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e with her too.
Distantly he realized that Mitch had joined Josh and was shaking hands and giving out additional hugs while the group slowly made its way to the porch. As they moved close, his mother looked up and held out her arms.
"Do you have a hug for your mother?"
Darrin quickly stepped down and took his mother in his arms, giving her a gentle embrace. Stepping away from her, he felt a set of arms wrap around him as his sister held him for several long seconds. When she released him, Darrin gave her a glancing kiss on the forehead. Motioning everyone to precede him into the house, Darrin felt some of the tension that he'd been carrying evaporate.
As the group settled in the living room, Darrin got out glasses and started preparing some drinks and snacks. As he was loading the tray of glasses, he heard a piercing squeal come from the living room. Spinning around to see what was happening, he knocked off a couple of glasses. With the sound of glass shattering receding, he looked to see what had gone wrong. To his shock, Josh was kneeling in front of his mother, who was lavishing Max with attention. Darrin stood in the spreading cherry lemonade, watching in shock as his mother and Josh talked about the little Border Collie. Darrin heard the crunch of glass underfoot as someone walked into the kitchen with him. Pivoting his head, he saw his sister, Dana, moving closer to him.
"I thought Mother hated dogs," said Darrin in disbelief.
Dana chuckled and shook her head. "No, Mom loves dogs. At least she does now. The only dog she really didn't like was that little poodle that her hairdresser had, the one she called a 'yap dog'."
"Well that dog was a pain," said Darrin with a chuckle. "But she's really excited about Josh's dog. I don't ever remember her getting that excited about us!"
Dana chuckled and laid her arm across Darrin's waist. "Mom has changed a lot since Dad died. I think some of the things that she did, were caused by him. I don't think it was a marriage based on love, and I'm not sure that Dad didn't abuse Mom too. I know that since he died she has changed, more and more all the time. But regardless of that, I know that there were a lot of things that Dad screwed up for me. Like my relationship with my little brother."
Darrin looked at his sister and smile, giving her a little sideways hug before dropping his arm and looking at the floor. "Well I guess I need to clean this mess up. Otherwise Max might get hurt and then I'd be disowned...again."
"No chance of that. But where's your mop. I'll help you get it back to its polished perfection. You know, you should relax about how your house looks or you're going to give yourself an ulcer."
Darrin stared at his sister with opened mouth astonishment as she started picking up the larger shards of glass. Moving to get a mop and broom, he was astonished at how much his family had changed in the last few years.
After the cleanup, and the excitement caused by Max, they spent a quiet afternoon talking. Darrin was surprised that Josh chose to join in the conversation, and seemed to be getting along very well with his mother. As the afternoon moved into evening, Darrin started making supper, and Josh moved to help. As they were preparing the meal, Darrin gave Josh a sideways glance and saw a slight smile on his face.
"So, you seem to be getting along really well with my Mom," said Darrin quietly.
"Yeah, she's a nice lady. And Max likes her a lot, you know what they say, you can't fool a dog," replied Josh. "Besides, my grandmothers are both gone. I'm the youngest of the cousins so I never got to know them very well."
Darrin looked at Josh, recalling how far he had came since he had come to live with them and smiled broadly. "That's true, you can't fool a dog."
After supper the whole group was relaxing in the living room. As Mitch sighed softly over his too full stomach, Darrin's mom piped up.
"Well I need a tour! Someone needs to show me around this ranch my son and his husband own."
Before anyone else could offer, Josh chimed in "I'll show you around, Mrs. Anderson."
"Please, Call me Granma Diane, Josh."
Darrin's jaw dropped to the floor with both Mitch and Dana chuckling at the expression on his face as his mother grabbed Josh's forearm and let him escort her out of the house. As the shock wore off Darrin and he slowly followed the rest out the door, he found Mitch waiting on him.
"I told you Josh would charm your mother," said Mitch with a smirk.
"You'll excuse me if I just stand here in shock for a few minutes," said Darrin.
Mitch laughed and wrapped his arm around Darrin, holding him close as Dana walked up and hugged him from the other side. "Sometimes people can change, Darrin. Sometimes they really can," said Dana softly as she moved to follow the other pair.
Darrin tilted his head toward Mitch and with a knowing look said "Yes, sometimes people really can change."
The small group threaded their way through the buildings and corrals with Josh providing a running commentary for everything. Diane seemed properly impressed as they wandered through. Eventually they arrived at the goats, which Josh had purposely kept until last. He launched into a detailed explanation of the plans he had, why he'd chosen this breed and summary of the business plan for them. Diane listened carefully through Josh's explanation and when he finished, she leaned over to Josh and whispered,
"Next time come to Granma for the money. I won't charge you interest."
Mitch and Dana started laughing, and Darrin stood in stunned amazement. This was not the person who raised him; this was an old person trying to get into heaven. Actually he was starting to believe that his father really had been a huge influence and now she was starting to come out of it. After a few moments, the astonished feeling receded and Darrin started laughing along with the other two as his mother started telling stories about her experiences with goats when she was growing up. These were tales Darrin had never heard, and they soon had everyone laughing.
As they walked back to the house, the night was slipping around them and dimming the familiar shapes. Once they'd made it back to the porch, the two women made their apologies, but said they needed to find their hotel and relax for the evening. Heart felt hugs and kisses were exchanged, and the guys stood on the porch and watch as the taillights of the car disappeared down the road.
Mitch took Darrin by the hand and led him back into the house. Josh and Max squirted past them and sequestered themselves in Josh's room, leaving Darrin and Mitch with the house to themselves. Mitch kissed Darrin softly on the cheek and pulled him against his chest.
"So, was it better than you imagined?" asked Mitch.
Darrin let out a snort, "Oh, hell yes! That was not my mother, I don't know how but a doppelgänger filled in for her."
Mitch chuckled and kissed Darrin again, just enjoying the intimacy. "She was much better, wasn't she? She didn't once ask 'how the gays' would do something."
Darrin chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but they're going to be here for a few days. Lets see how we're doing at the end."
Mitch nodded in agreement as they headed to their bedroom for a well-deserved night of sleep.
Everyone enjoyed an amicable time together that was marking the final day of the visit from Darrin's family. They had enjoyed a remarkably enjoyable stint, and no gaffs on either side. Josh and Diane had formed as amazing bond, and both seemed thrilled by the grandparent/grandson role they were developing. Darrin and Mitch had dwindled down in their conversation with Dana and were just listening when suddenly the conversation took an unexpected turn.
"So, Josh. Is there anyone special in your life?" asked Diane innocently.
Darrin and Mitch both tensed, wondering where this conversation was going. As Josh replied honestly and told her about Tony and Zach, they became more and more tense. Both were worried that this would be the point where Diane fell back to her old ways and did something that hurt Josh. As Josh wound down his story, both Darrin and Mitch were anxious and prepared to defend Josh.
Diane smiled once Josh finished and reached out and patted his cheek. "Well follow your heart, sometimes it knows what you need more than your brain. I can tell you from personal experience that it's not good if you are with someone for any reason other than love."
Both men spiraled into disbelief at the amazingly supportive response. After that revelation, they helped Diane and Dana to their car, and another round of affection was administered. Darrin wished his family safe travel and then stood with Mitch and Josh until the car was no longer visible. Josh looked back at them and patted Darrin on the shoulder as he walked back into the house.
"You guys need to relax. She's a very nice lady," said Josh.
Darrin and Mitch were enjoying a quiet night with a fire lit in the living room fireplace. Darrin was curled up on the couch with his head resting on Mitch's lap. They were both glad the family visit was over and were looking forward to Sam and Gordy's arrival later in the week. Josh was off on a late night study session with some of the other people from his intro class, which left the guys home with rare quiet time to enjoy. Darrin was relaxing with a book to read just for fun and Mitch was poring through the latest ranching magazine he'd gotten.
The evening stretched out in a wonderfully relaxing manner, with the pair making popcorn over the fire and having it with hot chocolate, spiked with a touch of tequila. Eventually they were feeling very mellow and turned off the lights to enjoy the peace that was surrounding them. They talked about inconsequential things and basked in each other's presence. Eventually they pulled quilts and blankets into the floor, creating a warm nest in front of the toasty fire.
The tequila-laced chocolate had them both feeling gently romantic and they lost their clothing one piece at a time until they were nude with the fire glistening off their bare skin. When Mitch extracted himself from the warmth to throw more wood on the fire, Darrin stared openly as the muscles of Mitch's body flexed and rippled and the yellow and orange light created an otherworldly halo around him. Darrin chuckled as he watched Mitch scamper back to their nest and the warmth that Darrin had protected.
Mitch cuddled against Darrin, earning a small yelp from Darrin as his chilled body came against him. Turning slightly, Darrin gave Mitch a soft kiss.
"This is really nice, babe. I love cuddling with you like this," said Darrin.
"It is nice. Your body turns me on so much."
Darrin twisted and wrapped his arms around Mitch. They relaxed, holding each other in their arms as they kissed softly. Their hands caressed each other backs and asses, the hair on Mitch's ass cheeks rippling under Darrin's fingers. Mitch ran his fingers over Darrin's face, enjoying the wiry stiffness of his goatee. Turning Darrin's head, Mitch blew lightly in his ear, and was rewarded with a soft moan.
"Oh man, that makes me so horny, babe," said Darrin with a sigh.
Mitch chuckled and blew again gently and then whispered, "That was the general idea."
Mitch gently turned Darrin so they were spooned with Mitch chest rubbing against Darrin's back. Mitch ran his hands down Darrin's chest and then let his fingers comb through his pubic hair. Gripping his balls gently, he stretched them in his hands and enjoyed the soft moan from Darrin. His hard cock burrowed between Darrin's legs as Mitch caressed him for many long minutes. Kissing down Darrin's neck, Mitch took his husband's hard cock in his fist and slowly stroked it as he nibbled at Darrin's neck. The warmth of the fire, and their relaxed position, helped create a wonderful slow and gentle lovemaking session for the couple.
But eventually both men wanted more. Mitch reached up and grabbed a small bottle of lube he had stashed there. Squeezing a good amount on his fingers, he lowered his hand and quickly coated Darrin's crack and ass. Mitch slowly slipped two fingers in Darrin's now slick hole and luxuriated in slowly finger fucking his husband. Darrin was pushing back against Mitch's fingers, small sounds escaping from him as the fingers slipped deeper and deeper into his gut. As Darrin's mews of pleasure built, Mitch added a third finger and soon had Darrin gasping with need.
Mitch pushed Darrin's top leg forward, exposing his hole to Mitch's exploration. After a few more slow thrusts of his fingers, both men were ready for the real thing. Mitch positioned his cock against Darrin's wellpened ass and slowly slid deep inside him. With his hands continuing to caress and fondle Darrin, Mitch started to slow fuck him. Requiring little effort from either of them, the gentle thrusts were building a heat in each of them that was wonderful. The tides of their passion built and ebbed as time passed during their lovemaking. Mitch's skin was awash with sensations as they caressed each other.
Even at their slow pace, the edging eventually sent them over the top. Mitch grunted loudly and buried himself deep in Darrin as he started unloading. His body convulsed as the tremors of orgasm rolled over him continually. His cock shot deep inside Darrin, squirting until the excess was oozing out around Mitch's still hard cock. Mitch slid his hands around Darrin's torso and wrapped them around Darrin's cock. As he began stroking Darrin's manhood, his husband began to whimper with the need for release.
With only a few slow strokes, Darrin let out a loud groan and his hole gripped tight around Mitch's dick. Mitch slid his hand up and drove his thumb against the underside of Darrin's cock head. The added sensation drove Darrin over the edge.
"Oh, oh, fuck! Yes, here it comes!" Darrin groaned through the climax.
Darrin's cock started heaving, hurling thick strands of cum over his body and the bedding. His orgasm continued until he was covered with white strands of cum. With a final small ejaculation, Darrin groaned and moved back against Mitch. Mitch wrapped his arms around Darrin and pulled him tight. Darrin's warm cum slid under his hands as he enjoyed the sensation of chest hair matting with semen. The fireplace was burning lower and the reflection of the hot coals over Darrin's wet chest was incredibly attractive to Mitch. Leaning in, he kissed Darrin on the cheek.
"You are so fuck'n hot. I don't ever want to think about my life without you," said Mitch tenderly.
"Don't worry about it, handsome. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other," replied Darrin with a smile.
The two cuddled together for a few more minutes, until Mitch's cock softened and slipped out of Darrin's well-used butt. With a sigh, Darrin turned his head to Mitch and kissed him softly. "I think we better clean up. It's after midnight and Josh could be home anytime."
"Yeah, unfortunately you're right," said Mitch as he climbed to his feet. "Let's grab the bedding and throw it in the bedroom. I think we need a shower before we do anything else."
Darrin laughed and ran his hand over his chest and it's hardening crust of jizz. "Yeah, and soon. Before this shit dries any more and gets even harder to get off"
Mitch gave a laugh of agreement, and then grabbed an armful of blankets, snagged Darrin's wrist and headed for the bedroom.
Darrin had been eagerly waiting for Sam and Gordy's arrival for weeks now. They had finally agreed to spend the night at the ranch after much badgering from Darrin, who was pulling out all the stops in preparing for them. The first night he was cooking huge T-bone steaks in honor of their night out on the town after he had passed his orals, marking a critical hurtle to finishing his doctorate degree. Over the last year Darrin and Mitch had done a few improvements to the house as they could afford it. One of the changes that Darrin was very pleased with right now was a new high-end stove with a built in grill. In addition, they had pecan pie and brownies from the café and Darrin was preparing all the things that he could remember the two of them liking.
The incredible amount of work Darrin had invested in the meal resulted in his typical over-abundance of food. Checking the marinating steak for the 20th time, he looked at his watch to calculate when each item had to go in so it would be ready when they arrived. Finally satisfied with all the preparations, he opened the fridge and decided he was going to indulge in one of the imported beers he'd bought for the occasion. As he cracked open the beer, he heard the door open as Josh and Mitch came inside after finishing the last of the mid-winter chores. Sipping the beer, he walked out and watched as the two men stripped off layer after layer of clothing until they again resembled humans.
Darrin chuckled when Mitch gave his beer a forlorn look, and then handed it over to Mitch, who promptly took a huge swig.
"Come on you two, you both stink. Go get a shower. They're going to be here soon!" said Darrin.
Mitch turned with an innocent look and started. "But I thought you l—"
Darrin slapped a hand over Mitch's mouth while Josh walked off snickering. Turning Mitch without ever releasing his mouth, he swatted his ass and pushed him toward the bedroom. "No talking, go."
Darrin soon heard water running in both bathrooms and did the final preparations for the evening. Josh came back in first, in new jeans and a pressed shirt, looking particularly good. "Is Zach coming tonight?" asked Darrin.
"No, he said he's working on a final project with one of the other guys in the class. So he can't make it."
"Oh, ok," said Darrin, "And how are your classes going?"
"Fine. Just fine," said Josh quickly. Glancing out the door he saw his reprieve. "I think your friends are here."
Darrin glanced out the window and saw that Josh was right, Gordy and Sam had arrived. "Hey Mitch! They're here!" shouted Darrin as he headed for the door. Pulling on a heavy coat and a pair of work boots, he went to meet their friends. Darrin had to smile as he watched Gordy uncoil his large, ex-linebacker frame from behind the wheel of their car while Sam was fussing with something in the back seat.
As Darrin walked out on the porch he froze in place when he heard a very foreign noise wafting through the air, the sound of a baby crying. After a moment, Darrin realized it was coming from the car, and he stared intently at their friends. Darrin watched in disbelief as the two men maneuvered into the back seat, each emerging with a small, tightly bundled object cradled in their arms. Darrin felt Josh rush past him to help and watched as he took the bags from Gordy and Sam and helped them to the door. Once they reached the porch, there was a madcap scramble for a few seconds as everyone tried to get through the doorway.
Darrin motioned them to the living room, still in shock over the revelation of babies. He watched silently as the two men unwrapped their precious packages and were soon holding two writhing toddlers in their arms. The two children were squirming to be put down, and Darrin was able to do little more than just stare. Max came walking into the room and immediately joined the group and started sniffing the newcomers, to the delight of the kids. Darrin was relieved to hear Mitch opening the bedroom door. Looking up as Mitch walked in, toweling his hair, he grinned when his normally caviler husband froze at the sight of the kids.
"Holy fuck!" spouted Mitch without thinking. But before either father could scold him about the gaff, he turned red and was apologizing profusely. "Oh cr—, I mean shoot. I'm sorry I didn't mean to fu— Mess up." Mitch took a deep breath and then looked at Sam and Gordy. "So, I guess you're dad's now."
Mitch's stumbling entry loosened everyone up as the laughter filled the room. Soon the two kids were in a pile with Max, under Josh's careful supervision, and the two couples were catching up.
"So why didn't you tell us you were having kids? They look so cute, how did you..." said Darrin, wanting to know but not wanting to intrude on a private family matter.
Gordy chuckled and started to explain. "We'd talked about it for the last couple of years of college. Both of us wanted kids, but we weren't sure how good we would be at being parents. I mean, we both had friends in high school and college that knocked up a girl, and none of those worked out very well for anyone involved." Gordy looked at Sam, who nodded almost imperceptibly. "But then we were talking about it with Sam's sisters, and his baby sister offered to donate the eggs. It was a huge step for everyone, and at first Sam's family was furious and threatened all kinds of crap if we went through with it. But Susan can be very determined when she sets her mind to it, and before too long the family realized that it was not something perverted, that I wasn't going to have sex with Sam's sister." Gordy shuttered dramatically and made a look of disgust, to everyone's amusement. "So then it was just a matter of finding a surrogate mother and waiting the nine months for the little darlings to hatch."
Darrin looked at the two little strawberry blond toddlers. "So they are..."
"Part of both of us, literally. My sperm fertilized Sam's sisters eggs." Gordy look at Darrin in amusement. "Surely the red hair was a tiny bit of a clue. I mean, you have had genetics classes, actually I seem to remember that you teach it at the place called a university."
Mitch and Josh chuckled as Darrin put a scowl on his face. But after a few seconds he too was laughing and watching the two children who were now exploring Max's face with their pudgy little fingers. "Ok, at the risk of getting made fun of again, two girls, two boys, one of each?"
"Two boys. For some odd reason they seem to be off the top of the scale for growth rate for eight month old boys too. Go figure. They're just starting to crawl and pull themselves up. They take after their dad," laughed the former college linebacker.
"Which dad?" asked Mitch with a chuckle.
Gordy gave a rich laugh. "I'll leave that for you to work out."
The conversation continued in their typical friendly manner for the rest of the evening. The twins played with Max until all three of them were exhausted, and had fallen asleep. Josh had helped Sam bring in the kid's things as everyone started to wind down. The guys suddenly realized the plans they had for the couple wouldn't work any longer.
Mitch started, "Ah guys, we were going to give you the guest house, but it started life as the house for the hired help, and isn't big enough for all four of you."
"Don't worry about it, Mitch," said Sam, "We'll go get a hotel room for the night. It's not a big deal."
"Nonsense!" said Darrin, "Leave the kids with us, they're already asleep after wrestling with Max all night. Then you guys can have the other house. I'm sure you wouldn't mind a night of quiet for a change."
Gordy looked at Sam, and shrugged his shoulders. After resisting for a few seconds, Sam's shoulders slumped. "Ok, if you're sure," said Sam. "Actually, we haven
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"Then it's settled! You guy's get a dad's night off, and we can take care of two little boys."
Gordy beamed at Sam and the two thankfully accepted the gift. Darrin and Mitch reassured them continually as they gave the three adults the toddler's schedule. Finally, with promises to wake them if they needed help, the two grabbed their bags and hurried across the driveway to the guesthouse. Darrin watched out the window until the couple had gotten inside safely and then turned back to Mitch and Josh. With a smile on his face he laughed and said to Mitch, "This will be a cakewalk! What could two little babies do?"
Gordy and Sam stood in the small house, staring at each other with looks of disbelief. Darrin and Mitch had no idea what a gift they had given the pair. They loved their kids dearly, but the day after day with little privacy and no energy was starting to take it's toll on them. They quickly looked through the tiny house, realizing it wasn't much larger than a small apartment, but thrilled that they were able to have it to themselves, even for just one night. They carefully placed the bags in the bedroom and then moved back to checkout the kitchen. Darrin had said they had stocked it for the couple, but they were shocked to see everything they'd ever mentioned that they liked in the way of food. Gordy spied a can of whipped cream, grabbed it from the fridge and leered at Sam.
"I don't know about you, but I'm suddenly not tired at all!"
Sam laughed and put his hand on his muscular husbands chest. "Given the choice between sex and sleep, I know which one you would pick every time. But I'm grimy and need a shower, and so you do. Why don't we rinse off real quick and then see what we feel like doing."
Without a word Gordy lowered his over six-foot frame and picked up Sam, carrying him into the bathroom. Sitting him down on the counter, he started undressing his husband, an urgency to his touch as the weeks of abstinence partially drove his actions. Looking at Sam in the bright bathroom light, he ran his hand over the red scruff on Sam's face. As he combed his fingers through Sam's hair, letting it drift through his fingers, Sam moaned softly, missing Gordy's strong touch.
Gordy continued undressing Sam, loving the sight of his pale translucent skin each time like it was the first time he'd seen it. Soon he had stripped Sam, except for a tight pair of low-rise briefs that barely covered the hard cock that was obviously trying to escape. Jumping to the floor, Sam started returning the sensual undressing as he stripped Gordy. His hands were even more demanding than Gordy's as he moved down his husband's smooth chest. He took his nipple in his mouth and bit down hard, causing Gordy to gasp as the pain and pleasure coursed through his body. Once he had worked each nipple into a hard, red nub, Sam reached lower and unfastened Gordy's pants. Even though his husband towered over him, Sam was obviously the one in charge. He soon had Gordy nude, his legs spread as wide as possible while his torso was braced against the bathroom counter. Sam always found it sexy that Gordy was largely hairless on his torso, but his legs and ass were a forest of masculine hair. Sam pulled out his rampantly hard cock and rubbed it against Gordy's exposed hole. He slid back his long foreskin, precum pouring from it and onto Gordy's ass crack.
Sam rubbed his cock up and down Gordy's crack, coating it with thick fluid. Moving closer he sunk two fingers into Gordy's butt, which sucked them deep inside. As he forcefully finger fucked his man, Sam started slapping Gordy's ass, leaving a vivid red mark with each slap. Sam judged carefully, knowing that he could drive Gordy to cum with just this. So once Gordy's ass was cherry red, he turned on the shower, filling the small room with steam. He pulled Gordy to him and kissed him hard.
"Come on, stud. Let's get cleaned up."
They climbed into the small shower together and Sam squirted shower gel into his palm. He gently washed Gordy, carefully cleaning every millimeter of hot body. As he moved to his ass, Sam let his soapy finger dip into Gordy's hole. Rubbing it in circles soon had Gordy moaning and his cock twitching in anticipation. Sam squatted in the shower and washed down Gordy's legs and feet, enjoying the rough texture of his hairy legs. Sam had always loved heavily muscled men and Gordy certainly fulfilled that requirement. He let his fingertips explore the slopes and muscular demarcations that covered Gordy's massive body. Finishing up by washing his feet, Sam felt Gordy lift him to his feet and then pressed his lips against Sam's in a smoldering touch.
With his scorching kiss, Gordy began to wash Sam. The shower gel coated the thick red hair between his pecs, causing its deep red coloration to tint toward pink. While not the muscular physique that Gordy sported, Sam was toned. Gordy had always thought red heads were hot, and the flame red plush covering Sam's body certainly qualified. As he moved lower, he found the object of his desire, Sam's long thick uncut cock. Even hard it was heavy enough that it hung low between his legs. Gordy would never forget his surprise the first time he had unwrapped that monster, but with time Sam had converted him from a confirmed top, to someone who liked to take as much, or more, than he liked to give.
Gordy slid back his foreskin, exposing his deep red cock head. He carefully washed around the rim, Sam's breath coming in gasps and his knees buckling each time he did. Sliding his hands lower, he lovingly washed Sam's nuts, as the soapy water cascaded from the red tangle of hair gathered at the bottom of Sam's scrotum, Gordy slid his hand between Sam's thighs to wash his ass. Soaping it carefully, he teased Sam by sliding his thick finger over his opening, causing a sharp intake of air from Sam. Knowing that Sam was as randy as he was, Gordy quickly continued downward until he had finished washing his husband's body.
Gordy took the handheld shower and rinsed them both quickly. Grabbing towels, they stepped from the shower into the steam-shrouded room. They quickly toweled each other off, even the sensation of the rough cloth heightening their levels of desire. As soon as they were dry they moved into the bedroom, locked in a passionate embrace. Assuming domination again, Sam pushed Gordy to the bed. He smiled and rolled face down, his crotch on the edge of the bed, his thick muscular thighs spread wide and braced on the floor. Gordy closed his eyes, humping the bed in his aroused state as he waited for Sam to take him.
Sam looked at Gordy's exposed position for no more than a second before he was rummaging through their bag. Pulling out a small bottle of baby oil, he quickly coated Gordy's ass, slicking down his ass hair with the liquid. Unable to wait longer, Sam ran his wet hand down his cock, coating it from tip to balls with oil. Moving forward, he slapped Gordy's ass hard once, twice and then rammed himself into Gordy.
"Oh yes! Take me, breed me!" said Gordy through a gasp of pain and pleasure.
Sam grabbed Gordy's waist with his long, slender hands and bred him like a stud breeds his mate. The smaller man was obviously enjoying his role as the dominant partner as he fucked Gordy hard, slapping his ass as he fucked his tight muscle hole. Gordy pressed back with each thrust, needing to have Sam's massive member deep inside him, hitting places no one else had ever been able to find. Sam's massive cock head plowed across Gordy's prostate with each hard thrust. Gordy tensed and provided delicious friction each time he did. Soon the winter chill of the room was a needed element to keep them from overheating. The time, the desire, the need to reconnect, everything drove Sam to fuck harder and deeper than he could ever remember.
Sam's cock seemed to grow, gaining in length and thickness as his climax built. When his rock hard cock slammed into Gordy again, it triggered a chain reaction in both men. Gordy's orgasm started, causing his muscles to contract, trapping Sam's thrusting cock as it tried to push through pure muscle, providing that extra stimulation that drove Sam over the top. Grabbing Gordy's shoulders for leverage, he forced his cock deep inside his man and unloaded weeks of cum. His cock flooded Gordy's gut with white hot semen, his body twisting and convulsing as screams of pleasure burst from his mouth.
Gordy's body responded in kind, the hot jizz and the forceful entry triggering his climax. Gordy could feel his prostate harden and grow, Sam's cock scrapping over it and causing unbelievable pleasure to course through his body. The full body orgasm Gordy experienced was far beyond the simple discharge of semen through a hard cock. His mind reeled as waves of delight rushed over him again and again. Only after long minutes of mind-blowing orgasm did Gordy realized that Sam was laying on top of him, gasping for breath, his hard cock still buried inside of Gordy's well fucked hole.
Mentally thinking he owed Darrin and Mitch big time for the gift of alone time for him and Sam, he rolled gently so that Sam was deposited on the bed, and began round two of their sexual reawakening.
"Oh my god! Why are they screaming," demanded Mitch, a note of desperation in his voice.
"I don't know! Don't you think I'd fix it if I knew!" snapped Darrin.
"It's been hours. We're going to have to call the guys. I can't take this much longer. How long can these kids scream?"
"What's going on?" asked Josh sleepily.
Both men's heads snapped around as Josh stumbled from his room. Finally, stating the obvious, Mitch said, "We can't get the kids to stop crying. We've tried everything!"
"Do they need changed, or fed?" asked Josh with a yawn.
"What?" said Darrin.
Josh shook his head and took the child from Darrin. Sticking his finger inside the leg opening, he looked at Darrin. "He's wet. And I bet he's hungry."
Josh changed one child, and then the other. Handing them back to Darrin and Mitch, he gave them instructions on how to feed them based on the instructions he remembered from taking care of his cousins. Then with a huge yawn, Josh stumbled into his room to go back to his peaceful sleep.
Darrin and Mitch followed Josh's advice and soon had the kids fed and quiet. Sitting in two of the living room chairs, they gently rocked the twins to sleep.
Hours later, Gordy and Sam quietly slipped into the house, knowing they were going to catch hell for their late night sexual antics and the subsequent late morning sleep. But as they walked into the living room, they found their friends with their children asleep on their chests. With quiet chuckles they lifted the waking little ones and carried them to another room so their sitters could sleep in peace.
Darrin and Mitch were lying in bed the night after Gordy and Sam had left with their little family. It had seemed deafeningly quiet after the days of activity and people. Darrin and Mitch both enjoyed the babies, but neither was certain how they felt about that kind of step for their family. After an hour or so of companionable relaxation while both read quietly, Darrin finally laid his book on this lap and let out a sigh.
"Do you want babies?" asked Darrin.
Mitch turned to him with no surprise at all. "I thought Gordy and Sam's kids were great."
"That wasn't what I asked. Do you want us to have babies?"
Mitch let out a low sigh. "You may not like this answer, but no. I don't think Josh is going to be the last kid who needs a place to recover, and I'm fine with that. But I can't imagine raising two little babies and juggling everything else we do."
Darrin blew out his held breath and shook his head. "Yeah, as much as I'd like to argue with you, I can't really imagine how Sam and Gordy deal with the constant demands on their time. It was great to see them, but I'm ready to have our quiet little family back."
Mitch pulled Darrin to him and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Disappointed?"
Darrin kissed Mitch back and pulled him tight against his chest. "Sure, a little. But we have to do what's best for us."
Mitch cradled Darrin and smiled. "The way our luck runs, we'll have another mouth to feed before we know what hit us."
Sheriff White Cloud killed the engine on his patrol car and glided into the thick brush. Every kid in the county knew this was a hot spot to hide and make out, yet it always amazed the sheriff that it never seemed to occur to them that it had been the hot spot for 50 years, so it was hardly a secret. He didn't really enjoy intruding on what he considered to be none of his business, he did it because it was better for him to find them and break up the heated action rather than the parents. And occasionally, just occasionally, someone was here and really didn't want to be. Those were happy to get a ride home from him.
Walking quietly through the trees, he spotted the dark outline of a car in the deep haze of the shadowed night. Something about this seemed like more than kids trying to get away for some action, so he flipped the strap off his revolver in preparation. As Jim walked closer, he could hear the faint wet sound of sex. He hated it when the couple was in the throes of passion when he found them, but he wasn't going to ignore them either. Pulling his heavy flashlight from his belt he rapped its metal case hard against the glass.
"Sheriff. Get outta the car."
Immediately Jim heard cursing and the car began to shake from side to side from the frantic motion as the individuals in the car scrambled for clothes, at least that was Jim's hope. Letting a few more second pass, he banged on the car window again. "Get out! I don't care if you are decent or not. Get outta that car!" yelled the sheriff.
A second flurry of activity ensued for a few heartbeats, and Jim put his hand on his gun. Finally the door cracked open and a disheveled blond head slowly came out of the door.
"Fuck'n chill, Man. I'm fuck'n come'n out. Just gimme a fuck'n second."
Sheriff White Cloud grabbed the kid and pushed him facing against the side of the car. "Spread em, kid; and watch your smart mouth or you'll end up in jail for the night. Now, you, get out of that car!" pointing to the other figure in the back seat.
Jim was only slightly surprised to see another male head emerging from the car. As he slowly emerged, he raised his hands, which were trembling visibly. Once he was out and standing with his hands up, Jim looked him over with a deepening scowl on his face, and then glanced at the kid. The Sheriff would guess the man's age at about 30, and the kid at around 14. On second inspection, it became evident that this kid was hooking to survive on the streets. How this guy had gotten the kid to agree to come with him to the middle of nowhere was slightly frightening to Jim. It would be too easy for someone to bring a homeless kid out to the middle of the sticks, and dispose of the body later. He decided this was a situation that would quickly get out of hand; so he put cuffs on the kid and then pushed him back against the car. Turning to the older man, he easily slid into his persona of hardened cop.
"ID. Now," said the sheriff in a clipped tone.
The guy fumbled with his wallet, keeping one hand up and he handed it to the sheriff. In his hesitancy, he lost his balance and lurched forward. Before he knew what had happened he was face down across the trunk of the car, with the Sheriff's revolver trained on him. As he turned his head and looked up the barrel, his eyes widened in fear and he omitted a soft groan.
"Oh shit. Don't shoot me. Oh god please don't shoot me. It's not what it looks like," whimpered the john.
"It looks like you're out in the middle of nowhere, on private land, having sex with a 14 year old boy. That's what it looks like!" snapped the sheriff.
"I ain't fuck'n 14! I'm fuck'n almost 17!" mouthed off the kid.
Sheriff White Cloud turned his hardened visage on the kid. "I warned you! You need to watch your smart mouth. If you have any sense you won't say another damn word." Turning back to the adult, he stepped back and rifled through his wallet. Pulling out his driver's license, he looked over at the guy's terror filled face.
"Kevin, Kevin Boorman huh. Well Mr. Boorman, it looks like you had a lot of explaining to do."
"Honest Sherriff, it isn't what it looks like. I just picked the kid up on the highway. He needed a ride. That's all!" said Kevin.
"You fuck'n son of a bitch. You're a fuck'n liar! You picked me up at that fuck'n park in the city. You said you'd give me fuck'n $100 to have sex with you! Asshole! You said we wouldn't get caught!"
Jim barked at the kid, "Shut it!"
Turning back to Boorman, he grabbed his arm and turned him around. When he did, he heard a whimper of fear and almost immediately smelled the odor of urine. The sheriff stepped back as the front of the terrified man's pants darkened with pee. Jim looked at the quivering individual and his drenched pants and sighed. Technically in Oklahoma, there was no age of consent for same sex encounters, and if this kid really was over 16, probably a trespassing charge would be all he could get to stick. And at this point, he was more concerned with the kid. He didn't look good, and he'd obviously been on the streets for months. His skeletal thin body and unwashed hair were indicators that he wasn't doing well. Jim probably should take him to the juvenile center, but somehow he thought that Mitch and Darrin might be able to help out this one too. It was worth a shot.
"No one do anything stupid. I need to call this in." With that the sheriff stepped back to his car and called in Boorman's information. Quickly determining that he had no arrest record, he returned and handed the license back to Kevin, who was standing and shaking, his pants soaked to the knees in pee.
"Get out of here," said the sheriff. "I don't want my car stinking like piss. But I have your information and if I need to find you, I can."
Boorman nodded frantically and raced to the driver side of his car while the sheriff pulled the handcuffed kid to his feet. They both watched as the small car peeled out down the road, it's high whining engine maxed out as he raced from the scene. With a sneer the kid turned and looked at Jim. "Fuck, he wasn't even very good."
Jim let out a bark of a laugh and walked the kid slowly to the squad car. "What's your name? I can't keep calling you kid." The youngster flipped his hair back and gave Jim a defiant look. "Don't cross me boy. Do you have a license? Since you're almost 17 and all."
That seemed to be the final straw, and you juvenile's attitude deflated. "Trent. My goddamn mother fuck'n name's Trent. Yeah, I have an id, it's in my fuck'n wallet."
The sheriff carefully fished a small wallet from the kids back pocket. Opening it cautiously he noted the name and birthday. Unbelievably the kid really was only days from turning 17. Calling in Trent's information, he was slightly surprised to find he had no priors.
"Alright Mr. Jones, it looked like you'll be going for a little visit tonight."
"Fine, take me to juvee. I'll be fuck'n gone from there by morning," said Trent.
"No, not Juvenile. I'm taking you to the ranch," Jim said with a slight smile as he helped Trent into the back seat.
Darrin and Mitch kept glancing out the window. Sheriff White Cloud had called them about an hour ago and had briefly filled them in on the kid he had taken in, and asked them if he could stay with them. Without hesitation they said he was welcome, and now were waiting for his arrival. Josh had also been told about the new arrival, but didn't seem to care one-way or the other.
Finally they saw headlights swing into the driveway. Both men moved to the door and watched as the car came to rest in front of their house. As the two figures moved into the ellipse cast by the porch light, Mitch opened the door and ushered them in. The sheriff led the slender figure with him into the living room before turning to Darrin and Mitch.
"Guys, this is Trent Jones. He needs a place to stay. He's almost 17, so he'll need to get into school as soon as possible. I'm afraid that what he's wearing is about all he owns. I can probably get some clothes from the church..." Sheriff White Cloud stopped and gauged their reaction. He saw they were studying the person standing in the middle of the room. Trent had thrown back the hood of his jacket and was staring at them through the one eye that wasn't buried under his chin length bangs. When he turned to look at them, his lips made a hard line under his too young looking ice blue eyes. As Trent flipped his head to move his bangs, Mitch saw the row of rings coming down the edge of his ear, as well as another ring through his upper lip. A few scraggly wisps of hair clung to his chin, all of which certainly made him look younger than 17. About the time the tension was starting to build, Josh walked into the room with Max.
A brief smile flashed on Trent's face as the dog walked over to him. He watched closely as the dog smelled him, and then lay down across his feet. Looking up he nodded at Josh. "Nice mutt."
Josh bristled at Trent's words and snapped at him, "He's not a mutt! His name is Max and he's a purebred working Border Collie."
"Well big fuck'n shit. Don't get your fuck'n panties in a twist. I was just say'n the dog's ok."
Josh bristled and called Max to him. When the response he got was a huge yawn as Max rested his head on Trent's canvas shoes, Josh stomped back into the bedroom.
Watching Trent lean down to scratch Max behind the ears, the three men moved back to talk. "The case worker will be out first thing Monday morning. They'll arrange for a physical and any treatments he might need. I'll talk to her and encourage them to leave him here. I don't know anywhere better for a kid in his situation."
Darrin looked at the young man standing in their living room and turned back to the sheriff with a sad smile. "Is this a trend, Jim?"
"I'd like to say no. But in all likelihood, so long as you and Mitch are willing, this is the best place for these kids."
Trent turned to them with an undecipherable look on his face. "I'm not a fuck'n deaf old fart, ya'know. And you fuck'n can't keep me here if I don't want to stay," said Trent.
Darrin started to reply, when to his surprise Mitch started to talk. "You can leave any time. But where are you going to go? Was it that great where you were before? Here you have people who might understand, and might even care about you if you give us half a chance. But at 16 you don't have many choices, and you don't have many more chances to turn your life around."
Sheriff White Cloud drilled Trent with his eyes and then started speaking. "Mitch's right. You don't have many chances left, kid. And that mouth isn't going to get you anywhere. The tough guy language might have worked in the city, but here you better drop it, and fast."
Trent looked like he was going to reply, but instead turned his back to the trio and sat down on the floor with Max crawling across his lap for more good scratches.
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Thomas (Der zweite Tag)
Das warme Wasser lief seinen weißen Körper hinunter und wusch auch die letzten Spuren der Geschehnisse des Tages ab. Thomas verkroch sich in seinem Zimmer und starrte lange an die weiße Decke. "Bin ich wirklich so anders? Nur weil ich aussehe als wäre ich in Mehl gefallen? Ich hasse dieses weiße Fell." Er fing an zu weinen. Dicke Tränen liefen an seinem weißen, seidigen Fell hinunter und befeuchteten das Bettlaken. Seine Gedanken wechselten immer von der schönen Laika zu den drei Übeltätern, die ihn heute so böse misshandelt haben. Er wusste nicht, wie es weitergehen sollte. Mit seinen Eltern konnte er über solche Dinge nicht sprechen. Und so blieb er den ganzen Abend in seinem Zimmer auf dem Bett liegen und hielt sein Wolf-Plüschie im Arm. Wie gerne wollte er die Farben von dem Plüschie haben. Doch er war weiß.
'Döt Döt Döt Döt'. Thomas zuckte zusammen. Schon war die Nacht vergangen. Er war eingeschlafen ohne es zu bemerken und ratzfatz war die Nacht schon wieder vorüber. Den Weg zur Schule musste er heute selber gehen, weil seine Eltern schon sehr früh aus dem Haus gegangen sind. Sein Frühstück hatten sie ihm auf den Tisch gestellt.
"Hey", hörte Thomas es rufen als er die Straße entlang ging. Verschreckt drehte er sich um. Es war Ben. Thomas wandte sich ab und versuchte, ihm davon zu laufen. Doch Ben folgte ihm und kam immer näher. Wieder rief er: "Thomas, warte doch mal. Hab keine Angst, ich will dir nichts tun." Doch Thomas lief weiter. Ben jedoch war schneller und hatte ihn schon bald eingeholt. Er hielt Thomas am Arm fest, der jedoch versuchte sich zu wehren, blieb dann aber an der Hauswand stehen. "Thomas, warte doch." Sagte Ben ein wenig aus der Puste. "Hey, hab keine Angst. Ich wollte mich entschuldigen für das was gestern passiert ist." Thomas hörte auf sich gegen den Griff von Ben zu wehren, der ihn daraufhin losließ. "Ich habe einen großen Fehler gemacht gestern, den ich nicht wieder gutmachen kann. Weißt du, Kevin übt eine ziemlich starke Macht aus." "Lass mich in Ruhe", antwortete Thomas ihm. "Es tut mir leid Thomas. Ehrlich. Sowas wie gestern haben wir noch nie gemacht. Und das hat mir auch gezeigt, zu was Kevin fähig ist. Ich habe nur aus Gruppenzwang mitgemacht. Bitte verzeih mir. Ich werde nie wieder jemanden missbrauchen oder verprügeln." "Wenn du das ernsthaft meinst, dann glaube ich dir. Aber lass mich trotzdem in Ruhe." "Okay. Es tut mir leid." Mit diesen Worten drehte sich Ben um und ging mit gesengtem Kopf die Straße hinunter die sie zuvor hochgekommen waren.
In der Schule angekommen lief Thomas die Gänge entlang zu seinem Schulraum und setzte sich sofort auf seinen Platz. Einige seiner Mitschüler waren bereits da, nahmen aber nicht wirklich Notiz von ihm. Sein Blick hing starr auf der Eingangstür des Klassenraumes. Er zuckte zusammen, als Danny den Raum betrat. Thomas sah ihn an, doch Danny wich seinem Blick immer wieder aus und setzte sich ebenfalls an seinen Platz und schaute betroffen in ein Buch, das er vor sich hinlegte. Nach und nach kamen die anderen Mitschüler in die Klasse und schließlich folgte die Lehrerin, die hinter sich die Tür schloß. Ben ist nicht aufgetaucht und auch Kevin fehlte. Genauso Laika. Noch bevor die Lehrerin an ihrem Platz war um den Unterricht zu beginnen, fragte Thomas Kira, wo denn Laika sei. Diese antwortete nur, daß sie krank im Bett läge und die nächsten Tage wohl nicht zur Schule käme. Das aber Kevin und Ben nicht da waren, machte Thomas nicht wirklich etwas aus.
Die erste Doppelstunde zog sich ewig hin und Thomas war froh, als endlich der Pausengong schlug. Einige Schüler verließen wieder den Klassenraum, Thomas aber blieb auf seinem Platz sitzen und kramte ein Pausenbrot aus seiner Tasche. Sein Blick fiel immer wieder im Wechsel aus dem Fenster und zum Platz von Danny, der ebenfalls den Raum verlassen hatte. Vom Fenster aus konnte Thomas auf den Pausenhof runterschauen. In einer Ecke entdeckte er Danny, der wohl eine Auseinandersetzung mit jemand anderem hatte. Thomas konnte aber nicht erkennen um wen es sich dabei handelte.
"Buh." Thomas erschrak. Kira stand hinter ihm und hatte ihm einen tüchtigen Schrecken eingejagt. "Na, gibs da was zu gucken?" Meinte sie neugierig. "Nö, eigentlich nicht." Thomas versuchte,eher desinteressiert zu wirken. "Was ist eigentlich mit Laika? Hat sie eine schlimme Krankheit?" "Sie hat einen angeborenen Herzfehler und muss häufiger ins Krankenhaus zur Untersuchung. Deshalb ist sie heute nicht da. Morgen kommt sie wieder." "Einen Herzfehler? Ist das schlimm?" Fragte Thomas besorgt. "Bisher hat sie keine wirklichen Probleme damit. Das kann sich aber schnell ändern, deshalb muss sie ja so oft zur Untersuchung." "Na,dann wollen wir mal das Beste hoffen." Nach und nach kamen die Schüler zurück in die Klasse. Auch Danny war wieder zurück. Wieder wich er Thomas' Blicken aus und setzte sich schnell auf seinen Platz. Die ganze Schulstunde über schien Danny desorientiert zu sein, denn er passte anscheinend kein bisschen auf. Dreimal wurde er bei einer Aufgabe von der Lehrerin ausgewählt und nicht einmal konnte er richtig antworten. Wieder zog sich die Doppelstunde ewig hin. Durch seinen andauernden Blick auf seine Armbanduhr verging die Zeit überhaupt nicht. Thomas dachte die ganze Zeit über an Laika. Tatsächlich hat es ihn doch betroffen gemacht als Kira ihm sagte, daß sie im Krankenhaus sei, doch tat er so, als würde ihn das nur peripher betroffen machen.
Endlich ertönte der Pausengong. Die Lehrerin hielt die Schüler allerdings noch zurück um ihnen mitzuteilen, daß die letzte Stunde heute ausfiele, da die Lehrer eine Besprechung haben.
Mit Gejubel rannten alle Schüler aus der Klasse um sich die Zeit besser zu vertreiben als in der Schule zu sitzen. Thomas aber blieb auf seinem Platz sitzen. Die Lehrerin bemerkte Thomas und fragte ihn, ob er nicht auch gehen möchte. Sie müsse ja schließlich den Raum abschließen.
"Frau Tensahr, hatten sie schon mal das Gefühl anders zu sein?" Fragte Thomas in besorgtem Ton seine Lehrerin. "Das hat wohl jeder mal", antwortete sie. "Schauen sie mich doch mal an. Ich bin ein Albino. Wieso tut die Natur mir sowas an? Warum ausgerechnet ich?" Seine Miene ging ins traurige über. "Thomas, so darfst du das nicht sehen. Nur wegen deiner Fellfarbe bist du doch nicht anders. Du bist was ganz besonderes. So ein reines weißes Fell wünschen sich so viele, aber du hast es. Schau mich doch an. Orangefarbenes Fell und manche der schwarzen Streifen mag ich auch nicht. Aber ich bin nunmal so und akzeptiere es." "Aber man ärgert mich weil ich so weiß bin", sagte Thomas verzweifelt. "Ärger aus dieser Klasse?" "Ja." "Und wer ärgert dich?" Versuchte Frau Tensahr Thomas zu entlocken. "Gestern waren es drei. Heute morgen hat sich einer bei mir entschuldigt dafür. Aber ich schäme mich vor dem was die getan haben." "Was haben die denn getan?" Fragte die Lehrerin weiter. "Das kann ich nicht sagen." Antwortete Thomas. "Ich will jetzt gehen." Mit diesen Worten griff er seine Schultasche und rannte aus dem Klassenraum heraus. Draussen auf dem Schulhof war es bereits recht leer. Die gesamte Schule hatte frei bekommen und nur noch wenige Schüler hielten sich auf dem Schulgelände auf. Die meisten warteten darauf, daß sie abgeholt werden.
In einer Ecke entdeckte Thomas Danny. Er schaute strikt auf das Schultor, als wenn er auf etwas warten würde. Als er Thomas entdeckte kam er langsam auf ihn zu. "Thomas", rief Danny rüber. "Warte mal." Thomas sein Herz fing an zu pochen. Danny war ein Stück größer als er und hatte mattgraues Fell. "Thomas, was da gestern passiert ist...ich weiß nicht wie ich das sagen soll. Es tut mir leid. Ich möchte das gerne ungeschehen machen." Thomas sein Gesichtsausdruck war eher ratlos als erstaunt. Innerlich war er recht ruhig. "Warum hast du das getan?" Fragte Thomas ihn. "Ich weiß es nicht. Ich wollte das eigentlich nicht. Aber als ich dein schönes weißes Fell sah, da wurde mir ganz anders. Niemand hat so schönes Fell wie du. So rein und weiß." "Lass mich in Ruhe Danny", sagte Thomas und ging an ihm vorbei in Richtung Straße. Danny rief ihm noch nach, daß es ihm leid tue, doch Thomas drehte sich nicht mehr um.
Zu Hause angekommen setzte er sich an seinen Schreibtisch und schaute aus dem Fenster. "Hmmm...vielleicht ist dieses weiße Fell ja doch nicht so übel", sagte er vor sich hin. Er zog sein T-Shirt aus und stellte sich nur mit Shorts bekleidet vor den Spiegel. Seine roten Augen stachen aus dem weißen Fell hervor. Mit der rechten Pfote fuhr er langsam gegen den Strich durch sein Bauchfell. Das weiße Fell ließ sich ganz sanft bewegen. Sein Schwanz zuckte hin und her als er begann sich mit der Pfote selber zu streicheln. Er sah sich im Spiegel seine Silhouette an und streichelte immer wieder über seine Shorts um die sich inzwischen gebildete Beule zu vergrößern. Als er sich die Shorts ein Stück runterzog stand bereits die Hälfte seines Penisses aus dem Schaft heraus und glänzte feucht und rot. Er zog die shorts ganz aus und betrachtete sich im Spiegel. Immer wieder strich er mit der Pfote über seinen Schaft. Wie seine roten Augen stach auch die prallrote Penisspitze vor dem weißen Fell hervor. Ihm gefiel immer mehr was er sah. Und er spürte, wie es ihn immer mehr erregte als er mit der Pfote seine Hoden, sein Schaft und auch die zarte Haut des Penisses berührte. Erstes Precum spritzte ihm aus dem Penis und befeuchtete sein Bauchfell. Er setzte sich so aufs Bett, daß er sich immer noch im Spiegel sehen konnte. Ihm gefiel diese rot-weiße Farbkombination. Ohne den Blick vom Spiegel zu richten, masturbierte er seinen, inzwischen ganz ausgefahrenen, Penis bis er spürte, daß er kurz vorm Orgasmus stand. Sein Knoten war bereits fast ganz angeschwollen und schon ziemlich hart. Und nach einigen weiteren Berührungen kam er dann auch und spritzte sein Sperma bis an seine Schnauze. Ein paar Tropfen liefen ihm an der Nase herunter die er geschickt mit der Zunge ableckte. Er blieb noch kurze Zeit regungslos auf dem Bett liegen bis sein Knoten einigermaßen wieder abgeschwollen war und ging dann unter die Dusche um die Spermaspuren abzuwaschen.
Fortsetzung folgt--
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Friends: Deleted Scenes - It Started With Eyedrops
Rachel and Monica had been to the eye doctor earlier in the day, where Rachel got some drops for her eye. She was freaked out about anything going near her eyes, so Monica offered to help her. As Rachel slouched with her head resting on the back of the couch, Monica sat beside her with the medicine. She suggested doing a practice run, however Rachel knew her roommate was lying. She moved her head, just as Monica squeezed the dropper, getting fluid on her cushions.
"All right, come here!" Monica said, getting up and pulling Rachel off the couch by her legs.
"What are you? Monica!! Stop it!! Oh my god! Stop it!" Rachel protested as she was dragged onto the floor and rolled onto her back.
"I am going… I'm going--Turn over!" Monica scolded as Rachel tried to wriggle away, "I'm… I am going to get these drops in your eyes."
Monica was straddling the woman's body. She put the bottle in her mouth, so she could hold Rachel's arms.
"Oh my god! You really are freakishly strong!" Rachel exclaimed, as she was easily overpowered by her roommate.
Monica started biting on the plastic bottle, trying to squirt drops into Rachel's eye.
"Monica! Stop it!" Rachel protested, in vain.
She thrashed her head back and forth. Because of this, Monica missed her eyes completely, and ended up spraying the liquid all over Rachel's face and the carpet around her head.
Finally, the stronger woman spit out the bottle onto the floor. "Damn! It's empty!"
As Monica restrained Rachel, her struggling eventually abated. The girls held their positions, each trying to figure out what to do next.
Rachel spoke first, realizing how Monica was on top of her, holding her down.
"Wow, y'know if Joey and Chandler walked in right now, we could make a fortune!"
They looked into each other's eyes. Moments passed; although to them, time had stopped. They hadn't been with each other since Chandler and Monica had gotten together. All three had felt that the couple needed some exclusive time to grow their relationship. Yet at that moment, each woman knew what the other was thinking.
"Are you as turned on as I am?" Rachel asked.
"Hell, yeah!" Monica replied.
Without a second thought, she pounced on Rachel's mouth. Months of pent up passion exploded. Monica's body pressed down into her roommate, as she straddled her waist and hips. Neither girl seemed to notice how tightly Monica continued to hold Rachel's arms to the floor. Their mutual desire was all they knew.
Monica released her right arm, but only to grope Rachel's breast through her grey tank-top. Rachel took the opportunity to wrap her fingers around the back of Monica's head and hold it as they french-kissed passionately.
Monica sat up and pulled her light green V-neck shirt over her head. Then she reached around back and quickly removed her black bra.
"I need you to suck my tits, Rach," she announced with resolve.
Monica scooted back onto Rachel's thighs and, grabbing her wrists, pulled her up to a sitting position. Rachel caressed the smooth skin of Monica's back as she licked and sucked her best friend's breasts.
"Oh god, Rach... I've missed feeling you suck them. Oh, I need this."
"I need it too, Mon. I need you to make me cum."
Monica tugged at Rachel's shirt, pulling it off her body. As Rachel kept licking her breasts, Monica unsnapped her partner's bra and helped her out of it. Hard nipples pushed into Monica's stomach.
"Move to the couch," she said softly.
It was clear that Monica wanted to be the aggressor right then, and that was just fine with Rachel. Both girls quickly crawled over. Rachel sat up on the cushions, and Monica knelt between her legs. They embraced, kissing.
"Oh, Monica, I'd forgotten how good it is to feel your breasts on mine."
"I hadn't," was Monica's lustful reply as she initiated another long impassioned kiss.
Their hands roamed each other's torsos, touching skin and fondling flesh. Monica held Rachel's breasts as she took one in her mouth and gently sucked it.
"Oh Mon! Yes!"
Monica ran her tongue all over Rachel's breasts, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples. She gently nibbled on one, eliciting a moaned "omigod" from her roommate.
Monica found her way back to her friend's mouth. She probed it lavishly with her tongue, before pushing her back into the pillows of the couch. As Monica sat back on her heels, she unbuttoned Rachel's dark blue jeans. They locked eyes as she pulled the zipper down.
"Yes," Rachel whispered with a look of anticipation.
Monica pulled the jeans off her partner's body, removing her shoes at the same time. Rachel's white thong was quickly tossed aside. And last, Monica took off her little white socks. She wanted her girl to be as naked as the day she was born.
With a look of serious, determined lust, Monica slid her hands under Rachel's ass, leaned in, and lifted her hips off the couch. She was indeed "freakishly strong" and she showed this as she brought a pussy to her mouth, resting her elbows on the edge of the furniture. Both women were well beyond the need for more foreplay, and Monica dove in with abandon. She hadn't had a pussy in months, and Rachel's was her favorite.
With Monica holding her hips up, Rachel's hands were under her, balancing her body as she rested her shoulders against the back cushions. Her toes brushed on the floor. Rachel was focused on her roommate. Brilliant blue eyes looked back as her cunt was serviced.
She whimpered as Monica sucked on her clit. She moaned as Monica licked every fold of her labia. She gasped as Monica plunged her tongue deep inside her, wagging it up and down. She threw her head over the back of the couch, groaning, "god, yes, Mon... oh my god... that feels incredible..." Monica knew exactly what her roommate loved, and she did exactly those things.
This erotic scene was interrupted by an opening door. Monica dropped Rachel's hips to the couch and stood up, forgetting that she was topless.
"Chandler!" she said in surprise, then brought her arms up to hide her breasts.
Rachel stood and grabbed the throw blanket, trying to cover herself.
"What? What's going on here? You two promised..."
"I know, I know, Chandler, I'm so sorry," Monica pleaded. She gestured, not realizing that she was revealing her chest again. "Please don't be mad. Rachel and I... I don't know... I'm sorry, it just happened..."
Rachel continued, "Please don't be mad at her, Chandler. It was my fault. I started it."
"Look, Mon, you know I don't mind AT ALL that you and Rachel... did stuff... together. It's just that I thought you and I needed some time, y'know, for ourselves..." he started to say.
Monica stopped him, "We'll make it up to you. Honest, we will."
"How?" he challenged.
The girls glanced at each other. Rachel's look said everything Monica needed to know.
"We'll do this with you..." she said, gesturing to herself, Rachel, and the couch, "and we promise it'll be better than any sex you've ever had." Rachel stepped over and whispered in Monica's ear. "Really?" was her quiet reply, "Are you up for that?"
"Well, yeah... are you?"
Monica gave her a sneaky little grin, "Yeah, it sounds like it could be hot."
"What? What could be hot?" Chandler asked frantically.
Monica and Rachel moved to stand on either side of him. Rachel discretely opened her covering.
"Well, if you want to find out," Monica said seductively, "you need to come with us to the bedroom."
He looked down at their beautiful bare breasts.
"Do you want to find out?" Rachel asked, taking his hand and placing it on her breast. Chandler gave a panicked looked to his new girlfriend, like he was going to get in trouble.
Monica smiled, taking his other hand and placing it on her own tit. Answering his unspoken question, she said, "It's okay, sweetie. I want you to touch her."
They went to Monica's bedroom, where Rachel threw off the blanket. She went to her roommate's lingerie drawer and began throwing all the garments on the bed.
Monica quickly stripped out of her black pants and black tennis shoes. Her thong went to the floor, and she was as naked as her roomie. Then she helped Chandler out of his clothes. She gave him little suggestive pecks on his neck and chest, but found that he was somewhat distracted by Rachel's naked body... her pert breasts, slim frame, sexy legs, and small round ass. Monica quietly laughed at him.
"Thinkin' about what you want to do to her, big guy?" Chandler stammered a denial, still uncertain of what was happening. She smiled. "Well, you better. Like I said, we're BOTH going to make it up to you."
She kissed him passionately, and he tasted Rachel in his girlfriend's mouth.
"I know you like your women in lingerie," Monica said. "So how about you pick out some things for me and Rach to wear for you?"
Chandler smiled, "Really? All right."
He picked through the garments and handed Monica a black satin bustier.
"Let's see you need some of these," he said, fishing out a pair of black sheer-top stockings. "Oh, and high heels from your closet."
"What? No panties?" she gently needled him.
Chandler returned her teasing. "Why bother? They wouldn't be on you for very long."
Monica smiled at him and began putting on the strapless lingerie.
"What about me, Chandler? Everything that Monica has should fit me, too," Rachel said, snuggling into his side, and provocatively sliding her hand down his chest to his cock.
"Hmmm... let's see... for you..." He found a white silk slip. "...this. Oh, can't forget these," he said handing her a pair of white lace-top thigh-highs.
She seductively wagged her head. "Oh no... can't forget those. Um, lemme guess... no panties for me either?" she asked with a knowing smile.
"Do I even need to answer that?" he replied.
"How about heels?" she asked.
He thought a moment. "No, let's not. This will make you seem more... innocent."
She smiled. It was anything but a naive smile. She cupped his balls in her hand, and gently massaged them. His mostly hard dick, slowly came to full firmness.
"Well, I think you're gonna find out just how innocent I'm NOT."
Monica was nearly dressed, and she fastened her stockings to the garter straps of the bustier. When she finished, she turned, and asked in a sultry voice, "Are my seams straight, Chandler?"
She ran her fingers up the back of her thigh and caressed her cheek. Chandler ogled her legs and bare ass. His eyes traced the line all the way up from her 3" stiletto heel.
"DAMN!" he stammered, as she smiled at him over her bare shoulder. He wanted to stick his dick in her right then, but he told himself that even better things would happen if he waited.
Chandler looked to Rachel. She was straightening the shoulder strap, having donned her required garb. The lingerie came down just past her ass, and the stockings' white lace bands peeked out below the bottom of Monica's sexy slip. Rachel's breasts filled the top quite nicely, and her erect nipples created two soft vertical creases down the front of the fabric.
Monica let down her hair as she strutted toward her boyfriend.
"So I bet you want to just throw us on the bed and fuck us. Am I right, Chandler?"
"Well, that's the general idea," he laughed softly. Then a look of uncertainty came on his face. "That IS the idea, right?"
Rachel answered from her new place, kneeling in the middle of the bed.
"Well... that's the eventual idea... but we thought about some OTHER things to do first. C'mere, Mon."
Monica gave Chandler a sexy smile as she joined Rachel. Her roommate pushed garments out of the way to make a space for her on the bed, then casually dug through the lingerie scattered around them.
Rachel secretly applauded Monica's ability to control her obsessive neatness amid the messy pile of clothes. She'd have to tell her that, later.
"Gee, Monica, you missed a pair of stockings," she said nonchalantly. "Here. Let me help you put them on."
The roommates knelt facing each other. Chandler watched as his girlfriend gave him a knowing glance, then held out her hands. Rachel flashed her own mischievous look at him, as she took a black stocking and began tying it around Monica's wrists.
With the soft restraint in place, Monica turned to face Chandler. Rachel moved behind her, playing with her black hair and caressing her shoulders.
"Do you think this is too kinky, Chandler?" Monica asked seductively, "That we would want to try a little light bondage?"
"No, no, not at all," he stammered in disbelief, wondering if he was going to awake any moment from this steamy dream.
"Good," Rachel smiled as her hands glided under Monica's arms. "'Cuz we were thinking that maybe I could tie Monica up... and then maybe you could tie me up... and then..."
Chandler finished her words in his mind, imagining what he would do with Monica and Rachel in that situation.
He watched as Rachel's hands slid behind the cups of Monica's strapless bustier.
"Ooo, her nipples are hard," Rachel reported, as she gently massaged her friend's tits. "I think she's really getting into this."
Chandler began stroking his dick as he watched Monica. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the touch of Rachel's hands, and the soft nibbles of Rachel's mouth on her neck and ear.
"Wanna see?" Rachel asked, coyly.
He nodded. Rachel slowly pulled down the bodice of Monica's black bustier, folding it back on itself to expose her full breasts.
"Watching is sooo sexy, isn't it, Chandler?" the dirty blonde asked, as resumed fondling Monica's breasts. He agreed, wholeheartedly.
"Well," she continued, "they say that the imagination is the MOST erotic thing. They say it can be far more of a turnn... than what you actually see. So how about... for the next little while... we let Monica try to imagine what's happening?"
At this, Rachel took the mate to the silk hose holding Monica's wrists, and brought it over her head to her eyes. She snugly tied it as a blindfold for her roomie. A slight smile crossed Monica's lips.
"Omigod," Chandler mumbled. He had never realized that it could be so arousing to see his girlfriend being tied up like this.
Rachel held out her hand to him. He came to the bed and took it. She guided him up and joined him in front of his beautiful girlfriend. Rachel kissed him, then whispered in his ear, "lick her tits with me."
Chandler and Rachel both bent down and began licking. They tried not to touch Monica with anything but their mouths. She moaned, imagining what they looked like, and trying to determine who was at which breast.
"Oh you guys," she whispered, "oh, wow."
Rachel's hand gently grabbed onto the breast that Chandler was licking, letting her manicured nails press into it, and hoping it would throw a little curve at Monica. They lovingly bathed her breasts with their tongues, as Monica giggled and swam in her erotically dark world.
Chandler left her chest, but Rachel continued licking. He took Monica's hands, and then ran his fingers up her arms, and back down to the stocking at her wrists.
"Do you really like this, Mon?" he asked, wanting to make sure that she wasn't uncomfortable with something so unusual for them.
A broad smile shone on her face. "Oh Chandler, please don't think I'm... sick... or anything... but... yes! I like this... a lot!"
"You are so sexy," he smiled at her, though he knew that she couldn't see him. He leaned in and kissed her. At first she jumped slightly, not knowing he was so close, but then her lips searched the air to find him.
"Why don't you move up?" he suggested, lovingly.
Chandler and Rachel helped her crawl to the head of the bed, and Monica curled up amid the pillows. They looked at her. So erotic. High heels, black stockings, sexy legs demurely together, wrists tied, blindfolded. Almost looking like a dirty pinup from the 1940's.
"So what are you going to do with me?" Rachel asked him, luridly.
Monica felt them crawl off the bed. "Guys, where are you going?"
"Don't worry, Mon. We're still here."
"Well, um, tell me... things... okay?" she said with a shy grin.
"Let's see," Rachel began to narrate, "he's picking out some stockings... they're your tan ones." Monica heard Rachel's voice move from the side to the end of the bed. She could tell that her roommate was facing away. "And now Chandler's put my hands on the footboard of the bed..." A nasty smile entered her voice, "mmm, and he's tying me to it. Ooo, yeah... you can go tighter, baby."
Chandler cinched the knot around her small wrist, then tied the loose end of the fabric to the wood. "Like that?" he taunted.
"Mmm, yeah, Chandler, just like that. Oh god, this is so kinky," Rachel groaned, obviously pleased with things.
Monica was rubbing her nipple. "Tell me..." she whispered.
Chandler spoke up. "She feels so good, Monica. I can't believe you're letting me do this. Sexy slim legs... soft breasts... she feels good wearing your stockings and slip."
Rachel took over from him.
"He's got my wrists tied to the footboard. He's caressing my body... oh, this silk feels nice... Do it, Chandler, do it... Now he's grabbing my breasts... mmm, yeah, he's rubbing my tits. Is this your fantasy, Chandler? To have your way with a beautiful woman? To grope her body? While she can't... do... a thing... about it?"
Rachel stared alluringly at him. Chandler answered her by lowering the straps of her slip, and letting them fall to her elbows. The garment peeled away from her chest. Her long hair came nearly to her nipples.
Chandler slid his hands inside her locks and held her head as he kissed her passionately, probing with his tongue. Their soft moans of passion resounded in each other's mouth. Monica caressed her breasts as she listened to the erotic sounds.
"Mmm, yes, my neck," she heard. Then a little while later, "Oh Chandler, yes, your tongue... oh yes, feel how hard my nipples are... Oh, suck them... oh yeah, suck on them..."
Monica pictured Chandler suckling Rachel's tit, and she longed for her mouth to be attached to the other. She licked her lips.
Chandler reached around and caressed Rachel's ass, then slid his hand under the front of the slip and gently rubbed her clit. She opened her legs, allowing him further in.
"Mmmm, rub my pussy. Mmmm.. oh FUCK, Chandler, I wish you'd do this more often... I bet Monica would let you... I bet Mon would let you take me... and fuck me... whenever you want... How does that sound to you, Mon?"
Monica's hands had found their way between her legs. She was slowly rubbing herself.
"Tell me more," she purred.
"He pulled down my top and now he's sucking on my tits. Mmm... now his hands are caressing by bare shoulders and... oh my, Chandler. You dirty boy!" she mockingly scolded. "I guess he wants me on my knees, Mon. Is there something you want, Chandler? With me, like th- mmmm!"
Monica heard her word cut off as her mouth was filled. She smiled, imagining her beautiful roommate on her knees... tied hands by her shoulders... with Chandler's hard dick in her mouth. Monica's fingers were rapidly rubbing across her clit.
"Keep going," she panted. "Keep talking."
"I've got her on her knees. And I'm holding her head and sliding my cock in her mouth. That's it, Rach, suck it good."
His eyes went from his sex-partner to his girlfriend.
"Oh yeah, Mon," he groaned. "Do that... touch yourself... rub your clit for me."
"I hate... I hate to break it to you... honey, but... I'm not doing it for you," she panted with a smile.
He got a little grin. "All right, Monica? I'm standing here, getting my dick sucked by Rachel. I don't think it really matters who you're doing it for... as long as you just keep doing it!"
"You got it, big guy," Monica giggled, as she stretched her legs out and opened them a bit, hoping she was giving him a better view.
She listened to the sloppy sucking sounds that her roommate was making as Chandler fucked her mouth. Occasionally, he would pull out, and Monica would hear a wet pop, then Rachel's lewd encouragement.
"That's it, Chandler... stroke your nice hard cock... ooo yeah... it's so big... and hard... oh, Chandler... put it back in my mouth... give it to me, give it to me... let me suck on it again... mm hmm, mm hmm... MMMMmmm."
More sucking sounds, as Rachel passionately blew his dick, then another pop.
"Mmm, yeah... I love sucking cock... yeah, baby... let me watch you jerk off... ooo yeah, do it, Chandler... let me see you stroke it... oh god, I wish I could touch my pussy right now..."
Sexual frustration oozed from her voice.
"Oh, so your pussy needs some lovin' huh?" Chandler teased.
"You know it does, baby," Rachel erotically replied. "Will you fuck me now?"
Her beautiful eyes looked up at him. He knew he could go on like this if he wanted to. He could keep fucking her mouth until he shot his load into it... and Rachel wouldn't object at all. But her lascivious invitation was more than he could resist.
"Well, since you asked..." he quipped, as he brought her to her feet. Chandler untied the stockings from the bed.
"So how do you want me now?" Rachel asked.
"What's happening? Tell me," Monica almost demanded, in her arousal.
"He's turning me around... hmmm, well, well, Mon... so that's what Chandler was watching," she said approvingly.
Monica was alternating between rubbing her clit and shoving a finger in her pussy. She had tried to do both at once, but her sexy restraint wouldn't allow that. Her mouth hung open and her breasts were heaving as she panted deeply, masturbating.
"I'm being tied to the bed again," she went on with obvious delight.
"How?" Monica asked, between shaky breaths.
Rachel described her position.
"My arms are tied to opposite sides of the bed... Chandler's got me bent over and..."
"Spread your feet, Rach," he softly interrupted her. As she did this, she kept talking to her blindfolded roommate.
"...and he's standing behind me. I can feel his stomach against my ass, and his body is covering my back. He's reaching down and caressing my legs... running his fingers up the insides of my thighs... oh, so close to my pussy... and now he's feeling my breasts again... Mmm, his dick is between my thighs, and the shaft is rubbing against my lips."
"Go in her, Chandler," Monica said lustfully. "I want to listen to you both do it."
"You heard the lady," Rachel purred as she looked over her shoulder.
Chandler straightened up and lifted the hem of the slip, fully exposing Rachel's bare ass. He held his dick right at the entrance to her pussy.
"You ready, Rach?" he asked.
"Ooo, yeah, go in me, Chandler."
Rachel groaned as Chandler's long hard cock slid into her.
"Yes," Monica whined. She shifted around, and spread her legs, knees up and high heels flat on the bed. Her bound hands were between her stockinged thighs, and she slowly rubbed tiny circles on her hard clit.
"Look at her, Chandler," Rachel said softly. "You're the luckiest man alive, you know."
"Mmm, I do know," he agreed.
Monica returned the smile she heard in his voice.
"Oh god, I want that pussy," Rachel moaned, as she watched Monica.
"All in due time, Rach," Chandler answered with his dick inside her. He waited a few moments, caressing her ass and enjoying the feeling of being in Rachel. "But first you need to get fucked good."
"Yeah, fuck me good, baby," she echoed.
Chandler and Rachel's groans joined together as he slowly fucked her. Her pussy was wet and tight, and fit his cock like a glove. His hands traveled Rachel's body, admiring how toned and sexy it was.
Hearing them moan each other's names was surprisingly arousing to Monica. Her petite body writhed in the pillows as she frantically masturbated, adding her own erotic sounds to the mix.
"Fuck her... fuck her..." she moaned.
Soon, Rachel begged to be done harder, and Chandler was only too happy to oblige. He put his hands on her slim hips and jammed his dick into her; fast and hard, burying it to the hilt. Rachel screamed in surprise and pleasure.
"YES!" she screamed again with the second hard thrust. "Do it, Chandler. I know you want to fuck me hard," she said with clenched teeth.
He started to take the next thrust a bit easier, slowly pushing in, but then halfway through the motion he rammed her hard. He gradually withdrew this dick, and did it again; slowly in, then nailing Rachel to the hilt. Her head snapped back and she groaned in pleasure.
"FUCK, Chandler... mmmm... FUCK!... Yeah, do it again. Bang me like that. UHN!"
Monica tried to imagine what was happening, but soon she could tell her boyfriend and her best friend had settled into a fast steady rhythm, as they grunted together with each thrust.
Rachel's wrists strained against the soft bonds. The silk trailed through her hands and was held in a white-knuckle grip, as her pussy sustained his fleshy assault.
"Fuck me, Chandler, fuck me... oh shit, fuck me... ohhhh... ohhh..."
Rachel's moans were soon drowned out by sound of Monica's orgasm. She threw her head back into the pillows as two finger dove rapidly in and out of her pussy.
"OH CHANDLER!" she groaned, "omigod, omigod, omigod, UUUHHNNN... UUUHHHNNNN..."
Her head thrashed from side to side, unaware and uncaring that she was giving her friends such an erotic show.
Rachel heard a whisper in her ear. "Do you want her pussy?"
"Yes... please!" she moaned back, begging to have her roommate.
"Let's get you on the bed then," he said as slipped the straps back onto her shoulders and then untied her.
They quickly moved to the bed, where Chandler directed her to lay on her back between the widely spread heels. Monica's orgasm was just passing, and she was barely aware that they had joined her.
Chandler pushed Rachel's feet up near her butt, and tied the silk stocking of each wrist to her ankle. She looked at him with a dirty smile. Chandler was usually fairly reserved, and she liked the fact that he was willing to let out his kinky side. He ran his hands all over her body, as he looked at her, pleased with his risque handiwork.
"Guys?" Monica asked, trying to catch her breath. "What's going on? Did you cum, Rach? I didn't hear you cum."
Chandler moved past Rachel, and bent over to kiss his blindfolded girlfriend.
"Just getting ready to do some things for you," he told her, lovingly.
"Ooo, I like the sound of that," she smiled.
Acting on impulse, Chandler did the single obvious thing in his mind.
Monica flinched in surprise, then giggled as a hard cock was pushed into her mouth. Monica lustily took it, tasting her roommate all over it.
"Oh yeah, baby... I love watching you suck dick."
Rachel arched her back to catch a glimpse of Monica's blowjob, and to see a bit of the pussy waiting for her. She breathed in her roomie's scent, just a few inches from her face.
Chandler pulled out of Monica's mouth, though she gladly would have serviced him more.
"Give me your hands, Mon." She blindly offered her tied hands to him.
He helped her to her knees, then slowly guided her forward to straddle Rachel. Monica's knees bumped her friend's shoulders and she got the idea.
"Mmm, I like where this is going," she smiled.
She edged farther, her knees hugging Rachel's body. A tongue began lapping at her wet pussy. Monica moaned her desire, "More, Rach."
Chandler knelt between Rachel's legs and eased back into her. A muffled "yes" came from below Monica.
He started fucking again, as he watched his girlfriend's hands travel from one of her roommate's breasts to the other. She caressed them through the fabric. He reached forward and again pulled down Rachel's top, this time to let Monica feel her bare tits.
"Mmmm, yes, lick me, Rach," she moaned. "Mmm, like that... just like that."
Rachel's tongue was slowly licking the full length of Monica's slit, over and over.
"Oh yeah... I love it when you do that... oh, touch me, Rach... touch me..."
Chandler answered for Rachel, with a mischievous tone. "She can't... she's kinda... tied up right now."
Monica's fingers found their way to Rachel's arm, then leaning forward, she traced it down. Her fingertips found soft nylon around her roommate's wrist. Then she realized that it was tied to Rachel's ankle. Monica smirked. Her hands moved across Rachel's abdomen to the other side, and found the same thing.
"Chandler, you nasty man..." she said, with approval.
Monica's hands moved between Rachel's legs and cupped her roommate's mound on either side of Chandler's thrusting pole. She felt him sliding through her index fingers.
"Tying up Rachel and fucking her like this... I like your idea."
"Ya do, huh?" he teased.
"Oh yeah... I never realized you could be such an erotic lover."
Monica felt his cock slow its motions, and then stop, still in her roommate.
"Y'know, I've got another idea, Mon," he said, untying her wrists. "Turn around."
Still unable to see, Monica carefully turned to face the other way over Rachel's face.
"Do you want to tie them behind my back?" she asked over her shoulder.
"You're reading my mind," he said, as he responded to her presented wrists. "But let's see if you can read my mind on this one."
He reached down and untied the stockings at Rachel's legs. Then he brought her arms up.
Monica felt his fingers... then Rachel's hands on her calves... and finally, the feel of a soft bond wrapped around her own slim ankle.
"You like it when I tied her up..." He paused. "...so, do you like it when she's tied to you?"
Monica smiled as she felt a second knot being cinched around her other leg. "OH YES... I just, I just wish I could see all this."
"Nuh un," the response came from between her legs, "just enjoy how it feels. Isn't this the kinkiest thing you've ever done, Mon? I'm so glad I'm doing it with you guys."
"Enough talking... more sex," Chandler declared as he started pumping Rachel.
She obediently resumed licking, as her fingertips caressed the silk covering Monica's legs. Her tongue slid through her roomie's folds, tasting her arousal, and working to create more.
Monica never had felt more restrained, and more free, at the same time. She'd always wanted to try light bondage, but never found someone she felt comfortable with. But now, being tied to Rachel... with both of them as Chandler's sex dolls in this kinky game...now she knew... that it could be better than she had ever imagined.
Chandler wanted to bring Rachel back to where she was when he did her at the end of the bed. He wanted to hear her moaning his name. He gradually sped up his fuck, gently rubbing her little clit as he did.
"Oh Chandler," she moaned around Monica's labia. "Mmmm... mmmm..."
"Oh god, Chandler... whatever you're doing to her... keep doing it," Monica groaned, lowering onto Rachel's face.
Lips cupped her pussy, and a tongue pushed up into her.
"UHN! Oh, yes! Lick me, Rachel! Fuck me with your tongue!"
Chandler reached out and caressed Monica's ass. He saw Rachel's chin peeking out from below, slowly pulsing as she worked Monica over.
He dropped his hand and fondled Rachel's breasts, flicking his thumb gently across her pert nipple. His hand traveled down her stomach, and ran the length of her leg, feeling the soft thigh-high encasing it. He brought her foot up and over his shoulder and held it there as he watched his dick slide in and out of her. Monica was rocking her hips forward and back, grinding her cunt on Rachel's face. The sensual sounds of the women were intoxicating.
Chandler could tell that Rachel was getting closer and closer to orgasm. The fabric of the slip fluttered ever so slightly as it draped across her stomach. He thought he heard Rachel moan something like, "harder... harder."
In moments, he decided just how he wanted to make her cum. Quickly, he grabbed her other leg, and threw it over his head to join its twin. He wrapped his arm around her knees, clutching them tightly together. Her hips rested between his thrusting thighs. Chandler fucking her as hard and fast as before.
Rachel's pussy grabbed around his cock, and her moans took on a whining sound as her climax washed over her. Her muffled moans still filled the bedroom with a carnal din. Her fingernails pressed firmly into the flesh of Monica's calves.
At that instant, Chandler reached out and took Monica's hands. He gently pulled them back and up, making her lean forward and press her clit into Rachel's devouring tongue.
Monica screamed at the repeated shots of pleasure as Rachel suckled.
"OH! OH! SUCK IT! OH! YES! OH RACH!"
As Rachel's orgasm passed, her furious sucking threatened to turn into just lazy lip licking. Chandler knew that Monica needed more than that, if she was going to cum.
He pulled out of Rachel, and crawled up her body to Monica. He quickly untied her hands, and brought them around front, where he held them on the headboard. Without a word, he entered her.
"Oh Chandler," she whined, "I'm so close... please bring me... please make me cum."
"I want to fuck you, Monica," he panted, very much out of breath, yet very much wanting to bang his beautiful girlfriend. "I want to hear you cum... I want to hear you scream..."
Chandler slowly screwed Monica, not wanting to pop before her orgasm. The couple felt Rachel's tongue lavishing both their genitals with sloppy attention. She had perfect access to his balls and rod, her labia and clit. Rachel generously licked everything she could reach.
"Oh... oh yeah... oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Monica whimpered, her face contorted in ecstasy. "Oh yeah, oh yeaaaAAAAHHHH... OHHHHH... OHHHHH... UHHHNNN... MMMMMMmmm... OHHHHhhhh... Ohhh... mmmm... yessss..."
He grabbed Monica's petite body, and pumped his stiff dick into her. Just a couple hard thrusts and Monica felt a stream of hot jizz shooting inside her.
Chandler quickly pulled out, firing cum onto Monica's pussy as he moved back slightly.
Rachel squealed and giggled, when a shot of Chandler's cum landed on her lips. He jacked himself hard and fast, scattering random cum-shots on Monica's pussy and her helpless roommate's face.
"AWWW YEAH," he groaned, "That's the stuff!"
"Monica," Rachel feigned protest, "Your boyfriend just unloaded his cum on my face."
Trails of sperm slowly ran down her chin and cheeks, onto her neck and into her hair.
"Well, I'd help ya out," Monica panted, with a smile, "but I'm kinda... tied up."
"Yeah, but-mmph," her retort was interrupted by a cock unexpectedly filling her mouth, demanding to be sucked dry. She gladly obliged, feeling it jerk slightly in her lips.
"So Chandler," Rachel questioned as he took his member back, "does this make up for you catching me and Monica?"
"Ohhh, more than!"
"So can I take the blindfold off now?" Monica asked.
"Allow me," he said, reaching up and untying the stocking. Monica shook out her long hair, and ran her fingers through it. She scooted back slightly, and looked down at Rachel's cum-splattered face, smiling between her stockinged thighs. Monica reached down and let Rachel suck her finger, then she wiped the cum from her chin, and licked her digit clean.
Chandler embraced her, caressing her breast and legs. Monica surveyed just how she and Rachel were bound together. She nodded approvingly.
"Very nice, Chandler. Something tells me we'll be doing this again. But next time, do me like Rachel, k?"
"You got it, Mon. And next time, I want to see you tie her up. Is that alright with you two?"
Rachel answered for both. "Chandler, after tonight, I think we'd be pretty dumb to say 'no'."
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"Don't ignore your muse. Pay close attention and do EVERY little thing she says and do nothing she advises you NOT to do."
"Hey, Hey, HEY! This is my 'How To'! Don't talk to them directly!"
"Are you arguing with ME?"
"Um, uhhhh, nope. Not I. Ummm, would you mind if I started this again? I'll tell your part as you've told me. OK? But shouldn't it be in my voice? I'll tell them how you introduced yourself and influenced the stories. This one is all about YOU. So thank you... (you royal pain in the ...)"
"What did you say? Were you..."
"Errrum, not a thing, your highness. Why don't I start over? OK? I know you know all my thoughts, when you listen. Let me just adjust my cummerbund and bow tie, make sure my black shoes have a mirror fin..."
"Don't bullshit them! You're banging on those keys naked... and stop touching yourself there."
"HEY! Hey! Don't tell them that!" I neither confirm nor deny..." Now be nice. WOW! Here we go." Part of this narration is HOW I discovered I had a muse. Then I'll relate how to handle her. "I mean, ummm, how to honor and cater to her." SHEEESH! I'm more surprised than anyone that I'm writing. Something DROVE me to write and I learned several interesting things during and about the process. Most of those didn't come to me for months, so hopefully you can learn from my pachycephalic density. Hey, what the...! That wasn't my choice of words." Lois, did you push that thru me? Sometimes simple is better, ya know? Isn't that redundant anyway? I meant thick-headed, LET me write it that way." Sheeeeesh! I apologize for her. She's just sooo wound up with this blurb and her fifteen seconds of fame.
"Sorreeee."
"THAT's a first. You've never apologized before. OK, assume the position... you know what I mean. And, yes, I'll explain it to them shortly." As you have hopefully figured out, my muse's name is Lois. I didn't know her name until I was well into my third story, *EMMANCIPATION*. Yet I was unknowingly under her influence from the beginning. One day, I just *HAD* to write my first erotic story, *The ReDating Game*, and I didn't know why. So why did I? Well, I happened to be in a state of questioning my usual left-brain approach to everything. I struggled to box it out of select areas, and creative writing is an ideal testing ground with little penalty for failure.
About six months into this odyssey I began pondering why I was enjoying this writing while I HATED creative writing in school. I soon realized the process was very different. In High School and College, the topic was usually unappealing and assigned so it stifled rather than inspired the creative story. There, they structured the process and I had to create story pockets and the ultimate story solution. Then I had to fill the pockets with snippets that formed the details and connective web. Once I had a connected structure in a detailed outline, I went back to flesh out the story and add new elements and refine the characters. That wasn't exactly the process they defined, but it feebly worked for me. It was extremely LEFT-brain intensive. I didn't like it. Besides feeling pointless and forcibly contrived it was unsatisfying and I didn't want to write.
Bare (sic( with me a bit as I share the short version of what inspired changes in my outlook. In 1993, I stumbled on what arguably became the best series ever made for TV. It was a novel, written in 110 chapters! The name of the place, umm show, is *Babylon 5*. I made the same mistake others are still making today and prematurely judged it as just Sci Fi fluff. It is so much more and so compelling to anyone with a brain and more than a ten minute attention span.
I was hooked, but didn't know why. It was two years before I checked for websites. I then found HUNDREDS. The dozen key sites were BBS or newsgroups. Besides the usual fan info about the show and actors, I found that the creator/writer/producer, JMS, had a constant online presence. He still does, despite the happy burdens resulting from finally being recognized as a first rate writer/creator. I'm going to exclude 99% of the info on B5 since it is not my intent to sell it here. What I want to get to is Joe Michael Straczynski, aka The Great Maker, and his influence. I'll let you find his IMBD and fan site pages on your own. Go rent the DVDs. Email me if you want more info about him or the show or the preferred viewing order.
Over the years, Joe revealed tomes of personal info despite selective cautions. He's written many other stories, TV scripts, comics, plays and movies, even a book on script writing. But it was the simple complexity of B5 that awed me. I already had some idea of how hard it was to write a long story that holds together without contradictions, held readers' interest and had some significance that made it worth reading. Or so I thought. His five-year storyline for his B5 novel came to him in a single inspiration. He had details left to complete, but the major events, morals and fine tapestry all came at once. He further defined his process which dove tailed into my mind set. Though the story steps were very closely spaced, the moral and character development raced head to head and far ahead of every other element. I'm still awed that B5 works on so many levels. Kids see the sci fi/action level and if lucky they see the various allegorical levels. How many 110 chapter long books have you read ELEVEN times...so far?
Joe said that once he had the characters well defined, he no longer wrote their scenes. They wrote their own story. He described it as opening the window on their world, watching them awhile, then slamming the window and quickly writing what he saw. Their flaws appeared in the story, just as they should. It's an amazing concept. I began to wonder if I had any rich characters in me.
Late May 2006, I felt someone inside wanting to tell a story. While I'd normally ignore it, I felt the need to leave a door open so that character could walk out, or I could walk into his world. I had one more chance to ignore him, but I'd already begun my right brain experiment. "Left brain, shutdown, right brain OBSERVE." That's when I got my first story image. Rather than define the narrator in *The ReDating Game*, I tried echoing his elusive feelings. I got anger, confusion, despair, futility and loneliness. Left brain kicked in... Is this just a psychological reflection of me and my moods? Happily, it was not. "Left brain off, right brain contact him."
The initial, resolving image for *The ReDating Game* was this: A man sat alone at a four-place food court table. His left arm was extended on the table and held a blue soft drink cup. The table was the closest to a short (three foot high) wall. Many people milled past the wall, near him. He was scanning the crowd for someone special and despondent that he hadn't found her. Something told me this was NOT the beginning of the story. While describing details in that brief image, more information floated to me. Then it dissolved and was replaced by a second image. This one was closer to the start of the story.
In that fleeting image was a trestle that looked like a huge Erector set. Much later, I thought it might be a raised subway section known as the El. That same man was climbing a stanchion and was maybe five feet from the top of the six story brown structure. Capping several stanchions was a very big pressboard platform about 20x50 feet. Standing near the edge and about six feet from our man was a cameraman. He shouldered a big TV camera with several bundled cables leading away from it. About fifteen feet from the edge was another man in a dark suit. He held a corded mic and paced impatiently. When I saw him, I knew this was a TV show called The ReDating Game. A flurry of details rushed at me that fleshed out the story. They answered the questions about why he was there; how he got there; who arranged it etc.? I saw the answers in a flutter of several less distinct images.
In a final major and clear image, I saw our leading man and his long lost love. They looked like eight year olds holding hands and skipping along the sidewalk, frozen in mid skip. She was in a wide skirt with many ruffled layers under it. They didn't know yet where they were headed, but I saw what the show had arranged. About a block from the couple was an aged, small, horse drawn carriage for them. It was a weather worn brown, yet reminded me of Cinderella's pumpkin coach. The rest of the details about confusion, hope, anger etc., are in the story. Each of those images seemed to exist for no more than five seconds.
Since writing that story, I found that the seminal image for new tales almost always came the same way. It floated about two feet before my forehead, the top angling slightly toward then away from me. The image inside the 5x7 white frame often moved - like several frames from a movie - and repeated. Color or sepia, it was sometimes blurred and always disintegrated if I tried to analyze it. I sensed that this story and one other, still unwritten, would be huge challenges. Instead of writing *about* the narrator, I tried becoming him and writing in first person. That meant that his confusion, anger etc., would be part of the narration. If I successfully conveyed his pain and confusion, the story would likely be hard to read, but if I failed, it would be shallow. I decided not to explain his motivation, but saved it for a post script I'd publish in a year.
The cynic in me still lives. Where did the framed picture come from? Did it originate in some random neuron firestorm? Or is the firestorm the result of some other influence? If you believe in the metaphysical, you can see they come from the eddies of the energies of the universe. SOMEone WAS that narrator at some time and maybe, somehow, I began to channel him. After a year of very different images somehow crisply connecting outside me, I am convinced the energies coalesced into the persona of Lois, my muse.
Yet, when I wrote my second story, *Out of the Closet*, I still hadn't met Lois. The purpose of that story was to expose an exhibitionist who was painfully in denial. The seminal image for it was this: a woman stood on a balcony inside a big room. It was a formal function with a dense, mixed crowd below her that extended fully into the room. They held cocktails, top tier hors d'oeuvres etc., and kept sneaking peeks up at her. Her clothes kept changing, but all were very revealing. When she wore a long, loose, pink dress, it billowed without a wind. She couldn't look at them or she'd KNOW that they were peeping and that would break her delusion. So her gaze was fixed straight out the big outdoors-facing windows directly across from her.
I felt Lois's influence when I began assigning motivation and direction that didn't match the character *as she defined herself.* MY only indication was a sense of tense conflict that eased only when staying true to the character's character. As I refined the story, I realized it was deeper than one chapter would allow. Before I finished what would be chapter one, an external guidance had me outline the story in twelve chapters. During that process, I added to my reservoir of story ideas. Today, 9/11/07, that stands at eighteen written and fortyne outlined and not so patiently waiting for me to get to them.
When I began *OoC* chapter 2, it began writing itself so quickly I had to hang onto the bullet train or be left behind. It grew too big for a short tale, so I split it in two. Then into six parts. It wasn't done splitting, so I paused and wrote a detailed outline that finally resolved into fifteen chapters. The Pygmalion lead in the former chapter 2, now a separate story called *EMMANCIPATION*, named herself *LOIS.* Coincidence? Not likely. Without yet knowing it, I'd met my muse in disguise as my new lead. Names can be hard to choose at times, but hers came with no effort at all. I knew very well the real person Lois represents, so staying true to her character was easy. The story came easily. UNTIL I tried to embellish and push her to do 'unnatural' things or rush her progress. My still unidentified muse was tweaking my internal conflicts. She apparently felt the need to be more obvious.
"You bet I did! You going to tell them about that 'position' remark soon?"
"Yes, your highness. I'm getting to it now. You know, Lois, THIS is the first time we've ever actually had..."
"Intercourse?"
"...dialog*, interACTION. We've never directly spoken TO each other before. Intercourse? Where IS your mind?"
"I could tell you, but..."
"Never mind." By chapter three I began to appreciate how much harder it was getting to keep a longer story consistent and not repetitive. My outlined chronology went from a few lines to two full pages of one line entries, thanks to Lois. Scenes, actions and words flowed thru hands and onto the keyboard UNTIL I paused to add spice. I developed a new scene and calculated how to shoehorn it into the story. Suddenly, my fingers *refused* to type. The words were in my head and I ordered my boycotting fingers to comply. They would not! My arms and hands flexed, normally but my fingers physically stopped an inch above the keyboard and would not even wiggle until I moved them away.
Choices! My left brain charged in to take control, analyze the problem and FIX it. The more it pushed for a fix, the more resistance and tension I felt. Finally, IT even subtly suggested I find some other approach with less resistance. Using some meditation tips, I felt my right brain connect with the energy streaming down my arm. I SAW that energy blocked at the third joint of each finger. When I traced the energy back up my arms I noted that it was weaker in my left arm. It felt stronger as I scanned past my right elbow. Though I expected and imagined it would wrap around my shoulder and show me its path from my brain, it did not. Instead, it continued out of my right shoulder and flared to its source about a foot behind and above that shoulder. Letting my left brain try to identify that source was useless, so I stared at the keyboard and THEN saw something behind me.
I was vaguely aware of a non corporeal presence behind and slightly above my right shoulder. Floating in that source position was the top half of a slim, dark-haired female in a pale pink, diaphanous dress that flowed gently without a breeze. She was looking over my shoulder at the keyboard and screen. Her arms were crossed on her chest and her expression was stern. No words passed her pursed lips, yet I knew what to do. I mentally canceled the scene I'd contrived and stepped back into the previous scene. Once I felt the pulse of the situation, I could again OBSERVE them. What I saw was very different from the scene I invented. My fingers were freed and I wrote what I saw. The apparition smiled thinly and dropped her arms. As her face softened, I recognized Lois. ... *LOIS?!*
From then on, I worked to keep my defenses down and stay aware of Lois's presence and influence. *Shower Towel*, (a friendly group grope( and *NAKE, Ed's Place*, (a splosher's tale( were fully formed stories before finger ever slapped the keyboard. A reader wrote in to suggest it would be an interesting story to watch play out on the Food Channel. Hmmm. 'Rachel's Racy Recipes'? Both were intended to be light and uncomplicated fun. NAKE stole the lead and became my quickest story to become insanely popular.
*Milky MILF* is a little more complex story, yet it started with a single, simple image and grew under Lois's influence. It too was to be a short, single chapter, simple fun tale. But it also took on a life of its own. It quickly stole the lead from NAKE and became my most popular story. It seems to *want* to be three chapters and immediately inspired a prequel, *RIVER RIDE*, which is one of five open stories I expect to finish this year.
My 3-part *Nonagenarian* story inspiration began with the image of the ancient geezer boarding a train. He caught the scent of sex and saw Sue redressing. That shortly became the opening scene in part two. Lois guided me back an hour into the story and helped me write the care free sex-with-Strangersn-a-train group frolic that preceeded the geezer's arrival. The group activities became a wellrchestrated ballet that, once again, easily wrote itself. Before finishing part two, the image and events of part three were clear to me. The finale was not originally so hopeful. I struggled with how to introduce the special twist and ALSO make it a hopeFUL story. We should all be THAT lucky!
There was one other significant surprise while writing *Emancipation Ch. 10: The Intruder*. When I introduced a stranger to the lively group of sisters and mates, I struggled with his name. Nothing fit! So I reviewed hundreds of names on three baby-name web sites. Still, nothing fit. I decided to write around the name by just leaving some '' until I could find a suitable name. After getting into the story and catching the momentum of the tale, the words flowed.
Without any pauses, I wrote "We were still frozen in place so, during the awkward silence, he introduced himself as Valen." THERE* it was. I never saw it coming. The first time I saw THAT name for the story was as my fingers typed it. My hands yanked themselves off the keyboard, my jaw dropped and I shouted at the screen. Where did THAT come from? Once my goose bumps settled, I went back to the web sites and looked for Valen. Left brain said I must have seen it there and didn't notice. It wasn't on any of them.
Valen is one of the most significant characters in *Babylon 5*, so I went looking for parallels. MY Valen was a minor character. He wasn't a leader, or noble or outstanding. Yet, the name felt like a perfect match for the stranger. I STILL don't know why HE (Lois( chose that name, but I'm OK with it.
Learn from my surprising experience. Listen for, then to, your muse. *The most important point I think I have finally learned, and the answer to the title of this story is ... you DON'T manage your muse. You merely surrender to her, umm, ahh, guidance.* Yeah, that's it.
"Are you OK with this, Lois? Are there any ideas I left out?"
"Wellllllll, I think they each must find their own muse. We constantly talk to you all, but most don't hear us. As you told them, they should keep an open mind and stay aware of subtle influences. Your examples were sufficient and didn't need much help from me."
"Great. And what is most important, YOU got the last word."
"Yes, I did."
"Damn!"
"That's all. We're signing of..."
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"How is he, Shekka?" Kadai asked. The insufferable Wolf has been hovering over her shoulder ever since he woke up.
"No different from the last time you asked me."
*You betrayer you devil you piece of filth how could you keep something like that from me!?*
"But will he be all right?"
"I don't know!" Shekka screamed, making Kadai flinch. "Just stay away and let me work!"
Kadai opened his mouth, perhaps to say something, but then thought better of it. He nodded his puffed up head and took a step back, finally giving her the space she needed.
*They should have punched you much harder than that. After throwing away the last shred of honour this family had left, you got off easy, much too easy...*
But now to focus on the task at hand: her idiotic drisa, writhing and moaning on her worktable, bleeding all over the place. There were little grooves cut into the wood to drain the blood away (Ander's idea, of course), but Hezzi was bleeding so badly they were already overflowing, the neat, straight lines turning into messy red splashes.
"Why are you standing over there like an idiot, Kadai!?"
"You said -"
"Forget what I said and hold him down!"
Kadai quickly grabbed hold of Hezzi's squirming arms and pinned him down against the table. While he was doing that, Shekka took the third bowl from the second shelf of her rack of supplies (also built by Ander).
"Now, Hezzi, this might feel a bit strange, but - For the love of the Cora stop moving!"
Hezzi tried his very best to lie still, the poor boy, but she couldn't expect him to do anything about the shaking or the rapid breathing. Still, if he hadn't been such a fool, then none of this would have happened. Honestly, she couldn't even blame Garten. At least he was a proper Wolf, like Banno... used to be.
She traced the cut with her fingers and slowly poured a thin line of aloe vera oil into the wound, which would keep any impure spirits out. It would do nothing to stop the bleeding though. For that she needed something more hefty.
She reached for a bowl of animal grease, but...
Why was everything suddenly so quiet?
She swivelled her ears around, listening intently. They were shouting and screaming so loudly just a while ago, but now everything had gone dead quiet. Did that mean...?
Was it over? Was Ander dead? Was that filthy piece of false blood that had murdered her true son finally dead?
"Shekka? What are you -"
"Ssh!" Shekka raised a finger to her lips. There was a bitter mixture of aloe and blood clinging to it, but she didn't mind the taste. It was the taste of good, honest work, work that would save the only real son she had left, work that would somehow fix this catastrophe of a family. With Ander gone, all that remained was Kadai. She would have to do something about him. She just didn't know what. But it would come to her, she was sure of that. The Cora would guide her.
She could hear footsteps rapidly approaching her tent, and seconds later someone threw the flap open and stuck his head inside. She could tell it was a male just by the way he was breathing.
"Chieftain! Shekka Kai! It's Ander! He ..."
"Is he dead?" Shekka asked, keeping her head down. She didn't trust herself not to suddenly break out into a smile.
"No! He... He just killed Garten!"
"What!?" Shekka and Kadai said together.
"It's... I don't... He's totally lost it! He's gone completely crazy! It's like he's being possessed or something! He said he'll kill us all!"
"N-No..." Hezzi said, straining against his Kadai's grip.
"I told you to stay still, pup!" Shekka barked. "Your wound is still open!"
"He'd never say that..." Hezzi said through gritted teeth. "Ander would never..."
"Anderwouldn't," the messenger agreed. Shekka didn't know his name. "But I'm not sure that's still Ander in there."
"What do you mean?" Kadai asked.
"You didn't see what was going on out there, neither of you. Some are saying it was just bad luck, the way Garten fell into the bonfire, but I know it wasn't! He planned it that way! The whole thing! Ander burned Garten half to death and then finished him off with a knife!"
Ander did that? No, Shekka couldn't believe that. The same boy who once fought with Banno over the life of a lizard? The same boy who nearly broke his neck trying to put a baby bird back in its nest? That same boy, *that very same boy*, threw a Wolf into a fire and then stabbed him to death? But maybe she shouldn't be so surprised. He killed Banno, after all. But still, that Ander was capable of such things...
Aargh! Shekka didn't have the time to think about this right now! Hezzi was getting more and more restless, shaking his head, clawing at the wood. He was absolutely beside himself. "Let me go!" he said, straining to -
Was the fool actually trying to get back up?
Wonders will never cease. Shekka could see the thin blurry red line across his stomach turn into a *thick* blurry red line after every failed attempt. It was the cut gaping open like a second mouth every time he moved. At this rate the little snot really would end up killing himself.
"Hezzi, you're hurt!" Kadai said. "Stay still and let your mother treat you!"
"No! Ander needs me! He needs... he needs... me..."
Hezzi's head hit the table with a funny little *dok!* sound, his eyes glazed over. Well, it would have been funny, were he not on the verge of death. But at least now he was quiet.
Shekka scooped up a handful of grease and slathered it across her son's stomach, sealing the wound. "You there," she said over her shoulder, "let us know if anything else happens out there."
"I can't do that, Kai," the Wolf said, his voice trembling with fear.
"Why not!?"
"I'm very sorry, Kai, it's just... I'm not staying here any longer! I know a safe little place in the woods. I'll go there. Just for tonight, mind you. I'll come back once this... all of this, is finally over."
"You call yourself a Wolf!?" Shekka screamed, applying a second layer of grease to the cut. She knew she shouldn't be rubbing so hard, but damn this was turning into the most infuriating night of her life.
"Ander killed Banno, and now he killed Garten! Those were the two strongest Wolves this tribe had to offer and Ander killed them like it was nothing! What chance do I have against that demon? I'm just a -"
"Are you stupid as well as cowardly!? What makes you think you have to fight him alone? Are you not seven hundred strong at least!? Ander's been thrown to the Wolves in the Cora's name! That means all the Wolves! Not just Garten!"
"Shekka, that is your son out there!" Kadai said.
*No he's not!!* Shekka had to bite her tongue to keep from saying that out loud. For a moment she came dangerously close to saying it anyway. She screamed at him in her head, throwing her thoughts at him like spears, wishing in her heart that they could have been real, like the one that had cleaved open her poor little foolish Hezzi. *Ander may be your son, but he's not mine! He belongs to some Fox bitch named Sarah! I almost died giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, my only enka! And you spirited her away and buried her in the mud before I even had a chance to see her! I couldn't even cry for her passing because I never knew she existed! All so you could keep your wretched affair a secret! I hate you, Kadai! I hate you!*
What she ended up saying was: "I'm sorry, Kadai. Tonight has been very difficult for me. I just wish it to end."
Kadai sighed. "Me too."
"Um..." The Wolf's voice was further away now. Coward must have been inching away for quite a while. "Just thought I'd inform you of the situation. Chieftain, Kai. I'll be leaving now."
"Go hide in your hole," Shekka said, but the Wolf whose name she did not know was already gone. She could hear him running for the South gate, his footfalls growing softer and softer until they disappeared completely. "You should give that one a proper punishment when he comes back, Kadai," she said, applying yet another layer of grease. The blood kept seeping through, turning it into a gunky mess.
"Punishment? For what?"
"For running away from the execution! From his duty as a Wolf!"
"There's no law that says that every Wolf needs to participate when one is Thrown to the Wolves. Normally it's just the friends and family of the one who has been wronged that feel the need to -"
"But what about you!? Do you have any idea how much respect you've lost tonight? Look at you! You were struck down by your own people! That's something that never would have happened! You need to step up and remind them that you are *Kadai*! You are their Chieftain! And you better do it quick!"
"By punishing Vindi for deciding not to participate in the execution of our son? Are you even listening to yourself, Shekka?"
*He is not my son...*
"Shekka?"
"Of course, Kadai. You're right. Unfair punishment would only incite them further."
*He is not my son... and you are not my mate!*
Kadai nodded, but he still had a suspicious look in his eye. Shekka pretended not to see, and tended to Hezzi's wound.
*I will get you back for what you did, Kadai. I swear it to the Cora...*
*I will make you pay...*
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Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 27 by Contrast
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I was raised in a quiet and small neighborhood in south Texas where things seemed stuck; every day was just like the last at home as well as at school. Suddenly things began to shake up in my town once the Civil Rights movement hit. In my white world I was ignorant to those who were different from me and did not understand too well what was actually going on and honestly I did not care because I was comfortable in my life. That comfort was challenged when I went off to college; my roommate Larry Grunth from the north challenged my passive thought and forced me to see things as they really were. Larry changed my world and it was never ever going to be the same again. My parents disapproved when I started going to Freedom Meetings with Larry and his friends. In the same room I saw both black and white students in harmony discussing how to peacefully solve this problem of gross injustice. The whole motion excited me as we the college students of America had the ability to a great change for the better.
One night Larry and I were at a meeting making plans to go on a tour around Texas, making speeches, passing out pamphlets, and conducting peaceful protest. In our own city things seemed to be changing but even more so was my mind. I had never had such passion about anything. It gave my life color that I could not get enough of. Larry and I signed up to help out with the tour along with a black girl named Ella. I noticed her the first time I came to a meeting with Larry. She was sitting in the back all by herself wearing a yellow dress. Her dark brown hair was cut short and showcased her long lashes, high cheekbones, and full lips. There were plenty of girls in my life who I thought were pretty, but she was more than that. From that meeting on I would look for her. She rarely talked but when she did she had such eloquence, it blew me away. I thought I could listen to her all day. Larry told me that she was a writer and convinced her to write a few pieces for the members who came to the meetings. When I read them, I knew what I was doing was the right thing.
We started on our plans and let out a bit early to avoid the brutes and aggressors who usually waited for us to finish so they could shout nasty things at us. Jared, a tall and skinny black guy who Larry and I had become friends with wanted to talk to Larry privately. I was about to walk back home alone when I saw Ella doing the same. "Ella!" I called out to her. She turned around and smiled.
"Can I walk you home?"
"Sure, thank you Daniel." I sped up to catch up to her. She looks so pretty that night in her dark green dress and red lipstick. How could anyone hate such a beautiful creature? The contrast between us was great. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate and her eyes were dark chocolate brown. She was around 130 pounds probably, 5'4, with 36C breast. I, on the other hand, was 6'1, athletic build, auburn hair and light green eyes that matched the color of glass. "I am really excited about his tour. Hopefully my parents will let me go."
"My parents won't be too happy about it, but how can I pass up something like that?" I was so excited about the trip, excited to see young kid's mind open up like mine did. As she walked she looked up to the stars every once in a while and I could see the stars reflected in her dark sparkling eyes. I thought about her often but that night I knew that I liked her without a doubt.
"Daniel," she started. "Can I ask you something?" she asked looking straight at me. I grew nervous and didn't know what to expect. I nodded for her to continue. "Have you ever wanted to just go away?"
"Like to New York?" I asked, picturing me and her there in a hip jazz club.
"Not exactly," she chuckled cutely. "More like just disappear to nowhere for a while."
"I can't say that I have." Sure I wanted breaks from things, but I never wanted that. "Tell me about it."
"I don't know. Sometimes I just get tired. I wonder if what we are doing is enough to change the attitude of a whole nation...I love this place, I love my home, and my friends, but there are people and places here that will never love me let alone like me back. There is no escaping hate, it will always be there. And no matter what I do, it will never all go away."
"But you are doing so much. Its people like you and Larry who have changed my mind and my heart. I know change is only one person at a time, but we gotta keep striving."
"I know, it's just hard sometimes when people are calling you things, ignoring you, and throwing things at you. Sorry I am ranting, it's just been a bad week."
"No, its okay, do you want to talk about it?"
"Sure." We passed her house just talking and walking. She told me about how her week and I told her about mine. I loved listening to her sweet voice. I loved hearing about the world from a totally different perspective. As she talked, I stared at her lips and her teeth. I noticed that she had a slight gap, but it was very fitting of her. I felt good at the end of it. She was encouraged and I was falling in like with this brilliant, insightful, and thoughtful girl. We approached a park just as a cop car drove past us very slowly. The old cop scolded us with his glare in obvious disapproval. I knew him, he was a friend of my father's. God I hoped he didn't stop and question us. I would surely get hell for this the next time I saw my family.
At the park we sat on the swing set together. The park was for whites only but I told her it would be okay. "I'll protect you," I whispered wanting to get close to her. After we had our fun on the swings we sat on the tire swing together sitting very closely. Boldly I took her hand and pretended to read her palm. "You are in love," I told her jokingly. She pulled away bashfully and withdrew her eyes from me.
"What?" I asked taking her hand again. "Your skin is really soft..."I examined her hand carefully along with her long slender hands. She smiled at me and laced her fingers in mine.
"Look how good they look together." She looked at our hands and laced our other hands.
"Ella,"
"Yes Daniel..."
"I really like you."
"I really like you too."
"I think you are a beautiful person, the most beautiful person I know..." She smiled sweetly hearing all of this. I wanted to ask her if I could kiss those gorgeous lips, but I just went in for it. On the tire swing we leaned in for our first kiss.
In her empty house, alone in her bedroom I watched as she unbuttoned her dark green
dress to reveal her black satin slip. I had my shirt off and was laying in her bed waiting for her. She crawled into bed next to me and I pulled her in for another kiss. On our sides we made out furiously wrapping our legs around each other trying to get our privates as close to each other as we could. She was so small in my arms and she smelled so lovely. My hands traveled the contours of her brown soft body and wanted to go underneath her satin slip. I never wanted to touch anything so much, but I didn't want to scare her. I stopped to cool off for a bit. I was already hard, but I needed to make sure what her intentions were.
"Have you ever been with a guy before?" I asked.
"No, I haven't."
"I've never been with anyone either."I admitted.
"I really like you Daniel. And I know its probably not what you want to hear, but I am not ready for that tonight."
"Its fine, but can I still kiss you?" She nodded and smiled in response. I hovered over her kissing her deeply and passionately trying to get my fill of those lips. I turned over and lifted her on top of me so that I could wrap my arms around her little waist. I loved feeling her breast pressing into me and the way she straddled me. This girl was driving me wild and I wanted more, so much more. Feeling her body move against my hard cock while I sucked on her tasty lips was a feeling that I wouldn't mind feeling the rest of my life.
"Gosh I am so..."she started with her lips swollen.
"So what?" I asked taking her bottom lip into my mouth.
"So wet," she whispered shyly. I kissed her harder enjoying her answer. "We have...to...stop." She said reluctantly. I knew we had to also. I didn't have a condom, and I wanted to take my time with her anyways. She climbed off of me and I put my shirt back on. I didn't want to leave, but I could tell she needed some time to think and so did I. I said goodnight to her and gave her another kiss.
"I will see you tomorrow."
"Yes...Daniel, it might be best if we don't tell anyone about this. It could get out and your parents could find out."
"I don't care who finds out." Maybe I was in a dream but she was all I wanted.
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Freedom Ch. 01
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tually didn't want her to pleasure him that way... at least not right now. He wanted to show her the delights first and slowly ease her into a sharing relationship where they could both give and take.
She stopped her actions and rested her head against his chest. He moaned and rolled her over, pinning her beneath him. He groaned as he pressed her back down to the bed, his hips cradled between her thighs. He attacked her lips, her nails gently raked against his back as her tongue fought his for dominance in the pleasurable caress.
He snaked a hand between their bodies, glad when his questing fingers met her warm moist womanhood. He felt around carefully, making sure she would be wet enough for them to join their bodies at this moment. She reached down, grabbed his staff and directed it to where she needed and wanted it. Apparently, his little mate is a bit insistent but he was more than happy to oblige.
She growled pleasurably as he slid into her, his groan echoing hers as her warmth started to envelope him. He then began to thrust, wanting to be completely within her; her nails raked against his skin, making him burn. He heard her growl; it was soft, seductive almost. He watched her eyes and frowned when he noticed they had changed colour. He dismissed it, thinking that he would get an explanation in morning when the mad want to fill her womb with his seed had hopefully burned down to a simmer.
He ran his lips down her neck to suck and nibble at her throat as he moved in and out of her. She focused her eyes on his neck, even as she felt her body begin to tense. She picked the spot, which would show her bite to world, proclaiming him as belonging to her. She growled as she felt her climax build within her, glad that she couldn't turn him. She only had to bite him, mark him as hers. He grunted as he felt her grip his tightly with both her hips and her womanhood, knowing that she was getting close so sped up his thrusts to be there with her at the end.
She picked her spot and lunged forward, sinking her teeth into his neck, feeling his blood coat her teeth as she came around him, grunting into his neck and biting just that little harder. He gasped in pain, but it was too late to stop his climax from exploding through his body to bathe her womb with his seed.
He held still for several moments, feeling the sharp pain in his neck where her teeth still were, "Alanna?" he panted, concerned.
She released him and licked at the bite, sealing and cleaning the wound. She didn't talk but just pressed her face to his chest and drifted back to sleep in sated bliss. He glared at her for a moment, wondering how she could just fall to sleep like that. He sighed and left it for the morning; he would not disturb her rest. He rolled them both onto their sides and stroked her skin as he waited for sleep to take him. He would deal with the bite wound in the morning.
Alanna moaned and stretched as she slowly woke. For the first time in years, she awoke feeling rested, having slept deeply without a single nightmare. She moved closer to the body near her, flinging a leg over him and pressing her face to the firmly muscled chest to fall back asleep. Tarval was awake and waiting for her. He wanted to go and tend to the bite mark but he didn't want to leave her side.
He leant down to her ear and whispered, "Alanna." She pulled away from his chest, looked up, and smiled at him. "We need to talk..."
"Hold that thought." She tossed back the blankets and ran naked across his room to his bathroom. He stood, a little frustrated at her delaying tactic even if she had to answer the call of nature and walked over to a mirror to inspect the bite she had inflicted the night before. It had scabbed over but didn't look to be infected.
She walked out of the bathroom and stretched luxuriously while he watched through the mirror and felt desire rise up in him. He turned and smiled a joyously as he walked over and scooped her up to kiss her passionately. As he laid her down on the bed, she gently broke the kiss. "You said we have to talk. Talk first... sex later," she promised.
He smiled ruefully at her reminder and kissed her throat. He then crawled up the bed, grabbing a special pillow, which would allow him to lie on his back without hurting his wings. When he was comfortable, he gestured her to come closer as she was ogling over his naked body. She crawled up and snuggled against his side, her head on his chest.
"Not that I'm complaining, but why did you come into my room last night?" He asked, starting the session.
"I was ready..." she replied as her voice trailed off in embarrassment, her green eyes suddenly focusing on his chest instead of his piercing blue eyes.
His heart clenched as he realised what she meant and the trust she had placed on him. She had finally trusted him with her body, her heart and her soul, and this alone almost brought tears to his eyes. After everything she had been through, she still chose to trust him, and so quickly. He thought it might have taken months to get to where he was now. He alone would either redeem the entire male sex or destroy her faith in everything her mother had been trying to do to get her over her childhood. "And?" He asked wanting to know how she viewed last night, was it the best night of her night or the biggest mistake?
She smiled, turning her head back to meet his eyes, "no regrets."
He smiled, relieved, as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He obviously did something right last night. He stroked her face tenderly and several loose strands of silky, black hair that had come free from its plait sometime in the night. "Why did you bite me last night?" He asked curiously, it being his second most important question.
She frowned and shook her head, as she answered, "No, I didn't."
He tilted his head aside and showed the wound to her. She pushed herself up his body and closer to his neck to see what he was talking about. Her fingers trembled as she traced the wound. "Do you know what this is?" She asked quietly.
"A bite mark?"
She sighed and moved so that she was straddling his stomach. "How much do you know about Were culture?"
He shrugged, "Only what I've been able to gleam off of you, Sage and Dominic plus the little I learnt when Bianca was around... So not nearly enough."
She sighed and traced her fingers over the mark, keeping her eyes on his neck, "Amongst Were, this bite mark means you're claimed by me; that you're mine and if anyone wants to take you from me, they will have to fight me for you. It marks you as my mate and is almost as strong a tie as a binding ceremony." She took a deep breath but her eyes remained firmly on the bite and refused to rise to meet his, to see his reaction to the meaning of her bite. She herself didn't completely know how she felt about it... how could he?
His large hand reached up and cupped her jaw, her eyes shot to his and searched them for anger or fury at what she had done, but neither emotion was in his eyes. "So... do I have to bite you back?"
She looked into his eyes for a moment, judging his sincerity. After a few moments, she smiled sunnily, happy that he's truly accepting this so well. "If you want to." She offered.
He returned her smiled and stated musingly, "So... I'm your mate..."
She nodded; feeling her heart clinch at the thought, this man... this caring and loving man was all hers. A warm happy feeling filled her body. She pressed her nose to his chest and took a deep breath, the warm feeling within her intensified.
He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, when the kiss broke, he broke out in a warm smile, which she returned, "I like that... I also like the sound of a binding ceremony. I want to be tied to you in every way I can," he told her. He didn't care how their lives were bound together as long as they were, so that the universe would know that she was his and he was hers.
"I still don't remember biting you hard enough to do that." Her brows crinkled together in an effort to remember.
He frowned and tried to help, "would it have anything to do with the fact that you wouldn't talk and your eyes were golden?"
That definitely rang a bell and she sighed, it did explain everything. "Yes. You've always wanted to meet my wolf half and last night you did. She bit you to tie us together. She's been the one who's been egging me on to let you closer!"
He grinned at the thought that it was her beast, which had helped get them together, "next time I see her, I'll have to thank her."
She lowered her upper body onto his chest, tucking her head under his chin and holding him close, just being together was a great thing for both of them as it sunk in that they were really together now. Suddenly something occurred to him while they were enjoying the silence. "So does that mean..."
*Yes, we can talk to each other mentally... but you knew that part already. The bite forges the bond and although you cannot be turned into a Were, you can take on Were characteristics. Sage is Dominic's daughter and he is your son even though you never acknowledge it. That is why she can talk to you mind- to-mind but we never could.*
*But Dominic says you used a blood bond spell to keep Markus at bay.* He reminded her.
Pleased that he seemed to remember many things about her, she answered, *yes, but only a small amount of Sage's blood came in contact with mine, enough to forge a bond to her but sadly not enough to forge a bond with her father or you.*
He smiled and nuzzled her throat soothingly. *I kind of like that. Sage is your sister, she will always be a part of you but you are mine.*
*I am yours and you are mine.*
He felt his desire come back to the forefront of his mind with her admission. He was aching with a renewed need to sate his desire within his mate's body after the temporary diversion.
She could feel him getting hard and wanting against her thigh. She reached back to start teasing the throbbing member. "So is this for me?" She asked teasingly as she ran her fingertips gently up his staff and back down again. He quivered.
"Gods, yes." He breathed his passion clear in his hoarse voice.
She smiled a pure feline smile of confidence... even though she's wolf not a feline. "So... what do you want?"
He pulled her close to him, tilting her chin up so that he could attack her lips.
"This is what I want." He said then proceeded to kiss her passionately, pulling her deeper into a spiralling vortex of passion and need with him, one hand slid around her back, down over her firm backside and between her legs to feel her readiness. He stroked her entire body, finding all those places he had discovered last night. Just as simple as that, her juices quickly flowed. She was on fire and he was the only remedy to cool her down. He groaned and moved his hands to her hips. He lifted her up and slowly impaled her on his maleness, nearly crazed for her feminine heat. He sighed in satisfaction as she groaned in need. He lifted a hand and stroked her jaw. He sat up and kissed her deeply; he rocked his hips up as he cupped her hips and pulled her down to meet his thrusts.
She captured his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down lightly. He got up, knelt then gently laid her on her back; all the while, he remained connected to her body, a testament to his strength. His lips travelled over her face and neck as he slowly started to roll his hips. She gasped and nibbled at his ear in retaliation, as it was the only place she could reach.
There was a knock on the door. He ignored the door and continued to slowly make love to his mate. Another more demanding knock sounded on the door.
"Tarval, Alanna's missing." Dominic called through the door.
He pushed himself up stilling his movements but keeping himself buried deep within her. "No... She's not," he yelled. "Bugger off."
She snorted as she could hear Dominic's chuckle of understanding. Tarval captured her lips again, wanting to have her *complete* attention and started moving again, this time more demandingly within her. She moaned aloud and tried to raise her hips to meet his thrusts. He moved his lips down her neck to her shoulder then made his decision; his teeth bit down. She panted and growled in elation as his teeth broke the skin, coating his teeth with her blood. His lips moved back to hers as she moaned and duelled her tongue with his. She quickly nipped his lip, letting their blood mingle in their mouths.
Her body tightened as the pleasure built. "Please." She gasped then licked her lips that were coated with blood not wanting to waste his life's essence and letting her beast have its taste.
He made a very masculine chuckle and sped up his thrusts up further. Her hands slid around his body and stroked his wings, causing him to nearly cum on the spot for never had he known that his wing could be so sensitive. She panted against his ear as her body started to tingle, nearly reaching her climax, "Tar..." She began to cry out his name as she came.
He groaned and held her tightly as his seed mingled within her. After a few more thrusts, he sighed contentedly and rested against her with deep satisfaction.
"Roll over." She ordered, after getting some of her breath back.
He sighed ruefully, rolled onto his back, and slid the pillow back between his wings. He would never refuse her within reason and as long as they get to cuddle, he didn't really care. Besides, he knew he was heavy and didn't want to make her uncomfortable. She shifted and he slid free from her body, he sighed a little in disappointment, as he had wanted to stay within her. She pulled the blankets up and cuddled up to him resting her head on his chest. He dragged her up so that she rested on top of him as he wanted her close, needed her close. She rubbed her face against his chest. She liked this, his arms holding her protectively and lovingly.
"That's better." He made sure the blankets were secure and covering their lower halves. He stroked her back as she drifted to sleep, listening to his steady heartbeat. His fingers undid the plait, which held her black hair back. It slid from his fingers and brushed his skin like a silk sheet. He was glad to see it surround her for the first time; he didn't consider the party to be the first time as her hair had been styled and restrained by pins even thought it had been left loose.
He smiled as he listened to her sleep. His door clicked and opened, Dominic glanced in and couldn't help but grin, then his expression quickly changed as he stepped aside to let Wolfgang and Amy in. Tarval didn't bother to move or wake her; he would never disturb her rest. Wolfgang clenched his fists but Amy turned and gave him a warning glare. She dragged Wolfgang from the room after making sure that all was well with her daughter. Dominic gave Tarval an apologetic look before closing his door and locking it. Leaving Alanna and Tarval to their mischief.
Wolfgang wanted to hurt someone. He really wanted to go back to that room and pummel Tarval into a pulp for daring to touch his daughter... for daring to sleep with her. Amy watched him as he paced in their room. "Will you calm down?" She demanded, completely at ease with what she had seen. She was actually closer to being ecstatic with what she had seen; pleased that Alanna had found someone she could trust that way.
"Calm down? Doesn't this seem a little sudden to you?" He ranted.
"Wolfgang, they have been working up to this for two months. You had me in the same period. Why are you fussing?" She pointed out.
He gave her an exasperated look, "'Cause she's my daughter."
"She's an adult, Wolfgang. You cannot keep her from her life. If you gave him a chance, you would see that Tarval loves her, that he respects her. He is a good man." She stood and pointed to the bed. "Sit." She ordered him and of course, he obeyed.
"I know you feel all protective over Alanna... I'm protective too... but," she paused for a moment, trying to put her thoughts into words then started again. "My father told me something when I turned twenty one, shortly before both my parents died. Parents give only two truly important gifts to their children in their lifetime. Those gifts are roots and wings. Wings so that they can leave and live their own lives and roots so that they always know their way home." She waited for him to catch up, confident that he would not disappoint her.
He looked at her for a moment. "Let her go."
"Let her live, Wolfgang. If your father had tried to control your life, what would you have done? What did Isaiah do?"
He snorted; his brother had left the pack and went to another to train for his cooking degree. He could see that if he tried to control her life, she would come here and never come home.
"Get to know Tarval... he is a good man. Alanna never would have let him close if he had a bad bone in his body." She sat in his lap. "Be glad, Wolfgang, for after everything she's been through, she still spent the night with a man and mated him. You succeeded in restoring her faith in men... you. Not me."
"Great. Next you'll be taking me into Dave..."
She snorted in amusement. She wondered why men are usually so dense in such situations. "Electra is far more interested in the fairer sex."
He blinked in surprise. "How do you know that?"
"I know many things. And I know Electra is gay not because of what happened to her but because that is her natural tendency."
He pressed his face to her neck, taking a deep breath letting her scent was over him, calming the anger he still felt towards Tarval. Sage knocked, then immediately popped her head in.
"Are the rumours true? Is Alanna sleeping with Tarval?" She asked, excited as she bounced into the room.
Amy smiled. "Who have you been listening to?"
Sage beamed innocently at her and shrugged, "Servant gossip. Is it true?"
"You have a brother-in-law." Wolfgang clarified.
Sage grinned, pleased for her sister and her newfound happiness.
Alanna had on one of Tarval's shirts. He had rolled up the sleeves so that she could use her hands but the shirt swam around her much smaller frame and covered her to her knees but flapped at her back where his wings went. She hovered near the door, waiting. Jewel had tracked her down, to ask if she needed anything and Alanna quickly blurted out clothes, red in embarrassment. She didn't feel confident enough to leave in her nightgown and even less confident to leave in Tarval's clothes. After waiting for a while, she finally heard the knock on the door. She opened the door and Jewel rushed in with an armful of clothes, the door slammed close behind her. Jewel smirked as Tarval walked out wrapped in a towel, water still dripping down his body.
"Morning, my lord." She said as she put the clothes on the bed, not in the least bit surprised or bothered by the scene.
He smiled and opened a drawer to pull out clothes. Then he suddenly left his clothes and grabbed Alanna around the hips, bringing his chin to rest on her shoulder. "My room or your room, which one do you like better?" He asked before he nuzzled at her throat, thinking that it would be some time before he was able to keep his hands off her for any prolonged periods of time... if ever.
"I don't... understand." She squirmed in his arms, as he was still a little wet.
"I never want to sleep without you again. So pick a room." He invited as he nibbled at her ear.
She took a moment before answering, distracted by his nibbling. "I... prefer my room. It gets morning light so it's cool in the evenings."
He grinned; pleased that she was accepting everything that was happening to her so well. He spun her around and kissed her deeply. "Then your room becomes our room." He declared as he released her and went to get dressed.
Jewel smiled at the exchange and left to get help to move Tarval's things into Alanna's... their room. Alanna dressed quickly, knowing that she had to face her parents and she'd rather do it sooner rather than later as she knew her father's anger would simmer until it boiled over. She wanted to get to her father before he had a chance to hurt Tarval. He brushed her hair for her, running his fingers through the dark silky smooth strands before he turned it all into a plait.
"Come on, we have to face your parents." He told her with a hint of nervousness in his voice, he explained that her parents had walked in on them but had left without making a big fuss. She had been slightly on edge ever since and wouldn't be calm until she had spoken to her father. "I just hope your ma doesn't use the sword she got from Gabrielle."
She smirked. "She would never. She likes you." She told him honestly, before she went grim, "Da, you have to be careful of."
He nodded in agreement at the last sentence. There was something about Wolfgang that was easily read: I will break you if you piss me off. He wrapped his arms around his love.
"Will you come to earth to be with me?" She asked, curiously.
"I will follow you to the ends of the universe." He answered with no hesitation.
She smiled happily and took his hand as they left the room and walked together down the hall. Sage intercepted them and turned them around to warn, "I wouldn't if I were you two. Da is still a little aggressive... but ma is trying to calm him down."
They let Sage steer them away, not relishing the confrontation that would take place soon... but later is better then sooner in this case. She took them to Dominic's study where Michelle and Dominic were waiting. Dominic smiled and shook Tarval's hand. He then moved Tarval's collar to expose the bite mark. "That will scar well," he commented approvingly.
Tarval nodded, proud of his scar, "Scared the crap out of me when she bit me." He pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. She smiled but she wasn't ashamed. She couldn't remember hurting him or biting him so she didn't care that she had scared him. On the other hand, there was a sense of elation and pride at Dominic's comment about her bite and Tarval's reaction to it.
Dominic smirked, "But by the looks of it, she stayed human. Bianca shifted beneath me into her hybrid form then took a chunk out of my shoulder." He moved his shirt to expose the recessed scar that was there.
Michelle approached and hugged the new couple, "When are you going to make it official?"
"Alanna talked of a binding ceremony, so when we go to earth." He turned to her in confirmation and she nodded.
Michelle smiled, "Okay. When you do this binding ceremony, you had better invite me. Then I will perform our wedding ceremony, and you'll be bound by both our laws."
Alanna nodded, not really caring about being bound by mere laws: she was his and he was hers and nothing was going to change that. No law or piece of paper would stop them from being together. Although she knew that she wanted their relationship to be acknowledged as being mates, she also knew that her mother and father would feel put out if they didn't do the binding ceremony.
Tarval grabbed Alanna around the waist and nuzzled at her throat. She paused in the middle of the hallway and smiled as his lips ran up her neck to nibble on her left an ear lobe. He removed his lips from her skin when he remembered why he had hunted her down and smiled, "Hey, I want to show you something."
She turned and returned his smile. They had been mates for a week now and she could barely remember what it was like not to have his scent all around her. "What?"
"Come with me," he took her hand and tugged her after him. She frowned but followed him anyway. She didn't recognise where they were going but when the temperature dropped she dug her heals in and tried to go bac
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She released his hand in her panic state. The walls seemed to be moving towards her so she got on the ground to keep the closing walls from her. Tarval wrapped his arms around her and walked her a few steps back; the walls moved back to where they had always been. He sat and held her to him, offering her comfort.
"Calm..." he said soothingly into her ear, all the while stroking her back.
She breathed deeply and tried to fight back her fear. She pressed her face to his chest as she quivered. When she finally calmed down, she hit him. "Don't ever do that again!"
He pulled her tightly to his chest and kissed her forehead, "Can't make that promise."
"You will..."
He interrupted her with a shake of his head, "No... I'm trying to help you just like you helped me. When Michelle learnt of my fear, she told me this: you can let your fear rule you, or you can rule your fear. I let mine rule me until you walked into my life... I will not let yours rule you any longer."
Tears forced their way out of her eyes as she pressed her face to his chest and cried. She couldn't stop the tears, as his determination to get her over her fear was in its own way the nicest thing anyone had tried to do for her.
"Shh..." he continued as he tilted her head up and rubbed the tears away with his thumbs. "I don't want to hurt you but I see you hurting and I want it to stop." Then he stood, pulling her to her feet. "Close your eyes." With glittering eyes, she did as he asked and felt him stretching out her arms, "What do your hands feel?" he asked softly into her ear.
"Nothing."
"Open your eyes and take ten steps forward." He wrapped an arm around her waist, silently telling her that he would be with her every step of the way.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, quivered then shook her head while looking up at him; she couldn't take those steps.
He understood her reluctance but persistently went on, looking deep into those green eyes. "Close your eyes keep your arms out and trust me."
She closed her eyes again and he slowly forced her to walk forward. When they had taken those ten steps, he stopped her. "Okay, open your eyes."
She took several slow deep breaths before she opened her eyes. The walls started to move in on her, she tried to back away but he held her tightly. "Close your eyes and tell me what your hands feel." He told her whilst remaining calm as he could feel her panic through their bond, hoping that his calmness would rub off on her.
She panted gently and waiting for the encroaching walls to touch her hands and she realised something; they never did. "Nothing." She opened her eyes in wonder and glanced around.
He kissed her neck in praise, "your ma told me that she believed your fear wasn't a true phobia. She told me of a great battle you all fought, and you in tunnels narrower than this one. You didn't freak out then."
"I was in a battle situation..."
"You lived in a room smaller than our bathing room when you first went to live with her yet you didn't freak out." He reminded her.
"I was catatonic; I had not long been released from a life style that would have killed me if I was mortal." She turned to him.
Knowing that she needed more convincing, he nudged her forward and went to Plan B. "Okay then, let's go." She walked a few paces then stopped and turned to him. She was not going to be tricked a second time. Once was quiet enough!
"Where are you dragging me?"
He smiled because she looked like a disgruntled little wolf... *HIS* little wolf, "I want to show you something." He turned her around and kept pushing her forward before deciding to answer her question. "You're going deep into the Keep."
She turned back again to glare at him. "I get that... please stop reminding me!"
"But you asked?" He told her innocently.
"I wanted to know our destination, not the route of how we get there. I'm trying not to think about what we are doing." She told him starting to get frustrated.
He grinned, pleased that she wasn't going to fight him too much. "Your mother was right then. You don't have a true phobia, only a fear of being caged again."
She pulled a face as he took her hand and dragged her to where he wanted to go. He stopped at the first of many wall tiles. He pulled her into his arms and nuzzled at her neck as she looked at the scene before them. "This is the creation of the Da'Vaila."
"What is?" She asked in awe of what was before her.
He smiled, pleased that his plan is working. "We call this hall the Hall of Renderings. These are Renders, a representation of our history. Every important event in our history is on these walls. This hall goes on for almost a mile. The tiles alternate and start here."
He looped his arm through hers and spent the next two hours summing up almost all of the tiles. They got to the last four where a man was working on the last one. He turned and smiled, "My lord, I am just completing the last tile."
Tarval smiled and turned her to one of the recently completed tiles. She jerked in surprise as she came face to face with a rendering of her own back, torn and bloody with scraps of her skin hanging free; her image took up a large part of the tile. Twelve sets of bloody footprints marked the bottom edge of the tile. In the background of the picture, there was a burry scene of her and Tarval fencing in the right hand side and in the left was a beautiful black wolf with one eye green and one golden. The wolf was muzzled, chained and locked in a cage but there was something in the way she stood, something that made the chains, the cage even the muzzle look like it wasn't enough to hold her.
"We paint the past of the person in the top left hand corner. It is left behind but still is on that persons' mind. In the right, an event that defines them; in the middle, the bridge that brings the two events together." Tarval said softly into her ear.
"But... I didn't do anything." She argued with a hint of tears in her eyes. This was all just a little too much for her at the moment, what with Tarval trying to get her over her fear and now this. She felt as if her world was being set on its head. He had been telling her of the battles and peace treaties that had been Rendered but she didn't feel worthy of having a render, she had done nothing to warrant it. Sage's birth was on these walls but she was the warlord's daughter... a female Nephalim. Of course, her birth would be marked on these walls. But she had done nothing except walk from a cell, nothing grand or worthy of being worked into their history.
He kissed her neck again, soothingly this time, "You would be surprised at what you have done. They seem insignificant to you but to us they are significant. You *ARE* special and what you did *IS* worthy of a place on these walls. You were just treated so badly as a child that whenever someone tells you that you don't believe them." He gently turned her to the next tile.
It was a render of her standing protectively before a shackled Santaur, a dagger in her hand, her breastplate gleaming and a deadly look coming from her eyes. "Mather asked to have this one done and Dominic agreed. See, most would have done nothing; they would have let him be de-crowned, the ultimate insult for a Santaur. Most treat Santuars as nothing more than intelligent animals, unworthy of rank or consideration in our world."
"Why?" She asked. Granted she had little experience with Santaurs but they seemed decent enough people that didn't warrant that kind of discrimination.
"Call it arrogance," he answered, "call it fear, I don't truly know why. All I know is that it has been that way since our creation. Some, like Dominic, Michelle and I, don't treat them like that: they are not merely intelligent animals: they are a race of creatures with a history and culture as complex as you Were."
"Okay... but you don't consider us Were as animals... Why?" She asked.
He thought for several moments then shrugged, "I'm not too sure but I think it might have something to do with how our people met. When we met, it was a small war band of Nephalim and Weres didn't turn and run; you attacked and we fought and when we called a stop to the fighting so we could tend our injured, you changed and we learnt to respect you. You spoke a language we could understand; you were fighters. When we met Santaurs, they ran."
"But that is a survival instinct bred into them, to run from something they don't understand. Centaurs run but they are evil warriors." She argued.
He nodded, "I know but that is the closest reason I have as to why Santaurs have no rank here, because when we met them they didn't fight us, they refused to. We are a race of Warriors, even the S'ephalim and those who do not fight... back when man was young and we were at out busiest, were considered weak by us, unworthy. Sadly as the times have moved on we as a people have yet to evolve from that mind set but maybe one day we will, and it will right the wrong we have done to them." He turned his head back to the tile bringing her attention back to it. "You had never met one before, had no treaties to defend and you had no knowledge of him or his kind but you stopped him from being de-crowned... you treated him with respect that most refuse to do and you freed him. You wagered your breastplate so that he could have the mate he desired... breastplates are like badges of honour, you wagered your honour for him for no other reason then because it was the right thing to do."
"But..." She said as she digested his words. "I was just acting as I was raised, as Amy raised me. To not judge a person by their race but by the person they are and that no one deserved to be treated like that simply because they are different."
He sighed deciding to change tracts. "Okay... so you standing up for him meant little to you, it was just something you would have done no matter what. But it was big for us as a people, WILL be big for us as a people. That's why it's there, that's why it was Rendered, because on your world what you did is common place but here... here, what you did may just change us for the better. You... an outsider showed us our ways were wrong by standing before him. Common for you but radical for us." He finished. He watched her frown as she thought, he didn't know if he had gotten through to her about just how much of a shockwave had rippled through the markets after what she had done. That people were beginning to talk about what had previously been something that was ignored; they were beginning to question the old ways and only by questioning those ways will there be changes.
He turned her to the second last tile. This one was a family portrait, Amy and Wolfgang next to Dominic and a ghostly version of Bianca. He stood in the picture with an arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Sage stood in the picture also, standing as close to her ghostly mother as possible; all were dressed in full house clothes. At their feet was a massive black and grey wolf with white boots on each of her feet, sun glasses covered her eyes, which made her look comical, as well as three cubs sitting next to her: two Sabre cubs and one wolf.
"Our strange family has had a profound effect on both our worlds."
"I'm afraid to look at the last one." She told him with just a tinge of humour, having a better reign on her emotions.
He smiled and turned her as the man stepped back uttering the last spell to make the tile indestructible. It was a very simple rendering: it was them caught in a passionate embrace. He smirked and hugged her tighter while he made his confession. "I think Dominic asked for this one to be done. I've been searching for you since I was created. Finding you is truly a highlight in my history. It might only be matched by two events: our binding ceremony, and maybe holding our first child."
Alanna looked at him with joy, and then made a little confession of her own. "Thais... he can see the future... the statue I was given for my birthday... he carved it... it's me... close to my body is a cub, on her back were wings..."
Tarval blinked for a moment, trying to figure out why he was jolted awake. Alanna popped into his field of vision. He quickly wrapped his arms around her. One month they had been together and he still couldn't get over the fact that she was his. He pulled her down and kissed her. She smiled. "Guess what?"
"What?" He asked.
"The portal is open. Dominic says we have to go home, if we don't we won't be able to leave."
"Give me a moment, I'll come with you." Tarval threw back the covers and went to get dressed. They had spoken about this several times, he knew she had to go home when the natural portals opened, to remove the markers which would trap her here if she didn't go through. She told him she didn't mind being trapped here with him but he reminded her of her family and friends and he would never try to keep her from those she loved. He had told her even more times that he would come to, that he wasn't leaving her alone in her world and she had told him of all the things she would show him when he got there... starting with her bedroom.
"Wait! Dominic has suggested that you should stay here and when I get home, I should get ma to come and get you. No markers means we can stay on earth as long as we like and ma can bring us back for as long as we like. Take your time... pack lightly. I'll be back." She kissed him deeply before leaving. She paused at the door and turned to him.
"Don't be long." He told her, as he knew that the moment he couldn't sense her through their bond he would start getting anxious.
"I love you." She told him before quickly shutting the door.
She walked down the hall to join Sage. Dominic was waiting beside the portal. "Don't take too long in getting back to get him." He warned before he kissed her forehead goodbye.
"I won't! Talk to you when I come back to get my things." She turned and jumped through the portal.
"Bye Da, I love you." Sage told her father before jumping through after her sister. The portal closed behind her.
Alanna caught Sage as she burst through, landing in a quiet, colder sac with neat little houses surrounded by neat little picket fences. Alanna turned to the stunned people. "Trust me, travelling by portal is rough." She smiled.
"Do you have any money?" Sage asked.
"Nope. Looks like we're hoofing it." Alanna looked around. "Where are we?"
"Portals always open within a mile of the last portal. So somewhere in the northern suburbs... maybe?"
Alanna rolled her eyes. She walked up to a telephone booth and reversed charged a call to her mother. "Find out what street we're on." She told her sister while the phone began to ring.
Sage rolled her eyes and jogged down the street to get to the street sign.
"Alanna?"
"Ma, just a sec. Waiting for Sage to figure out where the portal punched through."
Sage jogged back. "Norris Avenue."
"Norris avenue in... somewhere, by the looks of it, in the northern suburbs." She explained.
"Okay, we have five cars in the area. Stay where you are. If you haven't been picked up in half an hour, call." Amy replied.
"Okay, talk to you soon." She hung up.
"You realize that the longer this takes, the more agitated your mate will become?" Sage said as she rested her lean body against the phone booth, tucking her white and black streaked hair behind her ears.
"I know but I have no choice in the matter." Alanna leant on the other side.
"They act like they've never seen a woman with wings before." She said as she rolled her eyes then turned and glared at the group who had gathered to stare.
"Back off, Sage."
At that moment, a black SUV pulled to a stop. The window went down and Dan, one of their parent's enforcers, popped his head out. "Hey sweet things, need a ride?"
Sage jumped up from her position. "Dan the man." She raced to the car.
"Wings, why didn't you just fly home?" He asked as Alanna raced to join her sister.
"Because I'm not allowed to fly unless it's an emergency." She told him, pulling a face as she climbed into the passengers' side. She grabbed a phone to call her mother.
Alanna hopped in.
"What about you, sweetness? What have you been up to?" He asked Alanna.
"She's married, Dan." Sage told him while calling her mother.
"Lucky bastard." He said half-jokingly with a raised eyebrow as he drove off.
Alanna smiled and leant back. She had mixed feelings about being back. She was glad she was home but at the same time, she missed her mate. She missed his presence in her mind.
"Hey ma, we've been picked up by Dan and we'll be there soon." Sage said, she listened as her mother said good and hung up. Sage shrugged off her mother's behaviour and glanced back to her sister as she closed the phone and noticing her face, turned to Dan. "Can this hunk of a junk go any faster? Alanna's only been mated a month."
He glanced into the rear vision mirror, able to read Alanna's face as well. "We can go faster." He said as he put the pedal down further, understanding that new mates were often edgy about being away from their mate. "Are they official yet?" He asked Sage.
"No."
He swore and sped up further. "Why didn't you bring him or her with you?" He complained to Alanna.
"Markers. If he came through a portal, he would have to go through the next one that opened and then they are separated again. Ma can do her own portals that don't leave markers." Sage grabbed the handle and held on before reminding him. "You're breaking the speed limit."
"Shit." He swore as a police car flashed him. He pulled over and pulled out his wallet. Enforcers had been granted special privileges about three years ago; they were basically classed as Were cops but it had made human law enforcement resentful but they didn't know it was a hundred times harder to become an enforcer then it was to become a cop.
The officer walked up. "Any reason as to why you were speeding?" He asked as he got his pad ready.
Dan flashed his enforcer's badge.
"Oh, a Were rent-a-cop. You were still speeding." He said as he took the wallet.
"Yes, I was speeding because the Senator wants her daughters secured as they were kidnapped and taken off-world where they were rescued. The FBI also wants to speak with them and they just came back from being off-world." Dan explained with exasperation. "I am allowed to speed within reason."
"And the reason is?" The officer asked, with a pleased if not sinister smirk on his face, he didn't really care about the excuse he was still going to be issuing a fine.
"The reason is, they were kidnapped and it is likely it will happen again as the men who had helped are still free and Alanna was their payment for helping. Now, either help me get them to a secure location or fuck off." Dan snatched back his wallet and waited for the officer to make up his mind, having had enough of his bullshit. He grabbed a pad and pen and wrote down the officers badge number; if something happened to the Alpha's daughters because of this jerk he was not taking the blame.
"Fine, I'll escort you but if this is just some hoax, I'm still fining you." He said, his smirk gone. He raced back to his car, but was sure it was a bluff. He pulled out before Dan and turned his lights on. Sage reached under his seat and pulled out Dan's own flashing light. Dan grabbed it out of Sage's hand, put it on the roof, and turned it on. He was still not used to having the flashing light, which had been granted to enforcers and cursed himself for not putting it up sooner; it might have stopped the stupid officer from questioning him. He followed the cop car into the city. They pulled to a stop in front of the Were relations building. A group of heavily armed FBI agents were waiting, as was a security detail. They raced forward to surround the SUV. Alanna and Sage got out and walked into the building, leaving Dan to give the officer an I-told-you-so look.
They were bundled into the elevators with two FBI and two Enforcers. They walked down the hall and into their mother's office. Amy smiled as she saw them.
"Ma, we have to get..." Alanna squealed in surprise as strong arms wrapped around her from behind and lifted her in the air. Tarval's lips brushed her neck.
"Your ma came and got me the moment she knew you were picked up." He said into her ear as he put her back on her feet. She turned in his arms and hugged him tight, glad to be back in his arms. She hadn't liked the fidgety feeling she got when she was away from her mate at all.
Amy smiled at them then sighed. "I'm sorry, girls, you will have to have a security detail from now onwards."
"Ma." They both whined at her with pleading looks.
"No... this is non negotiable, the secret service have been hounding me since you were taken. I finally agreed but on my terms. So no secret service or FBI: Enforcers are your security. Between Wolfgang and Shia, we have put together two teams of two guards." She gestured to the two teams. Both teams were dressed casually to fit in with the girls' lives.
"I will protect my mate." Tarval pulled Alanna tighter to his body. "They are not needed."
Amy smiled at the maleness of the statement, Wolfgang had used pretty much the same argument until he realised that their work would take them away from each other. "I know you want to protect her but this world is very different to the world you know and you will need help. Plus, you need a licence to carry a sword and that will take a few weeks to organise."
"What about Electra? Does she get a detail?" Sage snapped like a petulant child who knows that there is no getting around this no matter how much she complained or tried to ditch her detail.
"Electra is FBI," Amy responded.
Alanna rested her head against his chest before turning to her mother. "How is Electra doing?"
"She tracked the man who had died down to Vegas. She has, however, had to put that case on hold. In fact, we are going to have a houseguest so be nice. I have to go get her." Amy vanished.
Tarval's lips brushed Alanna's neck. Alanna groaned gently. He smirked and moved his lips to hers. He kissed her thoroughly, holding her tight to his body.
Sage turned to one of the enforcers. "I can't wait for them to become official." He chuckled for several moments before he tensed up, he could hear footsteps approaching them, fast. He frowned, as there was something weird about the sounds...
"Lana, Lana, Lana." Serenity raced to her sister as her siblings raced to Sage, with the owners of the footsteps identified, the bodyguards relaxed and smiled indulgently at the cubs as they raced to their siblings.
Alanna broke the kiss and scooped up Serenity. "Hey, Ren. What are you doing here?"
"Da." She declared and turned to the door where Wolfgang stood. He smiled at them as he walked in.
"Just came to tell Amy I'm taking the cub's home." He explained before giving each of his daughters a hug and Tarval an approving clap on the shoulder. He had mellowed somewhat towards Tarval over the last month and was actually pleased to see that he was here already.
"Ma went to pick up a guest." Sage explained as she held Temperance and Thais up side down.
"Okay, can you tell her instead?" He requested.
They nodded.
"Come on, runts." He said, using his nickname for the group. Sage let her two go, as did Alanna. They ran to their father and he scooped them up comfortably, having done it a million times already, one in each arm and one on his back. He walked out of the room that way, his 'runts' a wonderful additional weight that he did not even take notice.
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*Many thanks to NickJBella for editing this story for me!*
When I pulled up to the front of his house it appeared to be quiet. The windows downstairs were without light and the only activity to be seen was a TV that was flickering in the dark living room. His bedroom window upstairs had a light glow. My day had been long and stressful. I couldn't seem to relax after work and I needed to be with someone. And what better company than a man who never turns me away no matter what time I decide to drop in?
I parked my SUV on the street and quickly made my way up the walk. The door was unlocked so I slipped inside. Just as I thought, the TV was on with an absent audience. I could hear footsteps just above where I was standing. Looks like I may catch him either getting in or out of the shower; mmm what a delicious thought.
I slunk upstairs and saw a glowing line of light from his bedroom doorway before I reached the top. I didn't hear the shower running but I did hear something else.
I peered in through the crack in the door and was shocked by what I saw. I quietly pushed the door open just a little bit wider so I could get a better look. After studying it for a moment, I pushed the door the rest of the way open and asked, "Are you fucking her or rocking her to sleep?"
I instantly had two sets of eyes staring back at me with shock and surprise. A woman, whom I didn't recognize, was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed while he was giving it to her from behind rather pathetically.
She quickly gathered herself and covered with the sheet that had been pulled free from the bed.
"Oh my god I am so sorry," she directed at me. "You asshole, you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!" she spits out with fury.
"No worries, Hunny. I'm not his girlfriend. So, are you going to introduce us, asshole? As she so nicely called you," I asked. Great, the one release I could count on was preoccupied with another woman when I needed him. It looked like I was going to have to go home with my tail between my legs rather than his cock.
He was paralyzed and hadn't moved. He stood there naked and unaware of how to react. His cock was slowly going flaccid which was a sad sight; such a waste. After a few stutters, he seemed to have given up on talking. I should probably have been upset but I couldn't help to feel an overload of sexual feelings after watching him screwing her even if he was fucking her like an old man instead of the aggressive youngster that I know he can be.
"I have to go. We're through," she directed at him as she started gathering her clothes.
"Wait," I said as I stepped towards them. "I'll go, you can stay. I probably should have called. I'll let you two alone. I'm the one who intruded. I could have turned around and walked away without being noticed but I didn't and I'm sorry for that." I looked at him and whispered goodbye.
"I can't stay. I'm so embarrassed and pissed," she said.
"Wait, both of you," he finally chimed in.
"Oh, so you can talk!" I pointed out.
"I'm sorry. I never meant to mislead you," he directed at the woman. "She and I aren't involved like that. We're just fuck buddies. Nothing more, please don't leave."
She looked at me for a reaction. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded in agreement. "I came here looking for a piece of ass but you beat me to it," I informed her and I turned to walk out leaving it at that.
"Why didn't you just walk away?" She asked me. It wasn't a rude tone. I think she was genuinely curious.
I turned to address her. "To be honest, I liked it. Now, as much as I'd like to stay and fuck the both of you, I'll just leave you be."
"Don't go," she said. "I want you to stay."
I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You were ready to leave and never look back but now you want to share? Are we supposed to take turns with him?"
"You said you wanted to fuck both of us. I've never been with a woman," she said with an inviting smile.
I looked at him and, as I expected, he had a silly grin on his face as if he'd just won the lottery. "There's no better person to teach you than her," he said to her while motioning to me. "She will show you everything you need to know." Talk about a compliment that went straight to my head.
"I don't even know where to start," she said looking nervous like a virgin.
"Don't worry, I'll lead the way," I said as I stepped towards her. I gently wiped the hair away from the sides of her face. She was the same height as me so we looked at each other eye to eye. I can see why he was attracted to her; she closely resembled me. Dark hair, brown mysterious eyes, perky tits from what I was able quickly catch a glimpse of. I placed a finger under her chin and guided her lips to mine. They were soft like flower petals. Her lips had a slight hint of cherry lip gloss that I could both taste and smell. It seems as though they jumped right in and got down to business since he didn't take the time to kiss and lick the gloss off from her.
Meanwhile, he walked up behind me, slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off. His erection was pressed against my back. It was clear that he was ready for action once again. He kissed my shoulder and neck while I continued to taste her mouth. He reached around and unfastened my pants. They fell to the floor as he unhooked my bra. After sliding that off he took her hands which made her give up the grip on the sheet she was hiding behind. Our eyes locked onto each other's breasts. He moved her hands to place a firm grip on my tits and left them there for her to explore as he slid my panties off from me. He quickly placed a hand in between my legs as I reached out to fondle her chest. They were soft and warm with nipples that seemed to stare at me.
"I'm nervous. I don't know what to do," she whispered.
"You and I are going to get on the bed," I said to her. "And you are going to sit in the chair for now and watch," I instructed him. He responded quickly and made himself comfy with a front row seat next to the bed. She sat on the bed and slid up far enough to lie down. She shyly placed her hands on her chest and squeezed her legs together. One would think she were a virgin all around rather than someone who was just bent over exposing all.
"Relax," I spoke softly to her with a friendly smile as I crawled up onto the bed. I straddled her hips and I could feel her legs slightly parting as she calmed her body a little. I ran my hands along her smooth stomach until they came upon her hands that were still barricading those pretty tits of hers. I leaned down and lightly kissed her. Her breathing was quick and she still remained somewhat tense. As I kissed her neck I could hear her moan. She finally moved her hands and trailed them down my sides where they came to rest on my hips. My lips began tasting their way down between her breasts. I placed my hands on them and buried my face in the tight alley in between. As I sucked a stiff nipple into my mouth she moaned and squeezed my ass. It was satisfying to know she was enjoying her first time with a woman so far. I took the whole areola into my mouth and teased the nipple by making sharp flicks with just the tip of my tongue. Her hips were starting to thrust up against mine. I kissed my way back to her lips and lowered myself onto her; bare mound to bare mound, feeling her swollen tits against my own.
"How far are you willing to go?" I whispered into her ear.
"Lick me, please," she begged.
"You don't have to ask me twice," I said with a smile.
"Hey! Did you forget about me?" he asked eagerly.
"You had your turn already. Just sit there and jerk off until we're ready for you," she replied with a giggle. Wow! I'm beginning to like her. I ran my tongue over her breast and down her stomach. I could feel her flinch with each tickling move. I slipped one leg in between hers and she opened wide. I could hear him anxiously playing with himself so I looked in his direction and gave him a teasing wink. I turned my focus back to her. I rubbed my hand over her pussy; feeling how hot and wet it was. It was completely smooth with a sweet fragrance that was drawing me in closer. As soon as my tongue touched on one side she gasped. I ran it up and over to the other side while she moaned softly. I took one long stiff lick up the center and she clenched her hands. Pulling away to admire her, I could see that she had opened up like a flower searching for sunlight. My tongue explored every crease and fold before I focused on her erect clit. I slid a finger in deep. She was hot and extremely wet. A second finger slid in just as easily. With deep thrusts and powerful wiggles of my fingers, I sucked her clit into my mouth and stroked it vigorously with my tongue in hopes of making her cum hard. She was breathing hard and moaning loudly. I glanced over at the chair without a single pause and was amused at the look on his face. He looked like a helpless bystander. At that exact moment, her body made a quick flinch as she came. Her loud scream lets me know just how satisfied she was.
"That was amazing," she said between breaths as I climbed back up to her. She placed her hands on my face and kissed me deeply. She rolled us over a whole new side of her emerged. "It's your turn!"
She wasted no time. She quickly got busy playing with the very first pair of tits that weren't her own. She squeezed them, licked them, and sucked them hard. I quickly realized I was going to be impressed with her. I held her hair behind her head as she let her tongue wander around my body. When she made her way to a whole new world, I spread my knees wide for her to study me. She looked long and hard at what I had to offer. She shyly bit her bottom lip. "I really want to but I don't know what to do."
"There's no right or wrong. Don't worry about pleasing me. Just enjoy yourself and explore," I assured her with a smile. With a deep breath, she reached in with her hand. She made light, lingering touches as she started exploring. I looked over at our spectator and gave him the come-hither motion with my finger. He knelt on the bed next to me and leaned in for a kiss.
She was lying flat on her stomach between my legs so he decided to straddle her. He held her hair out of her face as she leaned in for her first taste. It was a long, stiff lick up the center just as I had done to her. Her tongue was warm and soft. He took one of her hands and slowly led her finger inside of me. She planted small kisses and playfully darted her tongue around. I closed my eyes and took in every small detail. It wasn't long before she learned just what kind of attention a clit should be given. My breathing quickened and my body was tensing.
"Mmm, that feels so good," I complimented. I wasn't just saying that to cater to her ego. She really was sending me over the edge. He had leaned down to kiss her shoulders and back. She was moaning just as much as I was. I wasn't expecting to climax with her but it took me by surprise. My body flexed as I came for her and I screamed in satisfaction.
"I'm impressed," I said when she came back up to me. We were now face to face and she was kneeling between my legs. As she leaned in for a kiss, he threw his cock into her and she gasped. Each thrust he made caused our breasts to bounce off each other. I reached between us and rubbed both of us at the same time. I felt his slick dick burying itself deep inside her. She kissed and nibbled my neck and I held her tight. I squeezed her ass with both of my hands and felt every jiggle made from him pounding her hard.
He withdrew himself from her and lay on his back. "It's time for one of you lovely ladies to have your way with me."
She and I looked at each other. "Be my guest," she said.
I climbed on top of him and finally got to take every inch of him inside. As I began riding him, she crawled up near his head and he got a puzzled look on his face. She turned to face me, threw one knee to the other side of his head and lowered her wet, swollen pussy onto his face. He let out a pleased grunt and went to town lapping her wetness as I slid myself up and down his cock. She and I were face to face yet again. She placed her hands on my thrusting hips and stared at my bouncing chest. She still seemed timid at moments but she was slowly learning to just go with it. I reached forward and fondled her tits without missing a beat with the business I was tending to on him.
"I want to eat your pussy again," she whispered with a huge grin.
"I'll lie down. I want you to put that pussy of yours on my face too," I responded as I lifted myself off from him. I laid myself back, placing my head at the edge of the foot of the bed. She removed herself from the ravenous embrace that he had on her thighs. She walked around to the foot of the bed and placed a knee on either side of my head just as she had for him. I welcomed her face between my legs once again as she lowered herself onto me. She seemed to mimic every move that I was doing to her; learning from me, the best teacher for the job. He stepped up behind her so I was able to look up and watch him slip his dick inside of her. His movements were slow and shallow. I reached around her thighs and spread her ass allowing him to see everything. The sight of his cock slipping in and out between her pussy lips was driving me wild. She was able to keep her focus on me while he had his way with her. He went balls deep and held himself there. I took the opportunity to suck on each of his balls as they dangled so closely to my face.
He pulled himself out of her and looked down at me with a smile. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
I nodded with a devilish grin.
"What are you two thinking?" she asked us while looking over her shoulder.
"It's a surprise," I said as she moved off from me. I climbed off the bed and disappeared into his master bathroom.
A few minutes passed and I reemerged from the bathroom. I stood in the doorway to watch the action happening on the bed. Once again, he was taking the easy route. She was riding him hard and was quite impressive.
"So, who's first?" I asked.
They both looked at me, he with a huge grin and she with a gaping mouth of surprise. There I stood wearing a rather large strapn, blue of course; his favorite color.
"Ladies first," he said.
"Oh my god! How exciting! Wait! What do you mean, ladies first?" she asked with complete curiosity.
"Well, this is his house...his toy," I said. "His favorite!"
"You mean...? You use that on him?" she asked.
"I love it when she fucks me with that," he said as I walked towards the bed. The cock swayed with each step I took.
I stood at the end of the bed and tossed a tube of lube and a handful of condoms on the mattress along with a towel. I imagined things may get little messy switching things up between the two of them. "Back that pretty little ass of yours over here," I instructed her. She withdrew him from her and backed towards me on her hands and knees. This new addition to the party was just slightly larger than our male counterpart. I quickly rolled on a condom and slathered "myself" with lube. She was watching me over her shoulder and hadn't noticed him move so he was kneeling in front of her. It looked like she was going to get fucked in both ends. I rubbed the tip along her slit and she opened with anticipation. I stepped forward and placed my knees on the mattress for leverage. I wiped my hands on the towel and placed them on her hips. I slowly slid the toy inside while looking her in the eyes. She gasped when she accepted all 8 inches of fun.
"Oh my god! I can't believe he takes this in the ass!" she giggled.
"Like a pro," I responded as I made slow, shallow thrusts. She turned to look ahead and found herself being stared at by the dick we'd been passing back and forth. She looked up and locked eyes with him. She opened her mouth and welcomed him inside. The harder I fucked her the more she moaned with his cock in her mouth. His hands grasped her head and he began sliding himself in and out of her mouth along with my rhythm. The sight of the toy pushing and pulling at her pussy lips with every movement was thrilling me as much as watching the enjoyment on his face as she sucked him off.
"I love watching your tits bounce every time you ram her," he said as he reached for them. He squeezed them, pulling on my nipples.
"You'll be able to watch them bounce when I fuck you next" and I winked at him. I saw a gleam in his eye that I've seen so many times before. He removed himself from her oral grip and gave me the go ahead to give her my best moves. The harder I thrust the louder she got. I noticed she had reached down and began rubbing herself in hopes of coming again.
"Don't wear yourself out all on her, babe," he said with a pouty look on his face. "My ass is loosening just by seeing you wearing that." With that, I throw a final hard thrust into her and hold myself tight against her. I can hear her panting along with me as I slowly withdraw the toy from within her.
"I don't know how much more I can take. I'm exhausted," she said as she crawled up the bed, rolled over, and wiped her wet, sweaty hair from her forehead.
"Well then, I guess this is a great time for you to relax a bit and be the spectator," I said as I pulled the condom off and grabbed a new one from the bed. I motioned for him to assume the position and he couldn't seem to move fast enough. He quickly replaced her with his ass high up in the air for me to admire. I rolled the condom on the toy and made sure the lube was close by for when I'd need it. I licked my lips and I noticed my partner in crime had joined me at the foot of the bed.
"I thought you were taking it easy," I said.
"I've never participated in any kind of anal play," she said with extreme curiosity.
"I certainly hope you'll be willing to volunteer when I need you," I begged and she anxiously nodded her head. "We need to loosen him up a bit." I placed my hands on his ass and spread him wide for the two of us to see. He's right; it wouldn't take long for him to accept the big cock that I was wearing. I kneeled down on the floor so I was at his level and touched my tongue to his nuts. I made one long, stiff lick up them and along the entire crease where I gave a strong flick on his eager, begging hole. He let out a deep grunt of satisfaction.
"May I?" she asked.
"Go for it. Make him beg to be fucked," I urged. She slightly hesitated, not because she was changing her mind but because she was wandering into uncharted territory once again. I stood up and she knelt in my place. She gave a light little lick. He immediately puckered and she smiled to herself. I reached out and pulled her damp hair back from her face. She replaced my hands on his ass and spread him wide once again. His toes were wiggling and his breathing increased. With each lick she gave he gasped and moaned. It wasn't long before she had her face buried and her tongue was darting in and out of his ass. She joined in with his moans and I was hardly able to contain myself watching her eat his ass like she'd been doing it for years. She reached down with a hand and started stroking his cock as I played with his nuts.
"Fuck me, now!" he whimpered. I reached for the lube and asked for her to hold out her hand. I squeezed some onto her finger and instructed her to make sure her finger was completely covered. I squirted some lube on his ass, tossed the tube on the bed, and slowly swirled it around making sure he was nice and wet. I slowly inserted my finger and waited for his ass to grab hold and pull me inside which didn't take much coaxing. I was able to easily slide it in and out without any resistance. His moans got louder the faster I thrust my finger. I pulled it out and took hold of her hand. I inserted her finger and told her to hold it still as I inserted my finger alongside hers. I guided her hand as we fingered him together. I could feel him starting to loosen up more and his moans were certainly a telling sign that he wanted it. We removed our fingers and I reached over to the lube again.
"Would you like to do the honors?" I asked with a smile as I handed the tube out to her. She squeezed some into the palm of her hand and turned to face me. She stayed kneeling on the floor, her eyes looked up at me and she grabbed the toy with her dry hand. Her tongue started rolling around the end of the cock and she took it into her mouth as far as she could. Watching her suck on my hardware had turned me on like I had never felt before. Had I known all of this was happening beforehand, I would have gotten flavored condoms. I made a mental note for next time. When she was done teasing me she slathered the lube all along the length of the toy and stood up. She wiped her hand and excess lube all over my breasts making them glisten.
I grabbed the toy and ran the tip along his crack. He was eagerly flexing his backside with each pass I make. I held the cock still and he pressed his ass against it. The head quickly disappeared and he waited for his ass to adjust. Then he slid back a little farther and waited. He continued this until his ass had
managed to swallow all eight inches. I massaged his ass cheeks while he slowly moved allowing the cock to slide in and out.
"Fuck me hard!" he finally begged after he had fully accepted me. With that, I started thrusting and I dug my fingers into his hips. Our new little guest had been watching with intense interest. She had a look of disbelief on her but she also looked like she was going to explode if someone didn't give her attention. He must also have sensed her feeling left out because he called for her.
"Come here, I want to eat that delectable pussy." He instructed for her to lie down in front of him and he quickly got busy. With each thrust I made, the toy was hitting me in just the right spot. I had never orgasmed while fucking him with that but watching that cock slide in and out along with watching her expressions as his face was buried between her legs was pushing me to the edge. She was moaning, gasping, and running her hands through his hair. He was licking, slurping, and moaning. I was plowing ole' blue deep into his ass. What a sight! She shrieked as she reached her peak once again. The sound of her getting off was all it took for me to come again. He let out a deep, satisfied groan. What are the chances of having two women coming at the same time? I gave him a swift smack on the ass and told him it was time for him to roll over. She moved to the side of the bed and he made his way farther up so I could kneel between his legs. I asked her for a pillow and he lifted his ass high enough for her to place it underneath him. He lifted his legs in the air and I spread his cheeks to show her his gaping hole. She gasped and smiled at what she saw. I added just a little more lube to blue and quickly wiped my hands on the towel. She knelt over his face once again but didn't lower herself down onto his waiting mouth. Instead, she held onto the backs of his knees so he could lie back and enjoy what was about to be done. I slid the cock back into his ass and he threw his head back with joy. With her holding his legs apart and towards her, I was able to thrust deeper than ever. I leaned forward and placed my hands next to his head for leverage. He put his hands on my hips and thrust me into him even harder than I thought imaginable. I won't be surprised to see bruises on his ass in the morning.
"Oh fuck, this feels amazing!" he bellowed. I leaned down and kissed him before looking forward where I was now level with her hypnotizing tits. She leaned in closer to me and I teasingly licked her nipples. I sucked one into my mouth and lightly nibbled. He reached up and squeezed them close together so I could bury my face in her tits while I continued burying the toy into his ass. Since my own tits were mere inches from his own face, he started sucking and nibbling mine just as I was doing to her. He was finally able to watch my tits bounce as I fucked him just as I had promised earlier. As much as I was enjoying this, I really wanted to take a turn at being fucked by them.
"I want you to fuck my pussy with the strapn," I said to her, "while you fuck me in the ass," I glanced down at him between her twins. His eyes widened but he said nothing as he still had a mouthful of my breast.
"I've never worn one before. I don't know how to use one," she said with a helpless look on her face.
"You just lie down and let me do the rest I said. I straightened myself up and slowly pulled out of his ass. Once again, his gaping hole was starting at me. I moved away just enough so I could take his semi hard dick into my mouth.
I made one long suck on it and said, "You make him nice and hard again, I have something to give him." I didn't have to ask her twice to gobble up his cock. I slithered off the bed and walked up to the head where his head was. I leaned down and gave him a deep kiss.
"This has been amazing," he whispered.
"I'll be waiting for a spectacular grand finale," I whispered and smiled. I turned away from him with my legs pressed against the side of the bed, bent over and touched my toes. Here he could see the base of a butt plug that I had been wearing the entire time.
"You sneaky little wench," he laughed. I giggled as he grabbed hold of the base and slightly tugged. The large plug slid out rather easily. It looked like his ass wasn't the only one whose has been quivering. I let out a moan as the plug left my ass feeling empty. I turned and took it from him.
"Is this what you have to give me?" he asked. Biting my lip with a smile was the only answer he needed. I peeled the condom off the plug and replaced it with a new one. I lubed it up nicely and joined my new friend who was still greedily sucking his cock. She looked at me and her eyes widened. I'm going to have to remind him to stock up on lube and condoms when this is all done and over with. He lifted his legs once again and I slid the plug into his ass.
"Holy shit!" he hissed as it slid securely in place. I pulled the pillow out from under him, he gyrated his hips around to enjoy the sensation of his full ass. I stood up and pulled the used condom off from blue. I unsnapped all the buttons and stepped out of the device.
"Are you ready?" I asked her.
"Yes!" she screeched. I moved in front of her and held onto the harness as she stepped into it. I slowly pulled it up her legs that seemed to go on forever. I nuzzled my nose into her crotch and gave her clit a stiff lick as I passed by. I snapped all the buttons and tightened the waist so it fit nice and snug. A floppy cock isn't much fun to control. She and I both climbed onto the bed. She lay down in the middle and I took blue into my mouth just as she has done to me. The taste of condoms, lube, and rubber invaded my mouth. I stared into her eyes as I fucked the toy with my tongue and lips. When I was done giving her a little show, I placed a small dab of lube on blue. It felt strange to not be wearing it; I've never used it on myself before. I straddled her hips and lowered myself onto her. My toes curled as I took it all. I leaned forward and started grinding my clit against the harness. She was bucking her hips underneath me and squeezing my tits. I watched her tits bounce each time I thrust forward on her. I looked over and noticed he was watching and stroking his cock. I can't imagine the joy of watching one woman riding another was for him. Four perky breasts bouncing for show. He put a condom on along with lube and got on his knees behind me. I had never tried double penetration before. I had no idea what to expect. He spread more lube on my ass and gave me a swift smack. I let out a scream and begged for
him to smack me again. He used his hand that was covered with lube which caused it to sting even more. And I loved it. I held myself still and he inserted a finger into my ass which was still nice and stretched from the plug. After getting me nice and wet, he pressed his cock against my ass. He easily slid right it.
"Oh fuck!" I screamed. My whole body shivered and started tingling. With seven inches in the back, eight inches in the front. I was in euphoria. He started with slow movements in and out. I had to fight back the urge to not let loose. When his thrusts became faster they also became more rhythmic, I was able to move along with him so I could slide up and down on blue. I would slide down on blue and he would pull away. He'd thrust in and I would slide up on blue over and over. She was also helping by bucking up right at the perfect moment. My orgasm was truly earth shattering. My pussy clenched blue while my ass hugged every inch of him.
"Wow!" she said. Wow was right. "Which one of us is the lucky gal to get you off?" she asked him.
"Both of you," he replied as he pulled out of my ass. "I want you both kneeling on the floor facing each other." Really? I couldn't move. I wasn't sure my knees would work, and if they did, my legs were wobbly. But I was anxious to see what he had in mind. She and I knelt on the floor, breast to breast. He pulled off the final condom of the night and stood by us. She reached out and grabbed his balls while he started jerking his cock towards our tits. She squeezed and pulled on them and I could hear a moan and a hiss each time she did. I reached between his legs and grasped the base of the plug that was still in his ass. I tugged and it popped loose from his grip so I was able to pull it in and out in quick movements. His hand started working faster and his body was quivering. I watched as a small stream of precum slipped from the tip of his cock. She must have noticed it also because we looked at each other and smiled.
Seconds later he tensed and I could see every muscle in his body flex.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled as he shot enough hot cum to splatter both pairs of tits. I removed the plug from him and allowed it to fall to the floor. She and I wrapped our arms around each other and shared a hot kiss between us. I could feel the wetness on our chests being squished between us.
After cleaning up, we all got on the bed to recuperate. He was lying on his back and she and I snuggle into each side of him. I had been with both men and women but never together and I had never experienced anything like this. She and I were stroking each other's fingers that were resting on his chest.
"You know...I'm free again next weekend," she said with an evil smile.
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Text: She awoke with a start, her dream of weightless frolicking interrupted by the sickening feeling of free fall. Down she fell from her pleasant dreamscape back into the cradling arms of her real world bed, the illusion of clouds being replaced by her comforter and the soft red glow of the clock.
2:34 AM.
Wide-awake, she sat up to take stock of her surroundings. The spacious, cushioned room that she now called home was quite bare. It had been less than a week since she had accepted a position at the plant. The nature of her work precluded any travel outside the manufacturing area, and the staff were taking their sweet time in emptying her old apartment.
The staff. She looked up and to her left to the observation area, where the staff could monitor her performance. Beyond the glass she could see a microphone and a couple chairs, but all signs of humanity were absent at this hour, replaced by the glow of a single monitor full of digital fish.
Thoughts turned inward to the dream interrupted. Floating. Gliding effortlessly from cloud to cloud, arms stretched to either side and a toothy grin stretched impossibly wider. The rush of cool air over her skin, through her shoulder-length auburn hair, it did not merely engulf her, but rather it petted her, caressed her, made her shiver with excitement.
She was torn away from the dream world yet again as she was gripped by an all too real shiver of excitement. Only this time it was accompanied by the tickle of tiny bubbles within her chest. The room was filled with an almost distant sound of a hundred glistening glasses of soda. Slowly and steadily her breasts advanced and spread from her chest, increasing in the smallest of sizes, only to stop within a matter of moments, bubbling giving way to the unnatural stillness of her subterranean home once again.
Feelings of pleasant relaxation swam through her body, while thoughts began to press at the back of her mind. Memories of the first day swam back. Rules returned quickly to the front of her mind, rules designed to protect the factory and its workers. The rules, however, were lax in many ways. Whatever was not in the rules, as she remembered, were not necessarily forbidden. So long as none were put at harm, management cared not what she and her fellow workers did. Perhaps, she thought, there would even be a bonus for going above and beyond the call of duty.
A muffled chuckle escaped her lips as she contemplated her previous thought. She didn't care about any bonus. All she cared about at that moment was the little piece of heaven she would soon savor.
Gently, she laid her fingertips across her breasts and slowly drew them across, the light fabric of her top only serving to heighten the feelings of erotic pleasure. The fizzing within her chest began again, amplified two, perhaps threefold. Toes were curled and bedsheets clutched as more than just gas built up within her lithe frame.
The effervescent fizzing moved downward, seemingly dripping through her trunk and pooling within her seat. Cheeks and thighs plumped beneath her. Taught, gassy legs pressed together, and were soon rubbed together, throwing her into greater heights of ecstasy. A faux fullness pervaded her stomach, becoming taught and dome-like yet hollow and empty, filled with nothing but the persistent bubbles. Burgeoning breasts, impossibly round, filled her nightgown, gently rubbing against the light fabric, bringing about further sensations of pneumatically enhanced pleasure.
With wild abandon she rubbed and caressed every inch of skin she could reach. She felt the levity of her bubbly body gently pulling, lifting, reducing gravity's dream-crushing hold upon her. Her gas filled derriere lifted from her bed, her body drifting upward of its own accord, her only grip being the carpet clutched tightly between her toes. Fibers broke, and all that supported her was air. Silently, the building pressure gave way to a climatic flow of intense feelings. The buoyancy, the tight flesh, the pressure of a million bubbles, drove her upward upon a sea of pleasure, leaving her to rest upon the vaulted ceiling.
The bubbles slowed, and then stopped. The padded ceiling pressed gently into her back as the land of dreams beckoned once again. The crutch of weightless dreams, however, were no longer needed.
"Another job well done," she murmured, as Morpheus took her into his arms once again.
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Once again, this has topics that are too mature for younger viewers. Please do not read if you are under the age of 18. Thanks!
I had woken up with the feeling of my stomach gnawing at itself from ravonous hunger. It was the fifth day of my mating season and apparently, my sexual appetite wasn't the only thing that had increased with the season. So I took time out of my schedule to go shopping for food. The whole escapade took about an hour and nearly all of my self restraint, but soon I was back in my apartment without many problems. I locked my door and threw the groceries on the kitchen table. I was just about to relieve myself of the seed that had built up during the night so I could eat, when I noticed a white tiger lounging on my couch. I jumped back, startled to say the least, but he just smiled.
"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" I shouted. He shifted his position some to stretch. When he got done, he idly grabbed his balls some which forced his cock to awaken. Needless to say, I was turned on by the sight which showed as each ridge of my own member forced its way out. This made the tiger smile even more.
"You dragons shouldn't be the only ones to enjoy a mating season. Hell, I've been feeling your heat for days, so I thought I'd help you with your condition."
"How'd you get in?"
"Well, since it must matter to you, my claws are good at getting by most cheap locks. Now are you and your erection going to stand there all day, or are we going to have some fun? I did go through the trouble of clearing my schedule for the rest of the day..."
I could've been a lot of things at that moment, but I was only horny by that point. And yet, it seems that I stuttered for too long, so the tiger got up and sauntered over to me until his fur lightly brushed against my scales. Almost immediately, I felt the all too familiar feeling of pre leaking out of the tip, but the kitty simply licked it away. My legs buckled a little as need washed over me. But still, this really wasn't right, was it? I knew from others that a dragon's pheremones could make others act strangely... All I had to do was hold off somehow.
"I am nothing more than your sex toy for the rest of the day, and this is the thanks I get?" He accentuated his last few words by grabbing my cock and pulling on it, his padding lightly scratching against the pink tip of my member.
Whatever he did stirred feelings in me I didn't know before. I pushed him, and we both fell to the floor. Out of pure desperation and need, I strattled his chest and began mashing my cock into his fur, already dripping pre into his coat. The warm feeling of his purring body almost sent me over immediately, the vibrations running up through my body and stimulating me even more than I thought possible. I was just about to climax when the cat pushed me over onto my back and began licking the base of my shaft, slowly licking to the top causing the head to flair even more. When I thought it couldn't get any better, he took the whole thing in his maw, the strange texture of his tongue rubbing over almost my entire length. I growled in pleasure, still humping furiously to try to climax.
I was about ready to break when he stopped and held me down, my cock throbbing hungrily. He warned me not to touch it, and then just got up. He came back moments later with a plate of food which he began to stuff in my mouth.
"If we'll be playing together, you probably shouldn't have an empty stomach, right?"
Despite everything my body told me, I figured he was right, so I scarfed the food down as fast as I dared while he stroked himself. He was quite vocal about what he was doing, occasionally grunting as he played with himself. I looked down at my poor cock as it throbbed, practically dribbling its liquid so that a tiny pool of the stuff was forming on the floor around me. I was so entranced by my own member, that I didn't even notice him looking at me until I went for another bite of food. I heard him take a sharp breath, and I looked over to realize that he was trying to get off to me. Sure, it might have been a bad idea, but I didn't care. I opened my legs a little more, forcing my shaft to its full length. Then I took another bite of my food.
"You know," he said between gasps, "I didn't realize you dragons were so big. Had I known, I would've been here three days ago."
He walked over to me as I finished the last of the food, then pushed me back down. I growled a warning at him, but he licked my neck, then slowly moved back down to my awaiting dick. He licked it a few times before impaling himself on it. He practically roared as pre shot from his own shaft. He started riding me faster... Harder, his balls slapping against my abs. I bucked back against him, wanting to make him explode from my cum. He closed his eyes and moaned as he spurted a load of cum all over my scales. The sudden tightness made my cock go ballistic... I wanted nothing more than to cum as he finished dripping his last bit of seed on my abs, but I wanted to make the feeling last as long as possible, so I held the cum back. As he finished up, I found I couldn't hold it back much longer, when all of a sudden, he pulled off of me. I nearly roared in anger as he lightheartedly attempted to walk away from me; his legs at moved at a strange angle from having me inside of him. Never before had I been so upset...
"No! I'm going to cum in you now!" I screamed angrily between gritted teeth. I nearly tackled him, bringing him to his knees, and wings spread, began to shove my shaft deep inside of him. He groaned, but I didn't care, it felt so good. And the harder I shoved the better it felt. I was panting, and his groaning was getting louder as he pushed up against me, forcing me even deeper. Within moments, I was ready to climax again, and as he writhed against me, I felt all my restraint give way as the orgasm shook my body. I roared loud enough to rattle my windows, driving my meat deep, my cum shooting even deeper. As I forced my way even deeper; he whined as he climaxed again. As he tightened around my ridged length, my cock was milked of every last drop, leaving a night's worth of cum inside the poor kitty. As I finished, I laid down next to the tiger, who already passed out and rubbed my hand over his belly, bloated from its recent flood. As he began to purr, I fell asleep, snuggled close to him...
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First Season Chapter 2 by A large dragon
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ain. Soon Mitch was moaning at the top of his voice. Darrin knew the passion was overriding some of the pain, and was concerned Mitch would over-reach, reversing some of the healing. With a final lick, Darrin reluctantly removed his face from between Mitch's ass cheeks.
"Turn over, babe. I wanna suck you dry!"
With a groan and a slight struggle Mitch rolled to his back. His cock was at full mast and leaking precum in massive quantities. Darrin knew Mitch couldn't take much more teasing, so he concentrated on his ultimate goal, Mitch's thick dick. Pressing his lips against the slit, Darrin sucked. Clear man nectar flooded his mouth and his own desire ratcheted up several notches. Darrin gently started fondling Mitch's nuts as he took the diamond hard cock down his throat. Quickly he moved into action, tugging Mitch's nuts while he deep throated his randy cock. Almost immediately Darrin felt Mitch begin to tense with an impending orgasm.
"Oh yes! Hell yes! I'm about to blow," screamed Mitch.
Darrin released Mitch's balls and drove his face down on Mitch's rod. Once his lips were pressed into Mitch's pubic hair, he rested for a second to enjoy the sensation of hard dick filling his throat. Realizing that Mitch was panting with need, Darrin started plunging his mouth up and down on Mitch. Twisting and stroking, Darrin raced to send Mitch over the edge. Almost immediately Mitch let out a guttural scream.
"Fuck! Oh, holy shit!"
With that Mitch started flooding Darrin's mouth. Mitch's weeks of pent up semen filled his mouth until it was leaking around Darrin's tight lips. Swallowing quickly, he still couldn't contain the flow. Darrin pulled off, grabbed the squirting member and started pounding up and down on the shaft. Shot after shot erupted from Mitch's writhing cock as his balls emptied their pent up load. When the ejaculation finally slowed, Darrin and Mitch were coated with his essence. Darrin sucked Mitch's cock into his mouth and nursed it for the last drops of cum. Gently he sucked and licked until the cock slipped from his lips, completely soft. Running his tongue over Mitch's over-heated body, he softly licked up pools of cum. Sucking the last puddle into his mouth, he moved beside Mitch and kissed him softly, letting some of the seed slide between them. As they kissed, white jizz coated their lips. After several long delicious minutes, they broke the kiss with an audible note.
"Oh hell," said Mitch softly, "That was fuck'n amazing."
"Oh yeah, it was," said Darrin held Mitch gently.
Mitch looked into Darrin's eyes and smiled, "Oh we're not done yet, stud. I can feel your pecker trying to burrow into my side."
"It's ok, Mitch. I just wanted for you to feel good."
Mitch laughed, "I feel fuck'n fantastic! Now move up here so I can suck some dick."
"Really, you don't—"
"Darrin, if I don't have dick in my mouth in 10 seconds I will—"
Darrin stopped the discussion by shoving his swollen cock against Mitch's lips. With a twinkle in his eyes, Mitch opened his lips and Darrin pressed forward. Gently at first, but with building urgency, Darrin thrust his rod into Mitch's mouth. His hot lips and Darrin's overwhelming desire eliminated any chance of lasting. Instantly, Darrin's balls were tight against his shaft and his climax began. Grasping Mitch's head, he began bucking wildly as his cock sprayed cum.
"Oh god! Fuck!" screamed Darrin.
Mitch reached back and thrust a thick finger into Darrin's butt as the last drops of cum drained from Darrin's system. The added stimulation sent a final wave of pleasure through Darrin and he shuddered and collapsed beside Mitch.
"Oh holy fuck! That was amazing!" gasped out Darrin.
Silently Mitch pulled him close and kissed him gently. Mixing the essence of their two orgasms they soon had a lust-fueled mix that they were sharing with each other. Slowly they both drifted down from their sex-induced delirium and their lips released. Their movement slowed until they were resting against each other.
"Wow," said Mitch.
"Yup, wow is right."
Darrin cuddled against Mitch and for the first time since the accident they slept together. Both took care to avoid Mitch's injury, but nether was willing to spend another night apart. They again realized how much they needed each other.
The smile plastered across Josh's face was a ready indication of the kind of night he was having. Tony had taken him to the movie and dinner. They'd gone to Lawton because Tony thought the movies were better there, and there was certainly more places to eat. The fact that it also meant Josh got to spend more time with the handsome football player was fine with him too.
He looked over at Tony and smiled. So far as Josh was concerned, he was the epitome of a cowboy stud. His blond hair was cut short, with only a few small curls showing from under his cowboy hat. His face was covered with the beginnings of a beard, which was trimmed just along his jaw line. His western shirt had the top few snaps open and a little hair showing from between his pecs. The sleeves were rolled up, showing his muscular forearms. He was wearing a skintight pair of wranglers that showed off his ass and package well. The final touch was the deep cut boots with his jeans tucked in on just the inside. He couldn't have been a hotter picture of manhood so far as Josh was concerned.
Josh peeled his eyes from Tony, scanned their vehicle and had to smile a little. If there was a stereotypical vehicle for a high school stud, they were in it. A bright red four-wheel drive pickup, it was every country high school boy's transportation wet dream. To make it even sweeter he'd installed a lift kit and slapped on a set of oversized mud tires. Josh just thought it was amazing that he was enjoying the company of one of the hottest boys in school, and it was mind-blowing that they were in the pickup together.
Josh came out of his reflection to the realization that they were not on the normal way home. Not saying anything, he studied the countryside until he realized that they were in a remote part of the county where no one lived. A few minutes later, Tony pulled into a heavily wooded area just along a creek. Parking in the deepest shadows, he killed the truck and then turned to Josh.
"What're we doing, Tony?" asked Josh.
"I thought we could relax here for a little while. I like Darrin and Mitch and all, but they seem to walk in whenever we are really getting into it. And with Mitch on crutches it seems worse. So, you know, I just thought we'd have some time alone," said Tony with a smile.
"That sounds great. Their timing does suck sometimes," said Josh with a lopsided smile, remembering that Darrin had practically ordered him out tonight so he could get a break from helping take care of Mitch.
Josh smiled as Tony slid closer and leaned over the console, Josh watched his luscious lips moving nearer. At the touch of Tony's lips Josh's skin burned with sexual fire and his cock inflated in a heartbeat. Josh sighed softly when Tony trapped Josh's face between his big hands and gently stroked his tongue over Josh's lips. Josh caressed Tony's face, loving the plush texture under his hands. Trailing lower, he explored the exposed skin at the top of Tony's shirt. As he pushed down, each snap popped until Tony's entire torso was exposed. His hands travelled over Tony's chest, teasing the small patch of hair in the middle of his pecs. As Josh traced his fingertips across Tony's skin his kisses took on a more urgent quality. Breaking the kiss, Tony moved back until Josh was staring into his liquid blue eyes, and smiled.
"Let's get in the back. It's a warm night. We'll have more room for... fun," said Tony with a grin.
"Yeah," panted Josh, "That sounds good."
The pair moved to the back of the pickup and lowered the tailgate. As they sat side-by-side, Tony reached over and pulled Josh's polo over his head and laid it down. Leaning forward he pressed his lips against the center of Josh's chest, igniting a fire again. Sitting back, he trailed his fingers over Josh's body, the inferno building with each bit of skin he touched.
"God, I love your smooth body. I really like guys who aren't hairy," said Tony as he continued to touch Josh's chest. Josh extended his trembling hand and met him touch for touch. Eventually he leaned closer and slid Tony's shirt off, letting it fall into the truck. Pausing, he let his eyes rake over the man in front of him. Tony was big without being cut. Josh knew he was a linebacker, which meant he needed bulk as much as muscle. So his hard body was slightly softened, he didn't have a 6-pack but his stomach was nicely flat and his sex muscles wrapped around his hips in a very sexy way. Any more analysis evaporated when Tony wrapped his arms around him and pulled Josh into a tight embrace. Josh's world constricted to Tony's touch and his own building desire. His cock was so hard it was almost painful and he was pumping out huge amounts of precum with a growing wet spot in his jeans to prove it. His head spun and conscious thought halted when Tony's rough hand ran over his package.
"Oh god," said Josh with a gasp, "Don't stop. Fuck that feels good."
"You like that?" asked Tony with a smirk as he squeezed Josh harder. "Tell me what you want."
"Oh fuck. Whatever you want. Just don't..."
Josh's speech was frozen when he felt Tony open his pants and slide the zipper lower. Josh could feel his cock stretching to his hip and knew it was flexing uncontrollably as his desire went into overdrive. Tony stroked Josh's dick through the thin material of his briefs.
"Nice cock, Edwards."
"Shit, Tony. That feels fuck'n great," said Josh through his gasps. Leaning forward he quickly opened his jeans and touched Tony's hard cock through his boxers.
"Go ahead. It won't bite. Pull it out. Give it some air," said Tony with a smile.
Josh looked into the football player's eyes for confirmation, and at his slight nod he reached in through the fly and pulled out Tony's dick. Even with it rock hard the foreskin covered all but the tip, where a pool of precum gathered. Josh slowly skinned it back, exposing the dark red cockhead hidden inside. Looking up he saw Tony's smiling face.
"How do you like my uncut snake, Josh?"
"It's nice. Very nice," muttered Josh as he stared in fascination at the first cock he had ever touched, beside his own. Pulling the hood down completely, Josh released it watching as it climbed back up the shaft. His focus was shifted when he felt Tony pull down the front of his briefs, releasing his cock. It immediately lurched into view, pointing straight up with a belch of precum that spun out from it like strands of sugar. Tony wrapped his fingers around the shaft in front of him and smeared precum over its head.
"Damn, Josh. That's a fuck'n big cock!"
Josh looked at his member, afraid somehow that he was unfit. Quickly he realized that Tony was more fascinated with his dick than appalled. Relaxing he went back to stroking Tony's cock, running his finger inside the hood. He listened as Tony's breathing became more and more ragged. Josh leaned closer until he was barely inches from Tony's hooded prong and was watching with fascination as the head disappeared into its foreskin with each slow stroke.
"Go ahead Josh. Lick it. God, I want you to lick it," gasped out Tony.
Josh looked up, his breathing labored from stimulation. "Condom?"
"Condom? Just lick the head, you don't need a condom for oral," said Tony in a biting tone.
The sudden change of attitude snapped Josh from his lust-induced delirium. Mitch's lecture played through his head and he paused.
"Don't stop! What are you stopping for?" whined Tony.
Josh looked at Tony with a small frown, "No, I'm not sucking you off without a condom. Mitch says you can get shit even from precum. I'm sorry Tony but I want to be careful."
Suddenly Tony's hands were all over Josh, rubbing and stroking him tenderly. He leaned toward Josh's neck, kissed up it and whispered into his ear. "Come on baby. Just lick it. I'm so fucking hard! Just a little lick.
Josh's jaw muscle flexed as he clenched his teeth to help him regain his self-control. In an almost imperceptible movement he shook his head no.
"Oh, come on dude! Don't be a cock tease. Just a little tongue action. You've got me all horny. You gonna leave me with blue balls now?"
Josh looked at Tony, still in his spell but unwilling to take chances. "Let's jerk each other off. I wanna watch your uncut monster shoot."
Tony smiled at Josh, seemingly understanding, and started to stroke on Josh's dick. Josh breathed out a sigh of relief and again started working Tony's twitching cock. Soon both of their hands were flying down the other's wet shafts as they raced toward orgasm. Josh felt Tony start to shake and mutter. Soon Tony plunged over and translucent cum started shooting while Josh flailed his cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck!" screamed Tony as he unloaded.
Josh continued jacking him until the last dollop of cream oozed from his spent dick. Tony was panting for air as his release left him satiated. Josh's own cock was flexing wildly as it sought release. Josh panted softly, wondering what to do.
Tony looked up and saw the look on Josh's face and realized what he was waiting on. "Oh dude. Here."
Tony spit in his hand and then started stroking Josh again. With a few strokes, Tony's rugged hands had set Josh's ball draining in motion. Tony grabbed Josh's massive cock with both hands, plunging Josh into his climax. The guttural cries and unending flow of cum seemed to delight Tony. Josh felt like his body was trying to turn itself inside out as his orgasm continued on and on. Eventually the last convulsion swept through his body and he collapsed against Tony. Turning his head he kissed him softly and smiled.
"Thanks for understanding. Damn that was good," said Josh.
"No problem man. I'll get some condoms and next time we can have more fun."
"Yeah, that sounds good. But we better get home. I have to be up early to help in the morning, and it seems the later I come in, the earlier they need me up," Josh said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I should get home too," said Tony as he finished fastening his jeans and pulling on his shirt.
Once they were back inside the pickup it seemed like no time before Josh was being dropped off at his house. He waved as Tony drove off, relaxing in the afterglow of their mutual masturbation.
Tony looked into the rearview mirror at the tall cowboy as he drove down the driveway. He was going to tap that smooth cowboy ass. He was going to breed Josh Edwards and there wasn't going to be any fucking condom on his cock when he did it either.
Darrin looked up in time to see a slender white haired form settle into the chair across from his desk. He definitely knew who this was, Emma Ruck was one of the premier researchers in her area, and one of the reasons he had thought Great Plains University was a good place for him and Mitch. She was a brilliant researcher, and a close friend of Dr. Koch. And God help the person who mistakenly thought the demure looking person in front of him was not one of the premier predators in academia.
"Hello, Dr. Ruck. Sorry I haven't had time to sit down and visit with you, but it's been a crazy first semester," said Darrin with a sincere smile.
"Oh, don't worry about it Darrin, and please, it's Emma. First semesters always suck. I've been watching people go through them for almost 40 years. It's always the same," she said with a smile.
Darrin chuckled, "Well, I'm following the trend then. Because it's been a heck of a semester."
"I heard you had some health issues at home. I'm sorry to hear about that."
Darrin nodded his head, becoming a little concerned at the level of familiarity that Dr. Ruck was showing. "Yes, Mitch was thrown from his horse and had a severe break in his femur as a result. There were pins and plates to put him back together again. But he's getting around on crutches now and the physical therapy is helping, in spite of his grousing to the contrary. Believe me, we're glad he's doing better. Josh and I were ready to move into the hand's quarters earlier."
She nodded her head and chuckled, "Oh, yes. I understand completely. My husband had a similar injury years ago and I was threatening him with the tranq gun before it was over.
Well, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here. William sent me a copy of your PhD dissertation and I was very impressed. I also think it would dovetail very well with the research I'm currently undertaking. I've just started the grant application and I was wondering if you would be interested in making it a collaborative project."
Darrin stared in shock, his mouth moving with no sound emerging for several moments. Finally the shock wore off enough for him to respond, "Yes! Most definitely. I'm sure we can discuss where you see the interconnections later but I would be very interested, and honored, to work with you in a collaborative project."
They began to amicably discuss the project as Emma saw it evolving. Soon they were both excited and seeing many possibilities. Time passed quickly as they became lost in their discussion. The early winter sunset signaled the late hour and Dr. Ruck looked across the desk at Darrin and smiled,
"Yes, William was definitely right. You will make a good collaborative partner. Please tell him I said hi when he passes through."
Darrin's head snapped up and a slight look of confusion was on his face at the revelation.
"Dr. Koch. Here? When?"
"A few days before Christmas I believe. I take it you didn't know."
Darrin shook his head in denial and Emma's rich laughter as she walked down the hall echoed back to him.
"Enjoy your visitors, Darrin!" she called as she left the office suite.
Darrin sat stunned for several minutes, and then started quickly gathering up his materials to go home. He worried about the unannounced visit from the man who was on both their graduate school committees and had defended Darrin during his dissertation presentation. By the time he got home he had worked his stomach into knots trying to figure out why Koch was making a special trip to their ranch. Walking through the kitchen, he spotted Mitch propped up at this desk working on paperwork. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked over to look over Mitch's shoulder. After a few seconds he asked,
"Did you know Koch was coming to see us?"
"Sure. I told you a few days ago. He and Lex are stopping by on their way to Colorado for Christmas."
"Really? Well shit. I completely spaced on that one then."
Mitch chuckled and swung his leg around and pulled Darrin down for a kiss. "You've had a stressful few months, babe. Don't sweat it. I think they are only staying overnight."
Darrin shrugged, "Ok. No big deal then. I was making it into some kind of test."
Mitch shook his head and chuckled, "Sounds like my husband. Hey, the kids gone for at least another 20 or 30 minutes. Whatcha think about making out with your poor injured man?"
Darrin laughed and pulled a chair close and sat down beside Mitch. Pulling him close they began kissing. They softly enjoyed the chance for intimacy, a masculine musk infusing the air around them.
All three men were rushing around getting the last minute details finished before Koch and Lex arrived. The guys had known they were coming for more than a month, but between Josh's tests, the end of Darrin's semester and Mitch's slowed pace due to the injury, the arrival preparation had been put on the back burner. But with their arrival only days away, the focus had quickly shifted to some much needed house cleaning as well as getting the guesthouse ready for its inaugural occupants. They'd been told not to make any special preparations, which they of course ignored. Fortunately the physical therapist had given Mitch a release to walk without the crutches, which was a relief to everyone. Mitch's continual tirades about the hours spent at rehab, and the fact that he thought the progress had been too slow had wore on both Darrin and Josh.
It was only a few days before Christmas and while some years they could have done their usual outdoor barbeque, this wasn't one of them. The weather had turned miserable with rain and dropping temperatures. But they weren't as concerned about the weather as the guests. Koch was a force of nature unto himself. The weather wouldn't dare strand him in Oklahoma when he had planned a Colorado winter get away. Almost as soon as the last detail was seen to, Josh spotted an unfamiliar car coming up their driveway. The guys stood on the porch as Lex parked and the pair walked up to the house.
Koch stuck out his hand, shaking each hand in turn. Looking over his shoulder at Mitch.
"Goddamn McRichards, could you be any fucking more in the butt fuck boonies?"
There was a moment of tension with Josh looking back and forth, and then Mitch and Darrin burst out laughing.
"Damn, Koch! Subtle as always," said Mitch with a smile. "Come on in, it's a long drive from the university. Do you want something to drink?"
After they filed into the house, Mitch determined who wanted what and went to the refrigerator to get them. He walked back into the living room passing the drinks to everyone and then plopping on the couch beside Darrin. Mitch watched as Koch and Lex looked around the room. Koch looked back at the pair with a nod.
"Damn nice place. Of course it's not as fucking good as ours, but not bad for you two," said Koch with a smile.
Lex turned to him and popped him on the arm, "Be nice, William! Or there will be no snacks for you later."
It took Mitch a moment to get the innuendo and then he chuckled. Glancing up he saw Josh starting to turn red and decided the conversation needed to be moved onto safer ground.
"So how are things back at the department? Any good gossip? We saw Gordy and Sam a few months ago, but that's been about it," said Mitch.
Koch paused for a minute to think, "Well that asshole Hand didn't get tenure. He scurried away pretty fast too. Got a job at some school in the south. Damn fuckwad!"
"Really? I thought no one would have wanted him after all the crap he pulled," said Darrin.
Koch looked at Darrin with a snort, "Hell, it's not a real university. It's one of those church ran things that don't do anything that's outside their precious bible interpretations. Their work never gets published in credible journals. So they're in their little world and can't cause any harm."
Darrin sighed, "Except training the next generation of haters***"
Koch actually looked sympathetic for a minute, then leaned forward and patted Darrin on the knee. "You can't change the world, son. Just do what you can with what you got. Hand was a lost cause. Your tirade during your defense was exactly right, those kind of people are always looking for the next target. Right now, it's anyone who might not be straight."
"But people get hurt. Folks are dying. Kids kill themselves because of what they hear from those bigots!" said Darrin with some heat.
Koch leaned back and relaxed in the chair, holding up both hands to deflect Darrin's anger. "Whoa, boy! I'm with you. But we aren't miracle workers. Do what you can and do your best. That all we can do." Koch cast a significant look in Josh's direction and then looked back at the pair. "Looks to me like you're already making change. Do what you can boys, just do what you can."
Darrin relaxed against the couch and leaned against Mitch, who wrapped his arm around Darrin's shoulders and squeezed softly. The conversation shifted into a much lighter tone as they caught up with each other's lives. When Mitch asked about the cabin, they found out that Lex had been doing renovations. And that Peggy, the neighbor and often time's caretaker for their retreat, had been asking about he and Darrin. Eventually night deepened and the conversation started to lag. Lex stretched and squeezed Koch's arm and gave him a significant look.
"I'm tired, and we need to get an early start to make the cabin by tomorrow night. Besides, we'll need gas or we won't make it 10 miles in that gas guzzler you insisted we drive."
"Hell, we couldn't take that little pussy Prius. They would've ran us out of the county," said Koch in a growl.
"Yeah. Whatever, muffin. Now get your ass up and let's get to bed," said Lex with a chuckle.
Mitch and Darrin snickered at the exchange, glad Koch seemed to have met his match. They all followed Lex out the door and helped get him and Koch settled into the guesthouse. They moved quickly since the rain and wind made any outside activity miserable. Once the last of their luggage was out of the car, the trio sprinted back to the house and headed to their respective rooms.
Mitch and Darrin quickly stripped and crawled into bed. Mitch was still under some restrictions from his injury, but he was chafing under them since he felt fine. Darrin was scowling at him like a mother hen and not allowing anything but what the doctor had listed. So they curled against each other under layers of quilts and drifted off to sleep.
Josh was also lying in bed, but sleep didn't come as easy for him. Tony had started picking him up and taking him to school each day. Today they'd had a few minutes to make out before Josh had to be home. They hadn't had an opportunity with any real privacy since the drive home that night. But Josh had made his own preparations and had plenty of condoms on hand, and made sure they would work for oral sex. He didn't want the taste of spermicide in his mouth, he thought with a chuckle. He had them in his room and had read all the instructions, but so far had never used any of them. But tonight he was thinking about exploring a little since just the thoughts of Tony's hot lips against his was turning his cock into a throbbing piece of steel.
Josh started absently stroking his hard cock as he looked at the box of condoms Mitch had given him. Since Josh got access to the guys computers, he'd found a world of information he hadn't even known existed. After the incident in the truck with Tony, Josh wanted to make sure that he knew how to put on a rubber if he was going to insist Tony used one. He'd found a good video on Planned Parenthood's website and watched it a couple of times. It didn't look too tough, but he hadn't actually done it either.
Lifting the foil packet to his mouth he gently tore it open while he continued to fondle himself. His cock was leaking copious amounts of precum as he looked at the flattened little circle in his hand. He lowered it to his cock, rubbing the latex over his swollen cockhead. Grabbing the tip he tried to unroll it onto his now throbbing dick but couldn't. Frustrated Josh tried to force it down. Deciding he had somehow gotten a defective condom, he looked at it closer and realized, to his chagrin, that he had it on backwards. Feeling like an idiot, Josh flipped the little disc over and quickly unrolled it down his dick. Josh looked at his latex cloaked sausage, and smiled.
Grabbing the small bottle of lube, he squirted some over the translucent sheath and wrapped his hands around its turgid length. He started slowly sliding his hands over the thick cock in his hands. Closing his eyes, he was soon thrusting into his hands and panting softly. Fortunately the condom served to lessen the stimulation so he was able to last longer than normal. But normal for Josh was usually a matter of moments so it still wasn't long before his balls were tight against his shaft and he could feel the familiar churn of semen racing through his system. With only a few ragged thrusts his orgasm began and quickly pumped the small reservoir full of white cream. Josh's body trembled with release as his cock took on a life of its own. With a last tremor his tense muscles relaxed and he collapsed into the bed. Gasping for air he laid there for several minutes while he recovered. Once back to normal he looked at the inflated balloon covering his slowly softening dick. He noticed some cum leaking from the bottom, not enough space left at the tip Josh decided, good to know for when he was with Tony.
Josh quickly cleaned up and got rid of any evidence of his masturbation session. He slid into bed, this time more than ready for sleep. As he descended into the comfort of sleep, he distantly noted that the tree outside his window looked, odd. But without a second thought he drifted asleep.
Darrin was dimly aware of the loud moans and crackling sounds coming from outs
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ide. With a sudden explosive crash close to the house, he was wide-awake.
"What the fuck was that?" shouted Darrin.
"The cottonwood down the hill," said Mitch from the window. "Damnit! It looks like we've had a hell of an ice storm."
About that time a gust of wind rattled the trees surrounding the house, and the power failed. Darrin stared at the unlit light before it flickered twice and then came back to life.
"Ok," said Mitch, "You were now officially right. The generator we installed was worth every penny."
Darrin chuckled, "Dang! I need to write that down. I was right, and Mitchell McRichards admitted it!"
Mitch walked to Darrin and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Yeah, you were. We better check on everything though."
The pair moved into action, dressed and outside in short order. To their dismay they discovered that there was at least a half-inch of ice coating everything. The trees were creaking and all it would take is a good wind to do a horrendous amount of damage, but so far they were alright. Of course it wasn't just the trees that were coated, power lines and fences as far as they could see were covered too. As was the ground, as Mitch found out when he almost fell when he stepped off the porch.
After Darrin helped him back to safe footing, they looked around in disbelief. "Shit! What are we going to do?"
"Not much we can do with ice this thick. Hope it warms up soon and melts it."
"What about the steers?" asked Darrin.
Mitch shrugged, "They probably took shelter in the windbreaks. They should be ok. We'll take them some hay this afternoon."
As they walked around surveying the damage, and potential loss, they heard the soft creak of a door and watched Lex walked over to them.
"Guys, this looks bad. But I'm surprised you still have power," said Lex.
"We had a gas generator installed last summer. College's idea," said Mitch.
Lex nodded, "Smart, but how much gas have you got?"
Darrin smiled and turned toward Lex, "Natural gas. We're fine."
"How widespread is it?"
"Don't know yet. Let's go check the TV."
They carefully made their way into the house. Once everyone was safely inside, Mitch started the coffee for Lex and himself and handed Darrin a bottle of pop. They settled in front of the television and soon found that it was widespread and severe. The storm had knocked out most of southwestern Oklahoma. While they sat transfixed by the severity of the damage, Josh walked out looking freshly showered. He watched for several minutes with the trio and then moved to the kitchen to start fixing breakfast. Soon the sounds and smells of frying sausage and eggs as well as biscuits were permeating the house. Lex turned and smiled at Josh.
"I better go get Will up. If he misses a meal he gets cranky."
"You mean sometimes he's not cranky?" joked Mitch.
Lex laughed softly, "With me he is. Yeah, with me he is."
Mitch turned back to the TV as Lex left. Several minutes later he heard the outside door open and close again. He saw Lex walking back in with Koch close behind. Koch walked over beside Mitch and studied the broadcast for a few minutes before asking,
"We aren't going to be leaving any fucking time soon are we?"
Mitch looked at him and shook his head. "No. It looks like the temperature is going to drop and stay well below freezing for the next couple of days." He looked at the older couple for a minute before continuing. "I'm sorry to tell ya, but it looks like you're going to be staying here for Christmas. "
Koch scowled, "Well, so goddamn fucking son of a bitch much for a Colorado Christmas."
Darrin smiled and walked over to help Josh before he got caught looking happy.
Darrin looked around the room and was shocked at the transformation they had managed since yesterday. In spite of the limited time and resources they had managed to decorate their home for their first Christmas in it. There was a lot of paper decorations and strings of popcorn courtesy of Josh, but they'd had the tree up before the storm and with the presents Koch and Lex added to it, the corner it occupied was mounded with gifts.
It was Christmas Eve, which was when they opened gifts, and Darrin was feeling like an 8-yearld boy again in anticipation as he wrapped the last present. Lex and Koch had made it very clear that if the trio tried to give them any gift, they would do them bodily harm, knowing the only way they could get gifts was by taking away something originally intended for one of them. Darrin understood, and actually agreed, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty at having someone for Christmas and not giving them a gift. But there wasn't much he could do about it. After he finished wrapping the last present, he walked back into the living room and topped the pile with it.
"Hey, where to do you want this?" asked Mitch as he held the enormous ham they were having Christmas day.
"Just put it in the fridge. It's going to have to thaw."
Mitch wrestled his load into the refrigerator and then walked over to Darrin and wrapped his arms around him.
"It looks great, babe. You did a good job."
Darrin kissed Mitch, running his hands over his rough face. "Thanks. I'm glad you think so. I think it looks good too. Josh busted his ass making decorations. He seemed like he was trying to distract himself for some reason."
"Babe, seriously? For such a smart guy you can be amazingly dense at times. This is his first Christmas away from home, and in the last 6 months his parents haven't even checked on him," said Mitch quietly.
"Oh damnit! I'm such an idiot. Here, let me go talk to him."
Mitch held on tight and didn't let Darrin walk away. "No. Not this time. He will come to you if he wants to talk. Otherwise just let him work it out on his own."
"Yeah, you're right. I can't fight his battles for him. All I can do is be there if he needs me."
"Needs us, babe," said Mitch, "And yes, you're right."
Mitch gave Darrin a last squeeze and then released him with a soft kiss. Without another word they began doing the finishing touches on the festivities for Christmas Eve.
Mitch watched as Josh handed out the presents. The look of joy on his face would have been more fitting on the face of a child, not an 18 year old. But he seemed genuinely happy. Looking at Koch, he was a little surprised to see the old fart was also smiling as he watched Josh hand out gifts. After several hours of fuming over their spoiled plans the first day after the storm hit, Koch had calmed down and relaxed. Mitch thought part of it was that he'd been playing video games with Josh and winning. He had a feeling Josh was letting the older man win. But regardless, there were five happy men seated close to the fireplace.
Darrin had cooked a variety of finger foods for the meal. So everyone had a plate of their favorite goodies sitting beside him to snack on while they were opening gifts. Mitch had been teasing Darrin insistently about being addicted to the cooking shows on TV, but actually he really liked the new things that Darrin was making. Mitch liked to eat, and Darrin liked to cook. It made for a good arrangement, Mitch thought. Mitch watched Darrin and recalled their first six months at the ranch. Between his accident and the new job for Darrin it had been a rollercoaster of events. But each time they hit a rough patch and came through it intact, Mitch felt their bond growing stronger. Of course it didn't hurt that he found Darrin so incredibly good looking.
Shifting his attention to Josh he couldn't help but smile. Josh had moved from a whipped puppy into an energetic young man who more than pulled his weight on the ranch. Mitch was every bit as concerned about his relationship with Tony as Darrin was, but he felt Josh needed to work it out for himself. He seemed a little over the top happy tonight, but that was probably because of their two guests.
Thoughts of Koch and Lex shifted Mitch's attention to them. Koch seemed... well, happy. It seemed like a trite description, but it was the best Mitch could come up with. He was still crotchety and irritable, but it seemed less serious somehow. Lex had definitely worked some spell on the older man. As he was contemplating the couple, he realized that Josh had finished passing out the gifts and had sat down in front of his pile of presents.
"Well, how do we do this? Just rip into 'em, or open them one at a time," said Darrin.
"One at a time," said Mitch, "Oldest to youngest. That way we can see what each other gets. Dr. Koch, you go first."
Koch leaned back and smiled, motioning to Lex he said, "I'll have you know Lex is the old fart, not me." He caught Mitch's eye, "And it's Will."
Mitch nodded and then watched as Lex opened his gifts. With appropriate oh's and ah's, and lots of food and drink, they went around the room. It was obvious to everyone that Josh was eager to open his, which of course resulted in them stretching it out as long as possible. Once Mitch had opened his gift from Darrin, a handmade pocketknife, Mitch theatrically scanned the room.
"Looks like that's it. Might as well head for bed."
"Oh, I don't think so, Mitch. Nice try!" said Josh with a smile.
"Oh! Josh, yeah I guess you haven't opened yours yet have ya," said Mitch with a smile.
Josh barely paused a heartbeat before he tore into his presents. Soon packing debris was scattered everywhere and an impressive pile of gifts had accumulated. Primarily the gifts were more clothing, since the new muscular Josh couldn't fit in some of his clothes. But there were a few other things, like a new video game he had been drooling over and a split duster coat for riding horseback. He quickly surveyed his loot and beamed at Mitch and Darrin.
"Thanks guys, for everything. It's too much, but I really appreciate it."
"Well, there is one more thing," said Mitch.
Josh looked as Darrin pulled a tiny box from his pocket and tossed it to Josh. He shook the gift and looked questioningly at the duo.
"What is it?" asked Josh.
"Well open it and find out," said Mitch.
Josh carefully skinned open the package to find a ring box. With a look of confusion at Mitch and Darrin, he flipped open the box*** to find a key. Josh slowly pulled it out, recognizing the shape. Hoping he was right he looked at Mitch and Darrin.
"A pickup?"
"Yup, we thought you could use something to drive. It's not new now, but that way Tony doesn't have to haul you around everywhere," said Darrin, "We may need to use it occasionally, but it's yours."
"Holy fuck!" screamed Josh. Rocketing across the room he hugged first Darrin and then Mitch and began jumping around waving the key. Suddenly a thought came to him and he paused.
"Where is it?" asked Josh.
Mitch laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's in town, safe and sound. We'll go get it when the ice melts."
"Sweet!" yelled Josh.
The four men watched the teenager for a few minutes, each of them smiling with their own memories of Christmas' past. Darrin finally moved and began cleaning up, and the others soon followed suit. In short order they had everything back in it's home and were saying their goodbye's to each other as they headed off to bed.
Darrin watched Mitch and wondered what he was up to. He had been acting peculiar since they had walked into the bedroom. He knew there was still more surprises coming from him, he did it to Darrin each year. Darrin just wasn't certain what this year's bombshell would be. Finally Mitch sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him. Darrin eased down and smiled at Mitch's exuberance.
"What are you up to stud?" said Darrin.
"Open this one first," said Mitch as he handed over the larger of the two packages.
Darrin took the offered package and slowly opened it. The colorful paper fell away and only revealed a plain brown box. Darrin gave Mitch an accusatory glance and then began popping the tape. As he slowly opened the box a tangle of leather and buckles came into view. He glanced at Mitch with a confused look on his face.
"What is it?" asked Darrin.
"A leather harness," said Mitch with a sly smile.
"For me?" squeaked Darrin.
"No. For you to put on me and use the hell outta my ass. I got the release from the doctor and there are no more restrictions and I'm tired of being treated like glass. I want you to saddle up and ride, cowboy!"
Darrin gave a good-natured groan and pulled the leather webbing from the box. As he held it out he noticed a metal ring fastened into it with loops of leather. Picking it up by the ring he looked at Mitch with a grin, feeling his cock start to response.
"And this would be..." asked Darrin.
"The cock ring of course!" answered Mitch with a huge smile on his face.
Darrin looked at it, and Mitch's muscular body, and his face broke into a brilliant smile. "This will be fun. I can't wait to play!"
"Open the other one, babe! You'll like it, I promise," said Mitch.
The next box was small, fitting easily in Darrin's palm. Opening it quickly he lifted the top off the box and found a small pile of chain nested at the bottom. Pulling them out, he looked at what appeared to be miniature jumper cables.
"Are these what I think they are?" asked Darrin.
"Oh yeah! Nipple clamps for my man."
Darrin looked at the toys that Mitch had given him and could feel his cock stretching inside his jock. He laid the stuff on the bed and reached for Mitch. Pulling him in a tight embrace he kissed Mitch softly. Leaning his head back slightly he met Mitch's eyes.
"Thank you, Mitch. For everything. I thought my world had ended back when I saw you at the bottom of that creek. Everyday from here out is an amazing gift," whispered Darrin, then a lecherous look flashed across his face and he smiled. "Of course the fact that you're a kinky little shit doesn't hurt my feelings either."
Mitch laughed as he ran his hand down Darrin's back. "Me! You're the one with the thing about dildos. I just play along."
Darrin ran his hands into the back of Mitch's briefs and squeezed his hairy ass.
"Mitch. Shut up."
With that Darrin pushed Mitch down on the bed and slid his underwear off. Taking the harness in his hand he unsnapped the cock ring and looked at it carefully. The weight of the solid metal ring was surprising and Darrin could feel his dick hardening as he contemplated their evening. But realizing that Mitch was starting to stiffen he knew this toy wasn't going on unless he got it there quick. Darrin wrapped his hand around Mitch's nuts and pulled them tight. Working quickly fished both of Mitch's nuts through the ring and then threaded through Mitch's rapidly expanding cock. Tugging on Mitch's scrotum he soon had the ring tight against Mitch's pelvis. The action with the ring had caused Mitch's cock to harden. Darrin stroked his fingers gently up the deep red cock in front of him. He ran his fingernail along the underside of the engorged member and smiled as a huge blob of precum drooled from its tip.
"How does that feel, babe?"
"Oh god, it feels fantastic. My cock is so hard it could cut diamonds. Come on, put on the rest of it!" said Mitch.
Darrin shook out the harness and started putting it on Mitch. His hands wondered over Mitch's hot body as he figured out the buckles and ties to put his man inside the contraption. Mitch was panting lightly from the sensation of leather slipping back and forth over his bare skin. As Darrin finished with the last buckle, he stepped back for a look.
He unconsciously started rubbing his crotch as he looked over the hot man in front of him. The black leather looked incredibly sexy on his masculine husband. Mitch looked at Darrin, enjoying the attention and began turning slowly. Darrin couldn't help but wince at the white surgery scar running down Mitch's leg, but the past was quickly forgotten when Mitch's ass, framed with dark leather, came into view. Mitch leered at Darrin, put his hands on his thighs and started slowly bending over. Darrin's stroking of his cock reached a fever pitch as Mitch puckered hole, with its surrounding swirl of hair, was revealed.
"See anything you like, baby?" asked Mitch with a sneer.
"Oh yeah. I'm gonna pound that tight ass until you dump your load," said Darrin with a growl.
"First you need your new jewelry," said Mitch.
Darrin watched Mitch's hot leather-encased body as he walked to the bed where Darrin had left the second gift. When Mitch lifted the clamps, Darrin could hear the chains sliding over each other. He leaned down and nursed softly on each nipple and then stood back up. With an intimate smile at Darrin, he moved the setscrews to almost full depth. Reaching up he flicked a finger against Darrin's left nipple and then quickly snapped the clamp in place. Darrin felt the pain shoot through his body, directly to his jerking dick like they were hardwired together. Just as the pain was subsiding to a pleasant buzz, a twin sensation raced through his body from his right nipple. Darrin's eyes were clamped shut as he absorbed the delicious pain/pleasure combination filling his body. He was only dimly aware of Mitch moving behind him until he reached around and began playing with Darrin's burning nipples. Caressing Darrin's chest, Mitch ground himself against Darrin, sliding the leather across his back and ass.
"You like that, College? You like a little pain with your pleasure," whispered Mitch in his ear.
"Oh screw you, asshole. You're damn right it feels good. Makes me want to fuck your ass raw!"
"Come on, big boy! I'm tired of careful sex. Fuck me hard! Use my hole, goddamn it!"
Darrin spun around and grabbed Mitch by the harness. Yanking him against his heaving chest he kissed him hard, driving his tongue inside Mitch's hot mouth. The sensitivity of his nipples just heightened his lust for the man he held. After several long minutes of hard French kissing, Darrin lifted Mitch off the ground and twisted to throw him on the bed. Mitch hit the bed and bounced before coming to a stop, his tongue darting out and moistening his lips as he watched his lust inflamed husband advance toward him. He rose on his elbows and smiled at Darrin.
"Whatcha gonna do now, big'n?" taunted Mitch.
"Fuck you!" Darrin almost screamed.
"Do it babe! Fuck me!"
Darrin grabbed Mitch's harness and flipped him onto his stomach. Mitch moaned and lifted his ass in anticipation, ready for what Darrin was going to deliver. Pinning Mitch in position with a death grip on the harness, Darrin leaned down and spit on his hole. Moving quickly he started rubbing his dripping cock against Mitch's hole, creating a slick slurry of their juices. With passion driving his actions, Darrin started ramming himself forward, forcing his way into Mitch's tight ass. After he plowed past the final resistance, he pushed forward without stopping, holding Mitch helplessly beneath him. He heard Mitch gasp with the pain of his forceful entry and Darrin paused in hesitation.
"Goddamnfuckinghell! Don't stop! Fuck me!" screamed Mitch.
Darrin smiled and then started bucking into his man with long hard strokes. Soon he had Mitch's hips pinned in his hands and his cock was pillaging Mitch's hole. After long delicious minutes of man fucking, he felt the familiar tingle in his groin. Again grabbing Mitch by the harness, he flipped him on his back with his cock still deep inside Mitch.
"I want to watch your face as I pile drive your hole!" said Darrin in a horse voice.
Darrin smiled as Mitch gasped when he rammed himself back deep inside his ass. Grabbing the harness until they are almost curled around each other, Darrin started rocketing in and out of Mitch's well-used hole. Furious in his attack, he felt his body tremble and the cum begin filling his lovers ass. Burying his full length inside Mitch, his body trembled as volley after volley of white hot juice shot from him. As the last vestiges of orgasm rolled over him, he felt Mitch's ass clamp down around his cock. With a guttural cry Mitch's cock convulsed.
"Oh Fuck! I'm coming!" yelled Mitch.
Darrin caressed Mitch tenderly as his body was ensnared in the grip of a massive orgasm. Mitch quickly had them both splattered with cum as his body seized again and again. Darrin lay on Mitch as the last tremor gently traveled his body.
"That was amazing," said Darrin, "Are you ok? I hope I didn't hurt you***"
Darrin's voice trailed off but it was not unnoticed by Mitch. Darrin felt Mitch's rough hands on his face as it was pulled so he was looking deep into Mitch's eyes.
"It was fucking fantastic! It was exactly what I needed. Yes, my ass may be a little sore for a day or two, but that's good. It makes me feel alive!"
Darrin chuckled and nestled his head under Mitch's chin, "God, I love you."¬¬
Mitch twisted slightly and kissed Darrin's head, "I love you too babe. Did you like your Christmas present?"
Darrin chuckled as he felt the slight tug from the nipple clamps. "Oh yeah! I really liked them."
Mitch laughed as the two peeled themselves apart. Going through the familiar routine to clean up they were soon back in a bed with fresh crisp sheets and all the toys tucked away. Darrin wrapped his arms around Mitch and spooned against him. Soon they fell into a very contented sleep.
Darrin was checking the table to make sure everything was in place. He'd gotten up early and put the still partially frozen ham on to cook. Since then he'd been making the other favorite dishes. There was enough food for 20 people, but Darrin didn't care. He just wanted everyone to enjoy themselves. His favorites of cornbread dressing and cherry pie were of course among the first things he cooked. But he thought he'd also gotten Mitch's sweet potato casserole made the way he liked, with enough brown sugar to stop a tank. Darrin glanced over at Josh and a slight frown formed. He'd never gotten Josh to tell him any favorites. He just kept saying he liked everything.
Mitch stood beside Darrin and quietly cleared his throat. Darrin looked at him and saw an odd look on his face, a combination of satisfaction and embarrassment that he hadn't seen very often. Wondering what could be going on he whispered to Mitch, "What's wrong?"
"I think we might have been a little loud," said Mitch quietly.
"Why?"
"Well every time Josh looks at me, his ears turn bright red and he looked somewhere else."
"Oh no," said Darrin, wondering how loud they were. "Do you really think we were that loud?"
Lex happened by about that time and chuckled, "Yes, you two were that loud."
Darrin and Mitch both looked at Lex with their mouths sagging. Horrified that their lovemaking had been loud enough to hear outside. They looked at each other and they both colored to a deep red.
Josh looked in their direction and got a quizzical look on his face. Koch watched for a few moments and then shook his head. Moving closer to Josh he leaned down and Darrin saw him whisper something to Josh. Josh's head snapped back and he looked first at Koch and then at the pair. First his face reddened slightly and then he started to giggle. Soon he was laughing uncontrollably and Koch stood beside him looking very smug.
Darrin felt like he wanted to melt into the floor and Mitch didn't look much better. Eventually Lex patted both of them on the shoulder and pushed them toward the set table.
"I think it's time for Christmas dinner. What do you boys think?" said Lex.
They shuffled around the table and found their seats. After a few minutes the chatter and good-natured teasing resumed as the food was passed around the table. Soon everyone was digging into the meal.
Quite some time later everyone was relaxing as they nibbled at bits of food still on their plates. They'd eaten enough to feed twice as many people but they were all smiling contentedly. Darrin and Mitch moved to clear the table and then started bringing desserts. As they crowded it with pie, cake and homemade Christmas sweets it was obvious that everyone would be taking the traditional after-dinner nap.
As the second round of the feast continued Darrin started to notice Josh becoming more and more withdrawn from the conversation. Darrin flashed a look of concern at Mitch, who shrugged his shoulders in response. After a few moments Darrin glanced at Josh again, to find silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Darrin sat indecisively for a few moments before snapping into action. He moved closer to Josh and rubbed his hand over his back to comfort him.
"What wrong, Josh?"
Josh glanced at the table, finding all attention was focused on him. He shook his head, seemingly not trusting his voice.
"It's ok, Josh. Just tell us what's wrong," said Mitch in a surprisingly soft voice.
Josh gathered a shuddering breath and began speaking softly, "It's my favorite***pecan pie," Josh motioned to the table.
Darrin looked at him, knowing there was more going on than just a favorite dessert.
"Why is that making you cry?" asked Darrin.
"I thought they'd call. You know*** at least check on me***" Josh said quietly.
Mitch looked at Darrin, remembering their conversation from the day before and hoping he did too. But Darrin gave him a nod, having quickly connected the dots.
"Josh, I'm sorry they didn't call. They should have. I wish there was something I could do to take away the pain," said Darrin.
Josh looked around the table, but the looks of concern just served to just make things worse.
"I'm so sorry. I've ruined your Christmas. I've fucked it up for everyone. 'Cause I'm such a pussy that I can't take care of myself," said Josh with his head hanging.
Darrin squeezed his shoulder and tried again, "Josh it's not your fault. And parents shouldn't treat their children like they are something that can be thrown away. If it was up—"
Josh turned away from Darrin and rushed to his room without another word. Darrin looked to Mitch for help, but he seemed equally adrift. Darrin sat trying to decide how to handle it when he heard a slight scraping as a chair moved and glanced in surprise at Koch.
"I'll go talk to the boy," said Koch.
Darrin and Mitch looked at each other, wondering what the man who was known to reduce adults to a puddle of tears would do with the fragile young man's ego. Mitch nodded decisively though and Darrin followed suit, trusting Mitch's instincts.
Koch put his napkin on the table and disappeared into Josh's bedroom. Darrin and Mitch watched the empty doorway for a few seconds before turning away.
"He's a good man," said Lex into the quiet, "Both of them are."
The duo nodded and tried to relax. Long minutes passed with the food on the table completely forgotten. But only silence met their straining ears. Finally Koch emerged, went back to his chair and without a word began eating. Everyone watched him expectantly, until they realized that he didn't intend to share anything.
"Well?" Mitch finally blurted out.
Koch looked up with a smile of deviltry on his face, knowing he was tormenting them. Sitting his fork down carefully he surveyed the three concerned faces around the table.
"He's fine. He's washing his face and will be here in a minute."
"What did you say to him?" Darrin asked, knowing he might get anything for a response.
"I told him that he was a fine man and if his parents were too fucking stupid to realize it then take me over and I'll tell them. I also said that you can't pick your family, but you damn fucking can your friends and it seemed to me that he had some damn fine friends around him," said Koch.
"That's it?" said Mitch.
"No. But the rest of it's none of your fucking business," said Koch, his eyebrows lifted.
Mitch laughed, knowing when a conversation was over. Everyone started sampling the food again and a gentle conversation had begun when Josh rejoined the group. Mitch and Darrin nodded at him without a word as he sat back down. After a few more minutes Mitch leaned forward and grabbed the entire pecan pie and sat it in front of Josh.
"There. That's all yours. And if you want another one, just say so."
Josh looked stunned for a minute and then started chuckling at Mitch's always direct way. Looking around a table he looked at each man with a smile on his face.
"Thanks everyone, for a great Christmas. This is the best one ever," said Josh.
Darrin started to answer and was cut short by Koch.
"Fucking right it is, cause we're here! Now enough of the emotional crap, lets eat and then I have dibs on the couch," stated Koch.
The group chuckled at Koch and then refocused on the food, enjoying the rest of their Christmas day.
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Goldeneyes Chapter 7
Deep was Imar's anguish as he mourned the loss of his sister. Alicia was no more, and the temple priest cried out in sorrow. Imar retreated to the shady groves surrounding the avian temple, and beneath the sheltering oaks, the black eagle grieved for his sister.
"Oh, Alicia! I have sent you to your death!" Imar cried sadly.
Imar crumpled to the ground before a great oak tree, and absently traced his fingers over the gnarled roots. Sadly reflecting upon his departed sister.
But then Imar found that his fingers were around the talons of an eagle. Imar looked up, and found that his sister stood before him. A radiant halo of light surrounded her, and upon her head was a crown of leaves. In Alicia's left hand she bore an hourglass, and in her right was a kingly crown of silver.
Imar had a flash of memory, of his young sister Alicia giving the ten year old Imar a novelty for his birthday. An hourglass. Filled with beach sand. And as the young Imar accepted the toy hourglass, he had a sudden vision of this moment in time. Imar had carried this vision, all of his life. Like the lady Alicia's long held vision of landing on the sandy shores of Wake Island, and looking out across the waters to the Sealift Arctic.
Imar slowly rose, and Alicia held out the hourglass, filled not with beach sand, but with the shimmering moments of all the days of Land. Her brother took it into his arms, his eyes wide with wonderment. Alicia then placed the silver crown upon his head, and Imar gasped as the edges of the metal sank into his skull.
The Time Lord's crown merged with the eagle, and Imar was made one with his new station.
Imar cried out as he woke from the dream. The mystic looked around his chamber, struggling to catch his breath. Then, there was a soft tapping of claws upon his chamber door. It opened, and his sister entered. In the gloom of the chamber, Alicia's eyes shone like small stars. Upon her head was a laurel of leaves, and Imar was filled with dread.
But Alicia's face was gentle, and she knelt beside her brother's bed, "Oh brother! What saddens you so? You have not lost your sister!"
Imar shook his head, not knowing what to say. He simply embraced his sister, and traced his fingers over the laurel of leaves that grew from between the feathers of Alicia's head.
"There is no loss here." Alicia assured her brother. "I have simply gained a new calling. Genevieve was troubled by her station because she did not want the power. But I have come to new wisdom, and the power does not rule my being."
Imar hugged his sister, grateful that she was well. But then a cloud passed over his face.
"Nay, there is a loss." He said, "Very soon, by your reckoning, I shall pass away." Alicia bowed her head, "That... is a sadness that I dread."
Imar smiled, "Perhaps as Genevieve sought retirement, there may be another servant of the creator who grows weary from his labors."
Alicia smiled, and tapped her finger on her brother's beak. "Best polish your resume my brother."
Imar groaned. Truly, his sister was still with him. "I love you my sister. You are the only family that I have."
And his sister smiled, "Very soon," she said, "You will know family everywhere."
In the cheery afternoon light of Eleanor's gallery, her visitors Ursula and Ulysses Steelspere beheld an amazing sight. One that challenged every belief that they held. Or thought they held. Before their eyes, their daughter's fiance was undergoing an astonishing transformation. And when the slender fox had transformed into the towering muscular eagle, Timothy Buttons stepped back, and awaited his future mother and father in law's reaction.
Ursula sat with her mouth agape, and Ulysses' expression was unreadable. The couple sat for a long moment, and then they slowly cast their gaze from Timothy, to their daughter Victoria, and then back to the tall red harpy eagle.
Finally, Ulysses spoke. "Forgive me," he said, "I need time to collect my thoughts. But I want you to know that I am not repulsed, or frightened by what I have seen." Ursula gripped her husband's arm tightly, "Indeed," the mother harpy said, "I have seen a wondrous feat from you master Timothy. Please tell us, how is this possible?"
Timothy began to relate the story of their voyage to seek the sorceress Genevieve. And of Alicia the black eagle being gifted with the sorceress' powers. Of Shelton's accidental transformation, and of Timothy's request for the gift.
"So that I may father children with my love. My lady Victoria." Timothy said. The red eagle cast his gaze to his wife to be, and then back to the Steelsperes. "I wanted you to know about this miracle, as soon as possible. In case you had reservations..." Timothy said.
He awaited further thoughts from the parents, but instead of words, Ursula rose and took Timothy into her arms. Ulysses too put his arms around Timothy, and his lady Ursula. Victoria rushed to them, and joined her Timothy in the embrace. Timothy gasped with great emotion, and across the gallery, Catherine Brownfoot was moved to tears. Shelly, still in her eagle form, hugged her Virgil tightly. Shelton as his old equine self nestled his head against his husband Hector's chest.
Ursula stepped back, and took Timothy's face his her hands. She smoothed the feathers of his cheeks, and looked deeply into his large green eyes. "I'm so happy..." Ursula said, her voice cracking. And then she hugged her daughter and her future son in law once more. Timothy bowed, "Thank you..." he said. Victoria took her future husband's hand, and smiled happily to him. Timothy never imagined such a moment. But here he was. And he was very very happy.
Paul looked to Ulysses, and asked in a chipper note, "Would you like some brandy?" And the grey harpy eagle father said "Yes!"
Paul rose to fetch his supply of spirits, and Eleanor turned to Shelly and Virgil. "I spoke with the lady Alicia. She suggested something to me, and I agree with her. I want you to know, that I plan on naming my new daughter Genevieve."
Shelly was surprised by this, but reflecting upon what the former green mother had done for her, Shelly was very pleased. "Thank you." the blonde eagle said.
Eleanor nodded, and suddenly Shelly jerked her head up with a start. "What is wrong?" Virgil asked. And Shelly smiled, "Shean says that he is hungry."
"Ah," Eleanor said, let me help you with this. The two women rose, and Eleanor suddenly leapt up into the walkway above. Shelly spread her wings, but was unsure of what to do. Virgil took her hand, and led her up the stairs. "You have to remember that Eleanor was a gymnast in her youth." Virgil said with a smile. "Avian gymnasts are the strongest of the strong."
Reaching Shelly's room, Eleanor sat with Shean in her lap. The golden eagle mother had an odd expression on her face, but Shelly realized that she was likely in communication with Shean. The baby's soul retained much of Justin's memory, and Shean was in the bizarre position of being an infant in possession an adult's intellect. Eleanor looked to Shelly, and said "He says he would not mind me doing the feeding this time."
Eleanor leaned back, and opened her maw wide. Shean closed his eyes, and parted his own beak. Eleanor leaned over the baby, and forced herself to regurgitate. Shelly could see partially digested food pass into Shean's mouth.
The child leaned back, smacking his beak together. Shelly had a look of mild disgust on her face, and Shean entered her mind, "Remember mom, I was an eagle in my past life. I have been through this before." Shelly laughed, "I may have to practice a bit before I can pull that off as smoothy as Mom." Shelly said aloud. Eleanor laughed, and Shean cast a thoughtful look to his new eagle mother. "You look beautiful as an eagle Shelly. I never would have imagined that my eyes would once again be worn by an eagle." A croak came from Shelly's throat, and she clasped her hand to her breast. Shean's eyes widened, "I did not mean to make you sad momma!"
"It's okay..." Shelly said. Eleanor looked to Shelly, and then down to Shean. The baby looked up to the golden eagle mother, and softly peeped. "Oh, you won't be scoring points that easily mister!" Eleanor cawed happily.
On board the Sealift Arctic, the ship was preparing a work up for their next cruise. Winter was the busy season for the crew. The Sealift Arctic was, as it's name implied, an Arctic supply ship.
First Mate Janus Daniels made his was down the ship's main passageway, looking for one of his eagle stewards. Sighting one of the golden eagles, Janus called to him, "Jonathan, could I get a hand?"
But the eagle blinked to him, "I am Ashley. Did you need Jonathan?" Janus shook his head, "Just need someone to help in the galley, are you currently tasked?" Ashley smiled, "I can help out!"
The two made their way to the galley, and Janus set Ashley to work cutting potatoes to fry. The crew loved fresh fried potatoes, and Janus tried to make then whenever possible.
Ashley began to toss the potatoes into the frier basket, and set them into the grease. But the eagle dropped potatoes which were soaking wet, and a violent reaction occurred when the basket hit the grease. Flames shot high into the air, and Ashley screamed loudly. He looked around quickly for a fire extinguisher, but saw the bucket of water which the potatoes had been soaking. Ashley was not a knowledgeable cook, and so made the fatal error of grasping the water, and throwing it on the grease fire.
Thick oily flames splashed the young eagle, and Eleanor's middle son burst into raging flames. The eagle screamed in agony, and writhed upon the galley floor. Janus finally reached him, and threw a blanket over the dying eagle.
Ashley's feathers were melted to his flesh, and most of his beak was destroyed. "Momma..." the young eagle gasped, "momma..."
Ashley began to convulse, and Janus screamed for help. Suddenly the room was lit by a blazing light, and from nowhere the tall black eagle Alicia appeared. She shoved the head steward aside, and put her hands on Ashley's ruined chest. Electricity leapt from Alicia's hands, and Ashley's eyes went wide as a great power flooded into him. Bright bolts of electricity licked the stricken eagle, and his body became restored where the lightning touched him.
Soon Ashley was completely healed, at least physically, and Alicia took the young eagle into her arms. Ashley was heavily sobbing in the way that eagles cry. "Momma!" he gasped again.
Captain McGinn stormed into the galley, followed by many more crewmen in firefighting gear. "Who the devil are you?" McGinn cried, seeing Alicia in the galley. Janus waved to the Captain, "She's a friend."
Ashley looked into Alicia's shining eyes, "Please... take me home." he said. And as Jonathan made his way into the galley, Alicia beckoned to him. The black eagle then looked to Janus, and the mink nodded to her.
"Take them home, I'll explain to the Captain." he said. Alicia smiled to Janus, and in a flash the black eagle disappeared with the two young golden eagles.
McGinn gasped aloud, and many of the other crewmen murmured to themselves, remembering Alicia's past miracles. "The boy was horribly burned," Janus told the Captain, "The eagle saved him."
McGinn shook his head, not comprehending, but the other crew members began to relate the events of the previous weeks to him.
Victoria's parents sat in Eleanor's gallery, riveted to their daughter's tale of the battle with the tuskin beasts. Benjamin joined her, telling the proud harpy eagle parents how bravely their daughter had fought, and how fearsome she had been. Ursula smiled to her Victoria, and Eleanor shook her head, trying to imagine her own sons in such a pitched battle. "Well, perhaps my brave young Marine..." Eleanor thought to herself.
Just then there was a bright flash of blue light from outside. And the startled company looked out of the main window to the black eagle Alicia, carrying Ashley in her arms. Jonathan was with her, and the three made their way inside. Eleanor rushed to her sons, and Ashley frantically called to her, "Momma!!"
Eleanor cried out as she threw her arms around her sons. "What has happened?" Eleanor asked. Paul rushed from the kitchen area, a great concern on his face. Alicia stood, and to Eleanor and Paul she projected an image of Ashley being mortally wounded in the fire. But the black eagle spared Eleanor the horrible details of Ashley's injuries.
Eleanor cried out in horror at the thought of another of her sons nearly dying. She hugged Ashley tightly, as the boy was racked with weeping gasps. Paul sank to his knees, and put his arms around Ashley, "I'm so sorry..." Paul said as he shut his eyes tightly. He had nearly caused the death of another of Eleanor's sons. "So sorry..." Paul whispered again. But in that moment Ashley put his arm around his stepfather's neck, and hugged him tightly. "I'm okay." Ashley said, trying to compose himself. "Please don't be upset." the young eagle said again.
Eleanor cupped Ashley's face in her hands, and carefully examined him. The image of Alicia's vision replayed in her mind. Of Ashley on fire. Of him screaming in agony, and calling for his mother. Eleanor held her Ashley close, and looked to Alicia, "Thank you..." she said. Alicia bowed, "I missed your company, and I was looking in on my friends, to see how you are faring. And I saw the accident. I came as quickly as I could."
Jonathan put his arms around Alicia. "Thank you. Thank you." he said softly. Alicia embraced the young golden eagle, and Jonathan felt the odd warmth of Alicia's body radiate through him. Jonathan suddenly felt deep romantic stirrings for the goddess, and Alicia was very flattered by his desire. She knelt down, and put her beak beside his, an avian way of kissing one another. Jonathan's heart soared.
The family settled down, and Eleanor, in the throes of great motherly nurture, picked Ashley up. With impressive strength, she carried him up to his room. Shelton smiled, and winked to the embarrassed young eagle as he was carried away.
Alicia felt that she should depart, but as she stood next to Jonathan, she was unable to move. She looked down to the young golden eagle, and he looked to her. Alicia had never felt romantic urges for anyone. But there was something about her new state that made these feelings come to her. Taking seed within her being, and blooming forth with desire.
Suddenly the room was lit with a pale blue light, and Alicia looked to the vision of a small falcon who bore a silver crown upon his head. Alicia looked to the other members of the company, and they seemed oblivious to the falcon's presence. "I wish to speak to you." the first lord of time said to the green mother.
"I must take my leave Jonathan, I shall see you again soon." Alicia said warmly to Jonathan, and Jonathan's heart soared as he felt Alicia's desire to be with him. "Farewell my friends, I shall see you again soon." the black eagle said. And with a flash, she disappeared. Shelton and Hector were struck by how warm Alicia had seemed. Quite out of character for the usually stoic, and logical temple priestess.
Invisible to the family around them, Alicia stood with Heron, the lord of time. Alicia sensed that the lord of time was displeased with Alicia's interference in healing Ashley, and of her creating shapeshifters.
But Alicia arose in great might before the time lord, and in a loud and commanding voice she said to him "I have not made these decisions lightly, and it is my will that they be done. There shall be no discussion in this matter."
The time lord was shocked by the black eagle's display, and he meekly bowed to the goddess, "It is not my intension to displease the mother of nature." Heron said. Alicia looked intently upon him, and then she smiled. "I apologize for disrupting the flow of time with my actions regarding the young Ashley Brightwing. But as the time lord, you have the power to make repairs to the continuum."
Heron bowed, "Indeed," he said. "I merely sought explanation for your actions. But I see that the mother of nature has personal reasons for her interference in the natural order..." Heron's voice trailed off as he saw the fearsome menace that radiated from Alicia. The golden light shining from Alicia's eyes had turned to a deep red, and she flexed her talons with great anger. "Forgive me," Heron said, "I meant no disrespect."
Alicia stilled her anger. "You must also forgive me, there are so many new emotions within me, emotions that I have never before felt. I feel as if I have become a stranger within my own body." And Heron nodded, "You speak some measure of truth." he said gently.
Heron then drew near to her, "I have watched your brother Imar. I think very highly of him. He has great wisdom, and I could think of no more worthy a successor for my office. Tell him that if he wishes to confer with me, that I should like to meet with him." Alicia was surprised, and she bowed to the time lord. "Thank you..." she said softly.
Heron departed, and Alicia stood for a long moment in Eleanor's gallery. Invisible to all of the family, save one. At the far and of the gallery, Shean Proudfoot sat upon a sofa. Looking to the black eagle. Apparently witnessing the entire conversation. Alicia realized that Shean was more than a mere soul with a window to the spirit world. The black eagle crossed the gallery and bowed to him, "Your family will benefit from your skill Master Proudfoot. Indeed, I sense your brother Ashley will have great need of your mastery of dreams." Alicia said to Shean. "Perhaps there is a gift I could impart to you. For I see an adult's intellect trapped within an infant's body." Alicia reached out, and touched Shean's small head.
And Shelly, seated near her son, suddenly saw a bright blue flash come from Shean. The infant let out a loud squeak, and suddenly, his body began to grow. The household looked over to Shean with wide eyed surprise as the infant seemed to age before their eyes. Years of growth passing in the space of only a moment, until at last Shean was the age of Justin when he had passed. That being nineteen years. Shelly looked to her son, her hands over her beak.
And Alicia, still invisible to all except Shean said to him, "Your years are not lost to you. To the natural flow of time you are still only four days old. You may now move your physical body through your years, as you do in your dreams." Alicia said. Shean looked over to his mother, and he struggled to speak. Eleanor came down the steps and beheld the newly adult Hippogriff. Ulysses Steelspere stood up, confusion upon his face. Ursula looked to her daughter, and Victoria smiled to her, "We are... a strange family." Victoria said with a smile. Ursula laughed, and Ulysses shook his head. "Indeed." he said.
Deep within the avian temple, Imar the black eagle sat within his study. Pouring over old tomes, carefully studying the mysticism surrounding the incarnations of nature. The living animals, tasked with maintaining the harmony of the creator's world. Imar had just finished reading a scroll regarding the incarnation of nature, and now began reading an account of the three time lords. The lord of the past, of the present, and the lord of the future. These three animals were forever separated by their office, yet were intimately connected through their work. Seamlessly bringing the flow of time from one moment to the next.
Greatest of these lords was the lord of the present. The first lord of time. The second time lord was of the future, and the third being the keeper of the past. Imar was amazed that he had not the wisdom to see Genevieve for what she truly was. But the lioness had carefully masked her power. And the temple mystics had falsely believed that the incarnation of nature had not yet arisen from the long slumber following the cataclysm, when the fiery mountain had devastated the surface of Land.
Imar was startled by a bright flash of light coming from the passageway outside his chamber. Talons then clicked upon the stone floor, and his sister Alicia came to him. Her expression was bright, and jovial. Imar had never before seen his sister so jolly. And he stared in wonder at her broad smile. "I bring tidings my brother!" Alicia sang in a bright voice, "My brother, the next lord of time!"
Imar was startled, and Alicia sat down near him. "Indeed! Heron, the first lord of time has conferred with me. He speaks highly of you, and seeks an audience with you." Imar's eyes went wide, and he smiled to his sister.
But then Alicia's face grew stern. "But beware, if you accept this position, the only respite is death. You will be bound by your station." Alicia then softened, "But together, we may live happily together as we carry out our duties."
Alicia then smiled to herself, her expression seemed far away. And Imar recognized the gaze. He had seen it before on the faces of those who had fallen in love. Imar was momentarily alarmed that his sister might have romantic feelings toward him. But then he saw beyond, and realized that it was another that Alicia thought of. "What is his name?" Imar asked.
"Jonathan, the young son of the lady Eleanor." Alicia said. "I do not know what stirs me so. But I sensed such feelings of love and desire in the heart of the lady Genevieve." Alicia said thoughtfully.
Imar smiled, and Alicia looked sheepish. "I do not know what to do." she said. "Do what feels right." Imar said. "For that is ultimately the correct course to take." Alicia nodded, and took her brother's hand. "Farewell," she said, "For the next time I look upon you, you will no longer be Imar Majoris, high priest of the avian temple." Imar's beak parted thoughtfully, and Alicia gripped his hand tightly. "I love you my brother." Alicia said warmly.
And with that, she disappeared in a flash. Imar's eyes were momentarily dazzled, but as he recovered his vision, there was another in the room with him. A falcon, from whom shone a pale white light. The falcon carried a staff of silver, and upon his head sparkled a kingly crown. Imar bowed to the time lord, "Greetings, please... welcome to my home." Imar said.
Evening time was coming, and the Silverstone home was settling down to bed. Shean Proudfoot had one of Shelton's jackets tied around his waist. Preserving his modesty, until suitable clothing could be purchased for him.
Virgil hugged him tightly, and lamented that he would miss holding his infant son. Shean reflected upon this, and in his mind's eye, he envisioned himself as an infant once more. And there, before his startled parent's eyes, Shean reverted back to his infant state. "Okay, that's interesting." Virgil said. Shean let out an amused squeak, and Shelly put her hand on her son's head. "You're in it now mister, going back to being a baby won't get you out of the household chores!"
Hector and Shelton settled down in their chamber, and as his equine self, Shelton brushed his lips over Hector's bare belly. His eagle cooed, and patted Shelton's face as the pony pleasured his husband.
Across the home, Jonathan visited his brother Ashley. Ashley smiled weakly to his brother, and Jonathan hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry Jon." Ashley said. "For what?" Jonathan asked, smoothing his brother's feathers.
"I was so stupid, doing what I did in that galley. Pouring water on a grease fire." But Jonathan gripped his brother by his shoulders, and gently shook him. "So just remember not to do that again when we get back to the ship!"
But Ashley looked away. "I'm never going back to the ship. I want to stay with Mom, I never want to hurt her again." Jonathan took Ashley's beak in his hand, and forced his brother to look at him. "The accident has only just happened. Give it some time, and then see if you want to go back. You can't stay with Mom forever you know." Jonathan said as gently as he could.
Ashley hugged his brother tightly, "I love you Jon." Ashley said. "When I was laying on that floor... dying... all I could think about was you and mom." Jonathan's throat choked up, and he hugged his brother again. "I love you too Ash. You silly bird."
Jonathan bid his brother goodnight, and then made his way back to his temporary room. Jonathan's chamber had been given to Mister and Misses Steelspere while they are visiting, since at the time the boys had been away on the ship.
Jonathan now chose to sleep in a large storage room across from the kitchen. As Jonathan made his way into the kitchen, he found the black eagle Alicia there. "Hello Jonathan." Alicia said, nervously smoothing her feathers. "I wanted to see you again, I hope..." But Alicia was interrupted by the young golden eagle hugging her tightly. Alicia put her arms around him, and held him for a very long moment.
Back within Imar's chamber, the black eagle enjoyed a stimulating conversation with lord Heron. The time lord was impressed with Imar's wisdom, and eloquence. "I can think of no greater successor." Heron said to Imar. Then the time lord bowed his head. "Imar, please know that once you hold an office of an incarnation of nature, you can never again be reborn into the world. After death, you shall travel to the creator, and there you will dwell with him. Such is my fate."
Imar looked very thoughtful. And Heron looked deeply into Imar's eyes, "You shall never know another birth, if you take unto yourself this office." Imar looked across his chamber to the small hourglass that his sister had gifted to him, all those years ago. It was a treasured possession to Imar, and it was a fitting portense to his future path. Imar was born for this position, and the black eagle was ready. "I accept." Imar said.
The falcon rose, and held out his silver staff. The staff became an hourglass, and the time lord spoke an ancient hymn, "From the tome the word is spoken, that a crown of a servant of the creator can only be removed when a worthy successor comes forth."
Heron grasped his crown, and took it from his brow. The falcon closed his eyes, and a great relief crossed his face. He drew near to Imar, and looked up to the towering eagle. "You best kneel down son, you are quite tall."
Imar smiled, happy for the weight of this moment being lightened by the humor.
Imar knelt, and Heron placed his crown upon Imar's head. The metal painlessly merged with Imar's flesh, becoming one with the black eagle. Heron then presented his hourglass to Imar, and the black eagle took it into his arms.
The falcon then slowly lowered himself to the cool stone floor. "Thank you." Heron said softly. And Imar's vision was momentarily blinded by an intense light as the power of the creator flooded into him. Filling his being with the strength to endure his new office.
When at last Imar's vision returned to him, he saw Heron's spirit alight from his body, and travel across the veil to the waiting arms of his creator. "Farewell..." Imar said softly.
Sometime after midnight, in the stillness of the Silverstone home, the young Elizabeth Brownfoot heard a voice cry out in fear. The badger gently rose from her parent's bed, and went across the hall to Ashley's chamber. She heard the eagle stirring, in the grips of a fearful nightmare.
"Momma..." Ashley cried in his sleep. Elizabeth padded to Ashley's bed, and climbed onto the large cushion with him. "Shhhh," Elizabeth said, doing her best to mimmic Eleanor's voice, "It's okay sweetheart, Mommy's here."
Ashley settled down, and murmured softly as he drifted back into a restful slumber. Elizabeth snuggled against Ashley's soft feathers and she too drifted back to sleep. Downstairs, in the storage room, Alicia held Jonathan in her arms.
The golden eagle pressed himself tightly against Alicia's magnificent form. And the black eagle slowly ran her fingers up and down Jonathan's thigh. Jonathan burned hotly with desire. He had never before been with anyone. And to be here with Alicia was overwhelming to him. He wished to become erect, but his manhood was paralyzed with nervousness.
Alicia sensed his desire, and she gently cupped her large hand between his legs. Jonathan's eyes went wide as his serpentine penis began to extend from his body, into Alicia's waiting hand. The black eagle gently guided his tip between her legs, and Jonathan felt himself penetrate Alicia's folds. Alicia also relished this moment. She too had never been touched by another, and the two eagles lost their virginity to one another as Jonathan's penis slowly penetrated deeply into the lady Alicia.
Alicia let out a long breath as Jonathan hilted himself. Moving on instinct, the young man began to make slow circles with his hips. Thrusting into Alicia as his breath came in deep gasps. Alicia rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide. Jonathan relished the awesome physique of the back eagle as he mated her. Alicia felt the thrumming waves of orgasm coming over her, and she threw her head back and urged Jonathan to thrust harder. The golden eagle complied, as he felt his own release building between his legs.
Alicia put her long arms around his neck, and drew his face to hers. She breathed into his mouth as he mated her, and Jonathan savored the sweetness of her breath. "Yes..." Alicia gasped, "Yes."
Jonathan felt Alicia clamp hard around his member as she climaxed, and instantly, he came inside the black eagle. Jonathan threw his head back, and cried out as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him. From upstairs, Ulysses Steelspere heard the young eagle's cries of passion. And beside him, his wife Ursula gave a soft chuckle. "It gets frisky around here." Ulysses said to his wife. "Indeed." Ursula said with a smile. And with that, the father harpy eagle put his hips to his wife's shapely bottom, and mated her with a newfound youthful lust.
The next morning, Eleanor made her way across the ornate walkway to her son's room. Looking in on Ashley, she saw him sleeping peacefully with the young Elizabeth. The mother eagle smiled, and then vaulted over the railing to the gallery below. She made her way to the kitchen to prepare her day, and there she found Alicia and Jonathan seated at the table. Jonathan waved to his mother, and Alicia smiled warmly. Eleanor raised a brow ridge, and gave her son a knowing smile.
"Did you have a restful night?" Eleanor asked her son, and Jonathan smiled sheepishly. "We did indeed." Alicia said. And Jonathan did his best to hide himself under the table. But Eleanor put her arms around both of the eagles. "I am glad." Eleanor said, and looking deeply into Alicia's eyes, she said softly "Thank you for saving my son."
Alicia put her large face against Eleanor's breast, "His loss would have been felt by us all. I could not withstand such a sadness."
Eleanor hugged Alicia's large head. Inhaling deeply the sweet scent of the laurel of leaves that crowed the goddess' head. "Ah," Alicia said suddenly, "My brother draws near."
Just then the doorbell chimed, and Eleanor went to answer. Jonathan and Alicia rose, and followed. Eleanor opened the large door, and there stood Imar, the black eagle. His shining silver crown dazzled Eleanor's eyes, and his long silver staff sparkled with a strange inner radiance.
Alicia smiled to her brother, and Imar bowed to her. Imar slowly made his way into the home, and from above Ulysses was just emerging from his chamber. Looking down, he caught sight of Imar's majesty. His eyes went wide, and he retreated back into the chamber. "This is truly an interesting household." Ulysses said to his wife. And Ursula smiled, "Isn't it wonderful?"
The next day, all assembled in the garden, and Ursula stood with her husband Ulysses. The mother of nature stood with them, and Alicia smiled warmly to their daughter Victoria. Victoria's eyes shimmered with great emotion, and she held her parent's hands tightly as she waited for Timothy.
From the house, Benjamin and Catherine Brownfoot emerged with their adopted son. For the ceremony, Timothy chose to wear is natural reynard form. Alicia stood before the party, and smiled to the fox as his parents led him to the altar. "We present our son Timothy Buttons, to enter into matrimony with his beloved." the proud badgers said.
The eagles Ursula and Ulysses took their daughter's hand, and led her to Timothy's side. Hugging her, they said with great emotion "We present our daughter Victoria Steelspere to enter into matrimony with her beloved."
Alicia took the young couple's hands, and placed them together. A brilliant golden light came from the goddess, and in a loud voice that sounded like a thousand trumpets Alicia cried "Rejoice! For thou art now married!"
Timothy was moved to tears, and he threw his arms around his eagle. Victoria closed her wings around her new husband. She sighed happily, and rested her chin on her fox's head. "I love you, Misses Victoria Buttons." Timothy said through tears of joy.
Alicia made her way through the happy crowd. She smiled at Sherry and Hector as they hugged and congratulated Mister and Misses Buttons. Priscilla and Joshua Morningside warmly embraced their daughter in law Shelly in her new eagle form, and they marveled at their grandson Shean, magically transformed into a young adult.
The black eagle Imar found the lady Eleanor looking to her grandson Shean. Reflecting that he had once been her Justin. "I once told you," Imar said to Eleanor, and the mother eagle suddenly looked to the time lord, "I once told you not to hope to find your son." Imar said, "But as you look across your garden, behold, you have found your son."
Eleanor smiled, and Imar put his arms around the golden lady.
"Do not withhold your love lady Eleanor, go to your grandson. Rejoice that the creator, through his mercy, has restored your Justin to you."
Eleanor hugged Imar tightly. Alicia drew near, hand in hand with Jonathan. Ashley smiled to them, and then looked to the towering Imar. He wished that he could take the black lord's hand in his. Ashley was surprised at his feelings, he never really felt that he was homosexual, until this moment.
Imar turned to Ashley, and he did reach out and take the young man's hand. Ashley was very surprised, and shyly lowered his eyes. But Imar cupped the young eagle's beak in his hand, and brought Ashley's eyes up to meet his.
"Have faith Ashley, you will find your perfect mate." Imar said, and hugged the young eagle. Ashley felt the strange coolness of Imar's body. He remembered the radiant warmth of Alicia's body when she had carried him. But Imar seemed very cool, almost like stone. Or metal. "Thank you." Ashley softly peeped.
That night, Shean walked the Silverstone home. He looked to the large wall of photos, and saw the photographs of Justin. Reaching out, Shean touched the photo of Justin proudly wearing his freshly presented Marine sash.
Tracing his fingers over the photographs, his claws came to rest on a photograph of Eleanor holding Justin when he was a small baby. Shean opened his mouth, and struggled to speak. And in that moment, he found his voice, "Mother."
Looking to the walkway above, Shean made his way upstairs. Passing Ashley's room, Shean looked in. Ashley sat on the edge of his bed, his hands between his knees. The young eagle looked up, and he smiled to Shean.
The hippogriff made his way into the room, and sat down beside Ashley. "Hello Ash." Shean said in Justin's voice. Ashley's eyes widened upon hearing the voice, and Shean put his arms around his brother. "Tonight, you will sleep soundly. There will be no nightmares of the fire this night." Shean said, holding his brother close.
Ashley slipped his arms around Shean, and sighed. Shean touched his beak to Ashley's and then rose to take his leave. But Ashley called after him. "Justy..." Ashley said softly, "When I was burned, I felt what it was like to be dying. It was so scary."
Shean smiled, and cupped Ashley's face in his hands. "I know." Shean said, "But should the dreams of the fire come upon you, then I will be there to comfort you." Shean hugged his brother once more, and then bid Ashley goodnight.
In Eleanor's chamber, Paul lay on the large bed, reading a romance novel. The happy couple had found that reenacting scenes from their favorite books was stimulating role play. And Eleanor relished the fun sex that they had.
Just then there was a soft tapping of claws on their archway, and Shean peeked inside. "Ah, Shean..." Paul said, beckoning the hippogriff to him. Eleanor emerged from the bathroom, and smiled when she saw Shean. "Hi Mom." Shean said in a voice that Eleanor recognized as her Justin's.
The mother eagle dropped the book that she was holding, as Imar's words echoed in her mind. "Rejoice, the creator has restored your Justin to you."
Eleanor took a step toward Shean, and from the edges of Shean's sky blue eyes, tears began to well up. Something that would be impossible for an ordinary eagle's eyes. "Mom..." Shean said again, and he held out his arms to his former mother. Eleanor rushed to him, and threw her arms around her grandson. "Oh baby..." Eleanor said softly.
Shean softly wept as Eleanor held him close. His equine ears swiveled atop his eagle head, and Paul watched the two with gentle concern. He could not fathom what it would be like to lose a child, and then be reunited with them in such a way. But he was happy that through this miracle, Justin could return to his mother in the form of Shean Proudfoot.
Just then, there was a soft peep. Eleanor's feathers stood on end, and Paul quickly looked to the corner of their room where Genevieve's egg sat. A peep was heard once more, and Paul thought he saw the egg move.
Shean wiped the tears from his eyes, and dashed to the walkway outside. "Mother's egg is hatching! Come and see!"
Quickly, the members of the household poured into the room. Elizabeth struggled to look past the large eagles, but Virgil took the young badger in his arms, and set her down right next to Genevieve's egg. The peep from within the egg became stronger, and a crack appeared down the length of the egg. Elizabeth's eyes widened, and Eleanor was overwhelmed. The mother eagle softly gasped as her new daughter emerged from her egg.
Paul held his wife close, and together they smiled down upon their new daughter.
That night, Shean made his way into Eleanor's gallery, and settled down upon the large sofa. He slowly drifted off to sleep, and as always, Shean appeared amongst the darken groves of the creator's forest.
Shean rose, and made his way to the great reflective pool. He sensed his brother Ashley was in the throes of a terrible nightmare, and Shean went into the troubled eagle's dream.
In Ashley's nightmare, he stood before the ship's oil friers. The grease was scalding hot, and it roiled high into the air. Ashley loaded the frier basket with the wet potatoes, and prepared to relive his terrible injury of that day.
But Shean reached out, and turned the boiling oil into cool water. And as Ashley dumped the basket into the frier, nothing happened. Ashley braced his arms upon the frier, and frantically looked around. "Come on!" he cried.
Shean took Ashley into his arms, but the young eagle struggled in the hippogriff's embrace. "No!!" Ashley cried, "I'm supposed to burn!" Ashley struggled to break free of Shean's grip, but the hippogriff held him with an immense strength that came not from his muscles.
"Ashley..." Shean said softly, "There is no fire. You are healed. You are safe." Ashley moaned, and slowly, Shean eased his brother's dream self onto the galley floor. Shean smoothed the golden eagle's feathers, and smiled gently to him.
"Ashley, I know you suffered a terrible trauma. And I know you are haunted by the darkness that you saw." Ashley looked wide eyed at the hippogriff, "The darkness!" he cried, "I never want to feel that darkness again!"
But Shean gently hugged his brother, "No Ashley, the darkness is nothing to fear. Can I show you? May I take you to the place that you glimpsed?" Ashley looked very fearful, but he nodded to Shean.
And the image of the galley slowly darkened, and the ceiling supports of the Sealift Arctic's galley grew tall, and became beautiful tree trunks. The two boys were now in the midst of a darken forest. A pale white moon shone overhead, and brilliant shining stars glinted beyond. Shean gestured to the deep dark sky above them, "This is the place that you glimpsed Ashley. This is the place that your spirit was preparing to cross over to."
Ashley looked up into the dazzling firmament, "Where are we?" he asked softly.
"I'm not sure," Shean said. "But I think this is the mind of the creator. We are inside of the creator Ashley."
The two sat for a long long time. Gazing out beyond the forest to the darken sea beyond. The moon lit a great shimmering shaft of silver upon the waters. "Do you see the ship?" Shean asked, and Ashley softly gasped, "Yes."
"That is the servant of the waters. When we finally do pass from life, we shall meet the mariner, and he will carry us across the waters to the veil." Ashley shook his head, not understanding, but very much at peace now.
"I'm not afraid anymore." Ashley said, and hugged Shean tightly. Shean closed his eyes, and returned Ashley to his own dream of the Sealift Arctic. But the vision of the ship's galley became Eleanor's garden. Shean leaned back in the cool grass, and smiled. "Now that's better." the hippogriff said. Ashley looked back, and smiled to Shean.
Then, Ashley conjured an image of Imar the black eagle. Ashley went to his dream man, and put his arms around the towering eagle. Shean sat and watched the two, but then the hippogriff covered his eyes in embarrassment, "Oh, well... let me leave you two alone."
by Chris Sawyer
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Dear Jane,
Thanks a lot for your letter. I really enjoyed reading it. It sounds as if we're on pretty much the same wavelength and I'm glad we're going to be writing to each other, so I guess it's up to me now to start things going. You mentioned you like going to bed with good-looking women. Me too, so I think I'm going to start off by telling you about the first time it ever happened to me.
It was just after I finished university. I was 22. I'd spent the summer travelling round Europe, sometimes on my own, sometimes with a friend, once, for a while, with a really sweet guy from Portugal, and it had been great. It was getting towards the end of August, almost time to go back to Britain and start being sensible, and on the way I decided to go to Berlin for a few days. I'd never been there before and lots of people had told me how good it was there, what a lot of life there was and all kinds of other good stuff, and there was a girl I'd been at school with who was living there and teaching English. She'd written a few times and it always sounded as if she was having a whale of a time.
So off I went. Katie was really happy to see me and we had a marvellous time together. She knew all sorts of interesting people and places and the first few days were just like one big long party. There were bars, restaurants, clubs, concerts, parties, all kinds of stuff. I'd been on a pretty quiet Greek island for most of the previous month and so I thought it was just wonderful. Going out till late, crashing out at her place, getting up around lunchtime, having a lovely long bath with all the smellies she had lying around in there, then a lazy lunch and then getting out and about again. It was just so exciting!
One day, after about a week, I got up when Katie was already out at school. I was just having some coffee and toast when the bell rang. I answered it and there was a woman there I hadn't seen before. She started out in German, which I didn't really speak much at all, just a few words, so I just sort of smiled and told her I was English and that I didn't understand. "Oh, sorry," she said.
"Is Katie in?"
"No, she's gone to work." She looked a bit confused by that, so I asked her if she wanted to come in for a minute and have a coffee.
"That would be nice," she said, and in she came. Well, to cut a long story short and spare you all the dialogue, she was a friend of Katie's called Monika, and she wanted to know if Katie felt like going out with her that evening to a dance performance. Well, I knew that Katie had something on that evening anyway, but I was at a bit of a loose end, and I think she must have seen it in my face, because she asked me if I felt like going with her.
"Why not?" I thought. She seemed really pleasant and friendly, and I thought it would be interesting to go out with her and watch the dancing rather than just sitting at home and waiting for Katie. So she told me how to get to the theatre and we agreed to meet outside at about seven.
When Katie got home I told her all about it. I thought she'd be really pleased, but she didn't seem that way at all. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said, in that kind of way that makes it as clear as day that there is something the matter.
"No, come on, tell me, Katie. I'm not stupid. Tell me. Please."
"Well," Katie said, "if you're going to go out with Monika there's something that you probably ought to know..."
"Yeah, what then?"
"Well, she's, she's..."
"Come on, TELL ME!"
"Well, she might be interested in a bit more than just going to the theatre, if you see what I mean."
"What? You mean she's a lesbian?"
"Well, not exactly, but I think she likes women as well as guys. No, I know she likes women as well as guys."
"How?" "She tried it on with me once, when we were drunk at a party."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened. I made sure of that."
"Wow. When was this?"
"Oh, ages ago, when we first met. I really like her, she's a nice woman and a good friend and everything, but I just don't have any interest in that sort of thing. If I'm going to have anybody in my bed, it's going to be a guy, not a woman, however attractive she might be. Right?"
"Yeah, sure. So are you saying that I shouldn't go out with Monika tonight?"
"No, stupid. You're a big girl. You can look after yourself, can't you? I just wanted you to know."
So now I knew. And what surprised me, to be perfectly honest, was that I wasn't bothered at all. In fact, truth be told, once I thought about it I found it hard to stop my imagination from working. Getting it on with another woman wasn't something I'd ever actually done, but on the other hand it wasn't something I'd really not done either, if you see what I mean. I wasn't a prude. I'd always said to myself that I should try things before knocking them, and now it looked as if I might get the chance to see if I was just bullshitting myself or whether I really meant it. And, if Monika tried something on with me, why not? She was a nice woman, I'd enjoyed talking to her in the morning, and she was certainly good-looking enough, slim, pretty face, nice auburn hair, smiley grey eyes, that sort of thing, and so the idea of getting something going with her was actually pretty exciting in a weird kind of way. I certainly wasn't going to start anything, but if she did, well, I decided I wouldn't say no straight away. We'd just have to wait and see, wouldn't we?
You might not believe me, but by the time we met outside the theatre in the evening I'd half forgotten about all this business. As soon as I saw Monika, though, it all came back to me. She was standing alone on the steps, looking around, for me, I suppose. It was one of those really warm summer evenings and she was wearing very simple clothes that suited her well, just a dress with a denim jacket over it. She had nice legs, I noticed, slim and lightly tanned. As soon as she saw me she broke out into a big smile and waved.
"Hello," she said, "you're looking great. Let me look." And she held me at arm's length and looked me up and down. I had on a sleeveless baggy cotton dress that I'd bought in Greece, one of those ones with buttons all the way up the front. It was comfy and easy to keep clean, and when you're living out of a rucksack that's ideal. Anyway, Monika seemed to like it. She nodded and smiled again and then put her hand on my arm to hand to take me through the door. There was quite a crowd of people in the foyer, and she took me by the hand to lead me through them and into the auditorium.
It felt nice. Her hand was nice and dry and smooth in mine and it felt good. When we got to the end of the row where our seats were she let it go, though. We sat down somewhere in the middle and she took off her jacket. Her dress was one of those really light cotton ones with shoulder straps and the sort of neckline they used to call daring. She looked great in it, lots of creamy back and shoulder on view with just a dusting of suntan, and try as I might I just couldn't stop myself from looking. And thinking, of course.
Have you ever read "Sons and Lovers" by D H Lawrence? Don't worry, I'm not about to go all literary on you, but there's a bit in that where this guy, Paul, goes to the theatre with this woman, Miriam, who he's really in love with right then and he just can't keep his eyes off her, especially, I think, a little vein in the hollow of her arm. Well, that's a bit like how it was. She had lovely tanned skin. It looked so soft and smooth and I just couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to touch her legs. The dress had ridden up a bit and they were showing way above her knees. Then she leant forward to wave to somebody she'd seen coming in and I got a glimpse right down the front of her dress, just for a second or maybe even less, but it gave me a lump in my throat, honestly. She wasn't wearing a bra and I just got this quick flash of her breasts and one of her nipples, not even enough time to focus or anything but it was just so exciting. Of course, right then she turned and looked at me, and it must've just been so obvious that I'd been peeking. I started blushing, I felt so stupid, and she just went on looking into my eyes, far too long for it to be a normal glance, and gave me this secret sort of a smile and then looked as if she was about to say something, but just then the lights went down and saved me.
I just sat there in the dark with my face glowing, feeling a real idiot, but nothing happened and after a bit I calmed down and started to concentrate on the show. I really enjoyed it. The dancers were great and there was something just so thrilling about being in the dark next to Monika and thinking about her and enjoying the feeling of her warm and close to me but not touching and the smell of the perfume she was wearing - she didn't have any make-up on but she did have this light gentle scent of violets about her - and the feeling that she'd caught me out and that I was on the verge of something that thinking about made me feel both guilty and all excited at the same time, something a bit like how I used to feel before I went on stage when I did acting at university.
There wasn't any interval or anything like that, so when the lights went up it was already time to leave. Monika didn't take my hand this time.
"A drink?" she said as we walked away from the theatre.
"Mmmm, sure. Where?"
"Well, there's a place not far from here that's okay, or, if you prefer, we could go back to my flat. It's not so far from here." I'd always thought that it was just a cliché when people said their hearts jumped inside them, but it's really the only way to describe what I felt right then.
"It's happening!" I thought, and it was such a strong, strange thought, at the same time incredibly exciting and deeply worrying. "Should I do this?" (Jane, I hope you don't mind these italics, I know they're a bit literary , but it's the best I can think of to try to show how I felt.) The answer to the question took only a second or so to come, but that second seemed like the longest one of my life. It lasted for ever. "You've got to. If you don't you'll wonder for the rest of your life what you missed this evening. Do it!" "What about you? What would you prefer?"
"My place?" she said with a little smile. "Okay. Your place it is."
The flat was in an old house that we reached through a courtyard. "Who lives here with you?" I asked as we toiled up the narrow stairs to the fourth floor.
"Just me," said Monika. "And here we are." We walked in through a double door that led into a small hall. Monika didn't turn the light on but kicked off her shoes and walked straight through another door into the room beyond. A light clicked on.
"Come on in," she said. Monika's living-room was, as I'd half-expected, simply but tastefully decorated. White walls, a polished natural wood floor with a couple of small rugs here and there, a sofa and matching armchair in black, a coffee table, a stereo, a TV, a couple of plants, a few pictures on the walls, a lot of books. Light came not from the big fitting hanging from the ceiling but two lamps on the bookshelf. I liked it a lot.
"Do you want to listen to music?"
"I don't know. You?"
"Not desperately. What about a drink?"
"That would be nice," I said.
"Red wine?"
"Lovely." It might help me to relax a bit.
"Take a seat. I'll just go and find it." I sat in the armchair. Monika went into the kitchen. I heard cupboards opening and closing, then the clink of glasses and the popping of the cork. She came in with a bottle and two glasses on a tray and set them down on the coffee table. "Is Burgundy all right?" she asked.
"That's fine. I like it." Monika poured the wine into the glasses and handed me one. "Cheers," I said. "Prosit." And we drank. The wine was good. And for a minute or two neither of us said anything. I looked at Monika, sitting across from me on the sofa, her legs crossed and catching the light, and she looked back at me, and then we both drank again. Say something.
"This place is nice. Have you been living here long?"
"Three years." I drained my glass and shivered.
"Are you cold?" she asked. "No, just a bit..."
"A bit what? Nervous?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"I have eyes. I'm not so stupid. But don't worry. I'm not dangerous," she said, and laughed. She had lovely teeth, very white, very even. She had a lovely laugh, too, throaty and musical. Oh no? Monika poured me more wine. For a while we drank and talked about trivial things, things which weren't anything to do with the atmosphere that was developing in the room, an atmosphere of expectation, of tension, of waiting for something that both of us knew was going to happen but neither of us was sure how to start. During a lull in the conversation I got up and walked over to where the albums were stored on a shelf. They were a mixture of vinyl and CDs, mostly jazz and blues, but I didn't recognise a lot of them. Then I found one that remembered from when I was at secondary school, one we listened to a lot during lunchbreaks. It seemed funny to find it here, in such a different situation from the one I knew it in.
"Would you like to hear it?" Monika's voice, soft, came from by my side.
"Not right now, thanks. It's just something I remember from somewhere else." Once more her perfume was all around me. I caught my breath.
"You like my smell, don't you?" she said quietly. "I noticed in the theatre."
"Mmmm," I nodded. "It's lovely."
"You like me, too, don't you?" she continued. "Yes, I do, but ..." I can't say it! Please, please, can't you understand how I feel? Just do something, do something now, or even say something, and break the spell, and I'll go along with everything you want to do! Just something! Please!
"But what? Nervous?"
"Yes, a little bit."
"A new situation for you?"
"Yes," I said, and laughed. Even to me it sounded hollow. "I've never done anything like this before."
"What, had a glass of wine with somebody?"
"No, you know..."
"Been with another woman who you think's going to make a pass at you?"
"Yes."
"Because I won't if you don't want me to."
"No, it's not that, it's just that I..."
"Yes, you feel nervous, but you also feel excited, and you have butterflies in your stomach, and you wonder what's going to happen. Is that right?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"Just take it easy," Monika said. "Just forget about being scared. Nothing's going to happen if you don't want it to. Relax. Enjoy yourself." As she said the last words she put her right arm around my shoulders. For a moment I stiffened and took a gulp of breath, and then I looked down and saw her fingers resting there - she had lovely nails, I'd already noticed in the theatre - and then I relaxed and snuggled closer to her. And somehow it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to put my left arm round her waist and just let it rest there. I'd done it before, of course, with guys, but with Monika I was just amazed. There was the way she felt so soft and smooth and warm and there was the narrowness of her waist and her softness and the little ridge of her panties and the feeling of her hip against mine and the way she just flared out from the waist down. It was beautiful. It felt like an electric shock. It was so different. We stayed like that for what seemed like ages, and then we turned to look each other in the eye.
It seemed as if it was happening in slow motion. Her face was very close to mine. God, she's lovely. And she was. She had one of those heart-shaped faces, framed in those auburn curls, and not a grain of make-up. She didn't need it. Creamy skin, a straight nose that turned up just a little bit at the end, soft-looking cushiony lips parted just a tiny bit, and above all her huge humorous grey eyes looking straight at me. I was so close that I could see every detail of her face, the fine lines on her forehead and at the corners of her mouth, the long silver earrings that dangled through the thickness of her hair, each individual hair of her eyebrows, and even the tiny ones on her top lip, and through it all the smell of violets, now mixed on her breath with the sweetness of the wine. Smiling at me all the while, she moved smoothly to face me, her hands meeting behind my neck, and bent her face towards mine.
Our lips just brushed together at first, incredibly gently, incredibly tenderly, just for a split second, and then she moved back a bit and looked me right in the eye again. I ran my tongue over my own lips, savouring the softness and the taste of her, and then moved my mouth towards hers once more. This time the kiss was longer and deeper. Our lips mashed together and then parted as our tongues met for the first time. Hers was vigorous and thrust between my teeth, where I parried it with mine. To and fro, to and fro, our tongues played in and out of each other's mouths until our chins were wet with each other's spit. Her hands were round my neck, mine held her head, caressing her thick hair. The contours of her body were against me and the scent of violets and the heady taste of wine were everywhere.
"Oh, lovely," Monika said with a smile when eventually we came up for air.
"Yes, lovely," I echoed.
"More," said Monika.
"Yes, more," I said. And we had more, this time with her hands on my shoulders, fondling my bare upper arms and holding me close to her, while mine met in the small of her back. We kissed and nibbled and sucked each other's mouths for what seemed like an age before eventually we parted. As our eyes opened and met again Monika brought her hands to the buttons at the top of my dress and, looking me right in the eye the whole while, undid them, one after the other, until it was undone down to the waist. Then she took the edges between her fingers and thumbs and pulled them out and down so that the dress fell to the floor and lay there in a pool of crumpled fabric. I stood there, just in my underwear, and let her eye rove over my body. I don't think I'd ever felt so excited in my life.
"You're beautiful," she said.
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes, look in the mirror. Aren't you lovely?" So I did. It was one of those full-length ones and I had to admit I did look pretty good. I had a nice tan from all those weeks in Greece and the simple white bra and panties I had on looked good against it. I watched in the mirror as she came up behind me and wrapped her hands around me and buried her face in my neck, nuzzling away as her fingertips rhythmically caressed my belly and played in and out of my navel. We look so good together. Just look at the contrast of her creamy skin and my brown one. Look how I curve and swell and how she plays on me like an instrument. Anything this exciting just has to be right.
"This isn't fair," I said over my shoulder.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, look at me and look at you. You're overdressed for the occasion."
"So close your eyes," she said, a mischievous smile in her eyes. I closed them. She moved her hands away from my belly and I heard a rustle of cloth.
"Open them and turn round." I did. Honestly, I almost came on the spot. From head to toe, all she was now wearing was a simple gold chain around her neck and a tiny pair of black panties, just a skimpy vee of material drawn tight over her sex, framed in crinkly brown hairs. Narrow ribbons reached up and around to the back of her, emphasising the narrowness of her waist and the swell of her hips. She had good legs, long and slim and shapely, and the kind of breasts that would probably never need a bra, small, firm-looking, and rounded, with prominent uptilted nipples.
"Wow," was all I could say.
"Now you're overdressed," she answered, and took a step towards me. Her hands reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, which joined the pile on the floor. Clasped in each other's arms, we looked into the mirror, Monika auburn-haired and creamy-skinned, me blonde and tanned, and the two of us together wearing nothing more than a few square inches of cloth.
"Aren't we beautiful?" she said dreamily, and brought her hand up to cup my breast. I've always had sensitive breasts and I love having them played with, and Monika knew just what she was doing. I watched in the mirror as she stroked them softly, enjoying their softness and elasticity, lifted them gently and then allowed them to fall down into their natural position against my ribcage, ran her nails around my nipples till they grew puckered and hard, then rolled them between her fingers and thumbs, first one at a time and then both together. My breath was coming in long sobbing gasps by now and I was sure that between my legs I must be absolutely dripping. I was so aroused I could hardly stand up. One of her hands snaked down over my belly again, but this time it didn't stop there. I watched it as it continued down and slid into my panties, and felt it as it ran through my pubic fuzz and down to my most secret place, parting my outer lips and searching out my clitoris, which by now was absolutely throbbing with desire for her, so much so that it was like a physical pain.
"Oh, you're so wet for me," Monika murmured thickly in my ear, and withdrew her finger from inside me. She put it into her mouth and sucked on it slowly, fixing her eyes on mine in the mirror as she did so.
"Oh, and you taste so good, and I want you so much." Watching her do that just drove me frantic with lust.
"I want you, too," I said in a weak voice.
"Desperately. Let's go to bed now. Please."
"Come on, then," she said, and put her arm round my shoulder. I put mine around her waist and we went through a door in the corner of the room. "Just wait here while I find the light." she said, and left me standing by the door. A moment later a dim yellow lamp came on to reveal a big double bed with dark green bedding: a sheet, two big pillows, a quilt, already pulled back. Monika was sitting on the near edge.
"My bedroom," she said. "You are welcome here." As I moved towards her my hands went to my panties to take them off. Monika lifted a finger to stop me. "No," she said. "Please. I want to do that for you, but not just yet." Still sitting on the bed, she caught my hand and drew me towards her. She looked up at me and gave me a look I'll never forget, a look of pure desire and, yes, maybe love as well, and then her hands reached round behind me, found their way inside the elastic of my panties, and clasped my clenched buttocks.
She ran her nails teasingly across them. Then she kneaded them gently as though they were dough. Finally she ran a finger gently down the cleft between them and made me wriggle with pleasure. "You've got a lovely ass," she said, "but there are other parts of you that I want even more." With that she thrust her face into my groin, inhaling deeply and sighing with pleasure. I could feel her nose sticking into me and the way she inhaled and exhaled. Just thinking about what we were doing and what we were about to do drove me absolutely wild, and I took the top of her head in my hands and held it close to me.
"Oh baby, you smell so sweet," she said. "I've just got to see how you taste. Can you imagine how it's going to feel? Can I imagine? I've been imagining for what seems like hours. Those elegant womanly hands spreading my legs. The sight of her breasts hanging down as she bends towards me. That lovely head of hair bobbing up and down between my thighs. Those beautiful lips on my cunt. That tongue of hers driving me wild. Can I imagine?
"Come and lie down," she said, and rolled backwards and sideways so that she flipped me on to my back on the bed, legs hanging over the edge. She jumped up and knelt on the floor between them, gently prising them apart and running her hands up my calves, my knees, the insides of my thighs, doing it so gently that it hardly touched me at all, driving me mad with wanting her. As her caresses grew closer and closer to my groin I thrust at her, willing her to find the heart of me, only for her to keep maddeningly away.
I moaned, I moved towards her, I pumped my hips up and down. Please! Please! Achingly, one fingernail moved at a snail's pace up the sopping gusset of my panties. And then down again. And back. And then away. And now she's hooking her fingers and thumbs into the waistband of my panties at the sides and she's pulling them down, millimetre by agonising millimetre, and they're inside out now. One final little tug and they're as good as off. She's sliding them down over my thighs, my knees, my calves, over my ankles and off my feet, and she's twirling them round and she's got her nose buried in them and I'm just lying here, as naked as the day I was born, breasts flattened against my chest, legs akimbo, dying for this gorgeous woman who I'd never even set eyes on twelve hours ago to make me come.
She's looking at me with those great grey eyes, smiling at me, telling me I'm beautiful, and now she's coming towards me. Is this real? Monika moved to sit by me on the bed. I moved so that I was lying fully on it. Leaning on one arm and smiling down at me, she brought her free hand to my thigh, caressing it once more, alternating her fingertips and nails, slowly but surely moving higher, her eyes unflinchingly glued to mine. My sex felt as if it was melting. Touch me! I want to feel your fingers, your tongue, your lips on me! I want to suck you deep inside me and keep you there for ever! Suddenly, from the inside of my thigh, Monika's hand moved to my vagina, one finger exploring the length of me while the others followed it along the outer lips.
She got as far as my clitoris, allowed her fingertip to rest on it for an anguished millisecond, and then repeated the movement again. And again. And again and again, till at last one finger stayed on my clitoris, rolling it this way and that, while she ran the others through my fuzz as I whimpered and moaned and rolled around like a mad thing. I was so close to coming now that I thought I would scream. And just as I thought I would do so, she took her hand away. With it, and the other one, she clasped my buttocks, ducked her head between my legs, and brought her mouth down on my cunt and in next to no time she hit a rhythm that was just perfect. God, she knew how to eat pussy!
Hard and soft, short and long strokes, she ran her tongue along my labia, buried it as deep inside me as it would go, licked around my clitoris, sucked and nibbled on it as if it was an exotic fruit, and all sorts of other things I'd never dreamed of. I was hardly able to breathe any more, I was that excited, and the way I was thrashing round showed her just how close I was. It seemed as if she'd hardly started when I felt an absolutely incredible orgasm coming on. It just welled up inside me like a tidal wave and when it hit me almost broke me in two, and then it just went on and on, wave after wave, until it eventually ebbed away in spasms that seemed to get further and further from some kind of centre deep inside me until I was left with a feeling of fulfilment, of perfect contentment, and with my hands clamped tight in Monika's hair as she rested her face on my abdomen.
"That was fantastic," I said. "Nobody's ever made me come like that before."
"No?"
"No. You were great."
"I'm glad." We just lay there for a while after that, me running my hand through Monika's hair and feeling utterly at peace. It was a beautiful moment.
"I'd like another glass of wine," she said after a while. "What about you?"
"Please."
She got up and padded to the other room. I watched her slim figure as she retreated. She was still wearing the black panties. There was even less of them at the back than there was at the front, really just another ribbon running down between the cheeks of her rump. This is amazing. Just so out of the blue. What on earth is Katie going to say? I must have laughed out loud at that point, because Monika came back with the wine and asked me what the matter was. "Does it bother you?" she asked when I told her.
"Not really. I wouldn't have missed this for the world."
"Nor me," said Monika, and we sat side by side in bed for a while and drank our wine. I finished mine first and put the glass on the bedside table. I put my arm around Monika's shoulder as she drank hers. She still smelled of violets but now of sex as well, and despite the feeling of satisfaction that I had I was aroused by it. My cunt's purring like a well-fed cat, but what about her? Aren't you going to try to do something for her after what she did for you? Monika reached across me to put the glass down next to mine.
Keeping one hand round her shoulder, I put the other one on her breast and kept it there as we lay down face to face. It felt good, smooth and firm, and I played with it in the same way as I enjoyed my own being played with. At the same time I kissed her teasingly on the face, which had a bouquet composed in equal portions of Burgundy, violets, and my own juices.
"Do you like that?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said softly, and ruffled my hair. "I like everything you do."
"Do you want me to love you the way you loved me?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure if I'll do it right. Will you help me?"
"If you need me to, of course I will, but I think you already know. You're a woman. You know what women like." I like having my nipples nibbled. I'll try that. Monika's breasts were smaller than mine, and as she lay on her back they were spread against her ribs, small round convexities. From close up, I was able to see every tiny detail of them, even the microscopic hairs, and with my fingernail I traced the path of a winding blue vein. She's enjoying this. Her breasts are all goosebumps. She had lovely nipples. They were dark and rubbery and went erect as soon as I started touching her breasts, but I remembered the way she'd enjoyed teasing me and didn't go straight for them.
Instead, I spent as long as I could bear it just circling round them with my fingertips, my nails, my palms, but I couldn't resist for long. She was kissing me hard now, her teeth chewing on my lower lip, and she stiffened as if a shock had gone through her when I took her nipple between my fingernails. I've got long ones and they were painted red, and it just looked so erotic, my nails around this other woman's breast, that I started to get excited all over again. Monika was excited, too. Her head was moving rhythmically from side to side on the pillow and her eyes were shut. When I took her nipple in my mouth, just seizing it very gently between my teeth and tugging gently away from her and towards me, then rolling my tongue around it and flicking it this way and that, she really liked it a lot, I could tell.
She started running her fingers through my hair and her breathing got more and more uneven. I kept her nipple in one of my hands and carried on sucking and nibbling at it, while allowing the other one to move down her belly. Her eyes were closed tight, but I really wanted to see what I was doing and so I threw the quilt off us both. What an image we must make. Me crawling all over her, not a stitch on me, and her just lying there, loving it. Just look how narrow her waist is, what a sweet navel she's got, the shape of her legs, the way her sex bulges inside that tiny pair of panties... I let my hand come to rest on the little wisp of cloth at the base of her abdomen and felt the plumpness of her sex, its warmth and wetness, through the material. She spread her legs to allow me to get at her more easily.
I stroked her for a moment and then sat up. "I think these are coming off," I said. "I want to see you." Monika arched her back as I took the cloth in my hands. The tiny panties came off in one smooth movement and I tossed them on to the floor. And there she was, not a stitch on her, lying on the bed propped up on her elbows with her big grey eyes looking right into mine, legs spread wide, a lovely gift freshly unwrapped for me.
"Show me your cunt," I said. "I want you to show me what it looks like and what you like to do with it." Will it excite her when I use language like that? Is she as much of an exhibitionist as I wish I could be? Monika didn't bat an eyelid. Reaching behind her, she took a pillow and placed it under her buttocks and signalled to me to move round to face the light. Never taking her eyes off mine even for a second., she ran both her hands down over the smooth skin of her stomach and abdomen to the triangle of hair where her legs met.
"Now you see me," she said. "Isn't that nice? Look at the insides of my thighs. Look at these lips. It's lovely and smooth and wet there for you. See? And then, when I put my fingers here, it just opens like a flower, a secret flower for you to pick and enjoy. And here are some more lips. Don't you like the way they glisten? That's because they're waiting for you, for your fingers, your mouth, your tongue. And up here, this is my clitoris. It's big, isn't it? I love to play with it, to rub it and feel it grow, but even more than that I love the idea of you doing that for me. Just try the taste. Isn't it beautiful?" She took her finger and raised it to my nose. It was wet and had a perfume that was familiar but yet not familiar, a lot like my own juices, which I knew well, but different as well, rich, musky, and exciting as hell. I stuck my tongue out and licked it clean.
"Now touch me," Monika commanded me. I let my fingers run through her pubic hair. It was softer and silkier than mine. My fingers slid between her legs and into the warm wetness of her sex, slippery and dripping with desire. She pulled my face to hers and our lips met in tender kisses as I rhythmically played with her vagina, running my fingers along the soft grooves of her labia, feeling the heat inside her, fondling the stiff knob of her clitoris. Her legs jerked closed and enveloped my hand, pumping it so that it was a tool doing her bidding. I felt her tension under me as she willed herself to a climax, and then the way she caught her breath and her body jerked as it washed over her. I was powerless to move. One of my hands was caught between her thighs as effectively as if it were held in a vice, and the other one was tightly wrapped around her shoulders. Hers held me tight round the body. We stayed that way for a few minutes.
"Are you tired?" Monika asked.
"No. You?"
"No. Do you want more?"
"Yes. I haven't eaten you yet."
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, very much."
"I want to eat you again too. I'm a pig."
"Can we both do it together?"
"We can try. Let's lie on our sides, like this. I'll face this way and you face that way. Can you reach me, do you think?" Oh yes, I can reach you. There you are, right in front of my face. I can see the little bumps on your skin where the hairs grow, the ones you must've shaved off so that you'd look nice on the beach, and I can see the roundness of the cheeks of your ass, and how swollen with hot blood and desire you are, and I can feel the heat and the wanting you give off, and I can smell the sheer raw female animalness of you, because that's what we are now, animals, all glands and sex and instinct and, oh sweetheart, I want you so badly and I know you want me too.
I can feel your breath on the inside of my thighs, and now your nose is nuzzling my pussy and you're waiting for me to just go and then you'll start as well. I took a deep breath and went for it. My mouth descended on Monika's sex at exactly the same moment hers did on mine. It was as if we were one creature, doing the same thing at different ends at the same time. I took my cue from her. When she kept her tongue stiff and lapped at me like a cat, when she took my clitoris gently between her teeth, when she darted her tongue inside me, whatever she did, I did the same to her. Each of us had our hands clamped on the other's buttocks, kneading and fondling at them as we established our sweet rhythm, and we rocked gently to and fro as we both grew closer and closer to our orgasms. There wasn't the same urgency about either of us now as before. Instead, we were able to concentrate on the little things we hadn't bothered with before, the textures of each other's bodies, the scents, the little creases, the details.
We had forever. And then I was on the verge of coming and so, I could tell by the increased urgency of her movements, was she. She buried her face deep in my vagina, her tongue thrashing round like a harpooned whale, and I did the same. We didn't quite come simultaneously but there can't have been more than about four seconds in it. My orgasm was different this time, a wonderful warm flush that just spread out all over my body and stayed there glowing for ages afterwards, and when Monika came her sex contracted and actually ejaculated a quantity of a thick sour-sweet liquid that I lapped up eagerly. I held it in my mouth and rolled it round on my tongue, loving its taste for a minute or two before climbing out from between her legs, seeking out her mouth with mine, and using it to lubricate our kisses.
"Mmm, that's me," she said, smacking her lips and wrapping her arms and legs round me.
"And now, let's get the duvet and sleep snuggled up together as long as we want. We can make love again in the morning."
We did, too, and a lot more times besides. The look Katie gave me when I finally crawled into the flat some time about three days later was one I'll treasure for the rest of my life. "Monika?" she asked. "Monika," I answered. "Toast? Tea?" Of course she got the story out of me, but not in the sort of detail you have, but then she was a shocked friend. You're different.
I stayed in Berlin a lot longer than I'd planned because of Monika. God, she was gorgeous. I'll never forget her as long as I live. After all, she did me a big favour, didn't she?
I hope you've enjoyed reading this and that it maybe turns you on a bit. Write and let me know, and tell me one of your stories as well.
love
Jessica
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*Three. The day of the Jeckell.*
Steve woke up slowly; he had stayed at Angel's apartment in the Twenty Sixth Century. His ears were missing the sound of birds twittering outside. There were no birds outside her apartment, it was underground as was all of this centuries London.
The birds were on the surface with all the other wild animals including wolves and wild boar. He could feel Angel's naked body hot against his side, due to her high metabolism. Even in her sleep her slow and powerful breathing, reminded him of a female tiger asleep.
Luckily for him she had kept her deadly claws sheathed. Even so she had damn near killed him again last night in her passion. She was so demanding in bed, that he was sure she would kill a lesser man. At least he had finally persuaded her not to use drugs, to enhance their sex. He liked his sex the old fashioned way, without chemical interference. Not counting of course the contraceptive drug; that her implant administered to keep her sterile.
He opened his eyes to look upon her, and instead saw a monster standing over the bed staring down at him. He assumed it was staring at him because of its hunched posture. Its eyes were completely hidden by some sort of black steel mask. The body looked like a humanoid insect, chitinous and bulky. It then seemed to ignore him, and turned away towards his table in the corner of his bedroom.
It was there that he emptied his pockets at night; scattered on its surface were all the usual bits and pieces that a man carries about with him. All except for one item; his QT Device. The monsters hand was reaching for it, as Steve's brain finally kicked in and told him that he was in danger.
'Hey, what the fuck are you doing? Get away from that,' he yelled throwing back the covers and lunging towards the intruder. Steve was just over six foot tall and strongly built, as an ex-para and now ex-policeman he had kept himself in very good shape.
As he reached the grotesque figure, it threw its arm backwards as if to brush off an annoying fly. He felt a crushing blow to his chest, and found himself flying back onto the bed. He slammed into Angel, who had woken at his first shout. He barely noticed her body jerk, as she called upon her boost facility to ready herself for attack.
She leapt off the bed naked and blurred towards the intruder, faster than Steve's eyes could register. To his stunned amazement the monster also seemed to blur, and turning like lightning caught her outstretched arms easily.
Angel screamed in fury, as she was held off the ground easily by this strange thing. It seemed to realise that it couldn't pick up the QT, whilst holding a furious woman. Twisting its hips it threw Angel into the nearest wall, and turned back to pick up the QT.
Steve was still trying to breath so could only watch, as Angel somersaulted in mid air so she landed with her feet against the wall. She had slammed into full battle mode; her enhanced muscles were flooded with adrenaline. As if defying gravity she flexed her long legs, and sprang back off the wall towards the intruder.
Steve just managed to put his hands over his ears, before her battle screech smashed through his skull. In battle mode she used every weapon available to incapacitate her enemy, including sound. The crippling decibel levels her throat implant generated, were enough to disorientate any human.
In this instance however it only served to warn the strange creature of her attack. Without any sign of distress it turned again to meet her, seeing this Angel called upon her ultimate weapon. As she flashed across the room, Steve saw her nails glow as she deployed her monofilament implants. The glow was caused by dust motes in the air, being annihilated by the molecule sharp edges of her nails.
He had seen her cut through steel walls with them, and dismember a steel killer Robot. Not to forget the Tyrannosaurus rex that she had decapitated. The creature evidently recognised its danger, and to Angels total amazement although already boosted, it boosted again. Even in her already boosted state she saw it blur, and before her nails hit it, it had grabbed Steve's QT and flashed out of the door.
In full flight Angel's hands hit the bedroom wall, and cut deeply into it. As she fell to the floor her boost cut out, she sagged against the wall in defeat.
'Fuck me, Steve, did you see that fucker move.' She said dispiritedly. Since associating with him in the twentieth century, her vocabulary had become richer with expletives.
Steve had only just got his breath back, from the backhanded smash from the creatures arm.
'Are you alright?' he gasped painfully.
'Fucking peachey; I just feel a right cunt for having my arse handed to me by that fucker.' She muttered.
'Any idea what it was?'
'Only one thing it could be love, a fucking government Storm Trooper.'
Angel climbed to her feet and brushed the debris from her naked body.
'Only a Storm Trooper could boost at twice my speed. My implants are ex-military; that means obsolete, compared to the latest technology available to the British Army.
'You are joking I hope, why would the British Army attack us?'
'Attack us! I can assure you that it wasn't sent here to attack us. If it had been we would almost certainly be dead.' She answered.
'It was sent to "acquire" your QT, which it did with the minimum of effort on its part.'
'You say "it" is it a human being or a robot?'
'Who the fuck knows, it probably doesn't remember itself. They start out as super fit humans, but by the time the government has fully modified them, they are more synthetic than flesh and blood. My modifications are pathetic shadows compared to theirs.'
Steve walked into the kitchen rubbing his sore chest; Angel followed still unconcernedly naked and plonked herself down on a chair. She watched while Steve brewed up his answer to everything, a hot cup of tea.
'Do you want one?' he asked politely.
'No thanks love I've already hit,' she replied absentmindedly.
'I wish you would stop taking drugs, it worries me.'
Angel came from this Twenty Sixth century, where recreational and performance-enhancing drugs were routinely taken.
Drug taking was as common there, as smoking is in this century. One of her many implants monitored her vitality, and adjusted it for maximum performance automatically. It achieved this, by releasing various drugs into her bloodstream as it deemed necessary.
'Tea contains Caffeine,' she pointed out.
'Yeah right,' he said sitting down with his cup of tea.
'Why didn't it take your QT as well?'
'It follows orders to the letter, it was obviously told to take yours. Had it been told to take mine it would have done so.'
'Well I want my QT back, how do we go about it?' he stated quietly.
'We first have to know who has it, where it is, and of course when it is,' she replied handing him her QT.
'I suggest you ask your favourite magician Merlin.'
'Do I need to be holding a QT to talk to him?'
'How the fuck do I know, you're the one that's been chatting to the fucking World Brain for donkey's ages, don't you know?'
Steve placed Angel's device on the table, and removed his hand from it.
'Merlin are you there?' he spoke out loud so Angel could hear. OF COURSE STEVE, HOW CAN I HELP. Steve let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding, thank God he could still talk to his friend Merlin.
'I am so glad I can communicate with you without my QT.'
YOUR QT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH COMMUNICATION. THAT IS ACHIEVED BY THE IMPLANT IN YOUR BRAIN. THE QT ENABLES YOU TO TRAVEL THROUGH TIME AND SPACE.
'Houston we have a problem, my QT has been stolen, possibly by the British Army.'
IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. YOUR DEVICE IS ONE OF ONLY TWELVE IN EXISTANCE. IT IS PRICELESS.
'Any ideas on who has it?'
SOMEONE WITH ACCESS TO ELITE ARMY PERSONNEL.
'Like who?'
THE BRITISH PRIME MINISTER AND OR MEMBERS OF HIS CABINET.
'Oh fuck me backwards,' muttered Angel, 'that's all we fucking need.'
'Thanks Merlin, I'll be in touch,' said Steve ending the conversation.
Steve looked at Angel sitting there with her head in her hands.
'Are you sure it was a Storm Trooper love?'
'Yep.'
'How many are there in the British Army?'
'Ten'
'Ten?' repeated Steve in disbelief,
'the British Army has only ten Storm Troopers?'
'The British Army has only ten soldiers, all of them Storm Troopers,' she clarified.
'How in God's name can Britain control all that it controls around the world, with just ten men?'
'You've seen one; they are almost superhuman, almost indestructible and totally loyal to their superiors. We don't need any more than ten, combined with the War Department's QT they can go anywhere and anywhen and kill anyone.'
'If the War department has access to a QT, why would they want mine?'
She reminded Steve that there were only twelve QT's ever made, and all of them were in the possession of Time Agents. If any of those were stolen it would create a furore at the highest level. Even Angel's was protected, since she worked for the British Temporal Organisation, albeit on a freelance basis.
'It appears that yours is the only one up for grabs, I'm afraid,' she said, 'no one is on your side in this. I assume a very powerful person near to the Prime Minister wants one for their own use.'
'In that case I believe they have made their first mistake,' said Steve.
'I do have people on my side, you and Merlin, I would bet on you against all the British Army.'
Angel pushed her QT across the table towards Steve,
'Here love you'll need this to find your QT.'
Steve got up, and went around the table until he could take her in his arms.
'Thank you darling, but it is too dangerous to let it out of your possession. If I used it our enemies could consider it mine, and feel free to take this one as well.'
Angel hadn't considered that consequence, and was lost for ideas.
'We do know something that they don't,' said Steve, ' your QT can carry both of us.'
'You never did explain that Gold moving trick to me properly, how did you manage to transport tons of gold from one place to another?' Angel asked.
'This is a secret that only I know and I am about to tell you, Merlin can adjust the field strength of the QT to carry just about anything.'
'That sneaky fucking AI, no one in the BTO knows this?'
'Nope, just us chickens,' he replied with a smile.
'Hey we're a team again,' she exclaimed with a big grin.
Steve had an idea,
'Merlin, I remember you saying that you could track all QT's if they were used, is that so?'
YES
'I would bet money, that the first thing our thief does is try out his new toy. We have only got to wait a bit and Merlin will detect its location.'
SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN TO ME.
'What shall we do while we wait?' asked Angel.
'Get some sleep I suppose, it's still early in the morning.' He replied.
'I've got a better idea,' said Angel bending over the table, ' I'm too hyper to sleep.' She looked coquettishly over her shoulder at Steve, and wiggled her beautiful naked bottom.
'Sounds like a plan to me,' he said.
JURASSIC Merlin's announcement rang in his brain, and he jumped out of bed in shock.
'For God's sake Merlin, can't you clear your throat or something, before scaring the shit out of me?'
COUGH, COUGH JURASSIC.
'Sorry old friend, I was just taken by surprise for a second.'
FRIEND?
'Yes, of course we're friends, did you ever think we weren't?'
I HAVE NEVER CONSIDERED THE MATTER. I WILL CONSIDER IT NOW. YES I WOULD LIKE US TO BE FRIENDS.
'Thank you, I am proud to be your friend Merlin.'
COUGH, COUGH JURASSIC, OLD FRIEND STEVE.
'What is he saying Steve?' asked Angel sitting up in bed.
'Merlin could you include Angel in our conversations please?'
CERTAINLY, OLD FRIEND STEVE
'Have you found that fucking QT yet?' she asked. IT IS IN THE FUCKING JURASSIC Steve burst into laughter at the sight of Angel's face; it had turned red. Although she had embraced the Anglo-Saxon expletive, she had been totally shocked to hear it repeated back to her by the omnipotent World Brain.
'The fuck... cheeky cu... bugger he is going through your QT's memory,' she stuttered.
'I bet he is at my sunbed right now.'
'Well we can't do anything about it just now, we are both naked and I haven't had any breakfast.' He pointed out.
Despite her desire to retrieve Steve's QT, Angel saw the logic in this and they both washed and dressed quickly. Angel simply dressed in one of her sprayed on catsuits, with her utility belt that carried her QT and other useful things.
Steve wore his usual clothes, covered with his favourite Black Kevlar coat. On impulse he slid his sword into its hidden sheath, sewn into the back of the armoured coat. Only Excalibur's hilt showed just sticking up behind his head.
'That won't be much use against a Storm Trooper love,' remarked Angel.
'Don't forget whoever is using my QT, can only go to places by himself. With any luck we won't see any Storm Troopers.' He replied hopefully.
They were ready to depart, Angel's QT was calibrated for the combined weight of them both.
'What's our plan?' asked Steve.
'We jump in, kill the fucker grab your QT, Jump out,' she said succinctly.
'Sounds like a plan to me,' said Steve, ' let's go.'
Angel visualised her sun bed, and they were both there. The ledge was high on the side of a cliff; fifty feet beneath it was a crystal clear lake. The heat and smells of the fecund Jurassic world 65 Million years in their past, assaulted their senses. As Steve had suspected the ledge was empty, the enemy had been and gone.
Looking down at the lake he was surprised to see the carcass of the T-Rex, that Angel had killed a long while ago.
'Why is that still there Angel? I would have thought the carrion eaters would have stripped it to the bone by now.'
'They haven't had time yet Steve; in this time we have only been gone a few minutes since our last visit here,' she explained.
'When programmed, the QT always brings us to the same place and time.' It just ensures that we always arrive, a few minutes after we previously left. This is a default setting, that makes sure we never meet ourselves.'
'So if we were to jump to any of our previous destinations, we would only have left it a few minutes earlier?' asked Steve thinking deeply.
'I think I know where we might catch him,' said Steve.
'He is obviously wary of trying out new destinations; he is going down our record of previous destinations as a training exercise. I think if we jump to "Caligula" we will only have to wait a few minutes until he jumps in.'
'Good thinking Batman,' said Angel admiringly.
Caligula AD 12 -- AD 41, few names invoke such an image of lust and depravity, as the Roman Emperor Caligula. His real name was Gaius. Gaius, Julius, Caesar, Germanicus, to give him his full name. Bizarrely the feared name "Caligula" means "Bootikins".
From the ages two to four, he lived with his father Germanicus's legions, on the Rhine. He was a lovely cheerful boy, who loved to run around wearing his father's boots. His father's soldiers; gave him the affectionate nick name "Bootikins". With the death of the miserable paranoid Tiberius, he became Emperor.
He was 24 years old and very popular with the people; he loved sponsoring lavish games for the Roman's to enjoy. Unfortunately less than a year into his reign he fell desperately ill. He recovered, but underwent a personality change, and his mind became unbalanced.
Steve and Angel had jumped back home to dress in togas, and from there had jumped to Rome AD 40. They arrived un-noticed in a side room, from whence Angel had departed just a few minutes earlier. She had been here taking a break from work, and had joined in the orgy with abandoned gusto.
Angel had shagged every fit young man and some of the women. Then after watching Claudius's wife being serviced by a white bull, she had become bored and jumped out. Slaves were still shovelling up the bull droppings from the floor. There were various drunken but handsome men, she could see lounging around the room.
They were in in various states of undress, she hoped they wouldn't recognise her as the woman they had been fucking. Only a few minutes ago as far as they were concerned, but over a year ago as far as she was concerned.
Caligula was sitting on a raised platform at one end of the room. Two of his praetorian guard were standing behind him, keeping watch for assassins. As he surveyed the room, he allowed a naked young slave boy to pour wine down his imperial throat.
He was attended; by his three sisters. Drusilla was kneeling between his legs giving him oral sex. Livilla was sitting beside him, letting him absentmindly feel her young firm breasts. Agrippina was fondling a large horse, in a most inappropriate manner.
The horse had a circlet of laurel leaves on its head, and was held by two slaves. It was richly caparisoned in white silk to resemble a toga.
'What's with the horse,' asked Steve.
'Caligula has made it Consul, just to piss off the Senate,' she replied.
'He likes to keep it in the family.' Angel whispered to Steve.
'How will we spot our thief,' Steve asked, ignoring the tableau. He didn't care what adults did together sexually; he just concerned himself with protecting children.
'I'm not sure; I have all the faces of the most powerful men in the country downloaded into my implant. The facial recognition programme will alert me, if my eyes see one of them.
'Didn't Caligula have something to do with seashells?' asked Steve rummaging through his meagre knowledge of Roman history.
'Oh that, yes he went to conquer Britain, but only got as far as the shore of the Channel. So he ordered his soldiers to collect baskets of seashells, to take back to Rome,' she answered with a sad smile.
'Why on earth did he do that?'
'Fuck knows,' she replied absently scanning the crowd.
'It proved to be the final straw against him, his praetorian guard killed him, his wife Caesonia, and his daughter in AD 41.' Steve clenched his fists in impotent rage. He hated the fact that when a new emperor was chosen, often every member of the previous emperor's family was killed. This was to avoid challengers to the new regime.
'Fuck me I see him,' said Angel drawing Steve's attention to a man who had just entered the room. He had come from the same side-room that they had just emerged from.
'I might have guessed, it's Jeckell the war minister. No wonder we had Storm Troopers up our arse's, he's their ultimate boss,'
Jeckell was looking around in wonder; everywhere his eyes fell there were naked women. They were copulating with whomsoever was nearest, regardless of gender.
'Can you see my QT?' whispered Steve.
'It must be on a belt under his toga,' deduced Angel, ' I have an idea.'
Without any fuss she slipped off her toga, she was now naked and fitted in almost perfectly, with the majority of the women in the room. Affecting a drunken stumble, she weaved her way across the writhing bodies towards her target. She was just stepping over the last body to be within grabbing range, when a drunken hand reached up and grabbed her pubes painfully.
'Fuck off you stupid cunt,' snarled Angel and backhanded the drunkard. Unfortunately Jeckell heard her swear in colloquial English, and his hand darted towards the QT on his belt. Angel had hoped that having to reach inside his toga, would give her the few seconds she needed to grab it before activation.
Jeckell however pressed the activation button, through the thin material and disappeared. Angel was furious, she had considered boosting and grabbing the QT. However she had a sneaky feeling that Jeckell, with his unparalleled access to military technology may himself be able to boost. Thus she had tried the subtle approach and been rumbled.
Looking for someone to punish, she stalked naked across the room to Agrippina. The Emperors sister was still playing with her equine lover. With a slap that echoed across the room, Angel hurled the perverted woman away from the frightened horse.
'Leave the poor fucking animal alone you stupid fucking cunt,' she screamed at the crumpled body of the Emperor's sister. In the stunned silence that followed she walked back over to Steve.
'Hold tight lover, lets go.'
'Just a moment Angel' said Steve through gritted teeth. He had see Caligula absentmindedly cuff the young slave boy out of the way, so he could see what was going on in the room. Clenching his fists, he strode towards the drunken ruler of the civilised world. The two guards were picking up the sobbing body of Caesar's sister and didn't see him coming. Steve moved Drusilla gently aside from Caligula's groin, and as the man looked up in annoyance Steve kicked him full in the testicles.
Steve stepped back quickly to avoid the alcohol, and partly digested food that sprayed from the emperor's mouth. Drusilla wasn't so fortunate, and her face and hair were drenched in her brother's vomit.
'All done,' said Steve as he returned to Angel. Before the astounded pain filled eyes of Caligula, the two people disappeared.
'That could have gone better,' she admitted when they were sat around Steve's kitchen table.
'Hey, the plan worked we know who has my QT, and now we can get it back,' he said optimistically.
'All we have to do is report him to your Prime Minister, and have him arrested,' he concluded.
'Peregrine Jeckell is Britain's War Minister, we wouldn't be believed for a moment. The PM dare not offend his most powerful Minister, without concrete proof of his guilt. Our Government has many opposing factions; the current thinking is to slowly take over the world by financial means.
Jeckell want's to revive the British Empire by force.'
'What with ten Storm Troopers?'
'That's his stumbling block, he is arguing for an increase in the number of Storm Troopers.'
'He's already got ten of the invincible fuckers, how many more doe's he want?'
'One Thousand.'
'Good God, whoever controlled a thousand of those monsters, would be able to rule the world.'
'Exactly, that's why the PM is dead against the idea.'
'What's to stop Jeckell assassinating the PM, and taking over?'
'Look in the mirror Steve,' answered Angel quietly. Puzzled Steve did as she asked, and looked into his kitchen mirror. Two people looked back at him. 'Oh fuck me.' He moaned.
'Good idea,' she said, 'lets go to bed and not think on it for a while.'
The Prime Minister of Great Britain; was the most powerful man in the world. His name was Marcus Armstrong, and if he wished he could ruin any other country he chose. Britain controlled the oil of the world; the Middle East was a radioactive desert.
Years ago Mossad the secret police of Israel; had intercepted a car bomb heading for Jerusalem. There had been many attempts to attack this most precious of cities, but this car bomb was the final straw. It contained a nuclear bomb, supplied by Iran.
The hawks of Israel, became afraid of the constant threats by their Arab neighbours. They finally used their ultimate weapon, and nuked Iraq, Iran, Syria, and the Lebanon. They had planned to leave Kuwait alone because of their oil. However the seismic shockwaves from the massive attack, had disturbed the geological makeup of the oil fields, and Kuwait's oil had run dry.
The industrial nations collapsed, including Britain. The countries like America that had oil of their own, slammed the door on exports. Even so the car died, as did lorries, diesel trains and Oil fired power stations.
Year's earlier, British scientists had discovered a way to travel in time. They did it using a phenomenon called Quantum Tunnelling. Machiavellian minds in the corridors of power; realised that they could go back in time to the Middle Eastern oil fields, and basically steal the oil from the ground. Transporting it back to Britain's oil tanks, via a larger version of the QT called a Portal.
The British Government kept Time Travel a secret, from the rest of the world. They went back to the oil fields of Arabia, ten thousand years in the past. Drilling equipment was sent through, and pumped oil through the portal into Britain's storage tanks. By selling and bartering the oil to a desperate world, Britain became rich and powerful again.
Using the excuse of repopulating the commonwealth. Britain forcibly sent the various ethnic groups back to their original countries, and followed the path of eugenics.
Britain embraced the ideal of the perfect human being. By using all its knowledge of genetics, it strove to create a healthy long-lived Briton, and came very close to that goal.
However there were always the megalomaniacs, Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, Stalin, Hitler, they all wanted to rule the world. Some came closer to it than others, but none succeeded. Peregrine Jeckell intended to succeed; he had a plan.
The world had never been more vulnerable. First the Aids plague finally exploded in Africa, wiping out sixty percent of the African population. Then the Chinese were hit by a mystery plague similar to the Black Death; that swept across the continent faster than they could contain it.
By the time it died down eighty percent of the Chinese people were dead, many of the deaths caused by the secondary effects of mass death. i.e. Breakdown in food production causing mass starvation, setting off civil wars to control what little there was left. China was no longer a factor in World politics.
The Russian countries fell back into the Middle Ages very quickly. Their various ethnic groups warring upon each other, until there were few left viable. India and Pakistan annihilated each other with their nuclear weapons; again the trigger was the Khyber Pass.
Afghanistan was wiped out by mistake, as a few Indian missiles overshot the target. America disintegrated into individual states again. The sea levels continued to rise inexorably, due to global warming. Despite Herculean efforts, there were devastating floods in all coastal regions.
The World needed a strong hand at the tiller. Great Britain had recovered fastest, and was now in a position to impose it's moral values on the rest of the world. The non-British were like unruly children, and just needed a firm hand to guide them.
Discipline and order must be restored, hopefully by reasoned argument but if necessary, by overwhelming force. The World had seen what had happened to all the countries that the British Empire had foolishly relinquished control of in the past. They had all degenerated into political and financial chaos, when the guiding hand of Great Britain had been removed.
Peregrine Jeckell intended to be that guiding hand; he knew that you couldn't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. He was quite willing to break eggs; he just needed more egg breakers. I.e.: British Storm Troopers. Unfortunately a sacrifice had to be made to achieve his goal.
The sacrifice was to be Peregrine Jeckell, at least the Peregrine Jeckell that now looked back at him from his mirror. He had just lost the last election to be PM by the narrowest of margins. The PM had made him War Minister as consolation. Given the advantage of hind sight, he intended to correct that result. He had recorded all the information that his earlier self needed, to ensure winning.
He didn't need to explain his plan to himself, as he had formulated his plan long before the election for PM. All his earlier self needed; was an edge, this QT device was that edge and he was going to use it.
He wasn't a stupid man, he fully realised that by changing the past his present would be wiped out, including the "him" that had changed it. However he steeled himself, the present "he" would in effect die. However the earlier "he" would be PM, and authorise the expansion of the Empire. There was also the chance; that he might in fact survive in an alternate universe, nobody could be sure.
The first thing he would do as PM; would be to disband the British Temporal Organisation, led as it was by that coward Cameron McDonald. They were a bunch of timid fools, afraid to change the past in case it changed the future. So what if it did, as long as Britain benefited, the risk was well worth it.
Their Agents had almost caught him in Rome, but he had been too clever and quick for them. That alone was proof, that he was the one man fit enough to lead the World. He would confiscate all the existing QT devices, and ensure that more were manufactured. No one would be able to stand against him.
Peregrine Jeckell was a hawk, and he was about to strike. He had played with the QT sufficiently, to be confident of arriving where and when required. He had done his best to avoid the effects of paradox. For example he could leave his information on sheets of paper, for his earlier self to read.
However the moment his earlier self decided to follow the instructions, the later him should cease to exist. Therefore he couldn't have written the information in the first place.
He had considered all the possibilities, and had realised that time travellers could well have been guiding mankind for centuries. Their chosen method? Dreams. How many times in the past, had great men followed their dreams to victory.
Who knows how many of them were whispered to in the night, by helpful time travellers. Those who acted upon their advice became successful, and later would say 'I had a dream.'
Taking a deep breath he activated the QT.
It was the final few days before the election of the new British PM. Peregrine Jeckell was fitfully dozing in his bed, his mind going over all the things he thought he had to do to win. He heard a strangely familiar voice whispering to him.
'Peregrine Jeckell, this is a dream, listen carefully. You will lose the election, unless you follow these instructions to the letter.'
A short succinct list of tasks was imparted.
'Who are you?' he mumbled still half asleep.
'Do you remember Miss Anderson at boarding School? You watched her masturbating, through a hole that you drilled in her bedroom wall. No one ever found out about that, and you never told anyone. I am you Perrywinkle, from your future, do as I ask and you will become PM.'
Peregrine Jeckell stood up from where he had been kneeling at the side of his earlier self's bed. He placed the QT on the floor by a pair of slippers, and quietly walked out of the room into the unknown. Peregrine Jeckell woke up that morning full of new ideas; he could see clearly what to do to succeed in the forthcoming election. He was revitalised and almost bounced out of bed.
As he put on his slippers, he was astonished to see what appeared to be a QT device lying on his carpet by his slippers. He recognised it for what it was immediately, he had seen one before; in just the same way that he had seen the crown jewels. Priceless; but not for the likes of him.
Where on earth did it come from, and who had left it here for him to find? "Perrywinkle" where did that thought come from? No one had called him that since his mother had died. His father had named him "Peregrine" a manly name, but his mother had wanted a less warlike name so had referred to him as her little perrywinkle.
She had died when he was ten, and he was certain that none of his peers knew about her nickname for him. With a shrug he slipped the QT into the pocket of his jacket that was hanging in the wardrobe, and began his morning routine of washing and dressing. He would have to make very discreet enquires as to any missing QT devices, and then decide his best course of action.
'I have an idea,' stated Angel, ' I'm surprised that I didn't think of it before.'
She was lying naked on top of him idly twiddling his chest hairs.
'You probably just needed a good shag to get your brain working,' Steve interjected with a smile.
Angel slid her hand down between his hairy legs, and took gentle hold of his family jewels.
'Be nice or else.' She threatened playfully. Steve in turn placed his hands on her lower ribs.
'Do you think you can squeeze before I tickle, well do you punk?'
'You bastard, you terrify me, you know I can't stand being tickled,' she capitulated. He held her tight to him and kissed her lovingly.
'Yeah right, what is this idea then?'
Although it pains me to admit it, there is one man that we can trust with this information.
Sir Cameron McDonald, director of the B.T.O.
'I thought you didn't like him?'
'It's not that I don't like him as such, it's just that he is very dour and follows the party line regarding time travel interference. I dread the day he finds out about Dr. Snip, he'll have a stroke.
That's why I have kept you two from meeting so far.'
'I know how to keep my mouth shut,' he said.
'Just as well for you that I don't,' she giggled sliding down his body until her mouth was somewhere interesting. After a while they got up and after another breakfast, got ready to beard the lion in his den. Utilising her QT they jumped forward to the Twenty Sixth Century.
As a Time Agent albeit freelance; Angel could see the director at very short notice. They were soon standing in front of his desk, ready to present their case to him. He listened politely to their story and when they had finished, they asked him if he would tell the PM about Jeckell and his plans.
He looked up at them from beneath his heavy white eyebrows, and invited them to sit down. Angel was stunned; no one sat in the director's office it just wasn't done. He insisted; and they both sat down and tried to be patient, as they waited for him to answer.
'Either you are both insane, which I fervently hope is the case, or what I was put here to forestall has finally happened.' He said in his quiet powerful voice.
'Peregrine Jeckell is our Prime Minister; he has just been elected by his peers.
If what you tell me is true, then time has been meddled with, and the B.T.O. has failed to stop it.'
But Marcus Armstrong is the PM insisted Angel, it was a close run election but he won.
'The only reason you know this, is because you were down time of the wave of change that must have swept uptime from the moment of intervention,' explained the Director.
'My head hurts,' complained Steve.
'If you believe us then can you help us,' asked Angel.
'Unfortunately the first thing that our new PM did was to disband the B.T.O. I am currently unemployed and powerless to help you,' answered the Director sadly, ' I am only here to clear out my desk.'
'Fuck me,' swore Angel.
'Yes, fuck me, seems to cover it,' agreed the Director.
'The second thing he did was to authorise the expansion of the British Army, by recruiting an additional thousand Storm Troopers. I can only suggest that we take some time to ponder on this situation, and meet again tomorrow.'
To Steve's surprise Angel agreed to this without comment, and they both left the office.
They jumped back to Steve's house and he put the kettle on.
'Well as one door shuts, another slams in your face.' He commented.
'Lets ask Merlin,' she suggested.
'Why not? Merlin are you listening?'
YES STEVE
'Do you know that our new PM has tampered with the past, to ensure his appointment?'
NO, AS FAR AS I AM AWARE HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE PM.
'Well take your old friend's word on it, the PM was Marcus Armstrong before Jeckell meddled with time,' said Steve. THAT WILL BE DIFFICULT, EMPIRICAL PROOF DEMANDS THAT I BELIEVE JECKELL IS BRITAINS RIGHTFUL PM.
'Wow, Merlin your communication is deafening me,' complained Angel.
'Is there any other way you can talk to us?'
Steve suddenly jumped up from the table so quickly, that he fell backwards over his chair and landed on the floor. Angel's reaction was outwardly calmer, only because she came from the twenty sixth century and was used to holograms and the like.
An old man with a long white beard, had materialised sitting opposite Steve.
'Is this better?' he asked with a grin, ' hello old friend Steve, why are you lying on the floor?'
'Good God, where did you come from? are you Merlin?' spluttered Steve.
'Yes of course, is this form of communication more efficient?'
'How are you here?'
'I am simply a figment of your imagination, transmitted through your implant to your optic nerve,' explained the old wizard.
'Wow, can Angel see you as well?'
'Yes although details may differ, depending on how she visualises Merlin.'
'Why the fuck haven't you appeared to me like this before?'
The old man sipped his imaginary tea and with a smile said,
'You never asked me.'
'I didn't know you could, this is much better,' said Steve he stood up and dusted himself down, facing Merlin he bowed politely and said,
'Pleased to meet you at last old friend.'
'Pleased to meet you, old friend Steve, and of course the lovely Angel.'
Angel's version of Merlin; was coloured by her Twenty Sixth century mind. She saw a figure similar to the one Steve saw, but hers was made out of liquid metal, as her mind tried to amalgamate a wizard with an AI.
'To get back to your problem Steve, why do you think that Peregrine Jeckell shouldn't be Britain's PM?' asked Merlin.
'I will answer on Steve's behalf as he has very little interest in the political situation in our century,' said Angel.
'I know from personal memory that Marcus Armstrong won the election for PM. If you need to confirm this, please scan my implant for the required data.'
Merlin took this as an invitation, and closing his eyes scanned Angel's memories of the election.
'Amazing, this is the first time to my knowledge, that I have been caught up in a time change. It appears that you are correct Angel, and Jeckell has changed history to suit himself.'
'What can we do about it?' asked Steve, relieved that Merlin believed them at last.
'You must try and pinpoint the moment in time when the intervention took place and cancel it out,' said Merlin. Steve slipped back into his policeman's training
'Was there anything odd about the result, was he voted for by people who wouldn't normally have supported him?'
Merlin could answer this question as the election had happened after the time change.
'Nothing as obvious as that I'm afraid, however Jeckell didn't put a foot wrong during the last few weeks running up to the vote. All politicians make some mistakes but he didn't.'
'As if with the advantage of hindsight?' pressed Steve.
'Exactly,' conceded Merlin.
'I remember a story I once read, where someone travelled back in time and gave Churchill a copy of his Memoirs. Using the knowledge from his own book, Churchill avoided making the many mistakes that he would have made. When the allies had beaten Germany, they then attacked Russia at its weakest and conquered them. This avoided the cold war that followed the original allied victory, and saved thousands of lives in the process,' said Steve.
'Unfortunately that wouldn't have worked' said Angel, 'the moment Churchill deviated from those memoirs; the memoirs would change to record the new future. The original memoirs would never have been written, so couldn't have been taken into the past.'
'So someone, it could only have been Jeckell because he was the only one with a QT device, went back in time and imparted certain vital information to his earlier self. It was this information, that was the trigger to the time change,' clarified Angel.
'KIS' said Steve suddenly.
'What now, in front of Merlin?' spluttered Angel, her face turning pink.
'Keep It Simple,' clarified Steve with a grin at her discomfiture.
'We ask Jeckell about it, when he tells us we go back in time and interfere.'
'Just like that? What makes you think he will tell us,' she asked.
'That's where the plan comes in.'
'What plan?' asked Angel and Merlin together.
'The one we are about to come up with of course,' he answered cheekily.
In the end the plan was simple, no amount of security was protection against a QT. They planned to jump into Jeckell's bedroom, grab him and jump out. That was their priority; their second priority was to grab the QT if they saw it.
There was a small problem to overcome, Jeckell normally slept alone. Being paranoid, there was always one of his most trusted Storm Troopers standing just inside his doorway guarding his sleep. Its military boost could probably enable it to interfere with, or possibly stop the planned snatch.
The only time the Storm Trooper wasn't in the bedroom with Jeckell, was when he was entertaining a young lady.
'This seems like the right time to deploy my secret weapons' said Angel. She took a deep breath, and brought the said weapons to Steve's attention.
Jeckell was a very happy man; he was PM of GB and the most powerful man in the world. He had achieved the first two tasks on his "to do" list. The B.T.O. was disbanded, and the time agents were being recalled from their various missions. As they returned their QT's would be confiscated.
He had then signed an executive order, increasing the British Army to one thousand Storm Troopers. This would take some time, as new soldiers had to be recruited trained and then modified, to become the efficient killing machines that were the British Storm Troopers.
Still all in all things were going well, and he was pleased with himself. Jeckell wasn't an insane man; he sincerely believed that his plan was the right plan for the world. The world order had crumbled, and it was Britain's historical duty "to put things right."
One of the perks of the job seemed to be that lovely young women, who at one time would have ignored him, now fawned over him. He licked his thin lips in anticipation; at the thought of the special young lady he was entertaining tonight. She was absolutely stunning, tall, beautiful, raven black hair and breasts with nipples that could poke a man's eyes out.
He had met her at a party for the rich and powerful. Her name was Gloria, and she was the daughter of some ambassador. She had been honoured to meet him, and she had found him charming and very sexy. She looked vaguely familiar to him and when he asked if they had met before, she told him that she was always being photographed for magazines all around the civilised world.
She was escorted through the corridors of No. 10 to his bedroom, by his own personal guard. Jeckell was sitting on a settee at the side of the room, attempting to look debonair in his dressing gown.
'Hawk, how lovely to see you again,' she breathed sexily as she walked into the room followed by his guard.
He swelled up at hearing her nickname for him. She had said that Peregrine was too difficult a name for her to remember, so she would call him "Hawk" instead.
'Hello again Gloria, sorry about the guard but one cannot be too careful these days. He will have to search you for weapons I'm afraid.
'No problem Hawk, I will make it easy for him,' she tittered. To his stunned eyes she seemed to shrug, and her black silk sheath dress slid to the floor. She stood there completely naked and unconcerned;
'Look no guns,' she giggled.
Spreading her arms, which had the effect of raising her breasts, she turned slowly on the spot to expose every inch of her perfect body to his hungry gaze. Through his lust, he noticed that the guard seemed to be leering at his woman.
'Get out No.1,' he snapped.
The guard, conditioned to obey orders without question; left the bedroom and closed the door.
'Aren't you going to search me?' Gloria pouted; she turned her back on him and bent over exposing her naked bottom to him. He could see between her legs, and realised that her pubes were completely hairless. Any coherent thought that might have warned him of danger; was washed away in a flood of testosterone as he became painfully erect.
He stood up as if in a daze and found himself being pulled as if by some strange magical force, towards her perfect buttocks. His hands reached out ahead of him, and were within a second of slipping between her legs, when he sensed a dark presence materialise beside him. Steel handcuffs were snapped around his wrists in a well practised manner. He felt a slight prick on his wrist, and before he could shout for help the room vanished.
Jeckell woke up with his ears assailed by a cacophony of noise, and strange and exotic smells wafting into his nostrils. He was hanging upside down from the branch of a tree. He could feel a warm breeze caressing his body; he could feel it because he was completely naked. His head hurt, he felt groggy and very, very vulnerable.
Angel sat on the ground beneath him, ' Howdie, diddley, doody, Hawk, remember me? Caligula's party, your party, we always seem to be meeting at parties don't we.'
Seeing his confused look she said ' Let me show you a trick.'
As he watched her hair faded from raven black to blond,
'It's me, I nearly got you at Caligula's remember?'
jeckell shook his head to clear it and snarled,
'So you appear to have got me now, are you going to kill me or what?'
'Hard to say, lots of variables, depends you know.' She replied airily.
'On what for God's sake, why am I upside down in a tree?'
'From PM to party snack,' she replied enigmatically.
'Party snack?' he queried worriedly.
'For him,' Angel said pointing to one side of the clearing.
Jeckell looked in that direction and almost wet himself. Lifting up out of a stand of fernlike trees; was the unmistakable head of a T-rex. It seemed to sniff the air, then lowered back out of sight.
'Where am I?' he whispered.
'Jurassic, just below my ledge, remember? You popped in a while ago when you were playing with Steve's QT.'
'Let me down before it smells me.' Jeckell whispered urgently.
'Here's the deal, tell me when and where you met yourself, and I will let you down.'
'I don't know what you're talking about, I have never met myself.'
'How did you get the information that you used to win the election?'
'Out of my head of course, I woke up one morning and my course of action was clear. Nobody helped me win the election I did it all on my own.'
Angel was puzzled, he seemed to be telling the truth, Merlin was out of sight monitoring Jeckell's bio's; and so far had indicated that he believed what he was saying.
'OK what morning was this then, I need the exact date.'
Jeckell had a good memory for things like this, and did indeed know the exact date of his revelation. However he wasn't going to tell them what they wanted to know.
'It was a Monday morning, ten days before the election.'
'At last, a barefaced lie,' exclaimed Angel with glee, 'now we're getting somewhere.'
Merlin's monitoring had shown increased levels of stress, indicating a lie. Out of the corner of is eye Jeckell saw T-rex again lift out of the trees, as if drawn by the sound of their voices.
He froze as best he could, considering the fact that he was dangling in the air. To his immense relief, after looking around suspiciously the T-rex again sank down into its hiding place. He noticed with dismay, that Angel was stacking piles of raw meat onto the ground directly beneath him.
Jeckell could smell the sickly sweet odours from the bloody meat, wafting up to his nose. If he could smell it, he was sure that the T-rex would soon.
'What are you doing?' he hissed, 'that will bring that monster over here if it smells it.'
'Tell me Jeckell, at the end of the day did you visualise yourself having a State Funeral, and being buried at Westminster Abbey with all the other great leaders?' Angel said, reaching up with her bloody hands and securing him to the tree so he couldn't swing around.
'Why not?' he replied aggressively, 'a State Funeral is the least they could do for the man who restored the British Empire.'
'Look over there Jeckell, see that big pile of dinosaur dung? That's where you are going to end up, if you don't tell me the exact time and place of your epiphany.'
'You wouldn't dare he blustered.'
'As you know we have a bio scanner on you, we will know if you are telling the truth, and if you are we will rescue you. If not then you become dino dung.'
Angel looked behind Jeckell, in the direction of the stand of trees in which T-rex was lurking.
Taking a deep breath she yelled out
'Hoi T-rex, come and get me if you think you're hard enough.'
Jeckell heard the sound of trees being pushed aside, and Angel exclaimed 'Oh Fuck me,' and ran into the trees, on the opposite side of the clearing from whence the commotion was coming.
Tied securely to the trunk of the tree, he couldn't see behind him. He could hear a rumbling crashing noise getting closer. His heart almost stopped with fear, as the scaly nose of the Dinosaur rubbed against his naked back. He was Peregrine Jeckell, War Minister of Great Britain, he was not going to end up in a pile of dinosaur dung.
'Friday night, six days before the election,' he screamed in terror.
Merlin nodded to Angel confirming the truth of Jeckell's confession. Jeckell meanwhile could feel the foul smelling teeth of T-rex scraping down his back, as it prepared to bite into his helpless body.
'Help me, Help me, you promised to rescue me.' He screamed in anger at their betrayal.
'Oh yes, I did didn't I,' said Angel stepping forward into the clearing.
'Hoi, T-rex you ugly fucker, heel boy,' she shouted pointing to her side as if the killer Dinosaur was a dog. With a last nudge at his naked bottom, the head of T-rex moved directly into Jeckell's sight.
It was fearsome, bloody toothed and it was just a head. Steve was holding it up on a long branch, like a gruesome Halloween lollypop.
'Here's one she killed earlier,' he quipped with a smile.
'What do we do with him now?' asked Steve.
'We leave him on the ledge with some provisions, and get on with things' she replied.
'He'll be safe enough there, until things are back to normal.'
Jeckell was left naked on Angel's sunbathing ledge, fifty feet above the lake and any dangerous predators.
'Again I ask, what do we do now?' repeated Steve.
'Let me think about this, said Angel. She explained that they couldn't go downtime of the dream, to stop it happening. If they did that, then all that they had just done couldn't have happened. They had to base their actions, on information they now had from Jeckell.
'We cannot stop the "Future Jeckell" from whispering his information, because he has already whispered it.'
'I had a good dream the other night' said Steve.
'What was it about?' asked Angel curiously.
'I can't remember because that was the night that you woke me up by...' Steve whispered in her ear, and she went red at the recollection of that particular night.
'So what we need to do is to give him a better dream, to overwrite the dream the his future self gave him.' Angel said thoughtfully.
'I wonder what sort of dream would work?' said Steve scratching his head in mock bafflement.
A few seconds after "Future Jeckell" left the bedroom Angel jumped in and approached the bed. Jeckell was sleeping with a small smile on his face, his mind full of the interesting knowledge he had just been given. Angel took her clothes off, and very quietly slipped into bed with him. She broke an aphrodisiac capsule under his nose, and allowed the fumes to be breathed in by the sleeping man.
'Peregrine, I want you, I need you, I love you' she whispered stroking his body gently. She slowly slid her naked body on top of his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. She ground her hips against his groin, until she got the primitive reaction she required.
He was moaning in lust, as he dreamed that a naked woman was rubbing herself over his naked body. She wanted him, she needed him, she loved him. It was Miss Anderson, she was thinking of him and playing with herself. She was now rubbing her naked body over his; he had been spying on her through a hole in her bedroom wall.
She spotted him and dragged him into bed, where she had her wicked way with him. Angel's implant could hear his sub vocalised moans of passion, and the name Miss Anderson predominating. With a last fondle of his erect Member of parliment, she slid off him and picking up Steve's QT from the side of the bed jumped out.
Peregrine Jeckell woke up that morning with an enormous erection. He had just had the most erotic dream, and he clearly remembered that it was about his old school teacher Miss Anderson. He vaguely remembered someone calling him Periwinkle, but that must have been Miss Anderson in her passion. He staggered out of bed and into the bathroom to relieve himself.
Angel had jumped downtime from Jeckell's bedroom, to meet Steve in the Jurassic. Merlin had calculated that being that far downtime, they should be safe from any Time Change. He gave her a big hug, when she materialised next to the remains of their T-rex.
She handed him his QT, and asked how Jeckell was doing. Looking up at the ledge they saw that it was empty. Angel visualised the office of the director of the B.T.O. Cameron McDonald looked up in surprise, as Agent Angela Black appeared in his office. Behind her like her dark shadow, was Steve.
'Hello Director, who's PM these days?' she asked seriously. Cameron Mc Donald looked at her closely; he could tell from her body language that the answer to the question was important to her.
'Marcus Armstrong, is PM last I heard' he replied.
'How about Jeckell? What position does he hold?' she asked.
'Peregrine Jeckell is just a Minister without portfolio, may I ask why you are concerned about information that is public knowledge?'
'I invite you to scan my implant recorder to explain my actions,' said Angel formally. The director picked up a small device from his desk, and placed it against her forehead. After a second it beeped, he then sat down and placed it against his own forehead and closed his eyes. The device transferred her last few day's worth of information, into his brain.
'A Time Change, Peregrine Jeckell as PM, B.T.O. disbanded, Storm Troopers increased one hundred fold,' he muttered as the information was absorbed by his brain.
'Well Agent Black, it seems that keeping you on as a freelance Time Agent was a prudent decision on my part,' he said smiling at her.
'Well done, we will keep a close eye on Peregrine Jeckell from now on. Apparently he was tipped to be the War Minister, but the last few days before the election he seemed to have lost his focus and upset a few people and was overlooked.'
Angel smiled at the Director, and saying a polite goodbye jumped back to Steve's home.
'All's well that ends well,' quoted Steve as he made himself a cup of tea.
'Can I try a cup please?' asked Angel. Steve almost dropped his cup in surprise, 'Certainly dear, one lump or two?'
Angel looked down at her chest, ' Two lumps please,' she said with a wicked grin.
Sitting at the table Steve decided to ask Merlin a few questions.
'Merlin old friend are you free?'
'I'm free,' said the old wizard appearing opposite him.
'I'm just a stupid cave man compared to you and Angel, can you tell me what happened to Jeckell on the ledge?'
The old man thought for a few seconds, which was the equivalent of months of thought for a human mind.
'I could take you through all the latest theories concerning String, Bubble, and Alternate Universes.
Jeckell may still be on that ledge just a nanosecond out of synchronicity with our Universe. The phenomenon we label a Time Change could be a Tachyon Cascade similar to a line of dominoes hitting each other.
It could just as easily be the hand of God, moving us about a playing board as the ancient Greeks believed. The short answer is I do not know.' Concluded the most powerful brain in the known world.
'I don't know either,' agreed Steve, sipping his tea.
'Time for bed,' said Angel.
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Hard time 3 By: Beefy the Bull -Prequel to 'Hard time'
Note: this story contains my favorite Characters, but is non-cannon with their main story line, and I don't much like the poor way I portray them in this story, they are much kinder, and really just two great and honest bulls.
A bar fight. Nothing more, a drunk punched 'the faggot bull'. Magnum turned him in to a pulp. The drunken man died that night in the hospital, and four months later, the judge sentenced him to life without parole in court.
Magnum knew he could handle it, he also knew Beefy wouldn't be able to. After six months the relation was strained, Beefy started to unravel more and more, faster and faster, he was bad at caring for himself, he lost weight, he didn't talk to anyone other than Magnum, and their only contact was the once a month visit, and only for a hour. Magnum watched helplessly as his lover changed in to a confused and lonely bull, desperate for attention. Magnum felt terrible, as it was his fault, being so reckless had gotten him put in jail, and now the one that truly had to suffer was Beefy. For Magnum prison wasn't that bad, he was mostly board, and lonely without his little buddy. They wrote letters profusely. Writing a letters back to Beefy consumed most of his time, with not much else to do it wasn't a problem... yet.
Until Magnum started to fall for his cell mate, a human that was in for 'embezzlement' apparently that was what they called it when you were a political enemy of the state. Magnum finally had a sexual outlet, and some one that understood him. And he was smart too- Not that Beefy was dumb, he just wasn't... the brightest... Beefy didn't know, he didn't need to, it would just hurt him, to know that Magnum was with someone else.
If things weren't bad enough, Magnum suffered a great blow, one that destroyed his ability to take care of Beefy, after his celly was murdered, he wasn't able to emotionally care for the other bull, how could he when his own heart hurt so? Stricken by grief, his letters to Beefy slowed to a trickle, then stopped. Mag's sorrow turned to hatred for the murders, he would have vengeance. Mag stopped having visitors, when he no longer had time to deal with Beefy, fighting a prison gang that numbered in the hundreds was a twenty-four-seven thing, he didn't have time for stupid stuff like that...
Mag decided to fight fire with fire- he formed a gang of the toughest and cruelest criminals. Men that had no remorse for killing were to weak. No, he wanted ones that would enjoy it - like he did when he killed the man whom took his cellmate's life. That was how the gang got its name: "Sadists"
Beefy was devastated, when the guard told him his lover didn't want to see him anymore. He was a wreck until that day, but after that moment he was destroyed, not even a shadow of his former self. After three weeks of confinement in the apartment where he lived, he decided he had to act, he had to see his lover. Taking one of Magnum's old guns, he shot and killed a random old man on the streets, and sat smiling next to the body- gleeful that soon he would see his love.
Between hearings, court, and transfers to and from a hospital for the criminally insane, Beefy r Beef as they now called him-had to wait three years before he finally would see his love, his idol, the only person, the only thing in the world that mattered to him. His time in prison and the hospital left a undeniable mark on the bull, tormented, and tormenter, he was a nightmare to himself and others.
Years later-
Today! Today was the day! He would see Magnum for the first time in almost three years! He dreamed and planed this day out. Every moment, his every word, his every action, had been the focus of his entire being for years and the moment was at hand! Beef sat smiling in the bus that was transferring him to the maximum security penitentiary. Sitting in the orange jumpsuit, he was an odd spectacle, his horns sawn off ( in the psyche-ward he was considered a danger to himself and others, and the horns had to go.) and rocking back and forth rhythmically, he could hardly hold in his excitement. When the bus stopped he complied whole heartedly with the guards, following their orders to the letter- he needed to be good in order to get transferred in to the same cell with Magnum- yes, that was the plan. And after a few weeks of good behavior, begging the warden, and wheedling the mental health professionals, he had managed to get the transfer of his dreams, he shook with excitement, after three years, twenty three days and seven hours, and thirty four minutes- he was finally going to be reunited with Magnum! As the guards walked him down the cell block, he smiled broadly, he couldn't hear anything, the walls seemed to glow, and he felt warm, warm like he had when Magnum had held him last- That was exactly three years, twenty three days, seven hours, and thirty minutes ago. He stopped, oblivious to the world around him, watching the door in front of him waiting for it to open to reveal his reward. All his careful planning came to this! The door opened, in shock he stepped in and the guards uncuffed him, and there! There Magnum stood before him, mere feet away, he could smell the familiar smell, he knew his every word in advance, He was with Magnum! As the door closed behind him he stepped closer to his lover, and called to the still figure standing with his back to him.
" M-Magnum!" Beef excitedly called out.
Mag turned, his expression flat, as he eyed the small bull suspiciously.
" The name's Mag." he coldly informed Beef.
Beef was put off some, but ultimately undeterred, he leapt to his lover, and hugged him, he wanted to smell the white bull, that was one of the things he missed the most.
But as he touched Mag, the white bull pushed him back hard, and threw a powerful punch, landing in the center of Beef's chest, he fell and hit the floor, shocked. What had happened just now?
" Don't touch me like that bitch!" the white bull yelled angrily, and tuned away, laying down on his bunk, uninterested in the brown bull.
Beef was destroyed by the words, he didn't bother to get up from the floor, instead he curled his legs close and cried quietly on the cold concrete floor for the rest of the day, and through the night. It had all gone wrong, what was wrong with himself? Why had he destroyed his relation by angering Mag? Why was he such a worthless piece of trash compared to him? His heart hurt so badly, both from the punch and the words. Through the night the cold concrete talked to him. It whispered things in his ear, it told him what to do. He thanked the concrete, whispering his thanks, and kissing it, giving it a quick peck... he didn't want Mag to get angry with him. Smiling he lay there and waited for morning.
Mag was confused inside, a lost love retuned, but neither of them were the same, Mag knew he was a monster now, Magnum was gone. He looked at the gang tattoos on his arms and realized, what they had once was gone too. He didn't have feelings like he use to, he didn't care like he use to. He wasn't weak anymore.
When the guards opened the cell doors the next morning, Beef was ready, the two bulls and a few other prisoners were lead to the showers and as they stripped and showered, Mag watched him some, and Beef noticed the white bull getting an erection, now was the time to move. He turned his back to the white bull, and bent over.
"Mag, I need you!" he lusted, humiliating himself, but for a good cause.
The other prisoners mocked him but he paid no heed to them, soon Mag would take him, and reawaken his love. The cell floor had told him to give himself sexually to the white bull, an offering to reawaken his God's love. The cell floor was smart... no Beef thought, the cell floor wasn't smart, it had just spent a lot of time with Mag, and knew what he wanted. Yes that was right. He smiled, so glad to have listened to its advice.
" You little slut!" Mag bellowed, grinning cruelly. Roughly he put his hands on beef's hips and took him, it was quick and impersonal, but that didn't matter, he would remember their love now! When the other bull finished with him, he pulled out and rinsed off. Beef turned around smiling, and he wanted to fall in to the grasp of the white bull. Mag's second rejection hurt more than the first... maybe he needed to give it some time, he thought as he watched Mag talking with the other five prisoners in the shower. Mag tuned and smiled at him! That was it! It was working! But wait, why was he leaving? Then the other men seized him, four of the men grabbing his limbs, the other standing before him, they were strong too- working out in the prison gym every day for years did that.. they forced him down to his knees, and as the fifth man stood behind him, Beef cried out to his lover:
" Magnum, Mag, help!" he struggled in the grasp of the four men.
Mag's response was his back disappearing through the shower door, leaving Beef alone with his rapists.
The cell floor had lied! No one should listen to the cell floor, it would mislead you, he thought he ought to warn everyone else about the floor and its ways, but he remembered what the doctors thought about secrets like that, no he would keep this to himself too. Just like that lamp in the doctor's office had told him to. That lamp was funny, and kind of ugly, but it told him what to say so they wouldn't give him the pills any more. What a smart lamp. Or maybe it too, was like the cell floor or that gray-and-white-moth... liars both of them... it was too soon to tell. He would have to be more careful as to what he trusted from now on.
Once the five men had their way with him, they left, letting him crawl to the corner of the shower. Depressed and confused, he knew he needed to find a good consultant. One he could trust. He would need to devise a test, to prove that whatever he consulted could be trusted. And he would need to administer the test several times randomly..yes. And think! They all thought he was insane! Insane people weren't this smart.. no he was quite sane, he was certain of that.
Later, in the prison yard he considered the last few days. His only success was Mag fucking him twice. It was a good start. But the white bull wouldn't talk to him ther than to tell him to stop talking to things. he had shut up, but he had wanted to tell the floor he knew that it lied to him, that he was going to warn the others if it didn't stop whispering to him at night. The gall of that dastardly thing! To try and confuse him like that, keeping him up at all hours of the night with its incessant words. He had to wait until Mag left the cell to finish talking to it.
Presently he looked around the yard, trying to find a good consultant, one that could give him good advice. Wandering around slowly, he placed his ear to various walls, doors, drains, and almost everything in the yard. It would take some time but he would succeed soon or later. Success was found three days later, when he gave up, and sat in the middle of the yard. Sitting there he lamented his in-ability to find an object that wasn't insane, and babbling incoherent words to him. But then sitting there he heard it, a faint whisper, words that spoke truths. Looking around for the source he homed in on a small pebble in the grass. At last! But he needed to be wary, lest it deceive him, like the others. He remembered his test, it was so clever.. he smiled to himself, he was always clever like that, after all he had gotten himself in to prison, with Mag for the rest of his life!
He took the pebble close to his ear, and listened intently, before he gave his test. Holding it in his open palm in front of him, he asked it-
" Why am I here?" He waited quietly for its response, its whispers twisted quietly in to a formidable response. He heard ten thousand whispering voices, deciphering it was easy for someone as smart as himself. All the voices had to be added and subtracted. He subtracted all the voices that said different things, and added all the ones that said the same thing... if he wasn't so smart, the voices probably would have driven him mad...
The pebble told him:
Demons and angles fight and shaped the stars; The wind deflected around your horns
He nodded in agreement to the words. The pebble was smart, almost as smart as him.
" Why is there blood?" he asked of the pebble.
To make fearful slaughter; to bring vitality to life it whispered in ten thousand gravelly voices.
Again the pebble proved itself. But now he was ready to spring his trap on the unsuspecting pebble:
" Why do I love Magnum?"
If the pebble was truly evil and wanted to mislead him, it would answer this one wrong. He waited.
The universe; The cosmos ; The stars
Beef smiled broadly, the pebble wasn't a liar!
" What should I do?" he asked it, still holding it in his open palm, wondering if he should have given it more time until he asked.
The deafening roar of voices filled the world around him, pushing reality, tearing it away, he floated in a scarlet void, the voices were so many the words were so strong, the pebble grew in to a spinning boulder in front of him, as he drifted around it, he wondered if he would be able to figure it out...
Fin.
End note:
Mag's sadistic bent and Beef's confused and pliable mind, bring the two close, and there love rekindles, but now as perverted form of its former beauty. And that leads up to the story: 'Hard Time 1'
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*I would like to thank my editor and those who provided me valuable feedback!*
*To the readers*: Sorry for the extended delay since Chapter 2, this story took me in a direction I was not expecting and it is much different than the draft I wrote years ago (and was very unsatisfied with). I hope you all like it, and I promise Chapter 4 will be up in a reasonable timeframe. As always, please let me know what you think!
*Chapter Three*
Belar and Taria navigated the winding forest trail in silence for quite some time. Belar could sense the fear emanating from the small priestess beside him. She had seen him unchecked, had witnessed his blood rage in full force. This was typically the point at which most people stopped associating with him. For Taria, that was not an option. *Unlucky for her,* he thought.
Belar reached down and grabbed the waterskin hanging off the side of his saddle, noticing how the priestess jumped at the unexpected motion. He sighed, took a deep gulp of water, and scanned the forest around them. Very few strands of sunlight were piercing through the weave of treetops now, and the trail they followed was so overgrown that it was almost nonexistent. Belar still recognized the area, but they were approaching the point where even he usually turned back when hunting; and Belar did not know of anyone in Lanos who hunted Blackrock Forest as deep as he.
"Are you okay?" Belar asked, breaking the silence.
Taria turned towards him and stared for a second. Fear was evident in her features and Belar was surprised at how much that pained him.
"Yes," she said finally.
"I call it the blood rage." Belar replied, answering her unasked question.
"The blood what?"
"The blood rage," he said again. "You know how it feels when your blood rushes before a fight?"
The look on her face said she hadn't the faintest clue what he was talking about.
He realized he was not explaining this to someone with combat experience and decided to try different approach, "When the dire attacked us, did your heartbeat quicken?"
"Yes," she said with a nod.
"That is your fear making your blood rush," he explained, "It can make you run faster or swing your weapon harder. Seasoned warriors know this and use it to their advantage."
Her face twisted in confusion, "But I have never seen any other—"
"Let me finish," he said, cutting her off. "Seasoned warriors understand this rush. While the name changes depending on who you are talking to, they all are referring to the same thing."
Belar gave her a moment to take in what he was saying before continuing.
"Fear is not the only thing that causes the rush, anger can as well. The difference is that when anger causes the rush, your training often disappears as well," Belar explained. "Perhaps you have heard the saying, 'An angry soldier is a dead soldier?'"
The slight widening of her eyes indicated that she had.
"Well, that is the meaning behind that saying. Each time a soldier is foolish enough to let anger control him, he invites death."
"But, you wanted me to tell you my story. You wanted to get angry..." Taria replied, trailing off as she worked to put the pieces together.
"Aye, I did. It's different for me. For me, the rush caused by my rage seems to be greater than that of others. When it happens..." Belar paused searching for the right words, "It is as if everything slows down."
"Is it..." she began hesitantly, "Is it because you're Onekyh?"
"No, I don't think so," Belar responded thoughtfully, "I have not met many Onekyh, but those I have met do not share this similarity. Most are far more beast than I though."
"Have you met any others like you?" she asked, now genuinely curious.
"If there are others, I've never met them," Belar replied.
"So this, uh, blood rage, it makes you faster, stronger?"
"Aye, it pushes my body to the limit and dulls my pain," he explained, "It is a boon in battle, but a curse in everything else."
"Why would it be a curse?"
"You saw how I reacted to your touch," he said with a sigh, "When in a blood rage, I become blinded by my fury. I will attack anything that comes close." He noticed Taria shudder, "That is why I work alone."
Belar hated the sympathy that flooded her crystal blue eyes. He turned away; he did not want her pity. They rode in silence, reflecting on what was just said. The awkward silence was broken when his stomach grumbled angrily, reminding him that it was past time to eat. He heard Taria snicker at the sound and actually smiled a little himself. It was good to hear something cheerful.
"Sounds like something else is raging," Taria jested and Belar's smile morphed into a full-fledged chortle.
He turned to see Taria wearing a wide grin and marveled at how beautiful she was; even more so now that her frown had been replaced with a smile.
"Aye, and let me tell you, a food rage is no laughing matter!"
Taria joined him in laughter. What a sight they would have made right then, two travelers cracking jokes and laughing while winding through one of the most dangerous patches of forest this side of the Nariba River.
When Belar's laughter abated a bit, he reached into the pack at his side and pulled one of the cheese wedges free. Before taking a bite, he surprised himself and offered some to Taria.
"Thank you," she said as she broke a chunk free.
Belar nodded and devoured the remainder of the wedge in three enormous bites before reaching into the pack for another. The healing potion he used earlier only accelerated the body's natural healing capabilities and the result left the user famished. He was almost done with the second wedge when Taria spoke again.
"Uhm, what should I do if you go into one of these blood rages?"
"Stay back," Belar responded between bites, "Just stay away and let it run its course."
Taria nodded, she appeared to be growing accustomed to the idea, a reaction that both earned his respect and left him speechless. Nobody, not even Francis, treated Belar the same after seeing his rage. To most people he was one step above a wild animal, something that Belar had learned to accept. Yet, somehow, Taria was not treating him in such a manner.
Trying not dwell on it, he turned his attention back to their surroundings. The vibrant green canopy from earlier was now tainted with dead branches — a sure indication that they were nearing the most dangerous portion of the trail.
Belar had only trekked this deep into the forest once before, and that had been many, many years ago, during his reckless youth. Hunters in Lanos made a living off of Blackrock Forest, and the deeper a hunter went, the more valuable the quarry. The rarity of hunters willing to venture deep inside made it so. Belar, in his infinite, youthful wisdom had deduced that the most valuable quarry must reside in the forest's heart. It was only logical. If no hunters were willing to travel there, then whatever lived inside must be worth a fortune.
The memories flooded back to him as vividly as if they had occurred yesterday. He guessed that one does not forget a day like that. He had traveled the same path they were on now, but veered towards the deepest part of the woods at a junction he and Taria would soon reach. He remembered the dry, cracked brown trees which seemed to almost grasp at anything living. He remembered wondering why the deepest part of the forest would be dying. But, what he remembered most was the smell — if death had a smell, that would be it. That smell had unnerved even his youthful naivety and within minutes he had turned back. Belar was no longer a young man, a veteran of countless battles, bar brawls, and street fights, but at no point in his life had he ever come across a smell like that again. Hell, at no point could he remember feeling fear as he felt that day.
"Belar?" Taria asked at his side, "Are you alright?"
Her voice snapped him from his daydreaming, "Aye, just remembering the last time I went this far into Blackrock," he replied and immediately regretted it when her smile disappeared.
"Was it... bad?"
"Nothing we can't handle," he lied, "Plus, we are not going the way I went."
"Good," Taria replied with relief, "How much longer do we have?"
"About two hours to reach the North woods, then an hour or two until we reach the northern edge," Belar explained. "We should reach the entrance to the caverns that the Onekyh used to inhabit before nightfall.
"Used to inhabit?" Taria interjected, her voice rising a bit.
"Yes, used to. It's not like I visit often."
"What if—"
"Then we will figure out what to do then," Belar said, halting her question.
Taria opened her mouth as if to say more, but decided against it and turned away, pain showing once more. Just as before, Belar found himself confused at how much that bothered him. "What is wrong with you?" he asked himself silently.
He was about to distract himself with another cheese wedge when the smell hit him. The smell transported him back to his youthful excursion. He felt a rare sensation building once more... fear.
Belar frantically scoured the trees lining the forest trail for any indication that whatever carried that scent had found them. They were close to the junction he had taken years ago and further into the forest than he had come at any point since. He barely noticed Taria start sniffing the air beside him.
"Wh—" Taria began, but Belar slapped his hand over her mouth.
The look on his face silenced her. When the small stone in Belar's pocket sprang to life, he knew that whatever carried that stench had found them. Belar did not even bother loosening his hammer. His instincts, honed from decades of training and combat, told him to run.
It was then that he saw them, two blazing red eyes seeming to almost dance with excitement in the darkness that lived between the dying tree branches. Belar would later swear that the roar which followed caused the ground to tremble. Taria's scream barely registered in its wake. His instincts took over.
Belar dug his heels deep into the horseflesh beneath him and felt the animal surge forward. With inhuman quickness, he snatched the reins of Taria's horse. A jolt of pain surged through his shoulder as he forced her horse to follow suit. The action almost pulled him to the ground and he knew that most men would have been unhorsed. The cracking of dying branches behind him told him that whatever owned those eyes was in pursuit.
It took every ounce of Belar's ability to guide the horses as they blazed down the winding trail. He gave thanks to Francis for getting them trained warhorses. When the trail finally straightened, he spared a glance in Taria's direction. The look on her face and the uncanny shade of white that blanketed her features unnerved him.
"SNAP OUT OF IT WOMA—" Belar began to scream as he turned his gaze in the same direction as hers.
His words came to a screeching halt. If he had thought the eyes were bad, the rest of the Amur-forsaken creature was worse. The remnants of what appeared to be a mammoth creature was bounding down the trail behind them, snapping good sized trees as it barreled through. Most of the creature's skeleton lay bare, but a few splotches of dead or dying skin somehow clung to parts of the sickly yellow bones. Those blood red eyes still seemed to dance in the blackness of two gaping eye sockets that sat above a massive jawbone rich with jagged teeth. Belar had never even heard of any creature which fit the description of what he was seeing, and whatever it was, he knew that it should have died long ago. The deathly stench it carried made perfect sense.
Had Belar still been the naive, inexperienced hunter who had traveled to this area so many years ago, he doubted he would have lived to tell the tale. Instead, instincts cultivated over the years since guided him. Those instincts pulled him from his stupor, forced his gaze back to the front, and jerked the reins of his panicked horse in time to miss a tree which had invaded the forest trail. His mind awakened once more to the tiny stone shaking furiously in his pocket. Without considering the consequences, he pulled the stone from his pocket and hurled it at the forsaken creature.
Belar had received the stone as a gift, given by a wizard he saved during a battle long ago. "It will warn you of danger," the wizard had told him, "And should the situation be dire enough, it will disintegrate with a powerful flash." The stone had repaid Belar's service to the wizard many times over in the years since, and now in its' final act, saved their lives. A moment after he sent the stone flying over his shoulder, the air around him went bright white and a soundless explosion deafened his ears. It felt as if his head had been plunged underwater. When the sensation passed, the beast's roars shook his eardrums and caused his eyes to water. Blinking away the tears, Belar did his best to focus on the trail and ensure that neither horse slowed. In reality, he doubted he could have slowed either horse at that point anyways.
His horse was the first to break. He felt the telltale tremble and knew the beast's collapse was imminent. By that point, he had regained most of his faculties and the angry roars had dissipated some time ago. Belar dug his heels into the horse's flank and yanked on the reins. The horse's head pulled to the right as the animal's left front leg buckled. As the broken animal crashed to the ground, Belar sprang off its haunches and tucked into a ball before slamming into the ground. The impact rattled his bones and sent fiery surges of pain through his body, but as he rolled to a stop, he could tell that nothing was broken. Looking up quickly, he saw Taria's horse disappear down the trail. He hoped she came to her senses quickly or he would not be bringing both sisters back.
Ignoring the pain, he shot to his feet and dashed to his now shrieking horse. He pulled his massive war hammer free and sent it arcing into the horse's skull. The piercing shrieks ended with a crunch. Unsure of how far they had traveled, he stared a moment down the trail, listening for any indication that the beast still followed. Once satisfied, he turned back to the dead horse, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and gave thanks for the animal's sacrifice. The horse had rolled, crushing one of the saddlebags. Thankfully, it had not been the bag which contained the potions. Belar salvaged what he could of the contents and secured the potions in his hunting pouch before setting off in the direction Taria's horse had fled.
The horse's path would have been easy for a novice hunter to follow. He cursed his ineptness more than once as he followed the stream of broken branches and hoof prints. "Why did I let go of her horse?" he asked himself. At every turn, he wondered if he would stumble upon the priestess' lying broken beside her dead horse. It would be his fault. The thought frightened him immensely and he did not know why. Of course he didn't *want* the woman to die, but he had seen plenty of death in his life. Why was it so important that he find *her* alive? Belar's step unconsciously quickened.
When he finally heard a horse's whinny, he breathed a sigh of relief—the horse was alive! Belar broke into a sprint. He rounded a corner in the trail and saw Taria's horse lying on its side near a tree that had grown into the trail. The bloody red mark on the tree's trunk told him much of what happened. Yet, unlike how he had imagined it, the priestess was nowhere in sight. Belar's hammer was halfway from its holster when he paused; the horse's whines were not grave enough given the circumstances. Sliding the hammer back into its holster, he knelt beside the horse and ran his hands along the beast's neck. It wasn't broken? He noticed that the horse's front leg was limp, which explained why the animal was still on the ground.
"What happened here big fella?" Belar asked with a gentle pat.
The horse snorted in response and Belar stood, scanning the area with keen eyes. The horse's tracks ended at the tree. The animal had definitely crashed into it, and yet, it was still alive? By all rights, this horse should be either dead or dying. Was it the priestess' work? There were no visible footprints on the trail beyond the tree. She had not gone that way... why? He noticed a twig hanging loosely off to his left and immediately shifted his attention to the area. The moss on the ground was also depressed. She wandered off the path and into the forest?
Belar had only taken two steps in that direction when he noticed the notch in a nearby tree bleeding sap. It looked eerily similar to what one would expect to see after pulling a dagger free. Belar's gaze swung in the opposite direction and took stock of the way the tree branches on that side of the trail were bunched closely together, far too close to be natural... an ambush? Had they already reached the northern woods? He guessed it was possible. He was not entirely sure how far they had traveled while escaping that creature. Belar was still piecing the puzzle together when he heard Taria's scream.
Perhaps it was his Onekyh blood or perhaps it was decades of hunting, but Belar could weave through the forest with unnatural quickness for a man of his size. He closed the distance between Taria's horse and her scream in less than half the time it had taken her to run it. When he reached the small clearing, he was greeted by the sight of the priestess standing with her back against a rather large tree trunk and her arms weaving quickly before her. Three men dressed in dark greens were slowly encircling her, cautious of the faint aura that was forming around her hands. A fourth man was writhing on the ground, clutching at the dagger handle protruding from his stomach. *I guess the dagger did come in handy*, Belar thought.
"Now, now, pretty," he heard the man in the center say, "We just want to play a little."
Belar was still taking stock of the situation when the man on the left moved. His hand snapped forward and Belar's eyes were barely able to pick out the tiny blade before it plunged into Taria's right thigh. The glow around her hands flickered out as the weaving ceased immediately, replaced by a shriek of pain. Belar watched aghast as the priestess crumpled to the ground.
The anger that swept through his body sent him into a blood rage greater than anything he had experienced in his tumultuous past. In the moment before rational thought ceased, Belar registered shock at how furious the sight of Taria falling made him. The roar *he* unleashed did not cause the ground to tremble, but it did stop all three men in their tracks.
The first man had not even fully turned to the new threat when his head disappeared, leaving a red mist in the massive war hammer's wake. The headless body actually kept turning for a moment before dropping to the ground, but the blur that was Belar had already passed. The second man caught a glimpse of the giant that was crashing down on him before the hammer found his chest. The last thought of his life was to wonder why he was flying backwards. The third man, to his credit, got his short sword pointed in the right direction and had started to fall into a somewhat seasoned stance when the war hammer came arcing in his direction. His mistake was his natural reaction to try and parry the blow. The war hammer slammed through the blade and then through his head, finally coming to rest at his ribcage.
The beast of a man that turned on the last highwayman, still lying on the ground, would have given even the holy knights of Lanos pause. The bandit was no longer writhing, but instead stared in wide-eyed horror at the giant methodically marching in his direction.
"Please, please don—" the man started before the thud of Belar's hammer silenced his plea.
His fury was so strong, that he actually started to walk out of the clearing and back towards the forest trail, intent on tackling the beast they had barely escaped hours ago.
"Belar?" a strained voice called out behind him, tugging at his cloudy consciousness, "Belar... don't leave..."
Belar turned towards the voice and her tear-stricken face brought him back. A flood of foreign emotions filled the void left behind. He closed the distance between them in a few strides.
"Bel... Belar," the priestess stammered, "Are you... okay?"
"Aye, the rage is passing," he replied as he knelt beside the wounded priestess.
"G... good," she replied. Without warning, the priestess wrapped her arms around his neck and locked him in a firm hug. "Thank you."
The action left Belar thunderstruck. All the fighting and training did nothing to prepare him for this. After a long moment, her grip ceased and she pulled away. Her eyes widened when she saw the tears he knew were forming in his own eyes. He quickly brushed the moisture away.
"Stupid bugs," he stated, looking away. "I, uh, suppose we should get moving."
"Yes, I suppose so." Taria replied and Belar turned back to see a hint of a smile on her face. The smirk was immediately replaced with a cringe of pain as she attempted to rise.
"Let me," he said and slid one arm under her legs and the other around her shoulders.
He lifted her with ease and turned them back towards the clearing.
"That... you... how?" the priestess sputtered as she looked across the carnage that had once been four bandits.
"I don't know," Belar responded honestly.
He could not remember the blood rage ever taking him like that. The devastation was magnificent, even by his standards. The medicine men of Athys would have been lucky to piece together a single man from the body parts that still remained. He felt the priestess' gaze on him and also felt the blood rushing into his cheeks. He set off across the bloody clearing, refusing to return the look in fear of how he would respond. Amur be damned, he was acting like a bloody stable boy!
Belar easily guided them back to where Taria's horse lay. He did his best to focus on their next course of action, but his mind was incessantly drawn to the firm, lithe woman lying in his arms. The mere touch of her arm around his neck drove him crazy, and he could not fathom why. More than once, he mentally scolded himself and commanded his mind to focus! Only to become more frustrated when his mind and body ignored the order. The whole ordeal was so mentally exhausting that he was actually relieved when they reached the trail and he finally was able to set her down.
"Let me get one of the potions," he said, turning towards her horse.
"Thank you."
He took a step towards the horse and stopped, wanting to smack himself. The potions were in his bloody pouch now! He sheepishly reached into the pouch at his waist and pulled the remaining healing potion free, hoping the priestess failed to realize his foolishness. The look on her face suggested she hadn't.
"Uh, here you go."
"Thank you," she replied again, not commenting on the oversight.
The priestess pulled the stopper free and downed the contents. Taria's eyes widened with anticipation for a moment before her tears flooded back. A face took on a resolute look and Belar watched her begin to rock back and forth. He knew that pain and he was impressed at how well she was taking it. This was a strong woman. For the first time since this all began, Belar acknowledged to himself how much he appreciated her companionship on this journey. That realization was astounding. He was a man who needed no one, and all this woman had been so far was a hindrance! Why in Amur's name would he be grateful for her presence?
Refusing to dwell on the uncomfortable thoughts, he turned to the nickering horse. Taria's horse was still one the ground and after a thorough check, he concluded the horse was lame in the front left leg. The horse would be of no further use on this journey, and he doubted it would survive long after they left. It would be a kindness to put the animal down quickly. Belar sighed and began to pull his hammer free once more.
"Wait!"
The exclamation halted the action and Belar turned towards the priestess.
"Give... give me a... moment," Taria said through clenched teeth, "I... I can see... to the animal."
The last few pieces of the puzzle slid into place. That was why the horse's neck was not broken! It had been the priestess. Belar stood there awkwardly for a moment, not really knowing how to comfort the woman or the horse. Instead, he fell back into what he did know and began a quick sweep of the immediate area. He doubted any other bandits would be present, but he needed to do *something*.
When he returned, he found the priestess was kneeling beside the horse, her hands working a complex pattern above the horse's wounded leg. Her whispering was barely perceptible from this distance and he could not make out what she was saying. His disdain for priestly magic kept him from moving any closer and he watched as she finished the ritual. When Taria's hands finally slowed, she climbed to her feet and the horse followed suit. Belar had to admit, he was impressed.
"That's useful," Belar said as he walked towards them.
A smile lit up her face in response, and Belar blushed like a stable boy for the second time that day.
"I, uh, are you okay?" he said, trying to regain some semblance of control.
"Yes, thank you again. Those men..." she trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.
The thought alone threatened to reignite his fury.
"Pitiful men. Too weak to serve in the guard and too pathetic to find honest work," Belar said with disgust.
Taria nodded and he saw the approval in her eyes, "Well, at least they will not harm anyone else."
*That was an understatement*, Belar thought.
"Can you ride?" Belar asked, nodding towards her leg.
"Yes," she replied and smoothly mounted the now upright animal as if to accentuate the point.
The horse nickered in response, apparently just as excited to be walking once more.
"Is your horse?" Taria asked, looking around.
"Gone," Belar said without emotion.
Moisture filled the priestess' eyes as she nodded solemnly, "And that... thing?"
"Gone as well."
"Wh—what was it?"
"I've no idea, but I'm guessing it is why no hunters return from deep in the forest."
He did not fault the priestess for the fear she showed as she looked back the way they had come. He was ashamed to admit that he had felt the same fear himself.
"What now?" she asked.
"Well, bandits mean we must be getting close to the northern edge," Belar explained, "If we follow the trail, it should take us out near the Onekyh's cave."
Taria nodded, "How far?"
"I am not sure," Belar shrugged, "I am not as familiar with this area of the forest."
A look of realization crossed Taria's face, "Are you okay to walk?"
"Aye, I don't usually ride through the forest anyways," Belar said with a laugh, "Tends to scare the animals."
Taria looked at him perplexed for a moment before a look of comprehension crossed her face as she remembered he often hunted these woods. To cover up the oversight, she flicked the reins on her horse and started down the trail without another word.
Belar was thankful for the silence as he struggled to come to terms with the jumble of emotions he was experiencing. The effect this woman was having on him was incomprehensible. She rode beside him, back straight and a confident look on her face. The same woman who had experienced a dire attack, survived an encounter with the forsaken beast that lived deep in this forest, and had nearly been raped and killed by bandits. Amur be damned, he was a little shaken from it all. Yet, here she sat, riding towards a cave full of Onekyh, and somehow looking confident. The whole thing left him awestruck, and Belar was a little thankful when a much more recognizable emotion began to emerge—lust.
That is not to say that Belar did not feel some guilt at his natural reaction to watching her ride. The way her legs gripped the horse, the curves of her hips, and most of all, the unmistakable bounce of her bosom as she rode. It all added up to a bulge in his trousers that was becoming more pronounced by the minute.
Belar tried to turn his attention from the priestess and refocus his attention on their journey. Thoughts of what they would do when they reached the forest's edge, how they would get into the Onekyh's cave, how they would find her sister, all flashed through his mind. Yet, it always came back to those bloody bouncing tits and worst of all, to the events of this morning. His quick glances slowly morphed into open stares. Even the priestess was not *that* oblivious to her surroundings.
"Yes?" she asked finally.
"Uh, nothing, I was just wondering, uh, how the leg was doing?" Belar asked, trying to cover his tracks.
"It's fine," Taria replied and shifted the leg around a bit as if to affirm the statement.
"Great," Belar replied and felt stupid when he failed to come up with anything else conversational.
Taria gave him a confused look, "Do you think we are getting close?"
"Aye," he replied, thankful for something to talk about, "See how the trees are thinning."
The priestess glanced around and nodded in understanding.
"If I am right, we should be getting close to a small lake. The forest's edge is only half an hour or so further."
As if on cue, they rounded a bend in the trail and spotted a lake in the clearing up ahead. Belar's chest swelled a bit.
"Wow..." Taria said with genuine surprise.
"That would be the lake," Belar bragged, acting as if he had expected it to be just around the corner all along.
"Uhm," Taria started hesitantly, "Do you... think we could stop for a moment?"
"Stop?"
"Yes, I wouldn't mind cleaning up a bit." Taria responded, somewhat abashed.
It was then that Belar became fully aware of just how bloody he was. His clothing was practically caked in both dire and bandit blood. Taria was not nearly as bad, but she had not escaped the carnage in the clearing unscathed. In reality, they looked pretty haggard, even if the priestess still somehow managed to shine through the muck.
"Good idea. I would not mind cleaning up a bit myself."
The look on Taria's face indicated that she had been planning on requesting he do just that. With that, the two travelers veered towards the lake, to do something Belar so often neglected—take a bath.
The realization hit him as Taria gracefully dismounted, the priestess was about to clean up... Did that mean she was going to disrobe? His prick immediately shot to attention and his vision fixated on the object of its desire. His devious mind also sprang into action.
"I, uh, don't think we should separate," Belar stated.
"What?" Taria responded in surprise.
"Well, this close to the forest's edge, and, uh, with the bandits..."
"Oh," Taria replied, her face darkening in thought, "I... guess that makes sense."
The priestess looked at the lake for a moment with indecision.
"Why don't you go there," she said finally, pointing to their left, "And I will go over here."
Belar nodded, "Just stay within sight. I don't want any surprises."
She nodded back, and the deep red that filled her cheeks was incredibly alluring. Belar turned towards the lake before she became aware of the noticeable bulge in his pants. When he neared the lake, he glanced in her direction and saw that she had also reached the lake's edge. He could not peel his eyes away as she pulled her tunic free. Somehow, even her bare back sent shivers through his body. He quickly shifted his gaze forward when she turned her head towards him. Amazingly, he removed his boots and blood-stained trousers before giving in to the overwhelming desire to turn back. When he did, he was rewarded with a glimpse of her naked breast as she waded into the lake. He knew then that he was going to have to take care of himself before they left the lake. He looked down at his prick, now pointing skyward. There was no way he could fight like this, and there would probably be more fighting on this journey.
Belar tugged his filthy tunic over his head and entered the lake himself. The water was cool, but even it could not diminish what looking at the priestess had started. Not a man to bathe often, he comically splashed a bit of water over himself in an attempt to clear the dried blood and dirt. All the while, his attention remained on anything but his own body. More than once, his glances were greeted by Taria also glancing in his direction. He would sheepishly turn back, a little embarrassed. That embarrassment would disappear quickly though, and the result left him sneaking another peek. After a series of glances, Belar resolved to focus on bathing and, to his credit, lasted a few minutes.
He was so focused on not peeking that he completely failed to hear Taria's approach. Her touch on his back startled him to the point that his trained reflexes kicked in and he swung around so powerfully that the priestess was sent staggering backwards. Her arms flailed against the water as she fell beneath the lake's surface. Her head reappeared a moment later and she started coughing up the ingested water.
"S—sorry," he stammered, not thinking about her nudity for the first time in quite a while.
The priestess waved her hand as if to say it was not his fault as she finished coughing. Belar began to take a step in her direction, but paused, unsure of the appropriate response. *Why did she come over here*, he silently asked himself.
"I, ahem, I'm sorry," she finally said between coughs, "I did not mean to startle you."
The realization that this woman had snuck up on him dawned on the seasoned hunter. It was his turn to blush. That blush deepened when the priestess finished her coughing fit and turned fully in his direction.
While everything was technically covered by the water, a good portion of her bosom was on display, and the rest was hinted at just below the water line. What the previous incident had done to diminish his rigid prick was immediately restored. Belar tried his best to look at her face, but failed miserably.
"I..." Taria began and slowly stepped towards him.
The action was so unexpected that Belar nearly retreated. Now he did look into her face, trying to unravel the puzzle. Her blushing, unsure expression did nothing to answer his questions. She closed to within an arm's length of his body and gently placed her hand on his bare chest. He shuddered under her touch.
"I... I want to..." she began again, "Thank you."
Belar stood there, fully confused. Her hand began to trace along one of the many scars that lined his chest.
"So many," she whispered, "Have you ever known peace?"
Belar did not respond, but he hated the moisture that returned to his eyes. This woman... what was she doing to him?
Her hand traced one of his deeper scars, earned during mercenary work protecting a rich merchant's caravan. The man who had given him the scar had ended up eerily similar to the bandits in the clearing. That memory came to a jarring conclusion as her hand left the scar and traversed downwards.
"I thought..." Taria whispered, "I thought I might... uhm, say thank you by doing... doing what we did earlier."
Belar shuddered when her hand reached his nearly bursting cock and her soft fingers wrapped around the flesh. It occurred to him that maybe the beast in the forest had killed them after all and now he was simply dreaming.
"I mean... only if, uhm, if you want to?" Taria finished, blushing profusely and sounding more unsure of herself by the minute.
That got his attention, "I would like that," he replied, instantly cursing the banality of his response.
Taria must not have felt the same because her hand slowly worked its way up his cock and then back down. After all of his daydreaming in the past half hour, the sensation felt heavenly. Her hand pumped his cock a few more times before traveling upwards to find his own hand. Belar allowed himself to be led from the lake and watched as her intoxicating body emerged from to water's surface. He was finally privy to the priestess in all her glory.
When they reached dry land, the priestess turned back towards him and Belar's breath caught. Her hand was still in his and she made no effort to cover herself. Every curve was on full display and for the first time in his life, Belar simply stared at a naked woman slack-jawed. Those sparkling blue eyes locked on his and she gave him the slightest smile. Belar's heart was now pounding harder than when his rage was in effect. He felt her hand slip from his and watched dumbfounded as she dropped to her knees before him. The scene was nothing like what had happened earlier that day.
Those soft hands found his manhood once more and he quivered under their touch. The emotions funneling through his body were all new and he did not understand their implications. He was simply left gawking at the beautiful woman kneeling before him. For the second time that day, those lovely lips wrapped around his cock and took him in. Taria needed no instruction this time as she sucked along the shaft and slowly traversed back to the tip. Belar was moaning audibly long before the first repetition was completed and grunted when the flesh disappeared into her mouth once more.
He was enthralled; her full lips gliding along his cock, the sway of her hair as her head bobbed back and forth, and the bounce of her naked breasts below it all. Powerful sensations wracked his body. He was not a man who courted women, nor was he a man whom he felt women desired. The only sex Belar had was sex he paid for, and not with the prostitutes men craved, but with the ones who had reached the point where they would accept his offer. So, to have a woman, especially this woman, choose to do this was riveting. Standing there, experiencing a level of passion that had always been absent from his previous encounters, Belar came to the realization that he wanted more.
"Errgh, st—stop," he grunted.
As his cock slipped from between those soft lips and the glorious sensation halted, Belar cursed his bloody emotions.
"Is... is something wrong?" Taria said, looking up at him and wiping saliva from her chin with the back of her hand.
The part of Belar that he knew, he understood, demanded that he push his cock back into her warm mouth and let this gorgeous woman finish what she started. Belar suppressed that part and instead took her hand, guiding the priestess back to her feet.
"I don't," he halted for a second, "I don't want it to just be about me."
Taria looked at him in obvious confusion, and it was Belar's turn to shock her by leaning down and kissing her. At first her lips remained rigid, but she did not pull away. After a moment, they began to respond in kind and he felt her hands slide around him. Everything was a haze. Somewhere along the way they found the ground. When their lips finally split, Belar was leaning over her prone body. Without a word, he kissed his way down her neck and nestled between her lovely breasts. He felt Taria shiver as his lips worked across each luscious mound and traced circles around her nipples. Belar smiled at the shudder he invoked when he finally flicked his tongue across the nipple's firm nub. He continued to play with her tits for a time, not entirely sure who was enjoying the experience more.
By the time Belar reluctantly shifted his attention from Taria's firm breasts, moans of pleasure were regularly escaping her lips. He continued his trek across her taut stomach and into her womanhood. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and her body welcomed his attention. Belar's tongue slid along her widening flower a few times before finding its way back to the sensitive tip.
"Oh, oh!" he heard her exclaim in response to his tongue finding her clit.
Belar slowly traced a path around nub with his tongue before teasing her a bit by flicking the tip of his tongue lightly back and forth across the surface. That earned him another exclamation and her hands found their way to the back of his head. Her fingers began to burrow into his hair and he felt the pressure from their grip pushing his head further between her legs. He decided he had teased her enough and began to fully swirl his tongue across her clit. The motion elicited a primal moan.
"Oh, oh, OH" he heard her gasp, "Yes, oh yes!"
Belar did not relent when her legs clamped against his head or he felt her shudders begin.
"YES, OH, OH, OH YES!" Taria practically screamed, giving into the sensations.
The hands on his head were no longer pressuring him into her womanhood, but were outright demanding it. He felt her shudders morph into full body convulsions and Taria's hips lifted from the ground to push herself against his tongue, demanding more. Belar was all too happy to oblige.
"OH, OH MY, AMUR BE BLESSED!" the priestess screamed with a lustful passion.
Her shudders slowed as her orgasm peaked and Belar felt her strong legs finally loosen their grip on his head. His gaze shifted upwards, past two mountains heaving erotically, and took in the look of complete satisfaction evident on her face. Taria seemed content at the moment to lay there, her eyes closed, breathing heavily, and allowing the residual tremors to course through her body. Belar found enjoyment in the glow that she exuded and lost himself in the moment.
When those crystal blue eyes reappeared, Belar awakened and without a word, began his slow trek back up her body. Sweat glistened on its surface, hinting at the intense pleasure a moment before. Quivering hands slid down to his cheeks and guided his face towards hers. The satisfaction was still evident in her features, but he also saw tears. Before Belar could even ask the question, Taria pulled his head towards her and kissed him deeply. All questions evaporated under that kiss and Belar unconsciously moved fully between her legs. His cock found its way to her womanhood, and they were still lost in the embrace as it slid into the inviting opening.
Belar did register the resistance he hit, but having only experienced tavern whores in the past, he was unaware of what it meant and pushed past. He heard the priestess gasp and broke from their kiss. A tear had escaped her left eye. Taria closed her eyes and guided his lips back to hers, an action he readily accepted. His cock was now fully within her and the sensation was beyond any he had known before. Her womanhood seemed reluctant to let go of him as he slowly pulled away, and then greedily devoured him when he plunged back inside. The flood of pleasure that jolted through his body sent him to new heights. It was his turn to moan.
Somewhere in the process, Taria's legs worked their way around his lower body and began to accentuate each thrust. Coherent thought disappeared and Belar was a slave to the pleasure. Each thrust was a gift. When Taria's soft hands left his head to scratch a path along his back, Belar shivered with excitement. This was so much more powerful than anything the tavern whores had done. No man could have lasted long and the surge started all too quickly. Belar finally broke free from those mesmerizing lips and grunted.
"UHHHH!" he gasped and pushed fully into her, releasing his seed in a series of vigorous spurts.
Belar remained in a carnal haze until the intense waves of pleasure slowed. When he opened his eyes, he found Taria staring back at him, looking exhausted, but smiling. They were still fully connected and Belar found immense comfort in the feeling.
"I—" he began, but Taria silenced him with a brief kiss.
"That was beautiful," she said, "Let's leave it at that."
Belar laughed and shook his head, "I don't understand women."
It was Taria's turn to laugh and it was music to his ears.
"Says the Onekyh, blood raging, whatever you are," Taria replied and Belar laughed even harder.
They were still laughing like fools as they disentangled themselves and lay beside one another, lost in the moment. Belar's mind unfortunately found its way back to reality and he realized that what he was feeling would not last. The sobering thought saddened him. He turned to see Taria staring at the sky, apparently having similar thoughts.
"Do you think she is dead?" Taria asked without looking at him.
"No," Belar answered.
"I don't... I don't know if I could bear her being dead..."
The tears returned and Belar watched a teardrop slid free and trickle down her cheek. He wanted to wipe it away, but remained motionless.
"I'm sorry," Taria said, finally turning to look at him. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this."
The look of anguish on her face shattered what remained of the surreal experience.
"Don't be," Belar said without hesitation.
"But—"
Belar cut her off, "She will be at the cave and we will bring her back."
His tone of voice silenced her and she turned back to the sky. He watched as a resolute look returned to her face and remained silent when she started to rise. Even the gravity of the situation did not make him immune to the naked body moving beside him. He soaked in every bounce and sway with stark admiration. As she brushed the loose grass from her backside, she noticed his gaze.
"We need to get moving," she told him, hands on her hips and looking down at him.
"Can't blame a man for admiring the view," Belar replied with a wide grin.
The response elicited a blush and the look she gave him held more than a bit of the Taria he had grown accustomed to earlier. Belar decided not to press his luck and climbed back to his feet as well, his eyes never leaving her body as she made her way back to her clothes. At that moment, his mind was a mush of emotions that he did not understand. He was certain of one thing however; he would die for this woman. Her sister had better be alive and well or he would kill every Onekyh in that cave.
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Revenge Can Wait Notes: Again, I'm too lazy to thoroughly edit this. Sorry if there are a lot of random mistakes. Hopefully it won't interrupt the reader's flow D 3rd chapter to the series. Enjoy! Fires burned, singeing left and right. The sweltering heat from the flames blurred the cub's vision, desperately seeking his parents. The deafening roar of the lycan werewolf reverberated throughout the burning village; his shadow displaying his head high in the air with his arms outstretched, his mane blowing in the night wind. A coyote picked up the bewildered cub into her loving arms, whispering her firm, yet silky voice into his ear. "Stay away from the lycan werewolves! They're menaces. Don't worry little one, I will take you away to safety from their wrath" the coyote said. The cub didn't feel anger like he did before. Like he was supposed to. She was oblivious of the secret pact between the high members of their pack with the lycan werewolves. They weren't the enemies, the behemoth were. Suddenly, a beastly figure shadowed over the cub. He only stared at the enemy, his eyes enraged with absolute vehemence. The behemoth snarled at the cub before snatching the cub with his teeth violently. - Ta'hrekk rapidly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. Sweat trickled down his maroon face as he frantically turned his head in every direction to scan the surroundings. 'A nightmare,' Ta'hrekk thought, 'a strange one indeed'. It was a modified memory of the day his parents were slaughtered, except he had the knowledge that the lycan werewolves did not kill them; the behemoth did. 'I will surely revenge my parents.' He was on a familiar bed that fit oddly with the dark, mysterious cavern around him. Lanterns lined the rock walls with only a single dresser that stood near the doorway that led outside the room. The coyote tried to remember where he was and why, until he saw a splash of white liquid on the wall behind him, as well as crumpled sheets that looked soaked, laid on the floor beside him. The far left of the room were shackles that once held the maroon canine earlier. Ta'hrekk felt sore around his rump as tingling sensations traversing like electricity back and forth through his rectal walls. His memory flickered in. Both the snow wolf and the blue werewolf had sodomized him the night before; one filling him with his glory, the other soaking his fur with his brand of seed. Ta'hrekk groomed himself, still tasting the magnificent mix of all three of their liquids. He figured he fell asleep before washing himself. With Rjeyk and Kreivan were nowhere to be seen, Ta'hrekk got out of the bed, feeling a warm fluid trickle out of his hole that trickled heavily on the floor. 'Great,' he thought, 'I really have to wash myself now. Damn, that werewolf really fucked himself dry, filling me to the brim'. The coyote slowly peeked out of the room, only wearing string around his waist with a tawny-furred cloth that wrapped around his underside. 'Kreivan probably did that while I was sleeping.' The living room was even stranger than the bedroom. It didn't seem to suit the lifestyle of a typical werewolf. Lanterns surrounded the circular room with an unusual type of writing painted on the wall. The center of the room laid a large Persian rug with its symmetrical collage of flowers and symbols sewn meticulously together. Leather couches surrounded the centerpiece with a marble fireplace at one side. A medieval type kitchen was openly to Ta'hrekk's left with a stove, cupboards, and a fridge. The room had a horrible décor as the themes clashed heterogeneously together. The coyote looked at a picture on the fridge: a human family. 'No wonder. It seems Kreivan has done some professional stealing.' Ta'hrekk was parched. He walked to the kitchen looking for something warm to drink in the chilly room. During his scouting adventures, Ta'hrekk often watched the interesting humans use their technology in daily life. The tools they used were fascinating, yet life would still be possible without them, which was why most anthropomorphs stuck to a traditional way of living. Rummaging through the covers, the thirsty coyote found a hot water bath used in scientific experiments. 'This werewolf is odder than I imagined,' Ta'hrekk chuckled to himself as he opened the bath to reveal several cups of liquid kept warm by the water. He opened the fridge to pour himself a glass of cow's milk before placing it in the bath to warm it up. 'If Kreivan really likes human technology, I wonder why he doesn't have a microwave,' Ta'hrekk wondered as he saw a magazine in front of him on the counter. It had the title Playboy printed large on the cover. Heh, that explains how Kreivan gets his mass loads of stored semen from. Ta'hrekk chuckled as he turned the pages of the magazine, learning much about the human female anatomy. He mindlessly grabbed a warm flask out of the water bath boiling beside him and swigged its contents while staring sheepishly at the images. It tasted sweet and viscous, warming Ta'hrekk's insides. 'Oh shit.' He had picked up the wrong flask. He had just swallowed a nice cup of werewolf cum. The effects of the natural aphrodisiac struck Ta'hrekk hard, his eyes dilating and his mouth salivating. Suddenly wanting more, the coyote chugged another glass of the thick, white substance, licking his lips greedily. 'Control yourself. Don't get aroused again'. His hopes were miserably shattered. "Hey Ta'hrekk, you know where the towels are? I just took a shower and Kreivan seemed to have misplaced them. He's out looking for herbal medicine for our journey by the way. I've decided. I'm going with you to whoop those sonf-a-bitch behemoth. Revenge is a dish best shared cold" the snow-white wolf winked as he continued to drip water all over the floor, "after Kreivan comes back, we'll set off. I know Ciriansis pretty well, so I'll help you find their hideout. Eh? What's wrong?" The coyote hung his mouth agape, his tongue panting out of his mouth. He was looking directly at Rjeyk's crotch which hung tightly wrapped in a jaguar-furred loincloth. The wolf stood in front of the door to the bathing room, his white fur soaked head to toe with water. He did not have his usually headdress on or his necklaces, though the black markings on his chest, face, arms, and legs glistened from his muscular body in the candlelight. Rjeyk noticed white liquid lined around Ta'hrekk's maw. 'Oh shit.' The maroon coyote hurled himself towards the Rjeyk, as the wolf frantically dashed forward to retrieve his staff with hopes of freezing the horny Ta'hrekk. Instead, he was tackled hard onto the carpet, a menacing looking coyote firmly pinning down the helpless wolf. Rjeyk struggled to writhe himself out of Ta'hrekk's grip before noticing a flask held tightly by his dominator. Rjeyk froze. "Ta'hrekk...put that down." He begged. The coyote began grinding his bulge against Rjeyk's, awarded with small moans from the wolf. While Rjeyk's mouth was open, Ta'hrekk quickly shoved the mouth of the flask into the wolf's muzzle, pouring its thick contents. Rjeyk refused to swallow. Ta'hrekk then slid his bulging loincloth sharply up Rjeyk's, forcing a gasp from the wolf. Rjeyk began choking as the werewolf seed slid uncomfortably down his throat. Ta'hrekk rubbed down Rjeyk's throat, soothing the white wolf as he began to obediently drink the thick liquid. Ta'hrekk impatiently ripped both loincloths off of both of them as Rjeyk's deep, blue eyes began to lighten its shade and dilate. The coyote thrust his sheath, grinding it along with Rjeyk's. The repeated motions quickly made their cocks emerge from its hiding, erect and already dribbling with pre. "Let's try something different." Ta'hrekk panted, stroking Rjeyk's cock slowly beneath him. The wolf only growled seductively in agreement. Ta'hrekk grabbed his own member, guiding its tip around Rjeyk's sheath end, smearing pre around it. He then slowly pushed forward into the wolf's furry sheath. Rjeyk moaned as his sheath stretched to accommodate the thickness of the coyote above him. Ta'hrekk carefully guided Rjeyk's wolfmeat into his sheath, its tip spewing pre around the base of his cock. Ta'hrekk shoved his pelvis forward, deepening both shafts within each other's sheaths. He rocked back and forth, feeling his malehood slide tightly with Rjeyk's length, the tight sheath wrapping hungrily around his cock. Rjeyk moaned in pleasure as he continuously felt the swollen tip touch the base of his penis, then sliding itself up along his shaft. Ta'hrekk closed his eyes tightly while he fucked the wolf's sheath underneath him, watching both cocks disappear and reappear, in and out of each other's sheaths. The grinding and the tightness of Rjeyk's sheath was too much for Ta'hrekk, giving one last growl of pleasure before releasing warm, thick coyote cum into Rjeyk's sheath. With each repeated shot of the syrupy seed, more of it displaced out of Rjeyk and onto the outside and his furry balls. The warmth around Rjeyk's base encouraged the wolf to thrust himself upwards, deep into Ta'hrekk's sheath before the pleasure erupted in his loins. Long streams of wolf cum erupted from Rjeyk's cock deep into his mate. Gravity forced the fluid to dribble down both cocks, covering more of Rjeyk's testicles with semen. Both canines panted a bit, before Ta'hrekk lifted himself further up Rjeyk, straddling his knees on both sides of the wolf's waist. He reached back and wrapped his paw around the wet member behind him, teasing stroking it up and down. "Ready for round two?" Ta'hrekk asked. Rjeyk nodded as he held Ta'hrekk by the waist, guiding him over his erect wolfhood. The coyote lovingly slid his paw up and down his mate's muscular chest as he continued to lower himself until he felt the tip touch his ass. Ta'hrekk smiled before lowering himself further, the shaft penetrating his insides. Rjeyk moaned as his cock was slowly disappearing within Ta'hrekk, his walls gripping his throbbing meat as it found its way deeper and deeper until his knot touched his lover's ass. Ta'hrekk wagged his tail high in pleasure and began lifting himself up and down on top of Rjeyk, tightening then loosing his sphincters repeatedly as the thick rod pumped in and out of his ass. With his hands tightly gripping Ta'hrekk 's hips, Rjeyk guided his furry friend up and down his wolfmeat, the tightening walls sent waves of pleasure down his pole. "Ride me Ta'hrekk. Ride me hard!" the wolf begged. Ta'hrekk obeyed and quickened his pace up and down the cock below him. The paws around his waist guided his movements rhythmically while he began masturbating furiously with his right paw in sync with his oscillating motion. His ass collided with Rjeyk's balls hard, echoing loud, slapping noises that incessantly filled the air. Ta'hrekk rode Rjeyk hard like a tailraising slut. He gripped the shaft within him firmly as he moved faster and faster up and down while stroking his own. The feeling of wildly riding thick wolf cock sent Ta'hrekk over the edge, ejaculating another round of his warm seed directly on to Rjeyk's face, then trickled down onto the wolf's furry chest. Ta'hrekk collapsed forward, his arms weakly trying to hold himself up. Rjeyk simply licked his muzzle followed with a deep kiss. "I'll finish myself for you." He whispered. Rjeyk's paws slid down the coyote's body, then around to his ass. Pulling his cheeks wide, he thrust his pelvis upward, his cock digging itself deep into Ta'hrekk's anus. The rectal walls tightened in surprise as Rjeyk struggled to pull out of Ta'hrekk's ass, then thrust upward again, his cock quickly burrowing itself into the panting coyote. Rjeyk quickly accelerated his pelvic thrusts, feeling his thick meat enveloped tightly by the warms walls around it. In and out, in and out. The thick shaft penetrating the hole between the spread ass cheeks again and again, Rjeyk's balls slapping wildly upon contact with Ta'hrekk's ass. The coyote rocked back and forth contrary to the wolf's thrusts, sliding his anus over the throbbing shaft. Rjeyk finally felt his climax approach, which made him thrust his full penis all the way up Ta'hrekk's ass, then nearly all the way down with his head still within the anal sphincters. Panting heavily, the tight, smooth flesh around his malehood stimulated it to its peak as Rjeyks wildly fucked in and out of Ta'hrekk's ass. His cock then sloppily popped out, ejaculating streams of wolf cum up onto Ta'hrekk's back, some falling directly down onto his thickness. Ta'hrekk grabbed the twitching shaft behind him, guiding it to his hole before more shots of wolf seed splattered on the coyote's inner walls. Ta'hrekk felt the familiar warm feeling of semen leaking out of his ass, coating the wolf's red meat with his own seed. Just then, a blue werewolf appeared at the doorway, his muscular body stood tall accompanied by the shagginess of his black mane. He was content with his tail wagging, holding the necessary plants to produce medicine for Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk to use if an emergency rises during their journey. Kreivan suddenly frowned at the sight ahead of him in the middle of the room. The two were licking each other's muzzle affectionately, their bodies touched. White droplets soaked the expensive (but stolen) carpet, above it leaked Ta'hrekk's ass with Rjeyk's penis still inside. Emptied flasks lay around the couple. 'Oh shit.' Both of them looked directly at Kreivan with their brightened, dilated eyes. Ta'hrekk quickly moved off of Rjeyk on all fours, his now unplugged ass leaking more semen. Rjeyk turned around and went on all fours as well, following Ta'hrekk as both of them crawled savagely towards the stunned werewolf, growling seductively. 'Such a powerful recovering medicine gone to arouse two young canines. My seed isn't just an aphrodisiac...it's like Viagra...' Kreivan thought as he backed slowly away from the horny beats. Ta'hrekk's nimbleness surprised the werewolf as he tackled him down onto his front, biting his neck with his fangs. Kreivan roared in pain before turning his head around to see Rjeyk pulling out chains and shackles, his fur still slightly wet from his shower. 'He can't find towels, yet he found my chains.' Rjeyk chained the pinned werewolf around the ankles, wrist, tail and neck, attaching most of them to the wall. He managed to tie the shackle around his tail to the top of the fridge, lifting it up high to expose the werewolf's fine hole. "You two will regret doing this to me." Kreivan threatened. Rjeyk laughed. "We know, but for now, we're gonna enjoy ourselves upon you. You'll get us later, but now you are our slave." He knelt in front of Kreivan's face, guiding his erect member to lightly slap it tauntingly. Kreivan helplessly sniffed the wolf cock in front of him; the musk uncontrollably aroused his own member from hiding hanging erect underneath him. He felt a warm paw wrap itself firmly around it, the stroking pace already hastened. "Be gentle on him Ta'hrekk. He hasn't had anything up his ass, yet." Rjeyk winked. He was right. Kreivan usually did the mounting, whether on a male or female. 'Oh I will get them back for this,' he thought to himself before feeling the warm shaft tip circling his ass before plunging himself deep. Kreivan roared loudly as the thick shaft began to slide in and out of him, lubricated only by its owner's seminal lubricant. "Silence him." Ta'hrekk growled dominately. Rjeyk thrust forward, his meat inserting itself deep into Kreivan's maw, the whole length surrounded by his salivating mouth. His roar was almost completely muffled, choking slightly as Ta'hrekk rested his left paw on his tailbone, pushing it back to guide the werewolf's body back and forth. The other paw continued to heat up Kreivan's cock under him, stroking the length feverishly and expertly. "Let's play a game," Rjeyk said as his cock rested in the warmth of the werewolf's mouth. Ta'hrekk looked up, but he continued to pound Kreivan's ass from behind. "If you don't make me cum in your mouth and swallow all of it without wasting a drop before cumming yourself, we'll you'll have to start over with us switching places. If you win, it's over. Ta'hrekk smiled. Just the sound of the game excited him. He now focused his energy in rubbing the throbbing black shaft under him, using his entire repertoire masturbation techniques one after the other to pleasure the werewolf to a quick climax. The coyote still fucked Kreivan wildly, the satisfying feeling of his tightly-wrapped cock pushing in and out of the werewolf's ass as his balls slapped against the smooth, large pair belonging to the dominated werewolf. Kreivan muttered groans of pain and pleasure. As his virgin tailhole was invaded by the coyote behind him, the expert paw used its main digits to rub the top of his malehood, the thumb concentrating its pressure on the pre-spewing tip. Kreivan resisted the ultimate pleasure gathering in his loins and savagely mouth the whole, throbbing cock in front of him. Rjeyk moaned as he looked down to watch his wolfmeat taken whole by the beast below him. Kreivan bobbed his head back and forth quickly, trying to climax the white wolf before his own. He tightened his lips around the pre-covered tip, milking it like a cub before sliding his head back down the shaft and up again, his lips touching the white cock fur and balls. Rjyek petted Kreivan's mane lovingly, guiding his head back and forth over his swelling member. The wolf's penis occasionally popped out of his mouth, dripping with saliva. Kreivan frantically tried to wrap his tongue around the tip to draw it back into his mouth, but his attempts only led his to lap the underside of Rjeyk's cock. Rjeyk smiled and shifted his knees forward to help the poor werewolf. He began thrusting contrary to Kreivan's bobbing motions with his head, his shaft sliding in and out of his mouth. Ta'hrekk continued to feel the hot rectal walls around his cock slide vigorously on his shaft as he pumped back and forth, almost pulling the shaft fully out of Kreivan's ass before slamming the whole thing back into its warm home. The coyote now used his wrist to twist his paw around Kreivan's black shaft, before focusing his index digit and thumb to gently squeeze the tip, using the other digits to rub the rest of his length. Being disadvantaged for not cumming yet, Kreivan moaned with his mouth full of wolf meat before exploding ropes of his hot seed onto the ground, splattering droplets messily around the main pool. He released his grip around the cock in his mouth slightly to gasp in pleasure, before it was quickly occupied again when Rjeyk shoved it back into the warm orifice. Ta'hrekk howled as the Kreivan's tight anus convulsed because of his pleasure, sending ripples of contractions along his invading cock. The rectal walls vibrated perfectly around the thick meat, as Ta'hrekk drove his cock one final time, hard into Kreivan. The werewolf felt jets of the viscous, hot liquid spurting violently inside him, filling his rectum slowly with coyote seed. Ta'hrekk held his position deep within Kreivan, salvaging the aftermath of his orgasm before pulling his cock out with a loud slurp, spilling semen all over the floor. Rjeyk pulled out as well, saliva and pre glistened from his dick. "1 point for us. Time to switch!" The canines traded positions: Ta'hrekk's cock hung semi-erect in front of Kreivan's mouth, while Rjeyk's was still hard as he rimmed its tip around the werewolf's ass. He inserted the first few inches in, the shaft easily sliding along the cum-lubed walls of Kreivan's ass. The feeling of the used tailhole further aroused the white wolf, feeling Ta'hrekk's warm cum still coated within. After inserting his whole length into Kreivan's hole, their balls touched as Rjeyk wrapped his paw around the black shaft below and rubbed it robustly back and forth the entire length. Meanwhile, All Kreivan could do was to lap the cum-coated cock in front of him, as Ta'hrekk teasingly kept some distance between them to make the werewolf panic. "Tell me you want it bad, like a horny slut you are." The coyote growled. Kreivan begged. He had to end this now. "I want to milk you master. Please give me your milk so I can hungrily drink it." Ta'hrekk grinned and moved closer as he looked down to see the werewolf mouth his whole malehood, swirling the semi-erect meat around his mouth trying to award a throbbing erection. Successful, Kreivan suckled the length like a cub, shifting his head back and forth, up and down along Ta'hrekk's shaft. "I'll help you this round." Ta'hrekk snickered. Holding his paws firmly around the werewolf's thick mane, the coyote began to quickly hump the oral orifice of his slave, the lips tightening in hunger as his cock slipped in and out of Kreivan's mouth. He began to match his rhythm with Rjeyk's thrusting, drugging the coyote in ecstasy as he felt the tight, wet maw hungrily accepting his length with his tongue lapping his cock slit. Being near-climaxed after being sucked, Rjeyk quickly reached his orgasm from slamming Kreivan's ass hard. His howl ricocheted off the cavern walls as his furry testicles slapped one last time against Kreivan's before tightening up. Rjeyk's hot cum flowed through his penis before spilling out into the werewolf's ass, the muscle pumping his seed deep, mixing the brands of semen together along Kreivan's anal walls. Under the bliss of pleasure, Rjeyk slowed slightly on Kreivan's shaft, giving him catch up time to make Ta'hrekk cum. "Mmmm...this werewolf is tight!" Rjeyk laughed as he quickened his pace again around Kreivan's cock. In panic, the werewolf tried to resist the already-building pleasure in his loins. He puckered his lips while the throbbing shaft thrust into his mouth automatically and willingly, back and forth. After a few minutes, both canines moaned in harmony; their cocks began to twitch, surging waves of pleasure along the shaft. Ta'hrekk came first, exploding the remains of his depleted nutsack into Kreivan's mouth. This is my chance, he thought, but he was wrong. The flow of cum into his mouth was much faster than the flow of cum down his throat. As a result, a rivulet of semen drizzled out of Kreivan's mouth from overflow. He licked his lips quickly, trying to cover it up, but Rjeyk had already seen it. "Guess you don't want to finish, eh Kreivan?" Rjeyk teased as he successfully jacked Kreivan off with more precious werewolf seed filling the pool below them. The game continued on for hours and hours of sucking, fucking, hand jobs, and domination as Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk constantly switched places. Kreivan continued to cum much to fast as expert paws rubbed his loins. He also couldn't take the full load of ejaculation, leading to wasted droplets of white liquid that flowed out of his mouth. Finally, Kreivan found luck. His suckling mouth milked all of Ta'hrekk's coyote seed down his throat, leaving nothing left over. Panting, Ta'hrekk sat down tiredly before licking his sensitive member back into his sheath. Right after, Rjeyk felt his member twitch, as well as the one below him with his paw wrapped around it. Both of them groaned with pleasure in unison, firing their last of their seed from their depleted testicles. Rjeyk fell backward panting heavily as he watched Kreivan's cock drizzling his cum onto the ground. "L...looked like you finally won this round Kreivan." Rjeyk said, licking his member back into its sheathed home as well. Kreivan growled. "Beware. Dominating me is never a good idea. You two will suffer tomorrow." Both Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk laughed. "Sure, you go do that. But for now, how does it feel to be emasculated and submissive to our demands?" Ta'hrekk smirked. Kreivan only grunted as both of them fell asleep silently around him. He began to gnaw on the chains; his teeth were sharp enough to cut metal. 'Once they wake up, I will be on control of them. No one does that to me in my home.' He smiled. Both Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk snoring, Kreivan continued to gnaw the metal, planning how he's going to sodomize the pair tomorrow.
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On Parole 10
Veemon walk up in the arms of Dorumon. What happened in the game felt more like a dream then the sex. Today would be the day He fought Bearmon. It was now more then ever that he felt his confidence drift away. He sat up slowly and kept looking at his fist. Dorumon woke up and hugged him. Dorumon looked at Veemon and asked, "What's wrong."
Veemon said, "There was only so much I could do here. Now I'm forced to fight with the best Digimon out here. If I win I will be set free in two days. It's funny though it's only been four days and being out there already feels weird. It's like I don't even belong out there."
Dorumon asked, "So are you going to throw the fight to stay here and be that guys slave for years to come."
Veemon said, "I don't know what I want to do."
Flamedramon, Renamon, Agumon and Palmon came inside the jail. Starmon said to the group, "I'm sorry but there are no visitors allowed in this jail. Renamon just shoved Starmon out of the way and they ran for it. They made it to Veemon's cell.
Flamedramon could barley see inside since there was very little light. Flamedramon asked, "Veemon are you in there?" Veemon quickly came to the bars and cried, "Dad. I'm glad to see you."
Flamedramon said, "Were glad to see you."
Palmon said, "Sorry about getting you into the mess."
Veemon said, "It's cool. I can get out myself. I made a bet with one of the Digimon in the next cell. If I can win he talk to Starmon to let me out in two days."
Agumon said, "That sounds easy."
Veemon said, "If only it was. He's the best of the best."
Agumon said, "Well be supporting anyway we can."
Flamedramon asked, "How do you know this guy will keep his promise?"
Veemon said, "I have an idea, just to make sure he doesn't. We gotta this big, like media big, like Youtube big."
Agumon said, "Were on it."
Veemon said, "Hurry."
They left. Renamon gave Starmon another good shove. Starmon said, "Everything is falling apart."
Monodramon said, "I can already see it, the stars will shine a miss guided light to the most unfortunate. The sun and moon will cry out to our god and beg for forgiveness and we will all repent. He will be our light in the deepest darkness; the shadows will never consume him. There will always be a small light in the strongest heart. His heart will lead us to new life, new love, and new hope. We must be strong with him, no longer against him. We have soiled ourselves in hate. We must beg with all our might that we will be spared. We were never victims but cruel mislead fools who were so simple minded."
Monodramon turned to Starmon and asked with a very serious tune, "Why did you arrest him?"
Starmon asked, "Why you going off the deep end?"
Monodramon yelled, "Why Did you arrest him?! Tell me now!"
Starmon asked "Do you have a problem? Seriously."
Monodramon went in Starmon's face. Monodramon said, "It is now out of your hands. The situation now belongs to me. I'm apart of the F.B.I and this is of the up-most importance."
He showed his badge and everything. Starmon asked, "What in blazes is goin' on your tellin' me you were undercover all the time."
Monodramon said, "As far as our considered I never existed. Now I saw his family run out going to grab the media. Now we going to have this fight they were mumbling on about and were going to make sure Veemon wins that fight. If he loses we can all be in deep shit. Were lucking that boy didn't get angry yet. Were letting him out of here as soon as possible."
Starmon asked, "Letting him out? If he's such a threat why not just keep him here."
Monodramon said, "I will not allow that. If he stays it will anger him. We most let him be surrounded by love. I know what he can do. Know seriously why did you arrest him in the first place?"
Starmon said, "Because he exists. I wanted him to rot here."
Monodramon looked down and said, "You have a serious problem. Please don't tell me any one with a hood has talked to him."
Starmon asked, "Hood?"
Monodramon said, "Like a full black cloak with a hood."
Starmon said, "No, just the three I sent in, and none of them weren't wearing hoods."
Monodramon said, "Then we still have a chance. We better see it that the media makes it. This story will make him happy if he wins."
Meanwhile Veemon sat on his bed. The other three sat on the higher bunk waiting. Suddenly everything felt strange to Veemon. He got up and turned to his three bodies. They were frozen.
Veemon said, "Uh guys." Suddenly a dark shrouded cloaked figure came up to the cell.
The cloaked figure said, "You must be him. The ones the others told me about."
Veemon asked, "Who are you?"
The cloaked figure said, "It's not important. The question you must ask yourself is who are you?"
Veemon said, "I'm Veemon."
The cloaked figure asked, "Are you really? Is that what you were told? Man Monodramon must really wanted you to stay here."
Veemon asked, "What are you talking about?"
The cloaked figure asked, "Are you getting angry with me? Wow this was easier then I thought you won't even have to here from the other twelve."
Veemon asked, "Twelve?"
The cloaked figure said, "Oh I should say eleven shouldn't I. You used to be one of us. It's a shame to see you here like this, why don't you just come back?"
Veemon asked, "Come back? I don't even know you."
The cloaked figure said, "Well that makes me sad. We used to be great friends. Well I shouldn't keep you. You do have that big fight to win. By the way we do hope you win, we are on your side."
The cloaked figure left through a strange dark portal. Spyro jumped down and asked, "Are you ok? You don't look so good." Veemon looked at his skin he was dark blue instead of light blue. His eyes were slightly pink instead of bright red.
Veemon said, "It must be because I've been in here too long. Now I have another reason to win."
The media came crowding the main lobby of the jail. With all this and now everyone seemed to be rioting. The creatures shouted, "We don't belong here, let us out."
Starmon asked, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Monodramon removed his shirt and removed his belly flab which to Starmon know knew was fake. Monodramon took of the pants and out his F.B.I shirt on which he hide in his pouch.
The two cell doors were open for Veemon and Bearmon. Bearmon and Veemon walked out at the same time.
Bearmon said, "I'm gonna smash your face in."
Veemon said, "Don't be so sure about that. You might be a street fighter but I've practiced martial arts. So you're in store for the fight of your life."
The media went right up to them taking pictures. The reporters asking, "Do you care to repeat that statement? Do you really think your going to win this fight that has only been building up for a day and has already become the biggest fight to be announced in history?"
Veemon said, "Like I said, I'm going to crush this bear."
Bearmon shoved Veemon the media got wild. Starmon said, "Hey take the fight outside. I don't want to see blood in here."
Bearmon said, "Boy u' in a world of hurt know. U' ain't just lookin' at a street fighter your lookin' at a champ. I've made everyone who said there were gonna beat me bleed. Most of them were Digimon twice my size."
Veemon and Bearmon walked side by side as the media would not allow them to move that fast. They managed to make it outside. Both Bearmon and Veemon gasped as the audience outside were enormous.
Starmon and Monodramon also went outside. The other prisoners were let out. Spyro, Croc and Dorumon tried to keep up. Soon everyone was outside. There were Digimon and other creatures all watching.
One of the reporters said, "This is now official live, on the air action. Were about to see the best fight in the history of fights. We are going to see Bearmon and Veemon duke it out. Know if these names don't sound familiar well we managed to dig up some info. Bearmon who was a world champion, and tag team champ with Impmon, A UFC champion, and an official street champion. While Veemon has mastered more official Martial arts such as Tai Kwon Do, Jah DO, Capoeira, and Karate. We are in what will be the best fight in history. There are all ready thousands of blogs saying who will win this fight."
The two Digimon went on the basketball court to begin. Bearmon got his hands up and so did Veemon. The crowd was wild both inside and outside the cell.
Starmon asked, "This is already out of control. Monodramon what is this all about?"
Monodramon said, "Telling you isn't a good idea. I can tell no one. All we can do is hope everything runs smoothly in his life time."
Starmon said, "You're makin' that sound easy."
Monodramon said, "That's why I must follow him after this. I have to make sure he stays safe."
Starmon said, "I hate to tell you this but the world isn't a safe place. Hell if he knew you around he'd ask questions. It's probably better off if you just stay hidden and hidden well."
Veemon and Bearmon circled off and the crowd went wild. Spyro shouted, "Come one Vee you can do it."
Agumon, Flamedramon, Renamon and Palmon were on the other side cheering on as well.
Bearmon went in with some jabs. Veemon blocked. Veemon put his hands down for a split second and Bearmon went for a deep punch and hooked it right in. Veemon fell to the ground. The crowd reacted with a load owww sound. Veemon staggered back up and kicked Bearmon with an axe kick. Bearmon was hit right in the chin. Bearmon stepped back a bit. Bearmon said, "Oh it's gonna end now."
Bearmon went it with a wild barouche of punches most of them hitting Veemon. Veemon was still resilient. He back off trying to make some room. Veemon went into doing Capoeira.
Bearmon was not familiar with this still so he got his hands up ready for some defense. Veemon muttered to himself, "Paranaue, Paranaue panama." Veemon came in with swift high jumping kicks Bearmon backed up and went off to the other side of the court.
Spyro said, "Come on Croc, cheer with Veemon."
Croc chanted, "Paranaue, Paranaue, Panama."
Spyro chanted it as well. Agumon caught on and joined in. Veemon tripped Bearmon wit a low spin kick. Bearmon got up quickly to see Veemon momentum was high. The crowd followed in this chant now getting behind Veemon.
Bearmon said, "So what you got fans now. That ain't gonna change a thing."
Veemon said, "But this will."
Veemon kicked him in the face with the dance known as the xinga. Bearmon tried to adapt to Veemon style by doing the dancing fight style as well. Veemon said, "You want to dance, ok then you asked for it."
Veemon did a flip and kicked him right in the head. Bearmon staggered back as blood dripped from his mouth. The crowd went wild. Impmon and Gazimon watched with concern. They got ready to jump in. Spyro saw them and lead Croc to them and they stopped Impmon and Gazimon by running into them with pushing them hard to the ground.
Veemon able to keep on the offense as Bearmon was staggering to stay up. Veemon kept knocking him down. The audience still behind Veemon. Veemon got ready to finish him off but then everyone froze. Veemon stopped as another portal appeared. A cloaked figure came out.
Veemon asked, "You again?"
The cloak figure said, "No you must be talking about the other one who came here, Siromon. Well were glad you won and all. Hope your ready for school?"
Veemon asked, "School?"
The cloak figure said, "It's embedded in this program world."
Veemon asked, "What are you talking about this is the real world."
The cloak figure said, "Wow that must really messed with your head. Listen you really think Flamedramon is nice and Renamon. There your enemies, you hate them, you wanted to kill them. Those two are far too nice. Face it Renamon would never really have sex with you."
Veemon said, "Well as odd as it was it was real."
The cloak figure said, "You really are convinced then. Well school will change your mind. You will soon learn who you really are."
He went away and the crowd unfroze. Veemon finished Bearmon with his head-butt. The crowd went wild.
Monodramon smiled, "Yes, he won."
Starmon said, "Nothing is ever going to be the same here again.
Monodramon said, "Well now you can retire. I'll take care of the other prisoner. I'll have Spyro and Croc follow Veemon wherever he goes. Hopefully they just do it naturally."
Veemon was going to be free but with a lot more on his mind like whom these hooded guys were. What about this whole School thing. He would have two more jail days to think it over. He realized that Bearmon was his Bitch now and he grinned and waved to the audience as the live report continued.
Fin
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On Parole 10 by Vee_Stitch
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copyright Tafari - All rights reserved
Part 2 - Siara's Submission
The young lioness looked up to the tall alpha and shivered with fear continuously. She looked around at all the hungry males laying their eyes all over her. "What...What are you going to do to me?" Siara asked in pure fear.
"Oh you will soon see, these lands are ours now so I think its time we... got to know what's ours a little better", a grin wiped over the dark alphas face, enough to put fear in to the bravest of souls. He stepped towards her and crouched, using a claw to pull dipped head to his. "You will soon learn to respect me and eventually every male in the pride" He muttered to her quietly, the idea to strike her with more fear. The alpha got up and looked over his pride, their dark fur blowing in the moonlights glow, he spoke "My fellow Pride members! We are successful in our mission, take a break!". The pride roared all at once, so loud it caused poor little Siara to wince.
She watched the Pride make their way to the hill top where her Father once stood, before feeling a warm large paw on her shoulder.
"Time for me to have my reward my darling..." the alpha whispered coldly in to her out turned ear. Siara turning around to look in to his big dark glazed eyes and stared at him.
"A reward, what reward? What's going on?" Siara stuttered,
"Oh my dear, do you not remember your oath you gave me... you gave yourself to me to save your life. My you do have a short memory for such a young beautiful feline" he chuckled to himself.
"I had no Idea what that would involve... especially what I think it does" she snapped back at him, but he appeared to have enough of her words and simply just picked her up by her nape, slinging her over his shoulder. They made their way to the opposite side of the Nemrock, away from the praying eyes and ears of the dark pride lions. The alpha lion gave a large and deep inhale of the air around him and exhaled quickly
"Ah, you smell very ripe my dear. I feel I am going to have a good time with you. Do you think you could as well?" the Alpha said while licking his lips.
Siara just shivered and looked to the floor, "Please don't touch me, I am too young for this and I've never experienced anything like this before... please have mercy on me" she pleaded.
All the Alpha did was laugh before setting her small figure down on the soft meadow floor for him to admire for a few seconds. Although he had no grip of her anymore, Siara did dare not run as he was twice the size of her and would imagine could run twice the speed. She watched his eyes run all over her young untouched body and did not know what to do.
The Alpha dropped to his knees with a thud and lowered his huge head down to her golden furred body. His nose hovered just above her tight navel with his eyes piecing up in to hers. Siara could not look away, they were too strong and some sort of physic effect on her. The Alpha continued and took a deep breath through his nostrils, closing his eyes at the sent of her young body and smirked to himself. Once he was satisfied with her scent, his head followed by his large muscular frame moved up over her body. The large round eyes of the Alpha opened as his face was opposite hers, looking down in to her crystal blue eyes. The lioness felt tainted in some way she could not recognise, she felt over powered by his presence.
He lowered his muzzle to hers and placed a soft delicate kiss upon her tender lips, catching her off guard as she had no thought of him being the least bit gentle. But Siara thoughts did not change; she laid there awkwardly as the large dominant male forced a kiss on her. His tongue slipped out and down in to her mouth quite aggressively and almost to the back of her throat. The young lionesses' eyes closed tightly as his muscular tongue rolled around with hers unwillingly. One of his paws stroked down her side to a hip as the other propped his heavy body up above her. He finished the kiss to speak.
"It's not that bad my girl, you are being deflowered by the most powerful lion in the lands... you should be pleased my dear!" said the lion down to Siara. She went to speak but he covered her muzzle, still wet from the kiss.
Siara lay there frozen as he leaned up and rested in his knees with his torso up straight. One of his large claws reached forward to her chest loin cloth and sliced it away with his razor sharp claw. The soft velvety skin of antelope fell away from her small body, exposing her pert little breasts for the Alpha to stare down at. His eyes opened at the pure beauty of the site as he licked his lips, immediately lowering himself back down to take a large lap over her breasts. The Alphas textured tongue scrapped over her soft nipples and up to her neck, stopping to savour the taste. An eye catches glimpse of a nipple as it stands erect, making him smirk.
"My girl, it looks as though you are enjoying this I see" he chuckled up to her,
"My hormones... their taking over me... oh god...your too over powering... your musk..." she said under the influence of her raging female hormones as they begin to take over her body. The Alpha stops to look over her from tip to toe and couldn't believe his luck. Before his eyes getting drawn to Siara's widening legs, she could not control herself anymore from any logical decision.
"You really want me don't you girl..." he smirked as his paw smoothed over her breasts, down her flat stomach and between her heated legs.
The large Alpha's paw covered her mound and felt its dampness and heat against his palm. He knew that she was ready for him and he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. "I'm going to take you as mine now my child... this may hurt at first but you soon enjoy it" He said as he moved himself to mate her.
The Alpha lowered his hefty weight down on top of her, moving his hips between her small thighs. Her legs were forced to open as wide as they could, possibly a bit further than they should. Siara moaned with her eyes closed, the poor lioness girl we know can do nothing to save her dignity. Once he mated her, she was his till the day he was dead... her fate was inevitable.
Siara looked down her body and saw a dark dangling hard object between her spread legs. She thought she new what it was but was not quite conscious of what was about to happen until she felt him penetrate her. The Alphas large lion male hood slipped in slowly but extremely tightly in to Siara's sex, making a wet sound as he entered. The lioness screamed hard enough to alert the dark lion pride of what their king was doing to her. He had no mercy however; he kept sliding his long length in to her tiny body until he hilted in her. The Alpha paused for a second and looked down to her small figure below him.
"My child, you really are untouched. You could satisfy the lion gods with this body... but now it is my job to claim you as mine!" He sneered down as with drew his cock almost to the head and drove himself back in like a piston into her tight snatch, making her scream. This time his paw covered her mouth as he began to mate her. The Alphas heavy lion balls started to hit rather hard at Siara's rump as he forced himself upon her.
Siara was lucky as her hormones released juices in to her sex to help him glide swiftly in and out of her. She had to like it as it was the only way she get through it pain free... however, she felt her walls stressing at the girth of his member as well as the smell of blood.
He began to drive hard continuously in to her young body, the sound of his balls hitting her sweet rump could be heard clearly now and his murrs were like thunder to her ears. Two large dark lion paws pinned her arms down as well as his entire body weight making her unable to move. Siara could feel him so deeply, the tip of his member reaching just below her navel.
The dark lion stopped to take a breath. She looked up at him after opening her scared eyes to see a mad, heavy breathing beast connected with her. The Alphas drool dripping from his mouth down on to her body. Before she knew, he turned her over and pinned her shoulders to the ground, forcing her rump to present itself to him. Siara's tender pussy lips were wide and open, ready for his large lion cock to slip straight back inside her. He crouched down behind her in the traditional lion mating position, his hips curled around her butt cheeks and his cock speared back inside her forcefully. His large paws grasped her shoulders and yanked her on to his lion spike. The young lioness felt his velvety balls press tightly against her entrance with him also inside her.
The dark lion's hips began to piston inside her again and again, her pleasure levels were getting intense from his pounding but she could not help but enjoy it... The alpha lowered his mouth and gripped on tightly too her nape as he mated her, both his paws pulling her in to his thrusts before he knew it was time to claim her.
The lion stopped, grinding his hips so hard in to her that it caused her to cry out with shear pain. His shaft reached a new depth in her body as she screamed. Alpha smelt the blood coming from her entrance but did not care. His cock unloaded his fertile lion cum in to her young womb in large jets, his hips jerking inside her as he continued to come.
Siara also came from the pain; she let herself go over the edge as she could not bare the pain any longer. Her mind had never experienced such pleasure before, her hips shuddered and her sex contracted over the large cock of the Alpha lion, trapping him.
He stopped his pleasure rage on her body and rose up above her, standing on his two foot paws and looking down at her. The dark lion's long cock started to recede back as both his and hers juices rolled from the tip to floor. Smirking and watching his seed seep out from between Siara's soaked thighs he chuckled.
"My girl... or should I say my Queen... you now bare my seed... you are now mine my sweet" he smiled to her and walked off, knowing she had no energy to go anywhere.
Siara rolled on to her side and began to cry as her hormone high died off and the Siara we knew realised what she has just become...
TO BE CONTINUED
copyright Tafari
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Siara's Submission by Tafari
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Finaly, a story that actually has a good plot behind it. Whats up, the name's zaku. Or zachary. The story is original and has a twist simaliar to .Hack sign, Star ocean, Dual saga(anime), final fantasy, and basic everyday life. If this sort of stuff you can't get into then don't read it. As for kinks later on in the story, just your average m/m, and some age-play here and there time to time. Besides that, its a pretty decent story besides the blood and violence included. All characters are my own creations, please do not take or manipulate these characters and or use them with out consulting me first. You may contact me at or Thank you, enjoy..
Typing.. Lots of typing echoed about the metalic room of the labratory, Severl fur's dressed in white lab coats and wearing odd black mask. There was practically a monitor on every wall, and a device of some sort on every table. A loud thud was followed as the head coat slamed his silver fured paws into the keyboard of which he was typing on. Removing his mask.
His name is Dametri Toshina, a rather dashing silver fox who's fur shimmered and stood at a decent 6'0. His uniquely colored crimson red hair was short, almost shoulder length and it too gave its own shimmer. Eyes a bedazling violet. Mr.Toshina growled in frustration, claws diging into the keyboard "This can't be.." Accidently poping one of the key's off the board "The world.. We have been investigating.. It's colliding into our's... But why?"
"Sir! paranormal readings are happening all over earth!"
"WHAT!"
H yelled as he turned to watch the monitor, showing abnormal energy levels increasing and over flowing, area's all over earth seeming to be causing this "It must be because of the other world, hurry! Get me two volenteer's!"
Afew hour's passed, but two fur's arrived with in the rather isolated lab. One was a male 5'11 grey wolf wearing a blue tank top and blue jean shorts. The other was a female wolf of 5'2 and had on a red tank top and red dyed camo shorts. They were each given a weapon, a type of armor and then told the conditions. Thats when Mr.Toshina came out of the back room along side another coat who's mask was still on, pushing two large metal cabinets. But thats not what they were, they looked as if normal things like a bathroom stall, or a move able closet. In truth they were high tech teleporters. Mr.Toshina steped over to the two wolves "Thank you for coming, we somewhat know whats in there. But not completely sure. Thats why I want you two to go down and investigate on the matter... Don't worry, we'll be watching you."He said as both wolves nodded their heads and steped into the teleporters. The door's closing as one of the coat's started typing, saying "Opening teleporter gate, teleporting now." A flash was seen through the cracks of the door's, then on a monitor close to Mr.Toshina, both fur's showed up. The area they were in was much like a forest, and he watched as they started to walk forward... But it didnt take long till two large bull looking creatures appear, attacking head on at both fur's who moved out the way of the charging beings and took out their weapons. A alarm starts to go off, the coats starting to type and run around the room looking at results "Whats going on, REPORT!"
"Life readings droping, they didnt move in time. Male wolf got hit in the right side, the female in the left."
"Get them out of there!"He yelled, but a gut curling scream was heard as the female wolf who tried to move got the way of the first creature insted got ran though by the horns of the second creaure right into her back and through her gut. Blood spilling down on to the ground while the creature swung its head and flinged her off into a bush "Life reading 0%... She's gone."
"DAMN IT!, Get him out of there now!!"
"W-we are trying sir."But then the male wolf groaned, a black colored figure with long claw like blades ran through his back, then withdrawing its blades and severing his head off. The headless body droping to it's knee's then flat on to its chest... The monitor screen then turned gray "...We ... Lost them.."
Two days later
"The world renouned scientist Mr.Toshina of Toshina corp. says he is going into a two year isolation to do research."The female cheetah reporter said as she stood outside the amazingly large white building behind her. People gathering on the stair's of the building as they tried to get inside or figure out why. But soon guards pushed the crowd back. Yet just then, a female fox with a teen male fox walked out of the building, guard's clearing a path as reporters ran to the exiting pair "Mrs.Toshina, why is your husband going into isolation!?"A male leapord said while holding out a microphone to her.
"Mrs.Toshina, is it true that he may have discovered something paranormal."
"NO COMMENTS!"The teen yelled, grabing the mic from one of the reports and throwing it on the ground before stomping on it with his left foot paw. Thats when his mother pushed him towards the black limo waiting for them and then driving off in a hurry..
Inside the car, the boy sat there with his arms crossed over his chest. He was rather slender yet still looked fit, wearing a black leather vest and some black jeans. A inverted cross medalion hanging around his neck. His eyes were the same as Mr.Toshina's. And had the same dazling fur as him as well. The female who was looking over at him with a worried look on her face said in a calm and rather pleasent voice "Zaku, why are you so mad all of a sudden?"
"Because, he's abondening us for his dumb ass research.. Thats all he cares about."
"Thats not true, you know that. Why can't you ever support what he does?"
"Cause, he should be with his family, not his work.."
Her ear's pressed back against her head, sighing softly as they soon reached their home which was a large white mansion with a stone gate circling around it and plenty of cherry tree's in the front which were in bloom and produced a flurry of pink cherry blosom petals...
As the months passed, people's bodies and mental alignments changed. Gaining powers of an odd sort and soon the whole world's population in only a matter of months gained abilities. Zaku, the 5'11 silver fox gained the ability to phase through solid matter as well as look through it as if he had x-ray eyes. His mom gained the ability to manipulate matter with a touch of her finger. Which she liked using to make her self look young all the time. But no where under 25 and no where above 35. Just right in between. As the months passed, the days returned to normal and some people used powers to their advantage only to find out that those they tried taking advantage of had powers as well and sometimes even better than their's.. But despite this, the world returned to normal.. Soon the two year limit was up, and then it was time for the fox scientist to emerge from research. People from all over orlando gathering at the large white center, a alter with a mic on it placed at the top of the stairs for him to speak into when he comes out. His family standing at the top as well, zaku now 19.
...Afew minutes pass, the silver fox with crimson red locks exiting the building with his arms behind his back, fingers laced, and wearing a tie less tux. He steped up to the mic, all the fur's calming down and becoming quiet. A smile on the fox's face as he said "Fur's of the world."All camera's pointed at him now.
"My research has brought me to the belief our world is somewhat in danger of colliding with a world parallel to our own. But thanks to my research, I have discovered a way to stop this from happening."
A male coat behind him who was a weasel removed a white sheet from a covered object. Under it a silver plated box of the sorts with a door on the front. Mr.Toshina then saying "A game, that not only allows us to travel into this second world, but the powers we received will unlock to us and a new form of gaming shall became a everyday thing to the world. For by doing this, we will need to use all our physical strengths...Aside from this, a system of weapons, armor, and simaliar thing shall be given to you. Towns, and colonies will be built where you can go and buy stuff with the experience points you earn and gold. Welcome to the future of gaming, where you are completely in control and you decide the fate of your character. Let me remind you though, you can be injured but not killed. On the point of death or verge, your teleporter will stop time your player and bring you out of the world while healing all worlds and rejuvinating your bodies pulse. When you return to this world, the monitor in your teleporter will tell you your character has been eliminated and you are not allowed to access the world terminal till 24 hours have passed. Also recommending you get some sleep and do not do anything too physical. Now, the lanch of this game teleporter will be sent to cafe's, game stores, just everywhere practically where you can access it for free. Yes free. All you have to do is set up a character, name, stuff like that and your good to go. Ten game centers will be placed in every city! And in each center there will be up to 30 teleporter booths.. The name of this world? This game...Welcome to todays launch of Eternal Phantasia, where we are the hero's of our world!!"
The people on the stairs cheering abit, finding it quite amazing how he developed all this. But one didnt seem to happy, zaku. He found it a waste of time to make this... In truth, he was just mad his dad was never there for him, the bastard probably didnt even know he came out the closet yet. "Hmph.."He turned and walked off down the stairs and on to the streets. His mother sighing softly before she smiled and wraped her arms around her husband, kissing him deeply on the muzzle...
Ten days from then, the game teleporters had been placed in the cafe's, the game stores, and the market places. And the game centers were made, with the teleporters placed inside. How did this all happen so soon? Easy, zaku's father had a power. He could manipulate matter as well and create multiple's of the objects. Which is how he made so many teleporters so soon. It is now july 2006, the 14th and the world has been completely crazied by the game. Making most people who were not in shape, get in shape rather quickly..
A new era has been born, a new fantasy has been made, and a new legacy has been unleashed. This is the story of eternal phantasia, where fantasy is reality.
Ending Credits
Ok, so its not perfect or the best and no yiff yet. So you horny bastards will just have to wait. Trust me, the story will be geting better but this is the basic plot. So, stick with me, keep up. And watch as eternal phantasia unfolds its story. And see the new love interest come into play.
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Eternal Phantasia - Prologe by ZachBear
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The steam rose from the street girders in lazy, smoky waves. They were mysteriously lit in different sections by the intermittent street lights surrounding the portal to the underground train. I didn't like the gassy, oily smell of the streets as it was; the steam only served to bring that stench up from the blackened streets to the eyes, nose and mouth of anyone within perception range.
I got a brief whiff of the steam and shook my head a bit, then snorted and wiped my nose with the back of my leather glove covered hand. I didn't have time to care about the ole factory assault of the streets as the train would soon come quickly rumbling through the tunnel with screeching brakes and thundering force. I had to move fast now, or else I would miss her tonight.
Down the many steps of the portal I quickly descended into the depths of the subway tunnel waiting area. My leather boots clattered on the filthy tiles of the platform and I could feel a bit of sweat running down my back under my white t-shirt, despite the slight chill in the night air. Probably due to my leather vest being so close to my olive skin, separated only by the thin fabric of my cotton top.
I moved to the end of the platform, at the precipice of the drop off to the tracks, much like all the others who had been expecting the train, and when I leaned slightly over to see the lights of the train growing larger and larger as they approached the platform, I felt my breasts swing forward, my nipples pushing against the t-shirt and the vest sides.
I smiled to myself, remembering how I had gone bra-less tonight, leaving my usual black sports bra for riding my Harley, at home on the dresser. It was a cheap, amateurish move, I knew that. But, I was getting a bit desperate, in my heart, having to spend night after night for almost a month, watching her ride home with her school friends, and then having to go home alone.
Ever since that first night, when I'd seen her, she'd captured something inside of me I hadn't expected. With her creamy, alabaster skin and dark, loosely wavy hair that ran like a wonderful shiny waterfall down her back and sometimes across her shoulders, I was instantly smitten. Not an easy thing for me to admit, being all leather and motorcycle boots and skull and crossbones necklace.
We were hardly the two types to come together as a couple...despite us both being female. I had never been drawn by a girl before, and at first it gave me a start. But her innocence and lace, and the school girl uniform with the men's tie, the pleated skirt and white bobbi socks... they never left my mind.
As the train intruded its way quickly around the tunnel corner, pushing the rush of air into our faces, I felt my choppy, shoulder length black hair flutter about my face like a shampoo model in some TV commercial. The wind rushed up my leather skirt and cooled me slightly across my upper thighs. While the train made its way toward us, I felt a knot in my stomach as I thought about all the nights I had pretended to just be a passenger and not a creepy stalker on the nightly downtown train.
I had seen all the school boys, and some college boys, make their way over to her in the crowded subway cabin, flirt and chat, and sometimes touch her, and my heart would sink. How easily this delicate beauty could simply wave her hand, or give a quick reply of "Okay, bye." and stop them in their tracks. I secretly told her in my thoughts, That-a-girl! Turn them away, they have nothing that will ever capture your heart. They're just thorns without the rose. Be careful of them in the dark.
Tonight, win lose or draw, would be different. Surely, I thought, she had seen me in the crowd enough times to think of me as just some biker chick who, like herself, rode the downtown train. I hadn't stared at her, or made any strange false moves in her direction. I knew just how to watch her when she wasn't looking my way, and how to casually turn away at the right time without meeting her eyes, as she turned her own head. I wasn't her stalker. I was just another girl on the train.
I wouldn't mention how many times I had tailed her to her home in the neighboring burbs. To the blue and white brick and wood home she shared with a daddy, who obviously made a good bit of change, and a mommy who seemed like a young church lady type. White picket fences around the yard and a chocolate lab who ran up to meet her as she arrived at home from her parochial high school, finished out the "Rockwell" picture.
She would be graduating from that school soon, as summer arrived, and I might lose her forever - to sororities and football quarterbacks in another state far away, in the fall. Considering how her ample sized melon breasts stretched the fabric of her crisply starched shirt and pulled the buttons tight, such a future was indeed a possibility.
In order for those breasts to stretch a shirt for me and not the football team, I had to move fast, confidently, even though girl to girl was perhaps something brand new for each one of us. I never saw myself as a lesbian, or her as one either, all I knew was that my heart ached to love her and my sex burned to be intimate with her. And only her.
As the train pulled bruskly in front of all the people waiting at the terminal, I went into my physical "I don't care" mode. I tucked the tops of my fingers into the pockets of my "almost too short" leather skirt, slumped my shoulders and lowered my eyelids to half mast over my large, brown eyes.
The doors swung open and passengers began to disembark in hurried, confused fashion. I let them go by me with an unimpressed look on my face and then, when they were almost done, I pushed past the last few with an ingenuine impatience.
I grabbed the first post I saw, not wanting to commit to a seat just yet, and swung into a standing position against the doors on the other side of the train. Other people followed me into the cab, and I pretended to be studying them as they entered. Each entering passenger would pull my eyes in one of the two directions of the train and when they did I would capture a glimpse of who was on the train and already seated.
I smiled inwardly as I spotted my obsession toward the front of the cab, already seated with her school girl friends, chatting away, giggling at something funny that they had shared. She flashed that cherry ice cream smile of hers.
She was here! My breath caught in my throat. My pulse quickened in my neck. Watching her with my peripheral vision, I avoided any direct eye contact, much to my frustration, for I had longed to look into those eyes and see them lock onto my own. I felt my nipples harden at the thought.
Even though there were about twenty feet of other passengers on the train between us, I saw only her in my side vision. She took her hand and pushed the entirety of her long, wavy hair from her back and around her shoulder as she chatted girl talk, and it exposed her smooth, creamy neck. I openly gasped under my breath, and shook my head to myself as I did. How had this happened to a motorcycle-pool hall chick like me? How could I be so drawn to little miss conservative America? I didn't know. It was just the way it was.
After a few minutes of crowded riding, I pretended to have had enough of the public smell of another passenger and threw my hands up in disgust. "God Damn!" I spat. And I gave a complete stranger a nasty look.
I moved to the front of the train like I was running away from a skunk, brandishing an annoyed look on my face and slammed my back against the door at the front of the cab, rubbing my nose with one hand and looking off into the crowd of people whom I had left by the entrance door.
She was now seated to my right with her friends, and I avoided looking her way, so as not to give away any pretense. I had to hope she had become aware of me as I had suddenly moved about, and looking her way, meeting her eyes might have given me away in some small fashion.
Being a woman, I know women, and I know how we have a sixth sense when it comes to subtle clues that someone likes us. We know long before guys usually think we know. Almost immediately. So I had to be careful to keep our meeting natural and in context.
I felt the loose dollar in my pocket with the tips of my fingers and continued to act annoyed, looking off in the distance toward the crowd. Not coincidentally, a small female voice addressed me from the seat of girls next to me. It wasn't her, for she was next to the window, not the isle, but it was one of her friends - which was more than ideal.
"What happened?" She asked. "Did someone fart?" She then continued with a school girl laugh.
Keeping my semi-detached position, I calmly looked over and down at the strawberry blonde in the seat next to me where I was standing, making sure I didn't look up at my muse and meet her eyes... even though I was fully aware that at this point she was getting a full eye view of me.
I took a deep breath, pushing my bra-less breasts past the sides of my vest, and out into view and responded. "Some people just don't know what soap is!"
They giggled at this, and I gave the blonde a smile, then I responded to the rest of the giggling girls by scanning the group. First, the girl next to her, then the girl across from her and then casually I landed on my beauty's lovely face. For a brief, time stopping moment, she and I actually locked eyes. Her golden brown, almost tea colored eyes, gave me a start and my lips parted unintentionally. My breasts subtly rose in the moment.
Without looking away, I returned to my uninvolved attitude and remarked to them all, "You're a happy bunch. I don't get too much happy. It's nice."
The blonde asked me, "You're like some kind of biker girl, right?"
I turned to answer her, but slowly. I turned my head sideways keeping my eyes locked for another moment on my object of desire and then reluctantly pulled my eyes away as I said, "I've got a bike. I've been in a few clubs. Not gangs, just biker clubs."
"I hear they are like so misogynist... is that true?"
I nodded. "They can be. Why, you want to hook up with a biker?" I said with a smirk.
They all giggled again. It was annoyingly innocent and school-girlish and I worked hard not to laugh at them.
She put her hands to her face and seemed to blush, "Oh, God! My father would kill me!" She gasped.
I moved forward to face the group, trapping them in the seats where they sat, a subtle power move that I knew would not go unnoticed by any of them.
I said, "Where are you girls from? Some kind of religious school?"
I moved my eyes among the innocent, slightly made up faces before me. Lastly, I locked again with those golden brown eyes I longed to possess and gave her a slightly lifted eyebrow along with an extra beat of paused moment before returning to the blonde.
I could smell the mix of shampoo and Chanell number 5 wafting up from their nubile, perfumed bodies. I wasn't crazy about women's perfume, but I had to remind myself that this would probably be the scent I would learn to live with... if things went well.
"We're from Cabrini." My obsession offered up before anyone else could get a word in. I turned to lock eyes with her again, my heart was beginning to leap in my chest.
"What do they teach you there? To be sloppy?" I said to her while eyeballing her up and down. I looked at her precious, pink lipstick covered mouth and then from one golden eye to the other golden eye. The triangle was unmistakable.
She blushed slightly and insisted, "No! Why would you say that?"
She answered with a playful look and curious smile which showed me dimples in her cheeks. I secretly decided to discover if there were also dimples on her lower back, just above each sweetly rounded school girl butt cheek. You know why those dimples are there? That's where one places their thumbs for a better grip.
I leaned over the group of them, crouching slightly, and with deft hand work removed the dollar bill from my skirt pocket. I reached down with my right hand and touched the ground between lovely's Oxford shoe covered feet.
I brought my hand quickly back up, brushing lightly on her creamy calf and lifted the dollar bill up to her curious face. I could smell her hair, her baby powder scent and I suddenly was aware of a dirty-sweet sexiness I had not perceived from far away.
Eyes locked on hers, refusing to give ground and look away, I told her. "Look what you lost on the ground... that's kinda sloppy."
She focused on the dollar and gasped, "Oh! I can't believe I did that! HA! Silly me!"
She then meekly took the dollar bill from my hand and murmured. "Thanks, I hate losing money."
I stood back up and said, "It does get expensive, Chelsea."
She pursed her lips. "How do you know my name?"
"It's on your little gold necklace." I told her while pointing to my own throat. I then gave her a pleased, closed lip smile.
She touched it with her fingers as though she had forgotten she was wearing it. "Oh, yeah... well.. right... " She fumbled out.
"So I suppose your name is skull?" She said with a twinkle in her eye while referring to my own necklace made of coral shell which had a small skull and crossbones at the center of it.
"No, I'm Terra. Like terra forma." I said with amusement, as though I enjoyed the unusual jokes that might come with the name.
The blonde then said to me. "You're not going to beat us up, are you?"
I smirked at her, but in a friendly way and replied, "Now, why would I do that?"
The brunette across from her piped up, " 'Cause we're geeks!" Then they all giggled a little bit at the statement.
"I look tough because I've had to be. I didn't go to a nice comfy high school, or come from a traditional family. I wasn't taken care of. That doesn't make me violent, though." I told them with an even, studied attitude.
Chelsea responded almost immediately with a comforting, almost motherly tone and said, "No, she didn't mean anything personal, you have to believe that... we just don't usually run into girls like you ... and you seem very different... that's all. No offense."
"Yeah, no offense." They all repeated.
I kept looking in those golden eyes and said, "You're a real sweetheart, Chelsea. And I'm not offended. I don't usually have chat sessions with 17 year old school girls either."
"Oh, we're all seniors!" The blonde offered. "We're graduating next month."
I looked at the blonde. "So, we're all seniors means..." I started, and then I looked over to Chelsea, "... that we're all legal?" I could have said "eighteen", but legal seemed a bit more sexy and subtly suggestive.
They all giggled and blushed. "Yeah." The blonde responded, though I didn't look her way. "We're BARELY legal." Then she gave a muffled laugh as though trying to avoid giving away a secret.
I was suddenly aware of my physicality toward them like never before. I stood over them, before them, my thighs bare and my vest hanging to the sides of my breasts which poked nipples toward them from under a thin white t-shirt. With my hands on my hips, scanning them individually and lingering on Chelsea over and over, I felt I owned them. Princess phones and all. I took in a silent moment to let the feeling sink into them, if they had been so perceptive.
At that moment, the train slowed and began to pull into another terminal along the route. Having done this a number of times now, I knew it was Chelsea's stop. I decided I'd not over-do the introduction, and pull back my advance as though I didn't care about her attentions.
"This your stop?" I asked the group.
The train did stop and the crowd stood from their seats to leave before the rush of incoming riders would enter. The girls all grabbed book bags and purses.
"Yeah. We have to go. Nice to meet ya, Terra." Said the blonde as she stood to leave. The brunette repeated her friend's social nice-ity. Chelsea didn't say anything as she stood up and grabbed her things. But, I was acutely aware of her every move as I turned away to let them exit the subway seats and I backed against the door again.
"Yeah, you ladies pass those final exams, now." I reminded them.
They all went to exit ahead of Chelsea and as she was the last, I gently grabbed the end of her elbow and she turned to look at me with those amazing golden eyes.
I said, "Chelsea, do you like lions?"
She actually turned to face me when she responded. Pointing her breasts right at me. I took a deep breath and held it. She hadn't just smiled or laughed and kept moving toward the door with her friends. She had turned towards me.
She said, "You mean like the cats?"
I moved slightly toward her, closing the gap between us a bit, but not too much as to give her a reason to fear.
I said, "Exactly like the cats."
With the crowd and her friends disappearing out of the doors behind us, she replied, "I love lions! Especially the lioness... she does it all. Has the babies and brings home the bacon."
I inhaled her heavenly breath, sweet and strawberry scented. Her lovely pink tongue danced before my lusting eyes behind straight white teeth and bee stung lips. I wanted to grab her there and now. Kiss her hard. Make her swoon like she never had considered in her whole teen age life. Swoon for me. Swoon for a tough biker chick in her mid-twenties who wanted to feel those hot, fresh thighs wrapped around my waist as she blossomed to a woman beneath me.
"You have eyes like a lion, Chelsea." I told her without breaking my gaze from her amazing eyes.
I knew the game: guy to guy, close, locked eye contact was a threat. But, for a female, intense focus was an arousal trigger. It was important that I not give in to doubt. I mustn't suddenly become nice and considerate of her position. I had to stay locked and aggressive on her no matter how she responded. My heart stopped beating in my chest in anticipation of her next move.
She lowered her eyes from my gaze and with a polite voice told me, "Look... I'm not a lesbian..." and then she looked up at me sideways as though afraid to offend me.
"I'm not either." I told her without budging. "I still find you amazing."
I stood there waiting for her to run, my stopped heart hoping she wouldn't. The passengers had filled in the subway cab and we were moments away from the doors closing and Chelsea missing her stop.
She was a few inches shorter and stood almost a hands breath away from me now, but she didn't move away. Instead she just stood there frozen, studying my face with subtle curiosity.
The passengers forced us to move a bit backward against the front door and we were suddenly even closer. The doors closed and the subway began to pull away. I could hear her friends calling to her as the train accelerated. Neither one of us looked away from the other as the train took off again.
Surrounded by the passenger filled cab, almost face to face, I noticed Chelsea seemed transfixed upon me. I gently reached out and grabbed her chin with my thumb and forefinger and pulled her forward as I pressed my mouth to hers. She was warm and sweet. Her lips voluntarily parting for my tongue to intrude into her hot, young mouth.
At first she seemed to lift her hands to my shoulders as though to push me away, but they never did push. They simply held, and my heart sang as her body rose to meet me and she tongue kissed me back in return.
When we parted the kiss, we faced each other almost too closely to really make eye contact. I could see her lips were wet with my saliva. She breathed heavily as our beasts pressed together. She blushed and gushed.
"What...?" I said in a close whisper.
"I never do this... kiss a complete stranger..."
"I'm sure." I told her with understanding. "Much less another girl, eh?"
"True... but..." She said sheepishly.
"But what, sexy girl?" I asked.
She put her hands on my upper chest and smiled up at me. "But I've seen you on the train before."
"You have?" I asked, knowing full well I had made a point of that happening.
"Yeah... and you're so strong ... independent... you don't seem to need anyone..."
"And you find that interesting?" I asked while beginning to encircle her waist with my arms, making her escape from my grasp almost impossible.
Her inhaling of my own breath was unavoidable. The crowd around us seemed oblivious to our actions as the car had filled with people and those around us were facing away from our embrace.
She shrugged. "You're like a lioness. I like lions."
I nodded my understanding and pulled her soft, yielding body toward me once again. I pressed my mouth on hers and felt her melt in my arms. Her jaw went slack as I pushed her mouth open to receive more of my probing, stabbing tongue. It was everything I could have hoped for.
With a wet suck I pulled back from her mouth to see her heavy lidded, half-sleepy half-lusty expression.
I said softly, "I made you miss your stop. Mine is coming up. I have my bike there in the lot. Come with me?"
"You can take me home?" She wondered innocently.
"I can. But I'll take you somewhere else first, if you'll let me." I told her and then I lightly pecked her mouth with my own.
Breathy, and obviously aroused she replied, "Okay... I ... find YOU... pretty amazing, too."
Hidden by the crowd, at the front of the cab by the doors that didn't open for passengers, we continued to hold each other like lovers, chatting and kissing at the same time. I felt warm and wet between my thighs at the amazing success I had had in capturing her attention and I was increasingly sure that I had aroused something in Chelsea that she had not experienced before as well.
When we exited the cab at the next stop, we held hands like a couple of kids who were on their first date. I then remembered parts of her confessed attraction and decided to re-instate a sense of aggression.
When we were clear of the street level portal and appeared into the early dusk above the station I stopped, crouched, and threw her bodily over my shoulder. She gasped and chuckled, but I knew it was the right move, because she hardly complained at being fireman carried with her skirt fluttering in the cool breeze, exposing her daisy patterned, pantied behind to the world.
I trounced with hard boots over to my bike where it was parked, all the while imagining her lovely dark and wavy hair flowing in the breeze behind my back. I took several looks to my right where her exposed derriere right next to my cheek made me even more sexually aggressive and wanton. With one hand I let go of those firm, youthful female legs and pulled those panties down and away from her covered loins and down her legs.
I then pulled up the moistened undies to my nose and inhaled her sexy aroma. I rolled my eyes with delight. I then shoved them into one of the tight little pockets in my leather skirt.
I could hear her behind me laughing in embarrassment and begging me not to undress her in public the entire time, but I ignored her protests, and I knew I should. The move was just one more power play to put her under me in my bed on a regular basis.
I plopped her naked, yet skirt covered ass down on the back of my suped up Harley and she looked up at me with an expression of mixed embarrassment and withheld retaliation.
She asked, "What are you going to do with those panties?"
I reached down and held that slightly rounded, little girl chin of hers and then ran my hand along the smooth, aquiline curve of her face. She didn't move, but allowed my silent caress. The light, cool breeze made her hair float slightly in the night air.
"They're mine now. My trophy." I told her with an assured smirk.
I then grabbed my helmet from the place I had locked it on the bike and pulled it over my head. I began to buckle it under my chin as I watched her lovely young ass sitting on the back of my bike simply waiting for me to take her somewhere... maybe somewhere exciting.
I pulled the helmet off again aggressively and leaned in to kiss her once again. Sh
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e seemed to enjoy my forcefully pushing her jaw down with my mouth and she hummed in response. Her mouth was wet and sweet. She placed her hands in my hair and kissed me in return. I then pulled away again and threw my leg over the bike.
I cranked it up and the engine roared to life. "Hold on tight!" I ordered. She hugged me around the waist.
"Don't I get a helmet?" She shouted over the engine noise.
"Sweetie." I replied. "Tonight, nothing is gonna be done right." I then twisted the throttle and the bike took off like a wild animal. I could hear her scream in delight behind me. She hugged me close and placed her head against my back. Her skirt was forced by the wind back and around her waist. This left her lovely young sex to mash against my leather seat and directly feel the merciless vibrations of the machine between her legs. This would be fun!
Racing through the city streets, I weaved back and forth, jumping from the tarmac when small hills allowed me to. We bounced and swerved like a roller coaster and Chelsea squealed and laughed throughout the whole ride.
If I had stopped to think and consider how incredibly well things had gone so far, I might have fumbled the whole episode. So I didn't. I didn't think at all, I just moved forward, living in the moment.
Instead, I thought about that firm, round buttocks of hers and how close it had been to my line of sight. I wanted to take a big delicious bite of that behind and just keep eating. Eating. Eating. Eating.
If I kept my approach naughty but not so aggressive that it triggered her fight or flight mechanism, I would be home free. The key was to keep her aroused, and curious, and in the moment as well. If done right, I would indeed dine at the buffet of sexy, young Chelsea.
I dismounted the bike a few blocks from our destination in a nearby parking lot, and turned to see her lovely, fresh face all flushed with excitement. Her hair was wild and spirally around her head.
I picked her up by the waist with both hands and lifted her up and off of the half seat which was behind my own seat on the bike. She grabbed my shoulders to steady herself, and laughed and squealed as I set her back down on her feet.
I pulled her toward me and crushed her breasts to mine, while kissing her hard again. When I pulled away, she was out of breath and clearly disheveled. I looked her over and then just happened to casually look over at my bike. The half seat she had been sitting on was soaked like I had left it out in a rain storm.
"What the hell did you do?" I asked her with an edge in my voice.
She seemed wobbly on her feet, and lifted her hands to her face to cover her mouth.
"I'm so sorry... I couldn't..."
"What? Did you..."
"No! No! That's not peepee!"
I put my fists on my hips. "Well, then what...ooooooohhhhhhhh..." I responded as if realizing that she had cum all over the seat, which had been immediately obvious to me.
"I'm sorry..." She said while holding her pretty cheeks with each hand. "I couldn't help it."
I looked down at her thighs and chuckled. "You're sweetly slick and shiny, love."
"I don't know how to clean it." She insisted.
I shook my head. "It will dry on its own. Leather seat."
I took another moment to regard her and insisted, "Give me your hair brush, or a comb."
"Oh, do I look awful?" She replied. She seemed genuinely concerned that she did indeed now look awful.
"More like, wild and untamed." I told her with a devilish smile.
She pulled her book bag from its place on her back and dug around inside for a moment. She then produced a long spine comb which would work just perfectly for bringing her back to her coifed sanity. She wobbled the entire time. Her knees seemed ready to buckle.
I took the comb from her and remarked, "Are you going to fall down on me? Why can't you stay still?"
"I have to sit down." She said all embarrassed and confused and she made her way over to the bike again. "I'm still vibrating." She then pulled up her skirt and plopped her nude behind back down on the larger seat I had been on.
I walked over to her and began to smooth out the wired mess of hair that the ride had made of her wavy locks and I said, "That must have been some orgasm."
Her hair was severely tangled and I would need to be careful not to pull on knots and hurt her while combing her out.
She blushed and said in reply, "I think I counted more than one."
"Dirty girl." I said with a smirk.
I then pushed aside her mess of hair, which revealed her shell like ear, the smooth curve of her jaw and the vulnerable nape of her pretty neck. She cocked her head to the side allowing me to begin to comb through her hair and I could see the small tuft of side burn near her ear, the hair line of her brow and down her neck from behind her head. The skin was flawless and milky white. The hair somewhat "baby-fine" but with a bit more body that what that definition ordinarily implies.
I leaned over and pressed my lips to her throat. I took a small bite and began to suck on her soft flesh, all the while considering just how much hickey I wanted to give her at this point in our relationship. Blindly, I reached down and fondled one of her melon breasts. She made little throaty sounds as I sucked on her and she seemed totally resigned to my actions.
I quickly stopped my hickey quest and stood up. I then continued to work on smoothing out her hair. She sat there allowing me to groom her. Despite the half lidded, sleepy expression on her face, she sat there squirming slightly beneath me, rubbing her thighs together with small, almost imperceptible movements. She also moved her jaw slightly back and forth as though she may be silently grinding her teeth.
After about ten minutes, I finished my job of re-smoothing her hair and grabbed her face beneath me. I kissed her hard and fast once again and this time, her tongue danced outside of her mouth with mine in an ugly display of inhuman kissing. Our tongues lapped and licked, saliva dripped from our open mouths in a disgusting display. When it was over, we both had shiny cheeks and dripping wet chins and necks.
I looked her dead in the eyes. I had an attitude of lust and hunger, one which was not all that in-genuine. I took a deep breath and snorted like a pit bull. She responded with a silent, yet pleased smile. She seemed very self satisfied that she had obviously inspired such animal lust within me.
I looked about the parking lot, it was half full with cars, and there seemed to be no one in the cars. Out on the street there was very little sidewalk traffic. I looked up and scanned the windows of the nearby buildings.
Then, without a word, I knelt before my little school girl with the burning loins and threw her parted legs over my shoulders. The leg lifting pushed the skirt up and back, revealing her lovely pink slash of a vagina, all shiny and more dark pink that I would have imagined. Chelsea, being so sexually aroused, I wasn't all that surprised.
"WAIT! What are you..." She began to protest as I bowed my head forward and got a full sense of the smell and heat of her young, horny sex. I pressed my mouth to her vaginal lips and shoved my tongue deep inside of her.
I almost drowned.
She groaned like a bitch in heat and flailed about above me as I licked and sucked on sweet strawberry flavored juices of Chelsea's aroused sex. My hands at her hips held her in place on the bike seat.
"MMMMMmmmmm! OOOHhhnnnnn!! WWWWOOOOOOW!" She groaned gutturally.
Her hands gripped and ran though my own hair as I subjected her to my lustful cunnilingus attack on her hot, gushing sex. Chelsea quickly became very rigid, and grabbed hold of my head with both hands. She wrapped her legs around my head and in a completely surprising move, orgasmed and flood squirted me full in the face and mouth.
Never having done this before, I felt myself engulfed by the rushing flood waters forcefully "fire-hosing" out of her body. I closed my eyes and let the torrent wash over me. I held my breath as best I could and suddenly realized it was me who was at her mercy, and not the other way around.
Stunned, I fell backwards onto my ass on the tarmac of the parking lot as Chelsea released my head with her powerful young legs. My face was soaked. Liquid washed over my eyes. The front of my t-shirt was clinging wetly to my breasts. I tried to look up at her through watery eyes but could only see her tottering silhouette on the bike seat above me.
Her in-discriminant figure then seemed to fall forward from the bike, and in the lowered darkness of the parking lot, with all its gravel and tar, she was suddenly on top of me. She was crying, so I surmised, as I could see nothing but darkness and watery shadows all around me.
"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" She groaned out to me, her tears lightly raining on my moist skin.
I touched her face and grabbed her shoulder as I lay halfway on my back in the dirt.
"Don't be sorry." I said in blind darkness. "You're just a squirter. Didn't you know that?"
"A... a what?" She moaned with grief.
"That wasn't urine, baby. That's orgasm juice. Some women can squirt all the way across a room. It's natural." I assured her as I looked up into a darkened face with no features surrounded by waves of hair.
My loss of control in the situation had become glaringly obvious to me. What would this look like to some patron of the parking lot who had just arrived to retrieve their car? How would I explain all of this to a police officer?
I didn't smell any bacon nearby, but I had to recover quickly and get us off of the street anyhow. If bacon did show up, we'd just throw eggs at it. Bacon and eggs go well together.
Chelsea held my hand as I dragged her down the cement sidewalk, she skipped and stutter stepped behind me the whole way to our destination. There was an alley way, dimly lit by nearby lights which led to a small door with only one lamp in the corner to illuminate its façade. The dark brick building was behind all the rows of brilliant lights from retail establishments that lined the boulevard. One had to know about this location or it could not be found.
We were both a bit out of breath from our hurried rush to escape the parking lot and Chelsea pushed her back against the wall next to the door. In the single dramatic light she was both dangerous and innocent. I grabbed her face with both of my hands and pushed my tongue into her mouth once again. She hummed her pleasure. All I needed now was a bed, I thought to myself.
I pulled away and knocked on the wooden door without looking away from her.
She asked, "Where are we?"
"A club. You'll like it."
"I'm eighteen!"
"You won't be drinking." I told her.
There was a small rectangular window embedded in the door at about eye level and it slid back revealing a pair of large, darting eyes. A deep male voice said, "Terra? that you?"
"Yeah, Ocean. Let me in." I replied, still out of breath and wet with girl juice.
The rectangle slid closed and the door opened to reveal the six foot figure of the door man, Ocean. He was a mix of some three or four races which I had never asked about, but he had smooth, friendly features and close cropped dark hair which had been shaved close on both sides of his head. He wore a black suit with black shirt and black tie. He was very smooth and sharp looking.
"C'mon in, Terra... oh, wait! What is this?" He started as he almost let me enter the club but then stopped short as he spotted Chelsea.
"Hi!" Chelsea greeted.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "She's my date."
He blinked, looked at her and then back at me and spat, "Date?"
I chuckled. "Yeah, ...date."
He gave me a curious look and said, "Well, this is new."
"C'mon, Ocean." I pleaded. "Let us in."
"She can't drink."
"She won't drink. Maybe just some weed." I offered.
"Garrison might be showing up later..."
"I'm not worried about Garrison tonight! I'm with Chelsea. Now either let us in or don't... you're killing my game!"
He nodded and waved us inside. "C'mon, c'mon. Just make sure you take care of business, Miss Terra." He admonished.
I patted him on the chest as we walked by him, "Don't worry."
Chelsea and I moved through the crowded upper part of the club where the catwalk ran all the way around the top and stairs at various points ran downward into the basement-like dance club. It was somewhat crowded but not enough that she couldn't see the club for all its benefits for the first time.
There were multiple colored beams of light swaying back and forth to the loud, pulsating music and the dance floor in the center of the room had squares that were flashing multi colored lights from under the floor.
We stopped and held onto the railing bar and watched the crowd for a brief moment.
I told her, "This place is called Prohibition."
"It's not 6pm yet, how can it be so crowded?" She asked.
"Not everyone works nine to five, sweetie! This party goes on all day and all night. But, you have to know it's here. That only happens through connections."
"It's really BOSS! Were you serious about the weed?"
"Can't you smell it?"
She nodded impishly and crinkled her nose. "I can..."
"Well, let's get you some." I answered and grabbed her lovely hand. I led her toward the stairs and down into the crowd of the club.
We were curiously surrounded by a pride of both freaks and normals who seemed to be simply having a great time being there even if the guy next to them was dressed in something akin to a Mardi Gras "spider" costume or some such loony-ness.
There was orange clown hair and bat wings attached to backs. There was a guy with huge eye glasses dressed in a neon blue suit that had little flashing light bulbs of magenta along the seems. There was also a vampire woman with a skinny, half naked man on the end of a chain. The usual creepy freaks.
I pulled Chelsea toward the bar on the bottom deck by the huge checkered dance floor and found a small opening between bizarros standing there having cocktails and I called to Biggie, the guy behind the bar.
"Hey, Biggie!" I called out over the blaring base beats pummeling everyone's ear drums. He looked up and saw me while filling a glass for someone with one of the soda fountain hoses. I made a weed smoking gesture and he nodded toward me.
Biggie was a young, skinny white guy with short blonde hair and no chin. In my circles, he was a "pansy", but he was still nice to me and the other motor club members when we came into the club. He wore an all black, long sleeve shirt, with black slacks and a black tie. He pulled a cigar box from under the counter and came toward my place at the bar.
I turned to Chelsea to get her attention so that we could choose our blunts, but she was otherwise preoccupied. She stood next to me watching the crazies on the dance floor with her hands over her mouth in embarrassed amazement.
"Chelsea..." I shouted. "This is Biggie, he has a blunt for you."
She turned to me. "Oh, my God! Do you see that guy?"
She was referring to a freakish looking dude on the dance floor who had something like a pair of softballs in a rubber bag which was hanging between his legs and swinging back and forth as he danced with a chick who was still dressing like "aerobics class" Pat Benetar in the 70's.
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, half laughing myself. "People come here to be weird."
She laughed hard and gasped while trying to hide her face with her hands.
"Grab a blunt!" I shouted while pointing to the box.
With a look of surprise on her face she reached over the bar and took a doobie from the carton. I took one as well.
"This is Biggie." I told her while pointing to the bar tender.
I turned to Biggie. "This is Chelsea... first time here..." I shouted.
They both waved at each other and nodded, the distance between them and the raucous noise level of the club rendering social convention to a limited scope. Biggie took the carton away and returned to his work. He gave me a little wink and a smile as he moved away.
I pulled a small lighter out of my boot and gestured to Chelsea to let me light her fire. She popped the rolled marijuana cigarette between her teeth and said, "You didn't pay him..."
I lit her blunt and said, "I have an account..."
"I can help... I have money..." She managed through clenched teeth.
"Don't bother!" I returned with a shake of my head.
She squinted and took a draw. She nodded her approval as she smoothly handled the breathing and smoking without a cough.
I looked at her sideways. "You've done this before."
She nodded with a big grin. "Oh, yeah!"
I took a long, slow puff myself and regarded her, eye to eye. I raised my hand to the side of her face and stroked her creamy cheek with the back of my hand.
"Let's dance with the freaks." I shouted.
She nodded while holding the smoke in between her lips. I took her hand and we inserted ourselves into the maddened crowd. There wasn't much room, so we stood almost breast to breast and began to move to the rhythms. Smoke flowed between us and encircled out heads.
I took note of her high school uniform and couldn't help but think about how many people here must have thought we were only part of the costume crowd. Two totally legal chicks playing a role game as the biker chick and the school girl.
I reached out and took Chelsea's smoke from her mouth, holding it with my left hand. I took a deep drag on my own cigarette and then pressed my mouth to hers, deeply kissing her as we shared the cloying smoke which must have drained from our noses and ears.
When I pulled slightly away, Chelsea had a sleepy, almost seductive look on her face. The girl enjoyed her weed, and it would seem she was not all that sexually conservative as well. I smiled inwardly at this fact.
As we danced and ground our bodies against each other, and those around us, I found myself rising up off the ground in a strange, almost spiritual way. The music was in us, around us and on us. It thumped and pumped and staggered us on several levels. The lights spun and flashed around us in confusing kaleidoscope colors. The weed worked its magic and set our inhibitions free.
I pulled Chelsea close to me and grabbed both of her butt cheeks with my hands. She laughed face to face as I ground my sex against her. Those lion eyes of hers flashed with mischief at me and she seemed to physically go submissive and perhaps a little shy as I kissed her gently and then tilted her sideways and bit into her soft, lovely neck.
She gave out with a bit of a yelp, though I knew she wasn't harmed.
A bit of an actress, she feigned a worried look and said, "We shouldn't do this! We're girls! It's not right!" And she frantically looked around us for some sign of disapproval in the crowd.
I chuckled and grabbed the waist band of her skirt just below her belly button and pulled her in close. With a mock sneer I said, "Not everything has to be right... now does it?"
She placed her hands on the sides of her face and gave a shocked "home alone" look in response. She dropped the face, then took a drag of her Mary Jane cig, which she held in between her fingers, closed her eyes, drew the smoke in and then blew it out. She then returned to the shocked face.
We both laughed. I leaned in and shouted in her ear, "Are you in the drama club?"
"Can you tell?" She asked with a feigned concerned look.
I smiled and pulled her to me, my hands on her waist at first. I then moved them around to her back to get her as close as possible. My chin was over her shoulder, her chin was over mine as we hugged.
I leaned into her ear and said, "I want you." I then stood there not moving and watching the freaks dance behind us.
After a long moment, she rubbed my arm with her hand and replied, "I know... I know..."
She then folded her arms around my neck and cradled her head on my shoulder. We began to slowly dance, even though the music of the club was frantic trance rhythms.
We danced alone in a crowd, just us two for what seemed like a long, long time. A heavenly long time.
It was 9pm. I was certain Chelsea's parents had already called the police when she hadn't come home for dinner. But she wouldn't be gone from their lives for more than a few more hours. She promised me that she would be able to handle them and their worry-wort parenting. I believed her.
My second floor bedroom in the complex located just off the city's east side, near all the industrial and trucking terminals, was dimly lit and filled with the cool, soft breeze of the evening. I stood leaning with my back to the wall on the far end of the room.
A nearby vertical rectangle of a window dimly lit my figure. I was dressed only in my T-shirt and a pair of brief, dark panties. My naked toes dug into the plush carpet on the floor and I felt indulged.
The sheer, chiffon drapes hanging from the window rustled and waved gently in the night time. I had one hand flat against the wall behind my back and the other holding my blunt in two fingers as I dragged and smoked on my third blunt. Chelsea had out done me on the smoking. It was a startling surprise.
The smoke rose and twisted in the darkened room and little shards of light illuminated it at different points in an ongoing, circus of colors. The light beams emanated from a high in the sky yellow moon which punched a hole in the night time. I felt still. Introspective. I watched the scene across the room from me with quiet analysis as I smoked.
The thinly latticed picture window on the other side of the room cast elongated rectangles of soft light across the room and onto the reclining, nude form of Miss Chelsea McAdams. It softly rolled across her gently rising and lowering breasts, her delightfully flat tummy and even gave a glint to the soft, dark bush which barely covered her lovely sex and pointed my way to pleasure.
With each puff of her blunt, she gently illuminated her soft features which were obscured and diffused in the dim lighting. Nude, and on my bed, which was covered with a plastic zip bag for preserving the mattress, she seemed to me the epitome of unspoiled perfection.
With her dark hair fanned out on the pillow which was under her head, she resembled artwork, or at least photo journalist art. I though about this, the unspoiled part, and if indeed this had been the thing I had picked up on when I first saw her on the downtown train.
Did I consider myself spoiled? Ruined? Did I want to return to that little girl I knew who used to run in the daisy fields after fireflies near the Duggan farm? Taking a bite out of Chelsea's behind or her sweetly soft neck might have been analogous to ingesting some of that un-spoiled girl I saw laying before me, who might just remind me of the Terra I had lost growing up in foster care.
Suddenly I became aware that she had been watching me watching her in the moonlight. Though her eyes were obscured and dark, I could feel them cutting right through me across the flickering, smoke filled room.
"Chelsea..." I said with a puff of smoke. "Do you trust me? Do you trust me not to hurt you?"
"That's silly." She whispered. "You could have done that already... if you wanted."
"I could've just been waiting to get you alone."
"Nono. I felt your kiss down to my core. I know better."
I nodded. I knew what she meant. I had had a cat when I was a little girl whom I used to kiss on the head all the time. She trusted me implicitly. I slowly moved over to Chelsea and sat down beside her naked butt on my bed. I looked down at her, she was all high on mary jane and feeling no pain.
"Kisses can do that: Transmit trust." I told her.
"I'm not a virgin."
"No?"
"When I was fifteen, boy next door... he was all thumbs... " She laughed. "It was fast and awful."
"First times often are... but not always."
"He had this nasty ammonia flavor..." She said with a grimace.
"Why tell me this? I didn't ask."
"I trust you."
I nodded. "I see."
I passed my hand over her nude tummy and enjoyed the youthful ambienc
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e of her body.
"You'll have children one day. They'll be smart and beautiful." I told her.
"I'm not so sure... I kinda have a thing for black men..." She joked with a giggle.
I gasped and lightly slapped her thigh. "That's AWFUL!"
"I know! I know!" She chuckled. "It's just a stupid joke."
"My gyno is black!" I insisted, implying professionalism can be obtained by all.
She sweetly smiled at me and bent her arm at the elbow, offering her opened hand.
I placed my hand in hers and gripped her firmly.
She said, "We must see with the heart. The heart is eternal."
I lowered my eyelids and went thoughtful for a moment.
"You amaze me, Miss McAdams. More than I could have imagined."
"Your apartment is nice. Expensive. What do you do for a living?" She wondered.
"I used to work on bikes... about 5 years ago... I went penny stocks... learned to pump and dump. I never looked back."
"Ohhhh... that's why all the computers in the big room."
"Member of the Oxford Club, too."
"My dad knows them."
"Oh, Daddy has money?" I asked, knowing full well that he of course did.
"Why does a biker girl with money need the subway?" She asked rather pointedly.
I took a deep breath. I looked her in the lioness eyes and said, "To find Chelsea."
I then stood up and went over to two oscillating fans by the far wall which were about six feet apart from each other. I turned them both on. They began to gently push air around the room.
"That's cold!" She gasped. "You're making ME cold." And she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm not here to ruin you, Chelsea." I told her. "I'm here to perhaps show you something you have never seen before. Something you'll always remember me for."
I walked out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall. Chelsea remained on the bed, holding herself. I returned two minutes later with a silver metal bucket of ice and water.
She sat up when I entered the room. "What is that? I'm already all goose-pimply..."
"Lie back down." I told her. "You have to trust."
"But... that...that's ice water!" She said clutching her shoulders and already shivering.
"Hang on." I told her while raising the bucket above her.
She closed her eyes hard and folded up her body. "OHHHHH! That's why the bed is covered in plastic!"
"That's right." I said, lifting the bucket above her. The water and ice cubes poured down and onto her chest and belly with a rushing sound and quickly turned the bed into a slushy mess.
"AAAAUUGGGHHH!" She screamed. "That's freezing COLD!"
"Lie back." I told her and I assisted her in reclining. Her skin was indeed freezing and wet.
"C-C-Cold! N-n-n-n-not suh-sexy!! N-n-n-not a n-n-ice th-ing!" She spat with a terse, almost betrayed attitude.
I held up a fist. "See this fist?"
"HHHMMMM-HMMM-" She said all frozen and a little bit angry.
"Like a flower at night time. When the sun warms it in the morning, it opens naturally. Joyfully."
I then opened my palm like a flower.
She shuddered and shook on the bed trying to understand what this all could be leading to. Laying in the pool of icy water that was under her back and feeling the fans blowing the cool night air on her nude form, she groaned and grunted. "MMMnnngggg! NNNNgggg!" Her eyes were wide and questioning, the heights of her ability to trust were being tested at their limits.
I crawled over the top of her and placed my knees on the bed on each side of her. Straddling her hips I took several of the ice cubes and began running them over her body. I took special interest in her breasts and those now hard and pointy pink nipples.
I drew little wet lines of icy water over her pimply flesh. In each hand I held an ice cube and I ran the frozen pieces around and around the stiff and swollen "eraser head" type nipples. She groaned deeply with pleasure.
"OOOhhhhggggnnnn!"
I nodded. "See? You're entering that sweet spot between pleasure and pain."
"St-st-still freezing!" She chattered out.
I hopped up quickly and shut off the fans, not wanting to lose her begrudging coperation. Then I re-mounted her. I leaned down and began to kiss her swollen breasts. I opened my teeth just a little and began to bite lightly at each hardened little breast bud. I ran my tongue around and around the bright pink areolas.
"OOOHHhhhhhh..." She groaned in wonderment. Her body arched upward. Her face etched in a kind of realization of the unknown. Her smooth body was shiny and slick from the ice water and reflected in the moonlight.
I then full mouth sucked each fully swollen titty, back and forth, over and over. She closed her eyes and groaned, her body undulating beneath me. I then ran my tongue up and down the center of her chest, caressing her with my hands wherever I was able. She couldn't help but shiver.
Her eyes were getting sleepy but she still eeked out, "Cold! cold!" She begged.
"Okay, my little flower." I told her, feeling that perhaps it was time for mercy. I then brushed away the ice cubes onto the floor. Much of the puddling water I also pushed away onto the floor. It was an indoorutdoor rug, so I wasn't concerned.
I then got up and went to the dresser which was between the two windows. Chelsea remained laying down, enduring her agony.
I returned with a battery operated hair dryer in my right hand, a quickly slipped on "strap on penis" around my hips and I forced her legs apart as I pushed up on top of her.
I held up the dryer and said, "Here comes the warmth!"
I then turned it on and aimed it directly at her lower belly, just above her dark triangle. The sudden shift in temperature on her loins made her eyes go wide and she groaned in such a way that the sound she made actually seemed to surprise her doubly at that very instant.
"OOOHHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDDDD!" She intoned with deep, guttural pleasure.
She reached up with her hands to grab hold of my own breasts and I pulled off my top and threw it aside. I leaned in and let her fondle me.
I nodded. "Uh, huh! Feel that? See what's happening?" I said with a smirk and a nod.
She bit her lip and squeezed my titties. "MMMMnnnn!" Was all she could say in response. But that response was indeed positive, and I smiled with gleeful pleasure.
I passed the warm air dryer up and down her center, letting it rest just briefly enough to make her body go from cold fish to warm, reddish colored budding beauty. I then turned her over and warmed her back, up and down. Up and down. My strap on penis nestled gently between her firm, rounded buttock cheeks when I did this. Over and over I turned her back and front, back and front until the plastic mattress bag itself was now a bit uncomfortably warm and dry.
I put the dryer down on one of the night tables next to the bed and sat back on my haunches to regard her now. She was wild eyed and flushed and she wrapped her healthy, well formed legs around my waist. It was a move women do when they want a man to impregnate them. I doubt that Chelsea fully understood what she had just signaled to me.
I lay on top of her and we kissed. We hugged. I inserted my strap on penis into her waiting sex and she arched her back and moaned in response. But she didn't break our clutch.
"UUunggggAAAAhhh!" She groaned in little girl tones of subjected helplessness and slightly fearful pleasurable ambivalence.
The lovely, female animal tones were directly in my ear from her widely gaping sweet lips. Her hair mixing with my own, made my chin resting on her shoulder a bit more comfortable than most times when men have been with me in a similar position.
My hands ran over and across her smooth, yet sinewy back. They clutched and pulled and petted as she writhed and undulated beneath me. She was so soft, so helplessly yielding and warm, and also so sweetly divine in her youthful sexual awakening, that I felt like I might just melt right into her amorous body and become a part of her living soul.
Her legs tightened their grip about my waist as I began to slowly, yet a bit forcefully, drive the rubber strap on penis into her velvety, lubricating sex.
"UGH!" I grunted over her shoulder. I knew all the notes to hit in this situation, even if the sensation of entering her cleaving sugar pot were lost to me. I wanted Chelsea to know the full experience, and with my own experience I would fill in all the gaps which didn't automatically come naturally.
Her nails dug deeply into my back and she groaned in deep, gasping tones. "GGGGGOOOOUUUdddddd!"
I gritted my teeth and then began to pump her with a regular rhythm. "GRRRR!" I intoned.
"Ohhhh!OOOHHH!" She gasped and choked out. Her chest was mashing against my own and I could feel her body jack-knifing over and over beneath me. She became more and more animated as I upped my thrusting pulse and before we knew it, we were riding a high road to the kind of uncontrolled sexual heaven most could only dream of.
In and out of her vagina I pumped. Again and again and again. What I felt Chelsea really needed was a good, vigorous fucking. I was more than willing to oblige her.
She pulled back her lips in an ugly grimace and threw her head back . She arched her spine a little more and opened her honey pot for even more access to my pummeling rubber member.
"EEEERRRRGGGGhhhhGGGGEEERRRGGGGHHHggghh!!" She groaned.
She did this so loudly that I worried my neighbors might call the police for fear of someone being killed. Truth be told, I WAS killing her. I wanted her best and biggest orgasms as a woman to have come from ME.
Before I knew it, my wishes were granted.
Chelsea grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me upward into a sitting position. She then took her legs, still wrapped around my midsection and flattened me down against the bed. The move was so sudden and forceful that I hardly had time to respond before SHE was on top of ME!
With another one of those torrential waterfall squirts, she bathed me in girl juice that splashed and splattered all over the room. She let out with a tiger growl worthy of Sheena of the Jungle herself.
"RRROOOwwwwOOOwwwwllllooooOOOoooo!"
I had to close my eyes and raise my hands to my face so as not to drown again, but it did little good. Her hot mouth was suddenly on mine, her tongue in my throat and her hands were pulling at my hair. Her loins had found the rubber penis and re-inserted it. Her hips were now in full swing, around and around making the bed rock back and forth as she pleasured herself.
She sat upward and grabbed hold of my breasts with her finger nail, claw-like hands and closed her eyes. She bit her lip, enjoying some internal ecstasy.
My face soaked and my hair wet and matted on the plastic covered mattress, I could only lie there beneath her and ride the back and forth thrusting motion of the entire bed as her full weight ground into my own sex.
The bed creaked and squawked, and I imagined it was complaining about the rather animalistic treatment we were both receiving. I thought to myself as though referring to the bed's distress: I know how you feel, buddy. We may never get another good nights sleep ever again.
While grinding her sex, Chelsea looked down at me with gritted teeth and a nasty, angry face. She then slapped one of my breasts with a medium hit which made it bounce and jiggle. I felt the pain, but it was quite minor.
I gasped. "YOU DID NOT!
"I DID!" She said almost defiantly. She then slapped the other breast.
A bit incensed, but not out of control of my emotions, I threw her back on the bed and rolled on top of her again. She had a look of wild expectation in her eyes.
"You're going to pay for that, missy!" I told her with pointed finger.
I grabbed her hips and forced her over on her tummy with one brusk move. I then slapped her behind and grabbed the soaked pillow from the head of the bed. With one push I shoved it under her tummy and hips, raising her butt high in the air.
"Face down and ass up, that's your place in life little school girl!" I admonished her.
I then thrust the penis deep into her gaping sex and, noticing that she did indeed have little dimples on each side of her back above her butt cheeks, I placed my thumbs there and gripped her sides with my own nail induced bear claw grab.
"OOOOWWWWWW!" She howled as her flesh felt me dig into her from two distinct points.
My thighs slapped and clapped against her upper thighs and sweetly rounded buttocks like a clapper board they use in an orchestra to make those "crack of the whip" sounds in Christmas sleigh ride instrumentals.
Her body waved helplessly beneath me, her head bobbing up and down as she held herself up on her hands and knees while I rode her doggie style.
"You're my bitch!" I told her. "You slap a breast... I fuck you raw!"
"UUuhhh...hhuuhhh..." She responded while her head hung down to the bed and she gyrated and wobbled under my fierce rutting of her sensuous body.
Deep in her chest I could hear a subtle rising sound. It was like the sound the downtown train first makes when it becomes perceptible to those waiting on the loading platform. It started low and gentle and then began to build. I smiled wryly as I kept up my pounding of her sex.
"MMMmmmmmNNNNNnnnnnn..." She moaned.
"NNNn-nungNNNn-nungNNNn-nungNNNn-nung..." She muttered deep in her breath with each thrust.
The sound steadily rose, and I could feel her body tensing for one killer orgasm.
"NNNuuuuhhhUUuhhhUuuuhhhhhUuuuuhhhhhuUUUhhhhhh!" She began to emit with strikingly powerful fidelity. It was almost a noise one could never suspect of a human being.
As the sound rose, my thighs became wetter and wetter. Almost instantly there was a river around my knees. Each thrust into her gaping, wanton sex came with a splash of girl juice on my chest and even a little found its way to my own grimacing face.
In one move she reached up and grabbed the headboard. She looked over her shoulder with one eye and went rigid over her whole body. A growling scream left her lips from deep in her lungs and the orgasm came.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed while shaking the whole bed.
I was caught in an earthquake, a violent shaking of the entire room. Chelsea thrust her hips backward and fired a literal cannon of forceful girl juice stream so powerful that it unplugged the dildo from her sex and I rocketed backwards and off of the bed as a result.
I fell swimming and flailing and blinded by another unbelievable shot of female cum which I could never have imagined for any fictional story I might have written. I mean, who would believe it?
For a brief moment I lay sprawled on the floor, trying to regain my senses. What had I done wrong in life to have not been blessed with such a talent? I didn't know. Chelsea had truly answered my aggressive call. She had done so with an unexpected tool of battle which I had not been ready for.
Lying on the floor, wondering how she was at the moment, above me on the bed but hidden from my immediate sight, I hoped she was okay. I got up quickly to find out, removing the strap on penis as I rose. Surely she had shocked herself as well as myself by the unexpected fierceness of her sexual squirting ability.
As I got up, the sweat and juice I was covered with ran down my body like a light spring shower. My hair was now back and slicked down, my breath tried to re-assert itself by making me breathe heavier. I crawled onto the bed.
Chelsea was lying on her stomach, her face glancing away from me, toward the nearby window and pointing toward the bed headboard. As far as I could tell, she was okay. Her back rose and fell in gentle breaths. Her naked skin was shiny in the moonlight.
I grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and lifted her face up. She lightly groaned. I placed the soaked pillow behind my lower back and against the bed board. I then lifted my knees around Chelsea's head so that her face was between my own now sloppy sex and I gently pushed her mouth down to my vaginal sheath.
"MMmnnn-nnn" She murmured.
She then grasped my thighs with each hand and began to lick and suck lovingly at my mons ventris. I looked down and saw her cute little nose nestled lovingly in my own pubic triangle and smiled to my self. Girl juice ran in rivulets down my body in small, cooling waves as the heat in my sex began to grow and warm me internally from my most sensitive female organ.
Chelsea's tongue was sloppy and indirect, but with a small area to work within, she managed to accidentally accomplish her mission on more than one occasion. I could feel her lovely pink tongue stroke and caress my clitoris over and over again.
The electric sensations grew and grew within me with each stroke. The first began deep in my womanhood and then began to branch out. With one stroke they reached further out. With the next stroke they reach further again. I put my head back against the board as the sensations could soon be felt inside my toes and my ear lobes all at once.
"OOOhhhhhh..." I groaned as waves of delicious, incusant sexual energy and pleasurable sensations began to flow back and forth within my body.
I couldn't help but wiggle my hips a little to grind Chelsea's young mouth over and over into my dripping, sopping sex.
She placed her hands on either side of my ass and then began to lap at me like a puppy with an ice cream cone. I groaned loudly.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She giggled. "Now I have YOU!" She said softly between licks.
I grabbed her head by the hair on top and buried her mouth in my sex in response. I wouldn't tell her so, but she was indeed correct. Little miss school girl had the strong biker chick just where she wanted her. But then, I wanted it as well.
My sweat and cum covered breasts heaved with the deep breathing which I was familiar with just before my own arriving orgasm and I pulled her in more tightly and threw my head back and ground my own teeth. My eyes were tightly shut. My attention was on the rising tide of sexual aggression building deep in my belly due to the hot pink tongue of Chelsea McAdams.
"UUUGGGNNNNN! UUUGGGNNNN!" I groaned with each hip grind and tongue thrust.
And then it hit me and my eyes went wide with surprise. It rose like a great white wave of orgasmic energy that I could hardly believe. I saw nothing before me except a field of white and my loins seemed to catch a torrent of fire as hot waves firecracker exploded all the way from my spasming clitty to the top of my head.
My ears rang with a thunderous noise. My mouth went wide in shock. My body went rigid against the head board. Somewhere, some crazy woman was screaming and there was a jackhammer bobbling me back and forth and up and down and back and forth and up and down from underneath my ass.
And then there was nothing.
The milky, thick darkness was curiously interesting. I felt as though I were in two places at once. I was here with my eyes closed, feeling my back on the slick, plastic mattress bag, but also I was somewhere else. I was somewhere where the lion lays down with the lamb.
I ran in a field of daisies chasing butterflies. There was the innocent laughter of children far off in the distance. I could hear their joy. It made my eyes water a bit, for it was a fond memory of which I was no longer a part. But, here and now, I had touched briefly on the timeless wonder of that innocence which had been removed from me so long ago. I felt a choke in my throat. A tear ran unseen down my cheek and pooled under my ear on the mattress.
Chelsea. Where was Chelsea?
I remembered an old story from a Buddhist I had once known. It was called: The Snake and The Sparrow. In it a small child asks a parent why a sparrow, who can fly away and escape from a preying snake, remains just out of reach as the snake approaches. The parent tells the child, it is because the sparrow enjoys peering into the face of death.
With that bit of melodramatic information shaking me back to reality, I threw open my eyes and tried to re-focus on the present. I thought to myself: Where are you my little sparrow?
There was solo piano music playing on my stereo. It was my George Winston album, the one called December, I believe. Its gentle, single notation was relaxing and calming for one just awaking from orgasmic bliss. I could feel the breeze of one of the fans listing over my skin, finding little nooks and crannies to unperceptively dry me from my amorous shower.
I shifted my attention over to my right, as I felt a presence next to me. Not simply next to me, but so close that it enveloped me.
I opened my eyes and Chelsea was holding me, her arms wrapped around me and her legs holding mine as much as a lying position will allow. Her face was next to mine and our eyes met. She was rapturously beautiful.
Her face was etched with concern and she asked gently, "Why are you crying?"
I cleared my throat and whispered, "I wasn't..."
She gently snapped back, "You WERE."
Realizing she wasn't going to let me off easy, and not wanting to insult her intelligence, I said reluctantly, "I went somewhere..."
"Where?" She asked expectantly, though it was difficult in this moment of sheer soul bearing not to have expected it. In response I knew that only the truth would suffice. Only the truth would satisfy that connection which we both seemed to quietly require at this time.
I looked over her tasseled hair which crowned her face, then over both of her heavy lidded eyes, down the cute, turned up nose and then to those delicious, pouting lips and I tried to speak.
I tried to tell her the honesty of my heart and found it difficult. I swallowed hard, hoping she would see my discomfort and release me from this soul bearing moment of honesty. But, she only quietly awaited my response with a steady, loving gaze.
Feeling like a confessing witness on the stand in front of the world, I eeked out, " I went somewhere ... where I was once... Chelsea..."
She seemed to peer off into some inner world at this and was lost in thought for a moment. She then looked back at me with a devilish grin. I was thankful, for she was sensing my vulnerability and about to let me up off of the mat, so to speak.
She said, "So I win?"
I pursed my lips in amusement. I replied while nodding, "Yeah... you win."
We then snuggled and kissed for what must have been an hour or so. I lost track of time, because there was a flock of doves singing in my breast.
Summer came and went all too quickly. The fall arrived and the heat abated and the green of the surrounding foliage turned a miasma of yellow, orange and brown. There was a cooling bite in the air and talk of football on everyone's lips.
I road my bike down the central avenue back to my home after a nice 400 mile drive to say goodbye to Chelsea. The multicolored landscape seemed happy despite its impending winter doom. In fact the air was sweeter, the sun warming on my face and even the road seemed to want to take it easier on me with a smoother ride.
As I pulled up to my apartment complex, Garrison was there at my door waiting for me. He looked like he needed a shower, of course, and perhaps a shave, but mostly I noticed the hound dog expression of his which pulled on his face.
"Where ya been?" He asked with almost an apology in his voice.
I got up on my toes and pecked him on the cheek. I said, "Vanderbilt. The college."
"College? What the hell you doing in college?"
"I was scoping it out..." I replied.
He shook his head and said, "Aw, hell! If you go to college you're gonna start saying things like: "Here-to-fore and there-in-with"!
I laughed. "No, silly... look!" I directed him and I showed him a brand new tattoo I had gotten while in the Vanderbilt area. It was a stylized drawing of a lioness, just over my left breast.
He nodded his approval. "Nice!"
"I got it at a bargain. Two for one price, a lioness and a skull and crossbones." I told him.
"Oh yeah?" He queried with raised eyebrows. "Where's the skull and crossbones?
I winked at him and replied, "It's a secret."
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*Author's Note: Julie is working out as Master's First Lady, but is worried about an upcoming presentation to a Minister for some "playtime." Here's how that evening goes. Enjoy!*
*J Spe*
Chapter Sixteen: The Yoga Master
Igor comes into my office as the meeting schedule is closing out. Again, I have been Master's First Lady with success. There were a few more "Could you ask about's" and "Would you be able to see if's" than yesterday, all passed to Master and answered, sometimes after a good laugh, by Anne or Pat. Even Edward had been amused, which, I am coming to find, is a rare thing. My secret idea about Edward is that he's patterning himself after *StarTrek's* Mr. Spock, all aloof and analytical.
"Let's go for a stroll," Igor says.
He guides me past our kitchen, and I get a wave from Pat; my trainers keep each other informed. I'm wondering about this "stroll" when Igor grins and explains.
"In this business, you get used to taking precautions. Your office is such an obvious place to plant a bug, but walking the corridors gets you out of range of any one bug, and it's not likely Security would miss a line-up of bugs. The cameras, of course, will see us strolling, but they're on our side."
It's an idea I hadn't had. The law firm had taught me never to talk in public, especially in elevators. But, this is our home turf! He hadn't really asked a question, so I just nod.
Igor does some gesticulating, as if telling me a funny story, which I figure will make the camera guys happy. Then he becomes serious.
"The minister is pretty high up in the government here. The Chairman has good relations with the government, which is important to keeping his Enterprises rolling along. So, there are topics we don't want you to bring up tonight."
I know enough that this is something to concentrate on. Making a list and Checking it twice is definitely *not* part of the routine. For the cameras, I give a short, hearty laugh.
"Politics, of almost any kind, is out. Actually, unless it's some rebellion that's going to change the government, we don't really care about politics. The Party is in charge and it looks like staying in charge. Mao had a saying: 'The handle of the knife is firmly in the hand of the Party and the People.' What concerns us is economics. The big questions are what will the Party do about the exchange rate for the dollar or euro and what will the Party do with taxation? I don't think our minister is anywhere near those problems, so anything he might tell you about them is likely to just be office scuttlebutt.
"What we're currently interested in, you might be surprised about, is what's happening with the MTR, the Mass Transit Railway. Here on the south side of the island, we've never had good public transport. Oh, the buses run pretty well, but it's not as fast or comfortable as the subways on the north side. Every few years, some politician makes a splash with a big Plan" — and I can hear the capital P in Igor's voice — "but they don't put any money into it and nothing gets built. Now, there has been some real work planned, but we haven't seen anything tangible. We have some real estate on the island, and it would be good to know if it's going to be more or less valuable if and when anything gets built. Tonight's minister might have some news about that project.
"Of course, he wouldn't have gotten as far as minister if he wasn't aware of the value of the news he might let slip. On the other hand, he also knows how highly we value the girls we bring here as First Lady, so he's going to see any 'slip' as a pretty even payment in kind.
"That's where your job gets harder. Anne and I know how exciting you can be. But, that's because we've taught you things that we know Western types find exciting. Tonight's minister, it seems, is a yoga master. We don't have much on what he wants, except that he's said to be very patient. He can run a yoga session for a couple of hours, we've learned. So, when he tells you something you're not sure of, you tell him so and ask for guidance. In any case, giving him that control can't be a negative."
I consider what Igor has told me. Stay away from politics. Probe about the south side subways. He's probably going to ask for some yoga positions and I'll have to ask for direction there. Not much of a briefing, is it?
Well, I've been on blind dates with less background. Of course, those were when I could say *No* and *Stop*, words I'm not going to be able to say tonight.
"Please, Sir, is he going to want to try anal tonight?" I'm not a fan of anal intercourse, mainly because it wasn't ever good on the times I tried it.
I catch Igor considering for a moment and know that he's trying to be kind. "We don't think so. The idea is that he doesn't know how tight you might be. He knows you've just arrived and he's probably pretty sure that the Chairman didn't get you from a dockside brothel, and so he's probably not going to be that demanding. On the other hand, Julie, I won't kid you that it might come up."
I flash my trainer a smile. He responds, and I know he'll be there with the cavalry if things get too far out of hand.
At least, I hope so. I never found out what price Master paid for me, but for the time my auction went on, it had to be pretty high. Master won't want his chattel damaged, will he?
What a comforting thought!
Dinner, I think, goes well. Igor, Charles, Anne and I meet the minister in the upstairs lobby with Charles making the introductions. Mr Minister eyes my white Calvin Klein halter dress, takes my hand gently and murmurs how pleased he is to meet me again. I smile and curtsy and say "My pleasure, Mr Minister." Not very Shakespearean, is it?
We chat about the usual stuff — weather, mostly, but a bit of local gossip — before Chef comes out and invites us to his dining room. With a wave of his hand, Chef directs us to a buffet of mostly salads, but with some fish and meat platters.
"Mr Minister, I took the liberty of checking with your staff and they suggested that a salad buffet would be the best idea for tonight," Chef announces.
Mr Minister, who is a plain-looking man, with hair neatly trimmed, wearing an impeccably tailored grey suit set off by a patterned blue tie, laughs. "Good idea, my friend. I've been to a formal dinner each of the past three nights and I'm afraid I've enjoyed them too much. This is just right. Thank you for thinking of my staff. I'll be sure to pass that on to them."
I'm impressed. Here's a politician not campaigning for votes and he's still making nice remarks. Chef leads him through the buffet while an assistant loads a plate as Minister makes his choices. The rest of us, of course, follow and load up on our own.
As Minister is walking to the table, Chef suggests a choice of wines. There is some discussion about the selection, but I'm sure I'm getting ginger ale, right?
Conversation around the table is a bit more substantial. After all, our guest is a leader of an important part of the world's economy. His views are heard with great respect and only Charles has enough background to suggest additional factors for consideration. I can see that Minister's respect for Charles is substantial.
About the time the group finishes Chef's bottle of wine (I was right, ginger ale for me!), Anne rises and suggests that Minister might be comfortable in the guestroom to the right. There is some handshaking and polite Thank You's all around and my Minister takes my arm and we saunter down the hall to the right.
I suppose I should be angry. I could have invited Mr Minister, couldn't I? By having Anne make the invitation, I am clearly just a piece of property being loaned out, kind of like a library book. Of course, I quickly realize that that's exactly what is being done.
Ruefully, I make a small chuckle. My Minister hears it and asks the reason.
I can't say I'm laughing at my slavery, can I? Fortunately, my Inner Goddess supplies a perfect line. "My dear Minister, I've been looking forward to tonight since the inquiry came. I'm certain you'll keep me entertained and laughing all evening, won't you?"
Well, my Minister has a moment of surprise flash across his face, but then grins and, as he hands me into the guestroom, accepts my challenge. "My dear Julie, I won't be happy until you faint from laughter."
He has a quick dekker around the room, lighting some lamps and bringing the room some brightness. Anne and Pat showed me the room earlier, and I'm sure of where all the toys are. I wait at the foot of the four-poster king-size bed until Minister is satisfied.
He comes to stand before me for a moment, then reaches out a hand to stroke my hair. Pat has combed and brushed it to a shining fall of tresses. His hands go to the zipper pull at my neckline and the dress parts, dramatically presenting my breasts to my Minister.
Minister smiles and says, "This new style, with zippers looking like they are of industrial strength, is a style I think I could get to like. Some of the artifices the designers use are really quite impossible for us poor men to handle."
I stand, making sure to keep my hands from moving to cover myself. Again, my Inner Goddess has a line ready.
"But, Sir, if it was a man who designed them, I would expect any man could operate them, right?"
My Minister has a good laugh at this. He holds the dress open and his eyes glitter at the sight of my breasts. Pat has applied a light rouge to my aureolae and nipples, saying that there's a surprise there. Before he touches me, however, he reaches for the gold clasps at the back of my neck and the halter top slips down. In one movement, I am bare to the waist.
Minister's hands move to support my breasts. All is still for several moments, and then I realize that this yoga master is taking deep and regular breaths. I try to match him and his eyes open in surprise. "Julie, are you skilled in yoga, then?"
I make a moue and look down in submission. "No, Sir, I've tried a few times, but I've never been flexible enough to reach many of the positions of yoga."
His smile is warm and his tone is friendly. "Well then, my dear, tonight I shall be a yogi for you and make it possible for you to reach at least a few of my favorite positions."
I have to giggle at this double entendre, and Sir joins me. He moves his hands a bit and I get a short tingle in my nipples. The textured cotton/viscose material of my dress slides from my body and I step daintily out of it. Now, I am naked, nude. And a bit aroused, I am surprised to find.
Sir sheds his jacket and I quickly drape it over the valet stand near the bed. With a wink, I move to his tie and shirt, adding them to the stand. A moment to undo his belt allows Sir to step out of his trousers, which I kneel to gather. While I'm there, I efficiently remove his shoes and hose. I circle behind Sir and embrace him, ready to remove his undershirt and he helps by raising his arms. When all is folded and draped on the valet stand, I kneel before him, ready to draw down his shorts. All this has taken just a few moments, and has been done in silence, except for Sir's regular breathing. My own breathing is a bit more agitated and faster. This whole ballet is moving me up the arousal ladder, I find.
"With the teeth only, my dear," comes Sir's instruction for his shorts. I have practiced this with Igor many times, and I pull off his last clothing with skill and efficiency. Sir moves to the bed and points to a place a meter in front of him. I kneel and bend my head in submission, but Sir raises my chin so he may stare into my eyes.
"The eyes are a window into the soul, my dear," Sir says. I have heard that line before, but the intensity Sir brings to the act seems to lift me off the carpet a bit. He takes my hands in his and we are now breathing in the same rhythm and I can feel the attraction between us. Sir is in no hurry and, as I look at him seeing into my depths, I realize his gaze has not flicked to my breasts for a moment. I understand that this man has control and is in control, something I must report to my trainers. In a few moments, I feel the muscles of my face and neck relax and soften. My brows unknit; my jaw unclenches; I am 100% present.
Sir rises and goes through a few yoga poses, ending with a slight jump and Sir standing, feet wide apart in a sort of lunge position, his hands stretched forward and back, and his eyes looking forward over his outstretched arm. He takes a few deep breaths and, just a bit of relaxation in his pose, softly issues instructions so I can match the pose.
"This is *Virabhadra*, the Warrior II pose. It is named after a fierce warrior, an incarnation of Shiva. We describe him as having a thousand heads, a thousand eyes, and a thousand feet. He wields a thousand clubs and wears the skin of a tiger. Tonight, I put you in this pose to engage your pelvic muscles."
As I breathe, I can feel the air descending through my body and strengthening those pelvic muscles. Sir comes beside me and, after stroking my neck and back for a few moments, rests his palm over my pussy. He presses, first gently and then more firmly, against my sensitive area until I abandon the quiet, deep, regular breathing for a series of gasps and moans.
Sir continues his lecture. "These taps are designed to wake up the muscles and nerves in this area."
My body is almost aflame and my mind is streaming through the cosmos. My Inner Goddess is awake and shrieking at me to *Hold the Pose! Don't Move a Muscle!* I manage.
Sir drops two fingers inside my sheath and I don't manage anymore. I crumple in a heap at Sir's feet. Instantly, I can think only of how I have failed my Master's guest and the "correction" that is sure to follow.
But Sir is laughing! Full-throated, belly-shaking laughs! I manage to fold into a kneeling position and wait for Sir's judgment.
But, Sir smiles at me. His voice light, he says, "My dear Julie, the muscles are to awaken so they can do the next service, not crumple into a puddle of girl." He is taken by another spasm of laughter.
In the moment, I recover some of the poise which I remember I had at the law firm. "Please, Sir, what is the next service?" I'm smart enough not to dwell on failing this *Virabhadra* service.
Sir's arm lifts me to my feet and we approach the bed. "After such a fierce pose as *Virabhadra,* the muscles must be relaxed by massage. There should be some oil ready?"
OK! This I can do. In fact, my trainers have kidded me that I must be part Swedish, maybe even Viking. I arrange Sir prone and warm some oil from the bedside table in my hands. I start with a shoulder, move down to the hand, and then cross over to the other shoulder. Neck and back follow in their own time and Sir offers some encouraging sighs or moans as I work out some tight muscle.
I am about to move to his hips and glutes when my Minister rolls over, sits up, and grins at me.
"No, Julie, we don't want to soften the leg muscles. We still have much for them to do this evening.
"Now, there is the small correction to be applied from your failure to hold the *Virabhadra* pose, yes?"
I sigh, inwardly of course. I must not give my betters any idea that I might not agree with them. Minister moves from the bed, taking me with him, to the foot of the bed. He picks up the leather wristlet where it is dangling from a short chain to the top of the bedpost and wraps it around my left wrist. The right wrist is similarly imprisoned and I face the foot of the bed, hands raised as an acolyte.
Minister sits on the foot of the bed just to my right, his legs now surrounding my own. His right hand traces upward, from my soft belly to my navel and up my right ribcage to my breast. I am soon breathing quickly as his hand explores the curves of my breast and nipple. I make the mistake of leaning into his right hand when his left hand crashes into my butt, administering a first-class spank. I have fallen for the oldest trick in the bdsm book: distract the slave while the painful stroke is coming. Automatically, I respond with a count.
"One, Sir. Please, may I have another."
Minister obliges and I report the count. "Two, Sir. Please, may I have another."
It is the standard reply throughout slavery, my trainers have taught me, and it will continue as long as the Master wishes. Triced up to the bedposts, I can hardly offer any resistance. My allegiance to Martin, my Master, is all that prevents me from screaming.
My Minister finishes my right cheek at five. As I could have predicted — had anyone asked, which nobody ever does — he moves around to my left side and the process is repeated. Now, however, I know, or think I know, that there will be only five spanks, and this knowledge sustains me through the ordeal. Again, I manage the count without any screams.
Sir stands and strokes his targets lovingly. "Julie, thank you for your submission. I will make a point of telling your trainers that you felt no need to scream. It will be a great credit to you and to their training."
Well, that's a new one! I push my Inner Goddess down when she is about to comment on his assessment of my "absent need to scream." Unnecessary!
My Minister rummages in the small refrigerator near the bathroom door and comes up with two small bottles and an opener. His, I see, is a split of Champagne. Mine, you guessed it, is ginger ale. It's fortunate I like ginger ale, although, in the time before *Blue Bayou*, I really liked Champagne more. I recall the importance the gym folks gave to "post-exercise replacement nutrition" and look forward to the ginger ale. More rummaging finds a flute for him and a glass straw for me. Minister holds my bottle and straw up for me and we sip in silence for the time it takes for the fire in my butt to simmer down.
Minister selects a pillow and places it on the bed before me. I'm not sure what he's planning until he slides in front of me and sits on the pillow. It elevates his mouth to the level of my tits. Minister wraps each of his legs around one of mine, forcing me to a spread-leg stance. It is a perfect posture for Minister's hands to rove all over my body. He plays each of my areas like a virtuoso. First, one breast and the opposite bottom cheek. Then, a thigh and a shoulder. Next, both underarms; here, I practically sag into giggles as Sir tickles me without mercy.
All along, Minister is gazing into my eyes, savoring the flashing emotions running through them. Mostly, I guess, the sensations are pleasurable when he's using the pads of his fingers and a stroking maneuver. But, Minister also uses his nails in a pinching maneuver. He hasn't gone near my labia or my clitoris, but he's got me climbing the ladder of arousal. I'm breathing totally at his rhythm and I cannot tear my eyes away from his. Even my Inner Goddess is silent, simply aching for more.
At some point, my Minister decides he's hungry, so he sucks my left nipple into his mouth and starts sucking and nibbling on the tender bud. With my arousal level already high, it takes no time for the nipple to become rock hard. Minister switches to the right nipple and in seconds I am moaning with need.
My trainers have made me understand that a slave doesn't own her own orgasms, that she must receive permission before she climaxes. I manage to gasp my request before I get to the point of explosion.
Minister adopts a ministerial mien. He stops his hands, his lips, his teeth, and his tongue to consider my plea. We breathe, in unity, while he considers.
While he considers, my body slides down the ladder of arousal. I'm sure he sees the dejection and defeat in my eyes. He hasn't said No, but I am no longer on the edge. My eyes leave his and my head bends in submission. My trainers have told me that much of a slave's work is to wait. I wait.
Minister does eventually make up his mind. He releases my legs and moves back on the bed, coming to a kneeling position in front of me. He reaches up and unsnaps my wristlets from their chains and guides my hands to encircle his waist. His rampant member now nestles between my breasts. I know what is expected, so I use my elbows to pack my breasts tighter to his cock and begin to rise and fall against him. It isn't the best way for a breast fuck, but it's the easiest one for the male.
I am doing all the work, but I am also in control. I can slow down as I feel his erection thicken or speed up as he begins to soften. The controls have reversed. I move faster, trying to push my Minister over the edge into ecstasy, but his embrace tightens and slows me down. Sir is still in control and we are again breathing together.
My legs are beginning to tire and I suspect Sir understands this, probably from a few quivers in my movements. He releases me and backs off a bit. I stop and concentrate on getting myself together. Minister has worked me for what seems like forever. I am a bit sweaty and I'm not sure all of my parts are still connected. My heart rate, when I check on it, is running way too fast.
The thought of more aerobic work in the gym flits across my mind. My trainers have hardly beaten me, but they have made me focus just as they had announced: my focus has become whatever my Master might need or want. His needs and wants have become the center of my universe.
My Minister smiles. "You see, my dear Julie, that the discipline of yoga allows one to control his arousal. It allows the connection with the partner to become so deep that these become acts of love more than passion. Am I correct in this?"
A slave always answers, and answers with truth, right? There's no way I can deny my Minister. I return his smile, saying, "Yes, Minister. I did not know this before, but you have made me understand. Thank you, Sir."
He chuckles. "Well now, not so soon with the Thank you's. I would like to introduce you to the Reclining Goddess pose, also called the *Supta Badda Konasana*. *Supta* for Reclining, *Badda* for Bound, and *Kona* for Angle. Please lie comfortably on your back."
It is easy to follow that order and Minister takes a moment to stroke my arms and legs from shoulder to fingers and from hips to toes. I'm instantly tingling with some arousal. Minister laughs at the surprise that must show on my face.
The bedside table produces a pair of handcuffs and Minister locks them on my ankles. I think this ensures that I won't be able to spread myself for him, but Minister has me bend my knees and draw my feet up to my pelvis, the soles of my feet in contact.
"This butterfly position of the legs starts a dynamic for you," Minister instructs. "You will find a tension as you open your knees more widely, but the point is not just to open wider, it is to soften your inner thighs, allowing them to sink into your pelvis. Stroke your inner thighs, my dear, and let the chakra flow into your pelvis. As it does, your heels will come closer and your knees, on their own, will fall wider apart."
I try it and — what did you expect? — Minister is exactly right.
"Now, my dear, press downward with your heels and lift your pelvis a bit."
Again, I try and, with my pelvis up, Minister slides a pillow under it. My heels fall to the bed and I feel 100% pussy. I am soooo ready for Minister.
"Now, we must insure that my dear has a proper oxygen supply for her pelvis. Please raise your arms toward the head of the bed."
This takes no thought at all. Then, I hear the clicks as Minister hooks my wristlets to chains from the head bedposts. I have only an instant of irritation. I'm not going anywhere, am I? And, I'm so aroused that I'd like Minister to take me there sooner rather than later.
Minister pays some more attention to my nipples and I fight the need to writhe under his touch. He wipes a finger across each bud and presents it to my lips. Confused, I still know enough to reach out with my tongue and clean his finger.
The taste is spicy and sweet! This is the surprise that Pat had mentioned during my preparation. I cannot suppress the giggle that erupts. Minister joins me, but then gets back to stroking and tapping the zones where he has found maximal response. He has me mapped like a geologist's plan of an oilfield. I find I am pleased!
Master mounts me gently, playing the head of his cock at my labia before entering. I recall some distant biology lecture that described vaginal nerves as concentrated in the first part of the organ, but I am getting sensations from places much deeper. I tug on my wrist chains, just to let Minister know that I'm ready, and he sets up the ancient rhythm between a man and a woman.
I don't direct him. He is the Minister, right? He may be too slow or too shallow right now, but I'm predicting that he'll take care of that in just a moment. I just try to match his rhythm. As a casual remark, Minister gives permission for me to climax. I am so aroused I almost don't hear him.
It takes considerably longer than a moment, and I am completely drained by the time Minister is satisfied.
When he is comfortable lying beside me, I tinkle my wrist chains. I need them loosed so I can clean him, right?
Minister comes to a kneeling position near my head. I turn and am able to clean him without my wrists free. I manage to suppress my Inner Goddess' giggle at how neatly I am positioned.
Minister rests, breathing deeply for a few minutes, and then gets up. He hooks a finger in my ankle cuffs and draws my legs straight. I can feel my thighs returning to their full length.
My Minister looks at me, stretched out now from his pleasure. "My dear, I would treasure a photo of you as you are just now. Unfortunately, that is a bit impractical, but I did want you to know about it."
I am completely at a loss! At a minimum, Minister is telling me that this experience was memorable for him. His allusion to impractical says he knows my status is not just a simple First Lady for a major enterprise in his constituency. I hasten to smile and express my appreciation for the care and instruction he has given me.
In short order, I am freed from the wrist and ankle restraints and we shower together. I dry him with a number of warm fluffy towels. I pass his clothes to him and, as he does his tie, I slip into my dress. Minister makes a game of sliding my zipper up to complete the evening.
My Minister hooks my hand over his as he marches me up the hallway to my kitchen. Anne and Pat are sharing a "coffee and" and we join them like old friends. My Minister has one more surprise for me.
*Author's Note: Sorry for the cliffie, but this is a natural "break in the action." In the next Scene, Minister's surprise is dwarfed by a surprise from Julie's trainers. Look for Scene 7 in a few weeks.*
*In the interim, Carole99 and I would be pleased to read your comments, suggestions, and (as for the yoga sequence) any corrections.*
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48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 11: Juli
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I Said NOW Pet!
Coming home from another long day at work, Miss Wolverine was thinking longingly of simply washing away the grime and the petty stresses of the day, making herself a nice warm cuppa and curling up on the sofa to mark her student's homework when she was disrupted by the sound of someone knocking authoritatively at her door. Growling a little under her breath the tired wolf pulled her blouse closed over her ample chest and impatiently opened the door. If this was some door-to-door salesman or some lost fool asking for directions, she was going to send them packing with a blistering lecture about disturbing her so late in the evening but to her surprise and slight apprehension, she was confronted by the sight of her neighbour - the tall, lithe fox with the silky ebony fur with the silver tips and the thoroughly distracting multiple tails that had been invading her dreams constantly for the past four days. Slightly unsure of what to do, Miss Wolverine asked the lithe fox to come in and make himself at home whilst she had a quick shower, her eyes straying towards the large pile of work books she had to find the time to get through.
Following the wolf inside, the fox admired the lush curve of the wolf's ass under her ridiculously business like A-Line skirt and ran his hand lightly over her left cheek. Turning her face towards his, the fox used the wolf's tail to trace a path up his increasingly noticeable trouser bulge. 'Pet. Master would like for you to get on your knees please. I have something I want you to taste'. Slightly nervous, the wolf could only stammer her response as she thought back to their very first meeting and the savagery of the coupling that had followed barely a few scant days earlier. Cheeks burning a little in shame, the fox gently pushed the fox away and stammeringly repeated her desire to have a nice quick shower as she had just finished work. The wolf thought to herself, she also needed that time to try to sort out the jumble of emotions and sensations the sight of the commanding fox at her door had stirred within her.
In a slight daze, the wolf made her way to the linen closet, took out a couple of towels and made her way to her bathroom. She did not notice the light raising of the eyebrow or the steely glint in the fox's eyes or she would most likely have realised her predicament and would not have been so complacent about her master's request. Continuing to remove her clothes as she had been attempting to do earlier, the wolf turned the shower on to the desired temperature and last of all, took her glasses off and put them on the vanity basin out of the way. Climbing into the shower, she didn't notice that she had been followed down the hallway nor that her actions had been keenly observed and she stepped into the shower and closed the door behind her so no stray droplets would escape to dampen her tiles. Eyes closed, the wolf was luxuriating under the warmth of the steamy water which was also masking any external sounds, so she was totally unprepared for what came next. Her only warning was the sharp coolness of the night air as the fox wrenched the shower door open and confronted his prey.
Startled, the wolf let out a sharp yelp as the strong fox snapped the studded collar around her neck with the leash firmly attached to his fist and roughly pushed her heaving and steaming body up against the glass and squashed her lush breasts against the side at a force that made it shake and threatened to shatter it. Snarling, the fox spat out his next words to ensure his message would be fully understood. 'Did Pet not remember the rules I imparted so carefully on our first encounter? Maybe you didn't hear Master the first time he asked you to get on your knees.. Methinks she needs a more vivid reminder of what her obligations are to her Master to jog her memory a little.. Oh yes she does! Pet is about to find out what happens to those who refuse instant obedience to the Master's wishes!'
Grinning savagely, the fox looked deep into the frightened wolf's eyes and yanked the wolf's tail up with the leash enclosed fist and proceeded to force her legs open with one of his steel hard thighs. Using the leash as a controlling device, the fox forced the wolf to watch as he began to stroke his rapidly stiffening hard on until it reached it's scarily large proportions that the wolf vividly remembered from their first lust filled meeting. Licking his sharp, glistening teeth, the fox then ran his huge cock down the exposed cleft of her buttocks to her quivering clit, starting at the base of the upright tail clenched in the fox's leash filled fist. Again and again, the wolf repeated his trail of devastation, just stopping at the point of impalement and continued this action for what seemed to the wolf to be an interminably long time. Whimpering slightly, the wolf felt her pussy walls contract in a mixture of fear and pain as she was still sore and slightly bruised from their previous encounter.
Seeing the slightly panicked look in the wolf's eyes, the fox was satisfied that his actions were having the desired effect so thinking aloud, the fox asked the wolf which hole he should fill all the while pushing against her aching pussy and her tightly contracted anal passage. Whimpering and shaking her head, the wolf could barely manage to explain that she was still so sore from his recent treatment of her and could he please show some mercy?
'Mercy? The Pet is demanding mercy? Has the Pet not understood anything her Master has taught her? The Pet can not demand anything of the Master - she must ask for permission and if the Master is feeling particularly pleased with his Pet then maybe the Master will be kind enough to do as the Pet has asked. That my little one is Rule number 2! Am I making myself clear Pet?'
Panting and finding it hard to breathe, the wolf could only nod her head and whine deep in her throat as she waited helplessly to find out what the master had in store for her. Would he punish her still recovering aching and abused pussy or ...Shock1 Horror!.. Would he attempt to show his mastery of her virgin ass that had never been used for anything but as a natural ejection of her body's digestive waste? How on earth would she manage to stretch that much!.. Could she do so without devastating effects? With a determined glint in his eye, the master used his thumb attached to the wolf's tail and leashed fist to explore her highly visible tail shaft. With the first intensely tight initial push with his questing digit, the fox understood that he had encountered a totally untouched passage to paradise. The knowledge seemed to further excite the already turned on fox who had to restrain his desire to viciously claim that territory as his own in a howl of triumph regardless of the consequences to the vessel beneath.
Trembling slightly in increased excitement, the experienced fox prepared the unspoiled hole for it's first experience. Within minutes, he was panting harder and had managed to fill her hole with another 2 fingers along with his thumb. Forcing the wolf to open her eyes and look deep in his eyes, the wolf was aware that she needed to brace herself for what was coming. Using the tap to brace his foot against, the fox began to push his quivering shaft into the panting wolf's virgin hole, millimetre by agonisingly slow millimetre all the while looking deep into her eyes to see her soul as he claimed her for his own. Mouth open wide in a soundless scream, the wolf was transfixed as she felt the hot searing pain as her hole was forced to stretch to an impossible seeming diameter to fit the fox's erection in. Bearing down using the wolf's own tail as leverage, the fox could barely restrain his need to drive his cock deep into the wolf's achingly tight hole, but was determined to fit as much in as he could for as long as he could. The fox thrust his pelvis forcing the impaled shaft further into the wolf's hole and rocked back and forwards at an ever increasing tempo, feeling his seed build up to frightening dimensions deep in his testes. Grunting deep in his throat, the fox was oblivious to the trembling wolf beneath as he drove himself further and faster into the almost painfully tight ass.
Whimpering and beyond comprehension, the wolf strained to contain the savage grunts that threatened to erupt from her throat as a result of what the fox's huge cock was doing to her inexperienced ass that was utterly filled. Eyes widen open, she noticed that he still had some length to go! After the first initial thrusts, she could feel a curious blend of pain and growing pressure and was powerless to do anything but endure as her Master forced himself further in her tight hole. She could not fail to notice the fox's tensing of his thigh muscles and the slight trembling of his arms as he continued to bear down on the thoroughly spent wolf, preparatory to his filling her hole with his thick, hot seed deep in depths she had never dreamed could be used in this fashion or in such a base manner.
With one last savage thrust, the fox's control broke and he had no choice but to pump his thick cum into her too tight ass. Howling in triumph and release, the fox buried his muzzle into the fox's tail ands bit it savagely to muffle the sounds his throbbing body was making. A few moments later, panting and triumphant, the fox placed his hand at the nape of her neck, grabbed a handful of mane to turn the wolf around so she was facing him, and again asked the question he uttered when he first entered her domain in a gruff and hoarse voice, 'Pet. Master would like for you to get on your knees please. I have something I want you to taste'. With the wolf's legs threatening to buckle under her, she did the only thing she could do and half fell to her knees, eyes still locked to the fox's glittering eyes. Hands trembling, the wolf placed her mouth over the fox's still hard shaft and proceeded to suck the remaining cum dripping from the it's tip until the fox decided he had made his point and pulled her mouth away. Eyes brimming with unshed tears, the wolf tried to drop her head in shame but was held in place by the taut leash attached to her collar.
'Pet. You have just had a small taste of the punishment your Master can bring to bear on you if you do not obey the master's wishes when given an order. You will treat any request given by me as an order to be obeyed instantly and without a thought for your own needs. These words will be your life's creed and you will remember not just the words, but the underlying message behind them at all times. Repeat after me: Yes Master!'
'Y-y-yesss M-Masterr!'
'From this point forward, you are mine alone to do with as I wish. You are to be at my beck and call'.
'F-f-from thiiis p-p-point forward, I-I-I am y-yourss alone t-t-to do w-with as you w-w-wish. I-I will b-b-be at y-y-your beck aaand call'.'
'This is for you alone. When I want it sucked, you will get on your knees and swallow me. When I want it licked you will not hesitate to run your tongue up my shaft'
'That cock is for mme alone. Wwwhen you wwwant it sucked, I wwwil get on my knees and s-s-swallow you. When you want it licked, I will not hesitate to run my tongue up your shaft'
'Your cunt.. No wait! Your pussy and ass have been claimed by my seed. They are mine alone. Any time I want.. So any time I demand it, you must spread those legs to me and me alone'
'My pussy and ass have been claimed by your seed. They are yours and yours alone, any time you want, any time you demand'. Last of all the fox roughly grasped the wolf's slightly bruised nipples in his fingers and squeezed to the point of pain, then roughly cupped them in his expert hands and traced a path across her mounds with his index finger's claw leaving a red mark.
'These are for my eyes only. When I want to lick them, you will pull them out to me or I will tear your undergarments from you myself.. When I want to feel your nipples in my mouth, you will shove them in my face on command. Any time, any place. All of it is mine and mine alone. Am I making myself clear Pet?'
'Y-y-yess Master! Your Pet hears and obeys'.
'One last thing Pet before I go to leave you to clean yourself up... See that collar? You are to wear it at all times as a constant reminder of your promise to me. Refusal to do so will result in punishments you can't even dream of.' Beyond the point of speaking, the wolf could only nod her assent as she came to the realisation of what this relationship really meant to the fox... Her Master. Smiling in a proprietary fashion, the fox quickly washed himself clean and left the shivering wolf to her disrupted cleansing.
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I Said NOW Pet! by Slave2theFox
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This is my first story so I hope you enjoy, more is sure to come. I appreciate constructive critisism (not flames ;) at my email
Initiation
We threw a bottle at the front door, laughing as some twerpy tranny tried to dodge it as he entered. I snarled my teeth and took a drought of my beer, "Come out and fight yah prissy bitch!"
We weren't bigots. We had been accused, but we had gay friends. But they were 'assimilated' so to speak. They weren't...well. queer. Hell, they even did this with us every once in a while. It was a rare occasion, and we weren't proud of it, but a few beers and few inebriated decisions later we found ourselves chiding the gay bar.
Mike was the only other guy with me tonight. He was busy standing at the door of some fox's car, keeping him from getting out and staring him down. The twerp's eyes were wide and his frame shook as he contemplated how to escape the confines of his car. Mike could probably lift the compact the guy was in. He was intimidating to the point that sometimes he scared me. It was kind of ironic considering I was a tiger, but he was 7' 9" and 290 pounds of cut 'beat the shit out of you' muscle.
The barkeep came outside and threatened to call the cops on us. He knew us actually, he ran a couple bars. Wasn't even gay himself that we knew, just needed the profit. I stared blankly at him, not sure if I should comply. I didn't think about what he had said too much and he left.
I stopped throwing beer bottles but still kept on trying to pick fights with the skinny fags trying to get in. Mike was now blocking his car in with himself, as the occupant was now vainly trying to get out of his parallel parking job without bumping into my friend.
Then the barkeep came out again.
"If I give you guys free drinks will you leave us the hell alone?"
Mike was soon to leave the poor fag in his car alone, coming to the door and placing his order. He got a bottle of vodka and I a bottle of jack. We then saluted the equine barkeep and went on our way.
We started drinking them at the door and walked our way back to the bus stop. We didn't make it far though. Drunk beyond rationality, first Mike dropped, trying his best to lap out more of the vodka from the bottle before he finally passed out. I stared at him, drank a few more mouthfuls of my drink before my head began to swim and I sat down against a wall near him.
I woke up with the massive hangover I had expected. My eyes were crossed from the pain in my head and I was exhausted. Where I ended up was a mystery of course. If I was lucky there would be a vixen stretched out beside me. If I was unlucky, there'd be an ugly pig next to me. Most likely I was back in my apartment, alone.
I turned to look for a clock, rubbing my eyes. The room was dark however, slightly unfamiliar, and the bed was stiffer than I remember. I decided to get up and call Mike to make sure he was alright.
Something stopped me though. I tried sitting up and found my waist immobile. Confusion hit me like a sack of bricks. Around my waist and the base of my legs were straps, holding me to the mattress. Also, when I felt around a little more, I found my sheath and concluded quickly that I was naked.
I sobered up fast after that. The bed below me began to feel VERY unfamiliar and so did the feeling under my tail. Turning, I looked to see Mike, passed out and strapped to my ass.
I began to struggle, but the straps were tight and I was still a little dizzy from the previous nights drinking. Mike's balls were right under my ass and the feeling almost made me ill; his sheath rubbing against my tailhole only made me more desperate to escape.
Suddenly I froze, I heard Mike moan.
"Hey honey, you should wait 'til I give consent," he crooned, thinking he had bagged himself a piece of ass.
I hit him across the face, "Wake up you drunk fuck! I'm trapped on your cock!"
Mike blinked and stared at his crotch. He followed the tail thrashing across his chest, looked up the striped back contorting in attempts to escape.
"What's wrong baby?" he stuttered, "Why do you have me chained to the bed girl?"
I had to hit him again, "It's ME! Jarred! WAKE UP! You've got to...do something...you're starting to get a boner you horny fuck!"
Mike blinked and started struggling himself, "When did you turn queer!?! What kind of sick fuck are you!"
"I didn't do this asshole! And quit...AHHH! Stop it with the dick man!"
Mike suddenly humped up and grunted, "Well maybe if you wouldn't squirm like a little bitch!"
The horse cock under me was starting to peek from its sheath. Pre was soaking the base of my tail and I could feel the head flare against my sphincter. I stopped moving, too afraid he would get harder.
"There, I'm not moving!"
"What the hell happened?" Mike demanded.
"I don't know! You passed out and so I was gonna watch yah to make sure you were okay. I dozed off and woke up on your horny ass! Does it look like there's a buckle on my back?"
He looked around and shook his head, "I don't see shit man, but I think there's one under me. Where are we?"
Suddenly light flooded the room and the sound of footsteps circled our bed. My eyes adjusted and I saw before us several naked furs, all men, all horny.
"Hey Jarred!" a bruin called, moving his way to the front of the line, his thick dick hard in one hand and a bottle in the other. The group surrounded us closely. "Turn them over," the bruin commanded, his rotund gut shaking as he let out a chuckle.
A thousand hands began feeling me up, as they lifted Mike and turned him over on top of me, not even bothering to uncuff him. His arms crossed and I found myself smashed under him, hands groping my crotch roughly. My feelings betrayed me and I became quickly aroused, sighing heavily and unconsciously humping into the hands teasing my cock.
Mike grunted again, his cock and balls were pressed against my ass, "Dude! Don't move!"
My mind went blank, the feeling of his genitals resting against my rump was weird, but I found myself reluctant to pull away from his crotch. "I can't...they're doing it to me..." I lied, rubbing back against this balls and cock, feeling it once again harden my mind turning itself inside out as I suddenly wondered what I was doing.
Mike thrashed, "What are you doing to my ass!"
The bruin laughed as his companions started climbing on the bed, two of them immediately silencing us by planting their tongues in our throats. While they lay on their sides, kissing us in our imprisoned state, others began surrounding them. The fox kissing me winked and I suddenly recognized him, the same guy we had kept in his car. While I watched his cock was swallowed by a panther of similar build to me. A bull beside him lifted the fox's leg and began eating him out, everyone moaning around us.
Suddenly I felt a finger probing between my ass and Mike's hardening dick. A hard object was pressed lightly against my anus and pushed in easily, a slick finger lingering to tease my insides.
The fox stopped kissing me and started panting as he was also teased by the bull, who was rubbing his dripping dick along the cleft of the fox's butt.
"What was that?!?" I demanded, panting heavily as I felt a mouth envelope my cock.
Suddenly the bruin was in front of me, crawling on the bed and sitting just in front of the fox, which began licking his ass passionately. He lifted Mike's mouth to his and fed him his finger, and to my surprise, Mike began suckling it. "It was a suppository, an aphrodisiac. It'll give you some stamina too..." He moaned and took a pill from the bottle and put it in his own ass before spreading his cheeks once again for the fox's tongue. "Feelin' it yet?"
It took a little bit, but I felt a wave of heat envelope my skin. My cock swelled to its full hardness and the tongue swirling endlessly around the tip caused me to thrust forward hard. As I did, I felt a cock pressed against my face and a hardened horse dick beginning to push into my rear. Intoxicated by the drug, I began licking the slick flesh in front of me, trying in vain to pull the massive balls into my mouth and desperately wanting the horse dick up in my tail.
I pushed back against Mike's swollen member, the tip of his cock already flared and ramming my tailhole open. He had a lot of pre, and his head slipped from side to side as his hips turned, trying to get inside me. To my surprise, when it finally got in, it didn't hurt. The feeling firstly was just, full, then it evolved as his member grew, crawling deeper into me, coating my gut with his pre. Then I couldn't help it, I started trusting on and off his cock as far as the straps could let me. I felt Mike's hand on my ass, feeling his cock with fascination as it went in me. Attention turned on us and I began sucking the bruin's dick in gratitude.
The straps loosened and fell to the sheets. The cuffs unlatched and slid off the bed, Mike's hands wrapped around me and my balls, as he began deeper thrusts into my rectum.
I looked up as I molested the bruins balls only to see the barkeep, a stallion as well, being serviced by Mike, who was already able to deep throat the whole 14" cock and lick around his sheath and balls at the same time. I too found my throat relaxed and could easily down the cock in front of me, which had to be at least as thick as my forearm.
My loins began to stir and the mouth below me backed off before I could reach climax. I whimpered desperately as I sucked hard on the bruin's dick. He rubbed my ears lovingly, humping gently and whispering little encouragements as I slathered his mushroom of a head with my sloppy tongue. I kissed it, mouthed it, nuzzled it, and nipped at it, feeling a sudden urge to have his load in my gut, to have as many loads as possible in my mouth. The taste of his pre, the feeling of being fucked, the orgy taking place around us, I couldn't help it anymore!
The bruin started to hug my head to his crotch and I felt his dick rub the back of my throat. I molested his dick with my tongue, finally feeling the first spurt jet into my mouth, filling it quickly. My hand reached up, hugging my face to his waist and squeezing his sack, feeling another, larger jet flood my mouth and spill out around my lips. I held as much as I could in my mouth, my cheeks literally bulging from the pressure when the bruin finally pulled out, his cock spraying me in the face, coating my neck and chest in his pungent scent and flavor.
I was drunk on sex now and began licking his cock clean of his own seed. Suddenly he was gone and a new cock was in front of me, the fox's. He sat in front of me; his ass upturned a little to show off his coated anus. His eyes fell over mine and he winked again, nodding toward the animal mating me.
The sensation was different from having your cock stimulated. It was this inner feeling I had never felt before. I felt warm while being mated, full (very full now that Mike's 12" cock was at full mast), and at the same time I felt this completely irrational feeling of ecstasy, just from being fucked. My dick felt pleasure, but my body screamed it as it was rammed relentlessly by his huge cock.
I looked up at Mike, his head resting against my shoulder as he sucked the meat being rammed down his throat. My lips began to press against his neck, then his cheek. Words came out of my mouth, "I love you Mike..." Mike suddenly withdrew from the cock in front of him, his mouth planting against mine, a wash of pre and tongue flowing into my mouth as he wrestled against my surprise induced restraint.
The barkeep was jacking his cock and pressed it between our lips. Instinctively we both began to lick his cock, kiss it, rub against it, before it exploded, our mouths opening for the onslaught of cum, our tongues half trying to catch our prize, half trying to catch each other.
We were covered quickly. The barkeep, though he was smaller than Mike in stature, had balls the size of grapefruits and we were drenched in his seed.
The smell, the feel, the cock, all of this got to Mike who gripped me hard around the waist, forgetting any inhibitions he had and began fucking me brutally. It was a shock to be ravaged so relentlessly, my only comfort coming from the fox's cock I was suckling. Mike's head flared, his cock knocking the wind out of me. His balls seized up, jostling me before he tensed, slamming one last time before he finally came.
A hose went off in my ass. The sensation caused me to squirm with delight as I felt him pump what felt like a gallon of his sperm into my insides. He held me so tight to his crotch he nearly pulled me off of the Fox's cock who had, in turn, lost his own load to the sight before him. Swallowing and being injected with cum, I felt oddly at ease with myself, peaceful. I had satisfied my friend in an intimate way. The concept had never crossed my mind, but now it had happened and I was happy for it. I squeezed my ass around his meat, feeling it start to slow its onslaught. Cum seeped out of every orifice in my body, and I felt happy.
I found myself kissing the fox, the bruin, the barkeep, as did Mike. We were eventually pulled apart and left to gaze at the remaining men as they fucked and sucked each other. My ass wasn't sore, but tingled still as if I had been climaxing for an hour.
Suddenly I felt the bruin next to my ear. He licked it as he was being fucked by the panther and whispered, "Those were just sugar pills."
I didn't feel betrayed. Instead, I kissed him, and nuzzled him gently.
It was later that night. Mike was carrying me to his apartment, nosing me and squeezing my rump as we entered his home. We were soon undressed, and in his room, rolling on the bed, Mike's cock freely erect, pressed against mine.
"You don't feel weird about what happened last night, do you?" he asked suddenly, looking into my eyes innocently as ever.
"I'm just glad it was two of us... Only God knows what would've happened if I had been in that alone and you had found out." I teased.
He rolled over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. His legs spread and raised high above me and he squeezed my rump toward his ass.
Pleading eyes looked at me as he subconsciously began suckling his own cock, "I want to return the favor..." he said.
I happily complied.
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*'Dear mother and father,'* the letter began, *'I hope all is well on your end. Just writing to tell you I've reached my destination safe and sound, and already love my new job! My new boss is quite the stud, but don't worry, I promise I'll give being a good girl my best effort! I must admit, some of the work here is pretty crappy, but the Buckhides keep us all motivated.*
*Hope to hear from you both soon, all my love,*
*Meryl*
The letter's owner was an attractive young doe, just turned twenty as she took on her new job at the Roland family farm. She had soft violet eyes, and smooth dark hair, that often changed styles depending on her mood. She usually didn't bother with too much lipstick, preferring her lips natural color. Today however, they had been styled up nicely into a smooth brown, delivered straight from the backside of her boss.
The whole front of her mouth was stained with a thick musky spread, chunks of corn and grass tangled in fur of her cheeks as she leaned in to grab more. Her parents had no idea that her new employment was chosen for a completely different reason than she advertized, all along the doe having a long lasting hunger to be a shit slut. For months she had frequented local nightclubs, discretely advertising her services to men who seemed a little more on the rough and freakish side.
Her first customer ever had been a buff and rugged bulldog. She remembered it all in detail, his dark Mohawk, ripped muscles, rough unwashed hands, and various tattoos. She remembered the look of disgust he had given her after her rushed whispers, looking around the room before handing her a twenty. She never charged much, more attracted to the nasty act than the profit she could gain. She had been so excited to try it for the first time, all her previous experience spent alone, dining on her own waste.
She held onto every loving detail of her memory, the abusive name calling, the smell of every fart he rasped out into her nose, and the bitter drippy slop, that had covered her entire face, the only way to get it out being the water of the toilet in their stall. She never was able to make out her first customer's meal, the waste so undigested and sloppy, it seemed more like inedible slime than anything else. She cherished it though, the rush giving her only more of an addiction to satisfy.
Her second customer had been a freebie, and not even intentional. She was desperate one night, looking through every stall in the men's washroom until she finally stumbled upon one whose previous occupant hadn't flushed. It must have been there for at least an hour, the bowl's water murky as she slipped her paws in to grab the old watered down log. It had a greenish tinge to it and smelled horrible. She almost gagged at first, but with patience, eventually convinced herself to swallow the whole thing down.
That's when he entered, a strong looking ram whose eyes gleamed at the sight of such a nasty act. He eyed her down carefully, the frightened little doe cowering behind a deep red blush.
He laughed however, pants hitting the bathroom floor as he merrily said, "No sense in eating a second rate meal, here's something fresh!" His fuzzy gray rump leaned down on her without the ram asking, clearly appreciated though as he felt the doe's tongue trail across his pucker, leaving stains from the leftover shit she had been munching on.
Meryl loved the warm manly musk that radiated off the ram's rear, clearly working out that day as it was coated in sweat. She probed away at the rippled hole, waiting anxiously until a rush of air hissed out of the smooth hole. It was a sweeter form of the usual bitter taste of farts and the doe moaned deeply, imagining how delicious the actual scat would taste. As the hole began to stretch out, she lunged her tongue in, rubbing it around the surface of the crisp log inside before letting it naturally fall out into her waiting lips.
The ram waited until she was finished the first log, spreading his cheeks with his paws so she could clean him off before the next round, "Got a name beautiful?" The doe leaned down so she could speak, cleaning the last of the ram's streaks off with her nose so she could keep the scent in her senses, "My name's Meryl", she took a whiff of the crap on her nose, "...and you are?" The ram stretched a bit in his relaxed state, comfortable despite the odd crouch he was in. He took a moment to reply, and as the doe looked up her face was bombarded with a pile of freshly squeezed soft serve.
"Very full!" he finally replied chuckling as he listened to her rub the mess out of her eyes and into her mouth. She shovelled it all down into her muzzle, scarfing it down as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. "Don't forget to chew beautiful!" the ram said as he pat her on the head, standing up so he could remove his clothing. He winked at her to do the same and when she was finally bare, the two sat next to each other on the cold concrete. The ram squinted as he pinched out another log, this time gripping it firmly to rub over his hard shaft.
The doe eyed with hunger, salivating at the chunky layer of shit. "Go on, give it a suck sweetheart!" the ram coaxed her forward, leaning back and sighing as she worked her lips over his muddy meat. She rocked her head back and forth as she fit the shaft cleanly down her throat, working her tongue around until she leaned back up, lips now dirty as the shaft was sparkling clean. "Good girl!" the ram exhaled, lips lunging for hers as he locked her in a horrible tasting kiss. His fingers probed against her tight pucker as they embraced each other, pushing slowly inside as he rubbed the gunk off them.
As they slipped in he could feel the edge of something slimy and he broke the kiss to pant out, "Feels like you're backed up...you should do something about that!" She looked behind her with a soft smile, body tightening as a sudden rush of waste poured from her pucker. It was brightly colored and soft, quickly covering the ram. She watched on in wide eyed fancy as he stroked the runny soft serve against his chest and cock, firmly pumping chunks of it over his shaft. It was the first and favourite time she ever had someone worship her own shit.
The deer's thoughts suddenly snapped back to reality as her breasts were firmly pinched, her boss still clutching her body tightly. She sighed deeply as she leaned back, feeling the stallion's smooth hands lather in the sticky muck. He caressed her entire body, fancying her figure as his finished up the first priming of a lovely new coat of shit. She gently cooed as he touched her, occasionally nipping her ear until quite suddenly the two were interrupted by another visitor.
"Heya boss, nice pair of tits you got there!" the voice belonged to a slightly obese pig, speaking like the doe was just a toy Roland had acquired. The stallion looked at her fine pair thoughtfully before smearing the pile of shit in his hand over them, "Yeah, I like 'em, good and firm!" The pig smiled still, but sweat now glistened on his forehead, clearly overwhelmed by the sight and smell of the two. "This is Larry, slut" Roland spoke in a humorously polite tone to the doe, hand suddenly unzipping the front of the pig's jeans, "Give Larry a warm welcome for me!"
The doe smiled up at the fat pig, clearly turned on by the unappealing way both men were treating her. She loved being Roland's slave, even when he made her service unattractive men. His cock was a long limp coil, feeling strange in her hands as she pulled it into her mouth. The taste was noticeable before her tongue even touched it, salty, sweaty and clearly unwashed. It was downright nasty, but she obediently gulped it down, bobbing her head as it grew harder and harder.
"Oh god, this is a good one Roland!" the pig moaned, starting to ride the mouth of the shit stained doe. He began to sweat more as he thrust into her, the smacking of his body causing him to let out an accidental fart. Roland pulled the doe away from him, the pig looking disappointed as his cock now hung out by its lonesome, dripping with the doe's saliva. "Don't you dare waste another one of those?!" Roland commanded the pig, twirling his finger until the pig turned around.
The doe could smell it from where she was, unwashed, stained, and now laced with fart. She felt sick as she looked at the putrid hole, nestled between the two flabby cheeks of the greasy slob, but the moment Roland pushed her in, she obediently probed her tongue around to clean up all the messy leftovers for the pig. She found little chunks of shit still caked to his backside as she was in there, some hard enough that she was actually forced to chew them down.
She fought every urge to spit the crud out of her mouth, her tongue stopping as the pig arched up, Roland pulling the doe's nose down over the hole. Another rasp came out, heavy and warm as it hit both her nostrils and eyes. It had been much stronger than the stallion's, causing her eyes to tear up from the stench. "Good huh?" the pig said cheerfully, clearly unaware of how unappealing it was to the doe. Roland pat the doe on the shoulders, looking sternly to the pig as he spoke, "Enough games, give me some brown!"
His grip tightened on Meryl's shoulders, the stallion pushing her down onto her back, so her stomach was facing up. The pig knelled down in response to Roland's orders, squinting and clenching as a big dark pile of scat began to drop out over the stallion's pet. She felt the thick muck pile over her, still finding the smell intense, but at least relieved she didn't have to swallow it whole. Her master reached his hand down, scooping up one of his earlier made piles from her body.
He stepped around to the front of the pig, looking down at him in a dominating stance before rubbing the pile against his lips. The pig hungrily licked Roland's fingers, moaning as they were suddenly shoved into his mouth, scraping their contents against his teeth. "Eat it pig!" Roland barked, horking a thick glob of spit into the pig's eyes. The thick corkscrew between his legs grew thicker as he was mistreated, swallowing down his gift as the last clump of shit fell from his ass. "Now get out of my sight!" the stallion's tone was laced with disgust, the pig saying no other words as he trotted his horny fat ass away from the pair.
Roland looked over to the doe, eyes still wild before calming, smiling at his little pet, "Now...where were we?" She got up to her knees, kneeling on the grass as he slithered up behind her. His hands gripped at the piles of horse and pig manure, massaging them over the doe's soft fur. "I think we need a little bit more darling" he whispered into her ear. She jumped a little as she felt his fingers slide against her pucker, now aware of exactly what he meant. "Sure thing boss!" she chimed out, hoping she actually had to go as she concentrated.
It took a few moments, but finally, a long thick turd dropped out into the stallion's hands, it was all she had, but after all that pig unloaded on her, she was sure it would be enough. Seconds after it had left her body, she felt Roland slap it against her, continuing his handy work on her new coat. When he finally stopped she opened eyes, now gazing down to see her body a messy brown, neck to feet covered in three different coats. She focused on her breasts first, making out a piece of corn right on her nipple that previously belonged to Roland. She could tell the rest was hers though, little pepper chunks littering her fur.
Her gaze moved lower, her chest an equal mix of Roland's waste and the pig's nasty droppings. She felt beautiful, honoured to be made so perfect in the stallion's image. He looked her over, the softest smile on his face, the one he only gave to those he truly cared for. She wasn't sure what in her short time on the farm had given him such admiration towards her, but she felt privileged beyond belief. He leaned in to her breast, licking off the piece of corn and chewing it down before giving his one last command, "Stay here in the sun until it's dry...no showers for three days!"
Her eyes widened, heart raced and pussy salivated all at once. 'Three days?!' she thought to herself, overwhelmed at how cruel and wonderful her task was at the same time. She gazed into her master's eyes, so thankful she could kiss him, but instead bowed her head low and mumbled out "Th-thank you sir!" The stallion laughed as he firmly smacked her behind, getting to his feet to leave as he called out, "Don't worry gal, you 'will' be thanking me later!"
...
By her third day, her fur was crusty, hard, and smelled worse than anything her nose had encountered before. A few of the farm workers even avoided her from time to time, only the nastiest of her friends able to enjoy the stench. Everyone admired her though, the smell of old feces a mark of status among them as she walked the grounds, every other shitslut jealous of Roland's new toilet paper. By the time it had reached midnight, her duties had been complete, one last task now standing between her and a nice hot shower. Her scat coating was indeed wonderful, but was starting to get unsanitary, even for her.
Elsewhere on the farm, Roland was out in one of the harsh scented barns. He leaned back comfortably, thrusting his impressive shaft back into his current victim, causing more gurgling to sound out beneath him. A well built, but currently bound ram was locked into place on the barn floor, spread out on all floors like a dog as the stallion forced his ass to swallow his cock whole.
The ram's muzzle was locked into a mask that attached to a long tube, the other end of which was gradually emptying the contents of a large tub of manure. "Just a little more," Roland smiled darkly as he listened to the painful swallows of the ram, "I thought you loved cleaning up after newbies!" The ram nodded as best he could in agreement, letting out a long needed breath when Roland finally disconnected the tube. A splash of manure fell across his chest and smiled weakly to the stallion. "I've got a present for you!" Roland said cheerfully, looking to the door as it suddenly creaked open.
The ram's eyes widened to two large spheres as the doe walked in, blushing as the two admired her, although it was impossible to tell. She was a rich dark brown, head to doe, the stench lingering throughout the room as she showed off her beautiful coat of dried old scat. "You look beautiful Meryl!" the ram spoke with lust, lips the color of manure as he leaned in to kiss the girl's feet. "Doesn't she though?" the stallion chimed in, staring down at the ram as his tone filled with delight. "I'm sure she's itching to take a bath though, would you do the honours?"
The ram gained a sudden look of intensity, both shocked for the reward and regaining his erection with excitement. "I-I'd be honoured sir!" Moments later the doe lay against her stomach, the ram nestled between her and a stack of hay as he dragged his tongue across her chest. Roland was knelled behind the two in a rarely seen position. He gently held the doe's cheeks spread apart as his tongue hungrily probed as deep as it could into her tight pucker. At the same time the ram's tongue took a rough glide over her right breast, cleaning a scoop of shit off.
Her pussy lips ached from the tickling of both tongues, soaking wet as it so desperately wanted the same attention. Noticing this, Roland rubbed his fingers against the horny folds, soaking his fingers in their juices before rubbing it over the girl's asshole. "Looks like someone's getting excited" he chuckled, getting up to line his cock up with her backside, "You're allowed to fuck her too Meryl, as long as you keep cleaning her!"
His face lit up as permission was given, the ram leaning down for a better position, making sure to keep working away at the girl's clumpy fur, "Yes sir! Thank you sir!"
Meryl whimpered in ecstasy as she felt the men rubbing their pricks against either side of her, taking a deep breath as they both sank in with a heavy smack. Roland's shaft was so immense it gave the doe throbbing pain as it filled her ass. The stallion kept thrashing it into her though, only pushing harder every time she whimpered out. Thankfully she could handle it with the added pleasure the ram was giving, his cock rather impressive as well as it slid in and out of her soaking cunt lips. His tongue made long laps across her breasts, choosing to clean them first, his forehead rubbing against her chest gently until it was stained too.
It took effort to clean the doe off, the scat so dry and stuck that the ram had to be careful and lather it with salvia before sucking it off. He spent a good time untangling long strands that twined between her chestfur, so noticeably foul that it was obviously the pigs'. His stomach churned as he dealt with the sudden rush of rancid pig waste and just as his face coiled, Roland softly whispered, "I know boy, wretch if you need to!" The ram was thankful for the permission unable to hold back the disgust. Even with his iron will and stomach, the dry pig shit was enough to make him cough out a splash of scat laced vomit.
Meryl shivered as she felt the warm splash of half-digested fluid. She ran her fingers through the chunks on her body, waiting for the ram to regain his composure. His cock was still hard, thrusting in and out of her aching pussy lips, still soaked with excitement as the stallion behind her casually treated her ass like a piece of meat. It had stopped hurting by now, but with all those muscles relaxed she foresaw a soon outcome. While she continued to play with the puke on her chest, Roland grunted out, happily surprised as a runny coat of shit poured out over his shaft.
"Absolutely lovely" he whispered out, still thrusting into her as he leaned back for a better view, "The only thing better than a tight pucker forced open by a stud's cock, is seeing its soft pink color spoiled by a trail of muck!" The stallion smacked himself in and out of her until the waste splashed over his waist, "Mmm so warm!" While the stallion was busy admiring the doe's messy rear, the ram looked up with glowing eyes, patting the girl on the cheek with his shitty paw as he whispered out, "Look how far you've gotten Meryl."
She leaned in to give him a kiss on the nose, hugging him gently as she felt him buck up, his shaft throbbing as his seed shot into her. She lay on him contently, enjoying a short lived afterglow before Roland got to his feet, pulling her up by her hair to shove his prick into her mouth. She swallowed down the runny waste she had left on it, sighing as she suckled away. Roland grinned as he thrust into her throat, grunting as he barked out, "Drink it down bitch!"
The ram looked up with a hint of jealousy, sighing to himself as he watched the beautiful doe close her eyes and gulp down, odd splashes of thick horse cum dripping down her muzzle. As the long thick horse cock dropped out of her mouth, it left a long white strand connecting her lips and its head. She reached out, pulling it towards her to slurp up as her master left. He let out one last stench filled fart, just inches from the doe's face, as he turned for the door, waving his hand in a bored fashion, "Feel free to shower Meryl, but you-" he pointed at the ram, "Two days to bask in that filth!"
...
It was midday when finally it came time to distribute the fertilizer, a task given to specific hired workers, who both tended the farm as well as joined in on the group's activities. To them this job was both work and play in the same breath; every inch of soil fertilized another step towards orgasm. Two of the workers on that day's shift were very beautiful middle aged cows. Martha was a proper lady, well dressed outside of work and with curled bows of golden blonde hair. Wendy was a brown cow and spent all of her day naked, her favorite pastime baking, with donated 'ingredients' her coworkers would slip her.
Today they both were naked as ordered, knelled down on the soft earth as they piled and placed piles of warm manure with their bare hands. They grabbed it from a large container they dragged along with them, its contents a mix of both feral manure and the leftover shit from the outhouses. By the time they midway through their shift, both women were rather dirty, and horny as all hell.
"You always get wet when we do this don't you?" Martha chuckled as she slipped her fingers into Wendy's damp folds. The brown cow giggled as she curled up in defence, a blush covering her face as she sighed deeply, "C-careful Martha, I'm s-sooo full!" The white cow smiled, with a longing lust in her eyes. She leaned down behind Wendy slowly and wiggled her damp nose against her folds until the tickle caused her to tense up. "Ohh god Mar-ugh!" the brown cow whimpered, and Martha held her hands up just in time to catch a raining plop of thick manure.
"Mmm, you are full dear" Martha mumbled out, dragging her nose against the warm dung pile so it could stick to her nostrils. With the helpful reinforcement of that delicious scent, she knelt down into the dirt, stroking the pile in her hands lovingly into the dirt, where Roland's crops were growing. "Your turn dear!" the white cow called brightly, lifting her rear in the air, so Wendy could kneel down behind it. Her palms stretched out for Martha, the brown cow whistling away until the bright pink pucker stretched wide open, a thick pile of cowpie covering her cupped hands. "That's lovely Martha!" Wendy chirped out, sneaking a small bit into her mouth before getting to work as well.
After a solid hour of work had gone by, their ears perked up at the sound of footsteps, and they turned to greet their boss with a longing desperate smile. "Oh Roland, is it lunch time?" Martha rang out, her pussy lips already wet at the very presence of the naked stallion. "We've worked up quite and appetite!" Wendy chimed in, leaning against her friend as they both knelled under their master.
Roland seemed quite bored at their display as he stretched his arms, still tired from using the ram all night. "Yeah I reckon you deserve a hearty meal" he surrendered to the two, turning around to lift his tail up. The two ladies instantly leaned in together, cheeks pushing together anxiously as they waited. At first all Roland had for them was a big wet fart, the stench coming from it his usual brand of bitter. "Oh, heavenly!" Martha moaned out, as the two of them sucked it in until they were out of breath, both playing with themselves as they dampened at the scent. "C'mon daddy, give us some food!" Wendy giggled, flirting with the stallion like always.
Their master turned to give them a little grin, their amusing displays of affection striking his mood, "Maybe if you girls are good and finish ALL of your dinner I'll abuse those cunts for a while!" he admired their rumps as they hung out, their bigger shape always feeling good when they were smacking against him. The two ladies gave him a look of absolute high, literally worshiping the ground he stood on. "You'd do that, for us?" Martha asked like she was a lowly peasant, grabbing Wendy's ass to calm her own excitement. The stallion nodded, his face squinting a bit as a large dark mound of shit began to drop out of his ass.
The two ladies pushed against each other aggressively now, fighting for their meal like that hadn't eaten in weeks. When the first mound had finally dropped, it hit the entirety of both pretty faces, the two nuzzling each other until it got everywhere. They munched down on the sloppy bitter muck, occasionally making it out with it so they could share particular pieces they found rather flavourful. "Good girls!" Roland smiled as he let another one go, this time heavier and more solid as it snaked its way into their open mouths.
They sucked and slurped on this one together, savouring it as long as they could before it inevitably broke apart midkiss. The stallion let them revel in his filth for a little bit longer, eventually loosing his battle at resistance. "Ok Martha get your smelly rump up here, Wendy, you can eat for a little longer!" "Thank you sir!" he heard them cry in unison, clearly both in orgasmic states from their filthy acts. Martha crawled over to Roland's front as ordered, facing the other way as she held her big rump up to him. He took one look at her manure stained, damp pussy and smiled, pulling her back with his hands as he thrust his thick shaft up into her.
He didn't start slow or use much technique, after all she was just warm meat. The white cow screamed in pleasure as she squirted several times, biting the grass she lay in as her friend still sat behind Roland. Wendy was contently licking at her master's warm pucker, coaxing out the odd remaining piece of dung to enjoy. Her face was stinking with shit, chunks literally caked on as she kept herself firmly planted to the stallion's backside. The thick cock that rammed into Martha was quickly starting to hurt, and she made every effort to keep quiet, knowing her place.
The brown cow got a few more quick licks in before she heard, "Wendy, up here now!" She crawled up to his front, the same way Martha had as her friend now lay elsewhere on the grass, panting in a daze.
Wendy had just gotten settled when she felt the same strong plunge into her pussy. "Oh g-god!" she yelped, gripping the ground as she was ravaged by the stallion's thick pole. She had always been tighter than Martha so Roland's length barely fit. In seconds she was in the same agony her friend had been, keeping her painful moans muffled as she let her master have his way with her.
The brown car, kept her rump up in the air as the stallion made his final slams into her. Her flesh almost tearing from his thrusts before finally a long shot of seed filled her insides. "Th-thank you sir" she mumbled as he pulled out of her, her hands reaching back to catch the string of cum as it poured from her abused hole. As she crawled over to Martha, holding out her cupped hands, Roland barely gave them a second glance leaving as he said off-handily, "Get back to work you lazy cows!" The two girls looked in each other's eyes, both climaxed and aching as they leaned down into Wendy's hands, slurping up the sticky horse seed.
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Short story: Lost Love. By: Beefy the Bull A present-day story of tragedy and love.
My love had left me a few things when he passed away, and he had taken care of all the details, mostly all I had to do was cry. I would be ok financially, His pension and retirement account would take good care of that . But that didn't matter to me, my soul mate was gone. His place was paid off, it would shelter me, but again that mattered so little; a house, not a home. His truck was mine too, but I never felt like going any place after He was gone. It was a while before I received the most important thing he left me.
After more than a month I received a brown cardboard box from the lawyer -addressed in my loves handwriting- to me. I took it in to the bedroom and sat with it on the bed- our bed. Opening it revealed a small metal box of sturdy construction, about fifteen inches long by six inches wide and deep. Made of brushed stainless steel, it was simple and solid looking and other than a four wheeled combination lock on the front- it was un-adorned. An envelope was taped to the top, written in my loves handwriting, was my name. Pulling it off the box and opening it, I tearfully read the short letter:
Dear love,
I made this for you, knowing you would be lonely when I passed. The combination is one of your pet names for me. I love you forever-
Your dearest love, Karnaas
P.S:
Look on a telephone if you don't know the numbers!
He was always so thoughtful- even at the end of his life, he knew I would get frustrated or be confused and unable to figure out something so simple. I loved him for that. Putting the note aside and taking up the box, I thought what the code would be. Only four digits. There were only a few pet names I had for him that were four digits. Spinning the small silver wheels until a soft click, and I had to smile through my tears, thinking of him like this. Opening the box slowly, until the lid rested on its hinges, holding it up to reveal a picture of my love set into the inside of the lid. The picture filled the hole lid, and was of him laying nude across a velvety blanket, his goldish-tan fur looked so inviting, his tail hanging over his thigh, and propping his head up lazily with one hand. He looked so seductive, so sexy. I had never seen this picture before, he must have made it recently...just for me. I couldn't help but to cry on seeing my love again.
There were several things inside the box , but they were covered with a letter that said "Read first".
Unfolding the letter it read:
Lover, dearest lover,
I am writing to you, knowing the eventuality of my existence is fast approaching, and we will part ways for a while. But do not worry love, I have not left you, I am still here, just not in the way you remember. I know it's hard, but please try to take care of yourself while I'm gone. I got a few things to help you. In the bottom of the box is my diary I kept for the last few years, for when you are lonely or if you need some love. Just read one entry every time you open it, and it should last you a good long while. And don't forget that my love for you is eternal. Do not weep at my grave, but instead go forth and make yourself happy, and make me proud.
Love eternal,
Karnaas
They were his words, there was no doubt, just the way he would have spoken if he were here now. setting the letter aside and pulling aside the cloth that covered the inside, and looking through the contents, I first took out a Small stuffed animal, a golden tan bull- like my love- I hugged it tight and cried, whispering his name, and wishes. That animal would be my only true confidant for the rest of my life. To him I would whisper my hurts, hopes, fears, and love. After directing my mindset in the right direction I continued. The next item I pulled from the box: a life size bull-hood dildo, that filled most of the box. Attached by a string was a small tag reading:
" Casting of 'Me' -for when you get the other type of 'lonely', or need the other type of 'love'. I told you I would be with you, didn't I?"
He always said witty little things like that, it was indeed a life size casting of my love's bull-hood and balls, in its erect glory, with the two orbs well hung. It was made of something that felt and was colored just like the real thing had been. I held it close for a moment and then set it in my lap. After I wiped the tears from my eyes I composed myself to continue. A tin of some sort of expensive lube, I set it aside, a few Polaroid's of us in bed, and in several 'positions'. I guess he had stashed these away for himself a long time ago. Then I found the diary he told me about in the letter. I wasn't ready to open it yet, so I also set it aside. In the bottom of the box were a few more pictures, more recent that he had taken of himself, for my own 'personal use' I supposed. He was always so smart, thinking ahead of things I never saw or thought to consider, and always he had been so kind as to help lead me along, and provide me with a path. I wished he was here, just to see him, to hear his voice, to touch his body.
Picking up the toy, I just sat looking at it, a perfect copy of him. Holding it warmed it up with my body heat, and it felt so real. I tried closing my eyes and touching my face to it, I almost felt as though he was right there, like I had touched my face to him. It even smelled musky. Giving the bull hood a lick it tasted just like him! Shocked, and direly missing him, I truly wished and thought for a moment that he was standing before me, that it was him I licked.
"L... love..?" I called in to the darkened empty house, wishing, hoping to hear his voice.
But it all blew away when I opened my eyes, and I beheld only a toy in my hands . But it did smell like him, and amazingly it still tasted like him. How? Had he carried it with the real article for a week in his pants? The thought roused something in me that had been dormant for the last few horrible weeks. But it would be unfortunate when the scent wore off I thought. It was then that I realized it was rather slick and oily. And sniffing my hand gave off the same strong musk, a lick of my palm revealed the same wonderful taste.
Putting two and two together I picked up the lube, and examined the small tin. It was a round brushed steel can with a twist on top, and the top had a small engraved bull-figure, my loves name, and a number engraved on it. Reading the label, I saw the price: five hundred dollars. It was clear why, my love had found a company that would make lube that was chemically formulated to smell and taste like sample of choice, in this case my bull. I was tempted to never use it, as not to waste such a precious thing, but further reading on the side showed there was a number for refills. After understanding that, I lubed the toy without hesitation, and licked it some, before sliding it around back leaving a trail of bull smelling oil across my back. Bending carefully, I imagined my loves hands and tried placing my own where he would have put his, it wasn't the same, but I could still imagine him. Slowly I pushed the bull-toy in, groaning it felt just like the last time... after recovering from the thought, I continued pushing deep, and deeper still, until the two orbs touched my rear, just like his would have I thought. I cried out his name in lust and sorrow, I needed to be strong for him, it's what he wanted. Moving it about and stroking myself, I whispered him:
" I'm sorry... I love you..." my thoughts confused me at this moment, sadness and pleasure. I wanted to lay down and sob at my loss, and cry to the heavens, and let the heavy weight on my chest crush me; and I wanted to continue the familiar feeling of being taken by my bull, to for fill my long growing need.
Unable to decide, I lay on my side legs curled in front of me, tears streaming down my face, and gasping from what felt like Him pushing lightly on my rear.
" ...Please..." I whispered, both a beg for sexual release, and the return of my lost love. Unknowingly I, by touching some small button on the bottom of the bull toy, activated a vibrator in its base, and its effects were strong.
" I love you." said the voice, just as I released, both my tears and my seed.
" I love you too." I whispered, unable to hold back the torrent of tears.
When I awoke the next day , I was still nude, and the toy was between my legs picking it up and getting out of the bed, I thought back to last night.
I know didn't 'hear' his voice. I know he's gone. It was probably just my sub-conscious telling me what I needed to hear. But it stands in my mind as Him, as His best and last gift.
Fin.
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It was dark. God, it was always so dark in here. I could hear him outside, walking down the hall. I could hear him moving things, shifting them around, pretending to be busy. I slouched, head in hands, just feeling my whole body sink into itself.
It was always like this. This huge, uncrossable silence with fragments of rebar and concrete and asphalt on either side. I created those explosions of silence. I demolished those bridges myself. And then I sat, collapsed, folded inward in the softness and the dark. I sat and waited for something to change, something to fall into me. I waited to suddenly expand and bloom and blossom into something complete and beautiful.
I was a fool.
I am a fool.
I felt that I should be crying. I felt that hot tears should burn their way down my muzzle and snot fill up my sinuses and emotion make a tight, sick ball in my throat, and that I should have to fight not to sob, and that I should not notice mucus drip down onto my shirt. I did not cry. There was no catch in my slow, steady breathing. I could not sob. I closed my eyes and just sat in the dark, and the warmth and the vast uncrossable desert of a few pitiful feet.
I heard the sound of claws clicking on the hardwood floor in the hallway. I heard the sound of those same claws padding across the carpet in the room. I just imagined him there, silhouetted in the yellow hallway light. I could see his muzzle turned to the side, his short tail hanging limply down, his ears back, embarrassed to be intruding. I imagined him walking to me. His demeanor would change. His face, his eyes would turn and focus on mine as he made his way ever so slowly, ever so gently to where I sat, fallen into myself completely. Then he would reach down to me, and run a claw lightly under my chin. I would feel the rough pads on his fingers as he moved his hand along my jawline, lifting my face, resting my chin in his palm, scratching in the thick fur on my cheeks. He would look down into my eyes, and even in the dark I would see his eyes brightly catching the light, shining vibrant, green in the dimness of the rough, charcoal sketch that made up the rest of him. I would shift, slowly propping myself against my own body, feeling internal supports slide into place, leaning up and forwards toward him. We would stop just inches away from each others' wet, black nose and sniff, uncertain in that moment while time would rotate madly around us, spinning out probabilities and futures until everything fell into place with a kiss.
It would be a small kiss, just a bare touching of lips, whiskers flat back against smudgy faces in the dark. That kiss would blossom, though, fiery petals slipping cautiously from a little ember at the core, and that flower would bloom in both of us, and we would be moved with its petals, and we would not be the ones who drew arms down each others' face or neck or reached and pulled each other tightly close. That moment would move them for us because we were not capable of creating moments so right on our own. And we would both have our eyes tightly closed, and we would both feel that passion move us, our tides, our moons revolving and bringing each one to the other as the waves of his lips would crash against the shores of my collarbone, would recede across the tender hills of my breast, and cast my nipple into the hot, wet sea of his mouth.
I would lean across him, cradling his head, moving one hand slowly, gently but forcefully against the back of his head while my other trailed down through the soft fur on his back, claws scraping lightly against his ribs. He would shift from breast to breast, his tongue rough and wet, burning, hot. I would feel a synergistic heat coil and mewl and smolder inside myself as my nipples grew quickly hard under the tender scrape of his teeth, the warm rasp of his tongue. Down, down deep in the core of my being it would twist around itself. My hands would move rhythmically over his body, one massaging and stroking the back of his ears, the other moving lower, past his ribs, scratching, working around the base of his tail, his hands moving up and down my back, then quickly to my chest, gently rolling the nub of my hard nipple between his fingers, grabbing the soft mass of my small breast easily in one hand and kneading.
We would feel the heat of each others' breath as we panted into fur, breathing deeply and smelling only the long-familiar, always exciting scents of one another, those old familiar scents of comfort, of belonging. I would gently move both my hands to his chest, push him away and pull him up and towards me, and our mouths would meet, and my legs would have been open, and wet, and hungry long before his tongue found its way past my teeth, and everything would be passion, and fire, and sweat and a deep, slow pulsing rhythm as we joined. It would be tides, and planets and slow, tectonic shifting as he moved inside me and I moved around him. We would be deeply, intimately, universally connected and I would feel that coiled, mewling heat begin to unwind, and reach and stretch itself across my nerves, down my spine, connecting me universally to its own hunger and lust and filling me with pleasure. I would lose all sens of time in those shifting, organic pulses and its mewls would come faster and more forcefully as it stoked itself on our quickening, panting rhythm until it burst, sizzled across my neurons, and howled. And we, we would howl with it.
But what I imagine is not reality.
I opened my eyes and he was not standing there in the doorway. There was no silhouette, no kiss. I stood, feeling stiff, and cold, and I could not hear the sound of feet padding on carpet, and there was no sound of claws clicking on a hardwood floor. I walked out of that dark room, into the yellow hallway light. He was not there. He was not pretending to put things away. I felt dazed. The light was too bright and it burned my eyes and I felt my stiff, cold, thin body walking down that hallway towards the door even though I don't remember making myself move. I looked down at some hand on the end of my arm move up and take the note taped to the door. I looked out of the little window in the middle of the door, out past the bars into the cold moonlight and the lonely little puddles the streetlights made and I saw his car was gone.
And I saw that note in that hand attached to me. And it was yellow, and old and how long had it been since he had been here anyway? And how long had I sat there, letting years tick away, wondering at sounds that were only memories of sounds echoing out across the insurmountable silence of time. And then, like a peal of thunder, like a stab of lightning, it hurt. And even though it hurt, I nurtured it in my dark interior, among my gently pulsing veins and wet muscles and slick nerves, and it was a part of me. As much as I should, I was never going to give him up.
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Memory has dark halls and maybe carpet. by Ara Elkins
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"Hello?"
"Jill, it's Dana. How's Matt doing?"
"He seems to be doing better. He's stayed locked in his room since last night though. But if I'm being honest, I've been locked in my room since last night too."
We both started laughing. "I was going to ask you about that."
She sounded...different.
"Anyway, would you mind if I come over? I wanted to see how Matt was progressing, but also wanted to talk to you about something else. By the way, how many times have you changed the batteries?"
She giggled and said "Once"
"I'll be over in a few minutes. If that's alright?"
"Yes. I want to continue what we were discussing yesterday afternoon. I have more questions."
"Certainly, dear. I have a few things I want to talk with you about too."
...
Jill opened the door. While she always looked young and beautiful, she was glowing.
"You look great Jill! You look so relaxed!" She smiled and nodded.
"I had no idea how good that could feel. I'm a little numb down there now though." We both laughed.
"So, are you still okay with what I have planned for Matt?" She nodded.
"Yes. After yesterday, even I learned so much. From putting on that condom to seeing Bonnie's cervix? If you would teach him, I'd be grateful. I feel bad for the way he's grown up and I should have moved out with him long before now. He's been sheltered his whole life and I'm responsible.
I do want him to learn though. As crazy as this sounds, the more I've thought about it, the more it does make sense for him. He has no experience and wouldn't really know what to do. Will you still do it for him?"
"Of course, I will. I'm going to go back and talk to him about it now. But I may do more than that." Her eyes lit up.
"Depending on how he's feeling, that is. Are you sure? We can't undo this if I check on him." She nodded again. Her hand moved down to her pussy. I could tell the thought was turning her on.
"When I'm finished, you and I will go back over to my house and talk about this week. Since he's out of school, I was thinking about taking him to the cabin for the week. The doctor I work for closes the office for this week for his staff so they can spend time with family. I had planned on going to the cabin for the week anyway, that is if that's alright?"
She nodded.
"We can discuss that later. But there's something else I wanted to talk with you about when we go back over to my house."
"What is it?"
"You'll have to wait. It shouldn't take long with Matt. At least not this time." I winked and started walking down the hall. I turned back and asked,
"Do you want to come in with me? I was going to look at him again and then talk to him about this week. If he gets hard, and I'm sure he will, I was going to get him off with my hand. Since you aren't that experienced, you may learn something if you want to watch?
"I can't believe I'm saying this, he's my son, but I would like to watch. Do you think he will mind?"
"I have my ways. Once I get started, he won't even know you are there." I smiled as we both walked to his room.
I knocked on the door.
"Matt? May we come in?"
"Yes."
"How are we doing today?" He was sitting in bed, playing a video game.
"I'm better. I stopped using the ice and don't hurt there anymore. And the other is healed up too." He looked down and smiled. He put his controller down as I sat on his bed beside him.
"May I a look?" His eyes lit up, then he looked over at Jill.
"She saw you yesterday, remember?" He shook his head 'yes' as he pulled his shorts down.
"It does look better. The swelling is gone and your penis looks so much better." I felt around his testicles and he didn't flinch. His cock started to harden though. Which was what I wanted.
"You want to lay back while I examine you?" He did. All boys like being touched down there.
I felt around, touching not only his testicles, but the entire area. I did it in a non-clinical way. He responded as I wanted and was hard as a rock when I finished my 'exam'.
"Matt, do you have any questions about yesterday?" I began lightly stroking his cock with my right hand, while lightly teasing his balls with my left hand. I leaned over, giving him a look at my tits down my dress.
"Y-y-yes" I kept my manipulation of him and asked what he wanted to talk about. His eyes never left looking down my dress.
"Your friend. Bonnie. Are most girls like that? I mean, the way she had an orgasm. Do all girls do that?" He was moaning to my touch and could tell he wouldn't last long if I kept stroking him this way. This first time anyway.
"That depends, Matt. The more in tune with your body, the more you know how it responds to stimulation. She was already turned on when you started, but yes, you can do that to girls your age once they get turned on. The secret is taking the time to get them turned on. Most boys your age want to get right to the act. Men too. They have no idea how to get a girl that turned on. Not to that level anyway." He began moaning as I continued stroking his hard cock. I slowed down the pace as I continued,
"Another thing guys can do is after they've shot their load is to use their fingers or tongue on the clitoris. It feels unbelievable and a way to keep sex going after the guy climaxes." I looked at Jill, who was intently watching my slow stroking of her son's cock. I picked up the pace and his breathing began to quicken.
He was getting close.
"If you don't slow down I'm going to"
"Going to what, Matt?" I increased the speed and gripped his cock harder.
"I'm going to, to...uuuhhhhhhh!" His face turned red as he shot four spurts. I aimed his cock towards his head. By the time he finished, his shirt was covered. He even gave himself a pearl necklace. Jill's mouth was open in amazement.
I let him relax as I continued stroking his softening cock.
"Why don't you pull your shirt off and let's clean you up a little." He sat up and took off his shirt. I wiped the rest of his cum off his pelvic area and wiped his neck. I tossed his shirt in the floor and looked him in the eyes as he lay in bed completely naked. Jill looking on.
"Matt, I want to talk with you about something else. What I'm going to tell you is going to sound crazy, but I can assure you I'm being serious with what I'm about to say." He nodded as he lay back on the bed. I reached down and began lightly stroking his soft cock again. He'd forgotten Jill was even there as he was still staring down my dress.
"Speaking of Bonnie. When our sons were your age they were both already sexually active. But they didn't know what they were doing and I felt bad for the girls they were with. Well, we came up with a plan to teach each other's son about women. And it was a lot more than the modeling and demonstration yesterday and what I just did for you." He had a blank stare. Like he comprehended what I was saying, but not believing I was saying it.
"Matt? Jill and I have already talked about this. You are an adult now and this is entirely up to you. But, would you like for me to teach you how to have great sex with a woman?"
Silence. His mouth and eyes were wide open but he couldn't speak. His cock started to harden, so I asked again, "Matt?"
He nodded. After a moment, his voice finally returned. "Um, how? I-I-I" I cut him off.
"Well, you are out of school next week, right?" He nodded.
"What if I take you up to my cabin for the week? You could experience walking around naked in the woods, which is a freeing experience itself, but also in front of other people. Men and women. There are two pools and if you've never swam naked, you're going to love it. You will quickly lose your silly modesty and become comfortable with your body and most importantly, your penis.
But when we go back inside my cabin, I'll teach you how to love a woman. What you did for Bonnie yesterday is just the tip of the iceberg. When you go back to school next Monday, you will be a different person. That is, if you don't mind being taught by an older woman?" He was shocked.
"Are you-you-you being serious?" He had a huge grin and he looked like a kid at Christmas as he looked back at Jill, suddenly realizing she was still in the room. He looked back down at my hand stroking his hardening cock.
Instead of answering, I stood and removed my dress, giving him an unobstructed view of my tits. I was turned on by watching him climax and thinking about how much fun it is going to be to teach him the ways to be with a woman. Hell, I've been wet for two days.
He kept staring at my tits as I moved my hands to my panties and removed them. I was drenched. My pussy was leaking at the thought of this young, hard cock.
I wiped myself with my panties and held them up for Matt to see. They were covered in my thick, clear nectar. I put them to his nose as he took in my scent. I looked down and his cock was sticking straight up, still glistening with some of his cum from before. He was again paying no attention to Jill sitting in the chair at the end of his bed.
Handing him my panties, "You can keep these for later." I tossed them on his face. He started sniffing them as I leaned over and took him into my mouth. Given his size, I took him all the way in and back up, adding sucking pressure when I got to the head of his cock. It made a 'pop' sound as it exited my mouth.
I then made eye contact as I straddled him. He broke contact, looking down as I guided his cock into me. Once he was in, I sat directly on top of him. I knew if I laid on him and fucked him in that position, he would slip out due to his smaller size. Instead, I stayed in the sitting position and began rocking back and forth. I then grabbed his hands and guided them to my tits.
"Don't squeeze too hard. Just lightly knead them like Bonnie was doing yesterday. My nipples are sensitive, but you can lightly pinch them if you want. NO, too much. Lighter. Yes, that's it, like that." I rode him for a few minutes, giving him instruction on how to touch my breasts and rub my hips while I rubbed back and forth on his cock. But, I was ready for a climax.
I guided his finger and began rubbing my clit as I continued to ride him. I'd been turned on for over a day now and I knew it wouldn't take long. Sure enough, a minute of rubbing and I felt the inevitable coming. I tossed my head back and moaned loudly as I came. My pussy was contracting around his cock when I did so. Just like with Bonnie, my orgasm sent him over the edge. I felt cock throbbing as he unloaded inside me. I stayed on top of him until I knew he was done.
Then, I leaned forward to give him a kiss. When I did, his cock slipped out and I felt a stream of his cum flow from me. Despite his earlier orgasm, this kid shoots more volume than anyone I've ever been with.
I rolled off him and playfully put my panties on his face. I looked at Jill who had a look of utter amazement, as she had just witnessed her son lose his virginity.
I reached down, grabbed my dress and put it back on.
"Do you think I'm serious now?" He had the largest smile and look of shock on his face.
"Be at my house around 9:00 tomorrow morning. You won't need to pack much, just toiletries. We will stop by the grocery store on the way and stock up for the week." I winked at him, then leaned over and took his soft cock back into my mouth. He moaned as I cleaned our juices off his shrunken member. I pulled up, looked at Jill with a smile and walked into the hallway. Jill followed.
...
"Enjoy the show?" I asked as Jill and I walked to my house. She had a look of shock and embarrassment. And desire.
I opened the cabinet and pulled out the Cuervo and mix. "Would you be a dear and mix up a batch? Despite being his second load, your son has more volume than anyone I've ever been with. I'm leaking here and need to put some panties on since he has mine. Maybe he won't be taking yours anymore." I giggled as I walked into my bedroom.
When I came out, she had already had half of one margarita and had one waiting on me.
"Honey, are you okay?" She swallowed and then said,
"I can't believe that just happened! I've never seen anyone have sex before. Much less my own son!" She took another sip.
"That's why I wanted you to see. I wanted you to see how to take control of a man. Boy or man, you focus on and control his cock and you control him. Do you have any other questions?" She looked down and shook her head.
"He's going to be a quick learner. When I'm done with him this week, he'll have more meaningful experience than all the boys in his high school combined." She laughed and agreed.
"But I wanted to talk about you."
"Me?"
"Yes. When I left here last night, I went back over to Bonnie's house. Lane was there and we caught up. He just went through a divorce. His wife is a fool, but that's another story. He travels for work and while she was getting the best sex of her life when he was home, it wasn't enough. She started seeing a guy on the side and got pregnant." Jill shook her head in shock.
"Exactly. He couldn't trust her after that and they just finalized their divorce." She nodded then asked,
"Okay? What does that have to do with me?" I took a sip.
"I was getting to that. We sat around and caught up on his job. Then the conversation shifted and Bonnie asked how Matt was doing. I brought Lane up to speed of what happened, including Matt cumming in his shorts when Bonnie had her orgasm." She laughed.
"I then told him about you and what all you have been through. Not only getting pregnant so young, but the guys you've been out with since. Anyway, he shook his head and joked that maybe you needed a teacher too." I took another sip, letting that sink in.
She looked up at me when it hit her with her mouth wide open.
"Hear me out Jill. Lane is a great young man. He's respectful and understands your situation. This wouldn't be a date per se, but a man who knows what he's doing to help you out. Teach you. He won't jump your bones just to get off like the other guys. He'll show you what to do and what not to do. And he'll show you what it's like to have great sex with a man who knows what he's doing. Trust me, he still knows." I winked.
"How do you..." She was speechless.
"Honey, I told you I'm a horny 52-year old woman. I took him for a spin last night and again this morning. He's even learned more since I taught him."
"Wait! You were with him last night *and* this morning. *AND* with Matt?"
"What can I say? I get horny!" We both laughed.
"I could never!..." She thought about what she had just said and then smiled.
"I'm not saying you would. But you did run through a set of batteries, didn't you? And that rabbit lasts a lot longer than any man can." I took a sip and waited.
"Why would he do that? I mean, I'm older than he is and there is no way he would want to do something like that."
"You asked the same question about Matt." I grinned.
"Yes, but he's never been with anyone before."
"He has now." I winked.
"Still, this guy is a grown man."
"Yes, a grown man. Any woman can go into a bar any night and go home with a man to fuck. Men aren't that lucky. Lane isn't a skirt chaser though. While he'd been with a few girls in high school and college, he met his wife his junior year. He hadn't been with another woman until last night.
Look, this isn't a date. But, I think the two of you will hit it off as he's an accountant. He's only four years younger than you. And you? Well, you are gorgeous my dear. I hate that the only sexual experiences you've had have been bad because you deserve so much better. And Lane will teach you that."
She thought, then added, "Not all my experience with sex has been bad."
It was my time to look puzzled as I took a sip.
"You gave me my first orgasms, and that was great! Does that make me a lesbian now?" I almost spit out my drink as I started laughing.
"Touché"
"I don't know, Dana. I mean, all of this is happening so fast. Four days ago, I just asked you to come over and make sure we didn't need to go to the emergency room. Now? Matt has had sex! I've had my first orgasms and I may be bisexual?" She smiled and laughed.
"I don't know. This is crazy, isn't it?" She drank the rest of her drink and started pouring number three.
"I'm glad we live next door. There is no way you could drive after this. I guess I'm a bad influence." We both laughed. Then she looked at me and got serious.
"If I were to say yes, what would I do? When? Where?"
"Slow down dear. Matt is going to be with me all week, remember? I guess your house would be available? Lane is in an apartment since the divorce. And as much as I love him and everything, he's still a single man in his late 20s. I'm sure his place is a wreck." We both laughed.
"Jill, don't over-think this. This isn't a date. This is a great guy wanting to help you out. But he is a guy. And don't kid yourself. He wants into your panties just like every other man out there. That's just life. You can fight it, or embrace and enjoy it. It's up to you."
She thought for a few moments.
"Will you help me?"
"Help you?"
"Yes. You said I could ask you anything, right?" She asked as she drank half of number three.
"Anything dear."
"Would you help me shave? I've never done it before and don't want to cut anything if I'm going to do this." She looked nervous. And tipsy.
"Of course! Let's go back into the bathroom and we will get you all fixed up."
She took off her shorts and panties and sat on the edge of the tub. I took off my dress and panties and sat in the tub so I could the hair would fall inside. I trimmed most of her hair with the scissors. I then pulled out a disposable razor and went to work. She said she wanted to be bare like me and Bonnie. By the time I was done, she was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She was wet too. Very wet. I took a handheld mirror and handed it to her as I turned on the water and washed the hair down the drain.
She looked at the mirror, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She spread her lips with one hand. I then took the mirror from her and held it so she could get a better look at herself.
"You've never looked at yourself before, have you?"
"No. Seeing Bonnie yesterday was the first time I've ever seen what it looks like down there before. I tried last night, but couldn't see as much trying with one hand and all that hair." She felt around, rubbing up and down her slit as she stared in the mirror.
"It *is* more sensitive without the hair." She looked up and then down at my pussy and smiled.
"Yes, it is. I've been bare for many years and sex feels so much better." She kept rubbing her fingers over her smooth mound and between her saturated lips. She looked at me and bit her lower lip.
Taking her hint, "Would you like for me to give you another orgasm?" She smiled and nodded 'yes'.
I walked her to my bed and took off her shirt and bra. She is a "B" cup like me, but oh to have tits that perky again. I took a nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it. It was already erect and then I took the other. Laying her on my bed, I got back between her legs and started licking the smoothness of her pussy. When my tongue pierced her lips, she jumped from the contact. I lapped up her juices and gave her clitoris a workout. She was turned on and didn't take long. She came before I could slow down and drag it out.
After she came, I lay on top of her, breast to breast. She caught her breath and then asked,
"May I do you?" I looked at her and didn't question. I lay on my back and spread my legs. I wasn't sure if she wanted to use her fingers or her tongue or both, but I didn't care.
She got between my legs on her knees and looked and explored. She spread my lips and probed me with her finger, trying to find my g-spot.
"There it is." I told her when she hit it. She then proceeded to mimic what I had done for her and what Matt did to Bonnie, bringing me to an orgasm after only a few minutes. She didn't try to go down on me and I wasn't going to push her. This girl has come a long way in a short period of time and I didn't want to force anything on her.
We got up and dressed, heading back into the kitchen for another drink.
"Thank you."
"For what dear?"
"Everything. I never thought I would feel like that before. I wasn't sure what to do with Matt, but, well...Thank you."
"Don't you worry about young Matt. The question now is, do you want me to call Lane?" She took a long drink and nodded 'yes'.
Before she had time to think about her answer, I put my phone on speaker and called Lane.
"Hey Dana! Let me guess, she said you were crazy and no way, right?" He started laughing.
"Lane, I have you on speaker and Jill is sitting right here." Silence on the other end.
"Jill, this is Lane.
Lane, this is Jill.
Lane dear, say hello. Please tell me the cat doesn't have your tongue. Because, that's a talented tongue you have. I've told Jill all about it." Jill covered her mouth and started laughing.
"H-hello Jill. I'm sorry, I had no idea I'd be on speaker. But given it's Dana, well, you know her so my apologies."
"Hi Lane. She's told me so much about you." The glow in her face suddenly turned nervous. There was a pause in the conversation and just as I was about to interject,
"Jill, look. I've been thinking about this and I know this is a bizarre discussion. But this is Dana we are talking about." He laughed and then continued, "Dana told me about you and your past. I understand. Since she is taking Matt to the cabin, how about I pick you up for dinner tomorrow night." He paused, but she didn't answer.
"Not for a date, necessarily, but let's get to know one another. Away from the house. Let's eat, have a bottle of wine and talk. Since we both know why we are meeting, let's talk about your past. I've heard it from Dana, but I want to hear from you. And you can ask me anything. I'm an open book.
When we've talked until we have no further questions, I'll take you home, walk you to the door and kiss goodnight. If after you sleep on it and still want to meet, call me on Tuesday and we will figure out a time to get together and then see what happens.
If you don't want to meet, that's fine too. I completely understand and we can both blame that fiery redhead you are sitting beside. But we will walk away friends. How does that sound?"
Jill had a look of relief at Lane's words.
"Lane, that sounds like a great idea. I'm so nervous about this and it's crazy. But for some reason, I don't know. Dinner would be great."
"Good, would 6:00 work? I'm working from home this week and should be done in time to get you then."
"6:00 is perfect, Lane."
"See you at 6:00 then. And Jill? If she tries to give you a margarita, run. She's dangerous with those things." He hung up as Jill almost snorted some of her drink out of her nose.
...
8:45 and there was a knock on my door. *Young Matt is anxious.*
I opened the door and had him sit on the sofa.
"I'll be a few minutes." Time for another lesson about women.
I decided to take a bath. Finally, I walked out of my bedroom with my bag shortly before 10:00. Matt was pacing the floor and looked at me with puppy-dog eyes.
"Matt, consider that another lesson about girls. They appreciate promptness, but not early. If I were a date and she were still getting ready, it would put her in a rushed position. You want a girl relaxed, not rushed. In the future, arrive when you are supposed to arrive, and not a minute late. If you are late, she will think you don't care." He looked at me confused.
"That's right Matt. Women are hard to figure out and always have a way to put a guy on the defensive. You need to start learning and taking cues. Most guys never learn that. But that's what this week is for. We will be having lots of sex, but other lessons too." He smiled and shook his head.
*He's going to be a quick learner.*
"I see you already have an erection." He looked down and smiled.
"Well, we can't go to the grocery store with you in that condition, so let's go back to my bedroom and take care of it." He quickly followed as I walked to my room.
"Did you shower this morning?"
"Yes"
"Take off your clothes." He stripped like he was on fire.
"Lay on the bed." His cock was sticking straight up, a clear drop glistening the tip.
I leaned over and took him into my mouth, gently scratching his balls while I bobbed up and down. I knew he wouldn't last long, so I wanted to get this one out of the way. Sure enough, only a minute of bobbing up and down and he started grunting. I swallowed as much as I could, but still couldn't believe how much semen he produces. Maybe it's just been a long time since I've been with a younger man, but it was way more than the men my age.
I kept him in my mouth until he lost his erection.
"Matt, if a girl is doing that for you, always warn her you are about to cum. It's polite and allows her the opportunity to pull off and finish you with her hand, as some girls don't like it when a guy goes off in her mouth. And since you have so much, it's fair to warn."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. I knew you were going to cum and wanted to taste you. I was just telling you for when you start dating. I love giving blowjobs. It turns me on to have that kind of control over a man. And speaking of being turned on, it's time for you to learn how pleasure a woman with your tongue." He looked at me and smiled as I took off my clothes.
I lay back and spread my legs, giving him a view of my pussy. "I'm already turned on, but we will work on how to get a woman there later. For now, I want you to use your tongue like you did your fingers to Bonnie."
He leaned in, taking in my scent then pierced my lips with his tongue.
"Mmmm, yes like that.
Up and down
Slower, yes like that.
Too much on my clit, lighten the pressure. Yes"
For the next 30 minutes, I basked in the pleasures from Matt's tongue. Sure, I could have climaxed several times, but made him slow down to drag it out. Most men wouldn't have been that patient. He doesn't know any better. When I finally came, his face was covered in my juices.
He was also hard again. I looked down and told him to fuck me. He hesitated, but then moved into position and lined his cock up with my opening.
"Fuck me however you want."
He had a huge smile as he easily entered me my sopping wet pussy. He paused for a moment when he bottomed out, but quickly started pumping. I grabbed his ass cheeks as he pounded away. At the rate he was going, he wasn't going to last long. And that was alright, as I'll teach him delay later. This was for him.
Almost a minute after he entered me, I felt the warm gush as he came. He softened shortly thereafter and slipped out. Looking at me with a huge smile he asked how it was.
"It was quick, Matt. That's okay though. We will learn how to last longer. But now, you've made a mess and I want you to go down on me again." He looked at me with wide eyes.
"What? It's just your semen, mixed with my juices. There's nothing wrong with you tasting yourself. I swallowed your load a little while ago, remember?" He nodded, but was still hesitant.
"Most guys won't do what you are about to do. But when you do this for a girl, it's something she will love and appreciate. It's about connection and intimacy. It doesn't get much more intimate than going down on a woman after you've cum inside her.
Now, get to it Matt." He shrugged his shoulders and went back down on me. When I came, my comforter was drenched. This boy is a quick learner and already is as good as most of the men I've dated in terms of oral.
We got up and showered. As I dressed, he was hard again.
"That's going to have to wait until later. We need to get going. The campground is about an hour from here, but we need to hit the grocery store first."
On the drive, I talked about naturist etiquette. No sexual contact in public. Always carry a towel and if you get an erection, cover it with the towel. If you are tanning and get one, turn on your stomach or jump in the pool. No gawking or staring. By the time we pulled up to my cabin, he understood the rules.
As we got out of the car, I told him to take off his clothes. There were several couples walking along the road and he looked back at me with a look of fear.
"It's a nudist campground. Everyone is naked. Now, undress and put your clothes in the back seat as you won't be needing them the rest of the week.
He did.
We unloaded the groceries and his cock was sticking straight out. I wanted to go for a walk and show him around the campground but wouldn't be able to if he had an erection. Who am I kidding? No, I wanted to fuck him again and get him comfortable around my body.
We went into the bedroom. "Matt, come over here and kiss me." It occurred to me he had already fucked, but not really kissed before. He leaned in and put his lips to mine. I took over. He was a quick learner, taking my lead. When I put my tongue in his mouth, his erection poked just above my clit.
I spread my legs a bit and guided his cock between my pussy lips. I began rubbing my drenched folds over his cock as we kissed. After a few minutes of making out, I guided his mouth to my breasts. My nipples were hard and his sucking on them gave me a tingling feeling. I led him to the bed and pushed him down, straddling him. As I lowered my dripping pussy on to his cock, he let out a moan of pleasure as he began thrusting up into me.
"Stop. Let me do the work. I want you to last longer. If you start to cum, tell me so I can slow down." He nodded.
I rode him for a good ten minutes. Slow then fast and then slow again when I felt he was getting close. I wanted more though. I wanted his mouth on my pussy so I began rocking back and forth quickly, pinching his nipples as he erupted inside me. When he finished, I pulled off him, dripping a line of cum up his chest until I hovered my pussy over his wanting mouth.
By the time I came, his face was covered in his cum and my juices. I pulled off him and got on my hands and knees, offering myself to him again, as he was already hard again! He got between me and inserted himself into me.
"No. Put your legs on the outside of mine. It pushes me together and gives me a fuller feeling." He didn't argue, only did as instructed.
"You are tighter like this."
"Yes. I told you there are positions you can use to make it feel differently. For both of us. And no matter what your size, girls like it different and mixed up at times." He fucked me for a couple of minutes before he unloaded again.
I lay on the bed and he crawled between my legs. I wasn't going to make him do that again. He just did it. If he keeps this up, girls won't leave him alone. I was already satisfied, so I decided to teach him something else.
"Put your finger in my ass." He looked up, wide eyed.
"You heard me. Lube it up in my pussy and then slowly put it in my ass while you lick me." He did. I'd not had any anal stimulation in a while and it quickly set me over the edge. My ass was squeezing his finger as I climaxed. His face covered again in our juices.
We rested for a while, catching our breath from the sex. Just as I was ready to get up and hit the pool, I looked down and his cock was already hard again.
*Damn, I miss young guys.*
I got back on all fours and told him to stick it in.
"Wrong hole, Matt. Put it in my ass."
He lined up with my ass and began pressing into me.
"Slowly. Hold it there and let me adjust.
Okay, now slowly push in further.
Further." I felt him bottom out.
"Keep it there for a moment while I adjust to you.
Okay, now you can slowly start pumping.
Faster.
Faster!
Harder!
Hurt me, Matt. Hurt me!
Fuck my ass with all you have." He pounded my ass harder than he did my pussy in this position earlier. Given his smaller size, it felt amazing as he pumped with all he had. I was in the throes of another orgasm just as he let out a deep groan and filled my bowels.
...
By the end of the week, Matt had a confidence about him most men don't possess. He'd become comfortable about his smaller size and learned many positions to compensate for it. Given his young age, he walked around with a boner most of the time and I was sure to make good use of it. My pussy, and ass, were sore from all the pounding, but in a good way. Mmmm, a very good way.
He also loved exploring my sex with his tongue and gave me countless orgasms as a result. I knew once he started dating, he would never have a problem satisfying any girl. Or woman. And as much as I wanted to keep him as my young sex pet, I knew it wouldn't be right. He needed to start dating someone his own age. But, I'd be sure to get my jollies until that time arrived.
...
Epilogue
Five years later
Jill's 'lesson' with Lane ended up being so much more. They fell in love. They had a lot more in common than I had thought. Since her bookkeeping job was mostly online, she began traveling with him while on his audits. She would work from the hotel room while he was onsite and then they would spend the evenings together. They dated six months when Lane popped the question. She got pregnant several months later and little Abigale turns three next week. Matt loves his little sister and Bonnie loves her granddaughter. And of course, I'm considered her grandmother too!
When Matt went back to school after the week at the cabin, his new-found confidence led him to asking out a girl that had recently transferred in from the west coast, Tonya. Tonya's father was in the military and stationed at Ft. Bragg. She was perfect for Matt. Sweet, funny and full of life. They hit it off immediately and were inseparable. I even let them use my cabin at the resort one weekend over the summer.
However, just before they both were to start their freshman year at UNC that fall, USC contacted Tonya and had a sudden opening. And no, not The University of South Carolina. USC was her first choice of school. And while difficult leaving Matt, she *was* a west coast girl.
They are still friends to this day though. In fact, she is one row behind me with her husband, Ben. She tapped me on the shoulder a moment ago as we stood and turned, telling me how handsome Matt looks in his tux. And happy. I looked back at Matt and saw his face light up as he made eyes with Becky as she began walking down the aisle.
When Tonya moved away, Matt started dating other girls. While most were sweet girls, none ever gave him 'that' feeling he had with Tonya, so he would move on. They all tended to try to stay around for some reason though. Hehe, I wonder why?
One day last year, Matt came over to talk. He always stops by and tells me everything going on in his life when he visits Jill, Lane and little Abigale. And no, we've not been physical since he started dating Tonya.
I can still remember the conversation like it was yesterday.
"Dana, I met someone. She checked me out at the grocery store the other day and I can't stop thinking about her. I asked what time she got off and she reluctantly told me. I went back to see her and we talked for only ten minutes. There's something about her Dana. I can't get her out of my mind. She may be the one!" He said as he opened a beer.
"Well, ask her out!"
"I did! She said she couldn't. I don't understand it. She's not married and doesn't have a boyfriend. I asked. I don't get it. I don't know what to do. There is just something about her though, Dana. I can't put my finger on it. Damn, I can't stop thinking about her!"
"The Matt I know isn't going to give up this easily. Sounds like you need to go back and try again. Maybe she's testing you, kiddo."
He came back over the next evening and told me he had a long talk with her and she agreed to a date. He then asked if I would show him how to make my lasagna dish he loves so much. Over the cooking lesson, he told me about Becky.
That Friday evening, when she opened her apartment door she nervously asked if he was sure about seeing her. He walked in, kissed her on the cheek and then put the dish on the counter. She apologized for the small apartment as that was all she could afford working at the grocery store. She also apologized for the mess in the floor.
That's when he noticed a sudden look of horror on her face.
Matt saw something out of the corner of his eye and by the time he turned around, it was too late. The dart hit him square between the eyes. He looked back at Becky as he hit the floor. When he looked back up, her look of horror turned into a tearful smile as he grabbed the other gun he saw by the sofa.
The next twenty minutes ensued in what Becky calls 'the battle to end all Nerf battles between my boys', Matt and Tommy, her eight-yearld son.
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"Damn, Max, am I drunk?" : the fox asked, his eyes locked at J's romantic gaze. The wolf laughed and replied: "Damn, dude, what did that vixen do to you? Either you both jointed, or it's something worse...Actually, I wanted to ask, did you have any sex?" Trevor turned with a look of a satisfied vampire: "Oh, you bet we did. And you know what? She is...umm...was a virgin!" : Trevor was proud of his act, finally standing up as a grown up fox. Sexual maturity was tied with adulthood. Whenever some boy fucked a girl, he was no longer a "boy". And the girl...well, it was considered she is ready to give birth.
Max watched with a small frown. He was a virgin, he was older, but still was a virgin. He turned his gaze to a girl, sitting by Jane. A young dragoness : Tania : she was brownish, one eye red, the other one : blue. Her hair was short and messy with a deep purple color and short green stripes. Max was in love with her...
"Ya like her, don't ya?" : Max's drooling friend said, with his sight still looking at his mate. "Yea...She's beautiful..." : the wolf was cut off by his friend very fast: "Dude, you're not the only one, Punk the hyena, he wants to fuck Tani for a long, long time." With those words said, Max clenched his fist and led out a small groan. "Punky... - it seemed like the wolf said those words with joy - ...he's dead." "Max, dude, stop it, no fighting in the buss." : Trevor spoke with cautiousness, knowing what might happen.
Punk was lounging at his seat and was telling a story of how he almost killed a "goddamned fag", who tried to squeeze his ass. Trevor's school was full of Bi's, but no one was irritated from them. Although no one could prove that the hyena himself was straight, no one could say the opposite. "Punky" as most of his classmates called him, was just relating how he smacked Buck the otter, when Max shouted from the back of the buss: "Hay, Punky, how 'bout the time you had to lick my legs, because you lost that be...what was it again..." : before the wolf could finish the sentence, Punk got up, came closer to him and said facetiously: "Oh yea, I recall the bet was about who could jerk off faster?" "Yea : The canine replied : you proved you were a wimp." "Really? I think I proved I'm not getting horny from men." : all of the boys who could hear the talk at the back side of the buss laughed simultaneously. Max showed a bit of his teeth, growling slyly, but he kept him calmness and continued. "Punky, Punky, even if you have made the bet with a girl, you would still run off with that excuse..." : the last gag took more applauses that the first. Max smiled proudly, and Punk returned to his seat, yelling "Fuck you, McLowsky! At History you'll get fucked!" The bus driver turned his head to reveal a huge giggle. It seemed the microphones in the bus captured everything...
"History, DAMN, FUCK, Fuck Stable! I have no homework..." : with those words, weird images started to form in the wolf's head. "Trev, may I ask you something?" The fox knew what happened when the wolf started talking like that. Max always needed Trevor's help for his mischevious plans to work. The fox did not know what would happen, but if, by Max's words, the wolf was "out of order", Trev had to think up an excuse...
The school buss arrived, thus starting the painfully long day...Half of the students on the bus had History, the other half : Maths. Punk had Maths while Max had History so theoretically they couldn't start a fight...but only theoretically. Trevor thought about the lack of grey matter inside Max's head when the wolf began to scratch himself behind the ears before he took out a cigarette. "Max what the fuck r'ya doin'?! : Trevor asked : You want another detention?" "...maybe..." : the wolf replied as he inhaled the tobacco smoke and breathed out a cloud of nicotine, death itself. "Aw, fuck, the guard's out! Put out the damned thing!" : Trevor whispered; Mr.Yankovitz, the school ... erm ... "discipline control" loved guys like Max...The nearest entrance to the school was behind the guard. "So, what's up, Maxie? : Yankovitz asked : What'cha got there?" "Nuffn' : Max replied : just some soothing-ness, want some?" : the wolf handed the cigarette to the big Doberman. Yankovitz pulled the smoke from the filter into his lungs and started to make circles from the nicotine. "Yup, thanks ol'budy, now you gots to go wiz meh!" : the Doberman tried to make out a punkish : snot-nosed accent and failed miserably, after that he grabbed Max by the shoulder and took him into custody, so to speak. The wolf waved back to Trevor, winking as he did. This was a sight, it meant that Trev didn't have to make out anything, he would only enjoy the day...sort of.
The History class went rather well, both groups (everyone single student from the bus) had PE next. The school yard was massive enough for it to take up to 150 students, so 32 of them weren't much of a problem. Trevor, who was speaking with Jane about something carelessly, saw Max coming out from the same black door he came out the last time he was caught smoking. The wolf seemed quite happy from his stay in detention and Trev tried to ignore the calls of his name, but the wolf was rapidly shortening the distance between them. "Hiya Trev!" : The fox couldn't ignore his wolf buddy much longer and decided to quit: "What the fuck did you think you were doing?! Why, why, why?" "Well, mr. Brown pants, I thought it would be better to spend 45 minutes with Yakovitz, than in History class, I fucking love that guy!" : Max answered, not satisfying is friend's question though. "Anyway : Trev continued : so are you gonna do with Punky?" : to be honest, Trevor wanted to see the outcome of the whole "infatuated idiot versus swaggering bastard" thing. Max didn't answer the last question.
The sports teacher, a pumped-up brownish-white dingo with a sensible australian accent, was running in one spot, waiting for his students to get ready. "A'right then kiddoes, everyone worked-up, jacked-up, spun-up and ready to goww now?" : Mr. Derek Sean spited up the sentence in a flash and no one actually understood that, and, taking in mind that his accent was strong enough to kill a kangaroo, he repeated himself: "Donn lemme getcha wimpin'-pimin' honey-lickin' pipsqueeks foolin' aroun' in my class! Caam' on, le's goww! One, two, three, foaa'!" : and the 32 pupils started running behind what seemed a classical case of caffeine addiction... After a few cycles around the stadium, the boys were separated from the girls and the males headed to play rugby, while the girls were given the hard task of playing volleyball...
The match was going good until the ball got in Max's hands and Punk was running against him. In pure instinct, the wolf pounded against the whimpy hyena, and Punk reacted the same way : by instinct. Both students started fighting in the middle of the game. Everyone took off their helmets, stepped around the boys and started yelling, part of them for Punk, and a part for Max. Trevor instantly jumped to part the animals, but got hit in his exposed vulpine head. "Headshot" : somebody yelled and the crowd started laughing. Max regained sense and saw his friend lying motionless on the ground. He jumped to grab the fox, but was held tightly by Punk. The hyena held the wolf by the belt, pulled him on the ground and started beating him insanely. A small drop of blood flew from the wolf's nose, who on the sight of that exploded inside, pushed forward, and the animals switched places. As Max pumped fist after fist on the hyena's head, mr. Sean jumped from out of nowhere, grabbing Max, pulling him away from Punk. The dingo then checked the bloody hyena, who apparently didn't care and jumped back on Max, but this time Buck pulled the wolf into the crowd and smacked Punk in the face: "Fuck you, Punk!" : the otter yelled and kicked the hyena in the stomach. "Guyz, guyz, ee-nough! : the dingo started : Don'cha know you could kill the innocent creature." : Max smiled as he heard those words; The teacher was fucking with the bastard! Derek was on the bus when they argued, maybe he heard the talk. "Now now, : Mr. Sean continued, laughing : let's leave him alone, he needs a painkiller or two... - the dingo kneeled by Punk : Ya allright boy?" : he asked, but go spat at in the face with bloody saliva. "I hate you..." : Punk mumred. The teacher got up and wiped the spit from his muzzle. He sighed, then said: "Come one, let's leave the bastard here." : Max laughed at those words and the dingo came up to him next. "Well, I hope youz gonna be more friendly. Ya okay?" Max just smiled and patted the teacher on the shoulder, wiped the blood from his nose and arose. The dingo laughed again and said: "If ya give him a nice beatin' later, I won't tell anyone." : Derek winked, then looked at his watch and released everyone a few minutes earlier.
In all the commotion everyone forgot the fox. Trevor lied on the grass motionless. Max picked him up, cached up with Jane and said: "Would you help a helpless kitten? : smiling, the wolf offered Trevor to the vixen : Trust me, sometimes he looks like a kitten." Jane got the idea and kissed Trev on the forehead. The fox immediately opened his eyes, looked at Jane and said "Hi.", then he kissed her on the muzzle. Max sighed and released Trevor, leaving the fox to fall on the ground. The vixen gave Max a grumpy look, then helped Trevor up. Max approached Tania, held his breath and said: "Tani, hay, how 'bout I...umm...how 'bout I buy you a coffee later?" : The dragoness smiled and replied approvingly.
The boys headed to the showers; Punk was nowhere to be seen. Everyone patted Max, shouting with joy. The wolf smiled, headed to hid locker and, smirking, took out five cans of beer. Everyone whooped and Max handed a can to Tom, a domestic cat, his second best friend, to Joe, a white stallion, great "finess-freak", as Max called him, to Kaleb, a black leopard who could hack the CIA's computer network if he felt like it, and, of course, to Trevor. "Cheers, to Punk, may he always be here when I feel like kicking someone in the ass!" : Max shouted, taking out another whoop out of the crowd and then drank the whole can on one breath. His friends though, took it slower.
When all of the males finished their work in the showers and headed to the Physics class, Max left behind, because the beer hit him in the head again. He didn't notice the otter, Buck, still there too. "Max : Buck started : I want to ... thank you : the otter moved closer. - ... for the beating Punk received... - the otter kissed the wolf on the muzzle with blinding speed, then he turned and waked away, leaving Max half dead.
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Text: Jeanne Guilder sat on a bench off the arena's main floor, trying to keep her nerves from getting to her. She looked up at the scoreboard and winced at the numbers looking back down at her. In an improbable turn of events, it all came down to her and she was in a position to win it all. It would take one hell of an effort, but it was within reach just enough that the idea of losing - no longer the slam-dunk certainty that it once was - tied her stomach in knots.
And the situation truly was improbable, one in which Jeanne never expected to find herself. A virtual nobody coming out of high school, she was lightly recruited by a handful of schools, her short, petite build deemed inadequate for college competition despite decent results in high school. She was only offered a scholarship by a commuter school two days before signing day when their best player suffered a career-ending injury while training. Jeanne submitted her letter of intent before the school could change its mind. Then the freshman was suddenly thrust into the main rotation when one of the seniors on the team got knocked up by her boyfriend and was medically disqualified for the season.
So it was improbable enough that Jeanne Guilder, an inexperienced, overlooked history major who had only been on campus for five months, was a regular contributor at a Division I program like Archer City Municipal University. Even more improbable was ACMU's second place finish in their conference, the school's best ever. Even more improbable was ACMU's unexpected run through the regional and super-regional postseason meets, landing them in the National Championship meet with seven elite schools. ACMU hung in there just enough while the other schools' players suffered from late season fatigue, illness, injury, and inevitably some choking on such a big stage.
So, on the third and final day of competition the very last slot went to Archer City, the most improbable of Cinderella stories, with Jeanne the only remaining person on the team left to compete, in fourth place but within striking distance of first. A more seasoned athlete would relish the opportunity and rise to the occasion; Jeanne felt like running to the locker room and throwing up.
A loud cheer rose from the stands as the previous contestant was escorted off the floor. Katie Florin, a senior from Regents University, had just single-handedly vaulted her team into the top spot. And what a job she had done, scoring a 48 - tying her own Division 1 record - in her last collegiate competition. The girl had already led Regents to a team championship the previous year, was the three-time defending individual champion, and had likely just sewn up another pair of titles. She had been clutch her entire college career, and she was poised to make a lot of money in the pros.
Jeanne watched Katie make her way out of the arena to her team's holding area. She would then shed her Regents red and go get fitted for the customary gold uniform that the individual champion donned for the awards ceremony. The noise from the crowd dulled a bit during the break and Jeanne turned to look down the length of her team's empty bench. Like the girls from Regents, Jeanne's teammates were all in ACMU's holding area watching on closed circuit TV. She wished they were there with her to offer encouragement or advice. Her coach had run off somewhere a couple minutes prior, but not before giving Jeanne the customary pep talk.
A referee approached the ACMU bench. "Are you ready?" she asked.
Jeanne took a deep breath, sighed, and stood up. "Yes." She removed the tracksuit she had been wearing on top of her team uniform, a rich blue spandex suit that bore a bold white "ARCHER CITY" across the chest and her uniform number 9 on her stomach and back. As the referee led her to the center of the arena, Jeanne again glanced at the scoreboard. The magic number was 40 to tie Katie Florin and Regents, and 41 to win.
"I can do 41," she tried to reassure herself. She had achieved 38 in practice a couple of times, but practice is practice, and she had never done better than 33 in real competition. Plus, no one of her physical stature had ever attained 41 in competition before. For that matter, none of her taller, more experienced teammates had either. Katie Florin, on the other hand, could score a 41 with the flu while half-asleep.
The Regents section of the crowd was still cheering as if they had already won. The rest of the arena was still buzzing a little, most of the fans happy to root for an underdog if their own team was out of the running. Most women's sports are not well attended, but this being the one sport better suited to women than men, the arena was packed and millions were watching on live TV.
Jeanne took her position in the middle of the arena floor. The referee wrapped an elastic band around her waist, then took her position a few feet away. Jeanne took this time to begin focusing. The arena was a bit colder than she was used to, perhaps around 70 degrees. The lights were brighter. Her nose was a little itchy from her allergies. She would have to account for all those things, not to mention the noise from the crowd and her nerves.
"Your attention, please," the public address announcer said. "Competing in the final position of the championship round: Jeanne Guilder, Archer City Municipal University. Number nine."
The echoes of the booming bass voice hadn't subsided before another cheer rose from the crowd. She looked over to the referee one more time and nodded to acknowledge that she was ready. The referee then turned to the judges' table and gave them a thumbs-up.
A series of tones, one second apart, came over the PA. This was it: a ten-second countdown, then fifteen minutes to win the whole shooting match. Jeanne closed her eyes in anticipation and concentration.
The last tone was followed loudly by the buzzer. The clock was running. An instant later, Jeanne began absorbing the air around her.
In the sport of women's expansion, there were various strategies that could be employed during competition. You could start fast, end fast, or simply proceed at a steady pace. Jeanne switched up her pace throughout her routine but she always started slow; that would leave her the stamina to finish strong. The last five minutes were always the hardest.
Jeanne's spandex uniform and the elastic band began stretching around her waist as her stomach swelled up smoothly, approaching the size and shape of a basketball. Jeanne opened her eyes only long enough to see that the scoreboard was still blank, the measuring device around her waist not yet able to properly calculate her size. Still, she could tell that the cold of the arena was slowing her down a bit. 41 feet would be a tall order.
The referee stood closer, carefully inspecting Jeanne's midsection as it continued inflating, listening to the sound of the air passing through Jeanne's pores and into her body. Jeanne knew the referee was there but needed to maintain her focus, feeling the perimeter of her stomach gradually push further and further out. Without opening her eyes she gently reached her hands out and tried to bring them together in front of her belly. Finding herself unable, she redirected some of her air intake toward her legs. Inflating those next would give her the lower body stability she needed once her upper body became larger. She repeatedly planted her feet further apart as her legs bulged within the spandex suit, reaching nearly four times their former width before she redirected the air back to her torso.
Her breasts and stomach surged outward, the text across her chest stretching in effort to catch up to the greatly distorted "9" just below. Jeanne allowed her back to swell out next, starting at the small of her back and then spreading upward to her shoulder blades. Her back and front were beginning to blend together at her hips, causing her entire torso to begin growing rounder. She opened her eyes again, finding a wide swath of blue spandex covering her breasts and blocking the view of anything below. She glanced at the scoreboard in time to see it light up with its first digit, her midsection (albeit disproportional) now round enough to produce a proper number. In three minutes she had reached five feet wide.
Jeanne was a little behind her normal pace, but it was now time to make up for lost time. Closing her eyes once more and concentrating on the air around her, she kicked into high gear, forcing all parts of her body to take on air. Everything began growing in unison, including her as-yet-unaffected arms. She began staggering her feet slightly wider as her legs gradually spread apart once again. She could hear a cheer rise up from the Archer City fans in the stands as the number on the scoreboard began climbing.
It was around this time that Jeanne felt hands on the front of her massive stomach. This was normal; the referee was checking her to make sure that she was growing according to regulations. Rampant use of inflation-enhancing drugs had been a huge scandal several years prior and it was now largely up to the referees, themselves former athletes in the sport, to look and feel for signs of illegal drug use. The referee's hands traced various parts of Jeanne's widening body, moving from breasts to back and all points in between, feeling for the tell-tale signs of cheating. Finally she stepped back, signaling that Jeanne was clean.
Jeanne's legs had become immobile and her bloated arms stuck out stiffly from her rounding upper body. When she felt her feet leave the floor as her crotch advanced downward, she again accelerated her growth for just a short time, watching the scoreboard hit double digits with ten minutes left. Her arms met the same fate as her now-non-existent legs and seconds later her breasts flattened, leaving Jeanne as a blue spandex ball in the middle of the arena. The giant "9" on her front and back made her resemble a billiard ball despite being the incorrect color for the number. The crowd cheered again.
The numbers on the scoreboard steadily ticked up, first eclipsing fifteen feet and then twenty before Jeanne backed off to pace herself. Now growing at just a snail's pace with just seven minutes left, she needed to conserve what little energy she had left during the next four minutes. Then she would make another run at what she hoped would be a big finish.
But there was still that defeatist attitude in the back of her mind, reminding her that it would take a Herculean effort just to surpass her own personal best in competition and then another 24% beyond that to win. Worried of getting so close and failing anyway, Jeanne considered the prospect of playing it safe. She still had three years ahead of her, so there was no reason to embarrass herself so early. Sure, most of the team would be graduating and next year would be a rebuilding year, but A rising dull roar from the crowd brought her attention back from her own thoughts. Jeanne's mind had wandered only a couple of minutes as she struggled with her inner dilemma, but in that time she had reached 29 feet. Nearly eight feet in only two minutes while barely trying. Five minutes left.
"Oh God," Jeanne thought, "I could actually win this thing."
She crossed the 30 foot mark and thought back to the look on Katie Florin's face as they rolled her off of the arena floor just a few minutes ago - tired and spent, but also smug, confident, and business-like all at the same time. The look of a winner, a defending champion who despite her numerous accolades had still left everything on the field to ensure that losing would not be her fault. Jeanne wanted to be like that, and for the first time in her life she began to develop a killer instinct.
"I WANT to win this thing."
With a little over four minutes to go, Jeanne furrowed her brow and forced herself to give full effort, foregoing all of her previous training. She quickly blew past her competition best, feeling her body absorbing her hands and feet; for most women this didn't happen until around the 40-foot mark but it happened much sooner on Jeanne's smaller frame. The Archer City crowd was beginning to go nuts as the realization dawned on them that Jeanne may actually bring this thing home. Jeanne pushed herself even harder, concentrating as much as she could on taking in more air.
39. Three minutes to go. Jeanne had eclipsed her overall largest achieved in practice and knew she had more left in the tank.
40. Clinching at least a tie of the title, Archer City was guaranteed to go down in the record books. The roar of the crowd rose along with Jeanne.
41. Jubilation. She had done it, with plenty of time to spare. But she didn't want to stop. There was still business to attend to.
42. Jeanne's skin reverberated with the din coming from the stands.
43. Two minutes left. The cheering of the audience turned to gasps as they realized that Jeanne, having locked up the team title, was now gunning for Katie Florin's individual record.
44. The wrist and ankle cuffs of Jeanne's suit, stretched into wide empty circles, began to tear as she exceeded the suit's petite capacity. Pale skin began peeking through slivers of the ripped blue spandex on her sides and toward her shoulders and underside.
45. Jeanne knew she was running out of steam, but she needed to keep going. She would get as close to Katie Florin as she could.
46. One minute left. The noise from the audience had faded back to a dull roar as most fans, even those of other teams, watched in bewilderment.
47. 25 seconds to go. The rips in Jeanne's suit were spreading; the right side had split open from arm to leg, her left arm hole had split open up to her collar, and a third rip was traveling up her stomach from the left leg hole. It looked as if the elastic waistband instrument would be the only thing holding her suit together before too long.
Jeanne was exhausted and was trying to blink beads of sweat away from her eyes. The clock was ticking down to the final seconds of her magical upset, but she took a deep breath and made one more push.
48. A mere instant later the buzzer sounded, and the crowd erupted in a cheer that surpassed anything the whole competition had heard that weekend. A huge underdog - and a freshman, at that - had just made history, winning the team competition and tying arguably the best individual player the game had ever seen.
By the time Jeanne had gotten her wits about her, she was already being rolled off the floor and the waistband was being removed. She blushed a little when the various hands moving her touched exposed skin in areas her uniform was intended to provide the comfort of modesty. As her head pitched toward the floor she saw the referee and entire table of officials and TV and radio commentators giving her a standing ovation - a huge breach of protocol, but nevertheless warranted in this instance. Fans of other schools were jumping and waving. The enormity of her feat was only beginning to dawn on her.
As Jeanne was rolled through the large exit on one side of the arena and into the adjacent team paddocks, her teammates were positioned right at the front to greet her. The girls who had competed two days ago were less than half her size, while those who had competed earlier in the day had barely shrunk at all. Camera operators had been dropped on top of the girls to walk atop them and capture the team moment for the TV audience, but with all of the girls completely immobile instead of hugging and whatever else, the sport did not lend itself to exciting victory celebrations.
After a few minutes with her team, an official told her that it was time to go. "To the awards ceremony?" Jeanne asked.
"No," the official responded, "to change your uniform."
Off in the distance, in the corner of the paddock, was Katie Florin with no other red globes nearby. Then Jeanne understood.
A group of team assistants had just finished removing Katie's red uniform when Jeanne was rolled up next to her. The view that Jeanne had at first was not entirely flattering, but from the other side of Katie's body came a voice:
"Nice job, kid."
Jeanne did not feel comfortable essentially carrying on a conversation with Katie's anatomy, so she waited a few seconds while the tailors began stretching the gold spandex suit over her, rotating her as they went. When Katie's face finally came into view, she simply responded, "Thanks."
"How did you figure it out?" Katie asked as she was being squeezed into the champion's uniform.
"Figure... what out?"
"The secret to unlocking your potential. Most girls never do, much less by your age."
Jeanne's brow furrowed. "I didn't know I figured anything out. My mind just wandered while I was resting and I kept growing without even trying."
Katie raised an eyebrow. "Give me a break. You did that," motioning with her eyes to Jeanne's body, "without even trying?"
"Well... I tried for most of it."
Katie chuckled, partially in disbelief and partially out of amusement at how ridiculous that sounded. "Maybe you haven't figured it out after all."
"So what's the secret, then?" Jeanne prodded.
"Ha," Katie blurted, and then grinned. "Sorry, but that's something everyone has to figure out on their own. But if you're truly this good, you may not need to."
Jeanne fell silent, giving herself a moment to allow such high praise to sink in. Katie's brilliant gold uniform was pulled up snugly beside her face - a perfect fit. Meanwhile, the assistants removed the remaining shreds of Jeanne's uniform, causing Jeanne to blush once again, naked in front of the seasoned champion she had just matched.
"You ought to get used to this," Katie called out as they rolled her asunder to affix her uniform number 22 to her belly. "Something tells me this won't be the last time you'll be sporting gold." And then the shimmering ball of Katie was rolling away. "See you on the podium," Katie called out. "...and in the League." Archer City never won a second national championship during Jeanne's college career. The talent at other schools began developing and Archer City was not the most attractive destination for top-flight recruits. As improbable as the first championship was, it was even more improbable that Archer City would usher in a new world order in inflation athletics.
Jeanne herself, however, developed into a star, going on to win three more individual championships, smashing her and Katie's shared record with a 51 during the first week of competition her sophomore year, and then breaking her own record six more times. Solely because of Jeanne, Archer City was still good enough to attend the national meet each year, never sniffing the podium but always touting the best player.
Katie continued developing in the pros as well, setting numerous records in the WPIL and leading her team to two Zeppelin Bowl championships in her first three years. When Jeanne was drafted after graduating college, the two began a friendly rivalry that lasted over a decade and resulted in huge popularity for the league. It was also an expensive rivalry for WPIL teams, requiring their arena height requirements to be increased three times.
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Text: Phodra was a gifted sorceress for her age of 18. She was beautiful with blonde hair and very popular in the village she was raised in. Her best friend Nalas had been by her side since she was a young girl. Nalas was also a sorcerer, although nexted to Phodra he wasn't that talented. Together they had fixed lots of problems, ranging from a simple cat lost in a tree to taking down trolls. So when Nalas told his female friend about a giant that was terrorising the neighboring town, she didn't think twice about it. They packed up their belongings and headed to the last spotted location of the giant.
It was early morning and the two were deep in the forest where the giant lived.
"One last time, will you please go out with me? We can just save this bounty for later. The giant isn't going anywhere," said Nalas. He had always had his eyes on Phodra. "For the thousandth time, no! You are my best friend why would I ever want to change that? You do understand me, right?" asked Phodra, not paying much attention to Nalas. She had always blown him off and Nalas started to resent that.
"I just thought I'd ask you one last time is all," said Nalas casually.
"I highly doubt that, you'll ask me till you're blue in the face and gray on the head, you will," said Phodra, stopping at the sound of something moving ahead.
The two stopped and loud heaving of breath could be heard up ahead of them. Phodra shot off a gust of wind out the end of her wand that blew the foliage back. Stomping rang out, growing louder.
"Maybe this giant is too much for us, maybe we should retreat?" asked Nalas nervously. "I don't care how big he is, he's no match for me," said Phodra, standing upright and ready.
"I think he is a great match for you actually," said Nalas, reaching out and grabbing Phodra by the arm holding her wand.
"Stop it!" yelled Phodra dropping her wand. At that moment the giant stormed from the hidden brush and came at the two full speed.
"Run, Phodra, run!" yelled Nalas who turned on his heel and left Phodra behind. Phodra bent down to get her wand but all she found was Nalas'. She held it firm and pointed it at the giant, hitting him with a magical rope that wrapped around his feet. He tripped and fell on his face, sliding in the dirt. Something felt weird in Phodra, like she was just about to fluctuate but couldn't. The giant struggled but crawled with his arms towards Phodra. She shot off another set of ropes tying his hands to the nearby trees. Phodra's belt started to tighten and she gazed down. Her belly looked a bit bigger than before. She heard the trees creak loudly as the giant was uprooting them to come at her again. "No!" she screamed and expelled a mighty blast that downed the giant. He flew back several meters before landing. A hissing rang out and Phodra felt her body inflate with air. Much stronger than the two incidents before, her stomach started to look like she was heavy with child. The inflation even spread to her backside, making her leather pants feel a bit too snug. "What is this? A magical giant? You think you can just blow me up like a balloon without a fight?" a rage burned within her like a smithy's forge. She made the ground below the giant, who just got to his feet, reach up and smash into his face like a giant fist. The hissing started again, making the stitching on her leggings pop one by one at the growing girth of her ass. Her stomach also grew, making her shirt ride up exposing her navel to the world. The giant chuckled at her as he wiped soil from his face. "You think I look funny huh?" yelling as she grew angry as her waistline grew. A carpet of flame spilled from the end of her wand and sweep just inches above the leafy ground to the giant. The giant tore up a tree and batted the flames away from himself. Phodra felt her shirt fill as her breasts ballooned up on the front of her. With her one free hand she tried to push her budding breasts down but it was to no avail. "It so funny watching you grow," said the giant in a booming voice. "Stop it!" yelled Phodra back at the avoiding giant. The giant laughed and Phodra had had enough. She shot out bright lightning bolts that struck the giant, although it didn't hurt him. Even though Phodra inflated fast she didn't care as long as the giant was subdued. The giant laughed as if the lightning were tickling him. "Humans think giants are so dumb but they are the foolish ones," laughed the giant. Phodra's body was inflating all over, her pants burst open with her bubbly butt and shirt ripped to show off her swelling rack. "Little human girl not know that wand she use make her grow big like giant," said the giant. Phodra cut off the lightning and looked at the wand of Nalas'. "He wouldn't have," she said softly in disbelief. "I catch your friend one day playing in giant woods. I tell him I eat him if he have nothing to offer. He ask me what I want. I tell him it impossible, that I want giant wife. He tells me he can make me a giant wife. He told me he'd bring you hear and trick you into growing into a giant. With each spell you use you grow bigger," explained the giant. Phodra threw the wand to the ground, "Then I won't use anymore magic, see where that -" She was cut off by the sound of hissing again. "He told me that after you touch the stick you have to keep ahold of it, or you'll grow regardlessly," laughed the giant who came closer. Phodra tried to bend over to pick up the wand but her beach ball-like belly stopped her. She tried to bend her knees but her thighs began to puff outward. The giant smiled as her body rounded out bigger and bigger. Her arms tightened in suit and raised to her sides. She was taking in massive amounts of air and swelling quickly. From her point of view the giant seemed to shrink as she grew taller and fuller. Blimping out and bursting every single article of clothing on her. The swelling slowed as she reached the giant's height although tripled his girth. The giant wore a devilish grin and approached her. He almost got to touch her but a loud crack rang out and the giant fell onto his face, unconscious. It was Nalas, standing all proud with Phodra's wand in his hand, still outreached. "You!" Phodra fumed. "I know, I know. I put you in a dangerous and utterly embarrassing situation. I'm sorry I had to use you to get to the giant but I thought this was fair since you didn't want to go out with me," smiled Nalas. "This is uncalled for, you were my friend!" yelled out Phodra through rather puffy cheeks. "I still am I assure you, unless you want to be my nemesis. In that case I could just blow you up bigger," joked Nalas, pointing Phodra's wand at her engorged stomach. "NO!" screamed Phodra, her skin creaking like an overinflated balloon as she wiggled in protest. "I was just playing, here let me help you," said Nalas. He waved the wand and a gust of air shot from Phodra's belly button. She rapidly deflated in a matter of seconds, unlike her forceful inflation. She was soon back to normal shape and size and clutched herself, finally able to cover her naked body. "Oh, sorry," blushed Nalas. With another wave the pieces of torn clothing pulled themselves together on Phodra's body. Each stitch wove back into place, the over-stretched leather flattened out, until she was as if nothing ever happened. "I bet you had a good laugh about this huh?" asked Phodra sadistically. "It was a bit funny, yeah," chuckled Nalas. Phodra pulled a secondary wand from out of her pouch on the back of her belt. "How about we see how big you get," yelled Phodra, burning hot. "Phodra, wait please don't!" warned Nalas. The spell made the secondary wand explode in a bright flash of light. Nalas and saw that it was cracked, probably from her ass blowing up and cracking it. Phodra was stunned by the flash and didn't know what was happening till it is too late. Her mouth bulged as the inside filled with water. Her lips were magically sealed shut and she was forced to drink the magically summoned water. The water however kept summoning in her mouth. Nalas watched in confusion as his friend made large, loud gulps of water in front of him. The spell was intended to effect Nalas and be completely controlled by her, but it was rebounded and unfinished. Phodra tried to think hard on how uncompleted controlled spells end, if they run out or keep going. The flood in her mouth kept going though. Each mouthful of water pushed into her chest, bellowing out each of her breasts with water. "Well, this can't be all that bad now can it? It's not such a bad look on you," joked Nalas with a playful poke to one of Phodra's swelling tits. Without a wand, Phodra tried to concentrate and use her magic to stop the spell but the flow of water in her throat made it impossible. Her water tits tested the strength of her shirt once more and Phodra herself tried to hide the view of her budding chest from Nalas. "I think this is instant karma, it's not nice to try and inflate people," said Nalas. Phodra rolled her eyes, for Nalas started all of this. Phodra arched her back to help support the increasing weight of her new tunic-stretchers. "Here let me help you release those puppies," offered Nalas, with his wand. It struck Phodra hard, that was it. She needed her wand back so she could stop the water. She thrust her hands out in desperation for the wand but Nalas pulled it away teasingly. "Do you want it? Do you want it?" taunted Nalas. Phodra then accidently knocked it from Nalas grasp and it fell onto the grass. Phodra, bust still expanding, charged for it, pushing Nalas away. Nalas absentmindedly took a step back and stepped on the wand, breaking it in two. Rage once again boiled inside Phodra and she struck Nalas across the face hard. "I didn't mean to break it!" yelled Nalas at the top of his lungs. Nalas' anger got away from him, in his fury he subconsciously increased Phodra's spell. The summoned water doubled in speed and pushed Phodra's cheeks to the max. She flailed her arms helpless as the water no longer found refuge in her three gallon breasts but in her waistline. Nalas only knew what his anger had done when he saw her throat widen and her stomach push out rapidly. "Oh no! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" apologized Nalas. "I'll try to stop it," said Nalas. He put all his focus into her mouth but it didn't stop the spell. He was far too inexperienced as a magician to help her. His mind raced as he knew he had to act quickly to save her from exploding. As he rapidly thought of a spell to use, his friend grew bigger and bigger. Phodra groaned and held her blimping belly, sloshing as she shifted her weight around. Once her belly had arogantly pushed out farther than her chest, her butt filled up again. From there it filled up her thighs and calves. "I think I got it!" said Nalas. He focused with all his might on her belly button, to perform the spell he had earlier. As he focused it started to work slowly. Phodra's belly button started to drip then pour a little each moment. Phodra soon found the weight of all the water flowing inside her to be too much. She feel back onto her cushioned butt and water aggressively sloshed inside her. Nalas continued his spell by hand, being much harder without a functioning wand. Phodra started to feel tight all over and knew Nalas had to hurry. Nalas feel to his knees exhausted, but he had opened Phodra's navel so that it was pouring out as much as was going in. Phodra retained the size as she guzzled down gallon after gallon. "I'll get you help just wait here," said Nalas, not paying much attention to what he said. Nalas staggered off and Phodra was left alone to pour endless water over the forest floor. Loudly guzzling along she tried to preoccupy her mind and to calm down for now she was safe. She suddenly heard a loud thumping as something grew near. "Foolish human play with magic and get fat!" said the giant. He rubbed the back of his head as he approached Phodra's helpless, swollen form. He kneeled beside her and looked her over, laughing at her bulk. "You won't be wife, you won't caught giant. Giant make sure of it," laughed the giant as he used his mighty finger to completely plug up Phodra's belly button. The water builded back up inside her pushing her body to the limits once again. Each of her cheeks puffed up like cantaloupes, her chest swelled out to eight gallon a piece tits, her stomach widened out enough for two horses to comfortably stand on. Each of her toes and fingers swelled like sausages and the water she gulped down was becoming too much. Her skin screamed in creaking like a grand balloon growing way too full. Bigger and bigger as the giant laughed. Every detail of her body bloated to extreme proportions till she exploded. A giant wave of water pushed the giant back and up against a tree. He chuckled once more then meandered away from the site of expansion.
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Text: One magnificently warm sunny day, with the sky a beautiful hue of blue and devoid of clouds, a group of balloonists gathered in the local park. Interested in watching the colorful big hot air and helium balloons rise into the clear afternoon sky, two female friends and I walked to the park. We took some blankets to lay out on while we watched the event. It was such a wonderful warm day that we wore our swim suits and shorts figuring all three of us could catch some sun.
At the park, we sat out and watched the balloonists lay out their equipment and the deflated canopies of the multi-colored hot air balloons. "Hey! I think I know that guy," announced my friend Arlene, pointing at a young man adjusting things in one of the wood-thatch baskets nearby. All three of us got up and went over to say hello.
From his eyes darting from each of us girls, I could tell he was getting a big thrill. Arlene and my other friend, Wendi, were in their bikini tops and jean shorts. I was just in my one-piece lacy pink bathing suit. My two girl friends had the figures to nicely contain themselves in two-piece suits. I had a few extra pounds including a rather abnormally large bust (compared to my friends and about every other girl I knew) which warranted a supportive one-piece.
"What's that for?" I said pointing at an attached contraption stationed above the center of the gondola. "That's the thing that keeps the balloon afloat," the guy replied. "It controls the amount of helium filling the balloon. Most of the balloons work on hot air, but this one's helium." I smiled, taking his word for it because I surely was no balloon expert. "How nice."
The guy offered to buy us all an ice cream, and Arlene and Wendi followed the guy to an ice cream stand across the field. I stayed behind, obviously more interested in the balloon.
I climbed into the gondola, testing its sturdiness. Standing in the center of the thing was like standing in a large woven basket. Rummaging about the basket, my arm accidentally snagged a hose that was hanging in my way and yanked it out from wherever it had been attached. One end hung limply before my face while its other end was connected to the contraption above my head. Thinking to have a little fun, I put the limp end of the hose in my mouth and placed my right hand on a lever, pretending I was pulling the lever to release the air and inflate myself like a big hot air balloon.
I was caught by surprise when the lever in my hand pulled down easily and a loud blast of air met my ears as the hose in my mouth grew taut. My eyes grew wide and my cheeks puffed out as air rushed from the tanks of the contraption, through the hose and into my lungs. The sudden surprise force of the air rushing into me made me stumble back, still with the hose in my mouth, my hand leaving the lever in the wide open position.
Oh no, I thought in alarm, what's happening?!
I felt a shiver rush over me. It went from my throat to my toes then traveled all the way back up, settling in my chest. An increasing pressure built within me. I felt my nipples pop up and, with hose in my mouth and air still rushing in, glanced down at my chest. Oh no! Oh no! my mind cried out. My...my breasts are blowing up like balloons!
Placing my hands on my stretching bathing suit top, I actually felt the air rushing into my bloating boobs. There was a gentle rumble, trembling within them. I gave my swelling breasts a little squeeze, feeling their tautness, like overfilled balloons. I ran my hands over my enlarging bust feeling their roundness and firmness. They grew larger, and larger, and larger.
Suddenly I felt a twinge of pain around my arms. My suit was too small to contain my growing breasts! I winced as the material around my arms stretched outwards but pinched against the back of my shoulders. The fairly elastic suit could contain a nice sized K-cup bosom, but was quickly reaching its limits.
Oh gawd, my suit is going to explode! My boobs are getting too big! I cried within my head, not able to speak with the hose in my mouth.
I tried to spit the hose out, but it was so big and long and rigid, and it was pressed against an upright portion of the gondola, lodged there. The force of the air coming through the tubing was overwhelmingly powerful, and me, being lodged against the basket rail...I couldn't muster the strength to fight it. I realized that was the least of my problems as, with a loud RIP!, the top of my bathing suit tore in half, shred like a blown tire, and dropped to hang loosely at my sides. My inflating breasts, freed at last, shot outward and expanded in all directions, gaining a sudden colossal amount of girth.
I grasped the edge of the gondola, forced up against it with increasing power, and held on as my boobs ballooned up larger and larger and larger. With eyes still wide in amazement, I watched my huge naked breasts expand against the supports that held the contraption above my head. The lightweight metal was chilly and I felt my nipples tingle--which, at this time, hadn't enlarged with the rest of my bulging bust. Oooh! I spoke too soon! I thought in shock, as the surging air within my boobs suddenly added itself to my nipples. It was like the rising of my nipples invited the air to hit them. My poor little nipples suddenly elongated and fattened into two large pink nubs the size of 12 ounce soup cans.
"Mmmphf! Mmphf!" I struggled with the hose stuck in my mouth. I couldn't reach the lever to shut the air off, and my giant breasts were beginning to strain against the confines of the gondola cage. They continued to swell bigger and bigger and bigger, elongating, rounding out, expanding, fattening.
I heard voices calling my name but they seemed far away. I could barely see over my enormous breasts. I glanced over my shoulder and was surprised by my new predicament. Arlene and Wendi were waving at me and shouting my name...fifty feet below.
I was floating like a helium-filled balloon!
Now, being afraid of falling to my death, I concentrated on relaxing. I focused on my ballooning boobs, now the size of small weather balloons, and realized they were my only hope--as long as they stayed pumped full of helium, I wouldn't fall. Keep growing, I repeated in my head over and over. Don't let me down, just keep growing.
Still grasping the gondola, I sucked the air, watching as my gigantic bosoms ballooned up. Luckily, there had been a rope dangling from the basket and Arlene's male friend had grabbed it. This kept me from floating off into the wild blue yonder. Unfortunately, I stayed aloft for several hours until the helium tanks ran dry. I did, however, get to watch the pretty hot air balloons blow up and lift off into the sunny sky. The big balloons floated by with their staring passengers; their passengers staring at the two immense pink balloons above a little wood-thatched gondola with a topless girl literally attached to the giant balloons.
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Amanda’s New Career Photomorph “You’re embarrassing me”
by Discord User Taijon#4423 Used with permission for this story The pen was running out of ink as she scribbled her name across the last page of the stack of papers. Sliding the entire pile across the desk, she chirped, “There, all done!”
The tall man across the table gathered the stack up into a nice neat pile as he leafed through them, ensuring each signature was proper in its place. Finishing, he clacked them against the desktop to smooth out the stack into a very trim pack. A quick binder clip secured them all together and they disappeared into his attaché case. Smiling warmly, he reached his hand across the table. “Welcome to our company, Amanda. I’m sure you’re going to love it here.”
She tried not to swoon as she reached out for his hand, her eyes leaving that gorgeous smile that just radiated good vibes that made her shiver. It was clear why this guy was their top recruiter. “So, um, what do I do now?” She asked a bit nervously, withdrawing her hand reluctantly.
“First? You go home and get a good night’s sleep. We’ll send the company van pool around to pick you up. Be ready tomorrow morning about seven. Dress comfortably.” He gestured towards the door, leading her out.
“Yeah, sure, that’d be great!” She stopped herself before she started to babble, taking the hint that he had other people to see and things to do besides deal with her awkward flirting.
Stepping out into the hall, she headed down the stairs all but skipping as she left the building. She didn’t even care that it was rush hour, and that it would take her an extra hour to get home. She had a job, and dear God was the recruiter cute.
She ticked off the perks in her mind. Good benefits, and the pay was nearly double the amount she’d been making doing crappy temp work as a receptionist. She wasn’t sure how the day was going to get better, but so far, it’d been the best day she’d had in a long time.
The traffic tried to spoil her day, anyway. It was very late by the time she got home. Her roommate, Christa, was already making dinner in the kitchen when she walked in the door.
“Hey, girlfriend, how did it go?” She asked, as she diced an onion behind a leftover mask and face shield from the pandemic.
“Nailed it!” Amanda bounced as she announced her news. “I got the job! A new job! No more craptastic temp work!”
“Wow, very cool!” Christa offered a quick air high five from across the room. They’d both been struggling to find decent work that was stable enough to pay the bills after graduation. Most months they barely squeaked by on minimum payments.
“So, um, how long ‘til dinner? I going to go get changed.” Amanda absently scratched at her thigh.
“Um, maybe seven to ten minutes.” Christa slid a tray of garlic bread in the oven to warm it up and dumped the onions into the warming pot sauce to cook. This always annoyed Amanda who preferred her onions fully cooked.
“Cool, be back in a few.” She dashed off to her room to change her clothes. The dress clothes had been feeling a bit tight and she wondered if it was bloating or if she’d gained a bit of weight. Probably her period, though it seemed a bit early. Maybe one less slice of garlic bread tonight wouldn’t be a bad idea on either count though. Throwing the clothes on her bed she scratched at her belly. She grumbled as she pawed through her closet to find something more comfortable for the upcoming unpleasantness. Settling on a strappy tank top and a pair of wide legged pajama bottoms. She slid these on and hurried back to the kitchen to help with setting the table. Absently itching at the back of her thigh.
“Dinner’s ready!” Christa called from the kitchen, even as Amanda finished setting the two place settings on the small table. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some pasta with a side of zucchini and some hot garlic bread, but it tasted good and more importantly it was cheap. They opted to pop a bottle of wine that they’d been saving since Amanda had landed the job and their prospects of making rent were suddenly a lot better.
After dinner Amanda washed up, while Christa flopped on the couch, nursing the remainder of the wine. The dishes didn’t take too long and she absently rubbed her belly a time or two between dishes, leaving a wet spot on the front of her pants. She dried herself as best she could on the towel and went to join her roommate.
Christa looked up as Amanda entered the living room. “Hey, girl, you feeling alright?”
Amanda grimaced. “Just a bit bloated.”
“Um, you look more than bloated.” Christa gestured at her.
“What? Are you calling me fat?” Amanda didn’t like it when Christa teased her about weight. She spent hours working out to keep her figure trim.
Christa shook her head. “Nah, girl, go check your pants.” She downed the last of the win and pointed.
Amanda looked down, sure enough the front of her pants was starting to press outwards. Clearly there was was more than bloating. “What the hell?” She slipped a hand under the band of her pants and reached down. Her fingers met with a warm bulge that felt very much like her skin.
“Um, Amanda, what’s going on with you?” Christa held a shaky finger up, pointing at her roommate’s head. “Your ears are like, um, growing.”
“What about my ears?” Ignoring the bulge in her pants for a moment she reached up and felt what had been her perfectly cute normal ear, complete with earrings. Touching where her ears should be she felt something alien to her. A soft fuzziness that stretched outward from the sides of her head. She almost lost it then. Her fingers felt the soft shapes continue to grow outwards, twitching under her touch as they began to flop slightly when she shifted. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she began to hyper ventilate. “Christa, what’s happening to me?”
Christa just giggled. “Um, you’ve got big ass ears. You know, they’re actually kind of cute.” Christa had a better view of her roommate though and she could see more happening from her spot on the couch. The most noticeable of these were Amanda’s toenails. Normally she kept them manicured beautifully, but now the paint was cracking of her nails as they stretched out. The normally soft natural nails hardening and darkening as they grew.
Amanda had stuck her hand back down her pants again, feeling the bulge that was there. It was growing larger now, pushing out against the elastic waistband’s ability to contain it. She forced her pants downward, fighting to pull the waist of her pants over the growing perturbance. With a grunt she managed to get the elastic to snap, letting the fleshy growth flop free. It was huge, about the size of a small watermelon and still growing. The flesh was pink, almost bubblegum like against her tan complexion.
At this point she barely registered that Christa was still watching. She didn’t care. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she hyper ventilated, just repeating “Oh God,” as she watched the growth continue to distend from her previously trim waistline.
Christa could see more, even as the pink mound bounced free of the pants, she could see the tone of Amada’s skin was changing. Where she’d been a rich tan, she now sported mottled blotches across her body. Hairs were starting to spout too, some black, some white, across her roommate’s hips and legs. In her drunken state she just watched, her mouth agape as the changes continued to consume her roommate’s features. “Ugh” Amanda moaned. “It’s so heavy” She struggled towards the couch, her elongating nails clicking on the floor, by the time she reached the couch and flopped face forward on to it, letting the growing mass sag to the floor, spreading her already growing hips wide around its bulk. She could feel it now, against her thighs, warm and supple and it felt very full. She dreaded what that would mean.
Christa slid off the couch, and behind her friend. She gaped at the strangeness that her roommate was becoming. A sharp snapping noise came, and the panties Amanda had been wearing snapped, revealing her nudity to her inebriated roommate.
The fur continued to spread, crossing her rump, and starting to creep up her back and shoulders. Above her ass, a thick corded tail began to grow rapidly until the appendage started to thrash back and forth. The real surprise was in the lewdness of her roommate’s cunt. Gone were the small delicate folds that she’d glimpsed while they showered at the gym. Instead, the mound pulsed outwards, their lips bulging into thick, heavy folds that dripped with feminine lewdness. They spread wide, welcoming, and their color mirrored that of the bulging sack that now rested on the floor below it.
Amanda had sunk herself into the couch, shaking as she felt her body shift and contort. Only her arms, hands, and face seemed unaffected by the changes that ravaged her. A small grace, perhaps, but she at least had something to be thankful for. She trembled with each additional spasm that rocked her body. She could feel the bulky udder that sat between her legs. The sudden pressing bulge and then a strange popping sensation as the skin thrust outward into a long tubular teat made her shiver with both fear and desire. A second, and a third. By the fourth she moaned loudly, but it only came out a low groaning noise that someone might mistake for a moo. She could feel her tail thrashing, as in anticipation of the final climax. Her lips were moist, she could feel the cool air on the broad expanse that lay exposed.
Groaning she heard her drunken roommate sputter “Oh, good God, girl, you have got to see this!” “What?” Amanda asked, confused as to what her almost forgotten roommate could be referring to.
“You have got, like, the biggest fucking cunt in the world.” Christa couldn’t help but snicker and giggle in her drunken state. A little mean perhaps, but the lewdness of her roommate’s growing flaps of flesh just tickled her.
“What?!” Amanda shrieked, her head lifting off the couch where it lay, her body splayed out behind her in a manner most lewd.
Christa was laughing now. “Hold up, I’ll show you!” She reached over and grabbed for something.
Amanda gave her a perplexed look. “Wait, what are you doing?” She asked nervously.
“Getting the selfie stick. Duh.” Christie said cheerily.
“Wait a second, why are you doing that?! Don’t do that!” Amanda yelled after her roommate, but she was unable to even shift the bulk under her, let along move away from her roommate’s diabolical intent.
“Hold still, you goof.” Christa plopped on the floor behind Amanda’s hips and pulled the stick out to snap a picture from a rather intimate angle.
Amanda howled in protest! “Oh my, Christa I can’t believe you’re about to do this.” She put her hand over her face in embarrassment.
“Say moo, Amanda!” The camera setting clicked. Christa hauled down the stick and grabbed her phone to check the quality of the picture. “Not too bad, roomie. You’re going to need a horse, or is that a bull, to satisfy that monster though.”
“I can’t believe you just took a picture of my naked ass,” complained Amanda. “Aww but it’s a cute furry cow ass. Here look.” Christa showed the phone to Amanda, revealing the full extent of her ongoing changes.
“That’s me?” Amanda gawked.
“Yeah, aren’t you just the cutest? I mean, the whole cow thing not withstanding of course.” Christa gave her a smack of the rump which made Amanda squawk.
A deep blush spread across Amanda’s cheeks. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me. I mean, can’t you be serious about this for one minute?”
“Sure, but I want to get a few more pictures of your cute cow booty. For, um, posterity.” She dissolved into giggles over that even as the camera clicked again.
Amanda’s jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious. You are serious. Oh my God, Christa, delete those!”
Christa gave her a wicked smile and the camera clicked again.
“Why is this even happening to me?” Amanda whined, shifting her bulk slightly.
She got a shrug from Christa. “How should I know, you’re the one slowly turning into a cow. I mean, did you eat or do something strange today?”
“The only thing I did today was to sign my employment contract. You and I had the same breakfast and dinner, remember?” She gave a low moan as she felt the pressure starting to build up in her new udder.
Christa pondered a moment. “Hey, you never did tell me what you’re doing for your new job. So, what’s the gig anyway?” “Oh, I am supposed to be…” Amanda paused, a light of comprehension seeming to flicker in her head, “working for Miss Daisy Belle’s Dairy Farm.”
“You got a job with a dairy?” Christa snickered. “Well, I guess we know what your job is going to be there. You’re the cow.” She dissolved into more giggles.
“Yeah, so it seems. And here I thought I was going to be like the receptionist or something. You know, sit behind a desk, take calls. I was not expecting to find myself here on the floor…” she shifted and squeezed the new udder. “Leaking milk on the carpet.”
The changes had begun to slow, her body adjusting to the new mass that had swollen between her legs, both front and back. Amanda pushed herself upwards, trying to stand. The udder swayed under her, heavily, forcing her to balance precariously on her new cloven hooves.
Christa finally stopped giggling and wiped the tears off her face. Realizing that her roommate needed help she got up and offered her an unsteady arm to balance against. Slowly the two of them moved towards the bathroom.
The mirror reflected a harsh reality for Amanda. It was very clear that her body from her midriff down was that of a Holstein cow. The fur even reached up to the nape of her neck on the back. Her breasts had even swollen some from the surge in hormones that now ran amuck through her body.
She stood there a moment, turning slowly from side to side, examining her new profile and the swollen milk sack that dangled between her legs. She was still cute, but the udder made it hard to say that about her lower half, it’s pronounced bulge would make a lot of difficulties for her. The first of which was the small droplets that were already spilling on the floor. She couldn’t believe this though. Her contract hadn’t said anything about her becoming a cow. But here she was, staring at her own bovine reflection, ready for the daily in a way she’d never, ever, expected to be.
Christa gave her a hand as Amanda turned about fully, bending forward to get a glimpse of the damage done to her fabulous ass. Shape wise it wasn’t too bad, though it spread wider to make accommodation for the new udder, and she could hardly look away from the giant lips that protruded between her thighs. They were larger than even she’d though given Christa’s earlier picture. They were slick too, she could feel them sliding against her now fuzzy thighs.
“So, what now?” Christa asked, starting to sober up finally.
“Um, I don’t know. I mean I can’t exactly call the hospital and go, hey I’m turning into a cow. Can I now?” Amanda shook her head.
“Probably not.” Christa looked thoughtful.
Amanda felt something rumble. “I think… I think I need to be milked.”
“Huh?” Christa looked at her, her mouth a bit slack jawed at the realization.
Amanda pointed down at the bulge that stood between them. “My udder, its sore, and I’m dripping all over the floor. I’m pretty certain I need to be milked.” Amanda looked down at the growing pool of droplets on the floor. “Yep.”
Christa gave her a confused look. “Um, so, uh, how are you supposed to do that? Don’t they have like machines to do that at the dairy?”
“Probably, I don’t know much about cows, remember? I’m a city girl. Regardless, I don’t have one here though, and I can’t exactly sneak on to a dairy farm tonight. I need it done.” Amanda put her hands on her hips, feeling the fur for the first time. It wasn’t soft, but it was smooth and dense, and it pricked slightly if she shifted her hands the wrong way against it.
“Uh…” Christa seemed to know where this was going and was searching for an escape.
“I need you to milk me.” Amanda said flatly.
“Um, what?” Christa started to pull back.
“Look, I can’t reach my, um, I guess they’re teats, I think.” Amanda said, gesturing at the flopping tubes that were near the base of her udder. “So, I need someone to do it for me. And since there’s nobody else here, that need to be you.”
“Shit. Me?” Christa swallowed hard.
“Yes, you. Hey, if I didn’t need to be milked this badly, I wouldn’t ask, but if you’re going to take naughty pictures of me, the least you can do is help a girl out.” Amanda could feel the pressure swelling against her insides. It was a new sensation. “By the way, that picture is to never be seen by anyone else.” Amanda gave Christa a stern look.
Christa caved and disappeared to fetch the small stool they kept in the kitchen for high shelves, and a bucket they usually used for mopping the floor.
Amanda waddled herself out to the couch again, trying to ignore the growing pressure and the line of small white drops that followed her hoof steps. She took a moment to get seated, making sure to shift her udder between her legs so that it hung over the couch’s edge, but this time with her sitting upright. She might as well be comfortable while this was going on.
Setting the stool down in front of her roommate, Christa gently put the small bucket under the udder near the teats. Given how large the udder was, and how low the couch really was, the udder half settled into the bucket’s making it a bit awkward. Christa had to shift it a few times before she could reach the bottom teats. Gingerly she reached out and wrapped her hand around the thick warm extension of her roommate’s newest appendage.
“Please hurry, this is starting to get really uncomfortable.” Amanda pleaded.
Christa licked her lips, nervous as she gently pressed her fingers tighter and pulled down. She almost jumped as the first spurts of milk shot out and splashed into the bottom of the bucket.
Amanda moaned a little. “Oh, that felt good. Do it again.”
“You better not be creaming over me touching your cow titty.” Christa snapped.
“No promises.” Amanda retorted.
That elicited a perfunctory “Eww.” From the milking Christa.
“Hey you were the one interested in my cunt earlier.” Amanda chided her.
“Okay, okay, fair enough, yeah I think your new pussy is pretty.” She pulled down again, releasing another stream of milk.
“That flapping monstrosity?” Amanda asked, an eyebrow raised.
It was Christa’s turn to blush. “It’s not a monstrosity. It’s really kind of, um, hot.”
“You’re kidding me.” Amanda’s eyes rolled.
“No. I kind of, um, do some pumping myself. I think it’s a great feeling, and I’m a little jealous that you’ve got a natural puffy to play with. It always feels so good when I’m pumped up like that.” She had never admitted her kink to her roommate. Amanda stared at Christa who continued to steadily release streams of milk into the bucket. “So, you’re telling me, you think I’m hot?”
“Uh, kind of, I guess.” Christa admitted a bit sheepishly.
Amanda sat quietly for a bit, thinking. The only sound was the sound of milk hitting the side of the bucket and the occasional spray into the growing pool at the bottom. “Um, Christa.” Amanda started, “I don’t suppose, you, would, um, be willing to teach me a little about what it’s like to have a big pussy, would you?”
Christa’s eyes lit up. “I can do that.”
Amanda shifted; she could feel herself getting wetter. The couch was going to need to cleaning. But she was horny, and while she had only dabbled in a few threesomes, she really wanted release with someone. Learning Christa thought she was pretty was making her feel special, and right now she needed that.
It took a while but Christa finally finished milking enough of Amanda’s udder that she no longer felt full. The teats were a bit sore though and Christa slathered a bit of Vaseline on them before helping Amanda stand up again.
Slowly. she led her roommate back to her bedroom. Though they’d been roommates for a long time, there’d been nothing between them. Both preferred guys, though each had experimented a little during college. But tonight, the chance of sharing a passion with her roommate made Christa feel excited and friskier than she was willing to admit. Something about that huge cunt just made her want to cream herself.
She slowly settled Amanda on her bed, lying her on her side where she could prop up a leg and expose that giant cunt to Christa’s waiting fingers. Christa ran her fingers over the thick outer ridges, admiring the sheer heft of the mound it created. The insides were already gleaming, slick with juices aroused from the milking.
Slowly she reached in, and slid her fingers along the inner lips up to Amanda’s clit, rubbing it and letting Amanda moan slowly as she built up effort, first with circles, then with more direct flicks.
“I, uh” Amanda panted for a second “want to see you big too.”
Christa pulled out a device from her drawer, along with a bottle of lube. Amanda scooted over so that Christa could lie beside her on the bed in a sixty-nine position. Slowly Christa lubed up her shaven pussy with a few dollops and gently placed the cup over her mound. She slowly depressed the hand pump, a few times to create adequate suction. Moaning slightly as she felt her lips respond.
She released it and reset it again, pumping it up another time. Amanda watched fascinated as her friend’s lips started to fill the cup, slowly pulling themselves up the clear sides, leaving a slightly gaping thick mound that flushed heavily to a dark purplish red color.
With a sudden pop Christa released the suction and her mound shrank back a bit. Still, it remained very pronounced and puffed outward. Amanda reached slowly towards her roommate, knowing that nothing would ever be the same after tonight. She slid her hand across the sticky slick surface, watching the lips jiggle with each touch. She even smacked it lightly watching the lips bounce, and making Christa moan.
Within minutes all pretense abandoned the pair, and both women set about fingering and exploring each other. Christa moaned deeply as she felt Amanda’s fingers slide up and down against her swollen mons. Amanda’s moans turned into near moos as she felt Christa’s fingers slide deep into her. She dared not guess how many were in there, but it felt wonderful.
An unknown number of orgasms with each other later, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
A loud buzzing noise woke them both.
“Shit!” Amanda screamed.
“What?” Christa mumbled sleepily.
“It’s six-thirty!” Amanda was frantic.
“So?” came the yawning reply.
“I start work today! And I have to leave at seven.” Amanda started to get up, but fell back against Christa’s still sleeping form as she realized yesterday night was not a dream. Yes, she really did have a huge udder hanging from her midriff. “Get up, I need help getting ready with this thing.”
“You’re seriously going to go like that?” Christa mumbled, rolling herself up into a seated position, blinking slowly in the early morning light.
“Well, duh, we need the money, and um, I am guessing this is part of my new job, so I think they’ll be expecting it.” Amanda finally levered herself up and held herself against the wall as she walked her new hooves around the room. “Get up, I need help. I can’t go to work smelling like sex and stale milk, and I need help finding something to wear!”
“I’m up, I’m up.” Shaking her self-awake Chrsita made good and got Amanda to the bathroom.
She gave an appraising look to Amanda’s condition. “I don’t think you want to get that fur wetter than you need to. You’re mostly clean, and well, you kind of smell like hay now. Not sure why, but it’s not a bad smell. Let me get the sticky spots with a cloth, okay?” Christa slid a washcloth under the tap and wetted it down, using it and a daub of soap to clean off the dried milk and personal juices that coated the insides of Amanda’s legs and parts of her udder. Christa got a face full of tail when she started rubbing the thick distended pussy lips. “Hey watch your tail!”
“Sorry, but it kind of does its own thing.” Amanda was trying hard not to get horny over her roommate, turned late night lover, rubbing her most intimate areas again. She bit her lip and held on to the hand towel rack hoping she wouldn’t cream herself in the time it took to get her clean from the prior night.
They managed to succeed, though Amanda was breathing a bit heavily as they left the room. Her shirts still fit, and she found a decent blouse. The udder was more of a problem. She couldn’t wear anything but a pair of low-rise panties, which bulged obscenely with her swollen lips. To cover the udder, she found a thick black wrap that she had gotten from her mother. It had always been a bit too large, but now, that extra fabric was just what she needed.
Christa rushed to grab something for breakfast, opting for toaster pastries. There wasn’t anything else quick enough. She found her old lunch box and threw a few miscellaneous items in it, hoping she’d have access to a microwave for the soup. As it was, they just barely got the bovine woman to the door, dressed and clean, just as the large white van pulled up and honked.
Amanda took a deep breath and stepped out the front door to see the white van with the dairy logo in big cursive letters across the side. A man was sitting behind the wheel, drumming his fingers on the dash. She walked out as quickly as she dared, her udder making her waddle a bit. She could see other figures in the back, but no one in shotgun, so she took a gamble and opened the front door, hoisting herself in to the seat.
Her udder made everything awkward. It made getting the seatbelt on difficult, and it pushed up noticeably from her lap. The man behind the wheel paid no attention. He just threw the van into reverse and started backing out of the driveway and onto the street. Amanda looked behind her. Six other women sat in the seats behind her. Each of them sporting cow’s ears, and prominent bulges in their laps.
“First day, honey?” A sandy blonde woman asked.
“Um, yeah.” She stammered.
“Don’t worry, darling, you’ll love it.” Said a thick accented woman with clearly dyed blonde hair.
“Probably just got your udder last night, didn’t you?” The first woman said.
Amanda blushed a little. “Yeah, I did. It was kind of a surprise.”
“It is to everyone, well, unless you’ve got family in the business, like Marcy over there.” She hitched a thumb in the direction of the only red-head in the car. Marcy kind of waved sheepishly and went back to staring out the window. “So, I’m May.”
“Amanda.”
“Hi Amanda, welcome to Miss Daisy Belle’s Dairy.”
“I’m Claudia,” one of the brunettes said.
“Viv,” said the southern dye-job.
The other two brunettes introduced themselves as Jackie and Teri. After a few quick pleasantries the conversation drifted back to mundane things, mostly who watched what show the previous night. Amanda sat and listened, mostly feeling awkward and shy. It was nice to see that she wasn’t the only woman with an udder though, and so she wouldn’t be out of place among the team. Bill, the driver (a name she learned from May), drove them out to a large farm on the outskirts of town. There they got out and stretched. Most of them heading for a large nearby barn.
“Um, May, where do I go?” Amanda asked.
“Oh, that’s right, first day. You need to check in at the front. White house over there. If you’re a milker they’ll send you back to me. If not? Well, you’ll find other places to be. See you later!” With a cheery wave she strode off on her hooves towards the barn.
Amanda was still unsteady on her hooves, but she was getting better, and having a chance to walk a little way was doing wonders for her balance. She felt her tail swishing behind her as she moved along the dusty little road to the farmhouse.
A small bell rang as she stepped into the house. The front room was clearly a reception area, but no one seat at the desk. It took a few minutes but a middle-aged woman came out from what looked like the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. Her udder was clearly visible, hanging out in all its glory.
“Hi, I’m…” Amanda started.
“Amanda, right?” the woman finished for her.
Amanda nodded, “Yeah.”
The woman stuck out her hand, “I’m so glad to meet you! I’m Daisy, and this here is my dairy. We’re really happy to welcome you aboard.”
“Thanks” Amanda was a little at a loss for words. She looked down at her new employer’s udder.
The woman just laughed and shook the bulging pink sack slightly. “Oh, right, the magic. Yeah, everyone who works here gets a special make over as soon as you sign that contract. Now don’t you worry none, you’re not here to be a cow, we hired you because you came with great references for your work as a secretary, and as you can see, I’m short one. Your job is to be my personal assistant. You’ll find everything all set up for you. There’s a milking machine under the desk to relieve that pressure you’re probably feeling right now. I’ll send my niece May around to fit you for it in a few minutes and give you the rundown of the farm. Other than that, you’re pretty much to assist with basic bookkeeping, answering calls, and placing or taking orders from vendors.”
Amanda nodded. “I can handle that.” She was pleased on a certain level to find that her skills weren’t going to waste here.
“Good girl. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on the girls.” Daisy said as she headed for the front door.
Amanda waved as Daisy disappeared through the front door. Looking over the desk she found it elevated slightly, leaving a lot of room underneath. In a small niche towards the back of the desk was a small machine. Four suction pumps hung off the top of it. It didn’t take much imagination for Amanda to figure out what that was for. Given the swelling feeling in her udder she knew she was going to need it soon.
Settling in she started to look at the computer files. QuickBooks accounting, some vendor tracking lists, and a couple other useful things. She almost didn’t notice May slip in the back door until she felt the woman tap her on the shoulder.
“Hey there! Daisy said I need to show you how to set up the milking machine for your personal use.” She spent the next fifteen minutes explaining the machine, how to operate it, clean it, and turn it on and off properly. Then she gave Amanda a handsn tutorial, slowly letting the machine suck her thick teats into the small tubes. The feeling of the small tubes encasing and providing gentle sucking made Amanda squirm slightly. Daisy just patted her knee and smiled, reassuring her that everyone who worked here got that same feeling. Sorting through the desk’s few drawers she found a folder with her name on it. Inside were copies of her documents, with a small hand written note, ‘Employee’s copies, give to Amanda’. She pulled these out and flipped open the contract, reading it more thoroughly this time. Finally, near the bottom of the document she found what she was looking for. A single paragraph. It read:
The employer shall have all rights to transform the employee, as needed, to fill any necessary vacancies in staffing or accommodate any skills need to perform the work duties designated or assigned. Terminated employees may not be eligible for return to their pre- employment forms.
Amanda put aside the contract and sighed at the gentle pulling of the milker. The sensation of the milk flowing, relieving her of the burdensome weight, left her feeling relaxed and comfortable. This was going to be a very, very interesting job.
She made sure that when Daisy came back to get a copy of the application for her roommate, Christa. After they’re little tryst, she was eager to return some of the experience.
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*Here's a quickie, I literally wrote just now. Light mentions/elements of incest, in this one. It's a silly premise, doesn't get too hardcore, but I just spit it out. I have several series, with lots of material finished or very nearly so, but it all needs heavy editing. I'll get to it one of these days, I swear.*
Removing the dogma of a brainwashed individual is not easy, much less trying to do it with four of them. Even when someone leaves a cult and is exposed to the "real world," enlightened on what is and isn't normal, it doesn't just make them drop all the beliefs they were raised on. It's a long, arduous process.
The McDaniel clan was made up 42 people - of no less than nine families - with ten individuals being directly related to the notorious cult leader, Robert McDaniel. Robert had three wives, four daughters and three sons. He was the only man allowed to have multiple wives in the "religion" he shared with his followers. After he could no longer bear children, no other families were allowed to have births, either. I suppose that was the one saving grace of this whole thing.
The youngest of Robert's four daughters was 21-yearld Dorothy McDaniel, and I had been assigned to her and her sisters, to help integrate them into society. My partner, Becky Williamson, was at the end of her rope, and we'd only been dealing with the girls for a week, ever since Robert McDaniel was arrested for tax fraud and human violations.
We were staying at the Waldorf in New York. Pretty snazzy place, but I insisted it was too urban, too soon, for this group in which we were charged. "Becky, we need to contact Keith Abrams and tell him we need to be reassigned to a new location. I'm thinking small town, maybe five or ten thousand. We could put them into local community programs. Integrate them slowly to society."
"We need to do something, Scott, because I can't continue making excuses for these girls. We're supposed to meet down for breakfast at 7 a.m. and you know how they'll be. I'll have the girls go back to their rooms after that, while you try to reach Keith. We're not going out today, until we get an answer."
A few minutes later, we arrived to the dining area, not at all surprised by what we saw. All four girls were barely dressed. Dorothy was in a bath towel, Angela and Debbie were in their robes, though Debbie's was half open, exposing most of her breasts. Cassandra was wearing a sheer nightie. When the girls brought their wardrobes from home, we were shocked to discover they consisted of slinky dresses, skimpy tops, stringy thongs and the shortest of skirts. Lots of high heels. We'd purchased new clothes for them, but the girls didn't like any of it.
In the McDaniel cult-religion, all woman are dutifully bound to appear hot and physically appealing to men, at all times. It's also considered in good taste for the women to flash their tits when greeting a man, and I had seen it all, several times over with these girls. They had been told time and again it was inappropriate, yet now I found myself correcting them less and less. One, I was tired of trying, and two, I couldn't help but enjoy the view. Becky was right, though. It was a nightmare trying to control these girls in public spaces.
Men on the streets loved gawking at these ladies, and the ladies reciprocated the attention by exposing even more flesh. "This place isn't so different from home," Cassandra said yesterday, while responding to some whoops and hollers on the street. Becky tried to explain to her that wasn't at all true, when some stranger yelled out, "Show me that ass!" Cassie quickly obliged. Becky rolled her eyes, burying her head in her hands. "This is so ridiculous," she said.
Becky and I grabbed a waffle and coffee and joined the four girls at their table. Debbie, closest to me, dropped her robe to her waist, showing me her huge tits, and said, "Hiya, babe. I know you hate it when I do this, but it just doesn't seem RIGHT if I don't. It's just so disrespectful not to give you an eyeful."
Becky snapped. "Enough, Debbie. We told you that isn't okay in public!"
Debbie began to cover herself, and said, "Relax. No one got hurt. I don't see why it bothers you so much."
"It doesn't bother me," huffed Becky. "And I'm not trying to shame your culture or upbringing. It's not your fau... It's just, some of the things you do, could be construed very wrongly."
"What do you mean?" asked Dorothy, leaning in.
Becky was tired of explaining, and motioned for everyone to sit back and finish their breakfast. "Please get a hold of Keith," she whispered to me. "I'll keep them occupied in their room after this. We can have everyone packed today."
"Why don't you plan for that," I said. "I'll force the move. We can take them to Arkansas."
"Arkansas?"
"I grew up there. Know the area well. I'll shoot for Middlesburgh. It's a small town, but not desolate. I went to high school about an hour from there. Trust me. I can talk Keith into this. We'll leave this morning and be there by tomorrow."
We split up shortly thereafter. Already, the girls were suspicious something was going down, but they let Becky take them back to their room without me. The conversation with Keith went easier than expected, when I explained how we could save the taxpayers' money by moving them.
"Renting a house in a small town will only be a fraction of the cost," I insisted. "And I demand it. These girls need to be in a nice, quiet place first."
"Fine. Put everything on the company card, and I'll divert funds. Just send me a full report on why you did it, so I can explain to my superiors. I'm trusting you on this."
"You have my word. They need it."
I went back to the girls' room, surprised to see something of a coup had occurred. Becky was standing in the center of the room, waiting on me, the four McDaniels surrounding her.
"Uh, is everything okay?" I asked, stepping in.
"It alright, Scott. I told the girls what the plan was. That we were to move them. They insisted they did not want to leave."
"They don't have a choice," I said.
The sisters were still barely dressed and Dorothy's robe was inches from falling off her shoulders. What was most strange is Becky had her skirt hiked up and her blouse had two buttons undone. A hint of cleavage was on display. I'd never seen her so disheveled. She spoke, "They claim they will make a ruckus if we force them to move."
I looked scornfully on the four women. "Ladies," I boomed. "Why exactly are you being hard about this?"
Angela stepped forward. "Listen. We also explained to Becky that we will go with you, wherever you choose to take us, without a fight... but only on one condition."
"What? What condition?"
"Becky has to stop trying to change our behaviors. Instead, she must experience what it is like to be a McDaniels lady. It is an exhilarating feeling, and we believe SHE is the one who doesn't know how to behave like a lady. This is only fair. One simple favor, and we'll do whatever you want."
This explained the change in Becky's attire. The girls must have been telling her how to dress. She stared at me, with a worried look in her eyes. "Scott," she whispered. "If we can just get out of this city, I'm willing to do this for a day. Will you just play along, so we can do that?" I quietly nodded, and Becky spoke up again, to the girls, "What is it I have to do, anyway?"
"First," said Debbie, "You should greet Scott like a lady. Do as we've shown you before."
Becky grit her teeth and stepped forward, then perked up, pushing her tits out. She unsnapped two more buttons, and pulled her bra over her blouse, followed by her breasts. I was shocked by how amazing they were. "It's nice to see you this morning, Scott," Becky smiled and winked, faking it, I could tell. When the girls did it, it felt more authentic, like they truly enjoyed exposing themselves. But at least Becky was trying. Hurriedly, she put her tits back in her bra and covered back up.
"Thank you, Becky," I said. She had an amazing rack. It was all I could think to say.
Before long, the girls were all wearing tube-tops as if they were standard uniforms for a long drive. This was probably some common "dress" they wore back home. Dorothy and Debbie rode in the middle seat of the van, while Becky stayed up front with me. Cassie and Angela took the back. I noticed Becky still had three or four buttons off now, and her bra pushed her mounds up, exposing a healthy dose of cleavage. I tried not to look too often, but it was a difficult challenge.
When we pulled over for gas, Dorothy went to the restroom and came back out with her tube-top barely covering her flesh. She had tucked the material, so as to make it more akin to a narrow strap of cloth. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, I mentioned something about it. "Is that really necessary, Dorothy?"
"Not so much for me," said Dorothy. "But if Becky doesn't start showing a bit more, we're not gonna like it. You promised for one day only, Becky."
Becky scoffed. "What does that even mean? How much more could you possibly want me to show?"
Dorothy peeked over. "Uh... a lot, considering you have so much to offer. Don't you know how much men appreciate it?"
"Yes, of course I do," said Becky. "But there is a time and place."
"A time and place to be appreciated? Come on, Miss Becky. Just ask. Scott, do you really dislike what I am wearing?" Dorothy leaned back, with me watching in the rear-view mirror, and shook her ta-tas under her skimpy top.
"Um... no, of course not, Dorothy. Becky is just saying that you shouldn-"
"Come on, Miss Becky," said Dorothy, ignoring me. "Pull those tits up, already! Or take the stupid bra off, at least. You're wearing an entire blouse."
"Dorothy, this blouse is half open already."
"Lame. lame, lame, lame."
Becky was shaking her head and then looked up, staring blankly into the window as we drove along. "Okay, fuck it." With no hesitation, she reached up and pulled both her tits over the top of her bra again, nipples and all. She then tweaked with the buttons on the blouse to cover just enough.
"Thatagirl!" shouted Dorothy.
Becky turned to me, "It's just til we get to Arkansas."
"Come on, Becky. Try to encourage some response," shouted Angela, from the back.
Becky sighed again, so embarrassed, but then shifted up, leaning in. "Do you like what you see, big boy?" she asked me, mimicking how the girls behave.
I was nodding fast, "Yeah.. uh.. yes, of course."
"See, Becky?" teased Dorothy. "You say this is wrong and we are brainwashed women, but this just proves our point."
I could tell Becky wanted to scream, but I waved her down, whispering, "Just relax. We'll work on them when we get down there and find a place."
"Fine," said Becky, leaning back. Her left nipple came into view. She noticed me watching it, but didn't attempt to cover. She shouted back to the girls, "I'll hike up the skirt two inches, every state we pass. Will that make you all happy?"
"Oh, that sounds so fun," Dorothy clapped.
Becky seemed to enjoy my gazes, the more they occurred as we drove along. She re-positioned herself several times, giving me different views, all with healthy amounts of flesh. When we made it to Ohio, she hiked her dress up to her bum, and both breasts came pouring out. She left them that way for almost twenty miles, before halfway covering them, acting as if she hadn't noticed they were out in the first place. I had been sporting wood for some time, and I knew she could tell. We kept silent about it, regardless.
"Kentucky, next," I said.
"Not much left of that skirt, Miss Becky," said Dorothy. "You got the guts?"
"At this point, I might as well go naked," said Becky.
Dorothy screamed loudly, yanking her top off. "Hell, yeah! I'm with you girl."
"Dorothy!" I yelled. "Behave. Becky was just being facetious."
"Fa-ce-what?" asked Dorothy. Becky was snickering in her chair.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, just can't believe I agreed to this. Glad you are okay with it."
"Uh, Becky. You're easy on the eyes. It's no problem." I whispered, wanting to laugh, but I was still unclear how uncomfortable she was.
"You mean it? You don't think it's silly?"
"Silly? How do you mean?"
"That I am going along with this?"
"Hey, what are you two talking about up there?" asked Debbie, butting in now.
"Just chatting," I said. "It's a long drive." That seemed to placate her. I put on some music for them to listen to. The girls appreciated music, as they weren't allowed to listen to much of it in their repressive religion. In fact, they were only allowed to listen to one band, Mötley Crüe, on the condition they strip like exotic dancers while doing so (of course).
Becky whispered to me, "How could anyone have fallen for this cult?"
I shrugged. "It's just a bit weird, is all. It's like a step crazier than naturists, or nudists, whatever you call them."
Dorothy somehow overheard and butted in. "We don't always go naked. That's just not sensible."
I looked in the rear-view and noticed she was naked now. "What's taking you so long?" she asked Becky.
Becky turned and saw Dorothy's state of dress. Then, Becky did something I didn't expect at all. She chuckled. "Fine, I'll take off the skirt, but I leave on the panties!"
"And your top?" asked Dorothy.
"Dorothy, I can't let people see me completely topless in the front seat of the van. You have tainted windows back there."
"Fine, we'll switch positions. I don't care if I'm naked in the front seat."
Becky looked nervously to me. I whispered to her, "You know they'll make you take the panties off back there."
"Fine," said Becky. "The top, too. But NOTHING else."
In a flash, my partner of three years was almost completely naked next to me. I always knew Becky was attractive, but I have always been capable of separating business from pleasure. I never thought of her as "sexy" (up until this morning), or thought of her in any sexual way whatsoever. That was quickly changing, whether I wished it to, or not.
Physically, Becky was just my type. Perhaps her business attire hid her appearance, because without it, wow. Not too big, nor too small, an hourglass figure, and very tight thighs. Her nipples were larger than most girls, and I found it very sensual. Perhaps too much, as I needed to pry my eyes away to stay on the road.
All of a sudden, Debbie popped her head between the two front seats. Well, not just her head. Her big, heavy tits came swinging into view, too. "Hey, Scott. Why haven't you asked for a blowjob yet?"
"What?" I yelled. Becky shot up, too.
"Well, Father always says" - she was referring to Robert McDaniel, the cult leader - "that driving for long hours is very stressful. He often requested them when stressed."
Becky looked somberly to Debbie. "I am so sorry you had to go through that, Debbie."
"Go through what?" she asked back to Becky, nonplussed.
"Forced to uh... to.."
Debbie looked utterly confused. "Forced to what?"
"You know. The blowjob for... Father..."
"We weren't forced. He asked, like any gentleman should."
"Uh, well, I mean..." Becky was flustered, "You know... one shouldn't be subjected to that."
"To what? Being asked for a blowjob? What's so terrible about that?"
"It's just... uh.. again, Debbie, it's inappropriate."
We were just passing a trucker who caught sight of Becky's near-naked body as she tried to explain what is and isn't inappropriate to Debbie. I found the scene somewhat humorous, but withheld my laughter. Debbie turned to me. "Is that true, Scott? It's inappropriate to ASK for a blowjob here?"
"Well, um, I suppose it's inappropriate while driving. You should always wear your seat belts." I was trying to be gentle about it, while somehow figuring a way to close the conversation.
"Oh, stop being stupid," said Debbie, slapping my shoulder. She turned to Becky. "The whole point of today is to make you better understand what it's like to be a McDaniels lady. Is that so hard to understand. Now Scott. Why don't you ask Becky, or me, whomever you wish, if you could have a blowjob?"
"Debbie, what if I don't want one right now." I had to get this conversation to a close, without ending in a fight. Right now, I just wanted them all to cooperate.
"No, silly. I don't mean for real. I mean, just pretend. Role-play, isn't that what you call it? When you have us go through exercises on how to acclimate us to society?"
"Uh, yeah, that's right."
Debbie turned to the other girls in the van. "Hey sister, I'm making Becky role-play like she does with us. So she knows how it feels to be one of us."
"You go, Debbie," shouted Cassie, from the rear.
"So?" asked Debbie. "Come on. Let's do this. Role-play with us. Becky, you're sitting there, almost completely naked, like a dutiful lady should. Is it really so bad?"
"Well, uh, I wouldn't normally do it."
"That's not what I asked."
"I mean, whatever. I'm coping." Becky glanced to me, wanting some support, but I didn't know what offer.
"Scott, are you displeased with Becky?"
"What? No! Of course not!"
"And do you not find her pleasing on the eyes?"
"Well, uh... yeah, but that's not... well, that's not important." Becky was blushing as I stumbled over my answer.
"Now, pretend you're one of us, Scott, on a long stressful drive, not unlike the very one we're on. Feel free to ask any one of us for a blowjob. Okay?"
I turned to Becky, not knowing what to do. She seemed as flustered as me.
"Come on. Ask already."
For fear of asking any of the McDaniel girls, that they might say "yes" and insist on following through (even if this was supposed to be role-play), I turned to my partner. "Becky, would you mind giving me a blowjob?" I realized then that my cock was actually beginning to grow in my pants. It was completely autonomous, I had no control over it.
Debbie leaned in to Becky. "Well?"
"Well, what?" asked Becky. "I, um, am still trying to process."
"You don't HAVE to say yes, you know. Perhaps you aren't in the mood, or maybe your jaw is still sore from the previous night, whatever, but you can say no. Since we're pretending, why don't you go with that answer."
Becky coughed and sat up a bit in her chair. "Uh, Scott. Thank you, but no, not right now." I noticed she didn't try to look me in the eyes while she spoke.
"See?" Debbie clapped. "Was that so terrible? You didn't find it at all flattering that he at least asked?"
"Uh, whatever you say, Debbie," muttered Becky. "I'm just filling my end of the agreement."
"Now, Scott. Were your feelings hurt in any way by Becky saying no?"
"Well, no, of course not."
Debbie snapped back to Becky. "See? THAT is what it's like to be a McDaniel lady. Not so terrible, is it?" Finally, Debbie darted back to her chair. Becky and I both sighed, grateful the uncomfortable role-playing was over.
We drove another four or so hours, with my partner still naked next to me, without stopping. As fuel was getting low, I finally asked. "Shall we stop for gas and keep going? Or stop at a hotel?"
"How much further til our destination?" asked Angela.
"About nine hours. We're halfway there."
"Let's stop here then." The girls agreed with Angela.
Becky had to practically beg to put her clothes back on (well, some of them) as we pulled into the station. I quickly gassed up and used the restroom, eager to get to the hotel a few blocks down the road. Once Becky was back, she was dressed again in the short skirt and blouse, but I noticed her bra was still on the floor of the passenger's seat.
"Day's almost over," I whispered, as she got in.
"Thanks for being such a good sport about it."
"Me? I think you did most of the sporting," I laughed. I was grateful she was able to, as well.
"I guess I did, didn't I?"
The girls piled in and we skipped over to the hotel. As we've done in the past, I booked two rooms, with two king beds in each of them. The McDaniels had one room, and my partner and I had the other. For some reason, it felt somewhat awkward that we were sharing one now, after I had seen her naked all day.
"Can we go to the pool?" asked Cassie, as I was handing out the key cards.
"I'm sorry," the clerk said. "But the pool closed at nine."
That was a relief. Becky, nor I, wished to babysit the sisters any longer. "Can you ladies just watch a movie tonight, and then go to bed? Stay in your room?"
They huffed a bit, but agreed. We walked to the elevator and began the short trek up to the third floor, when Cassie asked Becky. "What did you think? You had just one very short, insignificant experience of what it's like to be one of us. Can't you see why we think your rules are so weird? It's nice being appreciated and loved."
"Cassie, you don't have to be naked to be appreciated," replied Becky.
"But knowing you are appreciated, even when you are naked, all the better."
"What? That makes no sense," said Becky. The elevator dinged and the door opened.
"You girls are off to the left, in that room," I pointed, breaking them up. "Becky and I are just down the hall in 309. See you at breakfast at seven?" We separated and finally made it to our room.
Becky flopped on her back, on the closest bed, arms spread wide. Her natural breasts looked amazing under the thin material. "My god, I cannot believe I did that!"
"Hah! You're a champ, Becky. At least we got 'em here without too much fuss."
"Scott, how many truckers saw me? I lost count. I just had to stop thinking about it as we were driving."
"I heard horns blasting at least a dozen times. I suspect it was all because of you."
Becky chuckled. "That one guy in the RADAR truck? Followed us for almost an hour."
"Hey, you noticed that, too? I tried to speed up and slow down. Was happy when he finally pulled off."
"I've never done that before."
"Done what, exactly? Agree to a crazy deal with a bunch of cult members?"
"Hah! No. I meant ride naked in a car. Back in my sorority days, when I was going through initiation, one of challenges was we had to drive topless for one hour."
"So you did that?"
"No. I lied and just told them I did. I didn't have the guts."
"Yet today you did."
"I'm so exhausted dealing with them, I was willing to do almost anything." Becky perched up on her elbows, and looked at her braless attire. "Obviously."
"Hey, there's a Jacuzzi in this bathroom. Why don't you go in there and relax? You went through a lot today."
Becky dropped her arms back down, looking to the ceiling. "No, you go first. I'm gonna just chill for a few minutes. I'll go in after you."
"Alright, but I can't promise how long I'll be," I laughed. "I'm sore as hell from that drive and a Jacuzzi sounds perfect."
I grabbed my favorite soap and toothbrush from my overnight bag, along with my flannel pajamas, the normal. Becky typically wears a thick, but tight fitting top and boxers, with a nightgown over. Every time I've shared a room with her, anyway.
The water pressure was great, and soon I was laying in a tub of bubbles with jets attacking me from all sides. It felt amazing. I found a perfect corner, water spraying my lower back and delts. Ones near my legs were massaging my calves. Just as my eyes were about to close, the door burst open. Standing in it was Becky, without a stitch of clothing. I sat upright, fast. "Is everything alright?"
Becky stepped in, halfway to me. "I have to know, Scott. Are you still stressed?"
I sat up even more, ensuring the bubbles covered me fully. I was going to pop a boner if she kept this up. "Uh, well, I was getting better, bu-"
She stepped closer again. "Tell me. Honestly. Did you enjoy today?"
"Yes," I said.
"What if I agreed to do it again tomorrow?"
I paused, thinking. "I wouldn't stop you."
"Treat me like one of them again. Now."
I knew what she was getting at, so I role-played the event again. "Becky, can I have a blowjob, please?" The biggest grin came across her face.
The blowjob was amazing. I thought I'd experienced it all, but Becky was all that, wrapped in one, capable of doing an insane variety of things to my cock with her tongue and lips. I was on the edge of the Jacuzzi now, while she did the work, on her knees at the floor. I pulled her up, "Can I have more?" I asked.
She paused at first, but then silently nodded. I took her to my bed. "Becky, I never knew I wanted this until today, Are you-"
"Shhh. Fuck me, Scott. Just fuck me."
I did. Well into the wee hours of the night. We climaxed on multiple occasions, simultaneously on the last. I pulled off, sweaty, and breathing heavy. "Thank you," I said.
Becky giggled. "Maybe we should thank them. Did they just beat us?"
"I dunno. Maybe? Don't care, really. I like where this is going."
"Me, too."
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?Suddenly, a few light strings came from the west. The mouth of the beast was somewhat open.I took my friend outta there with me and we stepped on something solid, but I couldn't determine what it was. We were in a dark place, but we could somehow see ourselves. I took a look back to the mine vorer, seeing him fade away like an ethereal creature. I was perplexed, holding my friend onmy shoulder with all my cubby strenght.Where are we? - asked the racoon.I dunno, for sure - I replied.Are we dead?I bit my arm.I'm quite sure we are - I replied.Welcome - said a voice.An old anthro dog approached, supposting himself with a hammer.Do we know each other? - I ask.You don't know me, but I know you - said the old dog.But who are you?The dog scratched his long beard and gave me a glance.I'm Demiurgus - he replied. - I made the world you are used to live in.Are you God? - I asked.Far from it.He turned away and a few light globes appeared around us.These, my dear, are things called "ideas" - he explained. - They are perfect and beautiful. Each idea represents something that live or somehow are in Earth.Then, we are in the Ideal World? - I asked, noticing correspondences between that place and Plato's philosophy.Yes.Now I know that catnip is bad for me.The dog giggled and a flyin globe flew to my paws. I could spot a herb inside.Oh, catnip? - I asked.The idea of catnip. The ideas are perfect, incorruptible, always existed and will always exist - the dog explained again. - My creature, the Mine Vorer, is one of my creations. Everytime he gets something, he brings it to me, só I can avaliate it's value.Value for what?The dog turned to me once again.This world is being threatened.Eh? - I tilted my head in disbelief.The ideas are being stolen by someone who could get into the Ideal World. Who is? Well... it's also a babyfur, like you.Why don't you go after him?I can't leave this place. The only creatures who can travel between these two worlds are the Mine Vorer and the thief.I was skeptical, the whole story seeming very suspect.But I make everything you see in your wolrd - continued the old dog. - I don't do these things out of nothing; I need the ideas to make sensible matter. Without the ideas, your world will eventually end, as I will be no longer able to make new creatures, new values, new actions.Okay, okay, okay, I study Plato and such - I say. - How do you plan to give me in exchange?The dog grinned.- I heard you like to paw off - he said.
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Ich hatte mich gerade auf den Weg gemacht als ich auf den Weg nachhause diese Person auf dem Felsen sitzten sah, ich versuchte unauffälig an ihm vorbei zu gehn doch irgend etwas war seltsam. Ich lief die Gasse entlang und stand nun vor unserer Haustür, der letzte Schultag für dieses Jahr war vorrüber und nun war Relaxen angesagt. Als ich die Tür öffnete begrüßte mich meine Mutter, die ich gekonnt abwimmelte. In meinem Zimmer angekommen legte ich meine Tasche nieder und warf mich ins Bett. Ich bin ein Antho-Orca 17 Jahre und schwarz-weiß wie es sich gehörte auch wenn ich schon anders farbige genossen entdeckt hatte, meine Kleidung war eher unnaufällig, eine BlueJeans, einen weißen Gürtel und ein weißes Shirt. Ich stand auf und öffnete das Fenster, als ich nach draussen schaute sah ich ihn wieder dieser Tiger er war unheimlich und schien mich zu verfolgen. Rasch schloss ich das Fenster wieder drehte mich zur Wand und atmete tief ein, drehte mich zum Fenster und der Tiger war verschwunden. Mein Herz rasste ich hatte einwenig Angst und machte mir irgendwie sorgen. Ich ging die Treppe herunter und schaute auf den Tisch, ein Zettel, von meiner Mutter lag auf dem Tisch
"Bin für drei Wochen in den Urlaub, kümmer dich bitte um meine Planzen, hab dich lieb, deine Mum." Ich verzog das Gesicht "Ähm... wie du fährst in den Urlaub und ich kann nicht mit?!"
Ich ging einen schritt zur seite und warf den Zettel bedrückt in die Tonne. Ging danach zum Kühlschrank und nahm eine Limmo heraus. "Was könnt ich heute wohl unternehmen?" stellte den Beutel Limonade auf die Theke, nahm das Telefon und tippste eine nummer ein, in der hoffnung es würde jemand abnehmen. Nach einigen Minuten sprang der Anrufbeantworter an
"Tut mir leid wir sind momentan nicht zu erreichen da wir im Urlaub sind, bitte sprechen sie eine Nachricht..." nach diese Worten legte ich auf "Wieso Fliegen die alle ohne mich weg?!" Bedrügt lief ich in mein Zimmer öffnete den Kleiderschrank, nahm meine Weste und ging wieder hinunter. Unten angekommen öffnete ich dir Tür und hätte fast meinen Schlüssel liegen lass. Drausen machte ich mich noch einmal sicher das dieser Tiger mir nicht den Weg kreuzen würde, machte ich mich auf in richtung Suntower eine angesagte Bar in der viele Leute die ich kannte und womöglich die Ferien dort Feierten. Ich schaute unterwegs in den Himmel es wurde almälich dunkler, als ich meinen weg in eine Fusgänger Zone einschlug war das Scheinwerfer licht der Bar schon einwenig zu erkennen. Nach ein paar Minuten Fußmarsch war ich auch schon vor der Bar angekommen, laute Musik war nicht zu überhören und dann auch noch dieses Schield "Gay Bar" verriet auch schon jeden das ich nicht gerade auf Weibchen stehe aber das weis eh schon unsere ganze Stadt und eine Hand voll Freunde werde ich hier bestimmt auch wieder sehn. Drinnen angekommen setzte ich mich auch gleich an den freien Platz an der Bar. Der Barkeeper schaute mich schief an "Möchtest du was trinken?" Ich nickte und zeigte auf die flasche mit dem Sprite als mir auf einmal jemand auf die Schulter tippte. Ich drehte mich nach hinten und blieb gefässelt stehn, der Tiger sah mich an
"ist da noch ein Platz frei?" ich nickte, stand auf und verlies schnell die Bar, nach einigen Sekunden verlies auch er die Bar und verfolgte mich. Meine Schritte wurden schneller und ich versuchte mich in einer dunklen Gasse zu verstecken als ich mich sicher fühlte säufzte ich und hörte auf einmal "Warte!" von hinten. Der Tiger ich blieb wie angewurzelt stehn und stotterte "Wa.. a...s willst du?!"
Er kahm näher "Tut mir leid wen ich dir angst gemacht hatte, das war wirklich nicht meine absicht, ich hatte nur das bedürfniss dich anzusprechen, war aber leider zu schüchtern." Ich sah ihn an und musterte ihn ein schwarzer Tiger mit offenem schwarzen Mantel. "Hättest mich ja ruig ansprechen können." und legte ein verspieltes lächeln auf. "Aber es ist Spät ich werde jetzt nach Hause gehn kannst..." gerade als ich meinen Satz zu ende sprechen wollte viel mir der Tiger auch gleich ins Wort "Darf ich dich begleiten?" Die Sache war mir nicht geheuer aber ich nickte, während des Nachhause weges wurder dieser Tiger mir immer sympatischer, er machte einen sehr netten eindruck auch wen er ein wenig düster herum lief. Zuhause angekommen stand ich vor der Tür spielte mit dem Schlüsselbund und konnte es mir nicht verkneifen zu fragen "Willst du noch einwenig mit rein?"
Ich bin doch bescheuert ich kenne ihn seit 30 minuten und lade ihn schon ein aber naja das wir schon. Der Tiger nickte "Gerne doch." und trat auf die erste Treppenstufen, ich öffnete rasch die Tür und lies ihn hinein, führte ihn ins Wohnzimmer und bot ihm die Cauch an "Wie heist du eigentlich?" er lächelte mich an "nenn mich Subi." Ich nickte "möchtest du was trinken?" er nickte wieder "Wasser bitte."
Ich gab ihm das Glas und setzte mich daneben, er trank daraus und fragte "Wohnst du alleine?" ich schüttelte den Kopf "nein aber meine Mutter ist ihm Urlaub und hat..." er sah mir direkt in die Augen ich prachte nichts mehr heraus "ich...ich..." er legte einen Finger auf meine Lippen "pssst." und ein Gefühl in der Magen gegend machte sich in mir breit. Ich konnte meinen Blick nicht von seinen blauen Augen nehmen, unsere Köpfe kahmen immer näher bis wir uns plötzlich zärtlich küssten, ich schloss nur die Augen und schaute nach dem Kuss schüchtern auf den Boden "Es ist wirklich spät, bitte komm morgen wieder." Er nickte stand auf und sah mich an "Wär es dir um 20 uhr recht?" ich nickte und brachte ihn zur Tür ich lächelte noch einmal und schloss sie hinter ihm.
"Was... oh mein Gott!" ich lief hoch in mein Zimmer zog meine Sachen aus und schlüpfte unter die Decke "ich hätte ihn nicht gehn lassen sollen!" rollte mich aufgeregt mit einer Latte im Bett "ich glaube ich habe mich verknallt.." und schlief ein.
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Beobachtet by Eam the orca
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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.
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 many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex. 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 totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter 49: Siblings Spend Their First Day "Together"
A very unwanted ringing finally woke us. Apparently, it was Lynn calling to pump Carly for details of how their plan had worked. Since Munchkin was already up for a nature call, she'd answered the phone before I was even half-awake. By the time Carly returned, I was almost dressed for doing afternoon chores.
"Everything's set. They'll be over around 7:30." grinned Munchkin. "Don't head out without me." she shouted, dashing to her room.
In no time, we were headed to the barn with our arms around each other. Unlike that morning, though, her hand was on my butt...INSIDE my pants. My left arm was around Munchkin's shoulder and my hand was filled with her left teat. Life was good.
Doing chores that afternoon was a ball. Sure, they took a little longer to finish, but there was no real need to rush. We'd sneak up behind each other to grab a groin, butt, or boob. We made time for plenty of warm kisses and hugs. I'd have tried to make love to her in the barn, but I knew I'd better recharge my batteries if I expected to have any juice left for the evening's fun and games.
Finishing the barn work, we decided to help our folks out and save them some propane... by showering together... to conserve hot water. We tremendously enjoyed soaping each other. Straight away, I lathered the daylights out of Munchkin's muff. Before I relented, she was panting. The way she held onto me, told me I'd massaged her pussy past the point of it being a game.
Turning off the water, I dried us off, then carried her back to my bed. Carly displayed considerable passion in her kisses as we chewed each other's lips. I'd felt up her pussy while we kissed, so after a short time her hips were rocking steadily.
Kissing her face until I reached her ear, my tongue invaded it; the moist tip elicited many sighs as it probed the sensitive folds of her earlobe. When I felt she was really purring along, I whispered, "I'm going to eat you now until you ask me to stop."
That got a big groan of approval.
"I'm going to rest my pooped pecker until tonight, so just enjoy yourself. Set your own pace."
That said, I moved lower to munch her squeaky-clean pussy. Grabbing my head between her hands, Carly directed my mouth to hers for a long, loving kiss.
When she lay back with her eyes closed, I kissed my way south. During my wanderings, my lips visited both of her puffed up nipples, staying long enough for a few good sucks on each one. As much as I loved spending time climbing Carly's peaks, I continued my journey to Bushland, where my services were urgently needed.
Arriving at my final destination, I received a warm welcome. Wow, what a beautiful beaver! So I could take some time to study her face and body, I alternated between eating her and feeling her up. I never wanted to forget how she looked the day she gave me her virginity.
Her entire pussy was sodden. Carly was highly aroused. She was pink, slick and open. Her aroma made my groin tingle; already I was rather erect despite not being fondled. Her black pubic hair was such a sexy contrast to her alabaster skin.
Prying her vaginal lips wide apart, I flattened my tongue. Time after time I licked her from top to bottom, or side to side. Every moan or sigh from Carly motivated me to try still harder to find even more ways to please her.
Like sticking my face into a sauna, I basked in the moist heat rising from her groin. The way her hips rocked with a steady, gentle motion reminded me of waves coming ashore. Working my hands underneath her beautiful butt, the regularity of her muscles tightening, then relaxing in my grip, sent ripples of excitement coursing through my veins.
Obviously nearing a climax, Carly asked me to shift into a 69 position so she could see or touch my genitals. Managing to continue sucking on her clit, I spun my torso around to straddle her head. Soon her fingertips were lightly grazing my penis and scrotum. Damn I was hard; Carly rubbed my sensitive glans all over her face and lips. As she did, my sexy sister stoked my shaft, slowly, very slowly. I could sense her eyes watching me, studying my sexual organs the way I was studying hers. The experience was so exciting I became lightheaded.
My efforts were yielding results; Carly was tensing up. Every breath became a long, deep inhale.
"Larry, I'm going to suck you. I know the second I feel your warm penis in my mouth I'll come. If you want to come, I'd love feeling your sperm shoot into my mouth again."
Slipping her lips around my glans, her tongue swirled around the entire red knob. She seemed content to concentrate on just my helmet; she sucked at it harder and harder. Abruptly, her hips rose and fell far more rapidly, announcing the arrival of her orgasm. Leaning forward, my tongue pushed into her contracting vagina.
Seeing my sister in the throes of an obviously wonderful climax was far too much for my aroused body not to respond. Relaxing my self-control, I came with her.
My sperm spurted into Carly's mouth. Since she seemed to enjoy having just my knob poking into her mouth, I did my best not to thrust into her the way my hips wanted so badly to do. The way her head moved in a circle, I suspect she wanted my cock shooting warm semen all around the inside of her mouth. I don't know what I had left in me, but Munchkin was welcome to all I had.
Warm, soft hands glided all over my tush, balls, and shaft. My entire groin was caressed and fondled; holding fairly still, I allowed my penis to drain into her soft, warm, suckling mouth. As I softened, Munchkin pulled my hips down until my flaccid penis hung entirely in her mouth. As if it was a tether ball, her tongue steadily batted it around; try as I might, I cannot find words to adequately describe how utterly phenomenal that felt.
Keeping my promise, I continued to suck and lave her pussy. After a few minutes, her hips were rocking in a familiar fashion. Munchkin was headed for another orgasm. Meanwhile, Carly still nursed my limp cock like a foal on a mare; I achieved a state of euphoria.
Sliding my thumb into her canal, I wormed a fingertip in between her cheeks so I could tease her anus. When Carly reacted, I sucked as much of her clit into my mouth as possible, slapping her clit silly with my tongue. A minute more of my three-pronged attack got Carly off big time. Lifting my face, so her hips were free to buck, I worked three fingers into her vagina, keeping them deep inside her sheath for her to ride.
Her palms, smacking my butt in pitter-patter fashion, got my attention. When I withdrew my fingers, she relaxed. Following one last, long suck on my penis, it likewise was freed.
"Stop! I surrender!" came a giggled plea from beneath me.
Exhausted myself, I flopped onto my side.
Turning so she could slither on top of me, Munchkin rested her head on my upper chest.
"That was unbelievably wonderful." she purred.
Lovingly I squeezed her butt in reply.
"If I had enough energy left, I'd try telling you how incredible it is making love with you. I've dreamed about it hundreds of times, but actually doing it is a thousand times better than I ever imagined."
Carly proceeded to give me a sexy-as-hell French kiss if ever there was one. Literally I couldn't speak when she finished with me, so I just held her tight until we had to get up for farm chores.
Gotta love her... It was Carly's idea: we put on our shoes and socks, then headed out to do chores. I mean...we put on our socks...we put on our shoes... but not a damned thing more. There wasn't anything we had to do that evening that with a little care we couldn't do naked. We had no idea when we'd next be alone to dare being nudist farm hands; so off we went.
How much fun were chores? A whole damned lot! My male brain certainly got quite a few good jolts. As we performed the same routine we'd been doing most evenings for years, I got to see how my sister's body actually looked underneath the clothes she'd always worn. Oh man, all the times I'd imagined how she might look walking around; that night I actually saw Carly's God given beauty as her svelte body walked about me displaying her feline grace.
Not only was Carly's body breathtakingly beautiful, but I also got a most welcome education. When she would bend over, naturally, I'd ogle her. Over the years, I'd often imagined her tush, but I'd never accurately envisioned her dark fur or pink slit peeking out from underneath her taut buns. When I'd imagined her breasts, it never occurred to me how her teats would proudly swing and sway as she walked, bent, or reached.
The way her young body would shimmy and shake had a devastating effect on my young body. Despite actually getting work accomplished, I was soon walking around with a horn for her to admire. Once I was out there, I did my own swinging and swaying, which Munchkin purely enjoyed, judging by her leering grins.
Whenever we could, we'd walk side by side with a hand on our sibling's butt. Which is exactly how we walked to the house when we finished outside. Damn, it was so neat feeling her buns rolling beneath my fingers. Since we were having company soon, we took a long, hot, shower. You can bet we washed each other thoroughly, but mostly we lingered in the warm spray to revitalize ourselves.
Following a hardy, cold dinner, we headed upstairs to dress for our guests. It was my idea to dress each other. Lord knows I had a ball helping Carly into her panties, bra, skirt and blouse. Munchkin seemed to get a big kick out of arranging my 'goods,' her words -- not mine, inside my briefs. When we finished, I was wearing good jeans and a short-sleeved shirt; her favorite -- not mine.
Once dressed, I hugged Carly to me. Following what I hoped was a very affection-laden kiss, I told her how special the whole day had been for me. The look on her face melted my heart, she was a genuinely, great girl by any standards I could think of.
Now it was time for me to dwell upon what stunt the girls had dreamed up for this evening.
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Another day, another week, the main problem now that faced Eric now was the oncoming semester exams. He was totally unprepared for the exams that were going to take place in a couple of week's time. He hadn't made any proper notes for any of his subjects and he had no idea where to start. Should he make notes on the subjects he wasn't doing so well in first or should he be making notes on the subjects he was doing well in just to get them out of the way so he could only look at them before remembering what he had learnt? In addition to all this, problems between him and Carla had deepened. The pair rarely saw each other anymore and Eric was getting rather restless. Unbeknownst to him though there was a reason as to why she was avoiding him, as well as Chris and Alex for that matter.
Being rather nosy was something Eric was really good at. Whether or not this was a good thing was debatable. It provided him with some good information but constantly landed him in hot water as well. As he was leaving school one day he heard Chris's rather loud voice. He hadn't seen him apart from during classes and there were a few things that he would have to discuss with him. Just as he was about to turn around a corner something made him stop in his tracks, the sound of 'the bitch' Laura.
"Look you must know what you're doing is wrong. I can bring you down and I have the evidence to prove it,"
"Oh really? Well Chris you may have evidence but I have diplomatic immunity. With one complaint I can have you expelled from the school. Is that what you want? Is it?"
Chris clenched his teeth angrily; he was taking on one of the most influential students in the school. Not to mention how much better she was doing then he was in terms of grades.
"I'll get you Laura just wait and see!" Chris muttered icily before stalking off, a deep scowl plastered on his face. Eric knew better then to annoy Chris when he was in such a mood.
"Tomorrow, I'll talk to him tomorrow," Eric told himself as he made his way home.
When he reached home something in his mind told him that something was wrong, not only at school but at home as well. His prediction was partially correct as his sister had been meaning to talk to him for some bizarre reason.
"What do you want Alice? I've got some important things to do," Eric muttered.
"I need you to sign something for me," she answered, "I asked mom and dad and neither of them wanted to sign it,"
Eric took the sheet of paper and was expecting something terribly wrong on the sheet but instead found something rather innocent looking. He looked up and down the sheet to make sure that he hadn't made a reading mistake.
"This is a permission slip to go to one of the basketball games as a cheerleader. There's going to be supervision at this game! What problem could there possibly be?" Eric asked, narrowing his eyebrows a bit.
"How should I know? This is the first time they ever refused doing something for me,"
"Well I'll talk to it to mom and dad over dinner... speaking of which what is for dinner?"
Alice let out a quiet sigh, "Your stomach is always the first thing you think about isn't it?"
The dinner table was a rather silent one as the entire family sat down to dinner. Alice looked at Eric expectantly most of the time during the whole ordeal and this unnerved him to an extent. He was expected to be able to convince his parents that Alice would be able to take care of herself. He was about to open his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by his father.
"Eric I know how much you stand up for your sister but this is one thing that I and your mother both disagree on. The world is full of predatory furs. We didn't think the risk was worth it,"
Eric was stunned. His father was someone he looked up to and given the fact that he was probably the more tolerant of both his parents this came as a big surprise to him. The topic seemed so trivial yet he still had one trump card he could play.
"Dad wasn't it a couple of weeks ago that you said that Alice wasn't a stupid girl?" Eric asked confidently. Alice's ears perked as she heard this.
"You said what about me?" she hissed at Eric. Eric gave her a piercing glare which caused her to become silent almost immediately.
"Yes I did say that," their father answered, his left paw quivered slightly as it started to dawn on him what was going to happen.
"Well then therefore aren't you contradicting yourself by saying that you can't trust her with something trivial like this when compared to my thoughts on something very similar then?" Eric asked casually.
Upon seeing his father's eyebrow twitch he knew that he had won. That was basically the universal signal to say that he had been outsmarted and to have it done by a sixteen year old made it even worse for him. Sighing deeply he admitted defeat and grudgingly allowed it.
Shortly afterwards Eric was in his room pawing himself off to a rather risqué picture when his sister quietly entered his room. Being stuck in the annoying habit of leaving his bedroom door unlocked and always pawing off while naked he knew that one day he would be caught. It was just that he never believed that it would ever happen to him. His parents left him alone a lot more ever since he turned fourteen and he had never expected his sister to be so close to him.
"Hey uh whatcha doing?" she asked innocently, trying to ignore the fact that Eric's face and chest was now covered in his own cum.
"Uh... um I was uh," he stuttered. Alice giggled at her brother's sudden discomfort. His penis was nothing new to her but she had never seen him come before. Taking a tissue from a nearby box she handed it to him and gave his cheek a lick.
"Been having a little fun eh?" she smirked, much to his annoyance.
"Yeah you could say that," he answered, closing the video he was watching while he pawed off.
"Well thanks anyway, that was sweet of you to fight for me," Alice told him, drawing circles on the table with a finger.
"No probs. There's something going on at school anyway that I don't quite understand," Eric replied, thinking deeply about why his friends were avoiding him
"Really? What?"
The next piece of the missing puzzle came shortly after his physics class had ended. Someone who had normally never talked to him or anyone else for that matter approached Eric after everyone else had left. There was something sinister about the way he said things though, almost as if every word he said was a deadly poison.
"Er who are you?" Eric asked.
"I'm Seth Fraiser... I sit up front in your physics class," the newcomer answered. Eric thought about this a little bit. When he did think of it there was one white fur that was always sitting in front of him.
"Look I don't have time to chat but I'm going to give you this one warning. Don't go poking your nose where it isn't wanted. You'll learn a lot more then you wish to know,"
Before Eric could ask what Seth had meant by that he had already disappeared, leaving Eric more puzzled then ever.
"Damnit where is that horny bitch? I want to settle this score today!" Carla snarled as she, Chris and Adriana prowled through every area that the kitsune was known to have an active presence in. They eventually found her chatting up to some of the more intelligent students, which seemed incredibly odd. With her though was a male lion and a dragoness, both of which who weren't exactly pleased to be there. Strutting up to the kitsune Carla pointed an accusing finger at Laura before saying what she deemed as incredibly important.
"You! Bring yourself and four others to the oval opposite the school after fifth session. This is a score we settle now!" Carla spat before turning tail and leaving with Adriana falling in step after her.
"Bring somebody to look after your bags," Chris muttered before he left as well.
"Well now that's settled we need somebody to oversee the fight," Carla told Adriana.
"But who would do that?" Adriana asked.
"I know who is perfect for this," Carla replied as she opened the door to the school's library, "We must find Seth Fraiser. Knowing him he'll probably be in the science area,"
After scouring the entire library they finally found the ermine in an area which he would normally never be; the literature section.
"Wait I never knew you did English literature," Adriana exclaimed as she took a seat opposite him.
"I don't. It's quieter over here," Seth replied, putting his book down, "What do you want?" Carla handed him a folded piece of paper which he read with great interest. Placing the paper back on the table he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
"Okay I'll do it... but what's my cut?" Seth asked. His eyes widened when a small pile of his favourite candy was dumped on top of it.
"Where did you get these?" he asked, completely dumbfounded and awestruck at the same time.
"We have tons of it at home. My aunt believes that we actually take them. Too sour for my tastes," Carla replied.
"It's a deal," Seth grinned as he quickly hid the sweets so they wouldn't be confiscated by one of the malicious librarians.
The end of the school day couldn't come any quicker for Carla and her companions. They were more than eager to crush Laura's oppressive regime and were starting to get a little restless from waiting for their opponent to show up.
"Where is she?" Carla grumbled to herself as she leaned against a tree.
"Give her some time, she'll come. There's no way that she wouldn't challenge one of the most popular girls in the school to a fight," Chris replied, placing a paw on her shoulder. She looked at him before returning her gaze to the tree next to her.
"You know I'm not sure whether or not it is actually worth fighting for Eric anymore. I mean he seems so distanced from the rest of the world,"
"Carla I haven't known Eric as long as you have but believe me he is one of the nicest guys you will ever meet, trust me,"
Presently Laura and her group were striding up towards Carla and they seemed to have brought a small group of spectators as well.
"All right, let's do this," Laura hissed, gesturing for the fight to begin.
"We shall make this simple, five on five. The first two will fight by themselves then ending in a three on three understand," Carla said, her arms folded across her chest.
"That's just fine with me. Who's judging this fight anyway?" Laura snarled.
"That would be me," a dark figure answered, coming out from behind a tree. Pulling back his hood Laura let out a disgusted grunt.
"Seth Fraiser... why would you of all people be judging a fight?" she asked him.
"Hey look I could be doing better things at the moment but in reality I want to see someone kick your pompous little ass into the ground. I warned you not to screw with me before but when you took my place on the chemistry team... lets just say that I snapped," Seth bitterly answered taking a few steps back, "Leaders choose the order of your fighters,"
Carla had already chosen the order in which they would fight, she just wondered what order Laura had chosen.
"First fighters prepare yourselves,"
Carla tilted her head a little, her signal for Alan to enter the arena. The raven stretched himself before taking up a defensive stance. His opponent was someone Carla recognized from a long time ago, an ex-boyfriend and a violent one as well. She had no qualms in dumping the lion, simply on the way that he acted around her.
"Well looks like Alan doesn't stand a chance," Carla thought bitterly as the pair engaged each other in a flurry of punches, kicks and bites. It wasn't long before Alan made a fatal mistake and got kicked hard in the groin. Rolling on the ground in pain only sought to make the lion chortle heartily.
"You call yourself a fighter? You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
"Alan is unable to continue fighting. The match is awarded to Laura. Carla choose your next fighter," Seth reported, taking out a pair of dark glasses and a cloak. Gritting her teeth Carla gestured for Monique to step forward, the mouse was not to be underestimated.
"That's my opponent? You've got to be joking!" the lion chortled, only to be quickly taken down by the smaller but more agile Monique. As the lion lay on the ground clutching his stomach Monique placed a foot on his head.
"Huh some fight you proved to be. Three blows to the stomach and your crying like a baby," she grunted as she walked to the centre of the fighting arena.
"Gary is out of the battle. Laura choose your next fighter," Seth ordered.
Meanwhile Eric had just finished using the toilets in the shopping centre and was about to start on his way home when he noticed someone from his maths class run up towards him.
"Oh Eric thank goodness! Look you got to get to the park straight away. There's a fight going on!" the gryphon chattered. This perplexed Eric to a great extent, what did she mean by that?
"Oh really? Between who?" he asked.
"Between Carla and Laura,"
By now a small crowd had gathered around the two warring groups. The constant chanting of 'Fight, Fight, Fight' only made them more and more eager to fight. Presently Monique was having a rather nasty fight with a raccoon that Carla recognized from her English class and from the looks of things Monique was winning.
"Beware of Mitchell, he has a hard punch," Carla warned Chris, who happened to be staring daggers at the dingo.
"Oh don't worry I've got a special surprise for him," Chris chuckled.
"Don't be careless,"
As the final blow was delivered Carla couldn't help but smile to herself. Monique had surpassed her expectations and appeared to be a much better fighter then she had first expected.
"Akara is unable to continue. Both teams are now allowed to enter whoever is left," The victory was short lived however as Monique was quickly brought to her knees by a powerful hit to her kidneys. Upon seeing this Chris entered the fray, taunting Mitchell to come fight with him.
"Come on you wanna pick on a girl then you pick on me!" Chris snarled, balling his paws into fists.
"Oh when I'm through with you, you're going to be crying for your mommy," Mitchell snapped trying to sweep Chris off his feet. Chris dodged the poorly aimed attack easily and responded with a kick to Mitchell's chest. As the dingo stumbled backwards Chris tried to take advantage of his weakened stance but instead got hurled head over heels onto his back by his dexterous opponent.
"Oh fucking hell!" Chris groaned as he got back up. He hadn't expected that to happen, Mitchell must have done calisthenics or something to be able to change a bad stance to his advantage.
"So who's the good fighter now huh?" Mitchell bellowed as he launched a volley of punches at the fox, most of which he blocked but one managed to get past his defence and hit him square in the chin. Stumbling backwards a bit Chris managed to compose himself before he was attacked again. It soon became obvious that Mitchell wasn't going to give him any chances whatsoever.
"Better bring out the big guns," Chris thought to himself as he blocked another attack. Having been trained in unarmed combat by his father he had been told never to use it unless the circumstances were absolutely correct. As he watched and waited for his opponent to make another move Chris soon came to the realization that he would have to make the first move this time or risk getting pummeled badly.
"For everything that has a lot of weight, whether it be fat or muscle, the easiest way to take it down is by going for the legs," Chris told himself as he tried to find the quickest way to make Mitchell fall flat on his back.
On the opposite end of the scale Adriana was successfully winning her engagement with one of her old enemies from primary school, a dragoness going by the name of Anna.
"Do not think for one second that I will show you any mercy. You never left me alone in primary school and stole the guy of my dreams at the same time!" Adriana hissed. This drew a rather concerned glance from Alex, who had agreed to look after all their belongings.
"Hey wait why is this the first time I have heard about this?" Alex called out.
"Now isn't the time Alex! I'll tell you later!" Adriana replied, rolling her eyes at the same time.
"Hey now Nathan was fair game! Just because I chose him first doesn't mean you have to get all natty about it," Anna growled.
"You chose him first? My arse you did! You knew I was asking him out!" Adriana snarled, charging her opponent with all of her speed. Her first blow caught the dragoness by surprise and the two were soon wrestling on the ground, each trying to gain the advantage over her opponent.
"Nathan was mine bitch! You had no right to take him from me!" Adriana bellowed, punching Anna hard in the stomach. The attack had little to no effect on the dragoness and Adriana was soon levered off her and thrown aside.
Carla and Laura however had not moved from their original positions. They just stood staring daggers at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. It wasn't long before Eric was on the scene, demanding to know what was going on.
"Hey out of the way! What the hell is going on here?" Eric demanded as he pushed his way through the crowd.
"Eric?" Carla asked, diverting her attention to the voice of her boyfriend. Something which was incredibly stupid as Laura soon took advantage of this and lunged at her in a painful spear tackle.
"Why you cheap bitch! I'll get you for that!" Carla snarled, throwing a punch which connected with Laura's jaw.
"Huh you fight as well as my sister!" Mitchell grunted.
"Is that supposed to deter me?" Chris smirked, wiping away a trickle of blood from the side of his muzzle, "because if it is then it's not working,"
"You sure a cocky one I'll give you that," Mitchell replied before receiving a three hit combo to his gut.
"Do you even know how hard it is to get a guy to like you?" Adriana demanded, holding Anna by the collar of her uniform.
"If I were you I'd be lucky to even had Alex over there!" Anna smirked, taking advantage of Adriana's rage filled state and forcing the vixen onto the ground. Alex couldn't do anything but watch from a distance as the two females attacked each other without mercy. He had been specifically ordered not to engage in the fight. It was 'their' issue not 'his' but he couldn't help but feel completely helpless, watching his friends being part of a fight which he may have helped cause.
Alex wasn't the only one feeling rather helpless. Eric was left a little dumbfounded after discovering his girlfriend and who he referred to as 'The Bitch' fighting each other. And they weren't sparing anything, nails dug into flesh and gouged wounds which bled slightly, fists flew at both girls and multiple bruises were starting to develop. He had to stop this and he had to do it now. Charging up to the both of them, who happened to be in a complete arm lock, he grabbed a hold on both of their arms and demanded that they stop fighting. Had he known how angry the both of them were he would have thought twice by his actions as he was punched in the face not once but twice. He fell to the ground a little stunned but not much worse for wear. Through his blurred vision he saw what looked like Alex run up towards him.
"Man are you alright?" Alex asked, attempting to help him sit up. He soon felt another being grab onto his other arm and also help him sit up. Eric was about to thank the other for helping him but the reaction from Alex was a little more hostile then he expected.
"Hey let go William! He's my friend meaning that I help him! Get lost!" Alex snarled.
"Your friend? Oh I see, apparently it is now a crime to help someone in need? Where are YOUR priorities! I was trying to help him you loser!" William snapped.
"That's it! You asked for it!" Alex bellowed before tackling William, leaving Eric to pick himself off the ground by himself.
The fight hadn't gone unnoticed however. Unknown to everyone on the oval someone had raised the alarm and the sound of a police siren soon scattered the crowd that had collected around the group, even Seth who was supposed to be supervising this fight had scarpered. The only ones who happened to have not noticed were those currently fighting and Eric.
"Hey! Hey! Break it up! Break it up!" one of the officers ordered, separating Chris and Mitchell while his partner broke up the fighting between the girls. Unable to rival each other in the arena of fighting the rivals stared daggers at each other until they were ordered to give their full names by the male dragon.
"Hey Graeme I'm going to get some of these kids patched up alright," his partner, a female rabbit, told him, referring to Eric, Chris and Anna. Eric was currently sporting what he believed to be a broken nose and what might possibly a black eye, Chris was suffering from what could have been a dislocated shoulder or a subluxation at least and Anna seemed to be the worst off with what could have been a broken collarbone. As the three were led away the male officer who remained behind was more than a little peeved from being taken away from his proper duties. He was doing something important damnit!
"I'm disappointed in you lot. And I thought that students from your school always had good behaviour. Go on get outta here! If I find you guys fighting again I will not hesitate to arrest you understand?" he growled, causing the remaining students to scatter.
Eric was expecting trouble the very next day at school, if not by other students then by the principal himself. As expected he and ten others were called up to the principal's office after fifth session had ended for that day. As the eleven of them marched in, all of them with some form of bandage adorning their body, they could tell that they were in big trouble.
"Carla, Laura come closer," Principal Kelso demanded. As the two girls stepped forward the volume of Kelso's voice dropped so low that Eric could barely make out what was being said.
"Carla I have been told that you are the ringleader in this affair. I am very disappointed in you. What do you have to say for yourself?" the lion asked her.
"I had to do this... I was taking revenge," Carla replied bluntly.
"Hmm... a likely story, Laura, your father will be very unhappy when he hears about this. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Well apart from the fact that Carla knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. I just acted upon instinct," Laura answered, knowing all to well that what she had said only made Carla angrier.
"I'll be sending letters to all of your parents. Take this as a warning, let us never meet again under these circumstances," Kelso demanded as everyone walked out of his office.
Back outside the entire school was deathly silent. Not that it would be for long as a brief exchange of words soon proved.
"Look bitch stay the fuck away from Eric alright! He's mine and mine only understand! If I ever find you fraternising with him again you will pay with your life!" Carla hissed.
"Oh yeah? Well maybe you should have known that this was going to happen! It was your own fault in the first place! Fine then keep Eric... he's a crap sex toy anyway!" Laura grunted.
"Well then we're in agreement. You leave Eric alone and I'll never fight you alright!" Carla growled.
"Fine!" Laura yelled as the two sides parted and went off in the opposite direction.
With this heated debate going on nobody had seemed to notice Eric's reactions to everything being said about him. Although he did dismiss most of the claims he couldn't help but feel slightly hurt when he was labelled a crap sex toy. Not that he should have cared. He was being used by Laura in the first place! In his mind though he knew that he had bigger things to worry about, the semester exams were near and he had no idea on how to get started. He would have to worry about the conflict over him later.
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Forged in Blood, Sweat and Tears by Eric_S
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My second story Submitted onto Yffstar. I can only hope it will do as well as "Phantom" did. If you're expecting a twisted/kinky/bondage story involving nazis, all I'll say is that this is a story about companionship and love, not forced sex. Sorry to dissapoint.
Obligatory stupid warning: If you are under the legal age permitted by your particlar country/state/province then you shouldn't be here. This story depicts sexual intercourse with two males yadda yadda.
Enjoy!
"Zinspection!" The translator screamed at them. Andrew had been forced into this concentration camp not but a week ago and already it was complete hell and misery for him. He and the other inmates from his bunker lined in a single file with the supposed inspectors walking along them, picking out the healthiest.
They stopped at him. Andrew didn't speak any German. They talked then two guards grabbed him by his arms and pulled him away from the rest of the line, who were now filing back into their bunk.
It was 1942 when Andrew had been driven form his home and forced to move west, not that it did anything to escape the Nazi soldiers. Andrew was a fox, just about five and a half feet tall. He had the regular patterns almost all foxes he knew had. Except that his arm fur was brown from the elbow down, and just the tips of his fingers showed a little bit of white.
The soldiers had brought him to a building with the word, written in his language, "Showers" on the side. He knew that it wasn't water that they showered you with. His heart started to race. He began to squirm in the soldiers grasp; one of them smacked him in the head. They got to a small one-manned room with the sprinkler for the water at the top. Andrew began to scream "NO!" when they threw him in, laughing. Still laughing, one of them waved a sarcastic "goodbye" to him as the other reached for a lever.
The icy cold water pierced through his thin clothing, he screamed again when it was turned on. He was shocked, and a little embarrassed, to find that it was just water. He stood in the freezing water for 5 minutes, just shivering.
The guards pulled him out of the shower tall and brought his shivering body to a room, where someone stripped his cloths and began to dry him. After he was dried, and re-warmed, they brought out a set of newer, cleaner cloths for him to wear. He put them on without question.
After that the two guards finally escorted him into what he had guessed to be the officer's quarters building. 'Maybe they'll put me in the kitchens' he thought to himself. Once inside the building, he was dragged up several sets of stairs, to what he assumed was the top floor. They opened a door and threw him into it, and thrust several papers into his hands before leaving him locked in the mysterious room.
Andrew got back onto his feet to find that he was placed in an officers quarters. It was fairly simple, a comfortable looking bed in the corner, a table that could fit four people in the middle of the room, plates and cutlery already in place. He began to wonder what his fate was going to be.
He hated this place, he hated his job. Leutnant Älter Jacob Clemenz walked through the halls of the Resident building. He hated torturing civilians just because he was ordered to. But in all honesty he was just as afraid of the Nazis as were most of the inmates.
Jacob was a German Shepard, the only reason why he was aloud in the German military. If he hadn't his family would surly be dead. He was 5 foot 9 inches and rather thin.
He climbed the stairs to his room on the top floor and rounded a corner to his door, which he immediately unlocked. When he opened it, he was surprised to find an inmate waiting for him. His first instinct was to ask him what he was doing here, but then he realized that the fox probably didn't speak very much German. So he decided to speak in French, a language that the fox probably knew at least a little, "Papers?" he said in French.
The fox looked dumbfounded as he handed Jacob the papers that the guards had given him earlier. The papers outlined that he was his new "volunteer" servant and assistant. Volunteer obviously meant he had just been rescued from pointless manual labour or the gas chamber.
"Bediensteter? (Servant)" Jacob asked, not realizing he was speaking in German again. He did not know the word in French. Of course he was always the one to get the leftover's, the ones that didn't speak a word of German. Jacob thought for a minute, "Name?" he asked.
"Uh... Andrew..." The fox had finally said. "Andrew." Jacob repeated. Not a really French sounding name. What would his fellow officers think if they heard him calling his servant by name, he thought. It didn't matter, he concluded. He still needed to communicate some how with him.
Jacob looked at his watch, realizing that they would be making diner in the kitchens. He preferred to eat alone, in his quarters then with the rest of the soldiers downstairs. He would normally go down himself, but now he had his very own enslaved assistant to fetch it for him.
Jacob thought for a long time on how exactly he was going to tell Andrew to do this when an idea struck him. He gathered a small piece of paper and a pen and wrote down a series of arrows, indicating left/right/down and zigzag lines representing stairs, and the word "Kitchen" written clearly in German on the bottom. On another piece of paper he wrote down what he was going to eat for diner. He realized that he had a new mouth to feed, and quickly wrote down some simple things for Andrew to eat.
He looked at Andrew and said, using what little French he spoke, "Go... Food?" he waited for Andrew to look over the directions before saying, "Understand?" Andrew looked at him for a moment, then spoke for the second time this evening, "Y-yes."
Andrew made his way through the building using the crude instructions given to him by what he assumed was going to be his new, for lack of a better word, master. Down several flights of stairs and through several hallways, he found a door with similar markings above it as was there the bottom of his paper. He assumed it meant "Kitchen" or perhaps "Cafeteria". He cautiously opened the door to see the many cooks. He stood in the door way until on of the cooks noticed him and started to scream things he didn't understand. Andrew showed him the other paper his 'master' had given him. The chef looked at it a moment, gave Andrew a dirty look and after a few moments, produced a platter with two plates on it. The chef pointed to a pile of lids and went back to what he was doing. Andrew grabbed on that seemed to fit and made his way back upstairs to his master's room.
He began to wonder where it was he was going to be spending the night, perhaps his own bedroom, or perhaps he was going to be thrown back into the bunker with the others again.
He walked up to his master's door to find it locked. Andrew knocked twice on it and it was opened to see the familiar dog to open it. He beckoned Andrew inside and took the platter from him. The Shepard put it on the table and took one of the plates. Andrew stared hungrily. The dog looked at him, then said, "Essen sie" pointing to the other plate.
Without hesitation the fox sat down in on the chairs and rammed as much of the food in his mouth as possible.
As the fox began stuffing his face, Jacob began to realize that this was probably the first decent meal he's had since he's got here. Jacob began to feel pity for the scrawny fox, even after being desensitized from all the suffering he had to work with.
Within minutes the plate was empty, but Jacob's was still full. The fox looked at Jacob, realizing what he had just done, he blushed. Jacob put down his own knife and fork, picked up his own plate and placed it in front of Andrew, who looked at him as if he had saved his life before scarfing that down as well.
"Thank you," He said to Jacob in French. Jacob smiled, pointed to himself and said, "Jacob." Andrew smiled, and in return he said, "Thank you, Jacob."
During the hour after diner, they had made a small conversation, composed mostly of single words they spoke of the others language. "Where you... uh..." Jacob started. "From? West... farm" Andrew stated, trying to keep it as simple as possible for Jacob. "Family?" Jacob asked. Andrew suddenly looked very sad and shook his head, "Not any more..." Jacob had immediately regretted asking him, having a pretty good guess as to what had happened to them. "Sorry," He said, before getting up.
Jacob walked over to his closet, or what he was using as a closet. He opened the door and retrieved several uniforms and boots and looked into the dark, extremely small room. The bed took up almost all of the space. The ceiling was low and had a bar going from one end to another. There was no lighting beside what had crept through the doorway.
"Tired?" Jacob asked. Andrew's only reply was a nod of the head, still saddened by the loss of his family. "Sleep here," Jacob said, Andrew looked over. "I... leave door open." Jacob said after Andrew had made his inspection of the cramped space. Normally officers would have to lock the door should their 'assistances' need punishing or simply sleep, in case they should attempt escape, but from what he learned of Andrew, he could be trusted. And this could be used to show an act of good faith.
Neither one of them slept that night, Jacob, having gone over the days events over his head, disgusted with himself; and Andrew was mourning the loss of his family, had to hold beck his tears, as to not show weakness in front of Jacob.
The sun eventually rose, which meant that today's schedule had begun. Jacob rose from his bed and walked over to the small make-shift room for Andrew. "Sleep?" He asked the fox. "No." Andrew replied. "I did not too" Jacob simply said.
The days events after Andrew fetched breakfast included a basic inspection of the guard towers, a pile of paper work that Andrew sat through, unable to help at all, lunch, more paper work, and inspection of the newest batch of inmates (which Jacob aloud Andrew not to attend) then diner and then an hour of conversation and language lessons.
This pattern continued for a week straight. Jacob beginning to grow attached to his new friend. Another week past by, they were able to talk in an actual conversation and Andrew was able to help with some of the paper work. It was during this week that Jacob had noticed Andrew beginning to act happier, but more fatigued. After some thought, he had decided to ask Andrew about this.
"Is there something wrong?" Jacob asked one night at diner. "No, just a head ache, nothing more." Andrew said lying. He had been getting terrible head aches and stomach aches for the past week, but didn't want to show weakness in front of the enemy. But was Jacob really the enemy now? Perhaps it is possible for there to be some good in the other side. He decided it was probably best to stick to his story. And he began to finish his meal.
"I think I'll sleep with my door closed tonight, Jacob." Andrew said an hour later as he ducked into his small bed, closing the door behind him, leaving him in pitch darkness.
"Goodnight" Jacob had said just after Andrew had closed the door. At least this gave Jacob some 'alone' time with himself. He waited a few minutes for the rumbling of Andrews bed to stop before taking his cloths off and crawling into bed, naked. He began to think of thoughts to arouse him, the usual things, mostly girls from back home that he remembered, but it wasn't quite doing the trick.
He let his mind wonder a bit before his thoughts went to Andrew. He instinctively began to rub himself as he begun to think about what the skinny fox looked like naked. 'Wait, no, this is wrong!' his mind told himself. But the body was more willing. His mind was lost, trying to justify masturbating to his male friend. It was something that he would get sent to the gas chambers for, should any one find out. But he was well enough alone, and he thought it would hurt anyone if it was just this once.
At this point his shaft had gotten completely tall and rigid, to its full height and hardness at the thought of Andrew. He stroked his dick and moaned in pleasure. He began to think of Andrew sucking his cock, taking his full length into his muzzle, and that only made Jacob moan louder and rub faster. Then the tables turned, he had Andrews penis in his mouth, suckling at the piece of flesh. He was shocked at himself for a moment but continued to grasp at his shaft. He wondered what it felt like, to have another male inside him. The curiosity alone was enough to get him off. Hot streams of cum spurted out onto his chest as he moaned Andrews name, panting.
After resting, and re-gathering his thoughts, he looked at what he just did, what he just thought; he smiled realizing that he didn't give a damn. He didn't care if anyone knew. He just lay there, thinking about Andrew until he fell asleep.
Andrew fell asleep almost instantly when he hit the tattered, worn pillow. He dreamt of Jacob, he didn't know why. They were running away, out of the camp together to live at his old farm house. It was a very strange dream, and he didn't know why he thought it so appealing.
The pleasant dream was cut short when he woke up, an unknown amount of time later. He turned to his side, his head in between the little space between the wall and his bed meant for getting in and out. He began to vomit for what seemed like forever to him. Finally it was all out, and the only thing he could remember before he fell unconscious again was the putrid smell of vomit and blood.
The next mourning, Jacob arose to see a crisp sunny day waiting for him out side. He was in an extremely good mood for someone who was forced into working in a concentration camp. He was still a mess from last night's adventure, and figured it would be best to get the smell off him before he woke Andrew up. He went across the hall to where the washroom was. He picked an empty shower stall and scrubbed off the hardened cum off himself with the soap provided. Jacob walked back to his room and put on his usual uniform.
Jacob opened the door slowly, so Andrew wouldn't be blinded by the immense amount of light coming from the window. "Andrew? It is time to wake up..." Jacob said, but received no reply, "Andrew?" he repeated. He opened the door further and poked his head in, only to be hit with thick scent of blood and vomit.
"Andrew!" Jacob screamed. He reached into the dark, cramped room for his body. Jacob carefully pulled him out. "Andrew... Wake up!" he said in German. Jacob began to panic. "Oh god, SCHEISSE!!" He screamed over and over again.
"Calm down." He told himself. He picked up Andrews body again and ran as fast as he could with him down stairs, outside, across the field, and into the medical building. "Help! Somebody help me!" He screamed at the nurses.
"What happened?" One of them asked. "I don't know, I woke up and when I went to his room, there was vomit and blood everywhere. Please you must help him." He pleaded. "Who is he?" The nurse asked. "Uh..." He thought for a moment, "A translator. He interprets the British and Canadian radio waves." He lied.
The nurse looked at him a moment and then said, "Alright, get him on a table," "Thank you." Jacob said.
Jacob waited, and read the battle reports while he did so. The Allied powers had pushed through another couple of miles closer to their position, the entire camp was on high alert and any evidence of the prisoners was being destroyed, including the prisoners themselves. Jacob only glanced at them, his mind completely focused on Andrew.
About an hour had passed before the nurse came back, "He has a terrible infection, I think we stopped it, but the rest is really up to him. Can't do much anyway with the supplies we got." "So, is he going to be okay or what?" "I really don't know." "Can he be moved back to his room?" "I suppose, but someone's got to feed and clean him. And I'm afraid I'm already short on staff." "I'll do it," Jacob finished.
There was no better way to get him back upstairs then to just carry him by hand, there were no stretchers available, and Jacob didn't want to risk anyone finding out that this "translator" was staying in his room.
He put Andrew in his bed, so that he could get at him more easily. He told his superiors he was feeling under the weather and was going to stay in, they bought it.
He spent the majority of the day waiting by Andrews's bedside, holding his hand in an attempt to wake him (or so he told himself).Until it was about time for diner. Jacob had made the usual list of things to eat, but when he returned to his room with the food, he realized that Andrew couldn't eat it in his state. And frankly, neither could he.
It was about 9 o'clock when Jacob felt a stirring and a slight grip in his hand, "Andrew?" He quietly called out. He heard a small grunt in response. Jacob gasped in excitement and stood over him with great speed, "You're awake." He said in French, smiling. Andrew smiled back and looked up at Jacob with eyes being forced to stay open and a smile that wasn't getting enough energy to get through all the way.
"Food?" Andrew said in barely a whisper. "Yes... yes there is food." Jacob replied as he rose to get Andrews plate. He cut off a small piece of meat with the knife and fork and carefully put it in Andrews's mouth. Andrew closed his eyes, clearly unable to keep them open any more. He hopelessly began to open and close his mouth in a vain attempt to chew. After a while on the one piece he gave and forced it back out of his mouth.
Jacob looked at the small piece of meat and then at Andrew. Thinking for a moment he picked up the piece of meat and put it in his own mouth. He chewed it until it was swallowable then did the one thing he would have only done as a last resort until now.
He put his lips to Andrew's. His eyes were closed and he used his hand to open Andrew's mouth and he force-fed him the pre-chewed meat. He held it for a moment longer then broke it to see Andrew swallow it all.
Andrew fell back asleep. Jacob sat there next to him, thinking about the semi-kiss he had just given. He mind was bent on that. He wondered what Andrew would think of it when he woke up. He wondered if Andrew would wake up at all. When he thought this, and thought about what would happen if Andrew had died, he broke out in tears he was trying to hold back since the 'kiss'. After a few moments he was openly crying; hoping that this fox of his would at least see another day. Another day they could spend together.
To be Concluded
Authors note: Sorry to leave you hanging, I promise i'll finish it. Really. Any way, i'll have the Sequel to this in the next week or two, so don't get too excited. I'm telling you in advance: I won't give away anything about the next one. No matter how much you beg.
Cheers!
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The Infection by Arrkay
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First day
New school
New day
New friends
New start
Front of the class
My name?
Kai
Age?
Fourteen
I tell them
but I have a secret.
I'm gay
I sit
The person next to me introduces himself
Ryan
I say hello
He asks what class I have next
Science
He does too
We have all the same classes
What a coincidence
I can't be friendly
Too risky
I'm better off alone
AP English
It makes me sound smart
AP
Advanced Placement
Ryan sits next to me
Determined to be my friend
I don't want friends
He's so cute
I guess I can have one friend
Only one
Okay Ryan, I'll let you in
Later
My house
My room
I live alone
My parents disowned me when they found out
I'm gay
I've learned to be independent
Not needing anyone
But now,
I do need someone
It's Ryan
I think I love him
Ryan?
There's something on my mind.
Something I need to tell you.
I'm not really into girls.
I'm gay.
I understand if you hate me.
I understand.
Please don't tell.
What?
Do I like anyone?
Well, there is someone.
He's probably straight,
but he's so nice to me.
He's really hot too.
Who is it?
Well, he's you, Ryan,
I love you.
Daisies
He loves me,
He loves me not
Over and over
Never ending
Then it does
Ends
He loves me,
and I love him!
You love me too?
Yes!
I was so alone
I felt like I was the only one
At my old school
I came out to my friend
He betrayed me
I was tortured
Beaten up
Hurt
Called names
Dyke
Bitch
Homo
Faggot
That was their favorite
Faggot
faggot
faggot
He apologizes
You don't need to apologize
You're the only one who accepts me.
My parents?
I don't have any
They hate me
They disowned me
They hurt me
I live alone
I felt alone
Then I met you
I am not alone
Not anymore
I have you
My dad
My old house
The kitchen
His belt
Whack
Whack
Whack
Metal and leather agaist skin
I have tears in my eyes
I cannot cry
I cannot show weakness
You deserve it
My father says
I don't
No one deserves this
I see Ryan waiting
Sorry
I had a flashback
He asks what it was
so I tell him
That's horrible
He says, a look of disgust on his perfect face
I agree
It was horrible
Monstrous
Abominable
Beating a child for who he is
I ran away
Twenty three times
They found me
Brought me back to that hellhole of a house
To my dad
To the belt
Once they locked me in the cellar
I was down there for a week
No food
Little water
I was starving,
thirsty,
cold,
lonely
They let me out when they disowned me
That was the last time I saw them
I never want to see them again
The bell rings
We get up and walk to our next class
Art
I have never been very good at art
I've memorized my class schedual
I repeat it over and over
Social studies, Science, Math, English, lunch, Art, Psycology, Gym, Woods
Social studies, Science, Math, English, lunch, Art, Psycology, Gym, Woods
SocialstudiesScienceMathEnglishlunchArtPsycologyGymWoods
SocialstudiesScienceMathEnglishlunchArtPsycologyGymWoods
It all blends together
It's one big mess
Like my painting
My easel
Ryan's easel
Next to each other
He can paint, too
Perfect
Artist, athlete, smart, kind, popular, beautiful
Perfect
That's what he is
And he chose me
Me
I'm nothing special
I can't paint
I'm not athletic
I'm not friendly
All I am is smart
I'm in all the AP classes
Why?
I ask
Why me?
You could have had anyone
Why me?
It was love
He says
Love at first sight
We go home together
To his house
Walking in the door
I'm home!
He yells
His mom comes out
Hi Ryan
Who's this you've brought?
This is Kai
I smile
My boyfriend
I freeze
Boyfriend
He called me his boyfriend
In front of his mother!
It's okay
she knows
Ryan's words snap me out of it
Oh, good
Kai is kinda shy
He says
He had a rough childhood
Understatement of the century
He was abused by his parents
Because he is gay
His mom looks shocked
Then pity
Claimes her face
Oh you poor dear
She says
Come here
I do
She wraps me in hug
It feels good
To be hugged again
It's been so long
We go to Ryan's room
We sit on the bed
I hug him
He hugs me back
I could get used to all this hugging
I love you
He says
I love you too
He pulls my mouth
To his
We kiss
His tounge
Exploring my mouth
I push my tounge past his
Into his mouth
Love
It overwhelmes me
First day
New school
New day
New friends
New start
Front of the class
My name?
Kai
Age?
Fourteen
I tell them
but I have a secret.
I'm gay
I sit
The person next to me introduces himself
Ryan
I say hello
He asks what class I have next
Science
He does too
We have all the same classes
What a coincidence
I can't be friendly
Too risky
I'm better off alone
AP English
It makes me sound smart
AP
Advanced Placement
Ryan sits next to me
Determined to be my friend
I don't want friends
He's so cute
I guess I can have one friend
Only one
Okay Ryan, I'll let you in
Later
My house
My room
I live alone
My parents disowned me when they found out
I'm gay
I've learned to be independent
Not needing anyone
But now,
I do need someone
It's Ryan
I think I love him
Ryan?
There's something on my mind.
Something I need to tell you.
I'm not really into girls.
I'm gay.
I understand if you hate me.
I understand.
Please don't tell.
What?
Do I like anyone?
Well, there is someone.
He's probably straight,
but he's so nice to me.
He's really hot too.
Who is it?
Well, he's you, Ryan,
I love you.
Daisies
He loves me,
He loves me not
Over and over
Never ending
Then it does
Ends
He loves me,
and I love him!
You love me too?
Yes!
I was so alone
I felt like I was the only one
At my old school
I came out to my friend
He betrayed me
I was tortured
Beaten up
Hurt
Called names
Dyke
Bitch
Homo
Faggot
That was their favorite
Faggot
faggot
faggot
He apologizes
You don't need to apologize
You're the only one who accepts me.
My parents?
I don't have any
They hate me
They disowned me
They hurt me
I live alone
I felt alone
Then I met you
I am not alone
Not anymore
I have you
My dad
My old house
The kitchen
His belt
Whack
Whack
Whack
Metal and leather agaist skin
I have tears in my eyes
I cannot cry
I cannot show weakness
You deserve it
My father says
I don't
No one deserves this
I see Ryan waiting
Sorry
I had a flashback
He asks what it was
so I tell him
That's horrible
He says, a look of disgust on his perfect face
I agree
It was horrible
Monstrous
Abominable
Beating a child for who he is
I ran away
Twenty three times
They found me
Brought me back to that hellhole of a house
To my dad
To the belt
Once they locked me in the cellar
I was down there for a week
No food
Little water
I was starving,
thirsty,
cold,
lonely
They let me out when they disowned me
That was the last time I saw them
I never want to see them again
The bell rings
We get up and walk to our next class
Art
I have never been very good at art
I've memorized my class schedual
I repeat it over and over
Social studies, Science, Math, English, lunch, Art, Psycology, Gym, Woods
Social studies, Science, Math, English, lunch, Art, Psycology, Gym, Woods
SocialstudiesScienceMathEnglishlunchArtPsycologyGymWoods
SocialstudiesScienceMathEnglishlunchArtPsycologyGymWoods
It all blends together
It's one big mess
Like my painting
My easel
Ryan's easel
Next to each other
He can paint, too
Perfect
Artist, athlete, smart, kind, popular, beautiful
Perfect
That's what he is
And he chose me
Me
I'm nothing special
I can't paint
I'm not athletic
I'm not friendly
All I am is smart
I'm in all the AP classes
Why?
I ask
Why me?
You could have had anyone
Why me?
It was love
He says
Love at first sight
We go home together
To his house
Walking in the door
I'm home!
He yells
His mom comes out
Hi Ryan
Who's this you've brought?
This is Kai
I smile
My boyfriend
I freeze
Boyfriend
He called me his boyfriend
In front of his mother!
It's okay
she knows
Ryan's words snap me out of it
Oh, good
Kai is kinda shy
He says
He had a rough childhood
Understatement of the century
He was abused by his parents
Because he is gay
His mom looks shocked
Then pity
Claimes her face
Oh you poor dear
She says
Come here
I do
She wraps me in hug
It feels good
To be hugged again
It's been so long
We go to Ryan's room
We sit on the bed
I hug him
He hugs me back
I could get used to all this hugging
I love you
He says
I love you too
He pulls my mouth
To his
We kiss
His tounge
Exploring my mouth
I push my tounge past his
Into his mouth
Love
It overwhelmes me
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Text: When I signed up to study ecology, I had visions of visiting exotic biomes. I daydreamed of swimming through Caribbean reefs and discovering a new species of pufferfish or finding a violet poison dart frog in Amazonia. The reality is that you have to go where the money will take you. So there I was, knee-deep in the effluent from Grimesworth Dye Works in a freezing polluted stream, sifting out the red water mites to take them back to the lab and test them for mutated bacteria. This dominated my life, regardless of the season. I was paying my dues for my PhD. Ah well, at least the water was my favourite colour: violet.
I would often go home in the evenings with my hands stained heliotrope by the dye and no amount of scrubbing would get it out, so nowadays I just put up with the occasional funny look. Grimesworth Dye Works were concerned about their environmental record and wanted to demonstrate that their dye didn't damage DNA, so they wanted me to look for the microbes, and since I'd specialised in arachnids, it was the Hydrachna mites I used. I also partly sequenced their genomes to look for oxidative damage to the nucleotides. This was also why the water was freezing cold - they ran heat engine dynamos off the temperature differences in the pipe to reclaim the energy so they could say they weren't wasting electricity.
At least the weather was nice today. I enjoyed the sun beating down on the back of my wetsuit if nothing else, as I diligently searched for little red dots with eight legs in the water. That was another reason to look on the bright side. I was secretly really attached to that wetsuit. It had taken me quite a while to find a violet one with a front zip. It wasn't exactly feminine but it really made the days more tolerable to know that whereas I might be acquiring who knows what kind of horrendous damage to my skin while standing in a watercourse which stank of cleaning fluid and gave me a sore throat, it gave me an ideal excuse to spend my time with violet neoprene hugging my figure all over. I'd never let that on to anyone though, not even Simon.
Ah well, time for lunch. I hoisted myself out of the water into the long grass. I wandered away from the bank and found the clear spot where I usually ate my sandwiches. I just sat on the grass, making a damp patch round myself, but I did wipe my hands first. Probably not a good idea to ingest any of the dye. As I ate, I looked at the sheep in the field across the stream. They were behaving a bit strangely I thought, though my speciality was arachnids, not mammals. They seemed oddly frolicsome and also rather overweight. They also kept hiccuping. Oh yeah, and they were mauve - sorry, forgot to mention that.
The midday sun was absolutely baking, so I reluctantly peeled off my wetsuit. I was only wearing a bikini underneath, but I was pretty sure none would see. Pretty soon I'd finished my sandwiches, so I gathered up a new set of sample bottles and walked through the grass back to the afternoon grind, draping the suit over my left arm. Just as I was about to get back into it by the waterside, I felt a sharp sting on my ankle and looked down. An Ixodes ricinus - sheep tick to you - was ballooning with my blood. By the time I'd got over the shock, it had dropped off into the undergrowth. It left an itchy red mark which started me worrying about Lyme Disease. I also wondered what it was like to be a tick. They must have an insatiable desire to fill themselves up almost endlessly until they're nearly bursting. I couldn't relate to that at all. Not right then.
Making a mental note to have myself tested for Lyme Disease and checking there were no more lurking ticks, I managed to put the incident to the back of my mind, pulled the suit back on, zipped it up and eased myself back into the water. I was just going to have to wait and see what happened, I supposed. I carried on working for a while, then by the end of the afternoon I noticed my heart was hammering. Was that psychosomatic? I didn't remember it as a symptom of the disease. I was also getting thirsty. I shouldn't be monitoring myself so closely or I'd end up talking myself into having something anyway. One thing was clear though: I definitely felt indefinably strange. I decided to knock off for the day. Probably nothing but it's better to be sure.
I dried off my bare violet feet and put on a pair of flip-flops, then set off back home. On walking past the field, I noticed the sheep. They were now grotesquely bloated and lying on their backs, still convulsively twitching from time to time. I know it's a funny thing to say about sheep but I got the distinct impression they were giving off some kind of ecstatic vibe connected with their condition. Right, that was it – I was definitely getting delirious if I was starting to think I could read an ungulate mind.
Though it had clouded over and cooled a bit, I still felt rather warm. Even the rain which ensued seemed not to help much, apart from rinsing the mud off the neoprene. I imagined the drops hissing as they boiled off my rubbery flanks and unzipped myself to mid-chest level, as far as I dared in public, blew down my front and flapped it a bit. I was really buzzing now, euphoric in fact. The colours around me glowed vividly. Then I started to hiccup. I was ravenous now too and my heart continued to thump vigorously away to its own content. My stomach was rumbling quite excessively – I even saw a couple of passers by look round a couple of times. I realised I was gulping a bit each time I hiccuped, and they were getting stronger.
Simon opened my front door and smiled.
"Maria Dawson! How're you doing, my glistening rubber-clad violet goddess?" he called, typically indiscreetly and rather too loudly.
I blushed and giggled.
"Ssssshh! Do you want the whole street knowing what we get up to in the bedroom?" I whispered to him as I stepped over the threshold. We kissed and he toyed with my zip pull.
"As it happens, I feel a bit unusual."
His face showed concern. "You OK dearest?"
I told him about the tick bite. He fussed a bit about getting it checked out and I agreed to 'phone the Health Centre first thing in the morning, which calmed him down a bit.
"And I've got the hiccups."
"Well, we'll have to do something about that. Hold your breath."
I took a deep breath in and held it for a while. I almost got to exhaling completely when I hiccupped again and the end of the breath went down by mistake. It tickled and I giggled again. Then I tried blowing up a balloon. I'd just emptied my lungs into it again when my belly twitched again and I got a blow back all the way out of the balloon into my stomach.
"Whoops!" I laughed again, and I remember it passing through my head that it was a bit odd how much I was enjoying having the hiccups.
A spicy scent emanated from the kitchen.
"What's cooking?" I asked.
"Five bean chilli!"
"Yay! I can't wait. I'm starving!"
Pretty soon, we were sitting round our table for two in the kitchen with a plate piled high with deep red mush. Despite my hiccups, I wolfed the whole lot down in a couple of minutes, though I had to slow down a bit towards the end because I was absolutely stuffing myself. We finished it off with a couple of tall glasses of soda.
After Simon entertained me for a couple of minutes by burping the alphabet, we made our way into the bedroom. I was pretty tired by then, so we just had a bit of a cuddle. Oddly, the soda didn't seem to repeat on me at all, and in fact I found I couldn't burp even if I tried.
I gradually drifted off to sleep, though to be honest it was made somewhat harder by Simon's frequent farting. Again, despite all the beans that didn't seem to be a problem for me. In fact my whole fundament felt rather tense. I was still feeling rather full from the meal so I lay on my back before I could nod off properly. The last thing I could remember was my hiccups seeming to speed up.
I dreamed I was a huge whale swimming through a tropical reef. As the dream went on I broke the surface and turned into an airship, floating through the air, up, up and away. A parrot flew past me squawking "Maria!"
"Maria! Maria! Wake up!"
I was being poked in the side. Oddly, the finger poking me seemed too high up to be able to make contact with my belly.
My eyes snapped open in the dark. There was a dark shadowy mound of some kind outlined against the streetlight-lit curtains. I realised I was hiccupping convulsively fast and needed to fart. I tried to push one out with subtlety by tensing my belly and bearing down, but all that happened was an ache. Then I attempted to lift my head. For some reason I couldn't flex my abdominal muscles.
"What's happening?" I realised I was having to pant to talk. I didn't seem to be able to take any deep breaths.
"I don't know, something weird's happened to you. Look."
Simon turned on the bedside light. I glanced down again. For some reason I seemed to have a cushion on top of my stomach inside my suit. Was this a practical joke?
"Er, have you been playing games with me in the night?"
"No! I just woke up and you were like that. You look like you're about to give birth!"
I lifted a hand up to my zip pull and yanked it down. When I got past my chest, it got stuck because there was a sudden increase in the gradient. Then I realised I could feel my hand resting on top of that mound quite clearly. I moved both hands round my belly and patted it. It rang hollowly and felt tense all over. This was exciting! I hiccupped a couple more times and felt myself involuntarily take a couple more gulps of air.
Simon picked up his mobile and stabbed it frantically.
"Ambulance please, quickly!"
While we waited, Simon zipped me up again and I tried to get myself off my back and sit up. I was so bloated I was expecting to fart and burp as soon as I shifted, but I couldn't. I felt the tension build up but nothing came of it. He managed to give me a big enough shove to shift me onto my side, and then I just rolled easily onto my front. I felt the gas inside me shift outwards and my sides bulged out, but I still couldn't fart or belch at all. I hiccuped again but it did nothing except make me more bloated. Simon pushed me until I was lying across the bed, managed to roll me onto my side, then pulled me up by my arms. I finally struggled into a sitting position, but the roundness of my belly made that really hard. It was pushing my back into an arch and I had to prop myself up against the headboard.
The paramedics arrived.
"Oh, I see," one of them said, "how far apart are the contractions?"
Thinking he meant the hiccups, I replied, "About five seconds."
"What? Oh, never mind. We'll have to get you to hospital anyway. Can you walk?"
"Yes, I suppose so." My diaphragm twitched again and another gulp slipped in as I stood up with Simon's help. Walking was a bit of a struggle. I had to waddle down the hallway, swaying from side to side as I went, and kept feeling the urge to fart but still couldn't. My sides bulged out a bit more as I swallowed more air.
As I lay in the ambulance, I began to feel the urge to take great gasps of air, which I tried to resist due to my bloatedness. Finally, I gave in. I took a huge, convulsive breath in. Then, instead of the expected exhalation, I found myself simply bearing down and breathing out against a closed upper throat into my stomach. There was nothing I could do to stop myself. Then I felt myself take another breath and do the same. I felt even tighter now.
"Doing the breathing are you? It must be triplets, surely?"
It was difficult to speak against the urge to inhale again.
"Wha- what do you mean?"
"Well, your babies?"
"I'm not pregnant,"
"Oh! What's happening then?"
"I've got the hiccups!"
"Uh-huh? You called us out for hiccups?"
I couldn't resist another gasp and once again I involuntarily gulped down the air. There was another gurgle from my increasingly rounded midriff. This seemed to have replaced the hiccups and it was happening every time I breathed now. Another gallon of air every few seconds, and still no sign of burping or farting.
"Can't – stop – gulping – air."
We were now at the hospital. I was wheeled in through the doors of casualty and straight through into a cubicle. I had hicked myself several centimetres fatter by then, but now I was also unable to exhale without pushing it down into my belly. Even so, I had an irresistible urge to do just that. I was trying to restrain myself by holding my breath but that was with a tiny rational sliver of my mind still remaining. It took all my effort to stop the urge to gulp down another whole lungful of air.
A doctor spoke.
"Hello Ms Dawson, I'm Doctor Baxter. We need to get the wetsuit off you before you give birth"
Simon finally spoke up about this.
"Er, she's not pregnant."
"Ah. OK, what's going on then?"
"All that swelling is air. She's inflating like a balloon!"
"Oh, you are kidding me. Hold on."
She reached over and percussed my abdomen. I emitted a satisfying hollow clang. I noticed a metallic taste in my mouth for the first time.
"Oh my God, you're right! Has she by any chance been near the dye factory?"
"Yeah, yes, she's doing field research there for her doctorate."
"Oh". Dr Baxter looked worried.
"What do you mean, 'oh'?"
"Um, well, I have a friend who's a vet and I'm afraid the sheep on a nearby farm have a rather unfortunate problem."
I suddenly remembered the sheep. All this time I'd been holding my breath and I let go, only to feel my diaphragm push upwards and suck yet another gallon of air down. My front started to sting along the line of my zip and I wasn't sure if it was just pressing into me or I was about to split open. I looked down at my huge round mound of a belly, absolutely full to bursting with wind. And still no farting. How come?
"What would that be then?"
"Ms Dawson, have you been bitten by a sheep tick?"
I was holding my breath out so I could only croak a "ye-e-e-e-e-s".
"I see.". She pursed her lips. "I have to tell you something now about the sheep. It's a bit unpleasant."
I took another convulsive gasp. If I spoke now, I knew I'd trigger another gulp, so I hazarded a tiny squeak. "What?"
That was too much and once again my diaphragm forced itself upward and another lungful went into my belly. My already excitingly tense skin stretched even tighter, straining to contain my ballooning organs. I wasn't sure how long this could carry on or what would happen if it didn't. Dr Baxter was about to tell me though.
"There seems to be a mutant spirochaete in their saliva."
Despite my vastly inflated condition, I couldn't help pricking up my ears. This was almost my field. With the scrap of breath left in my forcibly emptied lungs I managed to whisper "Borrelia."
Dr Baxter smiled enthusiastically, "Yes!" She made proper eye contact with me for the first time. She was warming to her subject.
"Yes, it's a species of Borrelia. When a sheep is infected, after a few hours incubation it undergoes several changes. Its metabolic rate speeds up, its anus goes into spasm and it starts to hiccup unstoppably. Each time it empties its lungs, its hiccup opens the sphincter at the top of its stomach and the entire contents of the lungs is drawn into its abdominal organs until its stomach ruptures. Well, in fact it doesn't stop even then. The sheep continues to hiccup and inflates itself until it explodes."
Simon stared at her. "Explodes?! So what's the cure?"
"Well, generally they just cart them off to the abbatoir before they burst or its a waste of money. I don't remember hearing anything about a cure I'm afraid. We had no idea it affected humans. It's always been assumed it's a variant of bloat."
Simon's jaw dropped. For me, it was probably a sign of how far gone I was that I found this news really exciting rather than horrifying. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face.
"Oh yes, forgot to mention. One of the symptoms appears to be euphoria. So I don't know if it's any consolation but your girlfriend is probably really happy."
She was right there. I croaked "oh yes!" before giving into the urge again. Another five litres in my abdomen made my sides ache and twinge with the added pressure. I stroked my belly wonderingly. How could I be so huge, so round, so inflated? What a wonderful way to go.
"But we will try something. Here's a syringe of muscle relaxant." She held up a glistening hypodermic. "Also, we'll intubate her and try to get her deflated. It's a long shot, but..."
She raised a vein and injected the drug. As it took effect, I felt myself bulge even further, but by then I was pretty out of it. I couldn't think of much except for my huge ballooning belly and my insatiable desire to bloat myself until I burst. It was weird how strong the urge was. This was something only I knew about. Sheep weren't good at being interviewed.
They tried to get the tube in. I knew that as soon as it got into my stomach I would just deflate, so I clamped my jaws shut and turned away my head. Simon pinched my nose and after a struggle, I was forced to open my mouth. I took one final, happy gulp of air in and forced it down into my creaking belly before the tube started going down. Ah well. Nice while it lasted. As gently as they could, they passed the tube into my stomach. What was for me a deafening hiss accompanied by a seemingly endless series of loud gurgles heralded my deflation. Sadly, I watched my belly sag back to its previous boring old skinniness. No prizes for guessing how I felt.
The next few hours were pretty unusual. Everybody was clearly very relieved and I just tried to put a brave face on it. I could hardly tell the love of my life how disappointed I was that I hadn't blown myself up like a balloon until I popped rather than spending the rest of my days with him, could I? Luckily, it turned out things weren't quite so bad as I'd thought.
I needed pain killers for the ache in my belly and it was a while before I could eat again. The hiccups were permanent and I still swallowed air involuntarily all the time. I found I could burp again, and every couple of hours I had to belch like anything to get all the air out. It was a day or so before I noticed that although I could go to the toilet fairly normally, I couldn't pass wind any more at all. I couldn't sleep well because I had to wake up every few hours to get rid of the air again.
After I went home, I stopped bothering to burp myself one night and woke up like a balloon again. We found that a massage gave some relief but it took a long time. Even so, I secretly harboured the fact that I really enjoyed waking up like that. The germs had done something to my brain and it was now quietly my deepest desire. I actually loved being bloated. I used to eat beans and drink soda all the time to make it "worse".
I spend the early days with a bit of an outfit problem. I tried my old blouses and jeans on but they weren't much use because if I wasn't careful I'd burst all the buttons off them after a couple of hours and pretty soon I just gave up and threw out my whole wardrobe. I tried loose dresses and long, flowing things but in the mornings they were like tents and by the evening I was often so big they'd rip really easily. After that, I virtually lived in that old favourite, the violet wetsuit. Yes, I got bloated in that too but it would stretch with me and the only problem was the zip cutting into me. When I took it off at bedtime, the teeth left marks all down my front and it looked like I was still wearing it.
Speaking of bed, we did find a more efficient solution to the problem of waking up as a zeppelin after a while. Simon was very keen on this solution as it happened. We found that if he had a quickie on top of his bouncy castle of a girlfriend and it was, well, you know, "nice", I'd go down like a whoopie cushion. It was the best way of getting me to deflate. This meant, of course, that faking it would never be an option, but then again, waking up as a human balloon was so orgasmic in itself that we didn't exactly need to try hard.
Back to my fashion issue. My solution was to buy loads of lycra, latex, PVC, anything which had a lot of stretch in it. Buttons were right out too - I'm not made of money.
The PhD problem was solved too. I gave up the old one and worked with Dr Baxter on the spirochaete. We found there were at least three active compounds in its toxin. One was the euphoric and stimulant, which made a good anti-depressant. A second was the one with the digestive effects, which in smaller doses could be used to stop flatulence and for dysentery. The other one was a respiratory stimulant which was useful for emphysema and asthma.
I don't know for sure if people ever combine the drugs. They're certainly not supposed to - each is a contraindication for the two others. One thing I do know though. Recently, I've seen quite a few very happy-looking women who are seemingly heavily pregnant. There are two things about them. One is that they never seem to give birth. They just seem to stay pregnant for a very, very long time. It's been three years now for one of them. They don't walk as if they've gained weight either.
Oh yeah, there is one other thing about them.
They never fart.
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(MtF TF goat)
David went to greet the delivery guy early morning. He was really starting to get the hang of country living this past year, and was glad he moved out here. Crushed under the weight of modern capitalism, David snapped from stress and sold basically everything to buy a barely standing house out in the country. Over a year and a half he started to fix it up into a nice little place, and got a horse to ride into the city so he did not have to worry about gas prices skyrocketing constantly. Out here it was always calm. Well... almost always. As David reached out to take the package they both heard the sudden clattering of rapid hoof movement just before a grey blur ripped the box out of the mail man's hands and tossed it to the ground.
David sighed and said it was fine, tipping the delivery man a bit more for almost having his fingers broke by the animal leaping through the air at him. Baphomet was a pale grey billy goat living on David's land. He technically did not belong to David, he just showed up one day and remained looming around. David tried to figure out where he came from but never could, so he just started to feed the goat and let it sleep in the small barn with his horse. David learned the hard way what goats are like to have around. They are almost impossible to train- goats follow goat logic, and nothing you say or do will convince them otherwise. If they don't like something, they will not hessitate to let you know. Baphomet likely did not like David receiving things from outside because it could take attention away from him, so he smashed it away.
As calm as life off the grid was for David, it was also lonesome. He was bisexual, so you would think he had more options for lovers than most, but that only applied if he had any human contact at all... which generally he did not. When he did go into the city it was to get supplies. He had no formal job now, but still plenty of work to keep his food supply growing and keep his land in shape. Or keep Baphoment in line. He was often jealous of his dog Cerberus's ability to just curl up and lick himself whenever he wanted. It was closer to sex than David was getting. One day though, he caught sight of something he never expected to see- his horse Ixion was about to get mounted by Baphomet! The damn goat had gotten horny himself, and used a stack of hay to climb up and try to scoot his way up the giant muscular horse rump! Ixion clearly had no protests, his own massive pink and black mottled meat pillar was hanging lazily below him, fully out of its sheath. David was stunned at the sight at first, his brain struggling to comprehend a goat and stallion mating. With a frusterated grunt he yelled at Baphomet to cut it out. He had to go over and grab the billy goat by the gruff of its neck and drag it down. He then shifted the stack of hay to be three tall instead of two on the bottom and one on top, so the goat could not use it as stairs again. Again, Ixion did not seem to really give a damn either way, but Baphomet was clearly upset, and cracked David in the shins with a quick smash of his horns before grunting and trotting off in a huff. That would leave a bruise. Damn freeloader goat.
David found himself spacing out trying to wrap up his chores for the day, thinking about the odd sight of the two male animals with their dicks out. His horse was about to get more sex than he has gotten in a year, and he wasn't even looking for it. And that damn goat needs to learn he can't just wander around doing whatever he pleases, whenever he wants! He groaned at the erection in his pants, bent at an awkward angle. Why couldn't some sexy stranger randomly mount him? He had to reach into his pants to shift his erection to a comfortable angle, but the moment he bent over slightly to do it, Baphomet took his change to ram him in the ass! David flew head first at the fence grabbing onto the lower of the two horizontal planks to stop himself from falling flat on the ground and Baphomet bit into his pants and yanked them down his legs! David bent his legs to get his knees on the ground and lift himself up, again yelling at the goat to behave for once in its life, but was again ignored. Baphomet's bright pink shaft once again in view as he thrust into the surprised David. It hooked its front hooves around his hips and started thrusting into him right away, rather than working up to speed. David was going to protest but it seemed sort of too late now. Baphomet was already in him, he was already penetrated by a goat whether Baphomet got off now or not. There was also the fact the goat seemed very good at fucking- his narrow cock bopping David's prostate, causing bursts of pleasure to explode in him with every thrust. His own dick was only half mast now because of the shock, but still drippled pre from the pleasure. He missed sex... maybe this was fine. He did sort of need this. No one else ever had to know he did it with a goat. David hit his peak quickly, cumming onto the ground, though the goat continued to spark pleasure as it continued towards its own peak, having more sexual stamina. Baphomet gazed intently at David's backside as he climaxed and his tail bone started to grow out a bit. The human did not notice at all because the pleasure of his orgasm overtook his other thoughts. Baphomet eventually came into him, bleating loudly in triumph over the human who always tried to tell him what to do. When the goat came though, the distended tailbone on the human quickly bloomed into a triangular tuft of fur... a goat tail.
Before David caught his breath and his thoughts settled back down, Baphomet pranced off out of sight. As disgusted as David was at having just been fucked by a goat, it did feel amazing, and it felt so good to finally properly get off again after so long. He sat against the fence, with his pants around his ankles, catching his breath and taking in the afterglow of orgasm. The sky was turning orange now in dusk. He did not even realise he was gawking at Ixion's huge dick swinging around under him lazily. When he did though, it was because his own erection returned in full force. Damn that stallion's cock was tremendous. Poor Ixion had been worked up by that damn Baphomet, but left hanging. Maybe... David could help him? It seemed cruel just leaving him like that. Such a glorious cock needed to be properly worshipped. David's pupils became oddly shaped as they started to stretch horizontal and his mind fixated on the thick cock dangling in the open. He went over to the horse and crouched below, petting his side a few times so he did not stantle the big guy just suddenly grabbing his dick. He clould barely get his hand all the way around it, if the horse actually tried to fuck him it would absolutely annihilate his ass. Stallions do not get off from pleasuring the shaft like humans though- to coax it out you can gently fondle the balls, once it is out the glans and to a lesser extent the medial ring were where you needed to focus your efforts. David cupped his hand on the broad head of the phallus, and then grabbed it around the medial ring, using gentle pulsing squeezes on it. Ixion nickered in approval, taking a few awkward mini steps back and forth, causing his heavy balls to swing around. He clearly wanted something to actually mount, but David was far too small. Smaller than he should be. His clothes were slightly loose on him. David inhaled the scent of the stallion's massive tool and his pupils continued to stretch horizontal as his thoughts devolved to nothing but cock. He switched positions to squat infront of the huge cock, cupping the balls with one outstretched arm, grabbing the medial ring with his other, and placing his mouth over as much of the head as he could fit. As soon as the stiff rubbery flesh entered his mouth he came a second time without even touching himself, catching him by surprise and causing him to fall to one knee. It did not take much sucking to cause the glans to double in width as it flared giantly and exploded cum into David's mouth and he swallowed it all without even thinking. That was the last thing he remembered from that day.
David woke the next day after a night of wild dreams of beastly sex. His actual dreams were forgotten the moment he woke up, and his blowjob on Ixion was a blur in his memory, making him wonder if that had been a dream. His pupils were back to normal now, though he did still have a goat tail and was slightly smaller... neither of which he actually noticed. What he did notice though was his raging erection. Figuring it would get his heart pumping so it was as good as any way to wake up, he started masturbating. He imagined all the hot men and women he had crushes on over the years, but kept imagining Baphomet's grunts and bleating when he had sex yesterday as well unintentionally. In his fantasizying he failed to notice his pubic hair changing, becoming softer and thicker, spreading over his balls more to become a layer of fur. His ears stretched out a bit, becoming almost leaf shaped but not quite there yet. His mind kept ping-ponging between trying to imagine sexy humans and unintentionally picturing Baphomet as he approached orgasm, and his pupils stretched sideways again. His fingers and toes started to get really stiff and cramped feeling. He finally climaxed and his pupils returned to normal, though the rest of the alterations remained. He had to get a shower to clean up and start the day. He could not remember returning to the house at all last night, or if he had even finished all his chored before the damn goat interrupted him.
When he went downstairs his brow immediately hardened again. The front door was wide open, a few flies had gotten into the house because of it, and Baphomet was infront of an open fridge licking milk off the floor beside a carton he knocked down and stepped on to get the fluid out. David was so out of it when he returned to the house last night he never fully closed the door, and of course the damn goat took full advantage of the opportunity. How he got the fridge open was anyones guess.
"Damnit Baphomet! What a damn mess! You are not supposed to come in here... though I guess I was the one who left the door open. I can see why you would want to come in here and check it out, I guess." His face went red. "A-and... about yesterday. That was bad! But... I have to admit, you are a pretty good fucker."
Baphomet raised his head up as if he was actually listening for once.
"Maybe the next time I get desperate for a lover I can just ask you, hahaha..." His laugh was nervous, not quite beleiving the words coming out of his own mouth.
Baphomet's pink pillar started to peek out of his sheath slightly and the goat dashed to him quickly.
"W-woah, not now! I didn't mean literally... ah, down Baphomet!"
Baphomet stood on his hind legs trying to knock David off balance, getting the human to stagger back to the wall at the foot of the stairs up to his bedroom. Baphomet nipped the edge of his pants and fell back to all fours- because David was slightly smaller the pants came off easily, even though they were still fully done up! His half erect dick flopped into full view of the goat. Even if he was really turned on and not filled with confused feelings, he doubted it could get fully erect after he masturbated only twetny minutes ago. The goat surprised him again, half-standing, placing his front hooves onto David's knees and gently took his dick into its mouth. It did not look at his junk though- Baphomet seemed to be looking straight into his eyes... which was a bit odd and unnerving. The goat gently sucked the cock, but if anything it seemed to lose strength and soften more. It felt good, and David was doubting the situation less and less, but for some reason his dick seemed to go the opposite direction. His pupils started to stretch horizontal again and as horny as he felt, his penis was completely limp now! Baphomet took it out and nudged it with his nose as if trying to see if it had any life left in it, but no. David did not know why it was limp, he was very horny! Not wanting the goat to leave him like this, he got down on his hands and knees trying to indicate he wanted more, even if his junk did not show it. Baphomet took the hint immediately and mounted him without question. It felt just as good as the day before, even though he was not as pent up. Maybe even better than last night... now that he was not in a panic trying to resist it. Maybe this was how they bonded, and finally stopped butting heads? As dirty as the act was, David could not deny the stubborn goat was a damn fine fucker. Enraptured by the feelings of the goat pounding him, David did not notice his body starting to get smaller again. His ears fully became leaf shaped and moved unconsciously toward sounds. Two pale spots of skin formed on his forehead and swelled out a bit as the bone below them grew. His moans sounded a bit more like Baphomet's. His cock started to dribble cum weakly from having the prostate pounded, even if the dick itself remained flaccid, and as it leaked the penis itself started to shrink a bit, becoming still weaker. Two black spots formed on his crotch looking like moles as the goat came into him again. Baphomet did not linger this time either, happily trotting out of the house, his hooves clicking on the kitchen floor as he left, and David remained panting on the floor for some time. His fingers barely moved and felt so stiff now, his nails thick and black... didn't he clean them in the shower? His pupils reverted to ovals- not quite all the way back to normal.
He felt so strange. He needed to figure out why Baphomet acted this way, and try to make himself an ally of the goat. He was apparently a legendary lover, and someone David wanted to befriend, but Baphomet was always acting in defiance. David pulled his pants up, finally noticing something off when they were barely able to stay on. His clothes were really baggy for some reason, but he had other things to figure out right now that were more important. He went to his computer to look up goat habbits to try and figure this defiant creature out. Out in the sticks, the internet connection was horrendous, so looking up information was about all his PC was capable of. When he looked that up though, it almost immediately lead him to goat mating habbits specifically. His brain started to get tunnel vision though, one hand reaching down to his still slumbering penis under his pants as the other started to look up goat penis and goat sex. Since it was educational, even sites that normally had nothing sexual allowed on it, still hosted videos of this.
His penis felt so soft and small for some reason, even though he was once again so damn horny. Touching it though, his wrist rubbed the two mole-like bumps on his crotch and the skin around them started to puff up and out, swelling up. His butt felt empty and wanted more Baphomet in it, so he half sat up and reached past his withered junk to finger his butt, but stopped at his taint. It felt really good for some reason to press in on his taint. And the skin there had an unusual amount of give to it. He watched videos of goats fucking, unknowingly whispering bleats along with them as he fondled the soft flesh behind his genitals. With soft pops the swelling bone in his forehead finally ruptured the skin without blood- since the blood drained out from those spots as the bone stretched it. Two tiny nub horns now stood from his head, but again he was far too distracted with what he was doing to notice them growing in, and they were out of his visible range. It felt so good to press in on himself there, and he was so, so horny but still his dick was unmoved. So... weak, and useless. He did not need it to get fucked by Baphomet anyway, so he did not particularly care if it withered anyway. And it did. It slowly started to shrink even more, and so did his balls. His eyes shot open in fear a moment as he felt the skin break where he was pressing and rubbing, thinking he had somehow hurt himself, even though there was no pain. He shivered at the good feeling of touching the insides of this new opening though. His pupils started to stretch out again, and concerns about his changes once again were overriden. He thrust his fingers into this new opening and it involuntarily clenched in pleasure, compressing his fingers to the point where the blood flow was cut to them. When he slid it back out though, his fingers still felt numb from being partially crushed. He raised his hand up to realize... there was no hand there. He could not feel his fingers because he did not have any- there was a small cloven hoof where his hand was! And juice on it! The opening was sodden with slightly salty, viscous liquid. He used the hand he did still have to touch the hoof, feeling the odd pre-like liquid to try and figure it out, but his brain was barely working at the moment through hormones so the odds of him deducing it were slim. As the liquid was spread to his hand though, it started to undergo the same changes! The fingers fused together as the nails grew together and got larger and larger. The pinky and thumb receeded into dew claws as the nail overtook them entirely. Rather than be terrified that he wound no longer have any hands in a matter of moments, his mind recognized the shape of goat hooves and immediately started to fantasize about goat sex again, completely spacing out of what was actually happening. As if encouraged by his train of thought his feet started to crack and pop and turn to hooves as well. His entire body started to shrink even more, and his penis and balls became absolutely tiny and underdeveloped- no longer able to acheive erection at all. The opening he created though continued to grow and deepend, and the folds of flesh lining it thickened and became pillowy. What had been mere mole-like dots on his crotch were fat cones of flesh, and two large mounds of fat forming below them, rising like dough in an oven, like a pair of boobs, only on his crotch. No longer having hands he thrust his hips forward and back, rubbing the newly grown pussy against the seat of the chair, soaking the surface with its juices as he softly bleated like a goat, bracing his new hooves on the table. He watched the goats having sex and imagined that was him and Baphomet. Him? Her? Her.
She looked down in frusteration at her useless clothing. None of it even remotely fit! Why was she wearing any of it anyway! The shirt drapped off her arms, barely making contact with her actual torso at all because of the difference in size. The pants were on only because it was pinned between David and the seat. The moment she tried to stand they would fall away. Her boobs were getting really big, and jiggly. So round and soft! Baphomet will LOVE these! Baphomet will... fill these with milk. As they swelled still larger, the two mounds were revealed to be attached to each other- not breasts, but an udder. David slid off the chair askwardly, knocking it over in the process. He wanted to show Baphomet her new udder! Its so big, he won't be able to resist. She should grow even bigger for him! As soon as her hooves all hit the ground it almost looked like her arms and legs broke, and let out loud snaps. In actuality though, they were changing shape, and the impact had only woken that change up. The structure and proportions was changing to be more goat. The fur that had started in her crotch spread up her underside, not touching the udder of course. Fur spread up her spine and across her thighs from her tail. As it approached her head eventually, her human hair started to fall out. Her horns got even longer and larger, thickening as they pushed out farther. Her penis felt so tiny and worthless... like she could not feel it at all. She tried to look at it but her huge tits completely covered the view- heck they took up almost all the space between her legs. In actuality, she did not really have a penis at all anymore to be able to feel. The balls were yanked into her to devolve into ovaries, while the scrotum flesh was pulled into the labia to become one and the same. The penis itself became weaker and smaller, losing shape till it was an oddly large clittoris. Her udder started to press on her legs, as if trying to spread them for her. Its surface so smooth and taught, the huge cone shaped teats demanding to be sucked. Her nose became broader and flatter, but also seemed to stretch farther down and somewhat merge with her upper lips, becoming a bit triangular. David's hooves clicked on the floor as she hurried out the still open door to find Baphomet.
Her heart skipped a beat in a bit of panic when she found him! Being a real stud he was already getting his rocks off on another beast! Baphomet had worked up the dog Cerberus and then lifted himself up with Cerberus' shoulders, sticking his dick in the dog's mouth for a blowjob, having been inspired with his last encounter with David.
David's pupils tightened, becoming rounder again. "You d-daaahm goat. Leeeaaahve thaah daahg aaahlone!" The pupils stretched back horizontal. "Faaahck meeee, nat dahg!"
As she spoke her neck kept stretching longer, making it very hard to speak human words. Why was she speaking human anyway? Baphoment did not speak human. She had to laugh at herself internally for being such a weird goat. She was lucky such a strong, normal goat like Baphomet was willing to breed her still. This was his land she was on after all, he was the dominant male here, he even subdued all the other males. Seeing a female goat, Baphomet immediately pulled off Cerberus and trotted over to her. David's pussy tightened in anticipation, causing her clit to tighten and shrink to a normal size- erasing any evidence it had ever been a penis. Baphomet already wet his cock in a mouth though, and wanted to finish, so he jumped up and placed his hooves down on her shoulders as he thrust his cock into her mouth instead. She was surprised by the sudden face fucking, but relaxed almost immediately and started to work her tongue around his shaft. Having been worked up though, Cerberus was not pleased at being ditched and walked around behind her, quickly taking David by surprise and mounting her from behind, slamming his cock into her new pussy. The feeling was explosive, not only was the pussy sensative already by default, but this one had literally just grown in and had never been used for anything before this moment. Her udder rocked back and forth from the force of the two beasts spit roasting her. Blood rushed to her head with adrenaline of being fucked by these strong males and the blood pressure in her head started to stretch her face out. With soft clicks from her jaw, it stretched longer and longer as her teeth all flattened. Baphomet's cock fit better and better into her much longer mouth. Her mind started to go blank as Baphomet literally fucked her brains out. No longer able to form complex thoughts even when she wasn't enraptured by hormones. Every last trace of a human stretched and deformed to that of a goat, erasing any evidence this nanny goat had ever been the human David. Even Cerberus was unable to recognise by scent that he was fucking his former master. He thought it was just a new goat. For a moment she thought how she was now completely goat, which then lead her to wonder what she was changing from, if she was only just now fully a goat? In that moment her pupils shivered, as if trying to change shape but failing to. With the next thrust in, the two males once again distracted any line of thought she had to sex and the glorious cocks ravaging her. Both males came at the same time, shoving into her from either end, causing her to scrunch up her body between them and felt her insides stretch out with their hot sticky love.
Baphomet dismounted, chuckling internally at the blank look on the face of the nanny goat he just fucked, still connected to his dick with a thin strand of cum. This damn goat better behave on his new farm.
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The Friday of Homecoming arrived and the girls returned home from school. Edith, Becky and Sam disappeared into the barn doing chores. Trish and I got ready for the big date. We dressed into casual clothes, took along warm clothes for the ball game, plus our formal dress for the banquet and dance. The back seat of my car was loaded down, plus a couple surprises for her.
We drove to town and found a parking spot, locking the car, we walked hand-in-hand to a spot along Main Street. This location was near a corner and we would have an excellent view as the parade would pass. We sat on a wall ledge and talked as we waited. "You're excited?" I commented.
"Kind of." I see the smile across her face. "Yes I'm excited."
"Let's have fun today. Okay?" By now others were lining the street and seeking good vantage points. A couple guys from the dorm, I'd known earlier in the year walked by.
"Hi, Mark. How are you doing? Haven't seen you for a while? Who's your date?" one asked.
I introduced Trish to them, and then introduced them to her. We talked for a while about the big game, discussing strengths and weaknesses of our team. "Should be a good game." He said, finishing the conversation. They were to meet some others. "Gotta run, Mark. See you at the game. Are you two going to be at the dance?"
When I indicated we were, he looked at Trish, saying, "I'll look you up." Then he left.
I chuckled and shook my head as he walked away. "What was that about?" Trish questioned.
"Never mind him. It's just that he'll date anything that wears a skirt. Right now he figures you are a college student that he has somehow missed. He's interested in asking you out."
"Really? I don't think I'd be interested." Then she added, "Besides, I've got the date I want."
The parade arrived within a few minutes and we were regaled with the marching band, Homecoming Queen and her court, displays from different fraternities and sororities, plus several merchants. As the last float passed us, the crowd began to disperse. "Come on. Time for the game."
It took us nearly 45 minutes to get to the car, make our way to the stadium, and park again. The crowd was larger than I'd remembered from last year. The game was an important one, not for our team, but for our rivals. Should they win today, they would be conference champs. If they lost, another school would come out on top. For us, win or lose, it wouldn't make any difference, BUT we were determined to snatch the victory today, just to rub their noses in it.
We arrived at the field and after passing through the gate, took a seat on the bleachers. It was a cold afternoon with a crisp wind blowing from the north. The band performed a pre-game show, the cheerleaders jumped through their routines, and the teams took the field.
By half time we were ahead by 3 points and my voice was becoming hoarse. Trish had gotten into the spirit of the game and was as enthusiastic as everyone else. Walking to the concession stand she stuck her hands deep into my coat pockets. The wind had picked up and Trish was chilled. I purchased a chili-dog and a hot chocolate to warm her up. "You look cold. Hope this helps."
"Thanks, it does." She said while smiling.
The concourse is very crowded and we pick our way through towards the opening leading to our seats. A hand taps me on the shoulder and I turn around and see my friend Ron. "Hey, man, it's good to see you again. Where have you been keeping yourself?" he asks.
Briefly I explain about the farm work and I was staying there for now. "Where's Marj?" I ask. Ron and Marjorie had been dating when I first started school here. Now they were engaged and planning their marriage after school was out, next summer. Though we were not close friends, we had maintained a steady acquaintance.
"She'll be along in a minute. She had to use the restroom."
Just then she pulls up beside Ron and I introduce Trish. Marjorie reached out and they shook hands. We talk briefly for a few minutes.
"Say Marj, could you do us a favor?" I asked.
"If I can. Whatcha need?"
"Trish is new around here and she needs to change her clothes for the banquet. If we meet you in front of the Student Union, could you show her where to go?"
"Glad to, Mark."
"Thanks. I appreciate it." I say and hand her a slip of paper. I take Trish's hand and lead her towards our seats. Over my shoulder I say, "We'll see you by the SU."
As we take our seats, Trish asks, "What was that piece of paper?"
"A surprise." I said.
The contest between the two teams was very intense. Our guys were battling hard and the score remained close. We remained up 3 points through the 3rd quarter. At the beginning of the fourth they were able to move the ball and managed to score a TD, even against our defense. On the next drive, our team moved the ball down the field, and it looked like they were going to score. But on 3rd and 2, our man fumbled the ball and as it rolled towards the goal, the other team fell on it. With that stroke of luck, and the discouragement to our team, they took the ball to our 25 yard line before we stopped them. They connected with a field goal, were up by 7 points and 4 minutes to play.
Our guys get the ball back and are moving it down the field. Time is running out and we need a score. The coach called a time out and we can see the team huddled around him by the bench. When the whistle blew, we made an amazing play. The QB caught their defense napping and tossed a pass to our Tight End. He was off running and almost made it to the goal. Their man was able to push him out of bounds at the 2 yard line. The next series of plays are executed and we push the ball over the line. Tie game with 2:14 to play and they have the ball.
Can our defense hold them? This will be the test. Ever so subtly, they begin a series of short passes and march down the field; we cannot stop them. They are playing the clock well and it appears likely that they will score. At our 35 yard line, 20 seconds on the clock, they have two more plays. If they can move the ball 5 more yards, stop the clock, and kick a field goal, the game is over. We MUST stop them. Our coach calls our last time out to setup the defense.
Trish is into this game and yelling with the crowd. "Do you think we can stop them?" she asks above the roar.
"I don't know. We can only hope."
The whistle blows, the ball is snapped and their QB tosses a perfect pass right into the receiver's hands. Suddenly our side is on their feet and yelling. As I look, it dawns on me that the receiver was from our team and he was madly running it down the sideline. It was like a slow motion comedy, our one lone man was being chased by 6 or 7 of their team. They wouldn't catch him, either. The clock expires just before he crosses the goal line and we win the game. The stands are in bedlam. The crowd has gone crazy. We win. We WIN. WE WIN.
Trish and I are literally hugging each other over this victory. As the crowd calms down, we find our way to the exit and out to the parking lot. We overhear snatches of conversations about the amazing play which gave us the unexpected win. This would be a topic of conversation for a long time to come. I am still full of adrenalin and I lead us into a small park. The sun had gone down a short time ago and the field lights added to the illumination in the fading twilight. I was feeling euphoric and Trish was full of fun. She began to tickle me. I am ticklish, very ticklish and she had found my weak spot. We soon were rolling on the grass and she worked to get their hands under my coat and onto my ribs. My hands are flailing, both trying to get her to stop and to also tickle her. We were laughing so hard and before I realized it, Trish was on the bottom and I lay on top. As I rise up, my hand brushed against her side and landed on her breast. This was not my intention so I attempted to move it. Her fingers then found their way under my coat and into my ribs, my arms collapsed and my hand closed on her breast. Despite my best efforts to avoid it, the result was obvious; unintentional, but obvious. I cried out "Uncle, I give up. You win. You win."
We were exhausted and lay there panting. I finally stood and pulled Trish to her feet. She took this opportunity, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me soundly. I returned the kiss and we lingered. After we disengaged, she turned to me and she placed her hand in mine.
"Come," I say. Traffic was lighter and I steer the car towards the SU. After find a parking spot, we carried our change of clothes and arrived at our destination. Marjorie was waiting for us. "What took you two so long?" she questioned.
"Got side tracked." Trish volunteered, grinning.
"Go change into your dress, and I'll meet you back here when you're ready." I say.
Trish and Marjorie head off towards the women's changing room as I mosey to the men's area and slip into a suit I had rented for this occasion. Now, I'm not one to dress up much, but I wanted this evening to be special for Trish. If this was her first date, and I believed it was, I would make it into a truly memorable time.
Putting my regular duds into the duffle bag, I stowed it into a locker and returned to our meeting point. Trish and Marj hadn't returned, so I waited. In fact, I waited nearly 20 minutes. Marjorie came out first, with Trish following immediately behind, so that I couldn't get a glimpse. I had risen to my feet as Marjorie approached, then Trish stepped out from behind her and my breath was taken away. "Oh wow, Oh my." Was all I could say. In all the time I had known Trish, she usually wore jeans and sweatshirts. Occasionally she would wear a skirt and blouse to church. But I had never seen her dressed in a gown like this. Edith had purchased the gown, special for this date, and had it modified to fit Trish. She was absolutely stunning. "Wow." I say again.
"Do you like the way she looks?" Marj asked.
"Holy smokes, Trish, you're beautiful."
"Sorry about the delay, but I was fixing her hair." Marj added.
And indeed her hair did look lovely. Marj had brushed Trish's hair, left the sides hand down, and then pulled the center back, placing it in a high pony tail. The arrangement was beautiful. I must have been gawking 'cause Marj poked me. "Oh, yeah." I said. I retrieved a box I'd slid under a chair and opened it, removing a corsage. Stepping close to Trish, I pinned it on her gown and stepped back to admire. "You look lovely." I said. "Absolutely lovely."
"Thank you." Trish said.
"Pretty as a picture; don't you think, Mark?" said Marj.
That brought me to my second surprise. Each year a local photographer came and set up his cameras. Anyone could come for a sitting. Often many of the couples had their picture taken, and for an extra charge, he would have them ready by the time the evening was over.
I leaned over and gave Marj a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for everything. Tell Ron, I appreciate him letting me borrow you for these few minutes."
"My pleasure. Trish is a real beauty and a real lady. She's special. Hang on to her, Mark." With that, she departed to find Ron.
I escorted Trish to the photographer's area, filled out the forms, paid my money, and we had our pictures taken. We had individual pictures taken and several shots of us together. Trish didn't talk much during this time, but her eyes were shinning. She was the center of attention.
Next stop was the banquet hall, and I escorted her to the room. There were tables arranged around the sides, with the center of the floor cleared for dancing. We selected a table and as I walked her to our chairs, I noticed several people were turning to look at Trish. Whether it was from wondering who this new person was, or whether if was because of how she looked, it did not make any difference. She was drawing attention.
Four couples were seated at each table and I didn't know any of the other folks we were with. A professor and his wife were among our group and we became animated in conversation. During the course of the evening he inquired about Trish, saying he hadn't seen her on campus. Trish explained she lived in the area, but was attending another school elsewhere. All day we'd been leaving the impression Trish was attending college; we just never bothered to correct this misconception.
The meal was served and an orchestra played. Later, while the desert was being served, the coaches from our teams were asked to stand and address the audience. They poked jabs at each other's team, all in jest and we were rolling in laughter. The meal was finished and the tables cleared. The orchestra started playing tunes for dancing.
"Trish," I said, "would you like to dance?"
"I don't know how to dance." She replied.
"I don't either. Shall we learn together?" I stood and extended my hand.
She took my hand and we moved to a section of the floor that was not crowed. Tentatively we started and at first we were clumsy. However, as the evening progressed we learned and were enjoying our time very much. Several times, other men would ask Trish for a dance. She politely declined, but thanked them for asking. In the ball room, there were a few outstanding women, and in my mind, Trish was one of them. I honestly saw other folks, from a distance, watching her.
The evening moved on, and the clock struck twelve. But this Cinderella didn't change. She remained beautiful. About one o'clock, people were leaving and Trish and I left, going to the photographer to pick up our prints. As usual, he had several different prints in our packet, hoping we would purchase additional ones, which I did. Trish wanted an 5 x 8 of each portrait, plus an 8 x 10 of the two of us. I purchased some wallet size of each, and an 8 x 10 of us both. This last one was for Edith.
"You ready to go?" I asked.
"No, not really. Can we go get something to eat?"
I bow before her, "Your wish is my command." Then I help her get her coat on.
Arm in arm, I walk her to the car and we drive to a local restaurant which stays open 24 hours. Entering, we are shown a table and we sit side by side. "Are you having a good evening?" I ask.
"Oh thank you, Mark. It's been better than good." She hugged my arm and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
The waitress took our order and we talked until it was served. After we had eaten, Trish yawned, she was tired and ready to go home. "Come, let's get this princess home, she needs to turn into a sleeping beauty."
We drove home and walked into the house. She turned to face me; I took my hand, lifted her chin and kissed her. Her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck and we held this for a long time. As we separated Trish said, "Oh no, I forgot. I'm to help mom milk this morning."
"Go on to bed." I tell her. "Let me help your mom."
"Mark, are you sure?"
"Scoot. Go to bed. I can't sleep anyway."
Giving me a quick kiss, "Thanks." And she went to her room.
I slipped downstairs and changed out of the suit, got into my work clothes and went to the barn. Edith had arrived a short time earlier, but was not surprised I had volunteered to help.
"You gotta tell me everything that happened last night." She demanded.
As we worked together, I related the evening's events. I'm not given to much detail, and Edith would ask questions to further enhance events. I shared the events of the parade, the game, meeting with Ron and Marj, the pictures, banquet, the dance, and our time at the restaurant.
"You have pictures?"
"Yeah, here." I pulled a couple from my wallet. As she looks at them I add, "I have an 8 x 10 of that one at the house for you."
She lifts her eyes to mine, "You're a handsome young man. She sure is pretty. Isn't she?"
"Yeah she really is."
"Did you kiss her?"
"Yeah, twice."
"Twice, huh. When?"
"Just now, when I brought her home. And once in the park."
"What happened in the park?"
I hesitated at this point and Edith picked up on it. "Mark, either you can tell me, because Trish will. It's your choice."
So I related the events and where I had touched her, inadvertently.
She was quiet for a long time and I feared I was in trouble. It was a mistake and not intentional. How could she hold that against me? When she next spoke, her question caught me completely off guard. "Mark, do you love Trish?"
Pausing, I say, "I don't think so."
"Mark, I know Trish. She'll believe it was intentional and you were showing her affection. Now tell me why you DON'T love her?"
"Edith, she is a kid. That makes a lot of sense."
"As smart as you are, you can sure be ignorant when it comes to women. Look, from the first day Trish met you, she has had a crush on you. Mark, I know she adores you; she loves you."
I am blown away and stand there dumbfounded.
"How old are you Mark?"
"21"
"How old is Trish?"
"16"
"Wrong. She'll be 18 next month. She is a woman and she is interested in you. Those kisses and when you fondled her will have given her the idea you cared. She and I have had some talks and you were the topic. I have known for a long time that she loves you, she loves you beyond reason, Mark. Lately her one big wish has been that you would show some interest and date her, but you haven't shown any. It was my suggestion to take her to homecoming. I think you need to talk to Trish and get some things straight. If you have absolutely no interest in her, let her know. On the other hand, if there is the least possible chance, she should be aware."
For the last three minutes, I had not moved from where I stood. The things she was sharing were mind blowing. Then Edith asked the defining question.
"Mark, look at me."
I did.
"I think you love Trish; but you aren't willing to accept it. What would your life be like, if Trish were suddenly gone? Don't answer, think about it and tell me later."
We didn't talk any more and proceeded with the milking and chores. One of the heifers hadn't come in and would need to be checked on. We finished up about 9:30 and headed to the house for breakfast. The younger girls were up and had the table set. We sat down and soon had the food gone. I was dead tired and hadn't slept for over 24 hours. "I'm going to bed. Wake me for chores."
Crawling into bed was easy, but sleep wouldn't come. My mind turned that question over and over. What if Trish were suddenly gone? What would my world be like? My thoughts considered the possibilities of loosing each of the girls, of Edith being gone, of them all being gone. There was one overriding theme; I didn't want to loose Trish. The others, I'd miss terribly, but Trish, no, I didn't want to loose her at all. She was enjoyable to be around and the times spent doing chores were some of the most fun times. I must have dozed because I was suddenly wide awake and in a cold sweat. A dream was haunting me, in it Trish was gone. The clock read 1pm. Still two hours till milking. Edith's words made sense, maybe I did love Trish. Maybe I didn't. I wasn't sure. How could I know? Maybe ... Maybe ... I fell asleep.
The alarm jerked me awake and I reached over to shut it off. The time was 3am and I'd slept 14 hours straight. I must have needed it. Putting on my clothes, I head to the barn. Flicking on the lights, I put together the milking machines and drop down the feed. The cows are patiently standing at the gate, waiting to be let into the holding pen. I open it and let them in. A quick check lets me know that the bulk tank has been cleaned, so I begin milking. Busily I clean off the udders and apply the milking cups.
A hand rests on my shoulder and I turn and see Trish. "Mom asked me to help you this morning."
Pointing towards a couple cows, "Could you start with them?" She moves off and begins her chores.
Me, I wondering how much Edith had talked to Trish. Probably a lot, but where does that leave me? Within a few minutes the two of us are in a rhythm. A fresh group of cows is let into the barn and we work as a team, cleaning their udders, feeding them, and putting on the machines. Silently we work together, knowing what the other is doing and understanding what is expected. Time passes and it's 9 o'clock as we finish.
"Trish, did you and your mom have a talk yesterday?"
She looked up in surprise. "Yeah, we did."
"Was I the main topic?"
A much longer pause, so I ask a second time, "Was I the main topic?"
"Yes." She finally said.
Looking at each other we stand just inside the milk house. "We gotta talk, and this is not the place to do it."
"Mark?" she starts and then stops, I wait. She takes a breath and lets out a deep sigh. "Yeah, we do have to talk."
"Your mom probably has breakfast ready. We need to clean up; today's Sunday." We walk to the house and our hands find each other's. Glancing up, I see Edith working by the kitchen window as we cross the yard.
We enter the house; I smell the bacon and hear Edith saying, "Sam, Becky? Breakfast is ready. Mark and Trish are here. Let's eat."
Quickly, kicking off my dirty boots, I wash my hands and return. The girls are coming around the hall corner and take their places at the table. After everyone is seated, we dig in. General chatter is heard, along with the clink of forks against our plates. I am listening while Becky complains about what to wear to church, Sam asks a question about the youth group, Trish brings up a problem with one of the cows and Edith is acting as referee to it all.
The meal is nearly over and Edith says, "Mark, Trish, take the rest of the day off. The girls and I will go to church and do the evening chores."
"Mother, what's going on?" asked Sam.
"Not fair." Whines Becky.
This was one of the few times I ever saw Edith take charge in this manner. She wasn't allowing any discussion and would brook no dissention.
Trish looked at her mom with her jaw open. I reached over and lifted a finger against her chin to close it. I gave her a nod indicating to her 'Let's go'. As we left the table we could hear the protests of the girls but Edith held firm.
Trish and I each took a shower, changing into clean clothes. The two of are walking out the door and Edith stands in the kitchen watching us. "Are you setting us up?" I asked.
"No, I'm not. The two of you need to get this talked through. What you decide is between you."
Driving to town, Trish slid over next to me and held my arm, placing her head on my shoulder. "Where do you want to go?" I asked.
"To the park, on the swings."
That's where we went. We pushed each other for a while and then moved to a bench beside the pond. We talked while watching the ducks. She talked about her sisters and how Sam was too much of a tomboy while Becky still wanted to be a little girl. She loved her sisters but thought they were such 'pains'.
We are silent again; the ducks drift to another area of the pond. Glancing over at Trish she has entered into that trance. Here eyes are unfocused with a distant look, she's not moving and lost within some mental reverie. A number of weeks ago I'd asked Edith about this and she didn't recall seeing it. I watched Trish before reaching out and taking her hand in mine. Her eyes came back to the present, looking at me. She smiled at being caught.
"Where were you?"
"Dreaming"
"Its about me, isn't it?" I asked.
She nods.
"And in these daydreams, we're married, aren't we?" I push.
Her eyes get big with surprise.
"Maybe you dream we have kids." I venture.
"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." She said as the realization suddenly sunk home that I know. She placed her hand over her mouth.
Taking her hand I pull her to her feet and we stroll around the pond. Neither of us was talking, we were waiting for the other to begin. Already a couple of hours had passed. I decided to start the ball rolling. "Your mom said we need to talk this through and I've been avoiding it till now. It's only fair you know where I stand and I need to know what you're expecting."
Ever so briefly her eyes catch mine, then drop. "Ok." she said.
"So, do you love me, Trish?"
Her silence was deafening, I wait. We probably walk like this for 3 minutes and not a word spoken. Another couple had brought bread, tossing it to the ducks. The woman handed Trish a slice as we passed. Tearing off a corner, she throws it near a brown and green bird which snatches it up. Another minute passed and I wait.
Then, almost too quiet to be heard, "Yes. I do love you." Smiling, she looks at me.
"Mark?" she asks, and I know what's coming next. "Do you love me?"
Even knowing her question, I mumble and stumble for words. "Last night, I had a dream. In it I couldn't find you, you were gone. I woke up in a cold sweat. It scared me."
She waited.
My mind is in a fog and I search for words. "Do you remember that time on July 4th?"
She nodded. "Yes."
By now I'm searching for words and not knowing what to say. "I think I told you that I wasn't looking for a girlfriend. And I wasn't. Then you asked if I COULD like you as a girlfriend. My reply was something like 'I easily could.' That was true, but I wasn't looking. Oh, Rats, this isn't going very well. I don't know what to say."
Gently, she places both her hands on my chest. "Just say it anyway you can."
I take her hands in mine and hold them close to me, looking into her eyes I feel drawn to those deep pools. Suddenly something clicks. I haven't been looking for a girlfriend, because she's been right in front of me. There hadn't been any search for someone to love, because she was here. It had been hidden by a failure to look at Trish as a woman. I'd thought of her as a child; daughter of my employer. The other night, our date to Homecoming, she was a high school girl who wanted a date and I was helping her wish come true. I'd never considered it as more, but Trish had. I was the dumb one.
Like a puzzle the pieces fell into place and like a torrent my emotions were released. No longer is there any question in my mind. No longer do I have doubts. What I'd been running from, now I was running towards. Mentally I embraced this knowledge and all it entailed. I'd stepped through my fear and found I was walking in the sunshine of Trish's love. There was no turning back; heck I didn't want to turn back.
Trish is patiently waiting, watching as the myriad of emotions cross my face. I'm smiling now and as our eyes meet, I feel like I'll drown in those shimmering pools of blue. "Trish," I confess," I love you. Oh God, I love you. I just never knew."
She tucks her arms in, drawing closer and I envelop her with my arms. My hand is cradling her head and I stroke her hair, her head is against my shoulder. Slowly she and I rock back and forth, my fingers running through her hair. Over and over I'm saying, "I love you. I love you. I love you."
Our walk around the pond continues and we return to the bench seat.
"Tell me about these daydreams you have?" I asked
She blushes. "It's been a dream of mine. Hoping some day we'd get married."
"But I haven't been very cooperative, have I?"
"Sometimes you'd indicate you liked me. Then you wouldn't. I was confused. Mom and I talked about you and once she suggested I should forget thinking of you as a boyfriend. So I did, and then you kissed me. Remember, in the milk house, on the 4th?" From no attention to that. What was I supposed to do?"
"Trish, guess I've been kinda dumb. When I first started working here, you were a young girl; daughter of my employer. In my mind, you didn't grow up, you remained a kid. It was fun working with you, it was enjoyable; you were enjoyable. Mentally and emotionally I never allowed it to become more. I couldn't because I worked for your folks. My heart wanted to get close to you, but my mind wouldn't let me. So I gave mixed signals."
I pause and Trish asked, "So?"
"I'm in love with you and I feel like I want to tell the whole world."
"Where do we go from here?" Trish asked.
Slowly I smile, then grin, and I laugh.
She answers her own question with another question. "A ring?"
"Do you want a ring?" I ask her.
"You haven't asked me yet."
Dutifully, but in all sincerity, I kneel, take her hands in mine and ask. "Patricia, will you marry me?"
"Yes I will. In a heartbeat."
Holding out her left hand, she asked, "What about that ring you mentioned a minute ago?"
"Want to go look for something now?"
Her answer was to wrap her arms around my neck and we kissed.
"I can't afford anything extravagant 'cause I am only a 'hired hand'."
She giggled, "I've had this love for you and dreamed some day we'd get married. It was a secret dream I didn't share with anyone, not even mom. I didn't believe it would happen, ever."
"You're Mom knew you loved me."
"Yeah, but she didn't know what all I was dreaming."
"Come on." I say. Walking back to my car, the sky looks the same, but something is different. My outlook has changed. I see things and want to share with someone else. Before, my thoughts were for myself. Now I want to voice my thoughts to Trish. It's almost without thinking, I'm talking and sharing ideas with her.
48 hours ago, if someone had told me I'd be like this, I'd say they'd flipped. It's not that I fell in love with Trish, the fact is that I'd been in love with her for some time. I simply never knew it and it was revealed to me. I wasn't giddy with love for her, I was deliriously in love.
We drove to a strip mall and browsed through the stores, looking. There was no possibility I could afford a diamond, and Trish understood. We located a Cubic Zircona that she liked. I had it sized, paid for it and we walked out of the store engaged.
For the rest of the day, we didn't do much. We walked and talked at the park, I took her to a restaurant and we talked some more. We were making up for lost time. Before we realized it, the evening had become late.
"Do you think I should wake mom up and tell her?"
I smiled and then chuckled.
"What? What is so funny?"
"Yes, I think you should wake your mom up. But no, you won't need to tell her. If you were to take the ring off and hid it, she would still read your face and know. Your mother is one smart cookie."
Trish removed the ring, placing it into her purse. "Let's try." As she smiled.
Arriving home, Trish went to rouse her mom and I headed to the basement to turn in. It had been a long, event filled day and I wanted to get some rest. I was asleep, dreaming about Trish, when a soft knock was at the door. "Mark, can we come in?" Edith asked.
Still groggy, I mumble a 'Yeah' as I pull the covers over me.
Edith and Trish open the door and turn on the light. Edith finds a chair and Trish sits on the edge of the bed. Trish has the ring on her finger.
"You two kids certainly don't waste any time." she commented
Trish chimed in, "You were right, she guessed. She knew."
"I wanted to congratulate my new future son-in-law." Edith said as she grinned. "What are you planning now?"
I took this moment to tease them both. "Well, we had been thinking of waking up a Justice of the Peace to get married tonight and elope, but felt that it wouldn't be fair to you or the girls."
Trish's mouth dropped open, then saw the twinkle in my eyes.
Edith turned to Trish, then me, "You were thinking what? Don't you two even THINK about eloping. I wouldn't allow it."
I chuckled and then laughed out loud.
"I want to congratulate the two of you, I know it is late but this is such great news. The two girls will be jealous when they find out?" She said looking at me. "Come on you two, let's go to bed."
Waking later, I look at the clock, it's after 3am. I heard Edith upstairs moving about, getting ready to do the milking. I got dressed and headed to the barn. She was already letting the cows into the holding pen. "I thought you would still be asleep?"
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Ivan stirred in his sleep. Feeling a warm fuzz next to him, he pressed further against it and heard a sleepy purr. His eyes snapped open and he leapt back onto his feet, back against the ice wall, fists up, ready to defend himself, but he didn't see the werewolf from last night, he saw...the most beautiful khajiit he'd ever seen. Her fur was a light tan, almost golden, turning to a peach color on her hands, paws, and the tips of her ears and tail. Her figure was just right, cute and sensual but not overly so. Her breasts were perfectly in proportion and had a natural perkiness and support that he could see even without her moving, and, though Ivan didn't notice this at the time, her pussy lips were perfectly shaven, and would remain so naturally. Ivan slowly crept back towards her reaching out and running his hand over her short headfur, just to make sure she was real. It was like someone had taken everything he'd ever dreamed of in a lover's body and made it real...which is probably exactly what Nocturnal had done.
"Nocturnal..." he whispered, and suddenly felt the fog of waking up vanish as he remembered what had happened last night: the quest, the glacier, the werewolf, the deal, and the mating. Her eyes fluttered open, and she slowly looked over her shoulder at Ivan, before copying him and flying back to the opposite side of the cave.
"Who are you?!" she shouted, baring her fangs and unsheathing her claws, "Where am...oh...right."She relaxed a bit, "You're Nocturnal's pet."
"Excuse me?"
"Your mistress commanded you to be my mate for her and my Master's pact, did she not? That seems to imply ownership to me."
"Okay, you've got a few things turned around. First off, I'm not anyone's pet! Second, Nocturnal doesn't 'command' me to do anything. And third, before you even ask, I wasn't told that some werewolf bitch would be all that was waiting for me here!" he shouted, before sitting down on a rock and sighing, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't take it out on you."
"Take what out on me?" she asked.
"The fact that I've journeyed thousands of miles, expecting some great treasure or artifact, and instead I find..."
"Me..."
"Yeah, nothing personal just...sigh"
"Well, if it makes you feel any better," she said, sitting down next to him, "I was tricked into this to."
"How so?"
"Well, my Master told me that a great hunter awaited me to be my mate, instead I got some blasted freelance adventurer...no offence."
"I'm not an adventurer," Ivan said, "I'm a thief."
"Ah, I heard some members of the pack talk about thieves."
"Really?"
"They said you were cowards who stole from innocent people for no reason."
"Oh...well." Ivan was silent for a moment, "I'm not that kind of thief."
"And what kind are you then?"
"I only steal from nobles."
"Nobles? What are they?" Ivan's first judgment was that she was kidding, and then he saw that she was really oblivious to what a noble was.
"You've never been to a city, have you?" she shook her head, he'd have to explain in terms that she could understand, "Nobles are people that rule over large groups of other people."
"They're like Alphas then?"
Ivan pondered a moment, "What do Alphas do?"
"They care for the pack, make sure that everyone's happy."
"Then no, nobles control people for their own benefit, not for the benefit of those that they rule. They use the people as tools to gain more for themselves. And the people, who do all the work, get little to nothing." Ivan said, "What I do is, I take things that nobles have and take them to the thieves' guil...uh...my 'pack'...and then we sell them and, while we do take some to support ourselves, the Grey Fox gives a lot of the profits to the beggars...people who need it most."
"A fox does this?"
Ivan chuckled, "No, the man is called 'the Grey Fox.' It's his title...like a name."
"Oh, I see. So you are a hunter then?"
"What?"
"You take what you need from others to help both yourself and those in need. You're a hunter, like my master said. It's just that you stalk a different kind of prey."
Ivan thought about it for a moment and decided that it wasn't too big of a stretch. *Funny*, he thought, *here I was expecting a wild bimbo and here I get a philosopher*. He wasn't complaining, but pleasantly surprised. He hadn't met many people in the guild with thoughts on anything but loot, let alone an attractive Khajiit.
"So," she said, "What are you called anyway?"
Ivan turned his thoughts back to the conversation, "My name's Ivan, Ivan Lightfoot. What's yours?"
"I..." she paused, "...I had a name, but I can't remember it...but my pack calls me Dayhunter."
Ivan was puzzled by her answer, "What do you mean you don't remember?"
"When I was very small I lived somewhere else with my family. Then, some men came in big boats. They set fire to our home and took me and several others away. For many moons we sailed and it got colder and colder. Then a storm hit and the ship capsized and sank, I clung to a piece of wood and drifted to shore. The storm was still raging and after wandering a bit I collapsed. When I woke up, my Master was crouched over me. He'd been out hunting when he found me lying in the snow. He gave me the gift of lycanthropy and let me live with the developing pack. The other werewolves called me Dayhunter because I stayed half beast even after sunrise. So, I just never used my old name, I hadn't even thought about it till you asked."
Ivan nodded, "That's interesting. Do all werewolves get new names?"
She shook her head, "They aren't new names; they're just what we call them by. One member of our pack is named Byork, but we call him Rockhide for his endurance in a fight."
"Yeah, I don't suppose anyone would run in terror from the fearsome 'Byork.'"
She laughed, and for some reason that made him smile. He liked seeing her happy. "So," she asked, "How'd you come to know your mistress?" Ivan stiffened; it wasn't something that he'd ever told anyone about, almost no one ever asked and those that did quickly became aware that he wasn't talking. He was about to be evasive about it when he was suddenly overcome with the urge to tell her everything. It wasn't like he was being forced against his will, he just wanted to tell her, wanted to trust in her, as she had trusted in him about her past... "Oh well, can't hurt to tell you I suppose, but you'll need to know a bit more about me..."
eighteen years ago-
The seven year old Ivonius Lex sat at the long table, a wide grin on his face, a glace of punch raised with the rest of his family as his father Lord Octavios Lex proclaimed a toast, "To new beginnings!" he shouted, the rest of the family cheered, "Once this shipment comes in, our troubles will be over for good!"
"HERE! HERE!" they all shouted, the adults downing they're wine, the children their punch, Ivonius glancing around at the gathered people. Lord Lex sat at the head of the table, a kind man who, unlike most nobles, treated commoners as equals, some of them even sat at the table right now. Needless to say, this didn't sit too well with other nobles, who refused to trade with the Lexs' small holdings, thus dragging the family into deeper and deeper debt, until Lex managed to set up a trade deal with a Dark Elf noble in Vvardenfell, hence the celebration. Ivonius, however, wouldn't understand the point until years later.
To his father's left was his older brother Hieronymos, years later he would be the head of the Imperial Watch, mortal enemy of the Thieves Guild and the Grey Fox. For now, however, his dreams lay in following in his father's footsteps to empower and inspire the people.
Finally, on his father's right, was his loving mother, Lady Herana Lex. While plain in looks, she had a fire in her heart that served as a beacon of hope to all around her, though that would fade soon enough. Others gathered around the table were of all kinds: Cousins, Uncles, Aunts, Commoners, Dark Elf Emissaries, and many more celebrated alongside each other.
At that moment, however, there came a hard knock at the door, "Come in!" the guests all shouted cheerily, but all gasped and then fell silent as the door slammed open and Count Umbranox, flanked by two local nobles and several Legion soldiers, stormed into the room, "OCTAVIOS LEX!" he shouted.
Ivonius's father stood up, "Yes?"
"You and your family, along with everyone else present, is hereby under arrest!" Everyone started shouting, some in anger, some in fear.
"On what grounds?!" Lord Lex demanded.
"That information is privileged. Also, any possessions are to be impounded until further notice."
"But we've got a ship coming in filled with cargo! If we don't get it sold we'll be forced into poverty!"
The count looked at Ivonius's father with pity in his eyes, "I'm sorry Octavios, but I have no choice." He said, making a motion to the troops behind him, the two other nobles grinning at each other as the soldiers started grabbing the guests. Ivonius ducked and wove to avoid the grasps of the men, running out of the manor and into the streets, a few guards running after him. He dove into an alley, pressing himself against a crate, chest heaving, tears running down his cheeks.
"Help," the child cried, "Somebody help!" a breeze fluttered through the alley, feeling like the calming touch of his mother.
"Relax child," his breath slowed, "Make the shadows around you your sanctuary," his tears stopped, "Let them cover you, envelope you, become you, and be safe." Ivonius felt calm, at peace, at home, he slowly shifted deeper into the darkness, his movements somehow innate, instinctive. The guards flew down the alley, right by him without noticing anything.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"I'll always be there for you Ivan," the name wasn't his; his name was Ivonius, but this name felt somehow...right, "Get some rest child, you've got busy times ahead of you." Ivan followed the suggestion, curling up in the arms of the shadow, watched over by Nocturnal...
Now-
Dayhunter had listened intently as Ivan told her his story, asking a question when she didn't understand something, "So what happened next?"
"Well, I spent several years on the streets of the Imperial City; I stole to survive and eventually joined the Thieves Guild. The cargo spoiled in port so to cover the debt, the local nobles split my father's land into pieces and Hieronymos joined the legion for money. As for my father, his spirit was broken in prison and when I found him and my mother he'd become a drunk, violent man. In a drunken fury he beat my mother to death and his own son, Hieronymos, had to execute him for it. None of them even knew that I was still alive, I'd taken on the name Nocturnal had given me, Ivan Lightfoot, so as far as anyone knows, Ivonius Lex died on the streets that night. That is, everyone except you now." He looked into her eyes, they were green and shone brightly, even in the dim light of the ice cave.
Something passed between them, not a message but a feeling, and then their lips were together, their hands grouping each others' naked bodies. Ivan knew that somehow this was different from the playful sex he'd had with Nocturnal, and definitely different from the forced, pitiful coupling he'd had with Dayhunter last night. This was true lovemaking, when the drive is not lust but affection, when the only concern was not one's own pleasure, but that of one's partner.
She pulled away slightly, holding him by the shoulders for a moment, "Wait, over here." She said, pulling him deeper into the cave, around the corner that he'd been about to duck behind as she caught him last night. There awaited them a large bed with silk sheets and covers, candles that never seemed to get shorter, and a polished ice ceiling that reflected whatever happened on the bed. Ivan didn't bother asking why she hadn't shown him this yesterday; neither of them had been in the mood for romance.
Of course that had changed as they manuveded onto the bed, laying on their sides as they resumed kissing, and Ivan's nine-inch cock met her vulva...wait. Despite being distracted by the activities, Ivan dimly realized that he'd never been that big. As he squeezed her breasts and slowly began to ease out of her and thrust back in, he glanced up at the mirrored ceiling and saw that Dayhunter had not been the only one changed. Aside from his enlarged manhood, his muscles had grown taught and strong, leaving him lithe as apposed to thin, and his hair had gained a grey cowlick within his bangs, matching the color of his fur in werewolf form.
He remembered that he could change whenever he wanted and instantly knew what Dayhunter would prefer. "If only I knew hoooooowl!" his whispered question was ended as he felt change sweep over his body at the thought of wanting to change. The fur growing all over him, the changes is his limbs and face, the sprouting of his tail, all seemed to drive the mating faster and faster...or it could be that his cock had grown another three inches, leaving Dayhunter with a foot of phallus in her vagina.
Eventually Ivan rose up, trusting even harder as he moved Dayhunter onto her back, screwing her missionary style until, with a howl, he knotted inside her, giving a final thrust as he filled her with seed, causing her to orgasm and scream in ecstasy. He then lay back down on top of her, eye to eye, "I love you" he whispered, pleasantly surprised that he could speak in this form.
"So do I," she responded, kissing him again, lightly. As his knot deflated he shifted back into his human shape, but they still remained together, as nothing more than lovers, wrapped in each others' arms.
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The Pact: Chapter 3 by Trappedashuman Lives
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It is a moment of breathless realization when one makes a mistake that they shouldn't have.
As he stared at the cuddly looking pony with his paint black and white blotched fur, pink bows skillfully braided into a long shiny mismatch colored mane, and that strange trainwreck of an outfit the five-foot-nine stud wore, Edric couldn't help but laugh and make light of such an...opulant pretty dress and those cute pink polished hooves.
He had a good laugh over that bruised looking muzzle with lipstick, blush, mascara, and long black thick eyelashes. The pony looked nothing short of a mare and Edric, a human who had never seen anyone so ridiculous in his life, was eating it all up like a buffet in a high-end restaurant.
The pony shuddered and blushed and tried to hide his face as he laid his ears back. Eyes showed whites in coyness in desperation as they tried to hide. He adjusted his pink dress nervously and nibbled lightly on his hoof-like fingernails and lowered his tail heavily like a lead weight had been tied to it.
And Edric laughed...
Because he had never seen a crossdressing stallion before in his life and could not make sense of the sight before him as anything but a joke.
The pony sniffled and cried--whining helplessly like he had his panties pulled down or something. It was ludicrous and somewhat amusing. Irregardless of what the girly horse did or didn't do, Edric just couldn't hide his mirth at the very idea of any male--human or otherwise--dressed in clothing like this. These pretty clothes were beyond his imagination.
Wind parted as a large form crossed in front of him hastily toward the dragmare and kneeled down, big muscly arms wrapping around the feminine little cupcake as a large musty stallion male whuffed lightly at the pony's perfumed mane in reassurance.
"Awww. What's wrong honey filly?" The great equine rumbles out with his oppressive but gentle voice.
The dragmare wiped a snotty nose on his lover's shoulder and smeared the sleeve of a teal blue polo shirt with metallic pink lipstick. The red roan stallion held his filly like the little pink marestud meant the whole world to him.
When Edric saw the big stallion, he shuddered suddenly; the size of that beast. Seven feet and meaty with muscle--it terrorized him to see such a creature.
"H-h-he mades fun of mehs." The pony sniffles out, looking over his stallion's shoulder and looked right at Edric.
Edric's eyes lit up, now aware that the big horse could probably beat the fuck out of him easily. How could he guess that the pretty pony muffin had a 'bodyguard' capable of making Chuck Norris shit his pants?
"No I didn't." He protested immediately.
The stallion rubbed noses with his fillyboi before looking backward like some archetype of a chivalrous knight. "Are you calling my snuggle stud a liar?"
"Nuuuu...I just laughed at him--I didn't make fun of him."
And that was the moment that set these events in motion. He had basically been kidnapped in no uncertain terms. The stallion led him along by his arm the whole way, and he knew the equine could easily break all the bones in his body and leave him on the sidewalk like a twisted sack of shit so he didn't dare refuse.
He was at their house; an immaculately cleaned mansion with the decorating sense of Dolly Parton combined with a gay rodeo. Almost every available space had been taken up with either a statue or painting of some type of horse.
The stud sat on a red leather armchair and turned on a t.v. with a remote as the little pony with every ounce of mischief in that sissified body began to pull him towards the stairs and eventually to a room at the end of the hallway.
Inside this room, it looked literally like a pink bomb had exploded over every inch of the place. From the walls to the bed, nothing was saved from the touch of feminine shade. It was a miracle that he didn't run away that moment.
The little she-pony boy giggled delicately in a girly cute way as he sat his rump on the bed and began to take the ribbons from his mane, grabbing something from nearby which he used to brush his hair until it straightened out all nicely along his shoulders and neck like a silk curtain.
He blushed and giggled some more as he fell down on his bed lazily and turned around to lie on his belly, feet kicking up and pushing his long poofy gown up to the back of his thighs as that white tail flopped about--braided with pink bows along the base smartly like a handle of a whip.
Edric didn't know what he was doing here or why the pony seemed to ignore him. The cupcake horsie seemed to just enjoy being himself as he hugged his bed, rolled a bit to the right, snagged a giant stuffed brown horse plush with cobra speed, and huggled the poor stuffed creature to death before him.
"It's not nice to laugh at others, you know." The girly horse finally whispered; the first thing he said since tattled to his daddy some hours ago.
The pony looked back over at him shyly with pretty emerald eyes and gave a faint little smile. "Let's see if you look good as a girl." He remarked as though it were just the most sensible idea in the world.
Edric shuddered; all kinds of sissy things flashing through his head like migraine stars as the pony slowly crawled off his silky pink bed with ease.
"I don't-"
The girly mare cut off his protest with a delicate placement of his hoof fingers on Edric's mouth. "There's no need to make this harder than it needs to be. Daddy promised me a dolly to play with for the day, and I always wondered what kinds of clothes combinations I could try out on a full-size doll."
The pony winked in a cute little way as he turned toward his closet door, opened it, and stepped into a walk-in closet. He returned a moment later with a baby blue formal dress like Victorian women would wear at a tea party.
He giggled as he rooted laid the dress on his bed and rooted through his dresser for blue lace panties, a silk B-cup brassiere, and a sandwich bag filled with blue ribbons. "Ohhh! I'll have to braid your hair, and take pictures, and do make-up, and cuddle, and we could have a fashion show-r maybe a tea party-r play wedding!"
The little horse was animated and excited as every new idea passed through his head, and Edric hoped that we would be too busy thinking about these things that the whole day would pass without him having to debase himself just for one misunderstanding.
But he was seriously wrong.
The pony came toward him threateningly with a pair of scissors. "Please take off clothes or mommy will cut them off, okay dolly?" He giggles out innocently, waiting to see how Edric responded.
That wasn't much of a choice, but he still hesitated due to his inability to accept what impossible scenario was playing out before him.
"Snip! Snip! Hurry dolly or I'll have fun playing doctor too!" He giggles as if this is the most fun thing in the world.
Edric looked into the energetic eyes of the pretty horse and began to peel out of his clothes as the strong atmosphere of perfume and pretty smells just smashed into his senses like a waterfall.
A unicorn painting stared at him as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor as he waited restlessly for how the pony would react--hoping that the little horse wasn't seriously going to dress him up and play with him.
The pretty slut snorted impatiently, yanking down his pants with impatience and giggled with a blush as Edric's briefs and bulging package came into sight.
"What a big lump you got there." The little frilly filly observes as he grabs the blue panties from his bed and begins to stretch them playfully before Edric. "We'll have to tuck that under to make sure you look beautiful."
Edric blushed himself, dropping his undies and stepping into the leg holes of the panties as the horse held them out, pulling them up his legs until he could feel the sheer blue silk caress his ass in an embarassing but strangely comfortable way. He found himself blushing even more as the pony reached into his panties and pushed his limp cock down between his legs.
Then the pony had him hold out his arms to receive the brassiere over his chest and hooked it behind him. Edric could handle the panties; just pretend that their briefs or something..but wearing a bra...when the silky blue padding rubbed his chilled nipples, he found himself beginning to cry. He was unable to handle it and the pony tsk'd him gently.
"How does it feel when the horseshoes' on the other hoof?" The pony gently chides, dabbing a little silk hankie against Edric's cheek as he whispers soothing noises and rubs his semi-nude human body.
Edric couldn't respond; he was utterly horrified.
"Please be a good dolly for me. I promise you'll have fun."
He nodded as the pony took the nice dress from the bed and held it in position so that he could wiggle it over his head and through his arms.
Edric then straightened his blue dress and sat on the edge of the bed as the pony stood on the mattress and began to brush and tie little silky teal ribbons in his hair as he watched it all happen in the mirror.
Soon, he had all his make-up on and the pretty stallionmare hugged him and dragged him down to the bed where they senselessly wrestled and cuddled before the pony surprised him by straddling his belly and begun to tickle him.
"Ticklish dolly!" The little creampuff pony giggles out as he playfully attacks his new toy with a vicious rampaging assault of petite probing fingers; making Edric roll around and laugh uncontrollably all over the place like a jumping bean.
"How are my girls?!" Booms out the giant stallion curiously.
The pony immediately stops and breaks down laughing with the unexpected interruption. "Just charming, daddy!" He chuckles out loudly, flopping around wildly on his bed as if he were a little pony fish.
"Well, if you want, we could all snuggle on the bed tonight--unless your new toy would prefer to go home...in his pretty new clothes?"
Edric looked at the pretty little pony and the ridiculousness of his own dress and finally realized that there wasn't anything wrong with being a sissy boy. At least, it was okay if nobody else knew.
Slowly, the pony girl slid his dress up and exposed the bulging outline of his sheathe in pink fancy silk panties. Edric was hypnotized by the sensual beauty of it and crawled over to the little stallion, sliding his fingers under the waistband and delicately pulled the front down to show off the wide slit of his sheathe opening.
He watched in wonder as the opening blossomed with pink flesh like a rose, and the folded tip peered out like a folded bit of pink shiny rubbery leather; the entire surface wet with cock juice as he leaned his head in and began to lick at the pony cockhead with a hungry passion of licks and sucks--each slurp of pony juice like nectar on his lips and down his throat.
"Dolly likes to play doctor too, huhs?" The pony moans out and giggles as he lifts his dress further in submission.
Edric enjoyed the musty dirty taste of horse cock and despite the cleanliness and pretty perfume smell on the rest of his body, he still got quite a taste and smell of funky male pre.
The petite little body shuddered from his delicate assault of tickling cock licks and the smell and lust rolling through his body distracted Edric from what was happening behind him.
Even as he heard a chuckle come from behind, his dress was rudely pulled up and his ass spanked with a firm hard hand like he deserved it.
"Mmmm yeah...filly's new toy is going to play with Daddy now." The great beast of sexual horseflesh breathed with a deep throaty amused chuckle as he felt those thick fingers begin to pull down his panties.
Edric freaked out and tried to escape, crawling away from the big horse--but the little pony had him pinned easily and used his own body as a bench to lift Edric's half-exposed butt in the air and ready to be bred.
He screamed and thrashed as the pony held him in place and never let him go even as Daddy licked one of his phallic-sized fingers and rudely pushed it into Edric's buttonhole with one slick juicy thrust before he strangely felt himself calming and enjoying the sensation as his ass throbbed and sucked desperately on the thrusting digit.
For hours, his girly bottom was inflamed with long sensuous or rapid fast finger fucking as his body shuddered and simply took in the pleasure no worse for wear than a mare being used by a stallion.
The stallion began a harder series of thrusts up against his man nut, and with every slow devastating smash of finger against his prostate, he felt a wave of pleasure build in his body to an irreversible result.
With one vicious yet pleasurable shove of three painful fingers all cramming into his ass and all each the width of erect human cocks, he felt as his hole body spasmed to several ass-spanking blows from the randy smiling horse and found himself...
His cream erupted from his cock at the speed of light and saturated the front of his pretty panties in an unmistakable froth of sticky hot man jizm of such volume that it leaked out copiously onto the pony below; who giggled with every ticklish drip of warm seed onto his belly.
Edric shuddered with the afterglow as the stallion pulled his panties back up, nibbled lighly on his asscheeks, and lowered the dress with one pop to his satin-covered rear.
He rolled off the pony onto the bed, where the girly creampuff horsie and his Daddy both mounted the bed and cuddled with his tired well-sated body.
"This is my favorite dolly, yet!" The pony giggles out, planting a sloppy cute little kiss on Edric's cheek and smudging his makeup.
"Uh huh. And I think he looks like he wants to play house with us some more." The masculine stallion muses, licking Edric's ear with a hot wet horse tongue and grabbing his wet messy cock through the fabric of the panties, playing with it much to the human's joy.
Sandwiched between two horses, he realized that this was probably a good mistake and he didn't regret it at all.
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A dolly for pony by FluffyPony
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*A thousand "Thanks!" to Bob from Illinois for his valuable help.
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*Chapter 50: Stripping Away The Layers*
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We dug out all the fun food we could find, then made extra ice cubes since we were having company. Munchkin outlined the plan the three girls had worked out for the evening. It was pretty wild; the idea was for Carly to lose her virginity a second time.
They'd intentionally kept Jimmy in the dark about Carly and me. He knew nothing about Carly's previous plans to seduce me, or how badly I had wanted her to. So why not keep Carly's DD-Day plan a secret from Jim in case it went SNAFU?
Seems the girls were going to "talk" poor, shy, Carly into playing a 'strip poker' type game. Once everyone was naked, they had another much better game in mind...a rigged game. The game within the game was to let Jimmy think he was getting Munchkin's cherry.
If we did it right, and kept our mouth's shut, it would be just as exciting for everyone as if he really did. Especially for Jimmy, who would love it!
Carly said she was dying to see his penis, not to mention feeling a second boy come inside her. As a bonus, all five of us would get an evening of stripping, groping, and great sex. Only Beth and Lynn really knew all the "details," so even Carly got excited wondering what lay ahead; no pun intended.
Our "company" arrived about 15 minutes later. Everyone looked nice. They'd dressed up just a little bit. We carried our treats into the Living Room, there were enough food items that it took several trips to haul everything out, we had enough food for twice our number. While I poured beverages, Carly put on some bouncy country music. Soon we had a nice little party underway.
Maybe 20 minutes later, we'd eaten everything in sight, except for some peanuts and popcorn. The girls took our empty dishes to the kitchen in one trip.
Coming back into the room, Lynn was saying, "Carly...you were so blushing! I bet you're the shyest girl in the whole school."
"No way, I was just red from some water that was too hot when I showered tonight, I'm honestly not that bad." Carly rejoined defensively.
Apparently they'd agreed in the kitchen that it was time for the curtain to go up on their little show. After a bit of "Are not!" "Are to!" type banter between Carly and Lynn, Beth tossed out "So, let her prove she's not the shyest girl in the county, there must be some way."
"Larry, find me a deck of cards." Lynn asked.
No sooner said, than done; I only had to open an end table drawer beside me to fetch a pack, which I tossed to her.
"OK, Carly. We're all good friends here; we've known each other a long time. If you really aren't painfully shy let's play strip poker."
Doing a nice little staged gasp, Carly feigned shock rather nicely I thought.
Lynn looked at all of us. "Anyone here afraid to play strip poker? I'd like to see you boys lose your clothes; I'm betting you little shits would like to see us lose ours. Is everyone willing to play?"
In turn, Lynn looked at Beth, Jimmy, then me. Naturally Beth and I each nodded yes, just not too quickly, as if we had to think a moment before deciding. Not surprisingly Jim took the longest because he was genuinely stunned by the turn of events. Finally, Lynn stared in Carly's direction.
Munchkin stared back, then convincingly said "Deal the cards."
I side-glanced in Jimmy's direction; I could almost see him drooling. He never said as much, being my best friend and all, but I knew he'd been dying to check out Carly's body for a few years now. Lord knows he'd pestered me enough times to know if I'd ever caught sight of Carly naked.
As we gathered in a circle, Lynn put on one of her great, warm smiles.
"OK, everyone relax and let's have a little fun. The game is 'Five Card Stud;' all cards face up. Lowest hand has to take off a piece of clothing, no rings or junk like that. If a player loses who has already lost all their clothes, the high hand gets a 'wish' from the loser. The objective of this game is to enjoy ourselves, and to see people we've known a long time get naked."
Jimmy lost the first hand and a shirt. Beth lost the second and a shoe. Carly lost the third. There were enough shoes and socks so things were fun, but not very interesting for nearly 10 minutes.
When a barefoot Carly lost a hand, she held her head high, stared Lynn in the eye, then removed her blouse.
I lost my shirt; then Carly lost again. Carly stood, did a twirl that made her skirt flair, then stopped to stare at Beth as she slowly undid, then removed her skirt.
Munchkin was wearing a very form fitting pair of elegant panties with little roses on them. From my vantagepoint across from her, I could clearly see the bulge of her vaginal lips. Dear God she looked sexy. When Carly sat down, it was cross-legged; she didn't make any special attempt to hide her crotch. Slyly, she smiled at Beth who grinned back.
"Nicely done, Carly." Beth offered. Fact was, there were smiles all around our circle.
Lynn lost three of the next five hands. Her losing streak took her from a "most dressed" standing to only panties and bra...just like my sister. Jimmy lost again, leaving him wearing only his jockey shorts. I lost next leaving me with only my pants. Beth lost; her skirt came off. Not to be outdone by "innocent, little" Carly, Beth removed her garment with considerable sensuality and flair.
Things were about heat up...Lynn lost. The plain white bra she was wearing was nothing special, but what was inside certainly was. Holding a cup in each hand, Lynn turned her back, silently asking Carly to unclasp her. After Carly undid the hooks, Lynn slowly lowered the bra by performing a mini-strip tease. As her magnificent bouncy breasts came into view, Lynn gave them a little wiggle. A quite sincere, "WOW" came from Jim and me simultaneously.
Losing a hand left me in my briefs. An outline of my semi-erection was easy enough to see. Briefly (pun intended), I faced each girl, before I sat down to a round of applause.
The five pathetic cards dealt to Jimmy in the following round determined that that he was about to be the first of us to be totally nude. I think his dick had been rather firm, but probably being the first of us to totally strip had left his wiener thick, but dangling.
Amused, I noticed Munchkin was watching Jim's penis as it bounced while he disrobed, I could tell she was becoming fairly excited. What thoughts were going through her head? Was she thinking, "So that's the penis I'm going to have inside my pussy tonight?"
Little Munchkin lost the next hand. Standing slowly, she made a good show of acting as if she was putting on a brave front.
"OK, boys. I'm guessing you've both wondered about these haven't you?" Facing Jimmy, who had adopted a somewhat sheepish grin, Carly locked eyes with him as she asked Lynn to unhook her. Once free, Carly got directly in front of Jim, lowered her cups so he got an eyeful, then raised them back.
Jimmy exhaled loudly enough for us all to hear him clearly. His dick firmed up noticeably.
Turning to face me, Carly again coyly lowered then raised her cups. Although it wasn't really my first look, it was easy to say "You are so beautiful Munchkin; your breasts are amazing." and sound totally convincing.
Smiling, Carly faced the girls, threw off her bra, then intentionally wiggled her teats at them. The girls applauded her as the three of them giggled uncontrollably.
As Lynn picked up the cards and dealt. "I want to see another cock." was directed my way.
Damned if she didn't get her wish. My underwear hit the floor. I stuck out bit, but I wasn't fully erect yet. All three girls hooted and hollered! I must've blushed beet red; my face sure felt extra warm.
Losing the next hand, Lynn stood up proudly. Pausing a few moments for dramatic effect, Lynn worked her panties down until they hit the floor. I didn't say a word; my penis spoke for me. By the time her panties fell off, I was sticking out for all the world to see.
"Carly, I think your brother is happy to see me."
Beth and Carly laughed their tails off, at my expense. Teasing me further, Lynn made an eye contact that didn't help my situation any. If I read her expression correctly, her look promised that my erection would find it's way inside her body before the night was over. It was all I could do to keep from jumping her that very moment.
Jimmy's penis perked up a bit as well, but not quite as much. Despite Lynn's show, I kept seeing his eyes dart to the dark area just visible between Carly's partially parted legs.
On my deal, Carly finally lost her panties. Standing, she gave the same slow, teasing, disrobing ceremony that Lynn had. Jimmy not only got hard as steel, his penis began show clear droplets.
"Lynn, I think YOUR brother is pretty happy to see me too." Carly teased.
Jimmy blushed, but his erection still waved unabashedly. "Jesus, Carly, you have a fantastic body." Jimmy rasped.
"I'll second that vote." I added.
Carly made a little bow from the waist, which made her teats swing and jiggle seductively before she sat again.
"Thank you boys, I'd say your 'hardware' is mighty nice as well."
Finally, Beth lost her bra on the next hand. Cheering and applause greeted her unveiling. Her long nipples stuck way out, yummm! Pretending this was my first look, I said what was honestly on my mind.
"Beth your nipples are absolutely amazing, they're incredibly sexy."
Once the cards were dealt yet again, Beth won with the highest hand, while my so-called hand was the worst of the bunch. With me being naked already, Beth got a 'wish'.
"Larry, I want a sexy kiss from you for the nice thing you said about my nipples."
Boy was I happy to comply. Reaching her in a flash, I avidly kissed her.
"No, no, no. That was nice, but I want some tongue with my kiss." she demanded.
Leaning back in to give Beth a polite kiss, she threw her arms around my back, pulling me against her. My body felt warm breasts and those wonderful nipples push into my chest. Her body felt my hot shaft pulsing against her belly. Apparently Beth and I got into it pretty good. We when broke our kiss, the group was howling and cheering.
Trying to appear nonchalant, I sat back in my place, but my penis was now drooling, and bouncing to my heart beat. The look I caught from Carly sent shivers down my spine. I swore I heard her thinking, "Just wait until later!"
Carly had the next high hand; I had low hand again!
Looking like the cat that ate the canary, Carly remarked, "Well, well, well. Now I get to say something I've wanted to on more than one occasion." Amid a circle of puzzled expressions, Munchkin got on all fours then turned her butt around until I had a perfect view of her buns and pink slit. "Dear big brother, please kiss my ass!"
Her timing and delivery were perfect! We all burst out laughing. It was a full minute before the howling even began to subside. Lynn had tears streaming down her face. Beth, Jim, and I were gasping for breath.
When I was finally subdued enough to do it, I crawled forward towards Carly's luscious butt. Leaning in, I kissed one cheek, then the other, back and forth. I worked my way from the top of her cheeks downward. Under the heading of 'the devil made me do it,' (and Lord knows I wanted to), I pulled back a couple inches. Sticking my tongue all the way out, I flattened it. The other's could see what was coming, but not Carly. Diving in, I gave Carly's vaginal slit a big "slurp" the length of her gash.
Taken completely by surprise, Carly let out a shriek. More laughter ensued.
"I'd be ticked at you big brother, if it hadn't felt so damned good." a slightly shaken Carly demurred.
What she said was funny as hell, however, our group was getting incredibly turned on, so the laughter was short lived.
"Deal the cards. I want to see Beth's pussy." I said sincerely as I was becoming increasingly aroused.
Damn if Beth didn't escape again, but Lynn's 'win' and Carly's 'loss' promised to be an interesting alternative!
"Carly, you can say no if you'd prefer, and no one will tease you. Honest. I'd like you to kiss me the way your brother just kissed my sister. "Momentarily Carly froze, but finally stood facing Lynn. Slowly, sensuously, Lynn rose to her feet. Reaching out, they hugged.
It looked so sexy seeing their breasts meet, then bulge at the sides as the girls pressed together. We observers could see their mouths open; their faces gradually draw together.
When Lynn's tongue snaked into Carly's mouth, it began to swirl and probe. With their fronts pressed together as tightly as possible, the kiss continued. Five people were panting when the kiss finally ended a minute later.
Carly looked a bit wobbly to me when she finally sat down.
Lynn turned to her sister.
"Beth, stand up, take off your panties and show your pretty pussy to the boys." I have another game we can play, and I'm starting to think you'll never lose them at the rate we're going.
My favorite exhibitionist needed no further prompting; happily Beth stood. Turning so her pussy was square in my face, Beth eagerly lowered her panties until her exposed shaved slit was no more than three inches from my mouth.
"Too bad I don't get a wish Larry, or I'd have you kiss my ass EXACTLY the way you did for your sister."
"Oooooooohhh, damn!" I groaned. My dick was whipping around like a puppy's tail.
Suddenly, Beth spun, pushing her pussy close to Jim's face. "Did you want a good look little brother?" she asked coyly.
Jimmy groaned; his penis waved around like a 4th of July sparkler in a kid's hand. Certainly, I liked the view I now had of her bare behind. Yummmm! Eventually I thought to look towards Carly. Yep! Her eyes were drinking in Jim's proudly prancing penis.
Completely unaware that Lynn had left the circle, I at least noticed she was coming back from the Dining Room with a brown paper bag, plus a spiral notepad. Rejoining our circle, she furiously scribbled away in the note pad while the rest of us quenched our thirst. It seemed that by having so much wonderful bare flesh to ogle, no one got impatient while Lynn pretended to add to her list.
When the busy pencil at last stopped writing, Lynn had our undivided attention.
"All right gang...I'd hoped our little party might lead us to where we are, but if anyone feels they don't want to go any further, speak now or forever hold your own piece." A couple of nervous chuckles acknowledged Lynn's 'punny' remark, yet no one moved.
"Here I have a bag with 75 Bingo balls from the game closet. I have a numbered list of challenges; one list for the boys and one for the girls. We'll deal the cards same as before, but the low hand has to take a number, then complete their challenge. Anyone chickening out of a task will never be able to 'play cards' with the rest of us again. Some of the assignments are pretty 'advanced'. So, LAST chance to dress and leave." Lynn is so totally cool I thought to myself. Of us five, only Jimmy didn't know that Carly was staying for sure.
After an appropriate pause, Lynn handed the cards to Carly, saying, "Deal 'em former shy girl."
Flashing a big grin, Carly proceeded to shuffle and deal.
What Jimmy didn't know was the game was rigged. Lynn did have a notepad. The pad did list a lot of sexy ideas she'd come up with. However, Lynn and Beth figured Jim would be too busy lusting after Carly to notice that Lynn would be just telling people to do whatever she wanted them to. Since this entire "game" was her idea, she got to be the Puppet Master. For the rest of this scam, Lynn could instantly compel us to perform any erotic whim she had. We were about to become her personal, romantic robots.
As if sitting naked in a circle with my sister and all my childhood friends wasn't erotic enough, knowing we were all about to be Lynn's private players in her real-time fantasy had my pulse pounding like a kettledrum.
Lynn lost the first hand. "I drew I-23" she announced.
Following a show of consulting her notepad, "I have to play with the boy on my right for thirty seconds." Lynn flashed a lusty grin in my direction.
Inside, I was smiling big time. If I was her first victim, it was because she WANTED to get her hands on me.
(God I love this girl!( For sure brain, for absolutely sure.
Darting to Carly's face, my eyes tried to gauge her reaction as Lynn reached into my lap. Oh, God! Having Lynn's fingers grip my erection was so very welcome. My penis bounced each time she touched me. Seconds ticked by; her hand ran all around my equipment. She lifted my testicles, felt my sac, then ran her fingertips up and down my throbbing shaft.
"Time." called out Beth.
(Damn!( Yeah brain, got that right.
To my great relief, Carly appeared fascinated, but not jealous, just very interested. It seemed to me that she was feeling the same awe I'd felt that first time Beth and Jim had engaged in foreplay while I observed.
Jim was 'the loser' next. He drew G-56. "Play with the breasts of the girl on your right - 30 seconds." Lynn 'read' from her book. Like a drunken sailor, Jim beamed. Reaching for Munchkin's chest, he suddenly stopped.
"Are you OK with this?"
Taking Jim's suspended hand, Carly placed it onto her left breast. They both sighed. Jim fondled her sexy, fleshy cone. After a few solid caresses, his hand moved onto Carly's right teat. Poor guy was just getting a good fondle going when Beth called "Time."
Jim got in a few extra seconds before Beth pinched his butt for cheating. Carly truly did look a little shy at that point, her head was slightly lowered, her face was flushed, but she was still glancing often at Jim's erection. I felt flattered that she didn't completely ignore my boner, which was usually pointed straight at her.
As the next 'low' man "I-18" got me. "Play with the first two girls on your right at the same time - 45 seconds."
I motioned for Carly to sit beside me. Smiling broadly, Munchkin sat close enough to assure me easy access to her puffy vulva. Happy as clam, I reached between both Beth's and Carly's legs at the same time. Keeping my fingers close together, I massaged their engorged lips with a gentle circular motion. Both girls were a tiny bit damp when I began; both were far moister when Lynn called time.
When Lynn lost a hand, she declared the "B-2" she drew was "Stroke each boy for 30 seconds." She crawled like a cat across to Jim. Grabbing his cock, she pumped furiously until Beth sang out "Time."
Slinking over to me, Lynn raised her butt into the air; Carly must have had a face full of Lynn's pussy. Bending her face close to my groin before grabbing my shaft, Lynn rapidly pumped my erection. Immediately I felt my balls tighten. My shaft soon glistened from the seminal fluid Lynn had spread from tip to base.
"Time." Carly called.
Looking extremely pleased with herself and her results, Lynn sat back on my left where she'd been all evening.
A losing hand resulted in Carly drawing "N-34."
"French each boy while you play with his cock." Moving to Jimmy first, Carly rose on her knees then leaned forward, mouth opening, to kiss Jim. The way it was bouncing around, Munchkin had trouble capturing his erratic erection.
Seeing her hand pumping his shaft like a champ while her pink tongue darted into Jimmy's mouth, caused my cock to also do a bit of a 'Fox Trot.' My sister's butt looked so edible, uuuuumm; I could scarcely wait for my turn.
Now Carly was the one to cheat a bit when "Time" was called. Being patient wasn't easy, but I did my best.
At last Carly was walking on her knees towards me. Her bare breasts swayed so invitingly, I could've jumped on her then and there.
Damn but Carly was good, she hesitated repeatedly...as if it was the first time we'd done anything like this. Pulling out all the stops, my little sibling actress even asked, "Is this OK with you? Do you want to BIG brother?"
As soon as I smiled, her fingers curled around my grateful penis; her strokes and tongue had a nice rhythm. It was sheer joy; I wished we had an hour.
(You will, later.( Thanks for reminding me brain.
"Time...and then some." Beth softly advised us. We'd run over, the others got caught up in watching my sister and me making out for the first time. Breathing pretty deeply now, we settled back into our places.
Finally getting a low hand, Beth pulled "B-8," which Lynn appropriately enough decided to be "Suck each boy for 30 seconds."
"I better start with Jimmy. 'Sugar' there, still looks so turned on he might explode." Beth teased me with one of her best evil grins.
Munchkin's eyes bugged as she watched Beth slowly take her own brother's erection into her mouth, then suck him hard enough that her cheeks caved in.
After losing her cherry this morning, Munchkin and I had engaged in incest all day. However, seeing another girl suck her brother before her eyes was still pretty heady stuff for a less than worldly young Carly. Awestruck, she never took her eyes off Jimmy's wet penis, not even when Beth slid over to take me into her mouth.
When Jimmy drew the low hand next deal, he pulled "I-17" from the well-worn bag. Pretending to match 17 to a list item, Lynn declared, "I'm bending the rules a bit here. Instead of just Jimmy having to finger each girl for a minute, let's have both boys do it. Any objections?"
Considering I nearly had my finger into Lynn before she finished speaking, she was able to safely assume that I certainly didn't mind.
Jimmy had Beth get on all fours to finger her. For no particular reason, I had Lynn lay her back against my left side. She spread herself wide giving me easy access to her pussy, Munchkin had a perfect view of my middle finger working in and out of Lynn's slippery vagina while she awaited her turn. Guess Jim and I were both saving my sister for later.
Carly finally spoke up. "Time, I hate to interrupt, but if I don't, I won't get in on the action."
She drew some mild giggles, but we were all starting to get remarkably aroused.
When I moved from Lynn to Carly, Jim left Beth for Lynn. As I'd done with Lynn, I guided Carly into leaning back against my torso. Apparently eager for attention, her legs spread well ahead of my reaching for her. Munchkin's head lolled back, mouth open; my finger easily wormed into her tight pussy. I couldn't resist kissing her face or nipping around her mouth as I fingered her. Altered breathing patterns betrayed her rising excitement.
Recalling how turned on I'd been when I'd first watched Lynn, Beth, and Jimmy engaging in sex play, my guess was that Carly probably needed to come soon. Carly's eyes were glassy by the 'time' we had to stop.
By the time Jimmy took over from me, Carly was as limp as a sack of potatoes. He laid her head in his lap. Turning her face, Carly discovered she had a very close up view of Jim's jutting erection. Pulling her legs open still wider, Jim slid a swirling finger into Carly. A serene smile made it plain to all that she was thrilled to feel our lifelong friend exploring her insides.
Wasting nary a moment, I began kissing Beth while sliding my finger in and out of her slippery pussy. Both girls made wet squishing sounds as our fingers probed them.
Suspecting Munchkin's critical condition, Lynn crawled over to whisper, "Don't stop until she comes. I'd say she really needs it." into Jim's ear. Jimmy nodded.
Crawling on until she reached Carly's left side, Lynn placed Jim's free left hand on Munchkin's right breast, encouraging him to fondle it. Carly moaned! Her hips were undulating; rising to meet Jim's hand. He slid a second finger into the sweet, juicy pussy he was stimulating.
Munchkin was already emitting a steady, low moan when Lynn leaned down far enough to avidly suck Carly's left teat. Running her hands all over Carly's body, Lynn did everything possible to push Carly over the edge.
"OOOOoooooohhhh, yyyeeessssssssss!" Carly's unblinking eyes stayed glued to Jim's erection, but her hips bucked wildly. Experiencing the climax her body had demanded, Munchkin had a glorious orgasm as two people made love to her body.
It took my sister a long time to rejoin our group. Meanwhile, from watching Carly get off, Beth was ready to pop. Slipping three fingers into Beth, I French kissed her the best I knew how. When Beth heard Munchkin come, she only lasted a few measly seconds longer. Rocking her hips against my hand, her tongue slid into my mouth. Damn; it felt incredible holding sexy Beth against my body as she came. Beyond a doubt I was going to need some serious relief soon myself.
Rejoining the living: Carly and Beth finally sat up and our circle reformed. It was plain to see the group was dying to know what came next.
*Please vote if you enjoyed my story. This journey continues with Chapter 51*
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*Connor's POV:*
'Hey stranger, how are you holding up today?' Leo teased in his mock-Southern accent. I love it when he does that, it makes him sound like a sexy cowboy.
'I'm good, and you?' I smiled, he didn't have to know about the stuff with Caytlin. I didn't want to bother him with that, and I didn't want to think about it now that I could see him again. One whole day without Leo had been tough for me. I mean, I'm not *that* spoiled, but I really did get used to him being available whenever I wanted him. It's like I got a minor addiction and had been forced to go to rehab for a day.
'I'm fine, thanks.' He grinned. 'You'll never believe what happened to me on the train this morning, *you* of all people are going to love this!' He tried to contain his laughter. In turn I tried to contain myself from telling him not to contain his laughter because the sound of it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I listened to him talking about his day, he's the only person that's been able to make *me* laugh in what seems like months. Even if iI really tried to listen to it, the story about what happened to him on the train got kinda drowned out. It took only seconds before I was just staring at him.
His grey-blue eyes that resembled a wild and stormy sea, perfectly contrasted with his thick dark-blonde locks that fell over his forehead. I liked the black snap-back he was wearing, it suited him very well, but I couldn't help wanting to reach out and pull it of his head so that I could fist my hands in his hair. So I decided to drop my eyes to his mouth instead.
Bad idea.
He'd told me he'd worn braces, like me, and it had been a good thing for both of us. Unlike me though, he still wore them at night. But his perfect pearly whites were not what had me drooling more than once a day, even if they did give Leo his jaw-dropping trademark smile. His lips... *Oh man.*
The things that I had imagined those lips doing to me, with me, and *for* me varied in a spectrum that went from sweet and cute to filthy and outright disturbing. I swallowed when I noticed he was trying to remember something about his story and had decided to bite down on his lower lip. And then he flicked his tongue out to lick his lips before continuing.
It was like he knew exactly what he was doing to me when he leaned back from his phone to show off his man-cleavage which was visible through the open buttons of his olive-green button-up. It's a good thing I am sitting straight up for this conversation instead of laying on my stomach because there sure as hell would be a hole in my mattress right about then.
I adjust myself down below and all but shake my head, forcing myself to keep it together. He isn't even really here and I feel more comfortable and uncomfortable with him than with anyone, like he just sucks up all my stress and problems for a little while. When we're talking about everything and nothing.
Well, *he's* talking because I'm a puddle of unused, piled up teenaged hormones and.
I scanned his face as he talked away excitedly. Crooked nose from that time he fell off his bike and broke it, one of the stories that had made me laugh.
He had been paddling home from school late and he had been completely exhausted. When he turned into his street he was met by a bunch of zombies and ghosts. Apparently he had forgotten it was Halloween that day and people were roaming the streets in full costume on the hunt for candy. He'd screamed like a little girl and rode straight into a brick wall.
But then everything that happened to him that he told me about, wether it was good or bad, he'd always have a smile on his face. I didn't understand how someone could be so positive and beautiful and just generally *good* even though he went through so much.
And by going through much, I don't mean him breaking his nose.
He had told me about losing his grandparents to a variety of terrible diseases. About his stubbornness in being himself, which gained him a few good friends, instead of a bunch of really popular fake ones. This actually made me look up to him a lot.
And he had trouble in school because... well I'm not really sure about that. I'll have to ask him sometime.
But still he was so positive and joyful all the time. All of those experiences sounded terrible to me, yet he handled them so lightly and with that easy-going, down to earth attitude.
Hell, I stopped going to school at 12 years old. Compared to *his* life, mine was a piece of cake, I had everything coming to me ever since I was born. I had all of my family, acting and modelling opportunities were lining up on my manager's doorstep, growing up in a wealthy family in LA was definitely easier than growing up in a small town in eastern Holland.
Leo is amazing. And I am falling head over heels for, and am very impressed by him. Even just the sound of his voice makes my heart beat faster.
'So, how was your day? You look like you ran over your own puppy. Twice. Are you okay?' He asked once he was done with telling his story, a worrisome look in his eyes.
*Please* not you *too*.
'*No*, nothing's wrong with me! I'm fine, why does everybody fucking say that!' It came out angrier than I'd meant it to. So I immediately gave him an apologetic look. To my surprise though, Leo's smile grew bigger still.
'Okay, so you're on your period? How's that working out?' He snickered.
I rolled my eyes at him, but I had a hard time not grinning when I did. He caught me.
'Aha, there's that smile I've been wanting to see.' And he matched that statement with his own grin. 'So, you want to talk about what's wrong? I mean, we don't have to if you don't feel like it.' Leo said hesitantly, his grin falling a little.
I was happy he was so considerate. The thing was, he's both the only person I can really talk to, and the one person I can't talk to about this particular thing that bothered me. Because I obviously couldn't tell him how I feel about him, for like a *thousand* reasons.
And yet, there were another thousand reasons why I desperately *did* want to tell him.
He doesn't know I like guys, I don't know if *he* likes guys, he thinks I have a girlfr- Whoa!
Hold up!
I do!
I do have a girlfriend! Shit this stuff is getting too complicated.
'So, do you want to talk about something else then?' Leo asked, that gorgeous grin almost completely gone now.
'No, no it's just... drama with Cay... Haven't seen my friends for a while. Been busy. My life's just a little stressful lately and... I don't really know how to fix it.' I spilled inspite of myself.
I felt like I could trust Leo with it. Although I really didn't want him to worry about me or have him thinking of me as if I'm some stressed out freak who can't handle his own shit. My rising doubts were quickly doused though, when I looked back into his eyes.
'You're so lucky I'm here, you know that?' A smirk played at the corner of his lips. But his sincerity shone through his teasing.
'You have no idea.' I winked, feigning boldness when I was actually elated and felt carefree now that I knew Leo was going to help me figure things out. The wink though, was planned. I like doing questionable stuff like that, maybe I can find out if he's into me... Or *guys* at all. He does seem a bit nervous everytime I try something, but that can mean two *very* different things.
'Right, uhm...' He mumbled, clearly uncomfortable.
...Mission completed?
'So, let's start with your friends and put Caytlin on hold for a second, alright? Friends can help you with all the other drama too, and they are forever, you know.' His sexy british accent had me daydreaming, and *hot damn* was it a naughty one.
He looked a little more serious now, like he really *was* worried about me. Those piercing blue eyes looking straight into my heart and soul. His worrisome look made me feel warm inside.
Now that I was thinking about all those different and attractive qualities he has, it's obvious why they picked him for the part in the movie, I can read all of his emotions straight off of his face. But eventhough that should make him an open book, he still manages to make me feel like he's completely in control of himself *and* me. As if he *wants* me to read his thoughts off of his face.
'Okay, so friends first.' I repeat after coming out of my small daze.
'Yes, tell me, why haven't you spoken to them lately? Have you been fighting, growing apart, what?' It felt like talking to a psychologist, but a hot one, and less annoying.
'I guess... grown apart. We just haven't been in touch lately, been busy with the career and stuff.' I said truthfully, waiting for his next question. Which didn't come, 'Oh, that's bad... growing apart is harder to remedy than having a fight.' He said carefully, rubbing his chin in thought. He looked so cute.
Wait, what?
'How's growing apart worse?' I asked anxiously. I thought it wasn't that bad.
'Don't worry, it's not *that* bad. But you know, friends can easily make up after a fight. Growing apart might mean that you became less of friends overtime, other interests that you haven't talked about and that sort of thing. Just don't worry too much alright? Like you need more of that.' He said. 'Those frown lines on your pretty-boy face don't need friends.' He laughed when my mouth dropped open.
'Excuse me?'
'What?'
'Frown-lines? Seriously?'
'Oh look, there they are.'
'You better shut the hell up L.'
'Why would I, *C?*'
'Why don't you go fuck yourself?'
'Why don't you come and do it for me?'
That put an abrupt and awkward stop to our playful banter. A blush crept up on both our faces, and I tried to push back all the blood that was racing towards my member.
Leo was the first to recover.
'Uhm... just try to talk to them more, y-your friends I mean. When's the last time you saw any of them?' He asked quickly.
Holy fuck. What the heck just happened? Did he... Well no matter. Don't get your hopes up Con, you guys were joking.
*He* was joking.
I had to respond.
I hadn't really talked to him about my friends, actually. I had forgotten to mention them... it made me feel kinda guilty.
'I haven't spoken to any of them in like a month or two actually, you're right I should reach out to them.' I said, looking down at the keyboard of my laptop. The mood suddenly made a complete U-turn.
I laid on my stomach looking at Leo's handsome face, half a world away. Was it fair to rely on him for helping me with my problems?
'You always know what to do, don't you?' I said softly.
Sappy. But true.
'Well, I'm glad you finally noticed,' he said, smiling and patting imaginairy dust off his shoulders. It made me grin, wider than it should have.
'I did consider a career in psychology once, actually. Maybe I need to rethink my life choices.' He said in a matterf-fact tone.
'Yeah, as long as you don't bail on the movie.' I said raising an eyebrow at him.
'Of course not, couldn't do that to you stranger.' He said, his deep voice once again dripping with cowboy. The thing in my briefs that stirred before was now very awake.
And then he winked at me. I shifted as he popped a grape in his mouth and sucked on it.
I hadn't noticed the bowl of grapes in front of him before. It hit me like a sneak-attack. He wasn't doing it on purpose, probably. But shit, I was a goner. He continued talking as he started chewing on it.
'So, you're going to talk to your friends more, that's your first homework assignment for today. Now for the second part: What's with the missus, hm?' He said mockingly. A grin spread on his face. That didn't seem like he was bothered about me having a girlfriend.
'Yeah... uhm, Cay's just been acting weird... kinda clingy, and a little slutty at times. Almost like she's turning into one of those girls that I tried to avoid. She doesn't seem like herself anymore.' I said with a face, trying to send some signals to Leo.
It didn't feel good to blame all of our relationship problems on Cay. I mean, she's turned into a real bitch, that's for sure. But I couldn't deny the lack of attention I had for her. Her being possessive and my disinterest caused a rift between us.
But I couldn't help it if I was gay, could I?
I knew what Leo was going to say: "Maybe you did with her what you did with your friends, maybe you should give her more attention so she doesn't constantly has to ask for it." But the difference between her and my friends was, I didn't really mind me and Cay growing apart all that much.
All things considered, I don't really like her anymore and she doesn't even seem to care at all. She wasn't lying when she said plenty of other guys would want a piece of her. Word get's around pretty quickly around here, social media and all... And besides, looking at Leo in front of me I thought, maybe it's time I just end it. It'll be better for both of us anyway.
'Jesus Con, calling your girlfriend skanky sounds like a shitty thing to do. What was she like before?'
I knew he was right.
'I'm sorry. You're right, I'm acting like an asshole. I can't pinpoint the exact moment we started to hate on each other. She used to be sweet and patient and really fun to be around. Now she's the complete opposite.'
I know that the same probably goes for me. But I didn't want to admit that to Leo.
Or myself, I guess.
'So, maybe she needs, no no, *deserves* more attention,' Leo said.
Figures.
'Wow you're a genius.' I smirked, rolling my eyes at him.
'Hey, don't mock my inner Dr. Phil you unthankful piece of entitled Hollywood shit. I know girls.'
'You do?'
Fuck. He does?
'Yes I do, and don't you look so surprised. You need to spend time with her. It's as simple as that. She feels like you don't like her, you being so busy with your career and all.' I felt a little proud at being able to predict what Leo was going to say, and knowing that he cares about my relationship with Cay. Eventhough I would have liked it more if he had been really jealous, but still.
'I thought that was it first, that I'd let her down a couple of times. And I did try harder to at least be a friend to her. But she just changed overtime, like puberty hit her and made her a slut or something. She even sleeps around with other guys. I don't get her anymore, and frankly I don't even want to.'
I was aware of sort of leading him on to think that it was just Caytlin I didn't want to be with instead of all girls. But what else could I do?
Leo seemed kinda shocked when I said Cay's been cheating on me with a couple of other guys. Little did he know I've been making out with other guys as well. The thought didn't help the situation that was developing in my briefs. Once again.
'She's "sleeping around"? What, she cheated on you? Multiple times?! And you still want to be with her? Con, you've got te be kidding me. I thought you were being a lousy boyfriend! Why didn't you say? Forget about *her.* How.. how do *you* feel?"
That was sweet, and what he said filled up my chest with warmth. And I like it when he calls me Con.
'I-I'm fine Leo, really. I've known for a while, and once I figured out she was doing it I didn't exactly act like a saint either but-'
'Nevermind that you started cheating as well! Why bother? Why not just end it before either of you could get hurt any worse? Why do you still want to stay with her?' I could see that Leo really tried to place himself in my shoes and wanted to help, but now that I was talking about it I understood that my situation with Caytlin was getting more ridiculous and toxic by the day.
'No, I don't wanna be with her, I just don't wanna... break up with her I guess. Well, I *do* but... I wish our relationship could just end without her getting hurt, for old time's sake, you know? She wasn't always like this, *we* weren't. I used to really like her.' I said truthfully, I don't just wanna dump her like that. It feels like a dick move after all we've done.
And, of course, I was also scared shitless of what she'd do if I did.
'Eventhough she cheats on me and lies to me, she wouldn't take it lightly if I'd break up with her, I think. She used to be my friend, but when I got lucky in the acting business, she changed on me like crazy.'
Leo considered me for a moment. His mouth was closed and his eyes were concentrated on mine. He reminded me of one of my former teachers who would apparently be able to look straight through me and see into my heart and soul. Of course Leo *is* a teacher. It didn't however, feel as uncomfortable as I remember. But definitely more intense.
After what seemed like fifteen minutes, but was actually no longer than a moment or two, he spoke. Still looking right into my eyes which were dripping with a mix of curiosity, sympathy and sincerity.
'Do you love her?' As if he was certain that the answer to that single question would resolve the whole problem, he asked me that. The question came unexpected. I had never really thought about that. But in that moment, when Leo asked me that and I looked into his eyes, I knew the answer.
'No... I never loved her, not in that way, anyway.' How could I when I felt exactly that emotion when I was staring back into those stormy blues of the man on my laptop-screen. Nothing I felt with Leo had ever come close to what I felt with Caytlin, or anyone before and after her.
But hey, I wasn't about to tell *him* that.
'I don't think she loves *me* like that either. It's complicated, like we have this... arrangement or something. It seems to be just for show. But the friendship that we used to have wasn't like that at all.' He looked at me quizically.
'Why would you still be with someone like that? It's none of my business of course but, Con I think you'd feel a lot less stressed without her in your life. Or at least without her as your girlfriend. I'm sorry, but you shouldn't let her walk all over you like that. You're a great guy. Don't let a relationship like that change you into someone you're not.' He really seemed sorry, like he actually cared about me. Even if that didn't mean what I wanted it to mean.
'Maybe, you're right. Maybe I should tell her it's over between us.'
But how? She's gonna unleash hell upon me if I do. What if she decides to tell the press about that time I kissed that guy at the bar?
Leo had a strange look in his eyes. He was studying me. I felt that weird tingle up my spine again. It was like he was looking straight through me again. *Damn* it's like a superpower he has or something.
'You've been thinking about ending it with her for quite some time, haven't you?' Our eyes locked.
'Yes.'
'Hm.'
He just leaned back from the screen and a perfect five 'o clock shadow appeared on his face as he stared out of his window. I was entranced by him. I only breathed out when I heard his voice again.
'Take your time to think about it though, alright? Let her down easy if you're going to do it.' Leo said knowingly. It was obvious that he had thought about something just then. And I really wanted to know what it was.
Did he have a girlfriend? Did they break up?
None of my business. If he had wanted me to know, he'd have told me.
'Thanks Leo, you're like my personal lovelife guide.' I flashed my best smile at him. It looked like it had caught him off guard, but he reclaimed himself by sending me an equally bright smile.
'Do I look like I never had a girlfriend before?' He grinned and my heart sank. 'I know how to handle girls Connor. Had a few break-ups myself. Take it from me, don't do it with a text and don't let one of her friends tell her.' He said with a stern look in his beautiful eyes. 'Oh, and never, never propose to have break-up sex. Whatever movie you've seen or story you've heard, girls NEVER want break-up sex.'
I laughed, hoping it didn't sound as hollow as it felt. 'Is that what you did?' I asked.
Leo looked at me and smirked. 'No, of course not! A friend of mine did, and it was horrible.' He said casually with a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
He back-stabbed me again. This time taking a grape from the bushel with his teeth, and swirling his tongue around it as he sucked it into his mouth. I couldn't help adjusting myself down under and shook my head to clear my thoughts. But touching it was a big mistake.
'Anyway, you should try to let her down easy, and be honest with her, however hard it may be. She'll find out whatever you're not telling her anyway. Alright?' Leo said seriously. I nodded, not really listening anymore.
'I'll be honest with her. Thanks again Leo. I'm sorry for putting you up with my shitty life, you have it way harder than I do... Hey, if you wanna talk to someone, I'm here you know?' I wanted him to know I was there for him. He didn't sound as if he had the best memories of his past girlfriends at all.
Is converting someone to be gay actually a thing?
Even if it was, I'd never do that to him. I'm supposed to be a friend to him. A best friend. He deserved as much from me anyway. He was my best friend. And that wasn't due to lack of other friends, but because he was the only person I felt comfortable enough with to talk about everything.
I didn't have to hold back, except for the fact that I liked him as more than a friend. Or that I was daydreaming about him eating grapes from my naked body right now. After one week of video-chatting I already fell in love with him more than I had ever experienced before with anyone else.
I almost didn't hear him talk, my daydream was extremely vivid because I was actually looking at him eating grapes.
'Thanks, and no problem Con, I'm here if you need anything. You know, I really enjoy talking to you. You're a good friend, I hope you know that. Your other friends are really lucky to have you. Don't let them forget that, okay? You need friends.' He said pointing a finger at me. This both warmed and broke my heart. On the one hand I was really glad that Leo saw me as a good friend, on the other hand I obviously hated it.
'I promise, I won't lose my friends. Don't worry about me too much, okay? You don't have to.' I said carefully, I wanted him to be able focus on his own problems.
The whole movie thing being new to him, he needed calm and quiet to not stress over it. I couldn't forget about the reason we actually met, and that I was supposed to be a serious colleague to him. It just felt strange to think of him as such though. I barely thought about the movie at all. I remember my first job, I almost fled the scene from being too nervous during the audition.
'I know I don't have to worry about you,' he said. 'But I want to. So suck it up. I've always wanted a kid to raise, now I have a little baby boy learning to take big-boy steps.' He smirked, and almost teasingly sucked yet another grape inbetween his kissable lips.
Big-boy steps you say?
That, apparently was the last straw for me. My not-so-little buddy was screaming for attention now.
'Anyway, thanks a lot Leo! I'll let you know how the break up turns out. Talk to you later okay?' I nearly stuttered as I squirmed around on my bed.
'Okay, I'll see you soo-.' 'Yes, soon! Bye!' I cut him off and ended the call. I closed my laptop and sat against the headboard of my bed, threading a hand through my hair and sighing deeply.
This is the biggest fucking embarrasement of my entire life. We had such a good and deep conversation and I couldn't control my damn horny thoughts. I stood up from my bed, quickly locking my bedroom door. Then I went to lay back on my bed again. I closed my eyes for a moment, sighing deeply into the emptiness in my room. Leo was dancing through my brain, I almost started to reach out for him when his face came into vision. When I realised how pathetic I was I grunted and moved my hands down to my jeans.
I unbuttoned them, grabbed a few tissues from the package on my nightstand and lowered my underwear, staring at a very stiff and obstinate problem. A big stiff and obstinate problem, if I say so myself.
I felt a little creepy doing it, but I pulled up Leo's Instagram without thinking. He had a couple of shirtless pictures on it from his last summer vacation. I scrolled passed the one in his red trunks again. He looked so fucking sexy in them.
I stopped and stared at the one that showed him laying casually in a hammock. His eyes were looking straight into the camera, a guilty smirk on his lips as if he didn't expect his picture to be taken.
The soles of his bare feet were closest to the camera and staring straight at me, I had the urge to reach out and suck on his toes. Lick all the way up his toned body, his calves, his thighs, his bellybutton, his abs, chest, arms and shoulders. I grabbed my dick hard and started stroking vigorously. I imagined his moans as I would bite his earlobe and finally kiss his tender lips. My own moans started coming out in quick breaths.
I stuck my tongue in his mouth, at which point he grabbed my hips and flipped us around. Leo was the only person who could flip you around in a hammock and still have it look sexy. His strong hands started to massage my chest slowly.
Precum was coating my fist as I stroked harder and harder. Leo kissed down the ridges of my pecs and abs, slowly inching towards my crotch. He yanked my shorts down and licked the tip of my rockhard cock, tasting my juices that had lubed it up for him.
I slowly inched my other hand towards my ass, imagining it was Leo's. At this point I was a writhing, gasping, sweaty mess. The moment I probed my taint with my middle finger I let out a cry and exploded all over my face, chest and stomach. I all but whimpered Leo's name.
I looked at the picture again, straight into Leo's eyes and I shuddered.
'Holy fuck.' And all of that by looking at a single picture.
A loud crash in front of me rudely awoke me from the blissful aftermath of my orgasm.
I looked at the ground at the foot of my bed and saw a few shards of glass and a pink phone-case inbetween a pair of feet clad in glittery golden Nike Airmax.
'What the FUCK?!'
\
I ran after her, all the while trying to put on my shoes. I had to catch up to her.
'Cay!'
'FUCK OFF YOU CREEP!'
'Caytlin! Just h-hold on! I can explain!'
'GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!'
People were staring daggers at me. I've never felt so embarrassed in my entire life.
'Cay, please! Please just let me talk!'
She whipped around, almost causing me to smash right into her in the middle of the street. The ice-cold look in her eyes and the way she actually seemed to have a certain calmth over her creeped me the fuck out.
'Give me one good reason, Connor Benjamin Dexter or so help me I will ruin your fucking life.'
And suddenly, I was fuming. Where the fuck does she get the nerve to threaten me with ruining my life. One that she has used and manipulated and profited off for years! But I kept my cool to match hers. Thinking of a reason for her to listen to me was hard. I had none if I really thought about it. And then I remembered Leo's advice and the things I'd told him. I sighed and looked into her eyes.
'For old time's sake?'
I expected more screaming, cursing, threats. I even expected her to hit me. But none of that came. Instead she tried to control her quick breaths and locked eyes with me.
'One chance Connor. One.' She was still very angry. But she was known for U-turning her temper in a heartbeat.
'T-thanks, Cay.'
I hadn't expected her to react like that... mature. Let alone agree to talk this stuff out. So I was rather taken aback by what she said. Was I really going to do this. Break up with her? Assuming we were still together after she saw me...
In all the hectic shit that'd just happened I only just then fully realised that my girlfriend of 5 years had just caught me with a finger up my ass, moaning Leo's name and shooting my load like she'd never witnessed before.
'Oh fuck...'
'What?'
'N-nothing... Want to uh... get a drink or something?'
She looked at me blankly.
'There's no way I'm going to have this conversation without a drink, Connor.' She said monotonously. Without another word she passed by me and walked briskly back to my house where my Lambo was waiting.
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Text: "Rebecca!" Karen waved as she walked down the beach. "Wow, I didn't expect you to be here."Rebecca turned, smiling as she saw her friend. "Karen, hi! Nice swimsuit.""Thanks, you too.""Oh, this old thing?" She plucked at it. "I only wear this when I feel like a balloon.""I... can't say that's ever happened to me.""Oh, well I could show you, then." She waved her away. "Just be sure to stand clear, okay?" With that, she cracked her knuckles, took a deep breath, put her thumb in her mouth and blew.Karen watched as her friend slowly turned red in the face and... well, and little else, it seemed. "Come on, 'Becca, you made your point. You can stop now." Rebecca shook her head, and Karen rolled her eyes, about to chide her friend again until she noticed that cheeks were getting larger. Not just large for a person, but unnaturally so; by now they were the size of oranges, flush with color as her friend continued to strain.Suddenly there was a "whoosh," and Rebecca's body seemed to push out in all directions, gaining a few inches before almost - but not quite - returning to its normal size. She let out a gasp as she let her arm drop, panting for breath before patting a newfound paunch that seemed too buoyant to be fat. "Whoo! First one's always the hardest."Karen gaped, taking a step back. "Did... did you just...?"She winked. "I said I felt like a balloon, didn't I?" With that she took another deep breath, stuck her thumb in her mouth and blew again. Instantly her hips and bust widened, her stomach pushed out further, and her limbs gained thickness. Another blow, and her shoulders and back rounded out. As she sucked in another breath, Karen noticed that she was getting taller as well as fuller: before Karen had half a foot on Rebecca, but now they were nearly eye to eye.With each breath Rebecca grew rounder, as she grew rounder she grew higher, as she grew higher the sound of air rushing inside of her grew louder. Karen could only watch as her friend pumped herself larger and larger, breasts and belly swelling inches at a time, creeping skyward as they loomed over her.Eventually enough was enough. "Rebecca!" Karen shouted up at her. "You made your point! You... you really look like a balloon now, okay?" She glanced at Rebecca's knees, now level with her head; her swollen legs and puffy feet making her look like a parade float from her angle. "Can you... can you stop? Please?"There was a loud, sharp intake of breath, followed by a "fwoosh" as she swelled one last time. Karen drew her thumb from her mouth as she sighed. She caressed the domes of her breasts before running her hands down to her enormous, taut stomach, skin squeaking as she ran her fattened hands across its surface, smiling at the drum-like sound as she tapped her fingers on it. "What's the matter? Worried about me popping?""No, you just..." She backpedaled, circling around for a line of sight to her friend's face that wasn't eclipsed by her own body. "You didn't have to get this -big-.""I wasn't doing it for you, I was doing it for me." Turning her head, she spotted Karen to her right. She awkwardly lowered herself down, belly resting on the sand, and held one hand out for her friend. "Hop on."Karen climbed on, sitting comfortably in Rebecca's palm, and held on to her friend's thumb as she was lifted up, climbing off once she was at her breasts. She clambered across, clinging to the edge of Rebecca's swimsuit. "So do you do this often?""Twice a week. Sometimes more. I'm trying to push my limits.""You mean you want to be even bigger than this?""Oh, I can be even bigger than this. I want to be even bigger than -that-.""Wow. So... how did you learn how to do this?"Rebecca blinked, and an impish smile spread across her plump lips. "You really want to know?""Kinda."She reached up, firmly but gently grasping her friend. As she struggled in surprise, Rebecca brought her closer to her lips. "I had someone pick me up..." She took a deep breath. "...and blow."As their lips met a gust of warm air rushed into Karen, filling not just her lungs but her entire being. She was aware of a sudden pressure pushing her out in all directions and felt her entire body -stretch-, like a muscle she hadn't used before, to contain the torrent entering her. She could feel herself getting bigger, skin pulling against itself as she swelled larger and larger. A second blow came, as fierce as the first, and she flailed her bloated limbs as best she could as she was forced bigger, inch by pneumatic inch.Suddenly she heard her entire body creak, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure inside of her rose. Rebecca's blowing quickly stopped, however, and Karen opened her eyes again to see her looking at her, concerned, before she knelt down and set her down by her side feet-first."How do you feel?" Rebecca asked.Karen waddled around in a small circle on the sand. Her limbs were stiff and tight, but as she moved she could feel her strength returning to her. She looked down at herself, tapping her stomach experimentally and feeling the drum-tight surface vibrate and ripple. All throughout her body she was snug, warm, and full, and as she looked around she estimated that she was nearly ten feet tall; a far cry from Rebecca's current height, but far taller than anyone she'd ever met. "I feel... pretty good."She smiled. "Great!""Just warn me before you do something like that next time, okay?""Next time I'm going to teach you how to do that yourself.""Is it hard?""Nah, it's pretty easy." Rebecca raised her thumb to her mouth. "Now stopping? That's the hard part."
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It was nearly 9:30 a.m. when I woke up. I leaned over, gave Melissa a light kiss on the lips and got out of bed. I stood there and admired my fiance. She was curled up in the fetal position. Her beautiful black body against the white sheets was sexy as hell. We had quit wearing clothes to bed the first night we stayed together. I started thinking about all the wonderful ways she had made love to me and my cock started getting hard. I knew I had to get out of the room or I would be fucking her in a minute and not making love. She deserved being made love to more than anything.
I covered Melissa back up, got dressed and grabbed my keys. I went outside, got in my truck and started to town to get us some dough nuts. A new bakery had opened up on the outskirts of town six months earlier.
While I was driving I got to thinking about what had happened the previous weekend. Melissa, my sister Trish, mom and dad had thought of a way to have dad apologize to me for the way he had treated Melissa. He had called her a whore and the n word to her face just before he had heart surgery.
Mom and Trish had informed Melissa of how they and dad had been fucking each other over the past few years.
Melissa thought of a way to have Trish join us having sex and then have mom and dad come in the house when we were in the bedroom. That is if she was comfortable with it. By the time they left on Monday, I had fucked my mother and sister. I watched my mom and dad make love as I held Melissa while my sister sucked my cock. I watched my mom and Melissa eat each others pussy and I even watched my dad fuck Melissa.
I had dreaded watching dad fuck Melissa because I was scared of being jealous. Instead I was proud of her. The whole time she was being fucked by dad, she was looking at me. Every once in awhile, and especially when she came, she would mouth the words I love you to me.
The only thing I regretted was that mom and Trish had wanted me to fuck them in the ass and I wasn't able to do it the previous weekend. Mom and Trish both said it would eventually happen, they guaranteed me that.
Melissa and I hadn't made love since they left because the first part of the week my cock was too fucking sore. The last couple of days Melissa had been acting like she was pissed at me for some reason.
When I got to the bakery, I went in and spoke to Joseph, Diane,and their daughter Brenda. They had opened the bakery after Joseph had retired from the navy as a cook. He is a skinny man and not very tall. Diane did the books and ran the cash register. Diane, is right opposite from Joseph. Even though she is short like him, she is a big woman. She has big tits, a ample waist line and a wide ass. Thank God Brenda looks like her mom. She is built like her dad. She has long blond hair, and a beautiful face. She dose have a nice ass, but she doesn't have any boobs to speak of.
I got my dough nuts, a loaf of French bread and a cup of coffee. As I was paying, Brenda came up to the register and asked how Melissa was doing. I told her she was fine and that she had two whole days off. I told Brenda that she should come and see us. She told me she may come out after she got off work. I told her that if she did come out, I would make her a deer burger po' boy. I told her that that's what we were having for supper. Brenda smiled and said she would probably be there.
When I got home Melissa was sitting at the kitchen table. I said, "Well good morning sleepy head."
She turned and I could tell she had been crying. I asked her what was wrong. Melissa told me she was afraid it was going to happen. I asked her what had happened. She looked at me and said, with tears in her eyes, "I fucked your dad and now you don't love me."
I had to have looked dumbfounded. I asked Melissa what the hell she was talking about. She told me that I hadn't even tried to make love to her since mom, dad and Trish left.
I laughed and told her why I didn't try Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Then I smiled and told her that I didn't touch her Thursday and Friday, because she was acting pissed. Melissa started giggling and then told me she was pissed because I didn't try the first part of the week.
I walked over to Melissa, made her stand up and then I hugged and kissed her. I told her that instead of dough nuts for breakfast, we could always eat each other. Melissa grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to the bedroom. Melissa was out of her robe, laying on the bed and was waiting for me before I could get out of my shirt.
When I got undressed, I got in bed and started kissing Melissa ever so tenderly and was stroking her side and then cupping her ass. I told Melissa I was starving and if she was as hungry as I was, we should eat each other at the same time.
Melissa grinned, pushed me on my back and spun around into the 69 position. Melissa grabbed my cock and started licking and swirling her tongue around the head as she slowly pumped it. She started sucking on my cock and deep throating me.
I pulled Melissa's pussy down to my mouth and started licking her pussy juice. I reached around and was able to get two fingers in her pussy and I slid another one in her ass. when I started fucking both holes and sucking on her long clit, Melissa started cumin in no time. She squirted her cum on my face, in my mouth and she tasted delicious.
When Melissa came, she stopped sucking on my cock but kept pumping. She rubbed her hand over the head every time she pumped my cock. The precum was making it slick and sensitive. I hadn't cum since late Sunday night and it was now Sat. morning. I got close quick and I had a nice load of cum for Melissa to drink.
Melissa felt me tense up just before I started to cum. She said, "oh shit."
And barely got her mouth on the head of my cock. The first blast hit the back of her throat and caused her to gag. The next three shots did the same thing. But to her credit she managed to swallow it all.
When all my cum had been cleaned off of my cock and I pulled my fingers out of her ass and pussy, Melissa rolled off of me, turned around and kissed me. I could taste my cum as our tongues touched. Melissa then licked off all of her cum that was on my face.
Melissa kissed down my chest and sucked on my nipples for a few seconds. She then laid her chin on my chest looked up at me and said,
"That was the way I was hoping you would wake me up this morning."
I grinned and told her that there was always tomorrow morning. Melissa grinned and said, "You've got that shit right."
Then she jumped out of bed and told me she was going to take a shower and go to town. I smiled and told her to get me a couple six packs of beer. She looked back from the door to the bathroom and said,"It'll cost you lover."
To which I promptly replied, "Anything you want baby, anything at all."
After Melissa left, I went and took me a long hot shower. After the shower I made up the deer burgers and put them in the fridge. Then I chilled on the couch and watched a couple of flicks on TV. It was warm for a Feb. day and not very windy. So after the movies went off, I got my grill out of the utility room and fired it up. Those deer burger po' boy's would be better cooked on the grill than broiled in the oven.
I was beginning to worry about Melissa. She usually doesn't take this much time at the grocery store. The only thing I could think of was that she had went to the mall and ran into some friends of hers.
About the time the coals got hot Melissa drove up and right behind her was Brenda. I greeted Melissa with a kiss and hugged Brenda. Brenda blushed and Melissa saw her do it. Melissa told Brenda not to worry. She wasn't the jealous type. Then Melissa told Brenda something that shocked me. She said, "I've shared him with other women before."
I helped Melissa take the groceries to the kitchen. As we came inside, she told Brenda to have a seat. I followed Melissa into the kitchen and I asked her why she said what she did to Brenda.
Melissa told me she had run into Brenda at the adult video store and they got to chatting. She told me Brenda had confessed to Melissa that all she thought about was sex. Then when they were looking at some videos, Brenda kissed her. Melissa said it caught her completely off guard. She told me that Brenda was interested in going to bed with us. There was just one little problem that Brenda would explain later.
Melissa asked me what I thought, and I told her I had invited Brenda to have Po' boy's with us, not cock. I looked at Melissa and told her that if she wanted Brenda to join us, it would have to be her choice. I also told Melissa that I was willing to try any and everything for her. I told her that was one rule that had to be followed. Brenda had to keep her mouth shut about what happened between us.
While I was getting the burgers out of the fridge and my spatula to turn them with, Melissa went to change. After she changed they grabbed a beer and came outside with me, While I was cooking, I heard them whispering. In a minute or so Brenda came up behind me, tapped me on the shoulders and when I turned around she said, "I agree to your terms Jim."
She then reached up and pulled me to her. I leaned way, way down for her to kiss me.
Brenda kissed different than Melissa, but in a way that still made my cock stir. I almost forgot about the burgers. Brenda turned to Melissa and i heard her say, in a loud whisper,"Wow! My panties just went Freon moist, to soaked. Shit Melissa, he can kiss good!"
Melissa realized I heard what Brenda said, came over to me, rubbed my cock and told her that I could do many things well. I had to turn my back on them both because it was time to turn the burgers and if I hadn't, one of them would have gotten fucked and the burgers would have burned up.
Melissa and Brenda went in and got things ready for the burgers. A few minutes later I came in to get the cheese to go on the burgers. They had the French bread and other condiments ready.
I finished the burgers, came in and we ate. When we got through, we sat around the table and I told Brenda about some of the things I had seen in Alaska.
After awhile, Melissa Brenda and I went into the living room and Melissa said that she wanted to watch one of the movies she had bought earlier. Melissa told me to get undressed and sit in the middle of the couch.
Brenda went to her car and brought in a over night bag. She and Melissa went to the bedroom and Melissa said, "We'll be right back lover."
I got undressed and sat on the couch. Melissa came out first and was naked. She had a bag in her hand that looked like it was full of dvds. Melissa took a dvd out and put it in the player and then she sat on one side of me. About that time Brenda came out and was also naked. The clothes she wore in the bakery covered up a beautiful figure.
Brenda came over and set down on the other side of me. She has small breast, but they are very well formed. Her waist is small and her ass is well rounded. She has what you would call a hour glass figure. I told her she looked very nice. I asked her why didn't she wear clothes that showed off her figure. she blushed, kind of covered herself up some and ignored my question. I apologized for embarrassing her.
Melissa looked up at me and told me that Brenda had a question she wanted to ask me. When Brenda didn't say anything at first, Melissa told her not to be shy and to go ahead and ask me.
Brenda got even redder and all of a sudden blurted out,"Dammit Jim, will you take my virginity? I'm a virgin as far as having a cock in my body. I'm so small that I've always been scared to try and have sex with a man. I've been to bed with lesbians but I refused to let them fuck me with a dildo."
She started crying and it took her a few minutes to calm down. Then she said, "I've been talking to Melissa for months and I've gotten close to her as a friend. Today I saw her go by the shop on her way into town, so I followed her. When she went into the adult video store I followed her in. We started talking and you know what happened then."
Melissa said, "When Brenda told me she was a virgin and would love to lose her virginity, I thought of you. You were so gentle and tender when you fucked my ass for the first time, that I just new you was the man for the job."
I sat there with my mouth wide open. I didn't know what to say, and when I tried to say something, I couldn't get the words out. Melissa told Brenda that at the moment my mouth wasn't working but my cock was answering for me. I looked down and my cock was rock hard. Melissa said that Brenda's parents had let her have off until Wednesday. They had told her she would need that time to rest up.
Thats when my cock went soft and my voice came back. I jumped up and said, "Are you telling me that Joseph and Diane knows she's here and what she's doing?"
When I jumped up, Brenda had jumped up and was scared to death. Melissa got up, scolded me for scaring Brenda and hugged her up. As Melissa was hugging her she told me that she had went by the dough nut shop to wait for Brenda, while she went home to get some extra clothes, after she and Melissa had went to the grocery store. Melissa said that Diane and Joseph were fixing to close up when she got there and surprised her by telling her that they appreciated what we were doing for Brenda.
Brenda had calmed down and said, "I don't keep anything from my parents and I know they will keep their mouth's shut."
I told them that I wasn't going to be able to look Brenda's parents in the eye any more. Brenda told me not to worry about that. She said her mom had caught her with a lesbian one night and said that when she told her mom why she was with a lesbian, her mom had been trying to get her laid ever since.
I sat back down on the couch and Melissa had Brenda get on one side of me while she sat back down on the other side. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV on and pushed play on the dvd button. The dvd was supposed to be actual virgins loosing their virginity. When the movie first started playing, I had put my arms around Melissa and Brenda. Brenda was so tiny that when she put her back to my side so I could play with both of her breast, she all but disappeared under my arm.
About halfway through the first fuck scene Brenda saw Melissa pull my hand down so that I could play with her pussy. Brenda did the same thing and when my hand reached her groin, what I thought was a bald pussy really wasn't. Brenda's hair was so blond and fine, you would have thought her pussy was shaved.
When I reached Brenda's small clit, she grabbed my arm and held on for dear life. Brenda was so nervous and scared, she was trembling all over. I eased my head over and laid my cheek on top of her head. I said, "Easy baby. Relax and get used to me touching your body."
Brenda looked up at me and smiled. She released my arm but you could tell she was scared to death.
It didn't take long for Melissa to cum from the stimulation she got from my finger. I rubbed Brenda's clit slowly and brought her to several orgasms through out the rest of the movie. Every few minutes I would ease a finger lower and get it wet from her pussy. A couple of times she gasped when I took my finger from her pussy and sucked her juices off. The first time I did it I said, "Mmmmmm now that's delicious."
I looked down at her and winked. Melissa laughed and Brenda blushed at my statement.
Melissa had stroked and played with my cock all through the movie. I guessed Brenda was just to nervous to touch me. When the movie was over, Melissa turned the TV. and dvd player off, got up, and asked Brenda if she learned anything. Brenda said, "Yep, Jim really knows how to use his fingers and he loves the taste of my pussy."
I burst out laughing and Melissa giggled. She asked Brenda if she had learned anything from the movie. Brenda blushed and told her no. She said she was too busy learning to relax, while holding onto my arm. Melissa told her that at least she had learned to relax.
Brenda and I got up and started for the bedroom. I saw Melissa get a bottle of something out of the bag and brought it to bed with us.
Melissa took over like she was planning a wedding. I laid down first and she told me to get on my back. When Brenda got into bed, Melissa told her to suck me off because if she didn't. I wouldn't last long when I did fuck her. I moaned as Brenda wrapped her small hand around my cock and started doing what was natural. She started stroking my cock.
My cock was leaking precum and Brenda licked the head of it. She looked at Melissa and said, "Salty, but it sure dose taste good."
Brenda tried to get my cock all the way in her mouth, but just couldn't do it.
I told Brenda to go slow and just lick and suck on the head. As she did this she stroked it at the same time. With Melissa's encouragement and directions, Brenda soon had me close. I told her I was cumin and Melissa was telling her to swallow it all. The first blast hit the back of her throat and Brenda gagged. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and ran for the bathroom choking and gagging. Melissa grabbed my cock and stroked me until I finished cumin.
Melissa came up to me, laid down beside me and kissed me. She whispered in my ear that she was proud of me for doing this for Brenda. I laughed and told her I couldn't get much luckier. My fiance goes to town to shop a little and brings a virgin home for me to fuck. Melissa laughed and then got serious on me. She told me that she didn't want me bringing home any men to fuck her. I grinned and told her that all I needed was her. I told her that I was happy making love to just her.
About that time Brenda came back in and apologized for that little episode. Melissa told her to come clean me off. Brenda was a little unsure but did it anyway. Once she tasted it, she licked it all up. Melissa told her she would eventually learn how to suck a spewing cock without choking and gagging.
I rolled toward Melissa because I wanted to make love to her next. Brenda had gotten most of my attention and I wanted to make it up to her. Melissa put her hand on my chest and told me that guest come first. She smiled, told me she loved me and pushed me away.
I rolled over on my other side and started kissing Brenda. I had to talk to her soothingly because she was trembling again. Brenda moaned loudly when I started sucking on her nipples and even louder when I eased a finger inside her pussy. I felt her hymen and then pulled my finger out. She looked at me and said, "Your finger is bigger than womens' fingers. It felt good."
I got between Brenda's legs, knelt down and started licking her pussy. I couldn't get over how small her pussy looked. I looked over at Melissa and told her that I wasn't sure my cock was going to fit. Melissa said that it would fit. She told me that if her ass could stretch to accommodate my cock. Brenda's pussy sure could. I went back to licking Brenda's juices. I licked her clit, and inserted a finger into her pussy. It took longer than I expected, but she finally came.
When she finished cumin, I got up on my knees and got between her legs. As I looked down at her, she looked like a little girl. If she hadn't showed me her drivers license one day to prove her age, I would have just known she was not much older than 12 or 13. She wasn't but 4'11" tall, weighed maybe 100 lbs. at the most and was 22 yrs old.
Melissa told me to wait and reached over to the bedside table and retrieved the bottle she brought to the bedroom with her. When she leaned back over i realized it was some lubricant.
Melissa rubbed a generous amount on my cock and it felt great. When Melissa put some on Brenda's pussy she said to her, "Now baby, this is going to hurt some and be uncomfortable at first. So if you want to stop, say so now."
Brenda looked like she was going to run and then she looked at Melissa and said, "I want to get fucked."
While that conversation was going on, I had been getting into position. Melissa nodded to me and I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to Brenda's pussy. The lubricant let the head slide in a little. I tried pushing in further and when I did Brenda whimpered and was saying, "owe owe owe."
I kept pushing steadily until I felt her pussy stretching to accommodate the size of my cock.
I felt my cock touch her hymen and told Brenda that I was there. She instinctively knew what I was talking about. She reached over, grabbed Melissa's hand and said to me, "Please Jim, make me a woman."
I eased down on my elbows without pushing in any further. I felt Brenda's hot breath on my upper chest and neck. When Brenda put her arm and hand around me that wasn't holding Melissa's hand, I pushed hard and broke my first ever hymen.
Brenda screamed and tried to push me off. Melissa was telling her to calm down and that the pain would go away and it would start feeling good shortly.
I laid still until she calmed down and got used to my size. Then I got back up on my hands and started pumping nice and slow. Brenda flinched at first and then moaned. I started fucking her faster but not so fast that I hurt her .
Melissa turned Brenda's hand loose and told her that she may not cum the first time. She also told her that it's not uncommon for that to happen.
Brenda moaned and said that she was going to be one of the ones that did cum. She wrapped her small legs as far around me as she could and started pumping her groin up into mine. She hooked her arms around mine so she could use them as leverage to help her push. Brenda then threw her head back and came. I could feel her pussy muscles gripping and releasing my cock.
With the excitement of fucking my first virgin, Brenda's pussy being so fucking tight and her pussy muscles squeezing my cock, I came hard. I grunted, then yelled and then I pushed my cock all the way in Brenda's pussy. I emptied my balls and Melissa was whispering in my ear to fill Brenda's pussy up.
Brenda yelled, "Oh fuck Jim, I'm cumin again."
She came hard that last time and held on to me and started crying.
I asked Brenda if she was alright and she told me she was fine. She said that she didn't quite expect it to feel as good as it did.
After I rolled off of Brenda, she looked over at Melissa and told her she was right. I was the right man for the job. Brenda gave me a kiss and while blushing asked me if I would fuck her again. I told her I would later, but first I had to make love to Melissa.
Brenda and Melissa both had a big grin on their faces. I rolled over, took Melissa in my arms and started hugging and kissing her. I looked at Melissa and said, "I love you baby. More than you'll ever know.
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*Sisters – Part 1*
A Tale from Skyra
by T. J. Skywind
*Location: Sargossa, seaport on the Great Northern Ocean, easternmost member of Northumbrian Confederacy, east of Cedardale and the Starfall Mountains
Date: June 1999
Note: Dayanna Sorena is a young girl. While her body is twelve, she is one-quarter elven and maturing at a slower rate than full humans.
Warning: story ends with sexual violence.*
Twelve-year old Dayanna Sorena raced outside the temple doors into the warm June day. After three months of advanced survival training, she was eager to go home with her grandfather. Spying him through the milling crowds of parents and peers, the small girl ran headlong to his waiting arms.
"Babba*!" she laughed, her grey eyes sparkling. "I got first marks!"
Aelfin scooped her up into his arms, hugging her light frame tightly. "Of course you did, Little One. You are my Granddaughter, are you not?" Kneeling, he brushed wayward raven locks from her face, happy that she was back in his care. The ten weeks of training had felt like ages. "Your mother and father would have been proud of you."
"You think so? *Babba*, I missed you so much! Brother Rayan says if I work hard, I might be able to serve the Lawgiver as a church knight! He said I can apply right after I pass my Rite of Adulthood."
Aelfin set her down gently, frowning. "Dayanna, you are one-quarter elf! The blood--"
"Babba*, you already told me about the debt-pledge to House Sorena."
"I'm talking about aging, not marriage." Aelfin sighed. "Humans live at most six score years, a few a bit longer. Because of me, Little One, because I married your grandmother, you will see three or four centuries of life, maybe more! And a longer life means it will take you longer to become a woman. And yes, some humans reach maturity as young as twelve, but they have parents with money or skill to provide healthy, regular diets. Your mother didn't become a maiden until her thirtieth year. You may be twelve, but you have many years of childhood yet." He lifted her chin. "Did you meet a few boys you'd like to know better?"
Flushing, Dayanna gave a nod. A sea breeze played with her loose curls.
"I thought so. You are so like your mother and grandmother -- headstrong and always in a hurry to get things done. By the time you are mature enough for your church ritual, most of those boys you met will be long wed and have established families. We both have a problem, my love. For you, it will be waiting while the humans around you grow older and pass you by. For me, it is watching how fast the years mark you. To me, but a few days ago you were a babe in the arms of your mother, Brianna. Both of your parents loved you so much, dear heart." Aelfin caressed her cheek, then held out his hand. Dayanna clasped it, and he smiled down at her. "Come, my beautiful girl! Everyone is celebrating their success. How can we do less? Let's go shopping!"
"Can we go to the Drunken Giant first, *Babba*?"
"What?" Aelfin drew back in mock surprise. "Twelve years old and already seeking your cups? I am shocked! Shocked, I tell you!"
Dayanna giggled. "I just want to see Beri!"
Grinning, Aelfin nodded. "Now that is a good reason! One must be true to your friends. We will visit them first. If her mother allows, you may invite Beri to join our shopping trip. And, if you wish, we can afford for you to get her one or two things."
"Really? Oh, thank you, *Babba*!"
It took an hour to traverse the many streets from the temple compounds to the merchant quarter, and then to reach the large, three-storied inn. The commons bustled with the lunch crowd. Chloe Silvanos, bartender and halfwner of the Drunken Giant, spied their entry. Waving to them, she pointed to a small table near the bar where Chloe's daughter toiled at her schoolwork. Written in three languages was a sign that said, "Reserved." Beryl Silvanos had corn-silk hair and large blue eyes, and showed every sign of one day being as tall, angular, and wiry strong as her mother.
As they sat down on the bench beside her, Beri looked up, surprised. "You're here! You're really here!" She jumped up and hugged Dayanna, kissing her cheek. "I have missed you!"
Dayanna gave back as good as she got, delighted to see her best friend. "Of course, we are here, silly. I wouldn't feel right going home without seeing you first!"
Chloe hobbled from behind the bar, her awkward gait and the odd twist in her left arm the result of the Bending Sickness many years earlier. Seeing the waitress Jocelyn approach, Chloe shooed her away; she wanted to wait on her guests herself. Well used to her mistress, Jocelyn patiently hovered nearby. Chloe beamed at Aelfin and Dayanna. "Good to see you, Aelfin. You don't come here often enough. What can I get for you and the young Princess?"
The elf smiled. "Your kind words honor us. What would you suggest?"
"Well, the last batch of coneys we got in seem a little tough. We'll probably stew the rest tonight. There's trout and sea bass that's reasonably fresh off the docks. We've venison steak and pie, and of course, there's the house mulligan that I'd swear has been cooking, in one form or another, since before Prometheus was chained on the mountain. There's more, but I recall you prefer wild meat."
He nodded appreciatively. "Venison pie for us both, Good Lady."
"Perfect choice. What would you like to slake your thirst?"
"Jasmine tea, if you have it. Otherwise, rosehip or chamomile will do as nicely. Cider for Dayanna, I think?" Dayanna nodded her acceptance to her grandfather. "Yes, cider for her. Thank you."
Chloe passed the order to Jocelyn, then sighed as she settled onto a bench. Beri looked up hopefully at her mother. Chloe glanced at them both, then waving her hand dismissively, trying not to grin at their exuberance. Beri bounced to her feet and collected her books.
Dayanna touched her grandfather's hand. "Can we go to Beri's room?"
"Of course. Friends should have private time together. Just don't forget a meal will be here soon."
"Thank you, *Babba*!" A quick kiss to his cheek, and the girls dashed through the crowded room and upstairs as fast as their legs could carry them. Aelfin watched them with amusement. Then, with concern, he asked, "How are you doing, Captain?"
Before becoming an innkeeper, before the Bending Sickness warped her body, the Amazon had served in the army of Sargossa. "My body is aging faster than my head, I'm afraid. Melitihia stopped by last week. The priestess told me I have arthritis and then she cured me. Refused payment for the healing. Again. Says it's already taken care of." Chloe looked intently at Aelfin. The elf smiled to himself. He already had Melithia's newest leather boots completed. Chloe had her suspicions, but could get nothing from either Aelfin or Melithia. She continued. "Melithia apologized once again because fixing my crippled body is beyond her. As if I'd hold her to blame! It's beyond every priest in Sargossa. She told me the arthritis will be back in a couple of years. Without such good friends, it would be worse. Much worse." She looked meaningfully at Aelfin. "Enough about me. Need I ask how she did?"
"I spoke with a few priests before they released the students. They called her exceptional."
"You don't seem terribly happy about it. She's a bright girl, quick on her feet, a good eye, and fearless. She'll be a fine warrior. Maybe even as good as her mother, Brianna."
He sighed. "One of the warrior monks has encouraged her to become a paladin in the church. I don't doubt her talents, her skill, or even her character. I worry only that she's trying to grow too fast."
Jocelyn brought a steaming pot of tea and cup for Aelfin, a stein for Chloe, and just as briskly, moved on to her next table. Chloe took a deep drink and smacked her lips. "Good beer, and even better that it's cold. Children growing up is the way of the world, my friend. It's what they do. By all accounts, Brianna was also exceptional, and you raised her on your own. This isn't new stuff to you."
Aelfin looked up sharply, then away. He picked up a spoon and stirred his tea absently. "Believe me, I am well aware of mortality. If anything, I fear what lies ahead for her. Though both died too young, Brianna and her mother were both great warriors. We could all see that. Yet I would not be surprised if Dayanna one day surpassed them. It's not just her prowess either. More than once that child has impressed me with her insight. No, it is the fate of her House that concerns me. She is meant for great things, but House Sorena has rarely seen peace or happiness. Theláyna died giving me Brianna, and then Brianna died when Dayanna was just learning to crawl. It's Dayanna's heart I fear for. She's quiet and sober enough already."
Chloe rubbed her ear thoughtfully. "I count the friendship between our girls as a blessing from the gods. With you so far out in the woods, they don't see each other often enough. If you're worried about her growing too fast, you could always pick a couple of orphans to be playmates and companions for her. Dayanna should have friends, yes, and servants, too. If she will one day be the leader of her House, she needs to learn how to command, and the earlier the better."
"Any human children I bring home will grow up faster than Dayanna, and may confuse things for her. No servants yet either. It is always better for one destined for power to learn self-sufficiency and service first, to help resist the darker temptations that power will offer. However, your advice is prudent. We will make more trips to the city."
"Huh. If it's work you want her to learn, I'd be willing to put her to task."
Aelfin suddenly burst out laughing. "With those two together? I doubt they'd ever be underfoot to task!"
Chloe nodded with amusement at the truth of his words, then finished her drink.
Upstairs, the two girls ran down the hallway, their boots clattering noisily on the wooden floor. At the hall's end, Beri unlocked the door to the half-sized nook that was her room, and shut it firmly behind them. Papers, book, and stylus all landed roughly on her dresser top.
Dayanna surveyed the room. An oil lamp on the dresser, shelves with odds and ends, and the woven hanging of Pallas Athena Sophia in a stern yet heroic pose in her armor, helm, brandishing her spear and Aegis shield. "Those curtains on the window are new. The spiral patterns are very pretty."
"Oh, Dayanna!" Beri threw her arms around her friend, kissing her cheek. "I've missed you! A couple of days a month is not nearly enough time for a proper visit, and this last time you were gone nearly all spring!"
Dayanna squeezed back, enjoying second embrace. "I know. I've missed you, too. But I need the training if I'm to survive the Ritual of Adulthood."
"Was it tough?" Beri sat on her small cot, patting the space next to her.
"Babba* has been a very good teacher, so I did all right." Dropping her pack to the floor, Dayanna took Beri's hand and sat down.
"Bet you got good marks. Hah! I knew it. Will you stay long? I know your Grandda doesn't like the city that much."
"I don't know. *Babba* wants to take me shopping, so we will probably at least stay overnight. By the way, if your mother gives permission, you can go with us."
"Truly? I do have a few copper bits of my own stashed away. I love you so much, Dayanna! I know we aren't sisters, but if I had one, I'd want it to be you."
"I love you, too, Beri. What about Selene? She actually is your sister."
"Humph! She's ten years older than me. Most of the time, she's bossier than Ma. Always ordering me about, telling me what to do. Might as well be an only child!"
Dayanna squeezed Beri's hand. "You're the best friend I have, and you're the only person I can talk girl stuff with. Sometimes I wish you and your mother would move out to our place! The house is more than big enough for you both."
"What would we do there? I like your place in the woods, but I also like living here in Sargossa. Ma can't soldier with your Grandda and his Border Scouts, not with her legs and her arm. I don't think she'd go, anyway. Some of the custom have been coming for years, and she'd miss them. Besides," Beri winked, "Alexandros has been warming her bed the past few months. And I don't think your Grandda would consent to taking his place."
The thought of her grandfather and Beri's mother kissing caused Dayanna to gasp, turning pink to her ears. She shook her head fiercely. "He still loves *Bamma* Theláyna, keeping the memory of her in his heart. Maybe you can stay the summer, like last year!"
Beri pursed her lips while rubbing her earlobe. Just like her mother, Dayanna realized. With a flash of insight, she wondered how many of her own quirks stirred memories for her grandfather.
"I'm sure Ma will let me go with you," Beri enthused. "I'm caught up with my ciphering and numbering. She is always telling me that knowing other languages is important. I'm picking up Norse here in the tavern. If your Grandda promises to teach me more Elven speech, that might convince her."
Dayanna whooped. "We'll speak Elvish the whole time you're with us!"
"Well, maybe not that much," Beri grinned. "I wouldn't want to forget Hellenic!"
"Then you'd be a barbarian, just like the rest of us!"
"Hah! What a laugh! You speak it almost better than I do. Besides, even if you couldn't speak Hellenic -- I'm not some snotty aristocrat. You not being Hellene doesn't mean a thing to me. When we grow up, we can be shield-sisters, fighting side by side."
Dayanna suddenly leaned closer. "Do you really want to be my sister?"
Beri nodded. "Of course! You're my best friend, Dayanna!"
"Let's make it happen."
Beri leaned closer. "How?"
"I saw something at the temple school a couple of years ago, during my Tenth-Year training. One of the girls was adopted by her patron. I remember the words. But we need a fire."
"A fire? What for?"
Dayanna drew her belt knife from its sheath. "Babba* says clean blades make clean wounds. I prick my thumb and smear it on your forehead. You do the same to me as we recite the words."
"Oh, yes! Amazon warriors do something like that! They cut their arms and mix the blood together, swearing before Artemis and Athena to be shield sisters, protecting each other always." Beri bounced on the bed in excitement. "Oh, this will be so great! My mother is a Brattara Amazon and I want to be a warrior like her! We can use your words, but I want to do the arm blooding, okay?"
Dayanna held out her arm, and in Hellene-style, they clasped elbows. "Deal."
Beri brought down the oil lamp, then rummaged through her dresser for a tinderbox. After several moments of clattering and digging, Beri gave a cry of triumph. "Found it!"
When the oil lamp was lit, Dayanna proceeded to heat the blade. "We need bandages, too," Dayanna said. "If we get blood on our clothes, we'll both get an ear full."
Beri dug further, and produced a dress several summers too small. Sitting down, she tore from the hem four wide strips of cloth.
Dayanna examined the blackened steel. "It's ready I think. I'll go first." Rolling up her sleeve, she first tested the knife's edge with her thumb. "Could be sharper." Digging in her pack, she pulled out a whetstone and set to work honing the edge.
Beri watched her. "Tell me about this survival school. Do you think I should do it? And do they let non-believers take the training?"
"While I was there, some guardsmen came for classes, and none of them were Ba'lorian. You're sure you want to become a warrior?"
"Of course!" Beri answered. "There have always been Amazons in our family. Ma says a woman should know how to protect herself, but if you have an education, you can make a lot of money, and pay others to protect you. She wants to apprentice me to a merchant, or maybe even have me attend university. But most women have to lie on their back for a man. Getting married and having babies is okay, and boys are sort of cute, but most Hellenic men won't marry a woman with an education. They say education is for courtesans, not wives. I want to earn my own way, using both my head and my hands. Ma was a good fighter. She earned enough to buy into this place. With hard work and a bit of luck, I'll do okay, too. Maybe I'll even strike it rich."
"Then you should take the temple training. They teach some weapon drill, but it's mostly about living off the land and teamwork. We can talk to your mother about it during lunch." Dayanna eyed the blade, then resumed sharpening it.
"Do we need anything else for this ceremony?"
"Nope. Ready?" Dayanna tested the edge. Satisfied, she put away the whetstone and cleaned the blade again.
Beri moved to the floor. "Ready."
Dayanna rolled up her sleeve. Pursing her lips, she ran the blade firmly along the inside of her arm. A thin red ribbon appeared in its wake. She handed the knife hilt first to Beri. "Your turn." Beri closed her eyes, but Dayanna grabbed her wrist, startling the blonde girl. "Eyes open," Dayanna insisted. "A little blood and a little pain. Not a major wound. Do it like you're cutting a loaf of bread."
Beri sighed, nodding. "Okay."
Dayanna dabbed at the blood spilling down her arm.
"Done." Beri gritted her teeth.
They held their arms together, wound to wound. Dayanna recited, and Beri repeated.
"Not blood of my blood, not flesh of my flesh, not bone of my bone, but heart of my heart. I declare that I love you. My House is now your House. From this day forward, you will find love, comfort, sustenance, and shelter wherever I abide, and protection from those who would do you harm. You are now blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone to match the heart of my heart. Before Rena the Lawgiver and these witnesses, thus do I pledge and vow."
Beri added Artemis of the Bow and Athena of the Spear and Shield to her own pledge, then giggled as they broke their grip and wrapped their arms. "Witnesses? There's nobody here but us."
"The gods and their servants know what we do," Dayanna replied. "What better witnesses than they, Sister?"
Beri's blue eyes shone with excitement. "Sister. I'm glad we did it. I respect the gods, but I trust what I can touch and feel more. Know what I mean?"
Dayanna laughed. "If you were just like me, Beri, you'd probably drive me crazy. I like that we are different." Then she sobered. "Babba* and I talked after he picked me up today, and it set me to thinking. I want to ask you a favor. You don't have to do it, but please think it over."
"We're shield sisters. Bound forever. Tell me what you need."
"You know *Babba's* an elf."
Beri rolled her eyes. "Dayanna, that was old news years ago."
"Just listen! *Babba* reminded me that my elvish blood means it will take longer for me to grow up. I may not have my first menses until I'm twenty, maybe even later. You, on the other hand, are already becoming a maiden."
Beri arched her back, cupping her small breasts. "Do they look okay? I don't think they're all that big, but Ma says they'll do what they're made for, and I still have some growing yet. Of course, Ma also says that a warrior with big teats better have a good firm bra or she'll be in a world of hurt in her first combat."
Dayanna giggled. "I never thought of that. She's probably right. Beri, they look perfect. I just wish mine were getting bigger. You're getting hair between your legs, too, aren't you? I thought so. I'm still hairless and flat-chested. We're both twelve and that's exactly what I'm talking about. When I am of age and it comes time for me to pick a partner for the Rite of Adulthood, only strangers will be available, and a man would expect to copulate with me. I trust the Lawgiver to look out for me, and I would love any baby I have, but I don't have to be stupid about my choices. He could be a good man, but he could also be a jerk, or worse. I could be stuck parenting with a man I despise for decades! I might even have to raise the child alone. I could do it, but I don't relish the idea. So will you be my partner and go with me?"
"Dayanna, what if you meet some cute boy in the meantime?"
"There will time enough for that later. The more I think about it, the more I'd like to prove I am a woman with my sister by my side. So will you think about it?"
"What's to think about? Of course! Yes! I'm proud you asked me. But I'm curious. I thought the first part of this ritual of yours is two weeks of wild sex at the temple of your fertility god, Osh Mayan. Isn't there a chance you'll get pregnant? And do I do that, too?"
Dayanna shrugged. "It's not wild sex, it's learning how to be a good lover. I don't know, but I don't think you have to go unless you want to. But that wouldn't be so bad, would it? Going through that part together, too? If I get pregnant, then it's God's will. Some take the Daughter's Gift to prevent pregnancy, but most choose not to use the magic during the Rite. The priests say it's not true, but the tradition is if you're barren during your first coupling, there's a risk it could become permanent. When the time comes, I'm not sure what I'll do."
"Ma says a man takes sixty seconds teaching a maid about being a woman, and a woman spends a lifetime raising the result. One day I'd like daughters of my own, but not until I'm rich."
"Sixty seconds! I hope both of us have better lovers than that. The temple teaches us so we aren't ignorant of our bodies. As women, we bear the children. It's up to us to make sure we don't have too many children so the family doesn't go hungry." Dayanna lowered her voice. "We heard a story that some of the priests can go all night without shooting their seed. Sister Khrysanna said it was true, that she'd experienced the pleasure herself."
Beri shrieked with laughter. "Sex all night long? I can only do it once or twice before I get sleepy. If I did it that much, I don't think I could put my legs together, let alone walk the next day! Whooo-hee! Ha ha hah!"
Masturbation was fun, but spending an entire night just having sex? Dayanna laughed, too. It really was too silly for words.
When they could look at each other without giggling, Dayanna grabbed her pack and stood. "Lunch is probably waiting. We'd better go."
Beri went to her dresser. "I almost forgot your present."
"You didn't have to do that! I like visiting you!"
"I know! I just wanted to. You did sort of graduate. Now it seems appropriate. Here, Sister." Beri grinned, handing her a small lacquered box.
Dayanna saw her name crudely etched in Elvish script on the top. *Beri must have written it in her own hand,* she thought. Under the lid was a small metal mirror, and inside the velvet lining were two jars of grease paint, red and black.
"They're the same colors Ma used when she was a warrior. Do you like it?"
Dayanna hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. "Oh, I do! Is there any special way to apply the colors?"
"I asked Kynthia, one of Ma's shield-sisters. Ma used a thick black band over a thick red band, the same on both cheeks. Kynthia was pretty cool about my asking her. She even took me to go buy it."
Dayanna put the gift into her pack. "You just have to come for the whole summer now! When we go hunting, we can both wear your mother's Amazon markings. Deal?"
"Deal!" On impulse, Beri kissed her on the lips. When she broke contact, the two girls looked at each other. "I love you, Dayanna," she whispered.
"Get your carry-bag, Sister." Dayanna slung her backpack onto her shoulder. "After lunch, we have shopping to do!"
The revelation of the girls and their pledge as shield sisters was met with a mix of emotions. For Beri's mother Chloe, it was elation that the girls were so close, and unexpected surprise and pride that the girls used her own warrior markings. For Aelfin, it was further evidence that his granddaughter was indeed trying to grow up too fast.
After the shopping, both girls begged her to allow Beri to spend the summer again with Dayanna. Chloe knew she'd miss her baby, but seeing their excitement and knowing Aelfin would watch them both like a hawk, agreed.
The summer in the wilderness was a grand time enjoyed by both girls. Many glorious days were spent learning hunting, tracking, and forest craft, getting bronzed in the sun, improving language skills, and keeping a certain grandfather seriously busy.
As the months passed, Dayanna grew four centimeters. Beri grew twice that, and to her delight, more than doubled the size of her breasts. Dayanna's clothes were getting a little small and tight. Beri was unable to get her old shirts on. Digging into some of Brianna's old clothes helped clothe the young girl, but they were always in danger of falling loose. At belt cinched above Beri's breastline helped prevent accidental exposures but looked awkward and was uncomfortable for the girl. Wishfully, Aelfin wondered if he should tie a brick to Beri's head to slow her down a bit. Only the fortuitous arrival of a young clothing merchant, new to the area and quite lost, allowed the two girls to be properly attired in decently modest apparel, with some extra selections having space to grow into. With a heavier purse and easy directions, the merchant agreed to return at least twice a year thereafter.
With the advent of fall, the three of them returned to Sargossa. The week-long trip back to town was without incident. The pleasant weather and the breeze from the sea made the stink of roadside garbage and street debris tolerable. Betwixt the sea birds, vendors, and shoppers, the noise was a boisterous, tangible thing. Dayanna and Beri basked in it.
Once they sold the furs from their summer hunts, they loaded up their packs with gifts for Beri's mother and sister as well as for other friends in town. Taking their time through the bustling streets, they strolled leisurely in the early afternoon, enjoying themselves and doing a little last-minute shopping.
While Aelfin busily haggled with a merchant, Dayanna licked the last of the pastry icing from her fingers, and turned to ask Beri if she, too, was thirsty. To her horror, she saw Beri's limp body being carried off through the jostling crowds by three scruffy, well-armed young men. They quickly disappeared around the corner into an alley.
Instantly, Dayanna was in pursuit, screaming, "Babba*! Help! Kidnappers! *Babba*!"
By the time she was halfway across the street, Aelfin passed her and charged around the corner, eldritch words of power on his lips. In the seconds it took Dayanna with her shorter legs to catch up, she saw amidst the clutter and shadows one kidnapper already sprawled bloody and lifeless on the ground. Further down the alley, her grandfather fought furiously blade and dagger with two more, their clashing steel a rapid staccato. Past them, near the end of the alley, Beri writhed and jerked against two more two villains, screaming and kicking. One pinned her arms to the ground while the other cut off her pants before dropping his own breeches.
"No!" Dayanna ran forward, and immediately the alley brightened, all shadows vanishing before her. In a hot rage, Dayanna reached for the long hunting knife on her hip as she closed the distance.
The one holding Beri's arms saw Dayanna, and he jumped up to meet her, drawing his dagger and short sword. Beri took the opportunity to rake the cheek of the one forcing himself between her legs. Snarling, the older youth hit her twice in the face, then twice more in the stomach. While she was stunned and bleeding, he began his abuse.
The ruffian charging at Dayanna grinned, thinking her an easy foe, and perhaps another victim. He tried to use his greater height and weight to overwhelm her, to knock her down.
Without thought or hesitation, all of Dayanna's hours training at the temple and with her grandfather automatically and seamlessly came into play. She sidestepped and whirled. Using both hands, she snapped her blade up, cutting deep, and yanked down to pull it free. Then she ran on.
Hearing her approach, Beri's assailant struggled to stand up and grab his sword at the same time. Dayanna swung in a downward sweep. He looked at her in surprise, then fell apart, sliced cleanly from shoulder to hip, dousing both girls liberally with blood. Beri shrieked and scrambled back to the alley wall. Dayanna pulled Beri to her feet, and throwing one arm protectively around her, held her sword *en garde.* When Beri tried to reach for the broad sword on the ground, Dayanna roughly pushed her back. As much as she wanted to help her grandfather, she knew better. They would more likely get in his way.
"Dayanna!" Beri cried, wiping her bloody nose. One eye was swollen and bruised, nearly closed. "I can still fight!"
Dayanna shook her head and squeezed tightly, causing Beri to grimace. The pain in her ribs lanced into her small frame, causing her to gasp.
"Then kill them all! No coins for the ferryman! Let 'em be ghosts forever!" And the young girl bawled into Dayanna's shoulder. Her body was one searing, throbbing mass of pain.
Aelfin slew one of his opponents.
Dayanna glanced around. Only one remained, and he struggled desperately against Aelfin's skill. Beri's pain tugged at her thoughts, and without thinking about it, Dayanna began to hum a tune. Colors danced on the edge of her vision, heat flushed through her body briefly and then it was gone.
Awed, Beri whispered, "It -- it doesn't hurt anymore. What did you do?"
Tears streaming freely, Dayanna kept her attention on the fight in front of her.
Seeing his death, the youth cried in Hellene, then in Norse, "Quarter! I yield!"
Aelfin spat back, "No quarter!"
When he tried to fight past the elf, Aelfin's dagger took him under the arm, and it was over.
It was sometime before Dayanna realized her grandfather was speaking to her.
"Dayanna! Can you hear me? Breathe! And please be careful with that sword!"
Aelfin squinted at her, his sensitive eyes narrow slits in the bright light.
Dayanna was amazed. She was holding a sword. Where did it come from? Exquisitely balanced and feather-light, the grip seemed made for her hand. The edge looked wicked sharp and deadly.
Perplexed, she looked for her hunting knife. It was there, still in its sheath on her hip. She blinked, exhaling -- and the light around her vanished.
"Come on, Little One," he urged. "It's all right. You're safe now, both of you."
"Babba*?"
"Just past thirteen years old and your first battle, you shine like all three suns at summer noon. That's the first -- Dayanna! Watch out! That sword is deadly dangerous. You don't want to hurt Beri or me, do you?"
Dazed, she shook her head. Carefully, she laid the long sword down. She thought its silver-blue sheen beautiful. The large diamond in the pommel almost seemed to wink at her.
Aelfin hugged them fiercely, kissing away their tears. "Lady above! You're both a mess! All soaked in blood! Dayanna, are you hurt? Are you sure? Good. Beri, I'm going to clean you up so I can check you better, is that all right?" Gesturing with his hands, he muttered a cantrip and she was instantly clean of all blood and grime. Her clothing was in shreds. Beri's face was purpling, but he was startled to find that her split lip was partially healed, and swollen nose only a little tender. Frowning, he glanced furtively at Dayanna before completing his exam. "Anything broken? Any other wounds? No? Without magic, that eye will probably swell shut. Try not to loosen that tooth any further. Beryl... there are no words to express my sorrow at what you have suffered. Someday, I hope you will forgive me. I'm not sure your mother will. First, though, you're going to see a healer." He repeated the cleaning spell on Dayanna, then checked her, too. "No wounds at all, Little One?" he asked, surprised and relieved.
Dayanna shook her head, staring at the carnage. She'd learned from her grandfather how to dress out animals for food. The alley was grisly; worse than she'd expected. During the battle, she had simply acted, each move a clear action in her mind. Her thoughts now, though, were awash with sadness at the emptiness of death, knowing these had once been living, sentient beings. Now that the fight was over, she trembled. Yet she felt no doubt about the correctness of her actions. They had hurt her sister, Beri! Then Dayanna noticed there were four bodies, not five!
"Babba*! Where's the other one? Did he get away?"
"No, Little One," he answered, satisfied at last she was unhurt. Digging into his pack, he pulled out his cloak and wrapped it around Beri, as her clothing hid nothing. Both girls were shaking, slipping into shock.
"Where's the body?"
"Your sword sliced clean through him, Dayanna. The power of the sword *consumed* him." He touched her chin, his eyes staring into hers. "He was vaporized. Totally. Into dust. Do you understand what I'm saying? What is the name of your sword?"
"Berek, the Life Slayer." She stared at him in surprise: surprise that she knew the answer, but also that he knew to ask. More so, she *knew* that sword. Berek had belonged to her dead mother, Brianna, and it was supposed to be locked away in a chest at home, more than a hundred kilometers away. "Babba*, what's going on?"
Unslinging his wine skin, he held it up to Beri and made her drink. "Berek belongs to you now, Dayanna. When your mother died, it went dormant. It seems your goddess heard your plea, and has gifted it to you. The sword is awake now, with all its fierce abilities. If the need is strong enough, it won't matter the distance -- your sword will find you, and Lady help any that dare stand before it."
Using one hand to steady Beri, Aelfin touched his granddaughter's face. "Dayanna, take a drink and then I want you to listen to me. You've survived your first combat, and I know all this is overwhelming, but please try to pay attention. Pick the sword up carefully and shake off the blood. Think its name in your mind, and use your thoughts to *command* it to become small."
As Dayanna bent down, the sword *moved,* skittering over the cobblestones and into her grasp. Numbly, she did as he bid. Instantly, the blade shrank, becoming a dagger with an overly-large hilt. When she tried to hand it to him, Aelfin jumped back, shielding Beri.
"No, Dayanna! Listen to what I'm saying. The sword is awake and you are its master. This sword can kill, even if you don't wield it yourself. Never, *ever* let anyone else attempt to use it or even attempt to draw it, because it might kill them, even if you don't want it to."
He retrieved Dayanna's bedroll from her pack and opened it up. "Lay it here. I will roll it up so that you can carry it safely." Dayanna laid it down carefully, and Aelfin rolled it within the blankets. He quickly secured it back to his granddaughter's backpack. Using the cantrip *fasten,* he made the leather straps around the blankets even tighter. "There's a temple near here, and both of you are going to be checked out by a healer. While I carry Beri, I want you to hang onto my belt and stay close."
"Babba*? What of this one?" She pointed to the dead rapist.
Aelfin looked back. "He's dead, Dayanna. See the tattoo on his arm? Cult of Ares. He's Hellenic, not Ba'lorian. There's no need for your Un-Naming Ritual."
Cult of Ares. Gangs of young men were initiated into the cult's mysteries by kidnapping a woman or a young girl to be tortured and murdered. Devoted to violence and death, the sect was outlawed within the Confederation. What her grandfather said wasn't strictly true, but Dayanna settled for a firm kick to the corpse. If the villain's soul made it past Charon the Ferryman, across the River Styx and into the underworld of the Hellenic dead, she hoped Hades exiled his soul to Tartarus for at least a hundred lifetimes. Then, she hurried after her grandfather.
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It was a beautiful Friday morning in late May as Amy Davis sat in the audience at her son Eric's high school graduation ceremony. As she watched him walk across the stage to get his diploma she was filled with pride and also a bit of sadness. For Amy the day marked the successful completion of her job of raising her son Eric.
In every respect Eric had become a man. He had turned 18 a few months earlier...he was well adjusted...he'd never been in trouble with the law...and now he had graduated from high school. He'd even been accepted to a good college and would soon be on his way to living his own life. It seemed to Amy as if he didn't need her anymore.
Tears of joy and tears of sorrow ran down Amy's cheeks as she thought about her son not needing her anymore. She had sacrificed a lot and worked very hard over the years to be able to afford to send Eric to a very expensive private school on the 'rich' side of town. They weren't exactly poor, but as a single mother it was difficult at times for Amy to afford the private school. Amy felt strongly though that the private schools would be much better for Eric than public school.
As she watched him get his diploma Amy knew that her son was more than worth the effort she had made.
When the graduation ceremony ended Amy pushed her way through the crowd trying to find Eric. When she found him she wasn't surprised to find him standing with his 5 best friends Mike, Lucas, Kyle, Jeff, and Troy.
"Eric...congratulations sweetie." Amy said.
She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Oh come on mom...you're embarrassing me in front of the guys." Eric said.
Amy pulled away from Eric.
"I'm sorry Eric...I don't mean to embarrass you...I'm just so proud of you sweetheart. If your dad were here he'd be proud of you too." Amy said.
Eric smiled.
"You always say that mom." Eric said.
"I always say it because it's always true Eric. He'd be just as proud of you as I am. You did it kiddo." Amy said.
Amy hugged Eric again.
"Hey mom...the guys and I were talking...would it be okay if we have a pool party at the house tomorrow?" Eric asked.
"Sure...no problem...though I don't know why you guys always want to have your parties at our house with our little pool with the huge custom built pools at some of your houses." Amy said.
"I think it probably has something to do with your willingness to let us drink at your house Mrs. Davis." Jeff said.
"Yes...well if you're having a party tomorrow I guess I'd better stop off to stock up on...party supplies...on my way home. How many people were you planning on having over?" Amy asked.
"Not too many...probably 15-20 at most." Eric said.
"Okay...I'll be sure to get enough alcohol for a party that size, but you guys are going to pass the hat to pay for it...I can't afford to just buy that much alcohol on my own." Amy said.
"Don't worry about it Mrs. Davis...we'll take up a collection and get you more than enough money to cover it." Lucas said.
The next day was a Saturday and Eric and his friends had a pool party in Amy's backyard. The party started in the early afternoon and after the first hour or so Amy came out the back door in a bikini. She walked over to where Eric and his friends were sitting.
"I hope you boys don't mind me being out here, but I want to be sure things don't get out of hand." Amy said.
"We never mind having you out here with us Mrs. Davis. You're way cooler about this than any of our parents." Mike said.
"Yeah, grab yourself a drink and join the party." Jeff said.
Amy grabbed a beer, walked over beside the pool, and sat in a chair and alongside some of the girls that had come to the party. She knew the girls from all of the other parties she'd hosted for Eric's friends so she easily joined in on their conversation with them as they talked about their plans for the summer and what college they were going to go to in the fall.
The party lasted all afternoon, but as the sun started going down people started leaving and soon everyone but Eric's friends had left. They all gathered around one table with Amy.
"We can't thank you enough for letting us have this party Mrs. Davis...everyone had a great time." Jeff said.
"It was my pleasure guys. You guys have one last summer together before you're all off to college so you should enjoy it. As far as I'm concerned there's nothing wrong with having some fun as long as things don't get out of control. Well...I'm gonna head inside and grab a shower. I hope you guys will be nice and help Eric clean up the mess you made, and be careful driving home." Amy said.
"We will Mrs. Davis." All 5 guys say together.
Amy stood up to go inside.
"Oh...Mrs. Davis...we almost forgot. Here's the money to cover the alcohol." Mike said.
He got up and grabbed a wad of cash out of his bag and handed it to Amy. Amy started counting the money.
"There's quite a bit more here than I spent on the alcohol for this party." Amy said.
"Consider the rest of it a tip for being so cool and letting us have so many parties here over the past few years." Kyle said.
"Well...thank you boys." Amy said.
Amy headed inside and the guys helped Eric clean up the party; then they left. Amy had showered, changed, and was in her office working on her computer by the time Eric came inside.
"Thanks again for letting us have the party here today mom." Eric said.
"You're welcome sweetie. In just a few short months you will all head off to college and start living different lives. I hope that you have as much fun as possible together this summer so you'll have great memories to look back on years from now. Do you want me to make you some dinner?" Amy asked.
"Nah...I had plenty to eat at the party." Eric said.
"Okay sweetie." Amy said.
The Monday night after the pool party, Eric went over to Lucas' house to hang out with the guys. For the first few hours they all sat around drinking talking about normal things...then the conversation changed.
"So Eric...when are we gonna have another pool party over at your place?" Kyle asked.
"I don't know man...we seem to have all of our parties at my place...you've all got pools...why doesn't one of you throw the party?" Eric asked.
"Nah...it's got to be at your place Eric." Kyle said.
"Why does it have to be at my place? Is it because my mom lets us drink?" Eric asked.
"That's part of it, but the main reason we have to have the party at your house is because your mom would be there." Lucas said.
"You want to have the party at my house because of my mom?" Eric asked.
"Yeah...every time we all hang out by your pool your mom comes out with us." Troy said.
"So?" Eric asked.
"Dude...she comes out and sits by the pool with us in her bikini...looking fine as hell." Mike said.
"Hey man...that's my mom you're talking about." Eric said.
"She's your mom man...she ain't our mom...which means we can look at her and talk about her and she's a fucking MILF." Jeff said.
"Shut up Jeff." Eric said.
"What? She is a serious MILF buddy...hell you know that. You see her every day; surely you've noticed how hot she is." Kyle said.
"Shut the hell up about my mom! I'm serious." Eric said.
"Dude...you should be proud to have a MILF like that as your mom. Just look at my mom." Mike said.
"Or mine...you're lucky." Kyle said.
"Can we stop talking about my mom please?" Eric asked.
"Dude...I would hit that so fucking hard." Lucas said.
"You're talking about my mom man...that's not cool." Eric said.
"Dude I would give anything to fuck your mom Eric." Troy said.
Eric was really pissed off.
"Shut up right fucking now!" Eric said.
"I'm serious man...anything...just name it." Troy said.
"Yeah...I would too. Eric, your mom is the hottest woman I've ever seen man." Mike said.
"She has MILF written all over her fine ass." Jeff said.
"I've wanted to fuck her since 7th grade." Kyle said.
"Knock it off guys. I'm getting seriously pissed off." Eric said.
"She touched my cock once." Lucas said.
The other guys looked at Lucas.
"Bullshit." Troy said.
"No...she did. When we were little she would baby-sit me. Eric and I played in the mud in the backyard and got filthy as hell so she gave me a bath." Lucas said.
"That don't fuckin' count...you were just a little kid." Jeff said.
"It's more than you've ever got from her." Lucas said.
"Fuck what we've got from her...it's what we want from her. What's it gonna take Eric?" Mike asked.
"For what?" Eric asked.
"For us to fuck your mom...how much will it cost us?" Mike asked.
Eric was completely blown away.
"I don't fucking believe this." Eric said.
"Believe it man...how much will it cost us to fuck her? $300? $500? Am I getting close?" Troy asked.
"You guys are fucking assholes...I'm out of here." Eric said.
Eric had heard enough so he got up and stormed out and headed home.
Amy could see that Eric was upset as soon as he walked in the door. She also noticed that it was way earlier than he normally got home from a night out with his friends.
"What's the matter sweetie?" Amy asked.
"Nothing." Eric said.
"Don't give me that...what is it?" Amy asked.
Amy motioned for Eric to sit down next to her...he slumped his shoulders and then sat down beside her.
"So what's wrong?" Amy asked.
"It's the guys...they were talking about something tonight...it really pissed me off. They've been talking about it off and on for a long time, but tonight was different. Tonight they went way too far." Eric said.
"Well knowing them the way I do and given the fact that they're 18 year old guys I'd bet that whatever they were talking about had something to do with sex. What were they talking about that upset you?" Amy asked.
"It's not...I really don't want to talk about it mom." Eric said.
Eric went to get up, but Amy held on to him.
"Eric sweetheart...I can't stand to see you this upset. You can talk to me about anything Eric...please tell me what's wrong." Amy said.
Eric looked at his mom and sighed.
"Okay...it isn't so much what they were talking about that bothers me...it was who they were talking about and how they were talking about her that bothers me." Eric said.
"Who were they talking about? Is it a girl that you like or something? Is it a female friend of yours? Who is it?" Amy asked.
Eric tried his best to hold it back but he couldn't stop himself.
"You...okay...they were talking about you." Eric said.
Amy was surprised.
"Me? Your friends were talking about me...in a sexual way?" Amy asked in disbelief.
"Yes. They say you're a MILF." Eric said.
"A what?" Amy asked.
"A MILF." Eric said.
"What is a MILF? I don't know that word." Amy said.
"It means a Mother I'd Like to Fu...um...have sex with." Eric said.
Amy was shocked...she'd never heard the word MILF before...and she was shocked that her son's friends thought of her like that.
"Oh my goodness. So they were all talking openly about wanting to have sex with me...and that's what's bothering you right now?" Amy asked.
Eric nodded.
"Yes, but it's not just that...it gets worse." Eric said.
"There's more? What else could there be that would be worse than that for you?" Amy asked.
Eric took a deep breath.
"They kept asking me how much." Eric said.
"How much what?" Amy asked.
"They wanted to know how much money they would have to give me to let them have sex with you." Eric said.
Amy's jaw dropped open...she was completely blown away...her son's friends were asking him how much money they would have to pay Eric in order for them to have sex with her.
"Oh my god. Do you believe them? I mean do you think they're serious about offering you money for that? Or do you think they were just giving you a hard time?" Amy asked.
"I think they were very serious. They've given me a hard time about things before...this is nothing like that. They even asked about specific prices. They offered $300 or $500." Eric said.
"They offered you as much as $500 so they could have sex with me?" Amy asked.
"Yes." Eric said.
"Oh Eric...I'm so sorry that they did that." Amy said.
Amy hugged Eric and for a few minutes they both remained silent.
"I'm sorry mom." Eric said.
"You don't have anything to be sorry about Eric. You haven't done anything wrong." Amy said.
She held Eric for a while longer before he pulled away from her.
"Are you gonna be okay sweetie?" Amy asked.
"Yeah...I think I'm going to go to bed." Eric said.
"Okay." Amy said.
After Eric had gone upstairs Amy sat on the couch letting what Eric had told her sink in. She was shocked that her son's 18 year old friends all seemed to want to have sex with her. Amy did consider herself attractive; she'd been asked out by several men close to her own age over the past few years...she'd never even considered that guys her son's age would be interested in her.
Amy took great pride in taking good care of herself. She ate right and worked out regularly and she felt that she looked a good deal younger than her true age of 38. Amy was tall for a woman at 5'8" with long legs, a nice ass, a smooth flat tummy, and D cup breasts.
Amy found herself sitting there thinking about Eric's friends. She had known them since they were little kids and to some extent that's how she still saw them. She had never once thought about any of them in a sexual way...after hearing that they were interested in her sexually however...she couldn't help thinking about them that way. Over the past several years Amy had seen them all wearing nothing but bathing suits by her pool a number of times. She had to admit...they were all good looking young men.
As she sat there thinking about Eric's friends Amy couldn't help but think about how long it had been since she had been with a man. Amy had been widowed by a drunk driver 14 years earlier when Eric was 4 just years old and she hadn't been with a man since her husband died.
Amy began remembering making love to her husband...it brought back good memories. Slowly her husband's face was replaced by the faces of Eric's friends. Amy was amazed at the feeling of butterflies in her stomach...and the tingling even lower...as she thought about having sex with Eric's friends.
After not having sex for so long the thought of having 5 young guys wanting to have sex with her excited Amy. The idea of having men less than half her age want to have sex with her so badly that they were willing to pay her for it excited her too.
"Could I actually do that?" Amy asked herself.
Over the next several days Amy spent a lot of time thinking about what Eric had told her. She thought about Eric's friends. She thought about sex. She thought about getting paid to have sex with Eric's friends.
Eric went to hang out with his friends every night during the week, but he came home very early and very angry every night. There was no need to talk about it...Amy knew why.
By Friday night Amy had made a decision and she was determined to get Eric's friends to stop giving him a hard time one way or the other. She wasn't quite sure when she'd have the opportunity to talk to them, but she knew that she had to do it soon. Amy took a load of clean laundry upstairs, took a shower, and got dressed. When she came downstairs she saw Eric sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Aren't you going out with your friends tonight sweetie?" Amy asked.
"What's the point? If I go over to Lucas' tonight they're just going to ask me how much it will cost them to have sex with you again. That will get me pissed at them and I'll come home. Besides...I'm going to grandpa and grandma's this weekend and I want to get an early start tomorrow morning so I plan to turn in early." Eric said.
Amy saw her chance...she knew where the 5 guys would be...and she knew Eric wouldn't be there.
"Okay. I think I'm gonna go out for a drink...it's been kind of a strange week." Amy said.
"Okay. Have fun." Eric said.
"Oh...I'm sure I will. Don't wait up." Amy said.
Amy walked out to her car and drove away. She drove across town into an expensive neighborhood. She pulled up in front of a house she'd been to several times over the years. She parked by the curb, got out of her car, and walked around the back. Out by the pool, exactly where she figured she'd find them, Amy found Eric's friends Troy, Kyle, Jeff, Lucas, and Mike sitting around talking.
The guys saw her walking towards them and they all got quiet.
"Good evening Mrs. Davis. Eric isn't here." Lucas said.
"I know that. I'm here to talk to you guys." Amy said.
"Talk to us about what?" Mike asked.
"I know that the 5 of you have been giving Eric a hard time lately and I'm here because I want it to stop." Amy said.
"What? What did he tell you? We haven't been bothering him about anything." Troy said.
"Oh really? So you haven't been constantly asking Eric how much it will cost you to have sex with me?" Amy asked.
The 5 guys all had the deer in the headlights look for a moment.
"Are you kidding? We'd never do something like that. He's just trying to get us in trouble." Kyle said.
"Yeah." Jeff said.
Amy laughed.
"I'm not buying that for one second guys. Remember...I have a son your age...I can tell when you're lying, and it is written all over your faces. I'm tired of you guys bothering Eric about this, you're supposed to be his friends, so I'm here to put an end to it." Amy said.
"What do you mean put an end to it?" Mike asked.
Amy had a very serious expression on her face as she looked at the 5 young men.
"What I'm about to say doesn't leave the 6 of us do you hear me? If you spread it around I'll simply deny it and it will ruin things for everyone. $1,000 apiece." Amy said.
"$1,000 apiece for what?" Troy asked.
"You all wanted to know how much it would cost you to have sex with me. The answer is that it will cost you $1,000 each. Remember though; you can't tell anyone...especially not Eric...about anything that happens. So if this happens there will be absolutely no bragging to your friends about doing Mrs. Davis. This offer is only open to the 5 of you and nobody else." Amy said.
The 5 guys sat silently for a few minutes.
"Are you for real?" Lucas asked.
"Yeah...are you serious or are you just messing with us?" Jeff asked.
"I'm very serious. For $1,000 cash I will have sex with you. The question isn't whether or not I am serious. The question is...were you guys serious about being willing to pay to have sex with me?" Amy asked.
The guys stared at Amy dumbfounded for a moment.
"Hell yes we were serious...at least I was." Troy said.
"Me too, but the price seems a little high." Mike said.
"Oh it does? Well that's too bad because if you want to have sex with me that's what you'll have to pay. I'm not some cheap street walking slut. You all come from rich families and have more than enough to pay me $1,000 to have sex with you and if I'm going to do it I won't accept anything less than that amount. Does anyone think that is unreasonable? Do any of you think I'm a cheap slut?" Amy asked.
"No...of course not...none of us think you're a cheap slut. Mike's an idiot...I think $1,000 sounds just fine." Jeff said.
"How about the rest of you...Mike?" Amy asked.
"I apologize...$1,000 will be fine." Mike said.
"How about the rest of you?" Amy asked.
The other guys all agreed that $1,000 sounded fine.
"Good. You're serious...I'm serious...you've all agreed to the price...so now we need to talk about the rules." Amy said.
"What kind of rules?" Kyle asked.
"First off...and it is absolutely vital...nobody knows about this but us. You can't tell anyone about what we're doing under any circumstances...especially not Eric. If I hear that you've been bragging about it...or talking about it where people overhear you...or anything like that I'll deny it and it will all be over. If Eric somehow finds out it will definitely be over. Secondly it will be done on my schedule at locations of my choosing. If you want to have sex with me you will have to do it when it is convenient for me...not when it is convenient for you. I won't be some call girl that you can just call up any time you want to fuck. Third there will be no pictures or videos or anything like that so don't even ask for any. Fourth...when it comes to the sex itself I'm in charge so don't try to boss me around in bed. If you try to get bossy with me or if you get rough with me its over. Fifth each of our...dates...will last as long as I want it to last...no longer...no shorter. If all I want is one quick fuck that's all it will be. If all I want is to do oral that's all it will be. Then again...if I want it to last all weekend...that's how it will be too. You will accept whatever I want to do without complaining or it's over. Sixth...there will be no discounts...you all have a good deal of money and already agreed to the price...so its $1,000 per time...cash...in advance...no exceptions. If you don't have the money...you don't have the mommy. Seventh you guys have to stop giving Eric a hard time. He's your friend...he's been your friend all your lives...act like it. You need to apologize to him for giving him such a hard time about wanting to fuck me and you need to get him to hang out with you again. That will work to our benefit...if he's hanging out with some of you guys...he won't be at my house...making it easier for me to have one of you pay me a visit. Are there any questions about the rules?" Amy asked.
There were no questions.
"Okay then...its Friday night and you all look like you want to jump me right now, but which one of you is man enough and more importantly has the cash to be first?" Amy asked.
The guys all pulled out their money and started counting.
"God damn it...I've only got $300 on me." Troy said.
"I've only got $650." Lucas said.
"I've got $1,000...man I'm glad I didn't swing by to get my pot yet." Jeff said.
Jeff fanned out the bills proving that he had $1,000 cash...showing it to Amy. She took it and counted it out to be sure it was all there.
"Okay...it looks like you'll be my 'date' tonight Jeff." Amy said.
"Then let's get over to your place." Jeff said.
"Easy there Jeff...Eric is at my house right now. It would be a little awkward if we showed up and asked him to leave so we could have sex. You guys need to call him and tell him that you want to apologize to him for giving him such a hard time lately. Have him come over here and get him to drink with you and hang out for a couple of hours while Jeff and I go have some fun. Oh and if Eric leaves here before Jeff calls you...call Jeff's cell phone so Jeff will be able to leave and I'll have a chance to clean up before Eric gets home." Amy said.
Troy dialed Eric's cell phone.
"Hello?" Eric asked.
"Hey Eric...it's Troy." Troy said.
"What do you want?" Eric asked.
"Me and the guys were talking...we've been ribbing you pretty hard about your mom lately. We didn't really mean it and we're sorry. Why don't you come over to Luc
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as' place and hang out with us? We promise that we're done giving you a hard time about your mom." Troy said.
"Okay...I'll be right over, but if you guys say one word about my mom..." Eric said.
"Don't worry man...we won't. See you in a few minutes." Troy said.
He hung up.
"Okay...he's on his way." Troy said.
"Then let's get going." Jeff said.
Jeff and Amy got in their cars and took the long way to Amy's house so they didn't pass Eric on the way. Jeff got a text message letting them know that Eric had arrived at Lucas' house so they pulled into Amy's driveway knowing Eric wasn't home.
They went inside and headed straight to the bedroom. They were both nervous as they sat down on the edge of the bed.
"So...Jeff...how do you want to do this?" Amy asked.
"What do you mean? I thought you said that you were in charge." Jeff said.
"I am, but this is my first time whoring myself to someone and I'm a little nervous. On the way over here I decided that if you've been lusting after me for a long time like you all claimed you probably have a scene in your head of how you'd get me...it might make things easier for me and more fun for both of us to play that out...assuming it doesn't involve anything public or anything like that. So...how did you get me in your fantasies?" Amy asked.
"Well...I've wanted to see you naked for as long as I can remember. I have even slipped into your room a few times over the years while you were in the shower hoping that you'd left the bathroom door open just a bit so I could catch a peak at you. I was never lucky enough to catch you, but I've fantasized about it a lot." Jeff said.
"So you want to catch me in the shower?" Amy asked.
"Yeah...yeah that would be great." Jeff said.
"So...like...I go get into the shower and then you sneak into my bathroom, watch me through the glass shower door for a while, and then slip into the shower with me or something?" Amy asked.
"Yeah...that would be awesome." Jeff said.
"Okay...that sounds simple enough to me. Wait out here for a few minutes so I can go in there and get ready. Oh and when you do come in, bring your phone so we can hear it if it rings." Amy said.
Amy got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. She closed the door most of the way, but left it open just a crack so that it wouldn't latch closed. She walked over to the large walk in shower, opened the glass door turned on the water to get it warmed up.
Amy stood looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"Am I really going to do this?" Amy asked herself quietly.
She looked at herself for a minute or so and then her mind returned to the tingling between her legs and the butterflies in her stomach.
"Yes...I'm doing this." Amy said to herself.
She slowly got undressed; carefully placing her clothes up on the counter by the sink. Amy looked at her naked reflection in the mirror; then she turned towards the shower, opened the door, and stepped into the steamy spray.
The heat of the water and the steamy air surrounding her only enhanced Amy's growing arousal. When Amy was thoroughly wet from head to toe she took a deep breath.
"Well...here we go. OKAY...I'M READY WHEN YOU ARE!" Amy yelled.
Jeff had been craning his ear towards the bathroom door listening for Amy's signal. When he heard it he jumped up from the bed and quickly stripped out of all of his clothes.
When he was completely naked Jeff grabbed his cell phone, walked to the bathroom door, quietly pushed it open, and stepped inside. He quietly closed and locked the door behind him before turning his attention to the shower.
The air in the bathroom was filled with steam, but Jeff could easily see Amy through the glass wall of the shower. The water streaking down the glass as well as the steam distorted his view slightly, but that didn't matter to Jeff. For a few minutes Jeff stood and watched her wash her body.
After several minutes Jeff put his cell phone on the counter and stepped quietly towards the shower door. He reached out his hand and slowly pulled the handle...opening the shower door. Amy turned and acted surprised to see him...she covered herself with her hands.
"Jeff...what are you doing in here? You aren't supposed to be in here. Get out of here." Amy said.
"You don't want me to go." Jeff said.
"Yes I do." Amy said.
"Your brain says go...but your body says stay." Jeff said.
Amy had lowered her hands revealing her fully nude body to Jeff. He looked her up and down carefully taking in every last detail. After a few minutes of ogling Amy's body Jeff stepped into the shower closing the door behind him.
"Jeff...please...you shouldn't be in here." Amy said.
"Mrs. Davis...you are absolutely gorgeous...even more beautiful than I imagined." Jeff said.
"Thank you Jeff, that's nice of you to say, but I know I don't compare to girls your age." Amy said.
"I'm bored with girls Mrs. Davis...what I want is a real...live...woman." Jeff said.
He kissed her and took her in his arms.
"Jeff...you shouldn't be kissing me...it isn't right." Amy said.
"You're single...I'm single...we're both over 18...there's nothing wrong with what we're doing." Jeff said.
"You're one of my son's best friends...we shouldn't..." Amy said.
"I won't force you into anything Mrs. Davis...if you want me to stop...all you have to do is push me away." Jeff said.
Jeff kissed Amy again...she didn't push him away.
After kissing her for a minute or so Jeff moved his mouth down to Amy's luscious breasts and licked and sucked them for several minutes before moving lower. The shower had a bench seat in it that was supposed to be used with the steam feature...Jeff guided Amy down onto it.
Jeff got down on his knees and gently pulled Amy's legs wide apart. He started at her knees and kissed his way up her thighs to her pussy. He devoured Amy's pussy for several minutes and was rewarded with a mouthful of her sweet nectar as she had an orgasm.
They both stood up and Amy kissed Jeff licking her juices from his face.
"God Jeff that was incredible." Amy said.
"I'm glad you liked it Mrs. Davis." Jeff said.
Amy laughed.
"Call me Amy...calling me Mrs. Davis when you have my pussy juice running down your chin just sounds ridiculous." Amy said.
Jeff smiled.
"Okay Amy." Jeff said.
"I guess it's my turn now." Amy said.
Amy kissed her way down Jeff's body until she reached his cock. Amy gently kissed his cock and stroked it lightly. Amy looked up and saw Jeff looking down at her with pure lust in his eyes.
"The first time you only get one...do you want a blowjob or do you want to have sex?" Amy asked.
"Sex." Jeff groaned.
Amy kissed Jeff's cock again and stood up. She turned away from Jeff and bent down. Jeff moved in behind her and pushed his aching cock into her pussy. It was the first time in 14 years that a cock had been inside her. Jeff started fucking her hard and fast.
"Oh god Amy...your pussy feels so fucking good." Jeff said.
"Slow down...you'll never last long like that...slow it down...enjoy it." Amy said.
Jeff slowed down as much as he could, but he still came within a few minutes.
Amy pulled off of Jeff's cock and turned to face him. Jeff kissed her and held her wet naked body tight against his.
"So...what did you think? Remembering that this first time was just a taste of what can be...was $1,000 a fair price?" Amy asked.
"God yes...that was incredible." Jeff said.
He kissed Amy.
"So will you want to do this again?" Amy asked.
"I'll be going to the ATM as soon as I get a chance." Jeff said.
"I'm glad to hear it. There's one more rule that I forgot to mention earlier that I plan to tell each of you about one at a time." Amy said.
"What's the rule?" Jeff asked.
"If you want to be with me again you have to eat your cum back out of me." Amy said.
"What? No way." Jeff said sounding disgusted.
"Suit yourself, but I should tell you that once you say no there won't be any more opportunities for you to be with me." Amy said.
Amy went to grab the hand shower to wash herself out, but Jeff grabbed her hand.
"Wait...I'll do it." Jeff said.
"That's what I like to hear. Now...lay down on the floor." Amy said.
Jeff laid down on the floor of the large shower. Amy squatted over his face and lowered her cum filled pussy down onto his mouth.
"Now be sure to get it all." Amy said.
Jeff licked and sucked his cum out of Amy's pussy. Amy moaned as Jeff licked his cum out of her. Amy's husband had licked his cum out of her many times and Amy had always enjoyed it so it felt incredible to have someone doing it again. When Jeff was done Amy moved off of him and they both stood up.
"There now...that wasn't so bad was it?" Amy asked.
Jeff didn't say anything.
"Don't worry Jeff...they'll all have to do it when it is their turn. If they don't do it they won't get any more time with me. You'd probably better get going...Eric will probably be back soon." Amy said.
"When can I see you again?" Jeff asked.
"We have to be fair and wait until the others have had their opportunity. When you get back tell Troy that he's next if he has the money and have him call me tomorrow morning on my cell phone. Any time after 8:00." Amy said.
"Sure." Jeff said.
Jeff kissed Amy, slipped out of the shower, dried off, grabbed his cell phone, went to the bedroom, got dressed, and left.
Amy rinsed herself off, got out of the shower, dried off, got dressed, and was downstairs reading when Eric got home.
"Oh hi sweetie...I thought you were in bed. Did you change your mind about going out?" Amy asked.
"Yeah...after you left the guys called and said they wanted me to come over to Lucas' place so they could apologize to me about the things they've been saying about you." Eric said.
"Oh I'm glad...I knew that they'd drop it eventually." Amy said.
"Well...I'm gonna call it a night...I've got to be on the road pretty early tomorrow." Eric said.
"Okay...goodnight sweetie." Amy said.
Eric went upstairs to bed.
At 8:30 the next morning Amy's phone rang.
"I was wondering when you were going to call." Amy said.
"I wanted to be sure that Eric was gone before I did." Troy said.
"He left a little after 7:00 to go spend the weekend with his grandparents and won't be home until Sunday night...which means I'm here in this big old house all alone." Amy said playfully.
"I can help you with that." Troy said.
"Have you got the cash?" Amy asked.
"I hit the ATM before I went home last night." Troy said.
"Then come on over." Amy said.
Twenty minutes later Amy was counting Troy's money.
"Okay...so...you've fantasized about me right? In your fantasy...how did you picture getting me the first time?" Amy asked.
"What? Why do you want to know that?" Troy asked.
"Last night Jeff and I played out his fantasy of how he always pictured getting me. It helped us with the awkwardness of the situation. I figured I'd do it with all of you this first time." Amy said.
"Oh...that makes sense I guess. Well...I always pictured walking into your room and finding you sleeping. I'd pull back the covers and you'd be laying there naked. I'd look at you and touch you for a while before you woke up. You would always wake up when I was eating you and you'd want me to continue." Troy said.
"Well...that's certainly doable...let's go make that fantasy a reality. I'll go up to my bedroom, get naked, crawl into bed, and pretend to be asleep. Give me a few minutes to get ready and then come on up to the bedroom." Amy said.
"Okay." Troy said.
Amy went up to her bedroom and pulled the covers...except for the thin top sheet...off the bed. She then got completely naked and crawled into the bed and lay perfectly still as if she were asleep. She could hear Troy coming up the stairs.
"Okay...I'm ready." Amy said.
Amy lay perfectly motionless with her eyes closed as Troy opened the bedroom door and quietly stepped inside. He closed the door and moved over beside the bed so he was looking down at Amy.
For several minutes Troy looked at Amy lying there, but then he grew bolder and gently began pulling at the thin sheet that was covering Amy's naked body. He pulled the sheet very slowly...slowly enough that had Amy really been asleep it might not have woken her up.
Amy's breasts came into view and Troy stopped for a few minutes to look at them. Then he pulled some more. Amy's tummy...her belly button...her shaved pubic area...and her pussy all came into view little by little.
Troy pulled the sheet completely away leaving Amy's body completely uncovered and lying naked on the bed. He stood silently beside the bed looking down at her for several minutes.
Eventually Troy gently sat on the bed beside Amy being careful not to shake the bed too much. He leaned over Amy's body getting a closer look at her breasts and her pussy. Slowly he began to touch her. His hands touched and caressed nearly every inch of her flesh.
He gently squeezed her nipples and rubbed her pussy. He lowered his mouth down to engulf one of Amy's nipples. He suckled at her nipples for a few minutes before moving down between her legs where he began licking her pussy.
It was Troy's fantasy that Amy wake up while he was licking her pussy, plus it really felt good so she started moaning and panting.
"Don't stop...don't stop." Amy said.
Troy looked up...playing into the fantasy...caught.
"Hey...I said don't stop." Amy said.
"I..." Troy said.
"You can apologize later...for now...finish what you started." Amy said.
Troy went back to licking Amy's pussy...he brought her to orgasm and she covered her face with a pillow to muffle the scream.
When Troy was done lapping up Amy's juices she pounced on him. She kissed him and began opening his pants.
"Mrs. Davis..." Troy started.
"Amy." Amy said.
Amy lowered her head down and licked and sucked Troy's balls while slowly stroking his cock. She could see him looking down at her...she smiled.
"Do you want me to suck you cock? Or would you rather fuck me?" Amy asked.
"I want both." Troy said.
"Sorry...you only get one the first time." Amy said.
"Then I definitely want to fuck you." Troy said.
"Then do it." Amy said.
Amy flopped back onto the bed and Troy mounted her...driving his cock into her. He lasted just over two minutes before he came in her. He collapsed down onto Amy with all of his weight. She kissed him and put her arms around him.
"Was it good for you?" Amy asked.
"God yes...I'm sorry that I didn't last that long." Troy said.
"That's okay...I didn't expect you to. Was it worth $1,000?" Amy asked.
"Hell yes." Troy said.
"Will you want to do this again?" Amy asked.
"Yes...as soon as possible." Troy said.
"Then you have to do something." Amy said.
"Anything." Troy said.
"Lick your cum out of me." Amy said.
"What?" Troy asked.
"It's a rule I decided to tell you all about one at a time, and only after you've fucked me. If you want to see me again then you have to lick your cum out of me...otherwise you're out." Amy said.
"Oh man...fine." Troy said.
Troy crawled off of Amy and moved between her legs. He licked and sucked his cum back out of her as Amy held his head with both hands.
"There now...you've earned a second opportunity. As soon as the others have had their turn we can set up another 'date'." Amy said.
"Well Eric's going to be gone all weekend right?" Troy asked.
"Yes he is...and I'm going to call one of the other guys as soon as you've left." Amy said.
"Well don't let me keep you from it. The sooner you get done with them the sooner I get to fuck you again." Troy said.
Troy got dressed and left. Amy grabbed her cell phone and called Lucas.
"Hello?" Lucas asked.
"Lucas...its Amy." Amy said.
"Amy? Oh...Mrs. Davis...is it my turn?" Lucas asked.
"Have you got the cash?" Amy asked.
"Oh yeah I've got it." Lucas said.
"Then come on over." Amy said.
Amy quickly cleaned up and was waiting for Lucas when he arrived. He immediately handed her the cash. She quickly counted it and then looked at Lucas.
"Okay...what's your fantasy?" Amy asked.
"What do you mean?" Lucas asked.
"How did you picture having sex with me the first time when you fantasized about me?" Amy asked.
"Oh...um...it's kind of embarrassing." Lucas said.
"There's no need to be embarrassed Lucas...I won't judge you...I won't tell anybody...and maybe we can make your dream come true." Amy said.
"Well...okay...I always pictured you catching me jerking off on your bed with your panties scattered all around me." Lucas said.
"My panties...are you the one that stole some of my panties?" Amy asked.
"Yes." Lucas said meekly.
Amy smiled.
"Thank god...I was afraid that it was Eric. Your fantasy is no problem...in fact...it sounds like fun...let's go up to the bedroom." Amy said.
They went upstairs.
"Okay...since you've stolen panties from me in the past you know where they are. Go ahead on into the bedroom and have some fun. I'll give you 5 minutes...then I'll come in." Amy said.
Lucas went into Amy's bedroom and shut the door. He immediately took all of his clothes off and opened Amy's panty drawer. He pulled out all of her panties and threw them on the bed. Lucas climbed onto the bed and picked up two pairs of panties. He held the crotch of one pair to his nose and used the other pair to slowly stroke his rock hard cock.
Amy waited for what she figured to be 5 minutes then she opened the door. Playing in to Lucas' fantasy she looked shocked and angry.
"Lucas! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Amy asked.
"I...I...I...I..." Lucas stammered.
"Now I'm going to have to wash all of those...thanks a lot Lucas. What do you want to play with a bunch of silly panties for anyway?" Amy asked.
Amy looked at Lucas sternly...expecting an answer.
"They've...they've been intimate with your most intimate places." Lucas said.
"Yeah...but those are clean...they don't smell like me...they smell like fabric softener. You should have gone through the hamper to get the dirty ones. At least those would smell like me. Or did you go through my hamper too?" Amy asked.
"No." Lucas said.
"So you don't know what my pussy actually smells like then do you?" Amy asked.
"No." Lucas said.
"Well...let's change that." Amy said.
"What?" Lucas asked.
"Lay back down." Amy said.
Lucas did as Amy told him. Amy quickly took off the little sundress she was wearing leaving her in only her bra and panties. She crawled up on the bed.
"If you like sniffing my panties so much...try sniffing them when they're still on me." Amy said.
She lowered her panty covered pussy down on to Lucas' face.
"Smell it...take in long deep breaths." Amy said in commanding tone.
Lucas started breathing deep.
"Do you like that Lucas? Does it smell good?" Amy asked.
"Yes...yes...it smells wonderful." Lucas said.
"Lick them...lick the crotch of my panties." Amy said.
Lucas started licking the crotch of Amy's panties.
"Can you taste my pussy through my panties Lucas?" Amy asked.
"Yes." Lucas said.
"Do you want a better taste of it? Do you want to taste my bare pussy Lucas?" Amy asked.
"Yes...please...yes." Lucas said.
"Ask for it. Ask me if you can please taste my bare pussy." Amy said.
"Can I please taste your bare pussy?" Lucas asked.
Amy reached down, pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and squatted hard on Lucas' face.
"You want to taste me? Fine...taste me...lick me...lick me you dirty little panty boy. Lick my pussy." Amy said.
Lucas started licking Amy's pussy.
"That's it...you're a good little pussy licker aren't you panty boy? Stick your tongue inside me." Amy said.
Lucas stuck his tongue in Amy's pussy and after a few minutes she came on his face. Amy then moved off of Lucas' face and he sat up.
"Well done panty boy. Now let's see what else you're good at." Amy said.
Amy kissed Lucas for a few minutes before taking off her bra guiding Lucas' head down to her breasts.
"Suck them. Suck them and lick them panty boy." Amy said.
Lucas sucked and licked Amy's breasts and then Amy forcefully pushed him back on the bed.
"You're pretty good at that too panty boy. Now...you have two...no three choices. Choice number one I give you a blowjob. Choice number two I take off the panties I'm wearing and use them to give you a hand job. Choice number 3 I take off the panties I'm wearing, you put them on, and you fuck me. You only get one this first time...what's it going to be panty boy?" Amy asked.
"It's definitely option 3. The other two would be great, but I've wanted to fuck you so bad for so long." Lucas said.
Amy quickly took off her panties and handed them to Lucas. He pulled them up stretching them out to get them over his ass with his cock and balls poking out. Amy looked at him and smiled.
"Those look pretty good on you panty boy. Do you like wearing my panties?" Amy asked.
"Yes." Lucas said.
"Lay back down panty boy." Amy said.
Lucas laid down. Amy straddled Lucas' hard cock and guided it into her pussy. She rode him until he came inside her after just a few minutes.
Amy slumped forward onto Lucas. She kissed him and looked down into his face. She smiled.
"So...my little panty boy...was this worth $1,000?" Amy asked.
"Hell yes." Lucas said.
"Do you think you'll want to do it again once the others have had their chance?" Amy asked.
"Absolutely." Lucas said.
"Then there's something you need to do." Amy said.
"What is it?" Lucas asked.
"You have to lick your cum back out of me. It's a little rule I decided to tell you about individually just to see how serious you are about doing this again. So...what do you say panty boy?" Amy asked.
"I say...give me that sloppy pussy." Lucas said.
Amy moved her pussy up over Lucas' face and he sucked and licked until every last trace of his cum had been cleaned from Amy's pussy.
"You're very good at that panty boy. I'd say you even enjoyed it." Amy said.
"I did. That wasn't my first cream pie...a few of my girlfriends have let me do that." Lucas said.
"I think you ruined that pair of panties so you can keep them if you want. Do you want to keep them panty boy?" Amy asked.
"Yes." Lucas said.
"Then leave them on as you get dressed and wear them home." Amy said.
Lucas rolled off the bed, pulled his boxers up over Amy's panties, finished getting dressed, and left. After Lucas left Amy took a nap and showered to be rested up before calling Mike.
"Hello." Mike said.
"Hi Mike...its Amy." Amy said.
"Oh...hi Mrs. Davis...do I get to come spend some time with you now?" Mike asked.
"If you've got the money honey...I've got the time." Amy said.
"I've got the money." Mike said.
"Then come on over." Amy said.
"I'll see you in a few minutes." Mike said.
Mike handed Amy 10 crisp new $100 bills as soon as he walked in the door. She examined them carefully.
"Okay...so in all the times you've pictured fucking me...how did you figure it would go d
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own?" Amy asked.
"What? Why do you want to know that?" Mike asked.
"I've decided that since you guys all fantasized about me it might be fun to help you fulfill your fantasies...so you can fuck me the way you always pictured. Assuming it can be done here of course." Amy said.
"Oh...that's awesome of you. Okay...I always pictured it as me spending the night over here with Eric and you walking in on me when I was in the shower the next morning." Mike said.
"That sounds exciting, but the shower Eric uses is a little small for two people." Amy said.
"I know...that's why I always pictured fucking you on the counter." Mike said.
"Okay...let's go upstairs and make your fantasy a reality." Amy said.
They went upstairs and Mike went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and took off his clothes. After a few minutes Amy opened the door.
"Mike...I didn't know if there were any towels so I brought you...oh my god...I'm sorry." Amy said.
"It's okay...really." Mike said.
"I should let you get dressed." Amy said.
"Or you could get undressed." Mike said.
Amy laughed.
"That's a good line...does it work on anyone?" Amy asked.
"I don't know...how's it working on you?" Mike asked.
"Well...all of a sudden I am really warm." Amy said.
"Let me help you with that." Mike said.
He reached around Amy and pushed the bathroom door closed. He also opened her sun dress and pulled it off so it fell to the floor.
"There...that should help cool you off...though it is making me hot." Mike said.
Mike put his hands on Amy's waist.
"You look a little flushed...you must still be warm...let's see what we can do about that." Mike said.
He moved his hands up Amy's back until he found her bra strap.
"What are you doing?" Amy asked.
"I'm taking your bra off so I can finally see your tits." Mike said.
"Mike...we shouldn't...you shouldn't...Eric could wake up." Amy said.
"Eric's out cold...an earthquake wouldn't wake him up." Mike said.
Mike unclasped Amy's bra and pulled it off of her shoulders. Amy let the bra fall to the floor between them. She was pretending to be very nervous.
Mike stared at Amy's chest.
"There they are at long last. They're even more perfect than I imagined. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to see your tits?" Mike asked.
"How long?" Amy asked.
"Seven years...ever since puberty I've wanted to see these tits. I've spent 7 years staring at your tits when you weren't looking. Every tight top...every low cut blouse...every time you'd put on your bikini and come out by the pool with us...they were all torture. I've been trying to sneak a peak at your tits for 7 years and now here they are in my hands...fully exposed...beautiful." Mike said.
Mike was gently cupping each of Amy's breasts with his hands. He lifted them to feel their weight in his hands and gently caressed them as he flicked her nipples with his thumbs.
"Mike please...that's enough. You wanted to see my breasts and now you've seen and touched them. Eric could wake up any minute and catch us...we have to stop. Please let me get dressed." Amy said.
"We can't stop yet. Yes I've seen and felt your tits, but you've got something else that I've wanted to see for a long time too. Who knows if I'll ever get another chance? Take your panties off for me." Mike said.
"What?" Amy asked.
"Take your panties off." Mike said.
"You want me...to...to take my panties off?" Amy asked.
"Yes. I've wanted to see your pussy for almost as long as I've wanted to see your tits. Now take your panties off." Mike said.
"I...I can't...I won't." Amy said.
"Take them off." Mike said.
"Why do I have to do it? Why don't you do it? You've stripped me out of the rest of my clothes." Amy said.
"Oh no...I won't take them off...I want you to take them off. I want to watch you to take your panties off. I want you to take your panties off knowing that you're taking them off for me. Now...take them off." Mike said.
"Um...well...I...okay...but that's it. I'll take them off...you can look at my pussy, but that's it." Amy said.
"Take them off." Mike said.
Amy sighed.
"Fine...I'll do it." Amy said.
Mike stepped back and watched as Amy slowly hooked her thumbs into her panties and began pushing them down slowly. When Mike got his first view of Amy's pussy he licked his lips. Amy pushed her panties down her thighs, past her knees, they fell down her calves to her ankles, and she stepped out of them.
"There...I took my panties off for you." Amy said.
"There now...was that so bad?" Mike asked.
"No...I guess not. Can I get dressed now?" Amy asked.
"Not just yet. Pick up your panties and hand them to me." Mike said.
"What?" Amy asked.
"Pick them up. I want you to hand them to me." Mike said.
"Um...okay." Amy said.
Amy started to crouch down to pick up her panties.
"No...not like that. Come over to this side and face away from me. I want you to bend over at the waist...so I can see you from behind." Mike said.
Amy moved to the other side of the panties, spread her feet a little more than a foot apart, and bent down with her ass pointed right at Mike. She lingered in her bent position for a while and wiggled her butt playfully before straightening back up with the panties in her hands. She turned to face Mike and offered them to him. Mike smiled.
"Here...take them, but please can I get dressed now?" Amy asked.
Mike took the panties and put them on his head as if he was a king putting on his crown. He pulled Amy to him and kissed her.
"Amy...you are so beautiful. Oh...I enjoyed the shy and embarrassed act, but you can drop it now." Mike said.
"Okay." Amy said.
Mike lowered his mouth to Amy's breasts and kissed, licked, sucked, and even nibbled on them while his hands squeezed and caressed them.
After several minutes Amy shrieked from surprise when Mike grabbed her and put her up on the counter. He kissed his way down her body and between her legs.
"Mmm...your pussy smells so sweet. I've been dying to taste your pussy for so long." Mike said.
He began licking her pussy as his hands returned to her breasts. When Amy had an orgasm Mike lapped up her cum as if it was ambrosia. He kissed his way back up her body...gently suckling each of her nipples before kissing her on her mouth.
Amy reached down and gently squeezed and began stroking Mike's hard cock which was aching.
"This first time you have to choose...do you want me to suck your cock...or do you want to fuck me?" Amy asked between kisses.
Mike's response was to pull Amy close to the edge of the counter and plunge his cock into her. Mike knew that he wasn't going to last very long so he made the most of it. He took long slow deep strokes allowing his cock to savor every last detail of Amy's pussy.
After a few minutes of fucking Amy Mike couldn't take it anymore and he started fucking her hard and fast. It only took two minutes of that before Mike buried his cock in Amy's pussy and grunted as he came inside her.
Exhausted he slumped forward onto Amy's chest and began kissing her breasts again.
"That...that was amazing." Mike said.
"Was it worth $1,000?" Amy asked.
"Yes...I definitely got my money's worth." Mike said.
"So will you want to do it again?" Amy asked.
"Absolutely. I've got a nice big bank account with your name on it." Mike said.
"I'm glad to hear that. There's something that you need to do if you're serious about doing this again." Amy said.
"Anything." Mike said.
"You have to eat your cum out of me." Amy said.
"What?" Mike asked.
"It's a little rule I forgot to mention when I had you all together. I thought it would be less embarrassing for you all to hear it now...privately." Amy said.
"You mean after we've experienced what a hot fuck you are." Mike said.
Amy giggled.
"Well...that too. I just want to be sure that you know what you could be missing out on if you say no." Amy said.
"So if I don't do it I don't get to be with you again? Even for $1,000?" Mike asked.
"Not even for $5,000." Amy said.
"Well then...I'll do it...I won't like it...but I'll do it." Mike said.
Mike lowered himself down and licked and sucked his cum out of Amy's pussy.
"There now...that wasn't so bad was it?" Amy asked.
"I guess not...it's worth it for the chance to be with you again anyway." Mike said.
Amy smiled.
"Given enough time you might learn to like it." Amy said.
"I doubt it. So when can I see you again?" Mike asked.
"Not everybody has had their 1st turn yet Mike...we have to be fair. We'll talk about future dates after everyone has had their turn. Now...its late and I've had a full day so you need to get out of here so I can get some sleep." Amy said.
"Okay." Mike said.
Mike gathered up his clothes to go dress in Eric's room. When he reached the door to the bathroom Amy cleared her throat to get Mike's attention.
"Um...Mike...are you forgetting something?" Amy asked.
"What?" Mike asked.
Amy pointed at Mike's head.
"Oh...I forgot...I'm sorry. I believe these are yours." Mike said.
He took Amy's panties off of his head, handed them to her, and then left the room.
After Mike left Amy called Kyle.
"Hello." Kyle said.
"Hi Kyle...its Amy." Amy said.
"Oh hi Mrs. Davis...I've been wondering when you were going to call. When do I get to come and see you?" Kyle asked.
"Tomorrow morning. I hope you aren't the church going type...though considering that you're paying me for sex I have a hard time picturing you in church." Amy giggled.
"I plan on doing the death bed repentance. I've got too much sinning left to do." Kyle said.
"Well then come on over tomorrow morning and I'll help you with some of that sinning." Amy giggled.
Kyle arrived at 9:00 Sunday morning with the money in his hands. Amy examined the $1,000 and then she and Kyle sat down to talk.
"Okay Kyle...tell me...when you've fantasized about me...how did you get me to have sex with you?" Amy asked.
"I didn't...it was always you that came on to me." Kyle said.
"So...the horny single woman going after her son's friend?" Amy asked.
"Yep...why?" Kyle asked.
"Because so far I've helped the other guys live out their fantasy of how they fantasized about getting me...I figured I'd do that with you too. Are you up for a little role playing?" Amy asked.
"Sure...as long as I get to fuck you." Kyle said.
Amy smiled.
"You will...I'll go into the kitchen and then you come in like you came over looking for Eric...okay?" Amy asked.
"Sure thing." Kyle said.
Amy went into the kitchen and started emptying the dishwasher. A minute or so later Kyle came into the room.
"Hey Mrs. Davis...is Eric here?" Kyle asked.
"No...I'm afraid he's not Kyle." Amy said.
"Oh...well could you tell him I stopped by?" Kyle asked.
"Just because Eric isn't here doesn't mean that you have to leave Kyle." Amy said.
"Why would I stay if Eric isn't here Mrs. Davis?" Kyle asked.
Amy walked over close to Kyle.
"Call me Amy...please." Amy said.
"Okay...Amy. Why do you want me to stay?" Kyle asked.
"Do you think I'm pretty Kyle?" Amy asked.
"What?" Kyle asked.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Amy asked.
"Sure...you're really good looking." Kyle said.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" Amy asked.
"Wha...I..." Kyle stammered.
"It's a simple question Kyle...I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking...do you think I'm sexy?" Amy asked.
"Yes...you're very sexy." Kyle said.
Amy smiled.
"I like it that you think I'm sexy Kyle. I like it a lot." Amy said.
She moved in and kissed Kyle.
"Amy...I..." Kyle started.
"Kyle come with me." Amy said.
Amy took Kyle's hand and pulled him along behind her.
When they got into the bedroom Amy kissed Kyle and began undressing him.
"What are you doing?" Kyle asked.
"I'm trying to get you naked so I can fuck you. Don't you want to fuck me Kyle?" Amy asked.
"Uh...yeah...but..." Kyle said.
"No buts Kyle...I want it...you want it...just let it happen." Amy said.
She kissed Kyle again and they both started to undress each other. Once they were both naked they moved onto the bed where Kyle used his hands and his mouth to explore Amy's body with the enthusiasm of a teenager.
When he got between her legs Amy cooed. Kyle got so into licking Amy's pussy that he didn't stop after her first orgasm...only after her second orgasm did he finally pull his face away.
Amy pulled Kyle up and kissed him. She kissed down his body...she kissed, licked, and sucked on Kyle's balls for a few minutes while slowly stroking his cock.
"You have a choice to make now Kyle. The first time you only get one...do you want me to suck you off or do you want to fuck me?" Amy asked.
"I want to fuck you." Kyle said.
"Okay...do me from behind." Amy said.
Amy got into a 'doggie style' position and Kyle moved in behind her and started fucking her.
"Oh god Amy...your pussy is amazing...it feels so good." Kyle said.
After only a few minutes he came inside her. Amy and Kyle lay side by side on the bed to catch their breaths.
"So...did you get your money's worth?" Amy asked.
"Considering you're giving us just enough to make us want to come back for more...HELL YES!" Kyle said.
"Does that mean that you want to get together with me again?" Amy asked.
"Absolutely." Kyle said.
"Then you need to get your head down between my legs and lick your cum out of me." Amy said.
"What? Why?" Kyle asked.
"It's a rule that I decided to tell you all about individually. It's my way of being sure that you're serious about this. If you want to come back you have to clean up the mess you made of me. If you don't want to have sex with me again...well then you can leave my pussy messy as you walk out the door. The choice is yours." Amy said.
Kyle immediately moved his head down between Amy's legs and licked his cum out of her. After he's licked it all out of her he crawled up beside her and kissed her.
"Well...I guess I should probably go." Kyle said.
"No...you should get dressed and call the other guys and have them all come over. Now that we've been through it once we all need to talk about it and see what we want to do going forward." Amy said.
"Okay...can I grab a shower?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah...sure...you can use Eric's shower." Amy said.
Amy headed to her shower and Kyle headed down the hall to the other shower. Once they had cleaned up they both got dressed. Kyle called the other guys and waited in the living room for them to arrive while Amy waited upstairs.
An hour after finishing her first time with each of the 5 guys; Kyle, Mike, Jeff, Lucas, and Troy were all sitting in Amy's living room. Amy walked in and sat down facing the 5 of them.
"Hi guys...I'm glad you were all able to make it on such short notice. I figured that we should all talk now that you've all had your turn. Are all of you satisfied that you got your money's worth the first time?" Amy asked.
"Absolutely." Jeff said.
"Hell yeah." Mike said.
The other guys agreed.
"Was I able to help each of you live out your fantasy of how to get me well enough?" Amy asked.
"It was awesome." Lucas said.
"Better than my fantasy ever was." Troy said.
"Now that you've had me once is there anyone that doesn't want to do it again?" Amy asked.
"Are you kidding? There's no way I want to stop." Troy said.
"Yeah no kidding." Jeff said.
"You're like that old potato chip commercial...I bet you can't eat just one...well I can't just have sex with you once." Lucas said.
"So everybody wants to continue?" Amy asked.
"YES!" All 5 guys say emphatically.
Amy smiled.
"Good...I'd hoped you would all enjoy it." Amy said.
"Oh we enjoyed it and we want more." Troy said.
"Okay, if we're going to do more of this then we have some things to discuss. First off all of the rules that we discussed before remain the same. From now on however I won't necessarily be limiting you to only one orgasm all the time, and I won't make you choose between oral sex and fucking all the time. However I'm still in charge so if I say that all you get is one...then that's all it will be. I doubt I'll do that very much though." Amy said.
"That's good news because it was hard to say no to you sucking my cock, but I had to go with fucking...in case there wasn't a second chance." Jeff said.
"Yeah no kidding...with no guarantee that there'd be a second time it wasn't even a choice...fucking was the only option." Kyle said.
"Well...you'll have more options now. I am still in charge though so I might still make you choose sometimes...and sometimes I might choose for you and not give you a choice. Other times I might have you cum 4 or 5 times in a lot of different ways...it will depend on the mood I'm in. Also...we did some role playing with the first time to live out your fantasies...we may do more of that if you want to and I'm in the mood for it, but as far as I'm concerned from now on it will be all about fucking. Any questions so far?" Amy asked.
"Will we be able to do anal with you? None of my girlfriends has let me and I'm curious." Troy said.
"Me too." Jeff said.
"Yes...I will do anal with you from time to time, but you will have to ask for it and I won't always say yes. Any other questions?" Amy asked.
There were no other questions.
"Okay...now we need to talk about how to make this work without anyone...especially Eric...finding out about it. It's the first weekend in June...so it is basically summer and you've all graduated so you aren't in school. Eric works from 8-4 every week day and I'm self employed and work out of the house anyway which means that Eric will be away from the house and I'll be able to make time whenever I want. That leaves it to you guys to be free during weekday hours so we can get together. Do you think you can do that?" Amy asked.
"I can...I don't have a job this summer so I was just gonna be hanging out and stuff all summer anyway." Lucas said.
"Eric's the only one of us that has a job. I think the rest of us were planning to spend the summer just hanging out...so I think we're all free." Mike said.
"Okay good. I've decided that you'll each only be able to meet with me one day a week. There are 5 weekdays and 5 of you so you will each have a day assigned to you." Amy said.
"What if we miss our day? Like if we have to go somewhere or something?" Kyle asked.
"If you are assigned to Monday and miss the Monday and want to get together on a different day it will cost you another $200 and you will meet with me after the guy that is supposed to meet with me that day has met with me...to be fair to him...since it is his day. Unless you call me 24 hours in advance to let me know you won't be able to make it I'll expect you to be here on your appointed day every week with cash in hand. You can skip a week if you want, but you have to tell me first. If you skip 2 or more weeks in a row it will cost you $5,000 to get back in. Are there any problems with that?" Amy asked.
"Why the hell would we ever skip a week?" Lucas asked.
"Yeah...I don't think there's going to be any problem with that one." Jeff said.
"So how do we decide who gets which day?" Mike asked.
"I'm working on that right now." Amy said.
She was writing on pieces of paper and putting them into a bowl.
"Okay...I've written down the 5 days of the week on pieces of paper and put them in this little bowl...you'll draw them out and whatever day you draw will be the day that you get to be with me." Amy said.
Amy shook the bowl and the guys drew.
"Okay...who got what day?" Amy asked.
"I got Monday." Jeff said.
"I got Tuesday." Mike said.
"I got Wednesday." Lucas said.
"I got Thursday." Troy said.
"I got Friday." Kyle said.
"Okay...that means that Jeff...if you want to...and if you have $1,000...you get to have me tomorrow. Do you want to?" Amy asked.
"Hell yes...I've got the cash on me now." Jeff said.
"Okay...then come over at 9:00 tomorrow morning. Eric will be off to work by then and we'll have the house to ourselves." Amy said.
"I'll be here." Jeff said.
"Oh...unless we make other arrangements our 'dates' will all be in the morning starting at 9:00. Now...you guys had better get out of here. I'm not sure when Eric will get home and he'd know something was going on if you were all here when he gets home." Amy said.
The guys left and Amy made sure everything downstairs was cleaned up. Then she went up to her bedroom, changed the sheets, and cleaned up any sign of what had happened there over the weekend.
Once she was certain that there was no sign of her actions for Eric to find Amy pulled all of the money that the guys had given her out of her hiding spot and spread it around on the bed. She looked at all the money...$5,000...50 crisp $100 bills...and thought about the things that she had done to earn that money. As she thought about everything that had happened over the past few days...and what was yet to come...she got a tingling feeling in her pussy.
"This has been even better than I'd hoped it would be. I've made $5,000 in cash...and I've been fucked 5 times in the past 3 days...I wish I'd known those guys wanted to fuck me sooner...I could have made enough off of them to put Eric through college." Amy said.
Amy got an idea that was so ridiculous that she just couldn't resist so she took off her clothes and rolled around naked on the money...throwing it into the air and letting it fall down over her body.
Amy made sure that she was dressed and the money was put away before Eric got home though. She was sitting in the living room when Eric walked in.
"Hi mom...I'm home." Eric said.
"Hello sweetie...how was your weekend?" Amy asked.
"It was good...grandpa and I went golfing with some of his friends on Saturday...man those old guys know some filthy jokes." Eric said.
Amy laughed.
"I'm sure they do." Amy said.
"So what did you do this weekend?" Eric asked.
"Oh not much...I actually spent most of the weekend in bed." Amy said.
"That's not good for you mom." Eric said.
"I know...I did get some exercise in too." Amy said.
"Good. Oh...we really need to do something about my car...on the way back to town it was really making a lot of noise." Eric said.
"I hope it isn't too serious...you know that we can't afford to replace it right now." Amy said.
"I know...but it's only going to get worse and in a few months I'll be going to college...I'd really like not to have this car then." Eric said.
"Well hopefully we'll be able to replace it by then." Amy said.
Amy immediately knew what she was going to do with the money Eric's friends were paying her for sex. Originally she had no real plans for what she would do with the money...she was just excited about the idea of having young men pay her for sex, and there was no way that she was just going to have sex with them for free. After hearing Eric complain about his car she knew that she would use the money to get him a new car sometime before he left for college.
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The Rise of the Silinde: Part 4 : The rise of one race brings the fall of both
Yea almost done with the history lesson stay with me guys I think I have some bad ass ideas with me here XD
Note: to all copy right people I'm getting some characters from the hit game the legend of Spyro and bleach
But without further ado...
5:34:45 P.M. : in route to the Grotto
"So Ignitus how many dragons are with child?" Angrond asked to fire dragon below him.
"Around 15 it's the most we've had so far." Ignitus said happily
"Ah sounds like a promising clutch, next question, what generation is it?" Angrond asked.
"Why does it matter?" Ignitus asked.
"Come on Ignitus I've been around for a LONG time I know what happens every 10th generation."
"Oh... yes it is the 10th one."
"That's fantastic I'm happy for you Ignitus!" Angrond said happily.
"Yes were all very happy."
6:21:18 P.M. : Grotto
"Here we are Angrond."
"This is the Grotto? Quite impressive."
"Yes but to the task at hand?"
"Yes yes of course where are they?"
"This way."
The Grotto was a cavern about 100 feet high and 250 feet wide with various ledges a few feet off the ground and some craters in the ground big enough to fit a dragon easily there were 16 dragons all total in the nests and around 2 times that number, most male, the few females that weren't with child looked to be anywhere from 2 to 3 months from labor. When Ignitus entered they greeted him but when Angrond came around the corner all the males instantly went rigid and got to their feet, if Ignitus hadn't stopped them Angrond would probably go home without an arm.
"Relax he's here to help." Ignitus said stepping in front of Angrond
The dragons stood down but were still apprehensive as Angrond looked at each dragon taking in their color, element, and physical features before speaking.
"Right, now that that's done with who are the patients?"
"There over here." Cyril said walking up to the females who were breathing heavily.
Judging by the smell there water had already broke and were starting to have contractions (And that there tail holes were opened eww tmi XD) So Angrond used fire to sterilize his hands (he can literally swim in a volcano so needless to say...yeeeeaaaa) and got to work, first he checked to see what types of eggs he was dealing with to see if they were normal or twins, a few of them were so he made a mental note about that, next he made sure all the female dragons could have eggs and not cause harm to either the mother or egg all of them were in perfect condition to have a perfect birthing so he used some numbing techniques to help with the pain but not make it to were the mother couldn't fell the egg with that done he went from dragon to dragon to see that they were fine and to wait for the eggs to come...
8 minutes later
"Good you're doing great a little more... there got it!" Angrond said. "Looks like this is the purple dragons' egg, good work."
The dragon only nodded, even with the strange humans numbing effect it still hurt immensely.
"That's the last of them." Said another Angrond
"Good looks like I can cancel the technique now" and with that the other Angrond burst spilling blood everywhere and sucked it back up in the cut he made in his thumb. He walked over to Ignitus who was standing at the entrance to the Grotto. "Good news Ignitus every egg was lade and no miscarriages."
"That's good to here."
"But I must ask... that's not the reason you brought me here is it?"
"... No it wasn't... Angrond... I must confess... do you feel any evil intentions out there?" Ignitus said motioning to the forest.
"Yes I do and it's only getting stronger by the week."
"How long have you felt it?"
"About a month now."
"Hhmm." "You should keep an extra watch on the clutches just in case something bad does happen."
"I was planning on doing that any way... but the feeling is strong and I don't know if we will be able to hold it."
"If you think that way then yes you will fail... but if it'll make you feel better I'll put some of my men around the place as an added precaution."
"That would be greatly appreciated."
"Well if that's all I'm going back."
"Do you want me to fly you back?"
"No I'll walk."
"Very well, may you sword be true."
"And may your scales never dull."
They recited their little parting and Angrond walked off into the forest. About half a mile to go and Angrond heard something and went in that direction, he found himself on a cliff and to his horror he saw something very unsettling
An entire army of apes measuring in the hundreds of thousands heading in the direction of Mandos.
He ran... as fast as he could within 10 minutes he reached the gates but he jumped 20 feet in the air and climbed up the mountain as fast as a person could run up to the balcony were he found his captains idly chatting
"Finrod get the soldiers prepared for battle, Cirdan get the catapults ready, Elerosse send scouts to the grotto tell the dragon war is upon us and to be ready for a hell of a fight, Elrohir get all the archers, and weapon throwers on the balconies MOVE!"
"SIR."
They were ready for war in ten minutes...Or at least as ready as there ever going to be.
"WHAT!" Ignitus shouted at the terrified scout as he gave him the news
"I'm afraid it's true there army measures in the 200,000 mark."
"DAME! We must go help him!"
NO! Angrond said to stay here and protect the eggs in the unlucky chance we fail."
"But what about him?" Terrador asked.
At that the scout smiled "That's right you've never seen lord Angrond fight have you, hmhm, don't worry he fights with all the savagery of the underworld."
He was right Angrond and the other melee captains themselves stood at the only entrance to the mountain and took down nearly 100,000 before having to retreat, not because of injury, but because they couldn't raise their weapons from exhaustion.
"Sir were holding them but were likely to run out of ammo before they stop coming."
"How's the gate holding?"
"So far not so much as a scratch has been made."
"Good, good very well you are dismissed."
He bowed and left.
"Well now what are we going to do?" Cirdan said still covered from head to toe in blood.
"We're pretty much fighting a war of attrition right now so theirs not much we can do but hope they run out of men before we run out of ammo." Angrond said completely covered in blood (Like 100 percent covered)
5 hours later
"They've breached the gate fall back to the last stand!"
The fight went horribly after Angrond and the captains fell back the first few minutes were fine... until the tanks came, there called tanks not because they are impossible to kill, there called tanks because their huge, wield crystal hammers , and can do aoe damage (Area of effect n00bs). Now one or two wouldn't be a problem but when around 10 or 20 are hammering away at it... but the gate withstood the punishment, the reason why is because it way made from runite ore (Runescape) which is the second hardest metal in the universe. The last stand room was pretty much the throne room but it's called the last stand because all melee troops and a couple hundred archers would fight to the finish here, while the rest of the ranged troops would stay on the balconies and continue to fire, while the captains would use a secret passage and sneak around to the back of the opposing army and attack from behind.
"Sir I don't like to be the bringer of the obvious but I think we've been beaten." Finrod said sadly.
"True but we need to keep them busy long enough for the men we sent to the Grotto time the place the defenses for the eggs." Angrond said.
"What do you mean?" Cirdan asked.
"This was meant to be a diversion!" Elerosse almost shouted.
"I'm sorry I should have told you... yes it was we need to protect the eggs at all costs."
"Dame it Angrond if you would have told us that sooner we would have actually tried."
"I was wondering why you guys were holding back."
"Ha-ha we thought there was something wrong with the way you were fighting earlier so now that we know... Angrond go to the Grotto and protect the eggs we will stay here and if need be we will use the last ditch effort."
"Thanks guys I appreciate it." Angrond said running towards the Grotto at full speed.
After he left the captains attacked... they destroyed most of the apes but were effentually hit in the heart by dark crystals and were taken prisoner, the defenses were broken, and Mandos was conquered.
Now all that's left is the Grotto
"I'm sorry to hear that Angrond I grieve for your loss." Ignitus said.
"Don't be Ignitus they aren't all dead my captains are still alive and that's all that matters." Angrond said sitting and a rock near the entrance to the Grotto he didn't show it but he was indeed sad for the loss of his home.
"Sir the apes are here!"
"It's about time." Angrond said and thanks to the hood covering his face none saw the look of insanity on he wore. "Ignitus stay here and protect the eggs I'll take care of them." With that Angrond Walked out and went to face the apes' army. The leader, a tank, noticed this and laughed saying.
"Come to join you comrades human?"
"No I'm going to send you to yours." Angrond said, and if the ape commander wasn't so sure of himself he would noticed that the air around Angrond seemed to heat up and simmer.
"We're going to enjoy torchering them greatly."
"BIG MISTAKE!" Suddenly it looked like Angrond was standing on top of an erupting volcano (If you've watch dragon ball just picture that except that its flames). Then as he drew his wooden katana yelling "RAGE FINGON!" he swung it down and it turned from wooden to metal.
"What the hell is he?!" the ape commander shouted he looked at his apes who were edging away "What the hell are you doing kill em'" they charged all 20,000 only to cower as Angrond roared for 15 seconds before blurring and reappearing right in front of an ape and vanishing again as it attacked he reappeared and 20 of them gushed blood from multiple wounds (If you've played onimusha you know). Then he raised his hands in the air like he was lifting a heavy object over his head and then huge geysers of fire burst from the ground leaving nothing not even ash of those that came in contact with it. Then he used his version of a fire fury, meteors came down, mini volcanoes erupted, cracks opened spewing fire like blood gushes from a wound, then he thrust his arms out in a horizontal line then.
"Hell...fire"
A huge dome of fire erupted turning everything in a 20ft radius to ashes. Angrond heard Ignitus
"ANGROND HELP!"
"I'm COMING IGNUTIUS!" or at least he was until the ape tank, still alive, took the dark crystal in his hand and threw it at Angrond.
It pierced his heart.
"Guah!" Angrond turned around and opened his eyes (Going to go back on what I said from now on his eyes are going to be hazel (green with yellow in this case( and when he's pissed they'll be a different hazel (red with black dots( with black dots... when I can put pics on my computer that I drew I'll show you) they were red and one out of the 20 were pitch black.
"You shall not be given the mercy of death." He said and with that the ape died from loss of blood and Angrond snapped his fingers and in a bloody explosion a skeleton rose (normal one (looks human. He turned to go to the Grotto but relies that the crystal was still in him
How the hell am I not dead? He thought
But whatever the reason it still hurt like a bitch and he brought his hand up and slammed it down and it shot out and flew into the skeleton behind him and killed it (again?) he now had a hole the size of a foot ball where his heart was.
Ok normally id be freaking out so why am I so calm I have a hole the size of a fucking football where my heart should be?!... Oh well I'll figure this out later.
Just as he thought that he heard what sounded like a heartbeat, he was suddenly enveloped in pain and his vision was going dim yet he felt no near death sickness you normally feel, but if not for Ignitus run towards him carrying the purple egg he would have passedut.
"Ignitus what happened?" Angrond said clutching at the hole in his chest.
"The Apes used what was left of their army to keep you occupied while the rest went around and attacked us, as far as I know I'm the only one who survived."
"Come on we've got to hide the egg somewhere safe." Angrond said
"Yes but now it's my turn to ask, what happened to you?"
"I destroyed them utterly as you probably guessed by the huge patch of grey now... after that an ape with a dark crystal threw it at me and pierced my heart... I'm still trying to figure out how the hell I'm alive, but it hurts something awful." Angrond said still clutching at the gaping hole in his chest, yet he thought he saw it healing, not to fast, but noticeable non-the-less. They ran for a few more minutes before Ignitus asked.
"Where are we going to hide to egg Angrond?"
"If memory serves there's a river up ahead that's where we will send it down stream to the marshes."
"Why in the name of the ancestors would we do that!?"
"I now a few good dragonflies in the marshes, I talked to them and they agreed to take care of the egg if trouble arises and I think trouble has indeed raised its head."
"Very well I'll trust your judgment on this one because no other plan is coming to mind."
"Good use that mushroom cap there and ill sen- Guah!" Angrond doubledver in pain, his vision going black for a second before the pain passed and his vision returned. "heh-heh It appears that I'm not going to be able to stay here long Ignitus, I must leave you in a little while to rest and hopefully regenerate, please be careful Ignitus and when he is born teach him well... I must go now."
"Very well Angrond may the Ancestors help us meet again someday."
With that Ignitus sent the egg downstream and Angrond walked away.
His eyes hazy from the pain, Angrond walked thru the forest till he found an area with no trees and soft dirt.
"This'll do pant dame this hurts! Well if all goes well then in 20 years I should be fully healed." Angrond said making a rune on the ground.
"Kemen amar" Suddenly the earth rose and surrounded him and finally before sleep took him :
"Caer" And Angrond was surrounded by a faint white light. In his sleep he mumbled
"Brother."
There we go guys the last chapter of the Rise of the Silinde I hope it didn't kill you too much but know that now I've finally got a good story line I just need approval from Frost to start.
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Text: The day started off so well. I had a good night's sleep, a wonderful day at school and the weather was beautiful. The birds were singing and children were playing in the park I was at. Such a heavenly day and boy was it about to go badly wrong.
My boyfriend and I were chatting about various things that occurred today at school, mainly dull stuff that isn't worth mentioning unless you're some super geek. I was wearing a buttoned blouse with some blue jeans. I was also wearing a metal band shirt despite not even being into metal. Things got interesting when he gave me this bottle of pop. I never saw this brand before, it was called "Floatatious Fizz". The name was fucking dumb that's for sure, the colour was purple and the bubbles were fizzing furiously like someone just shook it up. Never the less, I was thirsty and needed a good drink. I opened the bottle, for some reason it didn't fizz up like a recently shaken up bottle would, but I didn't really think about that and chugged it down. I finished the bottle within seconds and let out a massive burp. My boyfriend laughed, "Woah, never seen you so thirsty before".
Then I started to hear a hissing sound coming from somewhere. I looked around for the source of the noise, "Where the heck is that weird hissing sound coming from?" I asked, my boyfriend was just as clueless as me. I started to feel bloated, like really bloated, never been this bloated before in my life. Like there was a huge beach ball in my stomach. The hissing got louder, and that's when it began. My belly started rising at a fast speed, my belt was struggling to keep of my expanding form before it couldn't take it anymore. *snap* My belt burst off my body and my panties were starting to show. My gut expanded ever so faster and all the buttons on my blouse were getting so tight. Then one by one, *pop* they *pop* burst *pop* off my *pop* ballooning *pop* body. The shirt underneath my blouse, the metal band logo on the front, was exposed to the world. The logo getting larger as it stretched with my shirt, which even that was starting to feel like it couldn't handle it anymore. My arms and legs started to plump up, tears began *rip* to show on the clothing containing *rip* them, the flesh seeping through as it ballooned into a rounder form. My torso was entirely round, and my blouse struggled to stay on as my limbs started to become absorbed by my balloon-like form. I started to float up off my seat, by this point I was spherical and was flapping my hands and feet around. My boyfriend grabbed hold of my right foot, but he too was starting to float up with me since he wasn't strong enough to keep me to the ground. I was still expanding too, my shirt was *rip* starting to tear *rip* too. And then it just couldn't take it anymore...*boom* it burst off into tiny fragments of fabric, my blouse was still hanging on around the back of my balloon body, but my naked body was now exposed to the world. My jeans couldn't stretch with my body and were loose since the belt came off, finally they just slipped off my feet, though my boyfriend was able to keep it on my right foot, my panties were showing off to everyone! I was blushing, my face looked like that of an anime character blushing...it was so embarrassing.
I then landed in the branches of a tree. I was saved from the fate of floating up into the stratosphere and bursting. But how the heck would I get down now? I felt my boyfriend let go of my foot as this happened. I thought he abandoned me or something for a second. I started to cry, my tears coming out like Niagara Falls. Then I heard his voice.
"Damn it! Why did I give you that crap!? Ugh, don't worry, the effect will go within an hour, just focus on getting the air out and it will go even sooner! I will wait for you to drop down".
Then I realised what he meant. A whole hour of burping and fucking farting, remind me to kill him when I'm down would you?
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Jorge, the grey wolf, and Krystal, the blue vixen, sat on the couch next to one another. Jorge had his arm around her and a bowl of popcorn in their lap. They had been expecting one of their favorite movies to be on tonight, but instead, there was just sports. Krystal tapped the button on the controller over and over again, going through each channel as Jorge spoke a dull 'next'.
"Sorry this has turned out so awful," he said as they waited for a commercial to end.
"It is alright," she said with her strong English accent. "I'm quite sure something is on."
There certainly was, as the commercial ended a woman appeared on the screen, dressed what seemed to be a tight corsette that sat under her bust and chaps that were all in black leather, yet her breasts and vagina were exposed. There was a man at her feet, looking up pleadingly with his ears back.
Both of the furs sitting on the couch stared with wide eyes and open jaws at the screen. Krystal's digit stopped in mid *-* air above the next button and Jorge fidgeted uncomfortably next to her. To think he would to see his dream situation on the television screen andthe one he imagined havingunder his control next to him. It was honestly all very surreal.
"I'm oddly intrigued by this, Jorge," Krystal said setting the remote to the side as the woman pushed the man back with her foot.
"Oh?" he said, trying to ignore the growing warmth between his legs.
"I wonder how that man feels? Why does he enjoy this?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and her eyes growing wide as the man started to do whatever the woman told him too.
Jorge watched her breath quicken as the man licked up the woman's leg before reaching the bare sex that was presented for him. The TV shouted to eat her out - and the man did just that. His head moved forward and the camera switched, showing him licking quickly between her folds before starting to suck at the woman's clitoris while delving into her hot core with a finger. Krystal's breathing was getting heavy and her legs began to shift, slightly at first, but growing more pronounced with each second that passed.
"Kiss me," he said, probably less fierce than he should have. She looked at him, a twinge of defiance in her eyes.
"I said kiss me!" he demanded with more force, his ears going forward.
"Yes," she nodded, and leaned into him, the tip of her muzzle gently caressing his. Jorge froze, a bit shocked that she had actually listened to him.
Her eyes were closed as she continued kissing him. Her paw had released the remote and was moving along the outside his thigh. The wolf's eyes were still open and they drifted over to the television. The woman was moaning happily, grabbing the man's hair and pushing his face closer to her cunt. His paw drifted down and grabbed her shirt - which was already tight - pulling her tighter against him and revealing quite a bit of her bountiful cleavage as the first button came undone.
"Mhmm," she moaned against him in surprise at the force.
The sound of her made the warmth that had been between his legs grow into an all out fire. Her paw moved up and around his thigh as she shifted - thanks to even more pressure being applied on her back - and the wolf's balls clenched in anticipation.
He glanced over again at the program that was playing and saw the man now detaching the bottom half of the woman's outfit. The man used his teeth to first undo the belt buckle, then the button tot he waist band that held the chaps on. He moved to the zipper, moving way to slow for his mistress it seemed, since she went and pushed his head to go faster. Getting a brilliant idea, he put the popcorn bowl to the side with his free paw. He then rested it on the blue vixen's leg and slowly started to slide it up, her blue fur running between his digits.
She broke the kiss suddenly and pulled back, looking at him with an expression he couldn't read. Trying to think of what he should do, he met her gaze steadily. Was she tired of this game already? Did she not want to have sex? He decided that tonight, for once, he would get his way.
"Did I say to stop kissing me?" He snapped.
Krystal shook her head and planted her muzzle back on his. Jorge eagerly kissed her back, heart fluttering at finally getting to explore her body. His paw moved farther up her bare leg. As he reached the hem of her skirt, he slipped his paw under it, acting like it was not even there and began to go a little faster, caressing her thigh and allowing his digits to lightly brush against her panties. He could feel her body tense against against him, but she never once stopped kissing him or withdrew from his touch. He thought back to the scene earlier, where the man was removing the woman's clothes and swooned in his mind, his cock beginning to emerge from his sheath. He broke the kiss, looking at her with eyes full of determination, and grinned.
"I want you to take off my shirt," he said, pausing long enough to let her move her arms and place her paws on his shirt, "with your teeth."
She nodded and bent her head down, blue ears tickling his muzzle. She clumsily undid the first button, her nose brushing across his chest. She moved a little closer to him and his paw slipped right up against her crotch, making her gasp lightly. He looked down at her, noticing the quick recovery and wondered if he was not preforming good enough yet. As she worked on the second button, he took one of his digits and inserted it in to her panty line.
She moaned at she moved down to the third button. He wiggled his one digit against her outer lips, trying to get deeper into her panties without removing them - yet. That would come with time. For now, he just wanted her to squirm under him and make sure she did everything he said. They played this game until she was at the last button and he had two digits inside her panties, stroking her sex's lips and feeling them swell under his touch.
"Now the pants," he said, putting his other paw on the top of the blue vixen's head and pushing her down. He was pretty amazed at her flexibility as her body did not hesitate being pushed down to the button on his jeans.
Even through the thick material he could feel her breath against his growing member. He had tried to keep it under control until now, not wanting the bulge in his pants to make taking them off any harder, but now it was just unbearable. He tried to think of something else as she worked on the little metal button, but his cock sprang to attention once she moaned due to Jorge accidentally flicking her clit. The little bit of added pressure seemed to take care of the button and she moved down farther to the zipper, taking it craftily in her mouth and dragging it downwards. Her nosed trailed along his length, her hot breath mixed with the soft cotton of his boxers made him finally release a satisfied murr.
"Good Krystal," he said, stroking her hair and her clit at the same time. His cock twitched, hitting her on the nose a little bit before she was all the way done wit the zipper.
"What now?" she asked, looking up at Jorge with her teal eyes.
He smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted. Yet, at the same time, he wanted to draw this out as long as possible, be able to explore all the sudden possibilities that had opened up from the program on the television. He withdrew his paw from her hair and pulled his growing cock out of its confines. He stroked his length professionally with one digit, collecting pre-cum on it. He held it up to her muzzle.
"Taste it," he said. And she did. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his digit, lapping up his pre-cum. Just as she was finishing the morsel, he slipped a digit into her sex, making her open her mouth in a gasp, a mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum trail from his digit to her tongue.
The wolf withdrew the finger, making sure to caress her walls on the way out. He used two of his other digits to make enough space between her entrance and her panties to remove himself without losing any of her natural lubrication. He exchanged his digits, making her taste her own juices. As he moved, Jorge got a good smell of her and was amazed at the pheromones being released. He suddenly wanted to taste her whole body, kiss every inch, be as deep inside of the blue vixen as possible. The warm sensation over his body only increased when she moaned at her taste, her eyes drifting shut as if she was eating a foreign delicacy.
"Now strip for me," the wolf said as she finisher her snack, "like one of those tramps at the bar."
She knew what bar he was talking about, cause it was one that she went to all the time to gather intelligence. It was where they had met and started talking. He did not think she would follow his command, he did not expect her to undo the top button of her shirt before turning around and bending over at the waist, allowing her skirt to ride up just so he could see the outline of her ass cheeks. She then when into a straddle, making the skirt form tighter over her bottom as she slipped off her shoes. She leaned over to one side and ran her paws up her leg as she came back into an upright position, teasing him with the skirt that began to fall back down.
Jorge's paw drifted towards his now fully erect cock, a digit twirling around the tip. His mind was completely focused on watching Krystal, but his paws seemed to move on their own, each one taking a part of his sex and massaging it. The blue vixen was still straddling, but turned her upper body towards him, further unbutton her blouse. The sleeves began to fall off her shoulders, revealing her bright purple bra straps. She faced away from the wolf again, putting her arms down and allowing the shift to fall off her back, and even though it rather quickly revealed her skin, Jorge felt like it was an eternity.
So mesmerized by the curves of her body, he did not notice her remove the bra, for the next time she turned to him all she was wearing was the skirt. His eyes tried not to linger at her perfectly shaped breasts for to long, but it was difficult. The fur that covered them left a perfect circle bare around her nipples, which were quite erect already. He forced his eyes to roam farther down her body, finding his mind wandering to what she looked like under the skirt.
He removed his paw from his length as she began to walk towards him. She lifted on of her legs and placed it on one side of him. He murred as the skirt rose up even higher, giving him a perfect view of her dampened panties. He wanted to reach out and touch Krystal, but resisted, knowing he would have his time soon. Jorge settled for watching her hands skillfully slip up under her skirt and push her panties down to her knees.
The wolf's tongue reflexively went around his top lip as Krystal's sex was revealed to him. Once again the fur was perfectly trimmed, leaving her lips a soft pink color that were begging to be touched. He looked up at her and so a bit of a flush appearing around her muzzle. He smirked and put his paws on either of her legs.
"Stay like this, play with yourself in front of me," he said, paw drifting down to where hers was pushing her panties down. He took it and guided her back to her core, giving her no choice but to touch herself.
Even with such a light touch she gasped out, pleasure spreading through her whole body.
"Continue," Jorge commmanded.
Krystal did, using two of her digits to spread her lips, giving him sight of the clit that he had been teasing earlier. The blue vixen took her other paw and began to tease herself, taking her button and pinching and pulling at it. Her yips of enjoyment made Jorge breath heavy and his cock throb so hard it was painful. He watched as she entered a digit into her depths and let a high moan out of her mouth. She began to pump, her juices dripping around her finger. He watched as her eyes rolled up and the blush spread across her face, highly visible even under her deep blue fur.
His eyes drifted down and watched her chest heave as her yips and murrs became full fledged moans and gasps. Her breasts jiggled with each gasp and the wolf finally gained the confidence to reach up and touch her. His paws cupped their underside, his thumb-digit being able to brush against her nipples. They grew harder under his touch and made her breath deeper in still. He leaned forward and tentatively licked one of the hard tips, making her flinch in surprise.
"Jorge!" she exclaimed in between moans. Krystal had always been so conservative with him that to hear her say his name with such desire and need made him swoon.
Pre-cum began to come out of his penis head, giving it more of a shine then it already had. He continued to fondle her breasts, occasionally licking each nipple. They were so soft and pliable, but still firm enough that they created a pleasant natural cleavage. Yet, his knot was still covered by his sheath, but the wolf had a way to fix that. Now that Krystal was all riled up, he wanted her to hold on to that feeling and continue to let it build.
"Stop," he commanded. She slowly and reluctantly moved her paw away from her core.
"Of course," she whimpered.
"Good girl," he said, slowly building to a more harsh term for later. He moved her panties farther down and inspected her folds, parting them with his digits. They were swollen from her strokes and pumps. Not swollen enough, he thought, just wait until I'm pounding into her. He grabbed her clit, making her wince.
"Suck me off," he said, with more force than any of the time before. Krysal looked away in impudence. He gripped her harder and she looked back at him.
"I said suck me off, and I meant now," he said, not letting go of her.
The blue vixen nodded slowly before moving her foot-paw off the couch and back down to the ground. He let go of her clit, but did not withdraw his arm, ready to grab her again if she did not do as he said. Krystal moved to her knees and stuck out her tongue, touching the base of his member and running up his length. Jorge moaned as she took him into her mouth, soft tongue encircling as much of his girth as possible. The blue vixen began to suck, moving up and down him.
"Use your...ohhhh...breasts too," he commanded of her.
"Mmm-hmmm," she nodded, not letting his cock leave her mouth. She maneuvered from her knees to the balls of her foot-paws, her mouth sliding all the way down his length. She used her tail for extra balance as her body was now slightly arched back. Her paw shifted from his knees to her breasts, pushing them up and around his base.
The mixture of sensations made his head fall back and eyes closed in pleasure. Her soft breasts and warm mouth were able to coax out his knot finally. Her breasts slipped over it and he gasped in bewilderment, eyes snapping open and dilating from the joy. It was almost as if she fed off his pleasure as she started to go faster, squeezing her breasts tighter around him. His moans became more consistent and desperate. Jorge urged her to go faster and she did.
He could feel his orgasm build, but bit his lower lip to stop it from happening just yet. He was enjoying this too much and wanted it to last as long as it could. His paws moved to her head, stroking her ears lovingly, trying to distract himself from thrusting against her muzzle. She tightened her lips around him and it pushed him over the edge as Krystal went down farther than she had thus far.
"Krystal!" he yelled, reaching his first climax. A thought flashed through his mind where he was suddenly happy he hadn't masturbated in a few days.
His cum filled her mouth. She farther tightened her muzzle around him to stop his cock from twitching. He never felt her swallow, but instead hold the seeds in her mouth, as if she was afraid to actually allow it go down her throat. He reached out for the popcorn bowl and held it next to her.
"Not like these are going to get eaten anyway," he barely commented, breathing ragged from his moans. She removed his manhood from her mouth and shifted over to the bowl, spitting out the thick white substance over the popcorn. She coughed lightly as the last little bit exited her mouth.
"Now it is time for the real fun, though," he said placing the popcorn bowl back down on the couch.
The blue vixen looked at him, both shocked and excited. He imagined that her desire was taking over most rational thought at the point so he stood up with her still between his legs. He stepped over her and twisted so that he was behind Krystal. She turned to look at him, a bit confused to say the least.
"Who gets to be a good bitch for me?"
"I do," she said simply.
"Good," he bent her against the couch cushions and ran his paws down her side, making her shiver.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her up to her feet, making sure that her chest *was* still pressed to the couch. He pushed up the skirt to her waist, making sure to ruffle her fur along the back of her thighs and her ass. She moved her tail obediently to the side, giving him a perfect view of her tight asshole and plumped up pussy. He spread her legs a little bit and murred at the sight of her entrance before him. He shoved his still hardened cock into her, keeping himself from moaning so he could hear her.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, as his tip split her sex and entered her depths. He thrust lightly a few times, allowing her to adjust to his size before really starting to pound into her.
He grabbed the fur on her back and pulled himself as close as possible to her, making his knot slip in to her tight hole. Jorge finally let out a moan as her sex completely surrounded him. He gripped harder, making her release a mixture of wince and moan.
"You are so tight, my bitch. You must have been saving yourself for me," he said, reaching up to her head and grabbing some of her hair. He pulled her back to him, putting her back flush against his chest and making her butt rub against his knot. She tried to pull away slightly, telling him that she was enjoying it and to keep it up. He removed one of this paws from her hair and began to grope at her breast. In this position, his thrusts were less consistent now, but they were very forceful as they pressed almost perfectly on her spot.
Getting a little sore, he leaned back a bit on the arm of the sofa unwittingly adjusting so that his knot slid forward and into Krystal's tight sex. Wedged between her and the arm of the sofa, his thrusts became more consistent and, if possible, even more forceful as his knot slid between her walls. Each time his knot left her body she would whimper, and when it plopped back in she would moan. He found that nearly more of a turn on than anything else. He tightened his grip on the blue vixen's breast, digits being sure to catch the nipplewhile his free paw reached around to rub just above her clit.
"Oh louder my bitch! Scream my name!" he commanded as he squeezed obht her paws against her tighter.
"Jorge! Jo-jorge! Oh my!" she yelled out, never once losing her proper British accent. Her paw was gripping the back of the sofa, nails digging deep into fabric.
The wolf chuckled as the blue vixen continued to scream, his orgasm building with each stroke inside of her, each pulse of her walls around him, each vibration of her voice hitting his ears.
"I'm going to cum!" she yelled out. He slapped her breast, making her shriek in the middle of her moan.
"Not yet. You will cum when I say so!" he said, thrusting harder.
He began to ravish her clit faster, wanting to push her to the absolute edge of reason. He began to groan in pleasure as the pressure built in his cock. She continued to express her desire, nay, need to cum. He would remove his paw from her, making the need subside before beginning again.
Jorge howled her name as he finally released, continuing to lightly hump her from behind as his seed flowed into her womb. He quickened his pace at her clit and leaned his head forward near her ear.
"Now you can cum," he said.
He slapped her tit again, pinching her button at the same time, his slow steady strokes against her making her desperate moans become pleased ones. He felt her walls clench around him, holding his cock in her right past the knot as her orgasm hit. Her body quivered and he suddenly wondered how long it had been since she had last had sex.
Once Krystal's body was spent, she fell to the side where her paw was clutching the back of the couch. Jorge felt his softened member slide out of her, covered in the sticky mixture of bodily fluids. His paw stroked her back, working his way up to her hair. He used his other paw and softly took her chin, moving it around to face him so he could gently kiss her.
"Next time," he said with a wolfish grin, "you get to be in charge."
Number one of my Iron Author, doing 3 pages for $5. Had a lot of fun writing this!
Jorge (c) Jorge the Wolfdog
Krystal belongs to Rare/Nintendo
Story by Reian
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*(If you haven't already, please read *Matt and Lisa at School -- Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3*. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in *A Family New Year's Eve.*)*
The slow cab ride back from the pool hall to the apartment was almost painful for the three roommates crowded together in the back seat. They couldn't keep their hands or their lips off of each other, much to the chagrin of the tough-looking, middle-aged African-American woman driving the cab. When they were stopped at a red light, Margie peeled Lisa's dress down, exposing her pert 34B breast and her swollen pink nipple. The lighter, triangular area defined the shape of her bikini top and highlighted the dusky pink bud in the center.
The driver, after seeing Lisa exposed in her rear-view mirror, turned around with a frown. "What you doin' back there? Sure...you cute, honey." she smiled at Lisa, "but why in my cab, darlin'? Can't you all wait but a few minutes?"
Matt couldn't help himself. He turned his sister towards him and dropped his mouth on to her breast, sucking the rubbery tip between his lips. The driver gasped at the brazen action of the young white boy. But before she could say anything, the light changed and she started to drive. Margie leaned over the front seat and tapped the driver on the shoulder. "Don't worry about them, Ma'am," she said with a soft chuckle. "He's her brother...he'll watch out for her."
"Lord preserve us all," the driver said as she looked heavenward. "I've seen a lot of things in my cab, honey," she'd caught Margie's eye and then looked in her mirror again. Matt was licking his older sister's breast, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. "Those two pretty hot, hmm? Really brother and sister?" Margie nodded as she watched her *Master* and her lover getting more and more excited as they got closer to home "Mmmm, mmmm! Well if you say so, darlin'. I guess they come from a close-knit family, huh?"
The cab pulled up in front of their apartment as Margie covered Lisa's breast with her dress and Matt pulled a bill out of his wallet to cover their ride and a very generous tip. "You wouldn't believe how close-knit our family is, Ma'am," Matt handed the bill to the driver. "Thank you, Ma'am...I don't need any change back, no." He started to climb out the door after Margie and his sister. The driver grabbed his hand as it lay across the top of the front seat.
"Well, your parents raised you to be polite, young man...I know you can't be all bad." She smiled at him. "You take care of her now." Matt shut the door and she drove off down the street.
Lisa and Margie wrapped their arms around Matt's waist as the trio strolled into their building. Once in the apartment, Matt took the two baggies of his new sales supply and put it safely away in his room, knowing he would call Winston the next day and they would strategize a new distribution scheme along with Maurice's help. The third bag, the one Margie had wagered for, sat on Matt's desk as he changed out of his suit into an old, comfortable pair of cutff sweat pants. He set the music menu on his computer and when he was ready, he sat down at his desk, opened the bag and rolled a thin joint. As he lit the end, he punched a number on his cell phone. He took a hit as he heard a distinctive ring from upstairs.
Margie knew the ring as soon as she heard it. "Yes, *Master*?" she answered. "How may I serve you?" Her voice was whispery soft, the lilting Chinese accent sounded so hot.
Matt exhaled slowly, surprised by the sweet, heavy taste of the potent smoke. It had been a long time since he had smoked anything of this quality and the effects were both extreme and instantaneous. "Come down here...bring a pitcher of ice water and glasses. I need to thank you." Matt closed his phone and took another hit of the joint before he carefully snuffed it out in an ashtray. "Lisa? You in your room, baby?" He didn't have to raise his voice as his older sister's bedroom was right next to his; the doors from each of their rooms to the shared bathroom were open and he could hear her moving around.
He looked up when his sister entered his room and just like on that magical New Year's night, she simply took his breath away. The soft lights played off her tanned flesh, still slick with the sheen of sweat and good sex. He loved the way that her nipples were highlighted by the pale triangles on her rounded breasts left from her tanning bikini. He needed that ice water -- his mouth was parched and he was unconsciously licking his lips as his eyes moved over her exposed flesh. His breathing grew shallow as his eyes locked on to the third pale triangle caused by her tiny suit. Still plump and swollen from her earlier activities, Matt thought his sister's cunt was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
As Lisa crossed to her brother, an equally naked Margie followed her into Matt's room carrying the water pitcher from the refrigerator and three glasses. Setting the glasses down on the dresser, the beautiful Asian coed tilted her head causing her long black hair to fall over her perfect tits and highlight her stiff nipples. She filled the glasses with the most graceful movement of hand and arm and then set the pitcher down.
Again, Matt felt in awe of the gift that *Yuan Mai Ling* had given him -- all of her self... her love completely...to be *his*. She took a glass in each hand and gave one to the brother and one to the sister. Handing them over, she kissed each of them lightly on the lips, whispering her love to both of them.
Matt took a much-needed drink of water and then sat down in the swivel chair in front of his computer. He lit the joint in the ashtray and took another hit before passing it on to Margie. After she took the joint from his hand and took a small hit, Matt pressed his lips to his sister's and slowly exhaled the powerful smoke into her mouth. He motioned to both girls to hold the smoke deep as long as they could. And as the smoke started to escape their lips, all three were smiling at each other, the girls standing together in front of the luckiest freshman on campus.
He looked at Margie and once again marveled at how much she looked like a Chinese version of his older sister. Their physical measurements were almost identical -- both of them were perfect in every way. "You were very smart tonight, Mai Ling." A deep blush only made her neck and cheeks more beautiful. "I was so proud of you...using what I have tried to teach you."
Margie was so excited by her *Master's* unexpected words of praise. The rush she felt was as dizzying as the potent dope she was smoking. *It made her sooo wet!*
He took the joint out of her fingers and pulled the outrageously cute coed down on his knee. Inhaling the last of the thick, sweet smoke, Matt kissed his sister and gave her the smoke as he exhaled. Then he turned to Margie. "I told you I needed to thank you. Know why?"
Margie grinned back. "I think we are smoking the reason, Matt." She moved her head slowly to the left and then the right. Her hair was like a black shimmering waterfall rushing down over her breasts, separating around her hardened nipples.
It was difficult to draw his eyes away but he did. "That's certainly part of it, baby... knowing that a dealer would keep his best stuff for himself...but there was more."
Margie tried to ask but nothing came out of her mouth. Lisa had sunk to the floor between her girlfriend's legs and her tongue was buried between Margie's swollen labia. Matt gently pulled his sister back, eliciting a groan from both girls. "Tell her, Lisa...why are we so proud of our China Doll?" He bent forward and took her fat nipple in his mouth. Covering his teeth with his lips, he started chewing on the rubbery tip. Margie was going crazy as Lisa substituted two fingers for her tongue inside Margie's cunt.
Lisa straightened enough to bring her face even with Margie's. They both leaned into the kiss at the same time...all three seemed to be operating on the same wavelength. All of the lust and passion that she was feeling came out in Lisa's deep, throaty voice. "Two reasons, baby..." she looked directly into the black pools of Margie's almond-shaped eyes, "first, you chose to listen to Matt and me about black men, ignoring the old stories."
Another deep flush colored Margie's golden skin as she thought again about what had happened earlier that night. "Oh my God!" Margie cried, her voice pitching higher. "I'm so glad that I did...I mean...Oh my..." She looked at Matt, scared for a moment that he would be unhappy with her, but he was smiling and enjoying her reaction.
"We knew you would be, baby..." Lisa continued, "but the second reason is really the one Matt was talking about." Matt sat back and looked at his sister and then nodded his head for her to continue. "Margie, think about it, baby. How did my brother describe us -- you and me -- in his words and his actions tonight?" Margie looked at Lisa and then turned to Matt. She thought for a minute and then turned back to Lisa. "Whores." She started to smile as she started to understand. "We were his whores. He used us to *seal the deal*. We were his possessions." She slid a finger through her wet slit.
Lisa smiled back at her Asian lover. "You are absolutely right, my love." Margie's skin flashed with Lisa's words; her nipples grew even longer and her cunt grew wetter. "We were the lowest of the low." Margie nodded at Lisa again. "Tell me, baby...tell us both..." Lisa's voice dropped again, "was there ever a minute...outside of having huge orgasms...that you did not feel like you were in complete control?"
Margie's eyes opened as far as they could as she gasped, drawing in air. "Oh, I know!" She started to bounce her taut ass on Matt's thigh. "God, Lis'," she shrieked, "that's what made the sex so good! They thought it was all about them..." her whole face began to smile, "but the whole time...it was all about us...it was so cool!" The two girls met in a torrid kiss.
Matt took the opportunity to stick several fingers into each of their pussies and gently circle their clits with his thumbs. "That's right, babe. It's a couple of things all mixed together." Both girls were moaning into each others' mouth as Matt fingered both of them deeper and deeper. "There's attitude in there along with some incredibly cute pussy power." He smiled when he heard one of them giggling softly. "But mostly," he said with a sudden seriousness, "it's recognizing and understanding who has the real power in a dominant / submissive relationship."
Lisa pulled back and looked at her brother, lust pouring out of her dark brown eyes. Then she looked at Margie. "It was like...you just knew...that was pretty cool, baby. You haven't been at this stuff too long." Both girls reacted to Matt's thumbs as they circled ever closer to their engorged clits. It was hard for Lisa to speak, but she continued. "But when you used it...when *the whore* reeled in the mark and set the terms for the bet... sticking it to the big man... baby that was unbelievable." Lisa and Margie met again -- lip to lip and tongue to tongue -- as Matt brought them to climax with his fingers.
He watched his two lovers kiss for a moment and then drew them apart. "Lisa," he said, "go call Mom and Dad. If they're up, tell them to turn their webcam on and IM me." He watched her walk away, swiveling her gorgeous ass before she turned into her room.
Smiling up at the beauty perched on his thigh, he asked Margie how he could thank her properly. "Your wish is my command, my darling," he said. Her almond-shaped eyes opened wide as she considered the possibilities.
Margie looked around his room as she thought through her choices. Lisa came back in with a smile on her face. "They were in bed, Matty. Mom's gonna IM you in a minute." She noticed the strange look on Margie's face. "What did I miss? What did you say to her, Matt?"
Matt brought his laptop to life as he answered his sister. "I asked how she would like to be thanked her for her fine work earlier this evening." He kissed Lisa the way brothers are never supposed to kiss their sisters. "I said her wish was my command."
Lisa gasped when she heard her brother. She looked at Margie who nodded in response to her silent question. Before she could say anything, the computer signaled an incoming message. Margie stood up next to Lisa as Matt swiveled around towards his desk and clicked on the video chat window.
"What a lovely surprise, darlings!" Laurie's voice came from the computer speakers. The window on the monitor showed a close-up of her beautiful face.
Lisa pushed over Matt's shoulder. "You cut your hair again, Mom...it's so cute...God, it's so short."
Their mother laughed at her daughter's comments. "Funny as it seems, the shorter I cut my hair..." she paused for a moment. "Hey guys, who all is there?"
Matt clicked on the 'zoom out' button until he could see himself and the girls over his shoulders in the little monitor window. "Just us chickens, Mom," he said. "Lisa's right... your haircut is really hot."
"Thanks, honey." Laurie zoomed her webcam back as well, revealing her full, rounded breasts and then her husband at her side. "Like I was saying, the shorter I cut it, the longer your father seems to get." She pulled him closer until his hard cock was exposed to the camera.
"Oooh, Daddy," Lisa moaned, "you're looking very tasty tonight."
"Hi, sweetie," Steven greeted his daughter, "we were just talking about all of you. Yes, all of you, *Mai Ling*." Margie giggled, but they all knew she loved being included as part of the family.
"What's up, Pop?" Matt asked for all of them.
"Nothing, really. We've just been...missing you guys...and wondering when a good time would be to...come and visit." Matt and girls were staring at his monitor, watching their mother's head bobbing back and forth over their father's hard cock. The slow speed of the video, combined with the position of the camera - their father's head was missing - made for a very surreal image.
"Mom," Matt interrupted, "do you have your monitor window on? Can you see what we're seeing?"
Laurie let her husband's cock slip out of her mouth and looked at her monitor. "Of course, Matty. Why do you ask?" "Just a real interesting view is all, Mom. Dad isn't all there, if you get my drift."
Laurie zoomed her camera in until her head and shoulders filled the frame. Then she brought Steven's hardn into view. "Right now, children..." she drew her tongue along the curved shaft, "this is really the only part of your father I'm interested in."
Lisa and Margie moaned together at the sight before them. Each one thought how nice it would be to be at Laurie's side, helping her suck that cock.
"Anyway," Matt continued, "that's really the reason we're calling. There's a Holiday Parents' Weekend in two weeks and we really want you guys to come."
"Two weekends from now?" Laurie paused to think for a moment. "I'm sorry, honey, but that Friday is the staff party at school...and I've missed that the last two years."
Lisa and Margie were instantly aware of the change in Matt. He sat up straighter in the chair and his breathing slowed and steadied. His chest and arms seemed to expand as he sat there concentrating for a moment. His voice was normal volume, but he pitched it to a lower register. "Excuse me, *slut*. What did you just say?" The girls jumped at the tone of Matt's voice. They almost pissed themselves and he wasn't even talking to them! Then Matt turned and smiled at them -- his back to the camera. "Margie, roll a skinny...that bag." He pointed to the open baggie and then resuming his role, he turned back to the camera and waited for Laurie to speak.
Matt and Lisa watched silently as their mother looked into the camera and then crossed her arms behind her back, thrusting her full breasts and swollen nipples towards her children. Then lowering her head, she apologized to her son. "Please, *Master*. I am so sorry. It has been too long since you have disciplined me...and I need that so much." Laurie glanced at the camera and then looked down again. "Of course...we will be there with you. We wouldn't want to be anywhere else, *Master*." It had been so long since she hard heard that tone...she reacted immediately in a physical way.
Matt's father leaned down into the webcam's range. He was laughing as he spoke to his son in Chinese. "Hen hao de!* Very well done! I can smell your mother's cunt from ten feet away!"
"Thanks, Pop." Matt resumed conversing in a normal tone, speaking Chinese. "I'm not the only one who has done well...*Yuan Mai Ling* outdid herself tonight. She is a bright pupil and she seems to want to pursue this lifestyle with us. I want you and Mom to spend time with her, help her the way you helped Lisa and me." Margie was squealing in delight (of course she understood father and son) as she finished rolling the joint. She lit it and gave it to Matt and he took a hit. Ten seconds later, he exhaled and gave it to Lisa.
"Wait 'til you try this, Pop...outrageous." Matt had switched back to English. "Even better...wait until you and Mom meet our new friends...the guy who gave me this and his business associates. Gonna be a ton of fun." Laurie moved back into sight. She whispered into the microphone, "Am I forgiven, *Master*?" She looked back down waiting for her son's reply. Just a moment later, she looked up hearing his cheerful response.
"Of, course, Mother. You know I can't stay upset with you. But you can look forward to some *corrective attitude adjustment* when I see you again." Matt's smile was just a little crooked when he said that.
Matt and Margie both laughed when they heard Steven from off camera. "Shr, hai eega*... Once again," he'd said, referring to the musky aroma coming from Laurie's excitable pussy.
Laurie looked at her son and her daughter and their roommate. "My God*," she thought as she gazed at the monitor, "they are so beautiful...so bright*." Then she saw Margie kissing her daughter. "And so incredibly hot!"
"So tell us," Laurie said, "what our newest daughter did to make you so proud of her tonight."
"It's kind of a long story, Mom. I'll tell both of you the whole sexy tale when you get here. You'll need to know about the whole thing anyway when you meet our new friends." Matt paused to take a hit off the joint. "But for right now, I'll just say that she performed like a pro. In a pretty stressful situation, she stayed aware of everything going on, and used a little situation going on to snag this baggie of $1000 pot." Matt saw the look of shock register on Laurie's face and realized his mistake. "No...I don't mean she stole it or anything."
Laurie calmed down immediately. "Well that's good, honey. What *did* she do?"
Lisa and Margie were giggling in the background, feeling each other up for the parents' benefit...and theirs, of course. Matt said, "She bet one of the guys that my cock is more than ten inches long. The way she did it, he had to take the bet...had no choice in front of his friends. Of course," Matt chuckled, "we already knew who the winner would be."
"Well done, *Mai Ling*," they heard Steven. "I can't wait to taste it...*gan ni*...you, too," he said. They all laughed together. "What did your Master do to thank you?"
Matt looked back at the gorgeous Chinese coed, standing naked and smelling like sex just behind him. Lisa leaned into the front of the camera and said, "Oh my God, Mom...he said, and I quote, 'Your wish is my command'! Can you believe it?"
Knowing better than to question her son about this, Laurie simply smiled back into the webcam. "Matthew," she said, "if you don't mind, please have Margie go to her room -- right now, yes -- and call me on my cell phone." She saw Matt nod and turn towards Margie. Then she saw the girl turn and walk out of the room. "Alright, darlings," she said, "we are going to get off now. Please make reservations for us at the usual hotel." Laurie paused thoughtfully for a moment. "I'm going to go talk with Margie now, Matthew. Remember, honey, everything happens for a reason. Talk to you soon. We love you guys."
Matt and Lisa could hear the cell phone ringing in their parents' bedroom. Together, they said goodbye to their mother and father and promised to make the reservations the next day. Matt closed the video chat window on his computer, turned off the monitor, and got up from his chair. He smiled at his sister as he put his long arms around her and drew her body next to his. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her with all the love he felt for her. Then he pulled away and looked into her dark brown eyes. "You know why I'm doing this, don't you?"
Lisa smiled warmly at her little brother. "Of course, silly. I know she did great...and when you said 'stressful' before, you don't know the half of it."
Matt kissed her again -- this time letting his tongue open her lips as his hands drifted over her moist flesh. When his hand found the curve where thigh meets ass, he grabbed hard and pulled her against his thickening tool. Lisa worked her hands down until she had her brother's shorts in her grasp. She broke their kiss to kneel in front of him and peel them down his muscular legs. As always, when she found herself up close and personal with her brother's magnificent organ, she fell immediately under its spell. Almost unaware of his hands, Lisa felt herself being drawn up Matt's torso until she was on her feet again.
"She's jealous of you, you know..." Matt said softly to his sister. His hands were on her breasts, his fingers rolling her thick rubbery nipples. Lisa's fingers were stroking her brother's cock and rubbing gently over his balls. "I don't want her to be...I don't want her to have any reason to be unhappy about all this, baby."
"I know, lover," Lisa mumbled as she kissed and tongued her brother's nipples, still stroking his growing stalk. "Don't worry, baby. I could never be jealous of you no matter what you do." She looked up into his beautiful eyes. "I love you so much, Matty -- that's all that matters, knowing you love me just as much as I love you." They kissed with even more passion this time, losing themselves in each other until Matt felt Lisa lift her leg against his thigh, offering herself to her brother by spreading her swelling labia before his ever-hardening cock.
With his cock still in her hand, Lisa drew him forward, nestling the thick shaft between her moistening lips, sliding it back and forth through her creamy slit until he was covered in her secretions. Then she put the bulbous head into her hole and slid herself down the slick, thick ten-inch shaft until her brother's cock was buried to the hilt in her loving cunt.
"I do, Lis', I love you more than anything...you know that." Matt didn't move his body as he flexed his cock inside his sister's hot, tight walls. "Enough so I'm not jealous of you, either." Lisa moaned as he kept flexing himself in her. "I heard you before, you know, when you were *talking* to Henry." Lisa groaned as her brother's cock kept tapping against her G-spot and her cervix at the same time. She opened her mouth to suck on the finger she found there. The next thing she knew, that same finger was rubbing circles around her little star-shaped pucker. Then it was back in her mouth, demanding more moisture. And then, finally, she felt the slick digit penetrate her ass, fucking in and out of her while her brother's magic cock was playing her pussy like a musical instrument.
"You would make beautiful children with Henry, baby cakes...I really think so." Matt whispered into his sister's ear. "If that's what you want some day, it would be okay with me." That was all Lisa had to hear...when he started playing with her nipple again, pulling it in time to the finger fucking her ass and the cock twitching in her cunt, her best orgasm of the night rolled over the incestuous twentyne year old coed. Matt could feel her climax everywhere. Her sphincter clamped down on his finger in time with the spasms of her cuntal walls trying to coax the sperm from his balls. It took all his concentration to keep himself from giving in to the sweet temptation.
Matt was still hard as he lifted his sexy sister off of his cock. But he knew it would go down in a few minutes - he'd wanted to save himself, to be ready for whatever Margie came back with. And he knew it would be soon.
When both siblings had calmed down, Matt asked his sister to find out what was keeping their China Doll and at the same time, re-fill the pitcher of ice water. As Lisa left the room, Matt sat down and rolled a pin-joint from the new pot. It was almost gone a few minutes later when Lisa and Margie returned.
"May I?" Margie asked as she took the joint out of Matt's fingers. She took a nice, long drag and handed it off to Lisa. After a while, the hot little twenty year old blew the smoke out and sat down by Matt, on the side of his bed. She looked at him and smiled.
"God," he thought for the thousandth time, "she's so fucking beautiful!"
Lisa put her tray on top of the desk and poured two glasses. She took one and handed the other to Matt. She nodded at Margie and said, "Guess who I found at the refrigerator? I think she was on her second glass when I got there."
Margie smiled again at the sexy siblings. "I got very thirsty talking to my new mother. She is so beautiful. And my new father seems just as nice." Margie sighed as she took another drink. "I wonder how I could be so lucky!"
Lisa couldn't stand the suspense any longer. "What did you talk about? What did she tell you?"
Margie just looked at Lisa and shook her head. "I'll tell you later, baby. Right now, I think I owe Matt an answer to his question." Matt started to move but Margie put her hand on his chest, keeping him still. "My wish, *Master*, is that for the rest of the night, you treat me...just the same..." It was so hard for her to get the words out of her mouth she had to take another sip. "I want you to treat me the same way...that your father treats your mother."
Lisa just about spilled her water when she heard what Margie said to Matt. She couldn't wait for his reaction...this was *brilliant*! And yet, once again, her little brother proved to be in command of this as well.
Shocking them both, Matt slid off the side of his bed until he was sitting on the floor by Margie's dangling legs. He looked up into her black, almond-shaped eyes and let himself fall in to the deep obsidian pools. "Fuck me," he said to himself, "that is some great fuckin' dope!" With the most mellow smile he was capable of, Matt said he would be honored to serve her like that.
Lisa was starting to hyperventilate. This was about the hottest thing she'd heard of since her family started sharing *everything* last New Year. "Fuck, Matty..." Lisa hissed at her brother, her eyes turning to slits with thoughts of unholy lust, "guess what's gonna be on the top of my birthday list?"
Margie looked at her with an expression Lisa had never seen before...a little superior, maybe a little dismissive. Whatever it was, it made Lisa's pussy drool. Still looking at Lisa, Margie spoke again to Matt. "You can let her help, if you'd like...but please keep her quiet, Matthew." This time, Lisa's excitement was evident throughout the room. She could feel her response dripping down the inside of her thigh.
Matt turned to Lisa and using only his eyes, he directed her to the floor and had her assume her submissive pose. Only then did he turn around to look at Margie. "What may I do for you, love?"
"What time is it, Matthew?" Margie ignored his question.
"1:45 in the morning."
The sexy coed scooted back on the bed and took another drink. "Roll me a joint, dear." Matt looked at Lisa and she hopped over to the desk, busying her experienced fingers with the task. A minute later, Matt placed it between Margie's lips and held a flame to the tip.
As Margie slowly sucked on the tip of the little white tube, she raised her right knee until her foot was flat on the bed. Her left leg was flat on the mattress, slightly bent towards Matt. The beautiful long-haired Chinese girl moaned as she sucked in the smoke, letting the fingers of her right hand trail slowly down the inside of her firm golden thigh towards her slick, bare mound.
When her fingers found the top of her slit, she looked right at Matt, whipping her long black hair over her swelling nipples. "Call your friend, Winston. Invite him to come over here...now. Tell him you would be very pleased if he would...come over and...fuck me." Lisa thought that her heart was going to explode! She couldn't believe how hot this was...watching her *oh-so-powerful* brother being dominated like that. She wanted Margie so badly...she had never appeared more desirable. That Margie wouldn't speak to her or even let Lisa speak at all sent vibrations through every nerve in her body.
Again, Matt glanced at her and she got to her feet. Locating his cell phone, she handed it to him and resumed her pose at his side. Lisa gazed up at Margie with a new-found respect and admiration. Seeing Matt involved on the phone, Margie relaxed a little and winked at Lisa, then puckered her plump lips in a very sexy air kiss.
A minute later, a red-faced Matt turned back to Margie. "He said he had to shower. He'll be here in about 30 minutes." Matt looked down for a second and then back up. "May I ask you a question?"
"Of course," Margie answered. "What is it, Matthew?"
"My father treats my mother many ways. I think I know what you want, my love...but if I'm wrong...or not...don't hesitate to correct me, okay?"
Margie's eyes gleamed. "Don't worry, Matthew...your mother told me all about how she corrects your father. Sometimes, he even deserves it, she said!" Margie laughed -- alone. "But you've done nothing wrong, so far..."
Matt looked up again. "For right now," he said, "I just want to know...what do you want me to call you?"
She looked at him, stared at him until he saw her eyes change once in anger and then again in understanding. Now, looking just plain hot and sexy, Margie spoke in a low, throaty voice. "Matthew, you can call me whatever you like...whatever makes you comfortable. It's not what you call me, love. It's how you treat me tonight that counts."
Brother and sister were both more than a little impressed by her answer. Everything she did, earlier and even now, seemed to justify their feelings about her. They were both totally in love with her...and she with them.
Margie could see the understanding in Matt's eyes. She could also see the love he felt for her and her heart caught in her throat. He was so beautiful to her. "Stand up, come closer, Matty." He stood next to the bed and leaned towards her. His cock was standing straight out, almost perpendicular to the floor. Margie slid her fingers around the thick shaft with one hand and cradled his balls with the other. She pulled over even farther, stretching the skin covering his genitals.
"I want you to start a bath for me, baby..." Margie licked his cock and kissed the smooth, soft skin covering his sac as she gave him her orders. "You can bathe me and shave me for your friend, okay?" Lisa was shivering from the way Margie was addressing her brother. She wasn't kidding about the birthday list thing! When several seconds went by and Matt remained silent, Margie held her breath and bit down on her lip as she remembered what Laurie told her to do...had to do, she'd said, if this whole thing was going to work for everyone. Margie held his thick hard cock against his stomach as she licked the base of his cock and the top of his sac. Matt moaned as she licked him, unaware of her tiny right hand between his legs. As she stretched his cock upwards, she held her middle finger back with her thumb creating as much torque as she could. She silently counted five seconds, hoping he would respond. When the time passed, she let her middle finger go...that classic flick from everyone's childhood...and her long, painted fingernail landed hard and flat, flush against the tender scrotal bag.
When the sounds of brother and sister gasping died down, Margie smiled at Matt. "I believe I asked you a question. Were you going to answer me, baby?"
Matt was trying very hard to gather himself together. The electric jolt of Margie's snapping nail had scattered parts of him throughout all the known universes. He was so high... the pain was almost transcendent. When he felt he could speak, he slid back down to the floor and apologized from his knees. He could hardly breathe, he was so excited. And without looking at his sister, he knew she had climaxed again when Margie's finger struck him.
"Of course, my love," Matt finally spoke, his tone low and soothing, "let me get it started for you now." The handsome young man backed out of the room and ran upstairs to start a hot bath in Margie's bathtub.
When the girls were alone, Margie motioned Lisa up on to the bed with her. She smiled at Lisa, her black eyes bright with power and lust. "Lick my pussy, baby." Margie hissed at her lover. Lisa moved her head immediately between her girlfriend's firm, golden thighs; her tongue finding the moist, hot slit full of crème. "That was so cool, baby. I felt his whole body tremble." Margie started to giggle as Lisa's tongue found her hole. "Your mother told me how to do it, honey...I hope you're not mad at me for doing it...she told me I would have to."
Lisa looked up at the beautiful girl with a sly smile. "I almost always listen to my mom," she whispered. Then she looked up again. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I spoke without permission. Will you punish me now?" Both girls giggled together until Margie heard Matt's footsteps on the stairs. She pushed Lisa off the bed before Matt re-appeared to escort her upstairs.
And just like he'd seen his father do on occasion to his mother, the incredibly mature freshman bathed and shaved the classic Chinese beauty, stroking her ego along with her perfect body as she relaxed in the steaming tub. Ten minutes before Winston was due, Matt lifted her out of the tub and carried her, wrapped in a thick towel, to her bed. He'd finished drying her and was applying a very light coating of body massage oil to her golden flesh when Lisa brought Winston into Margie's bedroom.
(Only a few minutes earlier, Lisa had been in the living room waiting for Winston. Knowing what might develop, she thought it prudent to speak to the young man before anything happened. She knew she had to grab his attention and then his agreement as quickly as she could...she thought answering the door completely naked would help. It did.)
Hearing his footsteps coming towards the door, Lisa's heart was pounding and her breathing was getting faster and shallower as she waited for him. Finally, she just couldn't stand waiting another second and she threw the door open just as he stepped up to knock. Winston stood there, his arm suspended as his eyes took in his all-time favorite fantasy image -- but this time she was real and right in front of him.
Lisa brought him quickly inside, whispering to the freaked out freshman to be quiet as she shut the door behind him. Lisa slid into Winston's arms and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her hand found the tent in the front of his jeans and gave him a little squeeze. "You seem to be all ready, Win," she whispered to him. All he could do was groan in response. "Listen up, little boy," she continued, "tonight's not like usual." He started to say something but she cut him off immediately. "No questions...no time, baby...just listen. Some things may happen that...you...maybe won't be expecting. Nothing bad...just different." Lisa kissed him again, harder this time, as she closed her fingers around the pole in his pants. "Just go with the
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baby...how hard did you cum...when you *pissed in my mouth?" He tried, but he just couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice.
Margie's almond-shaped eyes flew open (as much as they could). "Oh my God!" she shrieked as she jumped into his welcoming arms. "I swear, Matty, it was..." Her head fell back, the curve of her neck and shoulder was poetry to his eyes, "...an explosion, like all of me was riding the great karmic wave."
Matt held her firm, rounded ass as she brought her legs down to the floor. "Me, too, baby. It was indescribable...perfect...like you, love."
The light from her eyes almost blinded him before she dropped to her knees into her submissive position. "Master*, may I make a request? Please?"
"God," he thought to himself*, "she's just too fuckin' hot to be real!" "Of course...you may ask. But quickly...I'm a little smelly..." She giggled. "...and I want to go shower."
"Please, Matt, when your parents come...I want you to give me to your mother." It was what he'd expected from her and it made him smile. "I want to thank her, of course..." Margie looked up at the young man she loved so much, her grin was a little naughty, "but also...I think there's more that she can teach me...to please you and Lisa."
Matt looked down at the wet-dream on her knees in front of him. Of course he would give her what she wanted -- there was never a doubt. But, he thought, he might enjoy her before he gave his answer. "We'll see," he told her. His voice carried more weight as he spoke again. "Come downstairs, *slut*." He could see Margie's golden skin flush in reaction to the word. "You can give me a shower while I decide."
A few minutes later Matt stood under the steaming spray, letting the hot water loosen his muscles as it cascaded down his long torso and over his long, fit legs. He leaned against the wall, his shoulders and back getting the benefit of the liquid heat raining down and then he felt her rubbing a soapy washcloth over his neck and shoulders. She lathered his back and arms and then dropped her soapy fingers to his well-muscled ass, rubbing him lewdly as she cleaned every inch of him. When she finished his legs and feet, she stayed in the Asian-style squat in front of him and turned him around. Margie worked quickly with the soap and washcloth up his shins and thighs, gently and lovingly massaging the soft, thick shaft of his cock and then his sac with the foamy cloth.
She stood up in front of him, making sure her nipples came in contact with his cock-head, and quickly finished his flat stomach and broad, muscular chest. He handed her the detachable shower head and she rinsed him off, using her free hand to wipe the clean water across his flesh. She softened the spray as she rinsed between his legs, her fingers lifting and separating to allow the water full access. She turned him half-way around again and rinsed his back and then used her fingers to spread his cheeks and make sure his ass was soap-free before she handed the shower-head back to him.
By the time he'd replaced it and turned back again, Margie was already waiting outside the tub with a soft, warm towel to dry him off. He let her pat him down, front and back, and then stood in front of his mirror to brush his hair. He glanced at her reflection in the mirror and then smiled to himself as she resumed her kneeling position. He thought about her request for a moment and then turned around, leaning back against the counter.
Keeping his voice firm, using the controlling tones he employed so well, Matt said, "Come forward, Margie...let's *multitask*!" She looked up hesitantly into his ice-blue eyes as she slid closer to him, between his spread legs. "That's better, *Mai Ling*. You practice my mother's 'deep swallow' technique while I decide what to do about your request."
He groaned softly as Margie raised herself enough to take his thick flesh pole past her soft, sweet lips and into her welcoming mouth. She loved to take him this way -- not yet hard - she knew Lisa did, too. (They did talk about him, after all!) She controlled her gag reflex well as she felt his large, spongy head pass the back of her tongue. Breathing slowly through her nose, she 'swallowed' him into her throat. Matt was moaning softly, concentrating on not moving his hips as Margie held still, letting her throat adjust around him. After a very long minute, she put her hands around Matt's ass and pulled him closer, driving another inch or two deep into her throat. Again, she held him still as her body found ways to accommodate his length and girth. When her breathing and her pulse seemed reliable, the beautiful twenty-year old Chinese girl, completely naked on her knees in front of him, started to use her throat muscles the way Laurie had taught Lisa and Lisa had taught her. For the lucky 'stiff', it felt like nothing else in the world! A base-to-tip, 360 degree, wet, warm, swirling cock massage to die for!!
Matt worked hard, willing himself to speak while Margie practiced her magic on his ever-thickening cock. "I can tell you to please my mother...and my father...while they are visiting." He groaned...he was in love with a witch. "And don't forget, *Mai Ling*, you are *slut* number three...if I want my *slut*-mother to teach you her tricks, I could just tell her to." She looked into his eyes, acknowledging the truth of what he was saying. He looked into her eyes and saw the lust that was driving her. "Stop," he whispered to her. His hand went to her cheek as he slowly withdrew from her mouth. She made a small whimpering sound, feeling suddenly very empty.
"Don't worry," he told her, his voice nearly normal again. "You can practice later. I want drown my sister in my love for her...you can fuck Winston again while you watch us." Matt's pulse picked up as he looked at her; his breathing became shallow as he pictured it in his mind. "Shr, ne kan wo..." he started in Chinese, drilling his authority into every word, "Yes, you watch us - watch me fuck my sister. Every way I fuck her...you make my friend fuck you the same way...very hot, little girl."
"Okay," he switched back to English, "I'll give you to my mother...but don't come back to me if it's not quite what you think it might be. Margie, she could do something in front of your friends...you never know if you give her control." Margie felt her cunt flood at the thought of being exposed...for what she truly was...in public, in front of her friends and classmates..."Oh God*," she thought, "maybe even in front of my professors*!" Matt saw the lightning bolt shoot out of her eyes when he mentioned her friends; he could smell her arousal immediately. "If that's what you want...fine." He waved his hand dismissively as he walked out of the bathroom towards the stairs. She sat there, creaming at the possibilities when his voice broke her trance. "Coming, *slut*?"
When he walked back into Margie's bedroom, he found Winston rolling joints (he immediately took one, lit it and took a long drag) and his sister on the phone. He sat down next to her on the bed, listening to her end of the conversation. "That will be so cool, Mom!" She was bouncing up and down like a little girl, her smile lighting the room. "Downtown? The Presidential Suite?" She lifted the joint from her younger brother and took a drag. "Okay...I will...see you then, Mom. Love you...Love you too, Daddy." And she snapped the phone closed.
Matt started to ask what the call was about when Lisa cut him off with a big sloppy kiss, her arms around his shoulders and her breasts pressed against his chest. "Wait a minute, Matty, please?" She looked into his eyes. "There's something I have to tell you, bro. Then I'll tell you what Mom said, okay? But first..." she flipped her phone open again, "there's a quick call I have to make." Matt kissed her softly and nodded his approval.
Margie walked into the room with a fresh pitcher of ice water and a few cold beers. She looked at Matt quizzically as he motioned her to be silent. Lisa punched a speed dial number and they could all here the ring on the other end. Lisa issued a disappointed sigh when she heard her Uncle David's voicemail greeting. Still, with a smile in her voice, she spoke into the phone. "Hi, Uncle David. It's Lisa." Her voice changed completely as she continued...deeper, smoky and sexy. "Mom just told me about Parents Weekend. I'm so sorry you can't make it." Margie moved closer to Matt, handing him a cold beer. Lisa looked at her, moved her hand to Margie's firm breast and gave it a loving squeeze. "I can't wait to see you fuck my hot little roomie." Margie gasped and Matt chuckled. Winston looked up for a minute, then continued rolling. "Anyway, thanks again for taking care of everything, Uncle David." She paused, looking at her brother again, and then she finished, "I love you, Unc...I'm here whenever you want me." She flipped the phone closed again.
Lisa looked up at her brother; he was smiling patiently at here -- nothing but love in his light blue eyes. She was nervous and it started to affect her breathing and her skin raised in a million goose bumps. As gently as he could he said, "Lisa...there is nothing you could ever say that would make me stop loving you." He kissed her softly on her trembling lips. "What is it, baby cakes?"
"Uhmm..." she looked up at her younger brother, the love of her life, a tear falling down her cheek, "I'm so sorry, Matty...I...lied to you." The tears started to flow as he gathered her in his arms and hugged his sister close. "I'm so sorry."
Matt held her, kissed her head and shoulders and whispered that everything was okay... he loved her...it would be alright. When she calmed down, he said, "Tell me Lis' -- you'll feel better, honey. Believe me." Lisa shifted around on the bed until she was sitting on her brother's lap, facing him and straddling his waist with her legs. Matt's big, thick cock pressed against the length of her sweet slit as she pushed it between them. She was so close that when she inhaled, her nipples grazed his chest. She knew she shouldn't have lied, but she also knew he would not only forgive her, it would turn him on as well.
When she looked up, Margie was giving Matt a 'shotgun' hit off the joint, carefully placing the lit end in her mouth and blowing the smoke out the end of the joint into his mouth. Lisa rubbed her hand across Margie's back and the seductive curve of her hip. When Matt leaned down to exhale the smoke, kissing his sister's open mouth, Lisa slid her finger through Margie's cheeks and pressed up until she was two knuckles deep in her ass. As Margie pressed down and rotated on her finger, Lisa exhaled and started to speak.
"Remember a few weeks after we got back from Thanksgiving? I told you I was going to my friend Amy's wedding...I was gone for a weekend?" Matt was trying to remain straight-faced as his sister 'confessed' to him. But he was getting really hot as Margie's gyrations intensified. He started pulling gently on his sister's dark pink nipples; they seemed to stiffen at the same rate his cock was. "There was no wedding, Matty. I spent the weekend in a hotel in St. Louis." She moaned as her brother pulled on her...drawing her breast out as he stretched the rubbery flesh. "Uncle David called me...unghhh...he'd told me at Thanksgiving...uhmm, that feels so good...he said we, all of us, are like a...I know it sounds stupid, Matty, but it kinda made sense at the time...God, you're making me crazy, bro...he said we were like a vampire coven and he was the head."
When the silence was broken by Winston's laughter, Matt let go of Lisa's tit and punched his friend in the shoulder. Silence ensued. Then Lisa continued.
"He said that since he made Mom his slut first, every incestuous connection in both our families came from that...I was his slut, too." Matt was licking the bottom curve of her perfectly formed tit. Lisa waited until she felt Margie start to lift up and she straightened out the finger that had invaded that beautiful asshole. When Margie sat back down, she groaned and started fucking herself on Lisa's stiff digit. "You too, Margie." She was barely able to speak -- her brother's lips and teeth were working her overly-sensitive nipple and his stiff cock was working her clit as she pressed and humped herself at him. "We talked about you, lover...he said if you were really a part of all this...then you were his as well."
Margie was so close to reaching her peak; she felt her nipples harden into long, dark bullets and her clit poked out as she rubbed lightly around it. She caught Matt's eye, "Please, *Master*, may I say yes?" she whispered in his ear. When he smiled at her and nodded his head, she flew over that peak; her pussy released enough juice to coat Lisa's fingers and another one found its way up her beautiful ass.
Lisa looked at her brother. He was, she thought, much too calm and collected about all this. She was no longer afraid and she was getting extremely turned on, aware of every touch of his cock against her, every lick and kiss and suck of his lips and tongue on her warm, moist flesh.
"He called me one night and asked me if I'd meant it...that I would be his slut. God, I was dieing, baby. You just don't know what guys like you and Uncle David do to us poor little girls. I said yes and he emailed me instructions. I packed some wicked outfits and some toys and I went to a hotel downtown. There was a keycard waiting for me...David said I could help myself to the mini-bar or room service while I waited. He told me to get there at 5:00pm and I shouldn't have to wait more than an hour. So I had some wine and I took a bath and it was about 5:30 and I was getting kinda nervous. I took a half tab of some herbal-X...it was so good. When it started to kick in, the door opened...God, I so wanted to be fucked, Matty, I couldn't believe it!" Margie was gushing all over her hand, but her brother was still in total control as she told him her story. "Oh My God!! It was Brian, baby! Not David...his son!"
Lisa couldn't take it any more. She put her hands around her brother's face and looked right into his eyes. And of course, she realized the obvious. "You knew!" she squealed with delight as brother and sister shared a deep kiss. "When...what...tell me, little brother...what do you know?"
Matt turned to Winston. "Make yourself useful, dude. Light me a joint and give me something cold to drink." As he waited for his good bud to take care of him, Matt turned to Margie with a smile. "How's your pussy feel, baby? You worked it hard tonight, huh?"
The sexy Asian coed wet a finger in her mouth and drew it down slowly over her *Perfect 10* breast and her flat stomach until she was rubbing ever so softly over her tender, swollen mound. "Ta shr buh tso*...not too bad..." she replied in Chinese, "but always open for you, *Master*."
"No, sweetheart, not tonight." He took the joint from Winston, took a deep drag and gave it to his sister. After a long swallow of cold water, Matt handed the glass back to his good friend. He nodded towards Winston's wet dream. "She'll suck your cock again if you want. But if you fuck her...use her ass, okay?" Then he took the joint out of Lisa's hand, took one more drag himself and then handed it back to Winston, too. "Listen, bro...I don't mean to be rude...but I'm gonna be concentrating on my sister for a while. Why don't you and Margie move up to the head of the bed, okay?"
Matt lifted Lisa and placed her on her back across the lower part of the bed. Taking a large feather pillow in one hand, he lifted her and slid the pillow underneath her saucy little bottom with the other. Lisa was sooo ready for this; in her mind, everything before had been appetizers leading up to the main course...her sexy younger brother's big, thick beautiful cock. God, how she loved him! Her still-tanned flesh was moist and flushed from the little mini almostrgasms that Winston provided via his talented tongue. (She avoided the big O as Matt had made a point of telling his friend NOT to make her cum.) Now, with the pillow beneath her, Lisa watched her brother's face as he sat cross-legged between her spread and upraised thighs. Her breathing got shallower and her heart rate increased as he inched closer to her hot, wet core.
As much as he appeared to be in control, Matt was every bit as excited as his older sister. His ice-blue eyes locked on to hers as he slowly leaned forward, bringing his talented tongue ever closer to her slick, shaved mound. He'd been waiting forever, or so it seemed to the young man, and his time was at hand. He touched her briefly, with the tip of his tongue, on that little ridge that separates pussy from pucker. He smiled at her when she gasped.
"Did you think Uncle David would have called you like that without talking to me first?" Without waiting for an answer, Matt started licking in circles around her dusky pink rosebud. Lisa could only moan an answer. "At first, *he* was planning on meeting you, Lis'. He slid his finger into her moist little fuck-hole, lubricating it with her succulent crème. "He called me earlier that week...asked me if I minded if he sent Brian to fuck you." He withdrew the coated digit and found her asshole with the tip. "When David told me that Brian was already sleeping with Mom..." Matt pushed his finger up Lisa's clenching bowels with one thrust and Lisa, Margie and Winston all groaned together. "I figured it would be cool to talk to him after...you know...your brother and your first cousin, sitting around..." He thrust a second finger past her sphincter and started to stretch her out. "Comparing you and Mom...talking about how we like to fuck you. So I told him okay. But I never really heard any of the details. You can tell all of us now." Matt started to lick his sister's puffy lips as his fingers twisted in her ass. Suddenly, he remembered his mother's phone call. He looked up from between his sister's thighs. "Hey, Lis', before you do...what did Mom say before?"
Lisa was having a hard time listening to her brother. His fingers were fiddling with her ass like a concert violinist playing a Stradivarius...and the idea of her brother and her cousin discussing her like that...it just made her cunt flood. But she tried to respond...she knew Matt wanted to hear about Brian and St. Louis. "Uncle David...unghh...is paying for a *huge* suite at a downtown hotel for Parents' Weekend." Her voice was low and gravelly and it made her brother's cock as hard as rock. "Mom and Dad, the three of us and Brian." Margie was moaning along with Lisa as she pictured the possibilities. "And new people, too, Matty. Brian is bringing his fiancée, Kathy, and her brother, Andy." Matt looked at her with a question on his face. Lisa's dark brown eyes were slits of pure lust. "Brian brought Kathy to our house one night. Daddy fucked her while Brian did Mom...then, Kathy told them that she and Andy have been having sex with each other since her senior year of high school." She tried to climb his fingers, thrusting her ass up off the pillow. "Brian told Mom that he looks just like you, Matty...he said you could be brothers."
Matt felt his sister's colon start to clamp down ...she was so close to cumming...but then he took his fingers away, leaving her feeling so empty. "Matty," she moaned her loss, "what are you doing to me, baby?" Lisa moaned again feeling her brother's hands under her ass. He pulled her forward until her gaping rosebud was winking at the ceiling. Then he slid his long fingers up the back of each thigh, pressing her knees against her breasts. "Hold them wide open, baby," Matt growled as he slid his hands back down the hot moist flesh, "while you tell us about fucking our dear cousin Brian." Matt's fingertips slid through Lisa's creamy slit, playing lightly over her hyper-sensitive, hairless cunt lips from her erect little clit to her stretchedut sphincter. Then he took the shaft of his cock in his hand, lining up the thick head with her gaping hole. Pinching her clit with his other hand, Matt plunged his pole deep into her receptive bowels. "Talk to me, *slut*. I want to know what happened."
Lisa gasped as her younger brother's fingers found her swollen clit and then groaned as he lodged his thick, meaty prick deep in her ass, filling her completely. She never felt as good as she did when her brother's magnificent cock was somewhere inside her. He slid his hips upwards, withdrawing his cock. "Ohhh, Matty..." Lisa moaned her loss, but then, quite unexpectedly, she felt his fingers holding her gaping sphincter open and his tongue slithering into her ass. Then she remembered...her *Master* wanted to her about her encounter with their cousin. "Oh God...that feels...unnnggghhh..." Matt plunged his thumb into her pussy, searching out her G-spot. "Please, Matty..."
He really didn't want to stop reaming her butt-hole, but he had to get her back on track. "Keep talking, Lis'..." he grinned at her -- his eyes were slits of fire as he took his cock in hand and once again plunged it deep into her backside. "Or I'll stop what I'm doing." He pulled himself out, his thick head making a *plop!* as it passed her rubbery ring. Looking down, he mumbled to her, "God, Lis', I love the way your asshole stays open...like it's waiting to get filled up again." And again, he drove all ten inches into his sister's warm, tight bowels until his balls slapped against her upraised cheeks. He pulled his thumb out of her pussy and replaced it with two long finger that he used to massage his cock through her cuntal wall. *Fuck, it felt awesome!*
Lisa was losing her mind as her brother continued his sensual assault on her vulnerable flesh. "He was so surprised, he told me. He was expecting Mom, but he was real happy that it was me, baby." Matt again replaced his fat cock with his tongue, licking and poking deep into her anus. "He asked me if I was really Uncle David's *slut*. I said yes. He asked me what that meant and I told him that I would do *anything* he wanted for the weekend." It took all of her concentration to keep going. Her brother was moving his tongue and fingers (and occasionally his cock) back and forth between her hot, bare mound and her open and excited dusky pucker.
"Margie," Lisa tried to get her attention, "you'll meet him soon. Brian, our cousin...about 6'2" of beautiful stud with red hair, blue eyes, slim body and really great cock." She heard the beautiful Asian girl mumbling something about 'great cock'. "He told me later that Daddy said he loved sucking him so much that he could come over anytime he wanted a blowjob. Anyway, first, when he kinda got over the shock of finding me there instead of Mom, he told me since freshman year in high school, he thought about me when he jacked off."
Matt stopped chewing on her pussy lips for a moment. He looked up towards the head of the bed. "He was always so popular and athletic...even as a little kid. Lisa and I both were not. It wasn't until freshman year that Lisa changed. She changed from a kid to a complete hottie." He resumed eating her, devouring her essence. Then looking up again, he said, "He really is beautiful, *Mai Ling*...all through college, he was a high fashion catalog model. Great cheekbones, I was always told...I guess a great cock, too."
"I smiled at him," Lisa continued, her eyes rolled back in her head, "and told him he didn't have to do that anymore. I was wearing jeans and a little top. He looked at me and told me to take off the top...I think he wanted to see if I would more than he wanted to see my boobs. I turned around and took off my top. When I turned back around, he just stared at my eyes and told me I was beautiful. Then he told me to roll a joint from some stuff he brought. I lit it when I was done rolling and then handed it to him. He still hadn't touched me so when he took a hit, I put my hand on his jeans, over his cock, and I gave him a little squeeze. That got him started!" She giggled at the memory.
"He told me to get naked so I gave him a little show -- peeling off my jeans and then my little panties. He *loved* my shaved pussy, *Master*! Then I stripped him and we played around for a little while and then he finally fucked me. It was wonderful, Matty. And then we showered and when I washed his back, I spread his cheeks and tongued his asshole. He really loved that! When he asked me if I 'swallow' cock like Mom, I think I came a little bit. So I turned him around and showed him I could it, too."
Matt was back to alternating tongue, fingers and cock in both of his sister's exposed openings. He was immersed in the tastes and textures that kept subtly changing as Lisa's state of excitement altered. He pictured his older cousin as his sister mumbled on about her weekend. As he tongue-fucked his sister's juicy cunt, he thought about his dad's comment. Maybe he would get a chance to find out for himself... *Oh man*! He didn't know where that thought came from! But when he realized the desire was real, it put Matt right back on that insane edge that his father had described. He was ready to start his journey, bringing his hot, sexy sister along for the ride!
Matt sat cross-legged directly in front of his sister's upturned behind. He told her to let go of her legs and let them drop slowly over his. Lisa sighed as her legs dropped slowly, not realizing the strain they had been under. Matt stroked her thighs, working up to her perfect mons, bending forward to kiss her clit. Then he nuzzled his way up the hot, moist flesh of her flat tummy until his broad tongue stroked around the underside of her delicious tits.
Lisa felt like she was under water, immersed in the total pleasure of being devoured by her brother, her mind filled with graphic images of her time with Brian. "Tell me more..." she heard her brother's voice just before she felt his teeth on her stiff nipple. She was just vaguely aware when he shifted his hips. She thought she heard him again -- "Talk to me, baby," he said, just before he drove his stiff cock fully into her in one thrust.
"UNnnnngggghhh...God, Matty...you're so fucking big." He brought back nine inches, very slowly, and then plunged to the hilt again. "He made me dress all slutty and then took me to the hotel bar so guys could hit on me." Again, her brother slowly withdrew his rock-hard slab until just the thick, spongy head was between her pussy lips, paused and then filled her completely again. He was making her crazy -- they both knew it. There was nothing on earth that could make him vary the pace and the depth of his stroke. It was a sensual torture that his father taught him and he was well into the first stage as Lisa kept talking about her weekend. "We got kicked out of the bar...went back upstairs to order room service. *Oh fuck, Matt!* Oooh yessss!" Matt felt her crème coating the length of his cock as she mini-climaxed when he bit her other nipple. "The room service waiter was a great guy...45 maybe 50 year old black man...very classy and *very* fit. Brian gave me to him...he wanted me to lick his ass before he fucked me. After, Brian gave him a hundred-dollar bill -- told him to tell all his friends in the kitchen to take good care of us all weekend. And they did, baby, they really did!"
Matt kept the same pace as he continued to fuck his sister's hot, wet cunt. But now, when he was fully in her, he twitched his cock-head against her cervix before he withdrew. He was moving to stage two of his father's technique. He kissed the curve of her shoulder where it met her neck and then slid his lips up the moist, cinnamon skin until he could whisper in her ear. "Love your cousin, Lis'?"
"Ummm hmmm," she moaned her agreement, "he's so beautiful, *Master*." She couldn't believe the way he was fucking her!
"Gonna keep fucking him, baby cakes?"
"As long as you let me...as long as he wants me. Oh FUCK ME, MATTY!" Lisa screamed as she climaxed again while feeling her brother's cock twitch against the opening to her womb. "Will you let me, Matty?" she asked when she could speak again.
"Sure, baby, sure..." Matt kissed his sister, falling in love all over again with her soft, supple lips and her teasing tongue. "Was he as good as the bald, black posse? Wanna make babies with him...like you want to...with *Henry*?" Matt took Lisa up another level; when he mentioned Henry's name, his thumb plunged through her stretchedut anal ring and up her ass - all the while maintaining the same tempo and depth (and little cock twitch) like a fucking machine.
Lisa was babbling and moaning as her brother's words started to penetrate her conscious mind. Babies...Henry..."Oh Jesus! Ohhh FUUCCCKKK!" she screamed her climax without knowing it. She was only vaguely aware of her ass clamping down on his thumb; it felt so good...so right...but he was making her *COMPLETELY FUCKING CRAZY* fucking her the way he was. She managed to find some words as her lust-filled eyes found his. "You heard me, Matty? Ooooohhh.. OH! OH!" She came again, picturing the African Adonis who'd fucked her so well earlier that night.
"He told me, Lis'...didn't want to get on my bad side." Matt smiled darkly at his sister. "You would make beautiful babies, no doubt." He slid another finger into her, grinding along side his thumb. Lisa reverted to mumbling sounds, not words, as her brother played his sensuous symphony all over her perfect, young body. Her cunt was gripping his hard, thick cock like the walls had fingers and her ass was eating his fingers with every plunge. It was getting to be impossible for Matt to continue much longer. If he would have let himself, he could have cum anytime in the last ten minutes. As it was, he knew he had only a limited amount of time to bring both of them up the final level...on the edge.
Their bodies were slick from their exertions, providing a full-body lubricant to the incestuous siblings as they rocked back and forth against each other. Sensing his sister was riding the crest of a huge orgasmic wave, Matt withdrew his long, hard, cum-coated prick from her exquisite pussy and his thumb and finger from her bowels. Shifting only slightly, Matt's cock found her dusky pink hole and he was up her ass in one smooth stroke. He watched his sister carefully as her eyes started to roll back with no apparent focus. When he pulled back and then fucked her asshole again, her eyes changed back again to the lust-filled slits he cherished.
"Ooooohhh, Matty...unghhh...OH FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK unnnnnggggg!" She had never...*never-fucking-ever* felt like this! Three, four, five times he fucked his stiff meat in her ass hard and deep, his balls slapping against her cheeks. Then suddenly he lifted her legs up and moved her away and off his rock-hard pole. He came out of her ass so easily, it seemed like it was a choreographed dance move. Flowing with the cosmic wave that seemed to be guiding his actions, Matt rose up on his knees, his strong, sure hands holding his sister by her trim waist. She was weightless in his grip and with no visible effort, the young man held her above the mattress, turned her upside down and brought her body back in to his.
Lisa could not understand what her brother was doing to her. He had never...no one had ever...pushed her farther or harder. Her mind was turning to jelly as the pleasure neurons across her brain and body exploded continuously. Before she knew what was happening, a tremendous rush overwhelmed her as Matt held her with her head down. When she opened her eyes, she was looking at the swollen, mushroom-shaped head of her brother's completely erect cock. She found the drop of pre-cum leaking from his piss hole simply irresistible and moved instinctually to take him into her mouth.
Matt opened his sister's thighs and rested them on his shoulders. At the very same time Lisa stretched her sweet lips around the massive corona of the finest cock in her world, she felt her brother's mouth form a seal over her smoothly shaved pussy. When he started to suck...oh so lightly...around her supersensitive clit, she felt the wave take her up a notch to a new level. Her breathing was so shallow and her pulse so rapid; electricity shot through her from where ever their flesh touched. She worked his cock deeper, gently swallowing him when she felt the head slide in to her throat.
He couldn't take another minute of the exquisite torture he was putting himself through. He realized, somewhere deep inside, that if he was this far gone then his sister had to be, too. He started to relax the muscles holding back his climax while he slipped a long finger into her cunt, massaging her G-spot. His tongue beat a steady tattoo against the sides of her swollen nub, careful to avoid direct contact. He felt the heat of lust in her mouth as her tongue traced every vein and every ridge of his thick shaft. With all of his will...all of his strength...he lifted his mouth from her fire-hot flesh. "Just think, baby..." he was just barely able to speak, "you, Margie and me, Mom and Dad...Oh! Fuck, Lis'...I'm starting to cum, baby...God...Brian and Kathy and Andy... Ahhh..." he released the first long spurt of his thick semen into her gullet. "All of us fucking each other...and then with the bald, black posse." Lisa slid her mouth back until her lips sealed around the ridge of his cock-head; she needed to taste her brother's love and he complied with another stream across her tongue. He felt her tongue caress his cock, licking all around him. Matt dropped his mouth back to her steamy slit and started nibbling and chewing her clit with his lips.
Matt fell slowly on his back, bringing Lisa with him. Their mouths never lost contact with each other's sex. He felt her scream around his thick, hard cock as the sensory overload proved to be too much for either sibling to handle. The vibrations from her lips and tongue triggered a totally uncontrolled release and his thick, hot crème filled her mouth as she struggled to swallow it all.
Lisa had already been seeing stars from her brother's lips and tongue...then the G-spot thing...God, he was incredible! It was just about all over for the sex-saturated coed when she felt him gnawing on her clit. *How much could a girl take?* Not much, it seemed. When her brother's hot, thick, slightly salty cum started spraying inside her mouth, her cunt started clenching and clamping and finally squirting her love juice into Matt's mouth.
They held each other so tightly, neither wanting their incestuous encounter to end. They were silent as they listened to each other's bodies...taking a last lick and a final suck before they became too sensitive to touch. When Lisa's mind came back to her body, and her breathing resembled something nearly normal, she crawled off Matt's prone torso, turned, and lay down next to him, propped up on her elbow on Margie's bed.
Matt smiled up at her when opened his eyes. "Oooh!" he exhaled. "I love you, sis."
Lisa looked at her beautiful younger brother, deep in to his eyes. She wanted to stay like this forever. "I love you too, bro," she said just before she kissed him lightly on his swollen lips. She smiled at him and shook her head. "Completely and forever, Matty...I know you know that, right?"
"Of course, love," he smiled at her.
"You really don't have to prove anything, little brother..." Lisa reached back with her free hand to pull Margie next to them. The beautiful Asian lay down on the other side of their Master and she and Lisa kissed deeply. "We're gonna see those big, beautiful black men several times a week," she said. "You'll kill all of us if you react this way every time, baby." They all looked at each other for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Margie put on the cutest, sexiest little pouty face she could manage. "Master*," she said with a silly Chinese accent, "if you feel compelled to prove it to *me* like that...I wouldn't mind." She paused and looked at them with a very wicked smile. "Maybe...sometime during *Parent's Weekend!"
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*Dear Faithful Readers - Let's start the New Year with a many parts story of love and adventure in the great Northwest. Follow Mickey and his women friends as they discover hard work and hard play!
Don't Use Jargon - Part 1 - Mickey has a degree but no job*
Chapter 1 - Caitlin
I was newly graduated from the University of Oregon with a B.A. in English and had the usual young writer's problem of oscillations from brilliant self-confidence to black despair. I was also hung up on the word 'dysfunctional.' This was partly because the only professor for whom I had any admiration was a bear on jargon words, and partly because my Irish family was stereotypically dysfunctional.
There were other problems. I didn't drink, which made me an outcast from my family, all of whom knew the inside of every bar in Douglas county. I didn't have love affairs that ended badly and violently. In fact, for no reason that I could discern, girls seemed to like me, and even better, went to bed with a smile, a laugh, and a fine orgasm on the end of my oversized cock. Which was hardly a problem except that I feared romance would lead me to marriage and the end of my career before I ever really learned to write.
This morning, however, there was no time for mooning over the story line for a saleable book. Sheila called while I was still in bed to report that Caitlin had disappeared again. Of the four McCullough kids, we were the youngest, and the only ones that did not fight continuously. My mother had until recently been a good Catholic, and therefore popped out babies in accordance with God's will and a lack of birth control. Caitlin had been the fourth, and the cause of Sheila's decision to quietly instruct her doctor to make damn sure the tubes were tied and no record made of the procedure.
"Mickey, I don't know what caused it this time. She gets these ideas in her head, doesn't say boo, and disappears in that rattletrap Celica."
"Mom, you are not to worry. It will bring on a migraine and you will be lying in bed in the dark for days. Let me chase after her."
My mother's family, the McIntires, passed down a tendency to migraine in the female line. She had been to the university medical clinic in Eugene several times for treatment and went home with little more than painkillers and instructions to avoid stress and a list of suspect foods.
Sheila confined to her bedroom with the shades drawn was very bad for the McCullough family. My father, Conor, a logger like his father and grandfather, was working harder for less as cutting in the Oregon forests inched toward the last of the virgin trees. My older brother Luke drove a second truck when there were trees to haul, but was working at a state highway maintenance facility on second shift to make ends meet. His girlfriend Patti was the assistant manager at a tire store and grumpy because they couldn't afford to marry and start a family.
Sheila was the glue that held us all together. The Mom with a hug and a smile. But Conor's drinking was getting worse. If Luke was around to share the whisky bottle, and the two of them got their women to drinking, the results were usually bad.
Caitlin hated all this with a passion. She hated being very smart in a family where IQ had been handed out sparingly. She hated being half the size of her dad. When she got so mad and unhappy she couldn't stand it, she would get in the broken down car and drive an hour to my attic room at school and camp there, waiting to pounce when I returned from class.
We had a deal that, for one hour only, she had free rein to physically attack me. Fortunately for my body, she usually ran down before the hour was up, and curled herself in my arms for a good cry. After that, she would attack my lips with hers and pull my hair as viciously as she could, exclaiming, "Mickey, what am I going to do? What am I going to do?"
I would take her to one of the hole in the wall restaurants that flourished in Eugene and gently attempt to convince my incredibly smart younger sister that life was not all bad. This was a losing battle, because Caitlin's list of McCullough family transgressions was very long and ever lengthening.
What my mother didn't know was that by the time she missed Caitlin, usually at night, the teenager was already in my bed. At this very moment, she was freshly showered and powdered and snuggled to my side, holding our shared cup of coffee.
My conscience clear, I lied like a fish to protect my sister. The thanks I got was to have my manhood stroked tenderly until I found an excuse to hang up on Mom, and return the attack. Caitlin had been trying to have sex with me since she was sixteen. This scared the bejesus out of me, and resulted in a recital, accompanied by hard swats to her rear, of the several ways we could receive jail terms for unlawful intercourse. For the past year or so, that argument had failed, because I was twentyne and she was nineteen. But I was still holding her off. Something told me that if you crossed the bridge of familial sex, there wasn't any way back.
"Mom, you are not to worry about Caitlin. She is a tough little tramp and I will track her down and maybe get that car fixed up. I'll call you tonight, or sooner if I find her."
Caitlin was frenching me as hard as she could, her knee in my crotch.
"God, Mickey, I wish I could lie as well as you do. She doesn't suspect a thing."
One part I liked about these visits was the wrestling. Caitlin was small, compact and knew how to use her muscles to advantage. It always ended with her getting off on some part of my anatomy, crying out, "Cock, Mickey, I need your beautiful cock."
Sometimes she took me in her mouth, and sometimes in a towel. Sleep quickly overtook our sated bodies and held the world at bay for a few hours. Until we sat like this, sipping from a single cup of coffee, and staring at each other.
"Mickey, I have to do something with myself, and I'm not working at Burger King."
I switched her around so she could lie on my chest while I worried her chest.
"Playing with my tits isn't bringing in any money."
I let that hang out there, my hand resting on her breast and my teeth nibbling the back of her neck.
Finally, she turned over and whispered, "We have to go away somewhere. Somewhere secret. Somewhere I can have a job and you can write."
I was done with school and had to be out of my attic space by the end of the week. We got dressed and I worked on packing while Caitlin explored online job ads.
Suddenly, she shouted, "This is perfect! Come look."
A junior college in Yakima was advertising for summer help. An English instructor and an administrative assistant to help with student paperwork.
My intense sister was a dynamo of action. "There is an email drop and a phone number. We will send them resumes and then phone and say we are driving up for an interview tomorrow."
She jumped into my arms and hummed happily, showering me with kisses. "We will save up and after summer session I will find something better to do, and you will write in our cabin in the woods."
"What are we going to do about Mom and Dad? They will have a fit."
"You are the only college graduate. The fair haired son who can do no wrong. After we are offered jobs tomorrow, you will call Sheila and explain the situation."
I wondered what explanation that was, but put my arms on her shoulders and asked, "You are sure this is what you want? No more going home?"
"No more going home, Mickey. That's over. You keep telling me things aren't so bad. Well, we are going to go find out!"
Chapter 2 - Emily's Place
To my amazement, Caitlin's scheme played out exactly as she predicted. After the interviews were confirmed, the Celica was filled to overflowing and chugged out of town. I decided the route on highway 97 was the best bet for surviving the trip. The muffler had a new hole, so we announced ourselves along the way. The Columbia River crossing at Biggs Junction cemented the end of the Oregon memories we were leaving behind.
Caitlin kissed me in the middle of the bridge and said, "Goodbye old life, hello new life." Her eyes were shining and I realized that whatever else was happening, my sister was finally liberated from a miserable existence in a nearly dead logging town.
After a forgettable night in a cheap motel, we showed up at the college for our ten o'clock interview, which was with Edith Albright, the chair of the English department. She was fiftyish, neat and organized.
"You have come quite a distance for a personal interview. That's unusual. Why do you want this job?"
I was direct. "I would like to make a living with my writing. This sounds like a good way to have some income while I sort that out. I was a TA for several terms at school and enjoyed it."
She turned to Caitlin, "And you, Ms. McCullough?"
"I am Mickey's kid sister and he looks after me, even though I'm nineteen now. There is no work at home, and when I saw the two postings, I told him we should come here to convince you to hire us."
She had a winning smile and I wondered how far it would take us.
Edith smiled back and asked more questions about our resumes and whether there were any law enforcement problems. "Thank you. The interviews end today and I will call tomorrow by noon."
That was it. In and out in thirty minutes. We retreated to Starbucks and checked our email. I asked Caitlin, "What do you think?"
"She's nice. I think we have a chance. That honors degree helps. How come you learned to study someplace?"
"It was all those beatings, sis. Where are we staying tonight?"
"I've been looking at the college housing lists and have some phone numbers. Since the summer session starts next Monday, you are going to be busy preparing. I guess I will be too. We better find something today."
The first call turned out to be a summer sublet for a unit in a student housing block. Sounded grim. The second call turned out to be a faculty retiree with a guesthouse. We hurried out to take a look. Caitlin elbowed me. It was the place of her dreams. Nestled in a grove of pine trees away from the main house.
Emily Nordhouse, the widowed owner, was sweet and said we could have it today with a check for the first month's rent that she would not cash until next week. I explained that the jobs were still up in the air, and she smiled. "Edith is a friend of mine. I will call."
Another very stiff elbow from Caitlin. I said, "I guess I know where I'm getting my orders from. What about the car? It has to go."
"Buy me some lunch and I will check craigslist."
Her good fortune continued. A down on his luck dealer was closing out the lot and wanted to move everything. There was a five year old Toyota pickup in forest green with almost a hundred thousand miles on it. Caitlin whispered that Toyotas run forever and we should take it.
I said to the dealer, "We might both have jobs tomorrow. Today, we don't have money and you won't find a credit rating."
I was getting used to the smiles in this farming town. "Clean out that wreck and come back in the morning with a note saying you have the job and I'll take it for a downpayment."
We emptied our wallets for some groceries and went back to Emily's place. She came out with the key to our little house, "I can't say a thing, but you should relax and think about teaching on Tuesday."
Caitlin pushed me down on the squeaky bed and sat on my chest. "See. I knew this was the right thing to do."
I pulled her down for a kiss and a tickle. "You always cry after beating me."
She squirmed and pulled my hair. "No more crying. I will clean up and work on dinner. You go see Emily and offer to do some chores. She is all by herself now."
Emily was pleased to have the offer. "Mickey, that is very kind of you. I am down to my last few sticks of firewood. There are dry rounds in the back. After that long drive, you could probably use the exercise. Split some for your stove too."
By five o'clock, Emily's woodbox was nearly full, and ours was getting there. When I wandered in from the shower, Cait pressed a drink in my hand. "It will help your sore muscles."
"I don't drink."
"This is your new life, Mickey. There is fresh lime juice in that and moderate alcohol is good for your health."
I stared at her and took a big swallow. "You are corrupting me."
"Have more and think about teaching. Sit on the porch. Dinner is almost ready."
In a few minutes, she came out and folded into my lap. "Are you happy?"
"Very. Are you pleased to be several hundred miles away from home?"
"Very. I suppose we have to call Mom. She will wonder what happened to last night's call."
"Before or after dinner?"
"Let's get it over with. Here's my cell."
Sheila answered on the first ring. "Where are you? Why didn't you call?"
"I was too busy tracking Caitlin down to call. I have her in custody, and she is behaving."
"When are you coming home? I'm putting her over my knee."
The hand between my legs squeezed. I licked her ear.
"I don't think that is possible at the moment. We have decided to get summer jobs together. I think it will be good for her to spend some time away from home, and to have income of her own."
"Where on earth are you going to find two jobs close together? Aren't you trying to be a writer?"
"I need to make some money myself. Writing may have to wait. As soon as we find work, I will call."
"Mickey, I miss you. It's not the same when you are gone. Conor and Luke are raising hell all the time."
"Mom, Conor has to decide whether chasing a dying business is what he wants to do. I know it is tough at forty-six to give up your independence as a hauler, but times are changing and the trees don't support people the way they used to."
"Damn, at least I've got one child who is intelligent. You take care of yourself and that smart aleck of a girl, and call me even if you don't have news." Click.
Smart aleck was crying. "She doesn't understand, does she?"
"She never will. Maybe when you find the right guy, and have a house and babies and a decent income, she will recognize what a great person and daughter you are."
She dragged me to the kitchen, swearing a blue streak. "Mickey, in the new life, we don't call home all the time."
Caitlin had a grim look on her face. "I'm not having anything to do with her until I am independent and on my own."
After a few bites of dinner, I said, "Remember Shakespeare? 'The quality of mercy is not strained.' She is an unhappy woman and strikes out at you without thinking. Show her as much love as you can, and ignore the insults."
The dark eyes weren't teary anymore. "You will help me with that? It's hard, you know."
I pressed her hand across the table. "We are a team. We need each other right now."
Trying to read course materials after dinner was a failure. Cait poked me and said, "Bed for you." I never felt her climb in.
We'd driven almost due north to Yakima and the June sun was earlier than Eugene and very bright. When I turned over, her eyes were open and staring at me.
"What?"
"I want you."
"You know I am not available. There are going to be lots of young guys here. I bet you meet some today. Smart, sexy and richer than your brother, the starving writer."
"Asshole." She climbed out of bed and wiggled her rear at me as she walked to the bathroom.
I was on the porch working on cereal and coffee when she came to my side and said, "I'm sorry. That conversation last night meant finding my own guy, didn't it? That's part of being independent?"
"Yes. You are a very attractive young woman who needs to expand her horizons." I tickled her ribs and asked, "Are you on birth control?"
She slapped my head, "Damn, Mickey, you've got me in somebody's bed already."
We emptied and cleaned the ancient sedan, waiting for the call that would launch us into a summer career in Yakima. It wasn't even nine when Edith was on my phone, saying she was pleased to offer both of us the jobs we had applied for, and could we come to the office immediately.
Cait was still giving me dirty looks as we drove to work. "Just trying to pimp me out..."
"You will have to stand at your desk after I finish with your bottom."
I liked the pushback. She really was a new woman. About to report to her first real job. Giving big brother a hard time. I grabbed her hand and kissed fingertips.
"Stop that. I am supposed to be mad at you." She leaned over the console and tried to kiss my cheek. I noticed and twisted my head to catch her lips with mine. She pulled back, laughing, "You are going to crash us."
Chapter 3 - Margo
Edith was waiting with paperwork. "Mickey, you are in office 221 upstairs. Caitlin, I will take you to the admin office. Fill out these forms and take them to Personnel any time this morning."
After dealing with the forms, I was digging into the course syllabus when the door opened and a blond head followed by a tall female body entered.
"Hi, you must be Mickey McCullough. I am your officemate, Margo Halstrom. We are both teaching sections of the summer English course."
I stood up and found myself in a hug. "I hope you like hugs. In my family that is how we say hello."
I wrapped my arms and squeezed. "I believe in hugs too, especially when they are delivered by tall blond strangers with incredible bodies."
After sorting the office arrangements for a few minutes, she said, "Let's go find a latte and talk."
The student center had a coffee place and a sunny patio. She began, "Edith tells me you just finished Eugene in English."
"Yes, which means I couldn't be greener about teaching."
She laughed and tossed her long hair. "Relax. This is my second year and I am your source for pedagogy, keeping discipline, handing out grades, and other necessaries."
I smiled and asked, "What about my novel? I need a story line and a good start."
"Ask me out and we can talk about that too. I'm almost over thinking I can write the next great American novel myself."
"With your looks, there have to be guys hovering nearby."
"I could say the same about you. Except you don't look like a gay."
"I think you need to come to dinner tonight. My sister is with me and is a terrific cook. She also makes a mean margarita and can give you a candid opinion on how gay I am."
"Edith tells me you are staying in Emily Nordhouse's guesthouse. You know who she is, don't you?"
"I know she is very nice to penniless teachers."
"Edith is the coach and Emily is the trainer for women's athletics at this college. Their girls win all sorts of medals. I played soccer at UW and am the assistant coach and assistant trainer." She had an infectious smile.
"You are on a long leash?"
"Yes. If you really mean that invitation for dinner, I'll tell you stories."
At that moment, Caitlin poked her head in. "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm Mickey's sister."
"Hi, I'm Margo, and teaching the other section of English with him. He has asked me to dinner without consulting you."
There was an instant hug and giggle. "He's like that. We specialize in embarrassing moments. Dinner sounds wonderful. Should we do barbeque? You are not vegan, are you?"
After a few moments of conversation, Cait extracted me for a visit with the car dealer, saying she had an employment note to give him. She also showed me a check for $2,000, which was an advance on salary.
I was driving, and hoping the clunker made the mile to the dealer's lot. Caitlin gave me a sideways look and said, "She's awfully pretty. Have you asked her out yet?"
"She asked me, and please see if you can let your brother have a pleasant first date."
"I may have to pretend to be the totally bratty teenage sister."
"You keep risking having your naked bum over my knee."
At the car dealer, I signed my life away, and became the owner of a deep green Toyota Tacoma pickup. I hugged Caitlin and told her to drive. The sparkling look in her smiling eyes told me the newly independent existence was agreeing with her. We did a grocery run, gathered our stuff at the college, and headed to Emily's.
After everything was hauled to the kitchen, Caitlin pushed me out the door, saying, "Find Emily, and ask about more chores. We need the good will."
I found our landlady on her front porch swing, dozing lightly with a sweet smile on her face. My noise on the steps awakened her, and she said, "Mickey, that was nice of you to fix my wood yesterday when you had so much on your mind. Did Edith give you a job? Come and sit with me."
She took my hand with hers and gently swung us to and fro.
"Emily, we got the jobs, and we got a new used car just before that rattletrap died. I'm here to see about more chores. Margo is coming to dinner and says there are wild stories about the three of you and women's athletics."
"That girl! She is super smart, and you should see her with the teams. She teases them, she cusses them, she threatens failing grades. After they achieve the impossible, she showers them with hugs and kisses."
Emily looked at me for a moment. "If you don't happen to have a girlfriend, she needs a man in her life. There was a guy in Seattle, they were almost married, and it all blew up when he told her she couldn't have a career of her own and needed to concentrate on making babies. She cried on my shoulder and said she wasn't sure whether she was madder at him for being an obnoxious male chauvinist, or at herself for falling in love without ever getting signals straight."
"Sounds complicated. Can I ask her to a dance and just feel our way along?"
I bent down and brought her legs across my lap, working the muscled flesh and slipping her shoes off to liberate feet and toes.
She sighed and said, "If you do this for Margo, you will have a friend for life. She is very susceptible to muscle cramps." Her voice fell to a whisper, "If you are very gentle, she won't notice your hands creeping above her knees."
"Emily, you must need some male attention in your life. Your husband's passing shouldn't leave you high and dry."
Before she could respond, we saw Caitlin advancing across the lawn, measuring cup in hand.
"I need another cup of flour for the crust for the dessert tart. I told him to ask for more chores and you seem to be taking him up on the offer."
"Does he work on your muscles too?"
"Yes. We have terrible fights when I am being bad, and then after I cry, he fixes me."
"Have you...?"
"No. He says we are brother and sister, not lovers. Any chance I could find a decent boyfriend around here?"
"Tomorrow is Saturday, and if you do not have to go into work, come and have coffee with me and we will discuss your requirements for male companionship." Laughter followed them to the kitchen.
While they were in search of the flour, I closed my eyes and chuckled at Caitlin receiving tutoring from Emily about finding a man.
When we got back to the guesthouse, I received a hard punch in the arm and a frown.
"Don't frown at me. You are the one who said, 'New places, new faces.' "
"I'm jealous. I turn my back for one second and you are romancing a Scandinavian bombshell."
At that moment, Margo drove up and dashed in with the rhubarb and strawberries for the tart. The two of them went to work like best buddies. My own sister scheming to put me down. She is going to suffer. I went out back to clean up the patio table and chairs.
I had hardly finished when two bodies showed up with a pitcher of margaritas and kisses for me.
With an arm around each of them, I said, "You two are already ganging up on me."
They both giggled and Caitlin said, "Time to work on the meat. We get to relax. The salad and dessert are done."
I started the barbeque and took a quick shower before putting on the thick chops. There was low voiced but intense conversation going on between them.
A realization seized me. There were four women - Edith, Emily, Margo and Caitlin - who were giving me orders. A sudden thought occurred; while they were busy being devious, I could turn the tables and flirt with them. Maybe more than flirt. Pretend I was overcome with longing for older femme fatales. Offer to be a trainer for the women's teams.
Dinner was laid back. Margo had brought an excellent bottle of Washington state Pinot Noir and I was going through it, trying to avoid their eyes full of conspiracy.
Margo had the nicest voice, soft and sibilant, describing growing up in eastern Washington among the apple groves and the beginnings of the wine industry. Cait and I felt like she was weaving a spell over us, a soft cocoon that went with the gathering dusk.
Holding a handful of blond hair, I whispered in Margo's ear that she was special and we appreciated the warm welcome. She reached up and drew my head down for a soft kiss. I rose and told them to stay where they were while I took the kitchen duty.
Chapter 4 - Cait Gets Her Wish
I suppose I should have been surprised when I found the two of them in bed together, but I wasn't. The smiles were wide. "Margo thinks she shouldn't drive after such a nice meal. I invited her to stay over."
I shrugged and said, "Great, I'll just take the sofa..."
"No, you won't," they said together. The smiles were wider. They moved apart and pointed to the middle. The sheet was high on their bodies and I suspected I was in for nude encounter.
"I suppose I don't need pajamas?"
"Not permitted. Lose the clothes, turn out the light and get in here."
While I was doing the kitchen, they were doing themselves in the shower. I was hardly in the bed before I was buried in fragrant female arms and legs and lips and pinching fingers.
"Is there a reason for this?"
"We don't have boyfriends at the moment, and you will have to substitute."
They both found a convenient leg for a rubbing post, so my hand fell naturally to their muscled behinds. I pressed down and they made little happy noises. Margo said, "Mickey, you and I are going to have fun teaching together this summer. And doing other things."
The kiss was long and wet and passionate. Caitlin had a tight grip on my cock, squeezing and pulling to and fro.
"Mickey, I had a long talk with Margo about my sex needs. She says it would be unfair and cruel to send me out to find just any old male to take my virtue."
She whispered, "My precious virtue."
Margo's fingers wrapped around me too, adding more pressure. Her tongue was back, searching for mine. "Mickey, you do follow directions, don't you?"
They were ganging up on me. It was obvious I was supposed to have sex with two new pussies. My devious sister had recruited horny Margo in the quest for my cock. I was losing this fight. If I didn't get busy, my equipment was going to be tortured.
"This is what the two of you have been scheming about? Wear down my resistance to family sex and get my cock in Caitlin? Aren't you ashamed?"
Margo was big and strong and drew me on top. "Directions, Mickey. Follow directions and put that big thing in me. Right now."
She didn't have to ask twice. I hadn't had sex in several weeks and her welcoming thighs were a delight to settle between. I discovered directions meant she had a firm grip on my cock and was directing him home. Home, home, home.
"Oh fuck. I'll follow your directions any time, Margo." She bucked up and laughed. "You feel terrific in there, Mickey. I need this. Cait, your brother is just fine. I can't believe I get to teach with him, and fuck too. What a blast!" She howled and shook and twisted, and suddenly threw me out.
"That's enough for now. Your sister needs attention. Give her a sweet kiss and ask how she wants you to do her."
Sister was on her back, eyeing my dripping shaft. I could sense a little hesitation now that the moment was upon her. "Hey, we can take this real easy. We don't even have to do it this minute."
She closed her eyes and reached for me. "Hurry up and get this over."
I slipped an inch into the athletic pussy and waited a moment. "Yes! Finish me!"
If there was a barrier, I didn't feel it. Instead, I found another warm cunt happy to have me. I bottomed with a satisfied grunt. Margo slapped my ass as hard as she could.
"Caitlin," she shouted, "you are fucked! A very fine fucker has all of him in you."
She gave a tentative thrust upward, and I drove her back down. "More." Her eyes opened and she smiled brilliantly. "Margo! It's just like you said. He belongs in there."
Her eyes shifted back, "Fuck me, Mickey. Fuck me."
I started a steady rhythm and looked at Margo, who was lying on her side, watching and laughing, almost giggling. Her hand reached out and slapped me again. "This is fun, Mickey. I've never been real close to live sex before."
Cait was tensing up and I realized my little sister was going to come on my cock. If she was, I was. Margo would have to be satisfied with leftovers. Cait humped at me and froze with a scream stifled on her lips.
Margo wasn't giving me any time off, and had me back where she wanted me in moments.
"Big fucker. You'd better have some left for me." Her laugh was infectious and sent Cait and me off too. Talk about happy sex. She got on top and bounced. The high Nordic breasts were to die for. I lunged at them and captured a nipple firmly in my teeth, then rocked forward and drove the strong body deep into the mattress. She tried to get away, but I was finally in charge. Every move got another thrust that pounded our pubic bones together.
"Cait! He is destroying me!"
All that meant was Margo losing it in a tremendous top to bottom climax that went with a horrendous scream.
I climbed off and grabbed the phone. When Emily answered, I said, "Sorry if you heard screams from over here, they both attacked me. I am standing next to the bed and they are smiling at me, so it couldn't have been all bad."
She laughed, and said, "Mickey if you are going to behave like that, the landlady requires that you come over with a treatment for her!"
"Why not now? Come over and see if there is anything left."
"Yes."
The schemers were in hysterics. "You didn't! Is she coming? We have to get cleaned up!"
I scowled at them. "You sluts are staying right there. You started this, and will suffer Emily's inspection."
I was still staring down at the lascivious bodies with their flushed cheeks and rosy chests when a pair of arms went around me. "You terrible stud. Doing them and inviting me over to see."
I pulled her in front and slipped the bathrobe off. There was luscious naked Emily beneath. She turned and frenched me as hard as she could, her hand searching to find a cock.
She whispered in my ear, "I've been wanting you since that conversation this afternoon. I'm horny as a backyard cat. Don't wait. Take me now."
The cock was hard and the pussy was wet. She howled with glee, on her back between the two others.
My cock could tell no one had been there in a while, but the muscles were strong and I wormed my way inside with short thrusts and words of encouragement. "Emily, I already said you needed this. What a great cunt you have. I never thought it would be me to have the pleasure of your loving. Is this some kind of plot?"
She giggled and froze and came, just like that, with a shout and a smile. "My god, Mickey, don't stop. Please don't stop."
Two orgasms later, she pushed me off and climbed into the arms of Margo and Caitlin, laughing and crying.
Margo frowned at me, "Take your shower, alpha one, and leave us to clean up. You can fix tea and find the brandy at Emily's."
We sat on the patio in the dark, sipping tea and recovering from our little orgy. I wouldn't admit it to them, but I was all fucked out. Wondered where the energy and the juice came from to take care of Emily.
Margo said, "We love you. That was the best sex we have had. But you are not to get arrogant and conceited."
I rose and said, "Come on, we can change the bed and have a cuddle."
Caitlin punched my butt. "We already did that. You have good instincts. Emily agrees with Margo."
"Agrees what?"
"That it was better for you to be my first. It didn't hurt. God, when I locked up like that, I didn't even know what was happening." Her elbow caught me sharply. I wondered if she was going to let that be our first and last time.
Four in the queen was a stretch, but everyone was asleep before we stopped wiggling.
I discovered I was alone in the bed, in bright sunlight, with voices coming from the kitchen. I used the bathroom and wandered in. "Well?"
They frowned and then broke into giggles, handing me a cup of coffee.
Emily walked into my arms with a hot kiss. "Mickey, that was a first for all of us. In more ways than one. Do you suppose you can possibly keep quiet the fact you had three women at the same time, in the same bed?"
I pulled them all into a giant hug, "You mean what happens in the guesthouse, stays in the guesthouse?"
They groaned. "Oh, he is so bad..."
There was an interval of kissing, biting, nipping and hair pulling.
"I didn't deserve that fine loving last night, but I am keeping it a deep, dark secret. Are we ever going to play that record again?"
Breakfast was accompanied by heavy lidded looks and giggles. Finally, I said, "We need a plan for more than sex and giggles today. I can see there is lots of yardwork, but what about a picnic over lunch?"
Emily had wandered in from a trip to her house and said, "I heard that. It's a fine idea. We can go to my mother's family ranch, which is a half hour away, south of Ellensburg."
We went in the new used pickup, which had four doors and a decent back seat. Margo insisted I occupy the back with her. She told the front seat that the two of us had important course instruction matters to discuss. I discovered this involved my hands under her tee shirt, unhooking the bra and massaging the fabulous breasts.
"Yes, keep that up. Have you taught college English before?"
I pinched her nipples and nuzzled her neck. She squirmed and said, "Oh shit, I'm coming."
Caitlin smirked and said, "Emily, those two are going to mix sex and English instruction. We better sign up!"
I smashed Margo down in my lap and closed my eyes.
She pulled my hair and said, "Has it penetrated your thick skull that I've got the hots for you?"
"You are a dangerous woman whose body is destroying my self-control."
"I hope so. I need a man who gives as good as he gets. My last boyfriend turned into a total loser. I took him to bed and the next thing I knew, he was talking babies and living in the woods somewhere off the grid."
My hands were playing games with her delectable flesh and making her twitch. "You are not an off the grid girl?"
"I am a work hard, play hard girl who requires creature comforts at the end of the day."
She turned into me with a little sigh and we were still kissing when Caitlin followed Emily's directions to a dirt lane leading to a family compound with a barn, a corral and several houses.
Margo whispered in my ear. "I've been here before. Be respectful. They really know what they are doing. Grapes make fantastic wine. Apples, apricots and cherries sell out every year."
Two large male Nordhouses came out to greet us. The women got bear hugs. I got a demon handshake.
"Emily, I suppose you brought your friends to lie around and watch us work?"
"Rolf, you are my younger brother and will behave. These are nice people from the college. We are going to have lunch under the trees, and help harvest whatever is ripe."
At four o'clock, with the shadows lengthening and our backs aching, Caitlin was by my side, "Notice how work gets done here without bitching?"
"Strange, isn't it? Maybe the drunken Irish should clean up their act?"
Her elbow was sharp. "You are not drunk and you are mine!" Her lips were hot and Margo was at our side in an instant. "Not in public!" she hissed, and laughed loudly. "Emily, our plan worked!"
The four of us were treated to a farm worker supper, with generous amounts of wine. Caitlin pinched my ear, gulped fresh applejuice, and said she was the designated driver.
It was dark when we got back. I took Emily into my arms, "Is this one with us tonight?"
Margo scoffed, "Not the landlady again?" Her hand was searching inside Emily's blouse as we walked into the house. On the bed, there was an epidemic of kissing and wrestling. Emily lay back and said, "Mickey, if you will build it, I will pay for a hot tub."
Caitlin cheered. "Oh, we have the nicest landlady, don't let her go anywhere."
Margo dropped the last of her clothes on the floor and smiled at us, her gorgeous body with its blond hair at top and bottom shining in the moonlight. "Four tired, dirty bodies are going to the shower first."
Snuggled together, I tried to talk to Margo about the course, but there was no Margo listening, nor the others.
Caitlin punched me awake. "Get up. The women have been busy for an hour. You can't just lie there!"
I had her under me in a second, my hips driving into hers, well covered by shorts.
"Help! He is attacking me!"
Her tough body flipped us over and she covered my lips with hers for a long time. Over her shoulder, I could see Margo and Emily smiling in the doorway.
"Hmmm. Maybe I don't mind your attacks."
I stood bare assed in the middle of the room, hard as a rock. Three women with clothes on laughed at me. "Look, he is ready to go again. Doesn't know this is a work day, not a play day."
At breakfast, I apologized to Margo. "I'm sorry for all the horsing around when we should be organizing the course. Can we hide someplace and work?"
She sat in my lap and laughed. "If we go in the trees out there, you will just attack me." Her lips were wet and warm and devastating. "Mickey, this is hard. I'm all stirred up."
My tongue fought with hers. "Remind me I like stirred up women."
The other two were there, giggling and poking us. "We made the bed. Go in there and be responsible teachers for a change. We are doing chores at Emily's house."
Chapter 5 - Things Get Serious With Margo
I worked on Margo's bare feet and toes while she filled me in on students who took summer English.
"It is a mixed lot. Minority kids who have flunked English during the regular school year. Bright kids looking for A level credits to help them transfer to a four year campus. Lots of in between."
"Edith said there might be thirty in my class. That means I stretch myself to try a personalized learning approach to each one?"
She was lying on top, whispering. "Yes, each student requires you to interact meaningfully. Like you do with me."
Damn, those lips again. "How many will be female and approachable?"
The knee in my crotch was sudden and hard. "You are not hitting on any students. It will get you fired. And punished by me."
I closed my eyes. She sure felt nice up there. "Margo, we are being foolish."
"Yes. It's nice. You are tough and great in bed and I've fallen in love."
"Caitlin whispered in my ear that you were the right girl for me."
"Your sister is special. She says she isn't even a little bit guilty about you being her first."
"If you were me, would you feel bad about doing your little sister? Your feisty, smart sister who has had a tough life in a drunken Irish family?"
"Mickey, you are a wonderful worrier. But I am here in your arms, you have a job, you have a sexy landlady, and your sister is all smiles. I think you should relax."
We were wiggling around on each other, kissing and licking. She was right. Life could be worse than this. A lot worse.
I sat up and dragged her into my lap.
"How am I going to be your partner when you are always one jump ahead?"
She smashed me down flat and said, "Repeat after me. 'Margo is my girl and things will work out.' "
"Margo is my girl and things will work out."
Now she was standing by the bed, pulling me up. "I have an idea. You and I will multitask. We are taking your new pickup and going shopping for the hot tub. We will talk about summer English students as we go."
We walked outside and I hoisted her to my shoulders, the dress falling to both sides. "Put me down, you devil."
I marched us over to Emily's and called for them to come out. "This one is kidnapping me on a hot tub search. We will be back for lunch."
Margo's crotch was warming the back of my neck, which we both knew. As I walked to the truck, she said, "You are going to smell of me."
I opened the passenger door and eased her in.
As we drove out to the highway, I asked, "If one of the salespersons smells you on me, what will they think?"
She giggled and covered her eyes. "Oh god, Mickey, they are going to think your mouth has been on me."
"And?"
"I should beat you. They are going to think we need a hot tub so we can have wild sex under the full moon."
"Exactly. Now kiss me and smile."
She was still giggling when we arrived at the first pool and spa place. Acres of not very attractive plastic. A saleswoman approached, smiling, "How can I help you this morning?"
Margo put on a sexy voice and said, "He promised me a hot tub for an engagement present."
I tried to keep a straight face as the woman explained features and prices. It seemed the price depended a lot on how many jets and other fancy features you wanted.
"My girl and I have a place in the trees on the edge of town and want something simple that blends into the woods. Do you have any old fashioned wood tubs?"
"There is not much demand for those, but come along to the back and I will show you what we have."
There it was. Beautiful redwood and just right for four people. Plumbing connections at the side and bottom.
"There is no heater supplied but we can sell you one separately. Needs its own pad and electrical cable."
Ten minutes later, Margo's hand was around my neck and her lips pressed to mine. "Mickey," she breathed, "we are going to have the greatest time in that tub. Thank you so much." Her tongue promised many delights in the tub under Emily's pine trees.
"I suppose if we are engaged, my privileges with the others are cut off?"
"If you get that hooked up by next weekend, you can have all the privileges you want."
We both knew Emily and Caitlin were not about to give me up, but it was fun pretending. I wondered if the pretend engagement would turn into a real one.
Emily was delighted and called the spa store with her credit card information instantly. After she hung up, I was pressed down in the sofa with her warm body on top. "If you are still willing to install the tub, I know an electrician who will do the wiring and keep you from being electrocuted." Her lips were teasing and her bottom wiggled on me.
"Emily, you are making me all hard again. This has to stop." My fingers slipped in the opening of her blouse and found a firm boob to massage.
Margo and Cait arrived. "Look at this. She's flirting again."
"I am. He is strong, sexy, and does hot tub installations."
After a wonderful lunch, I was taken to the site for the hot tub, and a printout of web instructions for building a pad for the tub thrust into my hands. I protested, "Don't I need to prepare for the first day of class tomorrow?"
Cait said, "Don't be a wimp, all that tree duff has to be cleared down to firm soil. We are going to the lumber supply for concrete and piers, and plumbing parts. I have the list from the hot tub place with me."
Four hours later, six precast piers were sitting in eighteen inches of fresh posthole concrete. Strings with little bubble levels on them showed everything was the same elevation. My back hurt like crazy. The women were smiling and hosing me down, right out in the open.
"Mickey, you are our hero. Margo is finishing some notes for your class, and Emily is fixing a steak dinner. Come and sit on the porch and I will bring you a tall margarita." Cait thought my slavery on behalf of the tub was noble, and funny as well. She tipped the glass to my lips and followed with a hot kiss. "You are big and strong and lovable too."
I groaned. "I didn't realize I have to work for my loving."
"You've never had such a good deal. Three different women to choose from."
I pulled her to my lap for another kiss. "You should be feeling good. Your grand plan for escape from Oregon is happening."
She whispered in my ear, "Mickey, you are the best brother a girl ever had. I never would have got here without you." She sat straight and poked me. "And you finally gave in too!"
I buried my head in her bosom and licked. She giggled and pulled my head up. "We are just trouble, aren't we?"
After a wonderful dinner, Emily applied more kisses and turned me over to Margo, saying that she would worry about the rest of the hot tub details so I could pay attention to teaching. Margo dragged me back to our room and thrust the lesson plan for tomorrow in my hands while she went to do her teeth and get ready for bed.
"Get out of those clothes and get in here with me, it is chilly. You can fall asleep now and we will get up early for more study." When she climbed in a few minutes later, I was out.
It was barely light at 4:30, but her hands were in my hair and her teeth fastened to the back of my neck. The length of her warm body pressed alongside mine felt special.
I whispered, "What about anatomy study?"
One hand slipped to my front and squeezed hard. "You males have no capacity for waiting, do you? Get close to a woman and you are off to the races."
I growled fiercely and forced her to her knees beneath me. Now it was my teeth that were fastened. My hands that were cradling her boobs.
"I'm letting you off this time, but may attack at any moment!"
She pushed me off the bed, laughing, "Mickey, it is such fun to have a man after me again. Emily asked if we are paired up for real?"
A voice at the door asked, "Yes, Mickey, are you paired up with that blond bombshell for real?"
Caitlin didn't have a stitch on and pirouetted in front of us before leaping into Margo's arms with a squeal.
I left them playing and went to make coffee. A few minutes later, she nudged me, "Your girlfriend is hot stuff. We both came."
Her body now had clothes on, but I tickled anyway. "It is a terrible insult to my manhood to have women making out like that."
"Faker. If you didn't have to study, you would have been using that horrible cock on both of us."
I grabbed Margo's course notes and retreated to the living room. Soon a plate of scrambled eggs and a muffin appeared, delivered with a kiss. "I'm in love with you."
"Go away and let me study. I can't support a wife without a job."
I was getting ready to leave for school when Emily arrived. "Here is a note for Edith. It invites her for dinner on Sunday and says the hot tub should be working by then. "
I was feeling frisky and had her on my shoulders in a flash. "You trust me a lot, issuing invitations like that."
"Mickey, put me down. You can't be carrying the landlady around like this."
I danced and hopped and circled, finally flopping her into my arms with a hot kiss. "How did Cait and I luck out with you? When is the electrician coming?"
"If you put me down and go to work, I will call and make sure he shows today or tomorrow!"
An hour later, I was standing in front of a class of twenty-eight young people, asking them to each tell me a little bit about themselves to help me remember their names. Eric, Naomi, Pamela, Maria, Steven... It took more than a half hour, but they seemed happy and I enjoyed every minute.
Looking at the course syllabus, I said, "This is summer school English 101. We are going to be flexible because you have so many different reasons for taking the class. I have decided there must be a pop quiz to start us off on the right foot."
I looked up, waiting for the groans. No groans, just smiles. I said, "You have found me out already. By the way, since this is summer school and you actually want to be in this class, my name is Mickey. I don't answer to Mr. McCullough. The pop quiz is 250 words on what you would like to get out of the course, other than an A grade. Just put them on this desk when you are finished. I will be in the sun on the patio if you need to see me."
I was very relaxed, with my eyes closed, when a small female voice asked, "You seem very nice. Is Caitlin in the office your sister?"
I sat up and turned to her. Small body to go with small voice. Cute as could be. "Let me guess, you are taking this for advanced credits."
"Yes. I'm trying to improve my chances of getting into the University of Washington the year after next."
I dug deep and came up with her name, maybe. "You are Naomi Stevens?"
She laughed and sat up straight, "Very good, Mickey." Her laugh had a ring like a church bell.
She scrunched over closer and said, "You are not supposed to know this, but Edith is my aunt. She told me if I took the course from you, I would work very hard but have fun. Do you think that is right?"
"Fun? You are accusing me of teaching for fun?"
Caitlin and Margo appeared from nowhere with sandwiches and sat down. "Yes, he does have a lot of fun. He was an honors English major at Eugene, and can teach you a lot."
Naomi had a sandwich in her backpack, so we all munched and kept talking. She was a little intimidated by having both course instructors sitting next to her, but Caitlin said, "I'm only a year ahead of you and we will keep them from horrible teacher behavior. By the way, they are dating after only three days."
Naomi laughed and said, "Oh dear, I've been sitting here having a terrible crush and my hopes are dashed!" She waved her arms and gave Margo a kiss on each cheek.
Lunch broke up and we walked back to the office. I asked Margo, "How did your first session go?"
"Fine. There are two or three jocks with mush for brains, but I will get something out of them." She grabbed my arm, "You keep your hands off Naomi. She is smart as a whip and will probably be valedictorian."
I turned us around so I could push her against the wall, grabbing an ear in each hand so I could exercise control.
I made my voice low and male, "First, I don't hit on students, especially when they are adorable teenagers who may not even be legal. Second, if she is that smart, you have to help me fashion something meaningful for her in the course. Third, she is Edith's niece, so why don't you conspire with Emily to see if Edith will bring her to Sunday dinner."
I hadn't counted on the knee in my crotch, which had me doubled over with her hand karate chopping my neck.
Her voice was equally low, "I want a ring. A girl needs some defense from other predatory females, even the ones who don't know they are poaching."
"Ms. Halstrom, we seem to have survived our first class sessions. I recommend relaxation back at the ranch. Perhaps we can consult with the ladies there about jewelry."
She kept trying to punch me all the way to the truck. "I don't want a consultation. You are to drive me directly to McCarthy's on Main St." Her look tried to be tough but was worried around the edges. Was this latest guy actually going to give her a ring?
Sitting out front, I took her hand and kissed it. "You are not to think about money. Find one you like."
Her eyes teared up. "I'm not sure we should be doing this. I was sort of making a joke. Sort of."
"I don't think so. Let's go inside."
Ten minutes later, I had signed a complicated credit agreement and we were walking out. The ring fit perfectly the moment she tried it on. She couldn't stop looking down at it. "Oh god, Mickey, what have we done?"
I drove and Margo wiped her eyes. When we got home, Emily was in the yard with the electrician. Margo took the ring off and smiled, "Later, when Cait is here."
I changed and plunged into the digging for the underground electrical runs to serve the hot tub pump and heater. The electrician needed secure posts to mount his termination boxes and that kept me occupied until nearly five. By then, the two of us had armored waterproof cable stubbed out for the appliances, which were coming tomorrow or the next day.
I was standing under the hot water when three more bodies created a crowd. "Mickey, you are our hero. Teaching a class and doing the electrical all in one day." They soaped me and kissed me and flipped my equipment around. Toweling off, Emily said, "Mickey, I am old enough to need a proper martini on a special occasion like this. Will you do the honors?"
The roast was in the oven, so the ladies took seats on Emily's veranda, looking very nice in summer dresses. I raised my eyes at Margo, who nodded.
I raised my glass for a toast, looking around. The ring had very secretly appeared on Margo's finger and she slowly raised her glass in her left hand. I said, "To my dearly beloved Margo, who has consented to be my wife."
Only Emily and I got some gin out of the toast. Caitlin was too busy screaming and crowding around to see the ring. Then returning to pound on me. "You did it!"
Emily got up and made me sit next to Margo on the swing. We held hands and kissed. I felt sappy. Probably not for the last time in the marriage process. I whispered to Margo, "You should get Emily to be a bridesmaid."
"Yes, that is a terrific idea." The two of us stared at her until she said, "What?"
Margo said, "You are an eligible young woman and I would like you to be one of my bridesmaids."
Caitlin had another screaming fit. "Yes! Oh yes!"
I added, "What about Caitlin and Naomi? They are small enough to be flower girls."
Caitlin didn't have any screams left and collapsed in our laps. "A flower girl! Mickey, mom is going to go crazy!"
Cait and Emily made us stay in the swing until dinner was ready. Margo whispered to me, "Did we do this too fast? It's been less than a week since we met."
"You have my ring, I'm not giving you up."
"But I was having such a stupid fit about that gorgeous young girl..."
"Yes. A stupid fit. I was wondering what it would take to get a ring on you."
"Mickey! Stop being bad. We are supposed to be silly in love. At least for a day."
Cait heard us and hollered to Emily, "They have to be silly in love for a day."
As we entered the dining room, they hugged and kissed both of us. "You can be as silly as you want for as many days as you want!"
Later, we lay in bed, still smiling a lot. Cait came to the door and Margo motioned her in. "Come sit with us, flower girl."
I lifted the sheet and we had the tight body wiggling on us. "Gosh, this is really a good thing. You both needed a partner and now you have one."
After a bit of silence, "What about me? Will I find a partner?"
My always-in-charge sister was sobbing. "Mickey, what am I going to do!"
Four hands worked on her. "Sis, you made up the plan for coming here. We are still on plan. We have a new partner. A special partner. She loves both of us. No one is throwing you out of this bed..."
After a lot of kisses from both of us, she was asleep, right in the middle. Margo stuck her tongue at me and I turned out the light.
(cont'd in Part 2)
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Sorry its been a while getting round to the next chapter. for those of you have sent me feedback I say a big thank you. Marie had been getting herself deeper and deeper into the black submission scene with Michael and had been with 3 guys the night before.
Marie didn’t know how long she had slept, she wasn’t even sure where she was, then she remembered Michael had brought her here to the club, at least she thought that was where she was. Then she felt movement beside her, lifting her head she saw Sue. She was still asleep. Marie lifted her shoulders and looked at Sue; she was naked apart from her stockings which were covered in white stains. It hit her then what had happened the previous night. She had, No they had both been taken and used by those guys. She shuddered as she remembered what they had done to her, she had changed so much, and she couldn’t believe she had responded like that, really wanting it, needing them to fill her. Her hand reached down and felt her pussy, it was a little sore. What really struck her was that, despite the shower and douche she was still leaking cum. She moved her legs and then felt the soreness again but this was lower, further back, shuddering again, realising what they had done, what she had allowed them to do.
She swung her legs round and sat on the edge of the king-size bed. She looked around, eyes not focussing properly. Her clothes were in a pile on a chair in the corner. Standing carefully she walked over, her soreness more noticeable but she made it somehow. Lifting the clothes she sat on the chair. Her mind would not process everything, how she had changed so much, what she had allowed to happen and that she had actually enjoyed it, well most of it.
‘What does that make me?’ she asked her self.
“Wondering about what happened?” she heard someone say. Sue was awake.
“Yes I didn’t imagine it, did I?” Marie asked still unsure.
“It happened and you really got into it, admit it?”
“I don’t know, I really don’t know” was all that Marie could mumble
“Too late to change your mind about it now, it happened so you have to deal with it.” Her friend told her.
Marie knew Sue was right, she would have to deal with it and get her mind straight.
The door opened and Michael walked in. “Good you are both awake now” He looked a little different to Marie, more threatening in some way. She was unable to pin point how he had changed but change he had.
He looked over at her “Get your clothes on now!” he demanded. Marie looked at him and then at Sue. She was already dressing, she knew what to do.
“I said get them on now” he shouted at her.
“Yes” she said, hardly recognising her own voice. It was shaky and feeble.
“And don’t forget what I said, stockings and no under wear Ok?” He was glaring at her.
“Yes Michael I haven’t forgotten”
“Good, when you’re both dressed come and get some coffee”
Both girls said “Yes Ok”
Marie slid the stockings over her long legs. “At least the haven’t got holes or runs” she said.
“You are lucky look at mine, covered in stains and full of runs. Lucky I keep a spare pair with me. You will have to start doing the same”
“I hadn’t thought about that but I suppose you are right.” Marie replied before she realised what she was saying. Sue thought to herself ‘She’s started to accept and that takes the pressure off me.’
They finished dressing, each helping the other to get clothing adjusted so that it looked as it should. Marie glimpsed her reflection in a long mirror as they walked to the door. Her tiny black skirt, the red top, she didn’t really recognise the woman she saw.
They were back in the club Michael was sat at a table drinking coffee and smoking a cigar.
“I’ve poured your coffee, come on sit down and tell me how you are feeling.”
They sat at the table, Marie taking the coffee and taking a long drink, it was strong and black but at least it had sugar.
“Well how do you feel?” He asked looking straight at her.
“Ok, I think” was all she could reply
“Ok, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean umm, I don’t really know how I feel right now” she said shaking involuntarily
“Well the guys thought you were something else they said for your first time you’re a natural.”
“Natural?”
“Yes you took to it like a duck to water, being with more than one guy I mean.”
“Oh, I still can’t believe it happened and that you let it”
“I did tell you I was going to train you, to lead you to your destiny so to speak”
“I know, I know but …” Marie stammered
“You loved it last night, think about it, remember it, you loved it at the time.”
“It’s just that everything is happening so fast, that’s all.”
Michael thought to himself ‘She’s right, but it’s got to be fast if she had time to think I might lose her.” Smiling, he was proud of how he could control her.
“When you have finished your coffee I have a surprise for you.”
“What?”
“Well if I tell you it won’t be a surprise will it? Hurry and you’ll see”
Marie asked “What about Sue?”
“Marcus will be here to take care of her soon, so don’t worry about her”
“You go and enjoy your surprise” Sue said to her friend
Michael and Marie left the club; the sun was high in the sky. “What time is it?”
“A little after 1230”
“I didn’t realise it was that late”
“Well you had a late night didn’t you?” he said laughing.
“Mmmmm”
They walked to Michaels car and he unlocked it, He didn’t open her door this time like he had before and she realised that now he had control of her he wasn’t going to be as nice. That worried her.
They drove about 2 miles before he pulled the car in to the side.
“Here we are” he said.
Marie didn’t recognise the street but she knew the area, not one she would have normally gone to. The houses here had all been converted in to flats or apartments as the signs said.
The street itself was not what it had been when the Victorians had designed and built it. Most wanted major repairs and those that didn’t needed painting at the very least. She was wondering what they were doing here when she heard Michael say something.
“Here’s your surprise.” He handed her some keys and pointed to a blue door of a nearby house.
“What do you mean?”
“This is your surprise, since you aren’t with your husband any more you need somewhere to live.”
“What do you mean not with him any more?”
“I didn’t think you would be going back, Do you think he will want you back now?”
The thought hit her hard. She had done all those things in front of him, enjoying it and it was better sex than her and Jon had ever had. But she still had feelings for him. But Michael was right would he want her any more. ‘Just as well he wasn’t there last night’ she thought.
“Go on open the door and go on in.”
She walked up the steps and unlocked the door walking in she noticed the place had a funny smell. “What’s the smell?”
“Don’t worry it’s probably someone smoking.”
Michael thought he had smelt it before in one of those cafes in Amsterdam, the places where you could smoke the wacky baccy
She passed the remark off without further thought. Michael indicated a door on the right and said “It’s this one”
She again opened the door and walked in. The flat was not too small, she saw a living room and kitchen and two doors, obviously the bedroom and bathroom. The walls had been freshly painted and it looked clean at least.
Michael walked across the room and opened a door. Marie saw a king-size bed and above it what looked like a mirror.
“Like it? Come and see don’t be shy.”
Entering the room she looked around, apart from the bed there wasn’t much furniture, a chair and cabinet at the bedside. In the wall was a large fitted wardrobe with full length mirror doors. She stood looking around seeing herself reflected in both wardrobe and ceiling mirrors. She was getting used to seeing the mini skirt and the black stockings now and actually did a twirl in front of the mirror, smiling to herself and thinking ‘I don’t look so bad, at least I have the figure for these clothes.’
Michael came up to her and put his arms around her waist pulling her into him and grinding his hardening cock against her. He wanted this woman more than any of the others, wanted to be in her fucking her hard getting her to pleasure him. He felt her responding pushing back against him. He started kissing her neck, knowing it was a sure fire way to get her going. He felt her body tremble and heard her start to make soft noises in her throat. He knew he could get her every time, knew shed respond to his touch, his kiss, his hardness. He started to lift her skirt with his hands exposing the lace tops of her stockings and then her ass and pussy were visible, he reached down and gently started to stroke her rubbing his finger between the lips, feeling the wetness already leaking from her, he felt her clit grow as he moved around her pussy. Her skin soft, no bristles yet to annoy. As he continued her legs opened and she started biting her lips moaning louder, he had her again she was going under, under his spell soon she’d be doing anything he wanted. He pulled her top off and licked, bite and sucked her nipples, feeling them grow harder as he did, she seemed to like him biting them so he did it a little harder, she moaned even more.
“Oh yes, God yes” she shouted. “Please don’t stop Michael pleaseeee” she was almost crying in pleasure. “I’m yours” she said.
“You will do as I want now wont you?”
“Yes anything, just please don’t stop”
He pushed his finger inside her then and made her jerk; he inserted another and then started to slide them in and out. She was bucking on his hand and it wasn’t long before she screamed and he felt her cum on his hand, her juices running over his fingers and into the palm.
Marie dropped to her knees, her legs unable to support her. She reached up and unzipped him, he was naked under the trousers and she soon had his cock in her hand, stroking it up and down making him really hard. She leaned forward and was soon kissing the head, licking all around that black helmet. Slowly sucking it in to her mouth. She had lost her fear of sucking him now. She was happy to have his bulbous head in her mouth.
‘It’s twice the size of any others’ she thought to herself and sucked it again, taking a little more inside. She felt his hands slip behind her head and knew he was going to pull her on to him. She opened her mouth wider and prepared herself.
“Suck it, go on suck it like you’ve never sucked anything before. Take it whore, Suck it harder. Let me have your head, relax and let me.
Marie knew what he wanted, she felt herself relaxing her mouth and throat, trying to concentrate on him and his wonderful cock. She felt him pushing it in, she was taking more and more and soon her nose was buried in his bushy hairs. He was completely in her. Shed never done it before, she was glad she’d been able to open up this time and take it all. Just then she gagged as he started to thrust in and out. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then slid back in again, again she gagged and he pulled out, this continued until he was almost fucking her mouth and throat. She was pulling him in now, grabbing his cheeks and pulling as he thrust. He felt the seed start to rise and he was getting that wonderful feeling just prior to explosion, he quickened the pace and emptied himself in to the back of her throat. He felt her swallowing hard and starting to choke, he pulled out and looked at her. Mouth open, his juice inside, dribbling down her cheeks and chin dripping on to her chest.
Michael reached down and held his dick in his hand guiding it again towards her mouth. “You know what to do” he said looking at her eyes.
Marie quickly started to lick at the cock in front of her, cleaning it from root to head, as she did Michael could feel it hardening again, stiffing to its full length. When he thought shed done enough he said “Ok lay back and get those legs open”
Marie was very excited she lay back and opened her legs wide; she did it without even thinking. Her pussy was on fire she needed it filled, needed a cock. She thought about it and realised that it didn’t matter who the cock belonged to as long as it was big and black.
She spread herself for Michael “Oh please fuck me, fuck me hard give me your cock.”
“That’s right beg for it, you will soon be wanting cock all the time wont you?”
“Yes Michael I want cock” she heard herself saying
“What are you?”
I’m your slut” she said without thinking about the reply. She just wanted, no needed filling, she was more excited than she’d ever been.
As he spread her pussy lips with his cock he looked at her face. It was flushed, her mouth a tiny bit open, her breathing hard, her eyes almost closed. She was wriggling around thrusting her self towards him as he began to bury himself inside her.
“You’ll do anything I ask, wont you?”
She murmured “Oh yes, please don’t stop fuck me hard I want to cum I need to cum.”
“You will cum for me when I’m ready to make you cum” he told her.
“Yes but please don’t make me wait to long” she begged.
"I will fuck you as long as I want to and I don’t want you to cum too quickly”
“I will try” she said bucking her hips at him trying to get him deeper.
Michael started to slide himself in and out; she was so wet he could feel her on him. She was in hot and he was going to increase the heat and make her beg. He knew he could do it, he wasn’t being a bighead. He’d done it to several other girls. He thought ‘I’ll show her that the saying is true about once you go black’
He continued fucking her making her squirm and beg him to continue and then he fucked her as hard as he could. Taking her over the edge Marie came with a scream, she heard it but didn’t realise the noise was coming from her mouth. It sounded so strange almost animal like. Wave after wave coursed through her body it seemed to go on and on and then just as suddenly it died away as it did Michael deposited his seed deep inside her.
They both collapsed and lay there breathing hard.
To be continued. How far will Michael take this, will Marie lose her identity to him completly?
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I could not believe it. Freddie must have dissolved the Viagra in the coffee and that was why my cock had become erect on its own, why it would not go down and why I was unable to resist his advances. Freddie had duped me. At least that is what I told myself. I decided to go back down to the basement and confront him.
When I went down to the basement I went over to the sofa bed where Freddie was lying on his back with his eyes closed. Still asleep, I thought. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time just admiring his manliness, then a wonderful idea came to me. I went to my shorts and took my mobile from my pocket. I took a video of him lying there resplendent in his stockings and garter belt. I wanted some shots of his fat cock too. As I concentrated on his cock he opened his eyes, smiled that smile of his and then he spoke.
"Are you looking at my cock? You are, aren't you? Do you want to take a photograph of it? Go on then, I don't mind. You can look at the photo of my cock next time you play with your little cock."
I put my mobile down and putting my hand in the dressing gown pocket I pulled out the empty Viagra box and sachet and waved them in his face. I pretended to be cross with him.
"You are a very naughty man Freddie. You tricked me and manipulated me with this aphrodisiac. You used it to seduce me and take advantage of me. You knew I would not be able to control my sexual urges. You deliberately waited until the Viagra had taken effect before you made your move. You have taken advantage of me Freddie and ... and I want to thank you." Having said this, I lay down beside him on the sofa-bed.
It happened again. My cock just became fully erect in an instant and was screaming out for attention. My face turned crimson, my breathing quickened, my heart was thumping in my chest. I did not care that Freddie had deceived me. I wanted more cock fun.
"Oh, did my little cock sucker finish the coffee," said Freddie reaching out his hands and pulling me close to him. I offered no resistance.
"You are so naughty," was all I managed to say before he forced his tongue into my mouth again and began swirling it around. Resistance was futile. He held me tight to his body and our naked cocks touched each other. He was thick and hard again and I could not stop myself from thrusting my cock out to meet his thrusting manhood and try, in vain, to match him. He licked my lips and then he licked my face. He nibbled my neck and then he nibble my ear lobe. Then he whispered in my ear.
"Don't kid yourself that you do not want this, my little, cock lover. You know you want this, as much as I do. Just accept what you are."
His hand went down and grasped both our cocks together. He rubbed our knobs together and I yelped in pleasure. It was so much better in reality than I had imagined it would be. Freddie's precum mingled with mine and our cocks slid against each other. He was so calm and in control whereas I was lost in wonder and lust. His lips were only inches from mine as he spoke to me softly.
"Yes, my little cock sucker. You love this. I know you do. You love being cock to cock with me. You are so ripe for the plucking and I am going to turn you into my little panty boy, my very own cock sucking, cum swallowing, panty wearing, sissy. That's really what you are, isn't it? That's what you want to be?
"Yes, yes," I gasped. "Oh Freddie, you are wonderful. Oh, Oh.!
"Now get down there and lick my shiny knob and rub your soft, baby face into my leaking, cock. I have plans for you and you are going to love them all. This is what you were made for, to be a sex toy for a man, a real man that is. Show me how much you love my cock"
I did not refute a word he said. There was no fight in me. Everything he was saying was true. When my cock was hard I did want to be his panty boy, I did want to be his cocksucker, and I did want to swallow his cum. His words only turned me on, even more. He was running his fingers through my hair gently and then he stuck his long, wet tongue under my upper lip running it across my gums.
"You know I am right, don't you baby. You are my baby now. You belong in my arms, in my bed, pleasuring me, meeting all my needs. Just admit it."
"Yes, Freddie," I whispered, almost breathless. "This is what I want."
I looked into his eyes. Oh gosh he was right. I loved everything he was doing to me. He was setting me free. I had come to him, willingly. The Viagra just made it all more pleasurable. Freddie rolled over on his back and pushed me down on the sofa. As I traveled south I luxuriated in his hairy chest and rubbed my soft cheek against it, thrilling in the delight of the sensations I was experiencing. I came to his rock hard cock and luxuriated, again, in the smell and the heat that emanated from it. It was so beautiful and erect and proud.
"Enjoy yourself, sissy. Just, enjoy yourself. Make love to my cock with your sweet, soft, girly, mouth. Do it for daddy."
"Yes daddy."
The sound of his voice was my command to action and so for the second time that day, I stuck out my tongue to french his purple knob and was instantly rewarded with sweet, precum that oozed out of his cock slit. In an effort to extract more of that precious nectar, I tried to force the pointed tip of my tongue, into the slit of his cock. This brought wails of delight from Freddie. I repeated my action and followed it, tout suite, with more licking of the underside of his crown, as I lightly caressed his big, hairy, balls with my fingertips.
I ran the very tip of my index finger, ever so gently and lightly, the whole way up his shaft and back down again and then slurped his cock head into my mouth and sucked hard. Ever so gently I caressed the length of his shaft with pursed lips and wet tongue, paying particular attention to the underside of his knob with my tongue. The more I played with his cock, the hornier I became, and the more Freddie moaned and babbled. He kept telling me that I was a good little boy and how lovely and sweet my mouth was. I reveled in his praise and felt so proud of myself. My mouth was dribbling saliva and precum all over his engorged, fat cock but the flavor of his cock was divine. I continued to play with his balls and slide a fingertip along his perineum. All I could smell, all I could see, all I could taste or touch was Freddie's manhood. I was in heaven. This was where I belonged and it felt so good.
He pushed me over on my side and drove his cock in to the back of my throat causing me to gag. His cock was glistening now with my saliva and precum and the inevitable, little, threads of both, joined my nose, chin and face to his beautiful fat knob. Recovering slightly from his initial thrust into my throat, I placed my hand around his shaft and felt it pulsating and throbbing with his rampant lust. My hand did not reach the whole way round his manhood, yet I managed to get a firm grip on him and stroke him gently. He was out of control and cried out to me, to grip him tighter and rub him faster. He was going to shoot soon and I was the one making it happen. I had total control of his desire for me and took great pleasure in my manipulation of his impending, orgasm. His cock was so beautiful.
I formed a perfect O with my lips and in spite of his upward thrusting and his lustful yells, to allow him access, to my warmth and wetness, I only allowed his cock head to pass through this hole, into my waiting mouth, where my wicked tongue pounced, upon the underside of his knob, with many viper-like flicks, eliciting from Freddie, shrieks of delight, until finally, I could feel his cock expand to its maximum as he forced it into my mouth. I clamped my lips behind the ridge of his big, shiny, purple knob, gripped his shaft tightly, and sucked on him for all I was worth as he released his living seed, his precious, delicious sperm, in several forceful jets. His spurts of manly cum hit my throat, coated the sides of my mouth and filled me to such an extent, that even though I swallowed quickly, my mouth was overflowing with cock cream.
He did not have to tell me what to do next. I pulled his fat cock from my mouth and climbed back up on top of him. I brought my lips to his and he eagerly parted his to allow me to share with him, to snowball back and forth between us, his sticky seed. When he was satisfied and had swallowed what I left in his mouth, I scooted back down to suckle on what still remained, inside his deflating cock. I lay my face below it, against his thigh and placing just his purple, crown inside my mouth, I gently suckled his creamy dregs. I lay with his cock head in my mouth, savoring every last droplet and the flavor of him, until he told me to come up beside him. I have to tell you that I left my post reluctantly.
I lay down on my back and Freddie lay on his side, leaning on his elbow, his head resting on his hand again. This time he slowly massaged my chest and tummy. It was beautiful torture. The Viagra was doing its work now and my cock wanted him to palm me. Instead he played with my inner thighs and tickled my balls mercilessly. When he drew his fingertips along my perineum I had to moan.
"You like it when I tickle you down there with my fingertips don't you? Heck, you really are a hairless little boy aren't you? Your inner thighs are so white and soft, like a girl. Maybe I'll get you to shave off this blondie fuzz you have around your lovely little cock. I love the fact that you are not circumcised. What is that like?"
I was moaning as I told him how the tip of the skin was ever so sensitive and he teased it until I was almost delirious with pleasure. He gave gentle little squeezes to the edge of my foreskin by using the tip of his thumb and his forefinger to pinch it. This was pure delight for me.
"I know you like my cock so I am going to let you hold it. From now on, you will come when I call you because you are a submissive boy by nature. Now, when I give you permission you will be allowed to hold my cock in your hand. You do like having a thick cock in your soft hands, don't you baby? You are the sort of boy who likes to be told what to do and from now on you will do what daddy tells you, won't you baby?
"Yes, daddy," I gasped and I meant it.
His words were like a dream come true for me. He licked my lips several times more before continuing. I could taste his cock cream and smell it off his breath. It was heavenly. I wanted him to make me cum. I would do anything for him now and he knew it. How many times had I dreamed of lying down naked with a lusty man like Freddie, who teased my cock as he was doing and made me want to willingly submit to all his sexual wishes? When he stopped licking my lips all I could do was say his name and beg him not to stop touching me.
"Yes. Do you want daddy to talk dirty to you? Of course you do! I bet you love dirty talk. Don't deny it. You want me to tell you what a sissy little bitch you are; that is what you are isn't it? Yes it is baby. We both know how much you love my cock, don't we? You want to hold it in your soft sissy hand don't you? Why I can even taste myself from your mouth, your sweet, cock sucker's mouth."
Everything he said was true and I did not want him to stop talking to me in this manner. I had masturbated so often imagining a man talking to me like this, calling me his baby, his sissy, his cock sucker. I looked up into Freddie's eyes pleadingly.
"Please Freddie. Please can I touch it?"
"Call me daddy now pet."
"Please daddy. Please can I touch it?"
"Touch what? You have to be more specific. Tell me what you want to touch. Is it my fat cock?
"Yes," I gasped. "Please daddy."
"Then say it. Be a good little boy and say it."
"Please Freddie, I mean, please daddy, may I touch your cock?"
"Do you want to hold it through my panties or do you want to feel it with your bare hand?"
"I want to feel it throbbing in my soft hand and to have you stroke me gently, tenderly, as you whisper dirty things in my ear. I have dreamed of this. I don't mind if you lick me. I love it when you lick me. I will do anything for you, but please daddy, please, please, please, just talk dirty to me as you stroke me tenderly. I love that, Oh God, I love that so much."
Freddie picked up the panties and took them in his hand. Gently he placed them over my cock. Oh my goodness, how he teased me with his wicked tongue. I was so hard for this. He stroked me up and down as he called me names. He licked my lips and whispered in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my face and the occasional rasp of his manly face against my baby face. I was so turned on. I was his baby he said, his very own little cock sucker, his cum swallower. I had his thick cock in my hand and I was loving feeling it and touching his pubic hair, his black pubic hair.
He told me I would become like a girl for him and he would dress me in lingerie and that I would come to love wearing stockings and a garter belt for him. He promised me that I was his from now on, that there was no going back now. He told me I could never be with a girl because I was not a real man. He told me I could never really satisfy a woman with such a little boy cock. Besides, didn't I prefer older men like him. Older men with big hairy cocks. Manly men. There was no denying it. I preferred cocks. He told me he owned me, because I adored his thick circumcised cock. He told me I was his to do with as he pleased. Had I not sucked his cock with relish? Then it follows that I was his cock sucking, cock loving, little cum slut.
"What are you?" he asked me.
Before I could answer he flipped me on to my tummy and to my surprise and delight he playfully spanked my bare bottom.
"You have such a lovely firm, bottom," he said and proceeded to massage my buttocks. Oh God it felt wonderful and I did not want him to stop.
"You like that, don't you baby? You like daddy's hands on your bum. You have such a perfect, round, little bum."
The next thing I knew he was sucking my bum cheeks. First one, then the other. He would pretend to bite me and then move to the other bum cheek and his hands parted my cheeks and I could feel his rough manly face rub against me. It was so strange and yet so sexy. Then he did something to me I never thought people did. He licked me. He held my bum cheeks apart and he gave me one long, delicious, sticky, wet lick all the way up the crack of my bum and all the way back down again. I nearly jumped out of my skin with shock and pleasure.
"Oh!" he said. I think you liked that baby."
I was going to answer but could only squeal with delight as he proceeded to repeat the operation. I cannot describe the pleasure he gave me. I whimpered and yelped at the sensations I was feeling when his lips kissed my pink bum hole and his tongue flicked in and around the entry to my most secret place. His tongue licked and probed and I squirmed and squealed as I pushed back against this beautiful, soft, moist invader. My cock was on fire as Freddie relentlessly probed me with his long tongue and his saliva ran down along my perineum. I could hold back no longer. He raised my bum up to give himself a better angle and just as my sphincter opened up and his tongue entered me, he seized my cock and pulled it down roughly and I completely lost it and came all over the sofa bed.
Freddie did not stop. He tongued me without mercy and the more he tongued me the more I squealed and wriggled and the more I pushed my bum back begging for more, like a shameless little tart. I knew men licked women's pussy but this was so unreal, so bizarre and the best thing ever. Something firm pushed in to me and while I was a little bit shocked at the stinging sensation, I knew immediately that Freddie had inserted a finger into my boy pussy. I shamelessly pushed back against this new intruder and a wave of intense pleasure spread through me as his fingertip glanced my prostate. I couldn't help but moan and whimper.
Then two fingers went up me and he slid them in and out, in and out, relentlessly, unceasingly. Each time they passed over my prostate I could only moan. Freddie reached down under the sofa bed and lifted something off the floor. As I lay there exposed he withdrew his fingers from inside me. It was a tube of lube which he generously poured over his fingers and into my bum hole.
His fingers slid into me again as I lay in a heap upon the sofa. He placed both hands on my waist and raised me up on my knees. I heard him soaking his cock in lube. I trembled as he leaned forward with his cock in his hand, hard and erect. I felt him slide up and down in between my buttocks. His cock was so hard. He spoke firmly to me.
"Place your hands on your bum cheeks and show me your pussy."
This was not a request but a command so I did what I was told. He was salivating at the prospect of taking me and making me his property.
"So pretty, so pink. This is mine now."
I felt him climb over me, part my buttocks further and place his big, purple, spongy knob at the entrance to my inner sanctum. I begged him not to do this to me. I told him I was not ready. I was truly petrified. His cock was so fat even when only semi-hard.
"Ssh, little one. Daddy's here for you. Just relax for me now."
He pressed his cock head against my opening and pushed against it with some force. I froze. I was so afraid and so excited. It couldn't fit.
He drew back a little and then pressed against my opening again, more firmly this time.
It hurt me. I told him so.
"It hurts, Freddie, it hurts."
Gripping my hips firmly, Freddie pulled me to him as his fat knob made a third attempt to breach me. For some reason I pushed back against this intruder at exactly that very instant and his lovely purple crown entered my boy pussy. I cried out in pain as Freddie gasped loudly.
"It's in. It's inside you. My cock is inside you," he cried out triumphantly. "Oh, fuck me, you are so tight!"
Ignoring my cries of pain, he gave a forceful, upward thrust and just like that, his entire cock was in my bum. He had penetrated me. I was in shock. I did not want this pain but Freddie held me tightly in his arms. I was going nowhere.
"Just relax. That's my little girly. The pain will ease and you will accommodate me. This is your place. You are mine now, all mine. I own your girly ass and I am going to breed you. I am your master."
Time seemed to stand still, but as the seconds ticked by the pain eased off and I felt the need to pee. I also felt so full. Then, of their own accord, almost like a reflex action, my bum muscles started to spasm around Freddie's fat cock, slightly so at first and then with regular pulses. My God it was almost as if my ass was pulling him deeper in to me. I became conscious of his pubic hair tickling my smooth bottom. He held me so tightly.
"That's my boy," said Freddie who began to withdraw his rock hard cock from my bum, only to push it back in all the way again. He repeated this action, slowly at first and so began a gentle rhythm. New sensations began to take over. The pain was now just a dull ache, a discomfiture. There was a slopping sound being made as his cock went in and out of my boy pussy. I was beginning to like the sensation of being taken.
He reached his hand around me to wank my cock and started to laugh. He stopped fucking me to tell me that my cock was so shrunken it had practically disappeared. Freddie was fucking my manhood out of me and told me that this was yet more proof that I was his little girl now. I felt so humiliated but I didn't care as I was picturing his fat cock so hard inside me, leaking precum.
"Tell daddy what you are, bitch," he demanded of me.
"I am daddy's little girl," I whispered. "Daddy's bitch"
My whispers seemed to urge him on and he started to vigorously pound his fat cock in to me. I tried to push back to keep up with him but his piston like action was too much for me. His breathing became labored and he was grunting with pleasure. Something went off in side me and I yelped as my seed gushed out from my soft little cock. He had fucked the cum out of me. I just gave myself over to his pleasure.
Then he gave a loud cry and pushed himself into with such force that I almost passed out with the pain. He yelled out his pleasure with a long loud roar and I knew from the pulsations his lovely, fat cock was making inside me that he had cum inside me and was filling me with his seed. He just kept saying, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" and collapsed on top me, forcing me flat on my belly and into my own sticky mess. I felt his cum seeping out of my ass. I liked that feeling.
I was flattened by him as he bathed in the afterglow of his fucking. I could feel his heart beat going thump, thump, thump. He started kissing my neck and breathing into my ear. His cock was slowly softening in my ass but I still felt full. He had taken my anal virginity and for the first time in my life I felt truly loved. He licked my face and then he spoke softly.
"That is the best fuck I have ever had. You are a beautiful girly boy. Thank you. Thank you."
He kissed me with passion and I felt so proud and so happy. I wanted to thank him but he kept kissing me and licking my lips. Finally, he slipped out of me and rolled me over on to my back so he could lie on top of me face to face. He touched my face gently and petted me. He told me I was beautiful, a great fuck, that he owned my ass now, that I belonged to him, that he was my daddy. He asked me if I agreed with him and I told him I did. He wrapped his arms around me and we sealed our afternoon of love-making with a long and passionate kissing session.
When he had finished with me, he sent me to the bathroom to shower. His sticky white cum ran down my legs as I showered and yes I did give in to the temptation to take some on my fingertips and taste it.
Afterwards, he bade me farewell and told me he would call me soon. I traveled home feeling exhausted. Once home I went upstairs and lay down on my bed and with my mind full of thoughts of what we had done together. With my hand on my semi-hard little cock, I slipped into a pleasant sleep.
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*In a Pack by SindragonV2*
I own Sin, Nala Ironfang ,David ,Starstorm ,Angel,Ruby,Ice, any other Oc and Silvermoon
I don't own Soto Diego, Manny Sid is own by Blue sky
This is set in A/U of the Ice age movies ,set before the first movie. A Human baby is born with a Tiger birth mark . Seen as evil and a bringer of doom to Humans, his father the leader of the Human clan orders for the death of his own Child. His Mother refuse to let her son die,so run away to save her son life. Only to die and with her son, still alive in the cold. But her son is found by a Sabre, who take the baby home to her clan. To raise him in as one of them
*Warning: There will be paring between a human and a animal. If you don't like that stuff don't read this story ok !*
*Also I will keep the parings the same as they are in the movies.*
*Chapter 16 Ice and Fire*
*To Ironfang,Starstorm and Silvermoon*
" Fine we give up for now." Ironfang said while snaring,to Blade who just cockily smirk at him.
" Ah good kitty,but you better lose that attitude of yours. If you don't want your sons dead,now move foreword all of you." Blade said in teasing way to Ironfang, before ordering him and the other Sabers to move.
As the other Wolfs chuckled,while the Sabers snared but they knew not to risk the safety of Diego and Soto. So reluctantly lead by Ironfang and Silvermoon as they walk into the bush,while being trailed by the Wolfs.
*Back to Nala and Sin group*
Nala, Sin and the other Sabers were about to attack Ice and his Wolfs. To save Diego and Soto,but Ice and the other Wolfs couldn't care. Not afraid of Sin and the Sabers,as Ice ear then twitched as he gave Sin and Nala a cold smirk.
" Why are you so happy." Sin asked coldly to Ice.
" Oh you see curse, just about NOW!." Ice replied calmly ,as he turned his head to look at the bush to the left of them.
Confused Sin and the Sabers turn to look to,see what Ice meant by. A few seconds later to Sin and Nala shock ,as well as the other Sabers. They saw their parents and their group, being walk out by a group of Wolfs.
" Dad, Mum and Grandma." Nala said in a worried tone.
" Ahh Ironfang we meet again,but this time daddy inst hear to save you from me." Ice snared darkly at Ironfang.
Only for Ironfang to snare back,as he and the other got lead next to Sin Nala and their group. While Silvermoon nuzzle Nala and Sin,when Ironfang stood in front of Ice.
" This is between you and me Ice, battle to the death. Loser pack surrenders and leaves for good." Ironfang snared darkly to Ice.
Only for Ice to chuckle darkly,as he look at Blade. Who went back to the vine holding the rocks above Diego and Soto.
" Sure but you need to learn who make the rules, cut the vine." Ice order to Blade who smiled coldly, much to Sin and the Sabers horror.
" NO." Silvermoon screamed in fear,as she saw Blade about to cut the vine.
*End of Chapter 16*
*Review and Rate *
*No flamers.*
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In a pack part 16 by Sindragon
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(This be a unlucky chucky story, gotta give him chances)
Chucky was walking down the street, kicking aside all random garbage. He huffed and puffed, remebering all the past memories of Vince teaseing and picking on him. His emotional damage was not compared to the burises and injuries he received from the bullying.
He sighed and and continued on. He then after five minutes caught his eye on a neon sign near the far street corner. He walked closer and read the sign.
"Dojo Motorola"
He thought for a second and a thought bubble popped above his head. Chucky, plus karate training, equals, one buff hunk of a skunk. He drooled at the thought and entered the building. the white painted spacious room echoed the dingling chimes attached to the door. He walked in and looked around, he couldnt see anyone, but he did hear the sounds of someone grunting and loud pounding thuds. He followed the sounds to the source.
When he happend across the initial room, his jaw made a loud thud as it hit the floor and his eyes bulged behind his glasses.
A Renamon female was rapidly attacking a sturdy padded cement post from what seemed to be from all directions. She wore a sports bra that tried to contain her bounceing bulgeing breasts. and her nice muscular hips and rump sways gracefully in her lilith movemnts in her agile attacks, wearing nylon shorts. her fur is the same as any kind of renamon, except her black and blue hair that dangles around her head, damp with sweat. She was built, but nothing too unattractive, her muscles and lean form bonused her beauty.
He tried to aproach her, he uttered a small sound. She opened her paw, a diamond katana sprouted from her palm, she instantly spun and pointed the sword at chucky's throat. the top of the concreate padded slab poofed into dust and cotton.
If she werent a lady, he would have shit enough skunk clay to build a shrine the size of montana to her.
"Ummmm...sorry for interupting but, i wanted to see if i could join?" he whimpered quietly.
"Realy?" she looked the skunk up and down "Too much work"
"I dont need to become an ultimate fighter like you, i just need to learn how to handle a bully twice my size, in height and in muscle" he begged.
"My child classes are full" she smirked, the diamond weapon evaporated from her white paw.
"Plz can you teach me how to take down a Big Bad Wolf?" he begged on his knees.
"Wait a minute? he wouldnt be called Vincent Woolfe wouldnt he?" she got a lil peeved.
He nodded frantically "I live with him. how do you know him?"
Wavey flashback scene change "One time, he came in during my child class. he flirted with me while i asked him to leave. he siad hed put some moves on me, he noticed a loose thread on my teaching robe, and pulled on it, causeing all my clothes to fall apart and leave me naked in front of 40 young boys and girls" she frowned and as the flash back waveyed back ended, a skull and cross bones bubble floated over her head.
"Well you know what i need to dealwith, so can you plz help me?" he tilted his head.
"sure i will, and maybe you can tell me more about your experiences with him during some tea?" she smiled reasureingly, offering her three fignered paw. "My names Tikisha"
"Kewl" he gladly shaked her paw. "I'm Unlucky Chucky"
They spent three hours training. Learning offensive/Defensive stances. learnig where to strike and when. Since the yellow vixen was two feet taller than the mephit, He was realy gettign the feel of attacking vince. One style after another, Chucky quickly learned. But even being kept busy concentrateing his moves, he couldnt help but look at her. her form, her body, her beauty and personality. All these and more would not ruin his fantasys of her. In only three hours, he had a crush on her.
When they finished. They exited to lockers and showers. The room was disgnated for genders with a solid brick wall. But Chucky, he needed to see her. He wanted to, but he is no match for the locked doors. He then began to fantasize in the shower, her goreious tits, free from restraint. Her goodies out in the open and her over all fur damp and sexy. His erection was standing rampant. But who wouldnt.
His deep thinking was interupted by a knocking on the door.
"Done washing yourself?" Tikisha said through the door.
"YEA!" chucky slipped around and stubled through the locker room, he kept on running into lockers and walls as he tried to dry himself, get dressed, and walk at the same time.
She was very concered when she heard all the loud noises in the males section of the lockers. Then she was greated with an exausted chucky, who fell between her legs as she opened the door. "Hi...lets have some tea"
He was ready but his rampant boner still wouldnt leave him. He followed, tail wrapped around his waist, he entered her lunching area.
She sat down, crossing her legs in an impossible budah style. "Have a seat"
He tried to mimic, but as he did, his bulge was an added fith leg to the table.
She did see this, even as she walked, she saw something she felt she always needed, she needed to bait this catch. "So, how is living with satan himself?"
"Hes a jerk. but he does use it to hide himself" he shrugged, his cock still straining in his pants, he sips some tea.
"Realy?" she mentally giggles.
"We've had some good times, he saved me once or twice, helped me when i needed him. he even coughtookmyvigirnityawayCough we also had some good adventures in his perverted missions" he sipped more tea.
"Huh? uh never mind. now tell me, got gf?" she inquired.
"Cant, living in Vince's shadow left me loveless" she sighed.
"Ever considered anyone to be one?" almost have him
"My roomies are close, but being friends is just as close as i can get" he sighed.
"They the some species or do you like interspecies?" so close
"They are all different, especially a vixen named veronica, she has such a lovely tail" he cooed in a day dream state.
I got him "Is it nicer than this?" she layed her tail across the table.
he started to drool and touched it gently, strokeing it. "Ye Ye Yeah!"
"Mmmmmmm and does she have a nice pair of these?" she ripped her sports bra open and and her breast bounced for ten seconds.
The table flipped up into the air and landed on the side of them from the force of chucky's erection.
Tikisha just lustfully lunged at the skunk. He went down hard on the ground, his shirt was ripped apart. he would do the same but during her lunge the clothes flew off themselves. she covered his face and muzzle with loving and sloppy kisses. her tail wagged wildly in the air.
They were rolling on the ground naked to the fur, hot and heaving for sex. Tikisha pinned down chucky and began to deepthroat chucky's veiny throbbing cock. he was forced to repay the oral treatment when she smothered her face with her damp musky cunt. his face drenched in her self lubricating juices, his tongue probed deep and went deeper the more he twitched from soon upriseing orgasm.
Her muscled thighs really kept his head where she wanted it, and she didnt even break a sweat shen she practically begain to swallow his cock whole. her muscles were just as developed as the ones that made up her body. his loins were soon aflame with an upcoming orgasm. he then forced most of his face into her delicious cunt.
She grinned and caught him off gaurd as her cunt began to squeeze the muzzled trapped in her snatch tightly. she sucked his rod until her prize came and her throat controled the flow of his seed into her well developed tummy.
He nearly passed out from lack of oxygen, but she crawled off him and presented herself to him. completely exposed for him. He didnt care that his cock was limp now, he pounced and began to spring his soilder into action. He slide easily, his cock made good pace with the slickness of her sex.
She grinned again and used the power of her cunt on his cock, nearly breaking it in half. he gasped and grunted with pleasure from her teaseing. Ecstacy ran through his head, he moaned in tune with hers, he thrusted harder and longer.
The room filled with the scents of their sex, her breasts were groped and roughly played with. she didnt mind the pleasure, but retaliated with vice gripping chucky's cock. This continued for 15 more minutes. soon they both received a cosmic orgasm. their combined cum poured onto the floor under them.
They rested togehter, they found that he was being held in her protecting arms. he held her paw gently in his, he kissed her lovingly and gently.
An hour of showering and cleaning later, tikisha gave chucky a ying yang ring, and if he needed her he just have to turn it. He left leaveing her with a few more hugs and kisses. She hopes he calls and needs her again.
Later at the apartment. Vince poked at chucky, and then a few seconds later, vince ended up on the strett, his legs forced thru his ears, and his ass wrapped around his neck three times.
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The mission to the nearby star system, designation PX-3821, and in particular the H-Class, or Habitable Class, planet located there, yielded to the young space-faring Earthlings, a new friend. They were the Solans, a species that many, in closed quarters of course, claim almost looked like a cross of humans and dogs, and that association was only reinforced by the variety of coats, colors, and temperaments the Solans possessed. Though the Solans and Humans met with open arms, their relationship became strained when the Humans and Solans exchanged books of history and culture.
Although their own history was not completely free of conflict, the Solans were horrified by the war-like humans, and it came as no surprise when the Kora, an equivalent to the Human World Congress, unanimously voted down the alliance the human diplomat had petitioned them, but passed the trade agreement. After that, the Kora proposed and passed a Secret Resolution 2224, and diverted trillions of dollars towards military research and development.
When asked about why the alliance was declined a Solan diplomat famously stated: "The Humans have brought upon themselves more death and destruction than all of our wars combined. While we invented clean anti-matter power, they used it upon themselves in a fourth World War so devastating they were forced to leave their irradiated planet and colonize a nearby planet." This sentiment was not widely felt by the general Solan until it came to light a year later that the World Congress had attempted to violently suppress a revolting colony, and in turn, triggered a civil war.
When this was discovered, that same Solan diplomat was again quoted after the bill came up and was shot down again. "Why would we trust a another government who betrays its citizens, and lies to the ones it proposes to ally?" This revelation killed any chance of obtaining an alliance, and almost ended the profitable trade between the two empires.
Some months after their dismissal of the second Alliance Petition, a battleship three times the size of any craft in the Solan's small military dropped out of warp and eradicated their defenses. With nothing left to stop them, this new race who identified themselves as the Lanska, issued their demands which went along the lines of total and unconditional surrender. Not waiting for an answer, they commenced a High Energy Proton Bombardment (HEPB) upon the Solan's defenseless planet.
Solans, now desperate, issued a message to the Humans, but knew the World Congress fleet was scattered across the galaxy attempting to stabilize their colonies that had revolted against the authority of the Congress. Worse yet, the Lanska detected the message and the Laetor in charge of the ship saw it as merely a pathetic ruse to scare them off with the mentioning of these "Humans", enraged the Laetor issued the order for the 3 other bombardment cannons to join the one firing.
The message passed by most of the traders, who immediately turned around because they were only equipped with Low Energy Pulse Cannons for defense. It seemed all but hopeless for the Solans, until the message passed to World Congress Science Ship Endeavor's captain, Admiral Ron Hasslan.
As the story goes, he rallied the traders together and had one take his crew, while the rest kept the battleship's defensives occupied. The researchers knew that there was enough of the volatile high density anti-matter to blow a moon into a permanent crescent, and they knew what he was planning to do as they boarded the trader ship that would take them to the surface of Solania.
Slamming the science ship into the battleship at full speed, and destabilizing the anti-matter containment, he took out half the battleship, and space did the rest. With the sacrifice of his life, the Kora immediately ratified an alliance with the humans, and both went to war with the Lanska. The first year of the war was brutal and it appeared the Lanska would slowly win, until a Human woman named Denise Lorell, and her Solan lover, discovered an element on Solania that when combined with carbon and steel, made a super-metal alloy she called Denisium.
Using the super alloy, the Humans and Solans were able to design an elevator that connected to a geosynchronous space station. The humans sacrificed no expense and by modifying the orbiting trade station Arcadia, they completed what the Solan's predicted would take a few years, in only a few months. Several hundred ships were produced from the continually expanding spacedock, and helped keep the war to a stalemate.
The War-like humans wanted to attack at what was determined to be the home world of the Lanska, and they wanted to reverse engineer the Lanska Battleship Warp Drive recovered after Admiral Hasslan's sacrifice. However, the Solans waited, and hoped the the fanatical Lanska would come to their senses.
It wasn't until the slaughter of Devion-5, a new and booming Solan supercolony, by the Lanska's new and terrifying weapon, the Las'kia Oranum, or roughly translated, Destroyer of Worlds. The weapon consisted of high density anti-matter, which normally was highly unstable, however the Lanska had managed to stabilize it into a bomb like projectile one could launch from space.
The destruction was devastating and killed some 25 million innocent people. The populace was outraged and the growing dissent over the incompetence of the Kora caused Commanding General Grenji to attempt a successful coup d'etat. The Solanian military put all of it's best minds on reversing the Warp Drive within two months every ship in the World Congress and Grenji Fleet had the technology equipped.
Warping into the AA-5829 system, where the Lanska homeworld was theorized to be, left the Lanska completely unprepared, and quick surgical strike by bombers left their main ships out of the fight. Although their fleet had been crippled, they refused to give up and the fighting began to take a toll on the Allied Fleet. "It was with great remorse," The Captain of the Leviathan would later say, "We agreed to drop High-Density Anti-Matter bomb upon the Lanska Homeworld. In a single flash, my hand had killed trillions of people."
With their homeland struck by a Las'kia Oranum and their economy crippled, the Lanska quickly surrendered. It was agreed that the death of their people would greatly harm their economy, and they had little to give now that their home world was eradicated. It was agreed that they would be allowed to colonize a new home world in AA-5829, and pay reparations for five years.
It surprised the Lanska when the victorious Humans and Solans came to their aid, spending most of the reparations on medical supplies, repairing the Lanskan Fleet, and on general transport to the new colony. Through the tireless friendship that the Humans and Solans showed, the three civilizations grew closer.
Nine Brutal years had passed, and the trial and tribulations had strengthened the bond between the Solans and Humans. Near the end of those eight years, the fleets and governments of the reinstated Kora and the World Congress were no longer considered separate entities but as one unified force dubbed as the Alliance, a simple enough name, but the idea behind it was complex and powerful.
The Lanskan's were a strange breed to them. Having been ousted, destroyed and humiliated, they only showed respect for the now recognized Alliance Fleet, and the Lanskan's had gone above and beyond with their tactics used to halt the civil war in the Human colonies, bringing peace to the three systems. This paved the way for them to join the Alliance three years after their devastating defeat.
This golden age of Friendship and peace led to the drafting of what became known as the Flagship of the Alliance: Endeavor, a ship that, combined with all three's technology, was nothing short of a military masterpiece.
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Chapter 1: The Future Was Not Easy by GhostDrake
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Text: Meanwhile at Natalie's house...
"Are you sure about this Natalie. What if we pop?"
"What are you, chicken?"
"NO! Just concerned is all."
"Well then lets do this already. My new air compressor is waiting in my room for us. Lets go."
Natalie and Kristie raced to her room. They've always had a small rivalry between them ever since they've met. Competing with one another over anything they could. The door to Natalie's room burst open with a kick from Natalie.
"Ha, I won!"
"No fair Nat. You pushed me back there."
"Nah uh."
"Uh huh."
"Nah uh."
"Uh-holy crap what is that!?"
"Nah...oh. It's the air compressor." ^_^
"Jesus it's big!"
"I know I found it online for cheap. Isn't it great?"
"Gee, I don't know Nat. Maybe we shouldn't-"
"Buk, buk, bwaaaaak! Chicken."
"I'm not a chicken. I'm just afraid you won't be able to handle losing is all."
"Ha now that's funny. I do this every night. I'll get way bigger than you can imagine."
"Oh yea, lets just see about that then shall we?"
"Okay, lets do it then."
Natalie walked over to the air compressor. It was as big as the desk next to it. It was able to connect to multiple hoses so Natalie just inserted the two she got. She handed Kristie one while keeping the other for herself.
"So, now what?"
"Now we put it in."
"Put it in where?"
"Oh that's right your new to this. Well...um...it goes in our...uh...butts..."
"Our WHAT!?"
"Calm down it's not so bad. It feels kinda nice actually. Look I'll put mine in first then I'll help you. You do it like this."
Natalie pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees exposing her butt. She took the hose and well...you know. She pulled her pants back up and buttoned them.
"You see it's easy."
"Hmmmm...I don't know."
"Here I'll help."
Natalie walked over to Kristie, spun her around, pushed her over, and pulled down her short shorts. Then she inserted hose A into slot B.
"EEEP!"
"There that was easy right?"
"Sort of..."
Kristie pulled up her shorts and rubbed her butt.
"Shouldn't you take your shirt off and wear a bikini top like me?"
"No thanks. I like the feeling of my clothes getting tight as I blow up."
"Ha whatever. It'll just constrain you and I'll end up bigger."
"Alright let's see if you can put your money where your mouth is and get bloatin. Whoever becomes the biggest wins. Also if you take the hose out before I do then I win."
Finally Natalie turned on the machine. It made a whirling noise and started to shake. Soon the hoses came to life as air flowed through. Natalie was getting excited.
"Mmmmmm, I love this part."
Kristie didn't see it at first, but Natalie's stomach started to grow by a few inches. Kristie couldn't feel anything and thought her hose was busted.
"Hey did you cheat and tamper with my hose?"
Natalie snapping out of her pleasure looked at Kristie. She still looked the same.
"No way. I'm not a cheat you know that."
"Your right you've never cheated before. What's wrong then? AAAAHHHHH!"
*FWOOOOMP*
Kristie's belly shot out a foot in front of her. She stumbled back against Natalie's dresser. Knocking over the pictures and other items that were there.
"Whoa. Your huge Kristie. Hey wait your bigger than me now!"
"Ha, see I'm just better at inflating than you are."
"Oh yea?"
Natalie cranked the compressor up a few notches. Her belly filling up faster. Getting to basketball size and more. Kristie wasn't growing at the rate of Natalie which started to make her nervous.
"Looks like I'm catching up."
"Shut up. It just takes a bit to get goin."
Bigger and bigger Natalie grew. Her belly ballooned to 3 feet all around until the button on her jeans blew off and ricocheted off of Kristie's belly.
"Ow! Watch were your pointin your buttons next time."
"Hehe sorry."
Kristie noticed not only was her belly growing, but so were her thighs. They strained the legs of her short shorts, cutting into the puffy legs. She rubbed them up and down. Her butt cheeks stretched the back of her shorts. Almost like it was sucking them up into her growing butt crack. Natalie watched her friend as she blew out all over. Enjoying the show while feeling her own bloated body. Her tight shirt was slowly riding up inch by inch. Exposing her bare belly to Kristie. You could see her panties coming out of her opened jeans. Being stretched by her bloated crotch and pushing through more. She looked back and noticed quite a bit of ass cleavage looking back up at her. She was spilling out of the tight jeans she wore. Finally realizing the ripping noises that were coming from her. Her puffy legs were bursting at the seams of her jeans. Her thighs were 3 feet in diameter and bursting out of her pants. Natalie just smiled and looked at Kristie.
"Oooohhhh. Isn't this fun? I'm getting completely huge!"
"Heh, yea this is kinda fun, but I'm way bigger than you."
"Ha, we'll see about that."
The girls continued to blow up. Growing and growing and growing. Ballooning out of their own clothes. Kristie's nipples started to peak out of her bikini top while Natalie's shirt was straining to keep it together on her own breasts. *THWIIIIP* Suddenly the bikini top shot off across the room and landed on Natalie's belly. It slowly slid down the front and plopped on the floor.
"Whooo. They're gettin mighty big aren't they."
"Ha look who's talkin. Your shirt is about to burst just like you."
"Haha, very funny."
*RIIIIIIIIIP*
"Natalie's shirt ripped from the neck down allowing her breasts to push through and be free. With the sudden force of her breasts Natalie stumbled back onto her bed. Her ass made the landing more bouncy. She felt more comfortable sitting while she inflated. Kristie started to feel a bit tired and tried to sit down on the floor. It was a bit awkward, but she managed. As she was going down her shorts ripped in half pretty fast and hit the floor before her cheeks did. Their arms also inflated. Making it hard to move them.
"Man were gettin pretty big. You sure you don't want to give up yet?"
"Nah, I'll go on forever if I have to."
Just as Natalie's belly reached 7 feet she felt something cold rub against it. She didn't know what it was or could see much in front of her, but as her belly continued to push against it she soon figured out what it was. It was the nob on the compressor that controls air flow. Since she was to the left of the nob her belly turned it to the right, sending it to full blast. Kristie and Natalie felt the sudden increase of air flow. They started to blow up much quicker than before.
"Natalie? What's happening?"
"Um, I think my belly turned the air compressor on full blast. Hehe..."
"WHAT!?"
Kristie ballooned more and more. Growing up and out. Her butt raised her off the ground and towards the ceiling. Her belly pushed forward and met Natalie's. Her breasts bloated into her face making her head tilt back.
"NATALIE DO SOMETHING!"
Natalie tried reaching the hose in her bum, but couldn't. Her arms were too stiff and puffy.
"Uh, I can't."
Natalie swelled out immensely. What was left of her jeans dug into her bloated legs. Her panties tightening into her ass and lady parts. The lips of her lady parts were extremely puffy and was outlined perfectly by her undies. *FWOOOMP* Her belly button became an outie. My god her belly was huge. It was taking up half of the room by now. Pushing Natalie up against the head board of her bed. Her head hit the ceiling with a thud. From this height she could see Kristie again, but what she saw was amazing. Kristie was now just two huge naked breasts and a massive 10 foot belly with bloated legs on either side. She couldn't see Kristie's head which was behind the behemoth tits. *FIIISSSSSS* FIIIIISSSS* Air was shooting out of her nipples. *PPPFFFT* *PFFFFTT* Natalie could feel air squeaking out of her butt.
"Can you hear me Kristie?"
"MMMPHHHH!"
"I'll take that as a yes."
It was right then that Natalie felt it. She was reaching her limits. The pressure in her body was growing as she pushed against the walls and Kristie. Less and less space became available in Natalie's room to grow and she couldn't stop the inflation. More and more packed it got in Natalie's room. Squishing against each other and the room. Tighter and tighter it felt. Natalie's head sinking into her body as it pressed against the ceiling.
"Ugh...I'm...going to...beat...YOU-MMMMMMMM!"
The room started to creak or was it their bodies? Squeaks and creaks were coming from Natalie's room. Their bodies were beginning to come out of the room. Luckily Natalie's window was opened so that her body had somewhere to go. From outside a huge boob was pushing out of the window. You could see Kristie's belly peaking through the sides of the door as it pushed it out making it bend and flex. Bigger and bigger they got. Tighter and tighter they became. Until then...*rumble*
*KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Pieces of wood and furniture flew everywhere. A huge chunk of her house was missing where her bedroom used to be. Her dresser and half of her bed was floating in the pool. Pieces of wood and clothes laid in the ruin of her bedroom. The air compressor still intact though.
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*Interlude: Leak*
"We know of the Primarchs, the ten employees of MODD who possess the most powerful Seals of all. However, one has to question how they obtained these Seals and what they had to sacrifice for them. Again, one has to further ask why all ten under MODD's control or if there are more out there."
*Esme Hart*
*The Unsealed Truth*
*Shadow of the Storm*
I had never met a crocodile before that did not make me feel like I had to run in the opposite direction. My father taught me that crocodiles were not good prey to hunt and that they were not worth the trouble. Only the most foolish would challenge one. Their meat was not filling and they were strong. Their scales offered natural armour that claw and fang would be hard pressed to penetrate.
The same could be said about this 'dock-taur' Oculus. I had no idea what a 'dock-taur' was but he smelled unnatural, metallic. MODD's facilities smelled like him only to a lesser degree.
I didn't like him.
The way he grinned up at me set my nerves on edge and I wanted to run away. I was not paying much attention to what he was saying as I became aware that my mate was missing. While I had agreed that Jacob and I would be equals, it was still hard to think he and I were on the same level. I drew my strength from him and I felt vulnerable whenever I couldn't smell him. With so many people crowding around me, his scent was lost and I felt a whimper leave my throat.
I pushed through the crowd and sniffed the air. His scent was gone.
Worry began to eat at me and I quickly bolted into the strange floating city, searching for him. I valued myself as a good tracker, perhaps not the best in my tribe, but I was competent. However, the city smelled too much of the sea and with the constant winds blowing salt into my nostrils, Jacob's trail went cold.
I did not like this city despite all its wonders. It was too... *artificial*. The smells were wrong. The people looked... *wrong*. It was amazing that they made an island that floats but it just felt so... unnatural. The beauty of this place just warned of a greater danger. When we faced the Unsealed, Neptune, I caught a glimpse of that danger. The other Scion Unsealed we had faced were in no way that big nor were they so... *intelligent*.
I caught a familiar scent as I was sniffing for Jacob in a nearby alleyway. One of the Elemental Lord's Lieutenants, the black wolf with red hair, stood out in the crowd. My heart leapt to my throat as I hoped he could lead me to Jacob. There was always something about him that struck me as familiar. Friendly as he was, he sparked my curiosity but at the same time made me wary for he *was* a lieutenant after all and my past with lieutenants was not pleasant.
I tailed him through the crowds for a short while. No malice hung around him as he spoke to people here and there. When he started heading back to the big palace thing - I think Sierra called it 'Oasis' - I decided to approach him.
"Joul."
The wolf turned to me, eyebrows raised and a smile on his face. "I was wondering when you'd come up and speak to me."
A frown crossed my face. "You knew I was here?"
Crossing his arms, Joul said, "You strike me as the kind of person adept at hunting in the wilds. I'm a hunter in the city."
"How?" I asked, curious. Perhaps if I too became an adept hunter in the city, I could impress Jacob more. Perhaps I would not lose him so easily next time.
To my surprise, the wolf in front of me picked up what appeared to be a small red box. I blinked a couple of times as he opened the box and revealed buttons on them. I bent down and sniffed the device. It smelled... artificial. Though the wolf's nutty smell was on it, it smelled... *wrong* just like these clothes I wore. It was metallic and had this tingle to them that reminded me of the electricity that I wield thanks to Jacob's Brand.
"What is that?"
"This, Leonardo, is a mobile phone," answered Joul. "You use it to communicate with people across vast distances." He pressed a button on the phone and a faint ringing came from the device, surprising me. When a voice emerged from it, I cocked my head to the side and sniffed at the magical device, wondering if Joul had managed to copy a person's spirit inside.
"You really don't know what a mobile phone is, do you?"
I shook my head. "I only arrived on Rillotia not too long ago. This is all very new to me." My ears folded back against my head. "You must think I am stupid..."
He just laughed heartily and rested a paw on my shoulder. "Trust me, I know where you come from. I'm a Tribal too, you know."
I reeled back. No *wonder* he smelled so familiar! The scent of our homeland was on him but it was dulled, doused in the artificial scent of this place. Rillotia always smelled so... *off* to me. Even in places so close to nature, there was this sinister undertone to it. I never wanted to insult my mate by telling him of it but it always lingered at the back of my mind.
"You are from Oxis?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise. "How did you become so...?"
"Tame?" he finished.
"Small."
Joul laughed softly and crossed his arms against his chest. I could see the definition in his chest and arms but for a Tribal, he was still small.
"I'm from the Sun Fangs Tribe, Leonardo. We value speed over strength. By my guess..." He rubbed his chin as he appraised me, licking his lips slightly. "Hmmm... You must be from one of the bigger tribes, I take it?"
"White Moon Tribe," I confirmed with a spark of pride. "I am the chieftain's son!"
"I can tell. Only the members of the biggest tribes get to be as big as you." Joul nodded in my direction. "My tribe is fairly small but we've always had open relations with Rillotians. Your Tribe tends to be a little... behind the times."
I bristled a little in agitation. "We are the strongest Tribe on the mainland! We are -"
"Conservative and unwilling face the fact that you guys will go extinct if you don't start moving forward," he countered. "Seriously, have a look around you. You stick out like a sore thumb. You don't even know what a mobile phone is and those stares people are giving you aren't because you're a magnificent specimen of wolf." He nodded behind me and when I glanced around, I caught a few people turning away. "It's because you still smell like a Tribal - earthy, musky and with the scent of sex on you." He leaned forward and sniffed at me. "Male sex."
I could not help but growl at him. "I am a proud member of my Tribe! I grow strong on the semen of my father and all the strongest warriors in my Tribe! Jacob -"
"See that?" Joul said, poking a finger at my chest. "That isn't something you go advertising to the whole world. Not here in Rillotia. I doesn't matter where you're from but there are people here who just do *not* look kindly to guys sucking off guys." He held his paws up. "Now mind you, I have nothing against it but take it from someone who has been there..." He placed another paw on my shoulder and I fought hard not to shrug him off. "There are people around here that just don't like that kind of talk. Rillotia is different from Oxis. You best learn fast or you might end up hurting those around you that really do care."
Before I could protest, there was a ringing from his 'mobile phone'.
I wanted to tell him that I was the strongest of my Tribe and that was why I was sent to Rillotia - because no one on Oxis could possibly be my mate. This was my journey. Everyone back home was not worthy of my seed. Now, I found my Alpha Prime and that was Jacob. I would do anything he wished of me and I would take his seed so that we would sire children that are even stronger!
We would start a new tribe that would outstrip his own!
But in the back of my mind, I recalled that... 'outing' I had with Jacob just a few hours ago. I remembered wondering what a 'fork' was and what an 'omelette' was. Food in Rillotia - especially Angelsea - was so strange. Why do they mix so many foods together? It dulls the taste of the meat and did they not weep when they killed the unborn chicks of mother hens?
This was a strange world... and I did not fit in.
Someone gripped my paw and I turned.
There were five men standing there.
"Hey, did I hear ya say you sucked cock?" asked the one closest to me, a big bull.
"I do," I answered. I inclined my head to the side. The five of them looked fairly fit and I was never one for semen from outside my species but they looked like they were strong. By their clothes and various tattoos, it looked like they were very worldly. Surely someone with torn sleeves and such ragged clothing knew much of the workings of the world and if I drank their semen, I would benefit from their knowledge. "Did you want me to suck yours?"
The bull grinned at me while one of his companions massaged his knuckles. They cracked ominously and I suddenly got a very bad feeling.
"Sure," the bull said, "come over here for a sec."
I glanced over my shoulder but Joul was distracted from his call. The bull looked strong - perhaps big by the bulge in his crotch - but I somehow doubted that he had stamina. I should not be too long.
I agreed and they led me towards an alley away from the crowds.
I anticipated the loosening of these articles of clothing Rillotians called 'pants' but instead, pain exploded from my stomach and I was sent to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Fuckin' faggot!" one of them cried.
My instincts drove me to survival and I lashed out with my fangs, blindly snapping out at my attacker but I was outnumbered. Fists and feet came lashing out from every direction, sending fresh blasts of pain all throughout my body. I yelped and suddenly felt like a little child again. When one of them drove a knee against my manhood, I felt tears on my cheek.
"Stop!" I begged. "Please stop -!"
A fist slammed into my muzzle, cutting off my cry and throwing me against the wall. I saw my blood splatter against the brick before my eyes were blurred, veiled by the colour of blood.
"Now I seem ta recall ya offering to suck my cock," the bull rumbled. "Let's just see how much ya like cock after this, ya faggot!"
I whimpered and made one last attempt to plead for them. "Please... I do not want this..."
"Oh yeah? Well I don't believe ya." He seized the scruff of my neck forcing me to come muzzle to muzzle to him. I smelled a foul stench on his breath. I think it is what Rillotians called 'alcohol. "When I'm done with ya, yer gonna be begging for your life!"
Then an ominous voice cut through the deep growls of the bull's companions and their laughter.
"Why don't you lead by example?"
Through the haze of blood, I saw a tall, muscular figure standing a short distance away. The light glistened off full-body armour and a wolf's tail lashed out behind him. At first, I thought it was Joul but the smell was different... alien. He smelled like... crystals... Was it Jacob? No... The build was wrong... Whoever it was slimmer than Jacob and had this sense of menace about him that sent me further and further into my puppy-like state.
"And who the *fuck* are you?" snapped one of the men.
"You don't need to worry about that. Just let him go and I promise to leave enough for the coroners to identify your remains and send a commiserations to your families."
The bull still holding me laughed. "See this armoured freak, boys? Get him."
I don't think he realised I was regenerating. I thanked Jacob for the gift of the Brand but I was regenerating slower than he ever did. It was still so painful... My vision cleared somewhat and I saw one of the men, a slim lizard of some sort charge at the stranger with a small knife. Despite the armour and his apparent bulk, the stranger ducked the blow and drove an armoured fist into the lizard's elbow. Even *I* winced when I heard the lizard's arm break at the join. The pain caused the man to cry out but even that cry was drowned out in a matter of moments. The stranger snatched the knife from the assailant's clawed hand, seized the forked tongue and - right there and then - sliced it right off!
I gagged at the fountain of blood that quickly flooded from the lizard's throat as he staggered back and knelt, trying to keep himself from drowning in his own blood. That blooded knife then came screaming through the air and jabbed right into the lizard's left eye. All the other assailants stopped in horror as their comrade reeled back with a gurgling scream as the knife was yanked out of his left eye socket and driven right into the other by that armoured fist.
I caught a glimpse of the stranger's eyes.
They were sapphire-blue but unlike my Jacob's, they were cold, hard and full of hatred.
In one, swift movement, the stranger yanked the knife back out, spun it in his paw and delivered a brutal slash that slit the lizard's throat. The mutilated reptile dropped to the ground, gasping his last. But he was far from done. The stranger threw the knife straight down, the blade digging *straight* into the reptile's groin bringing another gurgling scream from the lizard. A heavy, metal boot slammed into the lifeless body, grinding it into place.
Even I could not watch.
The bull let go of me and screamed something that sounded like, "Fuck! Let's get out of here!"
But then I just heard the words, "What the fuck!? How'd he get - ack!"
The sound of flesh being rend and bones being broken hit my ears. I wanted to cover them, block the noise of brutality away. This was not a hunt. This was not in the defence of another. This was murder. Slaughter. A massacre. One of them actually pleaded for mercy, I think, but like the others, the noise was cut short and I just heard the sickening sound of bones being crushed. The warm splash of blood hit my cheek and I actually shivered at its touch.
Then it was silent.
I only heard the sounds of the people of Angelsea milling about not even a hundred metres away from us. How they could not hear the sounds I heard, I didn't know.
The cold touch of that armoured hand on my shoulder made me shiver.
"Are you alright?"
The softness in his voice almost mirrored my Jacob's but this was not him... Not this... this monster...
I had recovered enough to actually lash out at him with my claws. I only grazed the jet-black metal armour he wore. When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at the face of my mate if his fur had been dyed white. Only his eyes looked the same. They held the same fiery intensity that attracted me to Jacob on more than just a physical level but those eyes... They were angry, focused. I realised he was on the hunt.
"Wh - Who are you...?" I stammered.
For a moment, his eyes softened as they turned away. It was only for a brief second but then we locked gazes again and I felt like an unprotected pup. "I am a remnant; a shell of someone that could have been but refused to submit to destiny. I am Revenant."
"Revenant...?" I repeated. That was a word Tribals used for spirits that refused to pass on and possessed inanimate objects or corpses. Was this demonic wolf such a being?
His ears swivelled towards the alleyway and his strong paws seized my wrists. "Hang on." His words felt like they were cold, dead and emotionless but something told me it was just a mask for something he hid beneath. In his other paw, a small crystal appeared and he quickly tossed it into the air.
Before I knew what was happening, there was this feeling of suddenly having the ground swept out from underneath me and it was like I was floating in water for the briefest of moments. When I looked down, I realised I was in mid-air and the world began beckoning me back towards it. Revenant then seized my waist and threw another crystal from his free paw at the nearest roof. Another feeling of wind rushing past me and I felt the ground against my feet. I collapsed on my paws and knees, gasping at the surreal feeling.
Weird screeching cries suddenly rang out around me.
"Alarms," Revenant scoffed, sounding bitter. "Wonderful." He strode past me and hurled another crystal far off into the distance. I got to protest for a second before he seized my shoulder and we were suddenly at the sea shore again.
I staggered away from him onto the sand.
"Get away from me!" I cried, knowing full well the weakness I showed. I tried to pull myself back into the brave, chieftain's son that I had been but Joul's words echoed in my head. I was out of my element; this was not my land and these people... They were aliens to me.
I felt that rush of blood into my heart and body and I got that feeling like when I was ready to pounce on my prey or turn and flee.
I wanted to be free from this dark opposite of my Jacob.
"You're afraid of me?" Revenant asked.
I couldn't even muster a reply. It took all my control not to void my bowels there and then.
"Good." He strode forward and I crab-crawled backwards. "Because if you're going to face what's coming up next, you better be afraid." Light crackled at his palms. I noticed there were strange discs attached to his gauntlets just like those discs Jacob wore on his gloves. However, instead of summoning two swords like Jacob did, twin blades of light erupted from the discs, crackling angrily. It was bright blue and semi-translucent but I had no doubt that it was very solid. The right hand blade formed a big, broad shield while the other transformed into a sword, both mounted on his wrists.
"Get up."
I was paralysed.
His blue eyes flared with annoyance and I truly feared what he would do to me. For the first time, I truly knew fear. I was not afraid when I left the shores of Oxis on my grant adventure. I was not afraid when a wild lion nearly killed me. I was not afraid when first Rillotians I had seen came to my Tribe offering support.
But this... This I was afraid of...
"For the love off..." Revenant snarled.
He charged at me and I whimpered, curling my tail against my crotch in some vain attempt to protect myself. Then I felt the coat he wore brush past me and I peeked past my crossed arms. The blue, unnatural flesh of an Unsealed squirmed above me. The creature looked like it was a shark with arms and wielded a trident. It's yellow eyes glared at Revenant while the stranger's translucent blue sword stuck out from his chest.
"I deal with bigger monsters than you on a daily basis," Revenant snarled. He slammed his shield against the Unsealed's face, forcing it off his blade. Without even wasting a second, he spun around, bringing his sword cleaving right through the monster's neck. The Unsealed dropped to the ground, disappearing in a flurry of blue runes.
Two more erupted from the salty waters of the ocean, lightning crackling from their tridents.
"Nice try," Revenant scoffed, a cocky smirk on his muzzle. The weapons in his paws shifted, transforming into two, enormous spinning blades - shurikens I think they are called. He threw them but they were slow in their progress. The Unsealed just dodged aside. The moment their eyes were drawn away from Revenant, a crystal twinkled behind the one on the right and Revenant was suddenly there in a burst of darkness. He caught the Unsealed in a powerful chokehold and even as they hovered in the air, he yanked the trident from the creature's hands and threw it at the other. All three of them went down in a heap with Revenant easily rolling through the sand and onto his feat. The Unsealed vanished as they normally did. His shurikens flew back towards him and he caught it deftly, the shining blades disappearing back into his gloves with a flurry of light.
Revenant was tense for a few moments. Even after he caught his shurikens again, he remained ready for battle, his tail rigid and his fangs bared. But after a few moments, the tension rolled off his white fur. He rolled his shoulders and shook his head from side to side.
"That was barely worth a minute of work," he grumbled. His blue eyes turned towards me and I flinched. It surprised me when his gaze softened and he sat down beside me, gazing out into the ocean. "You have that look on your face like your world just ended and you're the last wolf left."
I could not speak. I was still in too much shock. At least he continued to talk.
"It's funny." He nodded at the last fragments of drifting runes. "Every day, I go into an arena and face off monsters ten times stronger than those for the entertainment of some sadistic fans. I've got a fan club and the money I get is pretty darn sweet. But only now, fighting those... *things*, does it feel like I've accomplished something."
Frowning I managed to compose myself and found the strength to incline my head to the side.
"The funny thing is, I don't even know what I did," he laughed, shaking his head. "All I get is some vague instruction after nearly getting crushed by a 'Skydiving Blue Whale' telling me to 'save the guy that's about to get raped'." His eyes turned to me, a cynical smile on his muzzle. "I don't suppose you're going to save the world, are you?"
I could not help it. "I am. Or... I hope to help." I do not think I had control of all my mental faculties at that point but I told Revenant everything in short. I told him about our crusade to defeat Balthazar and how he was evil and exploiting people. I told him about the pain we had seen across two cities and I told him about how the Seals needed a sacrifice to be used.
He seemed most interested in that last part.
"Seals are what?"
"Created from the sacrifice of something important to a person," I answered. "I do not know how."
Revenant's eyes narrowed. "Have you ever heard of the 'F Seals'?"
"I have not."
"Nothing about the Forbidden, Forsaken or the Forgotten Seals?"
Again, I shook my head.
He offered me a faint smile. There was sadness there, I could not help but feel like I had let him down somehow. "Darn... And here I thought it would be that easy." He sighed and leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head, his smile fading back into an emotionless mask. "Well... It's not every day I get to spend a day off in a far off realm on a sunny beach. It'll be hell to get all this sand out of my armour though... And I bet Cliff will be asking where it all came from..." Another sigh escaped his muzzle as he closed his eyes. "Fuck... This is messed up..." Strangely, despite his words, he was still smiling.
The anger was gone but I sensed distress in him though he seemed so relaxed. "Are you alright?" I asked tentatively.
He pressed a finger against his muzzle. "Ssssh... I'm trying to listen to the ocean."
Living on an island, I had listened to the ocean many a time. It was boring. I was anxious to get moving but something about this wolf kept me in place. "What are you listening for?"
"My heart."
I snapped my attention back to him, puzzled and confused. "Why?"
He opened one eye at me. It would have been an appropriate time to smile but his muzzle didn't move an inch. "Because where I come from, I've wrapped myself in a ball of lies. I've kept at it for so long that it becomes so hard to tell where the lies end and where the truth begins. I spend so much time keeping up a mask that I'm not even sure where and when I can pull it off. These days, it's easier to just not show any emotion." He closed his eyes again. "I good friend of mine told me once that if I ever found a fragment of peace, I should just try to stop and listen. Your heart might just say something."
Anxious to find Jacob - and also to get away from this stranger - I slowly rose to my feet. "I shall leave you, then."
I was already two steps away from him when something about his words made me pause.
He said *'where I come from'*...
"Are you from around here?" I asked.
He let out a snort, a cynical smile on his muzzle. "Dude, where I come from is *so* far from here that it'd make your head spin. Honestly, I'd be surprised if this place even *had* death sports."
"Death... sports?"
"Yup. I'm an athlete." He gave me a dark grin. "I get tossed inside an arena with either monsters, robots or a couple of other contenders. Depending on the game, I either kill them or I humiliate them enough that they kill themselves later."
I never heard of anything so... *barbaric* on Rillotia or any other place on Mortaelis. Then again, after looking at Angelsea, I realised there was so much more I did not know about.
"So you are new to this land?" I asked.
Revenant sat up, gazing out into the ocean. He reached out with one of his hands towards the sun that had just begun angling towards the horizon. "It's funny. Everything looks the same. The sun feels the same. The air smells the same. But at the same time, I know it is so different." His fingers closed around the sun. "If I wanted to, I could probably fit in. It'd be easy to just leave one life behind and start a new one."
"What is stopping you?"
"Baggage," he answered with a shrug. "I've got a shit tonne of baggage." Again, he laid back, arms crossed behind his back. "But you know what? I'm on a sunny beach on what looks like a floating, artificial island. For the next ten minutes, I'm going to forget my troubles. Maybe fuck someone over for shits and giggles." He peeked at me. "You doing anything later?"
I backed away and he just returned to his state of semi-slumber.
His words compelled me to sit beside him. He was brutal, vicious and merciless. A hunter without remorse. Yet he was still so much like me. In an alien world, alone. He actually reminded me a little of Jacob before he opened his heart to me.
"Can you teach me how to adapt to this world?" I asked softly.
His eyes flicked towards me. "Aren't you a native?"
I shook my head sadly. "I come from Oxis. I am a Tribal."
For a moment his eyes seemed to betray some inner thought... like he wanted to correct me or something but he never gave voice to those thoughts. I waited for him to say something but he only remained silent so I just continued.
"I have a mate here... I am in his world, fighting for him... but I do not know his customs, his traditions and the people he is accustomed to. I fear I will only hurt him."
"Him, huh?" Revenant asked, losing his smile as he leaned back into the sand. "Well, this country, island or whatever is just one part of a bigger world. It's a world whatever way you spin it. Sure you're from different countries but the way I see it, you share the same sky, look at the same stars and feel the warmth from the same sun. So you eat with a knife and fork and he gobbles down his food with his paws. In the end, you're still eating.
"The little differences mean nothing." A small smile touched his lips. "If everyone was a single plot on the canvas and we were all painted the same colour, it'd make for a pretty shitty painting. It's good to have different colours in there."
I'm not sure if he was talking to me anymore but I understood his message.
I am who I am. A Tribal. I came here for my reasons and I found that reason but I did not need to lose myself for that reason.
"Revenant."
"Hmmmm?"
"What is your name? Truly?"
He paused, keeping his eyes on the sky. The sun crawled across the sky and the ocean began to reflect the fiery oranges and pinks of sunset before he finally replied.
"Sam. Samuel Wolfe."
Somehow, I doubted that was his real name.
My legs began to cramp but I managed to rise and lie beside him, draping one arm across his armoured chest. He didn't react. Even after spending so long in the sun, his armour still felt so cold. I wondered what lay beneath the armour not because I wanted his cock but because I understood that armour wasn't to hide something but rather to protect him from the world. He carried much... 'baggage' and he left many troubles behind him. That armour was to shield him from them.
He was caged in a prison of his own making. I did not want him to be trapped anymore.
We wolves deserved to be free.
"Can I interest you in fishing?" I asked tentatively.
He sat up, pushing my arms away. "I'll pass. I think it's about time I got back anyway."
Though he tried to leave, I seized his wrist and tugged him back down. "Stay," I urged.
Trying to pull his paw away, he said, "You're a cute kid but I don't need this right now. I've got a match."
As armoured as he was, I pulled him back down with my superior strength. I pinned him to the ground with my superior weight, our muzzles just an inch apart. I could smell his breath. It was minty and his scent was intoxicating, just like my Jacob.
"Forget your worries for a little longer," I insisted.
His eyes travelled to my crotch. I would not deny that I was considering inducting him into our pack but I was not even sure if I deserved a pack now. Jacob was supportive of me but this world was just too strange for me... I would hinder him if I did not grow.
I am me. I am a Tribal. But I could still be something more.
Perhaps like Joul.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow.
I smiled at him and licked his nose. He didn't look surprised. I think it has been such a long time since he truly felt something that his face only knew two expressions - an emotionless mask and a false smile. I wanted to fix that.
I took his paws and yanked him to his feet.
"Follow me."
"This is stupid."
I pushed him forward towards the edge of the pier. "You must," I insisted, grinning from ear to ear. "This is the perfect opportunity."
His face was still an expressionless mask as he stared at the big, white moon above us. From the corner of my eye, I could see the small mini-moon that the shamans said was an abomination to the gods. Rillotians called it 'Central'. Apparently, it was some sort of construction that span around the world and helped connect the trains. It was meant to be replaced by a 'Black Ring' though I do not know how or why.
"I can't," he said, turning around and striding back towards the beach. "I've already stayed too long. I have to get back..."
I seize his paw and pull him back. He didn't resist me this time as I spun him around and pointed him back at the moon. "You are a wolf. You know how to do this in your blood."
"To be perfectly honest, I'm pretty sure I've got a bit of husky in me. Mixed in with a bit of rabbit and possibly a little snake.
"Really?" I asked, looking for some scales.
"Oh yeah. Sometimes after a guy cums in you, you don't wash out everything."
I raised my eyebrows.
"That was a joke," he said blandly. Spinning around, he tried to push past me but I blocked him off.
"Please move."
Just for show, I then summoned the power Jacob's Brand gave me. Black lightning arched across my body. Anyone else would have been surprised but Sam... Sam just stared at me with those blank, blue eyes. I don't know why... But I wanted to see those eyes brighten. I wanted them to shine like the moon, to twinkle with the stars and to glow with the warmth of the sun.
"You will have to make me."
He laughed softly and took a step back. Lifting his hand, I watched as blue light coalesced around his palms. "You know in the league, my weapon is considered a training weapon? It's for rookies that don't know what weapon they will specialise in." I watched the light change from a hammer, an axe, a dagger and then to a spear. "It does low damage, has a limited energy supply but it can recharge in the middle of battle given enough time to rest. Modifications were made, of course, but do you know what people did when they saw me stride out into the death ring with these on?"
"What?"
"They laughed." He examined the back of his paw, that dark smile on his muzzle. "They weren't laughing when I ripped out their favourite's throat *without* even using my weapon. The next day, they booed and called me a cheater. I was up against three others players. Killed them all without a second thought. Shame I had to use my weapon but that shut everyone up. After that, whenever I stepped on the field, everyone would just fall silent. They knew the name 'Revenant' brought death."
His blue eyes locked with mine. "Are you sure you want challenge that?"
I will not deny it. I was afraid. He inspired fear in me and... I do not know. For some reason, that made him more respectable. Perhaps it was because so far, I had been living in a dream world where I was flooded by fantasies of sex and the thrill of adventure. He reintroduced death and mortality to me, making everything so much more... *real*.
Was it bad to want the nightmare when the dream was so much better?
"If I win," I said, taking a few steps back and calling my power, "you do it. Agreed?"
He smiled and the discs in his palms summoned twin blades of translucent blue light. "And if I win?"
What could I, a dumb Tribal, offer him? What could he possibly want? At first, I thought I could offer him my body. If he defeated me, drinking his semen would give me his strength. But remembering how brutal he was to those thugs, I decided against it.
"Knowledge," I responded. "I will take you to someone who knows about the Seals."
That got his ears perked and his eyes narrowed. "I thought you didn't know about the F Seals?"
"I do not. But I know someone who does."
At least I hoped he knew.
Sam straightened, his expression completely unreadable. I would have thought he would be pleased with that prospect. When two blades of blue light sprang from his palms and wrapped around his wrists, I realised he had placed on his hunting face. Hunters from my tribe pulled expressions to intimidate their enemies; some looked utterly insane, others were wild and feral. Sam looked frightening.
"Deal."
Then he was upon me, his movements fast, lightning-like and at the same time, smooth and elegant. I was unable to even block and had to leap back in shock as he spun and cartwheeled towards me, blades extended. I never even saw him *throw* one of his light-blades at me. It grazed my right shoulder and sent me skittering to my left. He clearly wanted that and the instant his feet touched the ground, he was throwing himself at me, his shoulder slamming against my chest. I thought we would hit the ground in a tumble but he would not allow that.
Not even half a second after our bodies slammed together, he seized my injured shoulder with one hand, purposefully digging one finger into the open wound and used the grip to launch himself *over* me. I howled in pain at the wound opening even further but no more when he landed behind me, pressed his back against mine and slammed both his elbows into my back, just beneath my ribs. Sharp, shooting pain exploded across my back and I tumbled forward, crashing into the pier.
"You're too big."
I growled and glared at him but I was only met by an expressionless gaze. The sea breeze blew his short, golden-blonde hair aside, sweeping his long, black overcoat along with it. In that light, he looked just like my Jacob if you ignored the armour and white fur.
"You're all brute strength and power. You're fast. I can see the potential there. Those muscles are good for something. Use them."
"I shall!" I growled and leapt at his legs. He actually had the time to shake his head and give me a strange reprimanding sound like he was half-snarling, half-laughing, a sort of 'tsk-tsk-tsk' noise. Then he leapt up, *stepped* on my head and launched of. In the reflection his cast on the ocean's waters, I saw him leap into the air, somersault and sweep his arms wide. An array of light swords sprang around him like a pair of wings.
My heart leapt to my throat and I almost screamed for him to stop but then the pier was shoved into my muzzle. I heard the loud *thump-sizzle* of the blades striking the wood and I wondered if I was just too afraid to notice them biting into my flesh.
When I felt nothing, I looked up and found one of the swords just an *inch* away from my muzzle.
"Get up."
He stood over me, glaring down at me with his eyes unreadable. I might as well have been a pup again especially when he reached down and yanked me off my belly by the scruff of my neck. He pushed me back enough so that I could brush against the swords that were embedded into the pier to remind me he had *purposefully* missed me. When he strode forward, I retreated. When he gripped one of the swords and recalled it into his glove, I shrank further and further into my puppy-like state.
"You aren't going to save the world like that," Sam said, his voice dead and without any emotion. I would have been more comfortable if he snarled or seemed disgusted. The dull drawl gripped my heart with fear of the unknown. I had no idea what he was going to do. There was no way to guess his next action.
"What is holding you back?" he asked, the light in his right paw becoming a long, lashing whip. He cracked it ominously and I shied back.
"I..."
"It doesn't matter," Sam interrupted. "You want to hear me howl, then earn it!"
He lashed out with the whip and it came crashing towards me at an angle. I wanted to leap to my left - away from the attack - but I realise that was exactly what he wanted. I summoned the powers deep within me, feeling the energy coursing through my veins and the touch of nature throughout the world. I drew strength from my tribe, my family and my mate. I called upon that power to collect the shadows around me and thrust it into the air. A tentacle of darkness lanced up from the pier and stopped his whip.
Still no surprise.
What would it take for him to show some true emotion?
"Think again."
Those ominous words made me look at the whip but my shadows still held it firmly in place. I felt something crackle and sizzle against my nose and when I looked down, I found his blue blade levelled at me.
He tricked me!
"You -"
"Did I really?" he countered, as if reading my mind. "I just told you to think again. You should have thought again."
His knee came rushing up towards my gut but I managed to block the assault with both paws. However, his other leg came up in a brutal kick that caught my chin, sending my reeling back as he somersaulted backwards and came back up to a ready position.
Every strike he made was the perfect balance of speed, power and intelligence. He knew where to strike, when to strike and how much power to apply. It was like fighting Jacob... only one that was dark, emotionless and had no heart with each of his attacks. There was no passion in what he did or at least none that I could detect.
That puzzled me.
He thrust his paws forward, shooting blasts of light at me. They came close enough to drive me back but it didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me. Again, I questioned why. When the back of my foot brushed against the edge of the pier, my question was answered.
"Someone once told me that a fight is not won on the battlefield," Sam said darkly. "Some part is done up here." He tapped his temple. "Then there is here or here." He pointed at his gut and his groin. "The last is fought when your enemy is asleep sound in their bed thinking they're safe."
Pain exploded from my chest and blood came rushing up my throat.
"Don't think for a *second* that you're safe just because I need your information," Sam snarled into my ear. He yanked the light-sword from my chest, the wound burning and sizzling from contact with that mysterious weapon. With his free hand, he pushed me off the pier and I could only stare at him in shock as the cold, ocean's waters enveloped me.
The warmth was sucked from my limbs even more so as the salty waters swept into my wound, causing a terrible stinging sensation and making me feel cold inside. I watched Sam's silhouette past the waves vanish and blur into darkness. Some part of me begged for Jacob to come and save me from this menace.
I knew he would come.
Isn't that what he was meant to do as my Alpha?
No... he was my mate...
But I was not worthy of that title... I was a burden to him and here I was, expecting him to know just on a whim that I was about to die and to come save me.
My lungs began to burn but then something cold seized the scruff of my neck and pulled me abruptly back to the surface. Glorious, fresh air rushed back into my lungs and I found myself staring into Sam's eyes, cold, empty... just like the sea.
"You are weak," he said darkly. "Were you expecting someone to come and save you?"
I could barely muster a whimper.
"Well... If that's the case. Let's wait together."
Wait... Was that a genuine offer? Was the reason why he was so dead inside was because he was waiting for the right person to save him? Did he just need someone to help him through the darkness?
No.
He shoved my head back into the ocean and I spluttered, coughed and felt the salty water come rushing back into my throat. I screamed but no one heard me, not in the silence of the sea. I then was abruptly pulled back to the surface where Sam held me at eye-level.
"I'm going to keep you on the fringes of life until your supposed saviour comes and rescues you. Let's see which one of us gets what we want."
Then there was water again. I thrashed, tried to seized his arm to get him to release me but my claws just raked across cold armour. When he pulled me back up, I noticed that he was just *floating* over the waves. How was that even possible!? Even Jacob needed Spectre or some manifestation to grant him flight!
"What do you want!?" I begged.
His eyes locked with mine and for a second, I thought I saw something in those dark, sapphire orbs. He was looking for something... and he was looking for it in me. Without any other reply, he shoved my head back into the water and I struggled again but only half-heartedly. I saw something... and I think he saw something in me too...
He pulled me up again and this time, I stared deep into his eyes.
"You -" I managed to get out before he plunged me back into the cold waters.
This time, I did not struggle.
When he next pulled me up, I did not hesitate. "You are like me, are you not?"
He snarled, the first true sign of emotion he had aside from sarcasm, mockery and that expressionless mask he wore. I was shoved back into the waters and he held me under for a little longer. But I calmed. The panic washed away from me and as I came to realise what he wanted... and what I needed to be.
When I felt him pulled me back up to the surface, I opened eyes I never realised I closed and -
*WHAM!*
... punched his muzzle.
We both plunged into the ocean, my fist stinging from the strike. I swam expertly through the waves. Knowing he was covered in armour, he was likely to drown. To my surprise, he merely straightened in the water and shot straight upwards without even a single gesture. I followed him to the surface where broke through the waves and just hovered there, stiff and unmoving but with blood trickling from his nostrils.
He was mortal.
"You're fighting back," he observed.
And thus came my realisation.
"Because no one else will fight for me."
His muzzle halfpened as if he was about to reply with a snap but the ferocity in his fangs melted into a strangely gentle smile. Then he threw his head back and laughed. The sound is hoarse, gruff and like two rocks being ground against one another. I wasn't sure if he was crying or laughing but either way, it seemed like he hadn't laughed genuinely in a while.
"No one will fight your battles for you," he concluded, staring up at the moon above us. "I only I had learned that lesson a long time ago. Here I thought I had taken that lesson to heart but it seems I'm still waiting for my knight in shining armour to come and save me."
He turned around in mid-air like he was just walking on some invisible sidewalk. He started descending as if he were on steps towards the pier, his black coat billowing out behind him. When he reached the pier and stopped. I felt some strange force tug at my entire body and I was suddenly being lifted out of the water and gently being carried towards the pier. I didn't want to flail for fear of what might happen if I did.
I was seated on the edge of the wooden pier and he sat down beside me, our legs dangling from the edge.
"So what battle are you fighting?" he asked. "What fight are you just stalling and waiting for that someone to come save you?"
I wanted to tell him I was fighting for the world but... That just did not seem true anymore. My answer was stuck in my throat. It was clear in my mind but I just could not form the words for it. Instead, I just said, "Tell me yours first."
He chuckled darkly. His eyes just showed weariness now and when he rubbed them lightly, I could just see how tired he was. "I'm stuck," the wolf answered with a humourless laugh. "I embarked on a crusade to find out more about what plagues me but I just ended up back in square one; relying on others to support me and fighting useless battles that provide no answers. I keep hoping that something will come along that will give me that revelation that'll solve everything, that'll make everything fall together nicely but it never does. I try to convince myself that each battle brings me closer to the end but I just keep going around in circles. I'm going nowhere."
I watched his paws clenched into fists, the anger so evident in them. Unable to help myself, I reached out and took his paws in mind. Somehow, that stopped the shaking.
"Maybe the answers are there but you just are not looking. Where I come from, the first thing we are taught is to search clearly for the tracks of your prey for they can be hidden by the world around you." When you are hungry, the sun is blaring down on you or the storm is raging and other animals add their cries to the sounds of the world, it becomes hard to find your target."
"So how do you do it?" he asked. "How do you find your 'prey'."
I smiled and shrugged very easily. "I just breathe."
"Breathe?"
"Take a deep breath. The world will slow and you can learn."
He snorted. "That sounds just like what my friend told me about listening to me heart while there is peace."
"Your heart will not beat when you are not breathing."
His eyes snap open as if he was struck by cold water. "I'm not sure if you were just being cute or that is real advice."
I shuffled next to him, partially because the cool air against my wet fur was making me cold but also because he looked like he needed a hug. "Your heart is not the best thing to listen to when you are in turmoil. It races while even when you try to just listen to it. Slow everything, slow the world, slow your heart and *then* listen."
It was the words of my father echoing to me and I found myself listening to them too as I recited them. At the same time, Sam and I took our respective breaths and we listened to our hearts.
I did not know what mine said. I could only hear my own breath.
"You need to stop relying on others saving you."
I did not open my eyes as Sam's voice echoed in my ears.
"When you were getting beaten up in that alleyway, you were twice their size and with all the power you showed here, you could have beaten them. But you were waiting for someone to give you orders, waiting for that someone to safe you. If you want to survive, you need to fight."
I opened my eyes and smiled faintly at him. "So I have taught you to interpret your heart... and you have taught me to fight for myself."
Sam snorted and reached down his breastplate, taking out what appeared to be a golden key hanging on a chain. "This is what I get for jumping between worlds..." He closed a fist around it and let out a deep sigh. "But a fresh perspective is probably what I need right now."
He stood up and looked towards the moon.
A smile crossed his muzzle, a genuine smile and I saw the light re-enter his eyes. I do not know whether or not it was the moon reflected against his sapphire orbs or the starts twinkling but I will admit this now... I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Maybe it was how his blonde eyebrow framed the blue perfectly or the way the passion burned from deep beyond his eyes and was reflected in the inspired smile. I am ashamed to say it, but even Jacob never looked that... passionate. There was always some fragment of doubt in my mate's eyes but Sam... he was set on his path. I doubt even James Canis could come and break him down.
"Hey," Sam said, snapping me away from looking deeply into his eyes. Then, he breaks into a bright, shining grin that takes my breath away. It was like staring at a perfectly white, crescent moon. "Want to join me?"
"In what?" I ask.
He flicked his ears and suddenly, I understood.
"Now bear with me," he said, turning towards the moon. "I'm a little rusty."
"So am I," I lie.
We stand side by side and he clears his throat theatrically. I spread my legs, clench my fists and take a deep breath. I tip my head back and let out my loudest, proudest howl. I hear his howl beside mine. It is ragged, broken and shaky but it has exactly the same passion that I saw in his eyes. I heard the anguish in his voice but also the triumphant cry that declared to the world that he would work past the pain and fight his way past the cycle of misery that had engulfed him.
I do not know why... but that made me proud as well.
Our howls died in our throat but his was cut shorter than mine as he broke into a fit of coughs. It made me smile at just how... *mortal* he seemed now. He was so unstoppable before but now he was... I do not know... like me?
I patted his back and he began laughing.
"I told you this was stupid."
I needed to fight for myself, I could not keep waiting for others to save me nor could I continue to rely on other's charity. In Pollenburn, I had blindly accepted the help of others that had ultimately led me to commit a crime. I was led to Jacob but it seemed, that even my mate's crusade was flawed. I was led on this pilgrimage by my father and my tribe.
All my life, I had been told what to do.
It was time I did what *I* wanted to do.
"No." I replied. "This* is stupid."
Before he could ask 'what', I pressed my lips against his. He was only a little shorter than me, just a bit taller than Jacob so I did not have to lean down to kiss him. I felt him tense for a moment... and then melt into my arms. Our tongues brushed against one another. I reached for his arms but then he tensed again and pushed me away.
"No denying that was incredibly hot," he said, holding up a finger. "But come on, I almost killed you. You really want to do this?"
I stared into his eyes.
"Yes."
He closed his eyes, a sad smile on his muzzle. His right hand pointed towards Angelsea and light spilled out of his palms and formed a brilliant, blue, translucent door just a few feet from us.
"Sorry, stud," he said, turned towards the portal he had just conjured. "I'm going to have to take a raincheck."
"But -" I began, reaching for him but he slipped away from my paws and pushed the door open. Beyond was only darkness. I felt as if I should not let him return to that world of depression and darkness.
"Listen," he said, a gentle smile on his muzzle, "if you follow me through this door, you're probably going to end up in some old lady's bathroom who will scream, wail for the police and hit you with her purse until you get out of there. But..." He broke into that dazzling smile again. "... if you manage to stay alive, next time I'm in town, I'll give you a call, okay?"
I opened my mouth to protest but he interrupted me.
"Oh, and you can't tell anyone about this, promise?"
I only nodded once and he was suddenly through the door and he shut it behind him. The door stood in front of me, inviting me. My time was scant, however, as a moment later it began to dissipate. It crackled and let out sparks. Chips of the translucent light fell off and disappeared into the air.
The feeling in my heart struggled with one another. Jacob was my mate, I was committed to him but... what was this I was feeling for Sam? Why did I want him suddenly? He *did* try to kill me... admittedly, he saved me.
Joul's words came back into my head.
*'Rillotia is different from Oxis. You best learn fast or you might end up hurting those around you that really do care.'*
And then Sam's...
*'I good friend of mine told me once that if I ever found a fragment of peace, I should just try to stop and listen. Your heart might just say something.'*
I knew nothing about the world around me and I would only continue to hinder those I cared about if I waiting for them to help me become better. But here was someone who truly helped me become stronger and he had just stepped through the door, leaving me alone.
What could I do?
I closed my eyes.
I took a deep breath.
And listened...
My heart only said one thing.
*'No one else will fight for me.'*
My eyes snapped open and I threw myself at the door. Contact with the fading, blue substance burned my fur and skin but I did not care. I threw it open and stepped through.
Instead of the darkness that I had seen, however, I found myself standing in what appeared to be a big, white facility of some sort. It looked like the metal interior of Eden only everything was white and all the people inside were dressed in white coats... except for the children dressed in strange clothing staring up at me with wide eyes.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
Dock-taur Oculus stepped out from the crowd of white-clothed people. Behind him was Add-Me-Rall Jenkins. The orca did not look pleased but Oculus was beaming brightly.
"Isn't that one of the Branded?" the crocodile asked.
"Leonardo Custer," Jenkins answered. "The dumb Tribal."
I forced myself not to bristle to defend myself and just gave them an innocent look. "What is this?" I asked. "Why is everyone dressed in white?"
Oculus just beamed. "You shall find out soon enough. Why don't we you follow me, son? I have something to show you."
I did not like the way he grinned at me.
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Chapter One:
It's been a quiet week here in Pismo Beach. I'm still recuperating from my role as a glory hole stud. My friend, Lynette, asked me to entertain a lady from Iowa she had met. Lynette is the Assistant Manager at our local adult sex shop. She set her friend up in one of the video booths and had me stuff my cock through the glory hole from the adjoining booth. Marta, the Iowa cutie used her mouth and sweet pussy to coax two orgasms from me.
After my duties were completed, the three of us spent the remainder of that day back at Lynette's house. We experimented with various positions and sex toys that Lynette owns. Suffice it to say the three of us enjoyed using butt plugs, strapns, vibrators, and for me a very tight cock ring. It kept my shaft hard enough to please both ladies several times. I was also able to use my oral skills to keep their pussies wet and flowing with cum.
I am dozing in front of my flat screen when my cell phone lights up and gets me to my feet. It's Karen on the other side. She and I met a couple of months ago on Amtrak. We met in the Observation Car when she spotted me reading a James Patterson novel. Since he is one of her favorite authors, she sat down, and we struck up a friendly conversation.
As the train rambled through the High Sierra Mountains, I learned that she was on her way to Chicago to stay with her daughter and new baby granddaughter. At the time she was wearing a cute sweatshirt that read *Grandmas Are Cool.* I have to say she filled out that sweatshirt quite nicely. Her big tits stretched the material to the bursting point. Anyway, I was traveling to Denver to meet up with some high school friends that I'm hadn't seen in many years. After enjoying a long conversation with Karen, where I found out that she is a widow living in Santa Clara, California, she asked me to join her for dinner. I gladly accepted.
Karen had reserved a sleeper since she was traveling for two days. This allowed her privacy to change clothes and when we met for dinner... Wow! She was dressed in a smart looking black dress, cut at mid-thigh. The front was low-cut and every time she bent over her breasts threatened to spill out. Karen displayed a lot of cleavage. I am sure it was for my benefit, because each time she caught me staring she flashed a knowing smile.
Dinner was lovely, and the wine was flowing. After dinner, we parted ways; she to her sleeper and me to the standard coach seat. As we walked back, I suggested that we meet again in the future, perhaps a camping trip to Big Sur for some great hiking and beach time might be fun. She responded *That would be delicious. Let's make plans.*
I thought that would be the last time I saw Karen, boy was I wrong. Around 11:30 at night I felt a tap on my shoulder and awoke to find Karen standing over me wearing a light purple satin nightgown that left little to the imagination. She thought I would be uncomfortable sleeping in the chair all night and welcomed me to share her bed. At first it was just to sleep, but somewhere in the middle of the night we woke up with my hardn pressing into her ass. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and that was the start of a beautiful night of making love. Actually, it was early morning around 2:00 AM. We were fueled in our passion by a couple in the sleeper next door who were very loud and fucking their brains out. That was quite an adventure, it was our adventure of "Riding the Rails".
You can see why I am now incredibly excited that Karen is calling.
"Hi Karen, it's so great to hear your voice again. How was your stay in Chicago? Did you enjoy your time with the grand baby?"
"Hi Rob, it's so nice to hear you again too. I wanted to call sooner, but I just got home from Chicago. I stayed a lot longer than planned and was constantly busy with the kids. I didn't want them to hear our conversation and then try to explain myself. But every day I thought of you and our special night."
"It definitely was a special night. I keep playing it back in my mind, you are an incredible lover."
"Well thank you and so are you. I might add you have a very talented tongue that I hope to experience again. I love Chicago, it's such a lively city and so much to do. That's part of the reason, I stayed so much longer. So many sites to see and especially nice to be with my granddaughter. She is so precious. So, remember when we talked about meeting up in Big Sur? I know it's a couple of months later than we planned, but can we make it happen?"
"Geez Karen, do you even have to ask? Yes, we are going to make it happen. I'll check out a few parks online and let you know what I find. I can pick you up and we'll take the trailer down the Coast Highway."
"Oh no Rob, that's way out of your way, I couldn't let you do that. Let's meet in Big Sur and I'm sure we'll have the time of our lives. I still can't get the sounds of that other couple on the train out of my head. They got me so horny, well you remember, we had quite the night ourselves."
My cock is getting hard just speaking with Karen, "I'm sure we can recreate some of those sounds ourselves in my trailer, and we won't have to worry about the neighbors hearing us."
"Rob, you are bad, and I love it so much. You pick the spot and we'll meet next Monday in Big Sur. I can't wait. My vibrator is going to get a lot of use between now and then."
"Well I'd better make that reservation right now, otherwise we'll be burning up the phone lines with phone sex."
"That wouldn't be such a bad thing. But, you're right, you need to make reservations right now. Text me with the details and I'll be on my way."
"Good night my love."
Karen whispers a sexy, "Bye."
My cell line drops off and I feel a bit of sweat on my brow, not to mention a raging hardn. I'll need to relieve this soon, but right now I need RV reservations. I surf the web for various locations in Big Sur. I have a few to choose from and spend time looking at the websites and reading reviews. Some are mega-expensive, and others are more reasonably priced. But that's to be expected in this area along the California coast.
One RV Park has a great location close to the ocean, but it only garnered three stars on Yelp. I look closer and most of the negative reviews are about the size of the spaces and lack of amenities. The consensus is if you have a trailer over thirty feet, look somewhere else and if you have a motor home, don't even bother. One positive review said the park overlooks Highway 1 with a gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean. The grounds harken back to the hippy days of the 60s and 70s when Big Sur was the capital of free love. But don't expect the luxuries found at most RV resorts.
Well, this sounds intriguing as I only have a 25-foot trailer and I don't need any resort amenities. I have a queen size bed and room to share it with Karen. That's all I need. The view of the Pacific Ocean is a definite plus. Upon further inspection, this park doesn't even have a website, only a phone number to call.
I make the phone call and speak to a lady with a quiet, unassuming voice. I ask about pricing, the sites and layout of the facility. She relates that it is a small park with only fifteen sites, currently there are plenty available for the following week and the price is a steal for the area. In the back of my head, I think that something might be amiss, but I go for it anyway. After all Karen and I might never leave my trailer. I provide my registration details and credit card number. I ask for the confirmation number and she says she doesn't have one, she just writes names on a sheet of paper. This place is definitely low tech. Then she adds *you can have number five for a number* and laughs. Well, I guess I am rolling the dice on this place.
I text Karen and let her know we are set for the week, Monday through Friday, and send her the address. She texts back that she forgot about an appointment on Monday but will arrive first thing Tuesday morning. She added... *don't go looking for any company on Monday, I want that hard cock all to myself for the week.* Well, this hard cock needs relief right now, so I am off to find my Fleshlight.
Chapter Two:
The road to Big Sur winds along the California coast with spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean. As I approach the RV Park near McWay Beach, I nearly pass it by. There is only a small handmade sign posted on the side of the road pointing to a narrow dirt path. This is not your typical resort. I pull my rig along the dirt path 500 yards until I see a log cabin with a sign stating 'office'. A quick look around affirms this is no resort, however I do see several spaces that contain electric and water hook-ups.
I step inside the office and am greeted by a lovely lady wearing a colorful caftan with long straight hair highlighted by strands of grey. My first impression is that she is a child of the sixties generation. Her broad smile covers a face devoid of any makeup. She picks up a clipboard and studies the sheet of paper.
"Welcome, you must be Rob. You are the only one scheduled to arrive today. I'm Ginger the owner and official greeter."
I extend my hand, "Hi, I am indeed Rob. This is a lovely setting; however I almost drove right by it. You are definitely secluded back here."
Ginger laughs, "Yes we are, we're a wonderful secret for only a select group. If you want to experience what it was like back in the 60s and 70s, this is the place. My parents built this cabin as part of a commune back then; complete with hot tub and private beach. I really hope you'll enjoy your experience. We only have four reservations for this week, so drive around and pick any open space, just come back and let me know which one you pick."
"Thank you Ginger, I will. This all seems very informal, you don't have a web presence, confirmation numbers, assigned spaces. I love it already. Oh, by the way, I'll be joined by my lady friend tomorrow morning. Her name is Karen."
"I'll keep an eye out for her. But for now, just pretend you're back in the free love era, and you'll have a great stay. If you need anything at all, just ask, I live right here in the cabin."
I head out to look for a space along a circular drive, wondering what Ginger meant by *I'll have a great stay if I pretend*. I see the other three RVs settled in the park; they are spread out around the circle. I spot an open space to the left of a hiking trail that looks promising. As I drive around the circle, I pass a small Airstream. An older lady standing next to the door, smiles and waves. I wave back and do a double-take as I realize she is topless. Her pendulous breasts sway back and forth with her movement. I'm beginning to wonder just what is going on here.
I settle into my space, level my trailer and hook up my water and electric. I look over to the Airstream and the lady baring her tits has vanished. I begin to think I imagined it. Maybe I'm just too wound up over the prospect of being with Karen again. Speaking of which, I text her that I have arrived and let her know about the near hidden entrance to the RV Park.
I set up a couple of my camp chairs and grab a beer to sit outside. A warm mid-May breeze flowing out to the ocean presents a perfect day to relax. I stare out to the blue sea just beyond the coastal highway and contemplate Karen's arrival. My sunglasses cut down the reflective glare.
I'm wistfully thinking about Karen when I hear a door slam. I look back to the middle of the park where the sound came from and see the lady with the Airstream walking toward me. Oh my god, she is topless. I wasn't hallucinating after all. As she gets closer, I get a better view. She is wearing a tie-dye skirt that reaches the ground and is holding a glass of wine. Her breasts are large with some sag, much like Karen's. They swing to and fro with each step and look very alluring. Her thumb size nipples are centered within wide, light pink areole and appear to be quite erect.
I wonder if this is what Ginger meant by the free love era. This pretty lady doesn't bother to cover up, rather she seems very nonchalant about being topless. I stand as she walks right up to me and extends her free hand.
"Hi, I'm Audrey. It's nice to meet you, isn't it a lovely day?"
It's a good thing I'm wearing my sunglasses, otherwise she would see my eyes bugging out. I force myself to look her in the face, however, behind my sunglasses, my eyes dart up and down her perfect form.
"Hi, I'm Rob. It's nice to meet you too. I love your Airstream, they are so nice. Have you had it long?"
I offer Audrey a chair to sit and try to keep the conversation light in order to keep my cock in check. Audrey smiles and takes a sip of wine. As she lifts her hand to her mouth, I stare at her hanging tits with the erect nipples. I wonder if the breeze is keeping them hard.
"I've owned it for a couple of years; I bought it used. Ginger found it for me. One of her regular campers moved up to a brand new 35-foot Airstream and I was able to get a real deal on it. I don't know many people who can afford a new one. Unfortunately, that couple can't stay here anymore. Their new rig is too big for the park."
"No, I don't know many people who can afford one either. It looks like yours fits nicely in that space. So, you know Ginger? She seems like a nice lady."
Audrey stretches her shoulders back which makes her boobs push forward. I enjoy the view and I sip my beer while she speaks.
"Yes, she is. We were college roommates back in the late 80s and have remained best friends since then. She lets me camp here at a reduced rate, but don't tell her I told you"
Audrey laughs, and her tits shake back and forth. She continues talking as if it is quite natural for her to be topless. Uh oh, I feel my cock begin to stir. I hope I can keep it in check while we chat.
Audrey continues, "I love this park. The ocean view is spectacular, and the beach provides a lot of privacy. Ginger inherited the property from her parents and she is trying to maintain it like it was in the 60s and 70s. Have you seen the hot tub yet? It's a real throwback."
I take another sip of beer and stare, "No, not yet. I thought I'd rest a while and then look around. It sure is peaceful."
"It's very peaceful. Are you camping here alone?"
I realize Audrey sees only me and I think about what I should say, but I must stay true to Karen.
"I am tonight, but I expect a lady friend to join me tomorrow. We have reservations for the next five days."
Audrey grins, "Well, if you are free this evening, I would love to have you over for dinner. I'm cooking spaghetti and garlic bread. You can see the inside of the Airstream. I made a few changes to the interior with Ginger's help."
I let Audrey know that would be wonderful and thank her for the invitation. I ask her if I can bring anything and she says no, just my lovely personality. She stretches once again and tells me that she is going to grab a nap before dinner.
"Come on over around five and we'll share a bottle of wine before dinner. I'll give you a quick tour and then we can indulge ourselves in pasta. I'm so glad you found this little slice of heaven, Rob."
I smile and think to myself, *not as much as me Audrey.*
Audrey takes a final gulp of wine and clinks her empty glass against my bottle of beer. She turns and walks back to her trailer. As she heads to her Airstream, I look down and see my shaft pressing against my shorts. My bulge is readily apparent and I'm sure Audrey noticed. I keep my eyes glued to her svelte form until she opens her Airstream's door and slips inside. I need to slip inside my trailer and take care of a hard cock. I hadn't planned on masturbating so early today, but then again, I hadn't planned on seeing Audrey's boobs either.
As soon as I shut my trailer door, my shorts come off and I hop up on my queen size bed, cock in hand. I grip my dick with my right hand and stroke. A mental picture of Audrey has me at the point of no return. I picture her perfect swaying breasts and hard pink nipples. I tighten my grip around my throbbing shaft and erupt. Several thick ropes cum launch up in the air and land on my belly. A few more spurts dribble onto my fingers as I pump through a very satisfying orgasm. I raise my hand to my nose and inhale. I love the sweet smell of my cum. I think to myself *Karen cannot get here soon enough. I wish she was here right now.* I doze off to a picture of Audrey's tits covered in my semen.
After a quick snooze, I am totally refreshed and cleaned up by five to five. Even though Audrey said I didn't need to bring anything to the party, I feel obliged to add to tonight's dinner. At precisely five o'clock, I knock on the Airstream door with fresh strawberries in one hand. Audrey opens the door and invites me inside. I can smell the marinara sauce simmering on the stove. I present the fruit and am rewarded with a kiss on the cheek.
"I told you to only bring yourself, but the strawberries are a welcome addition. Thank you so much. Come in and look around. Tell me what you think."
By the way, Audrey is no longer topless, although she might as well be. She is still wearing her tie-dye skirt, but now she has added a pink sleeveless tee that does nothing to hide her stiff nipples. I can see the faint outline of her wide areole through the thin material, but her nipples are on high beam. I'm not complaining.
"Ginger thought it would be fun to go retro with the interior, so I chose some colorful paisley material for backsplashes in the kitchen area and bathroom. We replaced all the door handles and fixtures with bronze accents. And you see the shag carpet. Take your shoes off and tell me what you think. It's so soft, isn't it?"
I kick off my trainers and slide my toes through the soft floor covering.
"Audrey this is so nice. Your trailer has an ambiance of 70s hippy. It reminds me of some of the vans from back in the day."
"I know, doesn't it? Well dinner is almost ready, would be a dear and pull the garlic bread out of the oven while I dish up the spaghetti. I poured us some red wine to complement our meal. Let's dig in."
Earlier, I was so transfixed by Audrey's tits, I didn't get a true vision of her facial features. She is strikingly beautiful with full pouty lips, sparkling green eyes and a cute dimple on her left cheek. It appears every time she smiles, which is often. Her dirty blond hair cascades down to her shoulders. I'm sure the hair color is from a bottle, since she and Ginger were in college during the late eighties, which puts them in their late forties or early fifties. I'm not going to ask.
We trade many stories as we eat. Audrey asks about Karen and how we met. I tell her all about our meeting on the train but leave out the sexual details. She is a nurse and works four days on and four days off. This provides a regular routine for her RV adventures, but she admits most of them are right here in the park.
Audrey inquires, "Did you get a chance to see the hot tub?"
I admit that I did not, and that I chose to take a little siesta before dinner. Of course, I didn't elaborate on masturbating with images of her big breasts floating through my head.
"I'll take you down to see it after dinner. Ginger said she would be there this evening, soaking her tired bones."
Dinner is delightful, and I tell Audrey that she outdid herself. There is a bit of a sexual vibe, as Audrey's nipples remain erect all the way through dessert. I offer to help with dishes, but she will hear nothing of the sort. She said the dishes will soak in the sink and we can go soak in the hot tub.
'Rob let's go down to the hot tub and find Ginger. She keeps towels down there, so you don't need to take anything."
Audrey grabs my hand as we leave her Airstream. I find it strange that she hasn't changed into a swimsuit or ask me about what I'm going to wear. She pulls me down the narrow path near my trailer. She is a lady on a mission. We walk down about 50 yards and come upon a wooden deck about 100 feet wide by 50 feet long with a large wooden hot tub in the middle. The hot tub is right out of 1970s and looks like it could accommodate at least 20 people.
My first thought is this would be the perfect location for an old school porn film. I can picture couples fucking on the deck while many others are humping in the spa. Tonight though, only Ginger is relaxing in the oversized tub of hot water. There is a 10-foot pole sticking up next to the hot tub with a bare light bulb shining down. It provides the only light other than the moon and stars.
Ginger sees us approach and waves us over to the tub. There is a wooden bench next to the tub with several towels on it, just as Audrey had mentioned.
Ginger smiles, "Hey you two, come on in. The water is hot and feels good on my achy bones. Hi Rob, I see you have met my friend Audrey. I hope she's been treating you well and behaving herself? She can be a sexy little minx."
"I have to say she's been the perfect hostess. She introduced herself this afternoon and then invited me over for a delicious spaghetti dinner this evening. Her Airstream has quite the retro look. Audrey said you had a hand in the design."
"I did indeed. Now come on in and join us in the tub."
"Ginger, I'm not exactly dressed for the water."
"Silly man, we don't dress for the hot tub, we get naked for the hot tub. Now off with your clothes."
I look over to the side and see Audrey has already removed her pink tee. Her big tits sway as she pushes her skirt down to the deck and steps out of it. She's not wearing underwear and her pussy is covered with a full bush of dark hair. Ginger reaches up and helps Audrey step down into the tub. She slinks down into the water and sits right next to Ginger. They both look at me and motion for me to hurry up.
"Come on Rob, take those clothes off. Ginger and I want to see some cock."
I watch Audrey turn and kiss Ginger on the lips. Ginger returns the kiss and wraps her arms around her college roommate. I'm dumbfounded, I was not expecting this scene. Almost on cue, they both tell me to hurry up and get in the water. Well, when in Rome? I'll have quite a story for Karen tomorrow.
I feel a bit awkward as they both know I'm attached to Karen this week. I wonder if a threesome is in store tonight. I unbuckle my shorts and push them down to my feet along with my boxers. My cock springs up and garners some whistles from the ladies. I finish undressing and step down into the wooden tub.
Ginger stands up to grab my hand. Her boobs emerge from the water and I am treated to a first look. Although, not as large as Audrey's, they are nice and round with small red nipples protruding from her alabaster skin. Her nipples immediately harden from the cool night air. Audrey reaches up and pinches her left nipple. Ginger swats her hand and pulls me down into the hot water.
Ginger whispers, "Now, doesn't this feel delightful."
I admit, "It is very nice. Look up at all the stars. I love the Big Sur sky."
Audrey confirms, "Yes, me too. It's one reason I love camping here. The stars and this precious lady."
Audrey slides against Ginger and pulls her in for another kiss. This one lasts much longer, and I watch their tongues play against each other. I feel my cock harden beneath the water. Audrey palms Ginger's tits as they continue to kiss. I move off to the side and watch the ladies enjoy each other's company. Several minutes pass before Audrey looks over.
"Gee, I'm sorry Rob, I guess we shouldn't ignore you. Too bad Karen isn't here tonight, we could all play together. When do you expect her to arrive?"
"Hopefully, first thing in the morning. She can't get here soon enough because watching you two is making my cock throb."
Ginger pipes in, "Sorry Rob, I guess we got a bit carried away. Tomorrow should be a lovely, warm day. When Karen gets here, take her down to the beach. The path next to the deck goes under the highway and leads to our private beach. You can only get there from this path, so you two will have plenty of privacy. The sandy beach is perfect for making love."
"Have you ever been to Avila Beach in my neck of the woods? I love to sunbathe in the clothingptional area. Occasionally you'll catch people screwing out by the rock formations."
"Audrey responds, "Yep, Ginger and I have been there a few times. We know about the big rocks. We made love there once. I hope we're not making you uncomfortable with our honesty. We would love to take care of that beautiful cock for you, but we're committed to each other. Maybe you can ask Karen for a blowjob as soon as she gets here."
I watch Audrey as she speaks. Her hand is underwater and is moving freely between Ginger's thighs. I believe she is playing with her pussy. Ginger's eyes are closed, and she seems to enjoy the attention. I grab my shaft and pump it a few times. As I squeeze my shaft, I see Ginger shudder a little bit. I bet she just enjoyed a nice orgasm.
Ginger's eyes flutter open and she smiles at me. She stands up and water cascades over her round boobs.
"Well Rob, I think Audrey and I are going to call it a night. Be sure to tell Karen to make herself at home this week. Let her know, it's OK to go topless and sunbathe around the park. I'm sure you would love that. And do take her to the beach."
Audrey stands up next to Ginger and they help each other get out of the hot tub. As they stand on the deck drying each other, I see that Ginger also has a nice full bush between her thighs. I think these ladies love the 1970s fashions all too much. I stand on the hot tub bench and step out. My cock is rock hard and points out ninety degrees. Ginger and Audrey give me approving winks.
Ginger adds, "I think Karen is a very lucky lady."
I stroke my shaft a few times for their benefit and they both chuckle. I grab a towel to wrap around my waist, collect my clothes and the three of us walk back up the path. I escort them to Audrey's Airstream and leave them with a kiss on the cheek. I walk over to my trailer and a date with my Fleshlight.
Chapter Three:
Tuesday morning begins with a brilliant sun and blue skies overhead. It's too nice not to be outdoors, so I setup my camp stove on the table outside my trailer. Time to cook up some sausage and eggs while I anticipate Karen's arrival. While the coffee pot heats up on the burner, I look across the way to Audrey's Airstream. She is already outside laying on a chaise lounge and catching some rays. She is topless and applying sunscreen to her generous breasts. I have a momentary thought of running over and helping spread the lotion. I watch her grip and massage each giant boob slathering them with protection. She sees me watching and waves. My desire for Karen to get here is magnified.
Almost as if on cue, I see a canary yellow Mini-Cooper with a black top moving around the central loop which draws my attention away from Audrey and her very suckable nipples. The small car pulls up in front my trailer and stops. An older lady with willowy legs steps out - Karen!
I drop everything and rush to her side. We embrace, and our lips meet for a prolonged kiss. Finally, she is in my arms for the first time since we left each other in Denver. We enjoyed a final meal after a night of passion. Our hug is tight, and I feel the firm flesh of her breasts for the first time in three months. My cock responds to our union and Karen presses her hips into mine searching for my hard shaft.
We break apart to catch our collective breath and stare into each other's eyes. Her blue eyes sparkle. It's almost as if I am seeing her for the first again. Her lovely auburn locks cut short, but a tad longer than three months ago, pouty lips that I now know are very kissable and narrow hips leading to a very sweet pussy. She is wearing a short summer dress adorned with flowers on a yellow background matching the color of her car. The top is cut straight across, held up by one-inch straps. It is low enough to show of the tops of her round breasts which are no doubt pushed up by a designer bra from her girlfriend's lingerie shop.
"Karen, you look glorious this morning, did you have any problem finding this place?"
"Rob, I'm so happy to be here with you. I've missed you. No, I didn't have any problem thanks to your advice about looking for the small handmade sign. I pulled right in and stopped at the front desk. It is charming, and I met Ginger. She directed me right to your space. She also said that you mentioned me and have been gushing about my staying with you. How sweet are you?"
"I may have mentioned something about meeting a very sexy lady and couldn't wait for her arrival as she is an incredibly hot sexual dynamo in bed."
Karen punches me, "You didn't say that."
"Well I left out the part about sexual dynamo, as that is for my knowledge only. I'm glad you met Ginger, she is nice and owns the park. She inherited the land from her parents. It's a long story, so I'll tell you all about it later. Ginger has a very special girlfriend staying here this week, she is over across the way in that Airstream."
Karen looks over to the other side of the park and sees Audrey sunning herself on the chaise lounge. Karen stops dead in her tracks when she realizes Audrey is topless and her big tits, glowing with sunscreen, are on display. Audrey sees us staring and waves to us.
"Oh my god Rob, that lady is topless! What is that all about? Do you know her?"
I hold Karen's hand as I explain Ginger's rules for the park and if you are so inclined, you may enjoy the freedom of being au natural. I relate how Ginger's parents found this as a commune in the late 60s and how Ginger wants to hold on to some of the past.
"Yes, that is Audrey. She is Ginger's girlfriend and lover. They were college roommates. She came over yesterday and introduced herself and welcomed me to the park."
Karen is still recovering from the shock, "And was she like that when she introduced herself."
"What do you mean, topless? Yes, she was, and I was just as shocked as you are now."
"Oh, I bet you were mister. I bet you were loving every minute of it. This is going to take a moment for me to wrap my head around this scene."
I tease Karen, "Well, yes I was loving it all. She has nice tits and they're spectacular up close. She asked me to rub sunscreen on them and I couldn't refuse. But, of course, no one compares to the lady standing right next to me. By the way, yours look incredible. Are you wearing a new bra from your friend's lingerie shop?"
Karen turns and slugs me in the shoulder. She can't hide the smile on her face. The coffee on my camp stove begins to boil and draws our attention back to our own little world.
"I was just about to make breakfast, I hope you are hungry? Sausage and eggs OK?"
"More than OK. I left my house at six o'clock and have been on the road for two and one-half hours. I'm starving. Before you start cooking, help me with my suitcase."
We walk to the rear of her car and she opens the hatch.
"Karen, I love your Mini-Cooper, it looks brand new. And the color just suits you."
"Thanks. It is brand new, I just picked it up at the dealer over the weekend. This is her maiden voyage. I'm getting those retro personalized plates for her. K-O-O-L G-R-M."
"Cool Grandma? Just like your sweatshirt? Karen, you are too cute, and way to sexy to be a grandmother."
"I think you are saying that just so you can get into my panties. Now, grab this suitcase."
Karen is so right, I do want to get into her panties. I pull her suitcase out and take it inside the trailer. Karen follows and is very surprised by the inside decor. She plops down on the bed and tests out the mattress.
"Rob, this is beautiful, so much room. I love all the counter space and this bed is so comfy. I had no idea they made trailers with all these amenities. Wow, a microwave and flat screen TV. You do travel in style. So, how many ladies have enjoyed this queen size bed?"
"Let's see, I think you will be number nine."
We both laugh at my comment. She knows I am just kidding. But then again, I'll never reveal my secrets.
"Oh you! I know I should never believe you."
"Well you can believe one thing, I am so happy that you are here, and we have the whole week together."
Karen stands up and we hug again, this time it's even tighter. Our lips press together for a deep soulful kiss. Karen pulls away and, as I catch my breath inquiries about breakfast. Oh yeah, she said she was starving. Once outside, I grab the coffee pot and pour us a cup. We clink cups and I start the process for breakfast. We'll be eating in no time at all. I begin with the sausage.
"Rob, I can't get over how lovely this park is. And the view of the ocean from here, it's just beautiful."
I concentrate on breakfast while Karen walks around and enjoys the morning sunshine. While I tend the sausage, I see Karen start to walk toward Audrey's camp site.
"Hey Karen, where are you going?"
She holds her coffee in one hand and uses the other to wave me off. She keeps on walking, oh no, what is she up to. I can only stand here and watch as she approaches Audrey. I see Audrey get up from her lounger and the two ladies meet face to face, Audrey's boobs are on full display. I can't hear what is being discussed, but both ladies seem very animated. My eyes shift from the sausage to the girls and back to the sausage. I don't want to burn our breakfast. After several minutes, I see Karen and Audrey hug each other. Karen turns and walks back toward me while Audrey settles back into her chaise lounge.
I must ask, "Karen, what was that all about?"
She smiles, "I just had to meet Audrey. Any lady who can display her breasts in public, as if it is the natural thing to do, has got to be an interesting person. She seems to be a delightful lady."
"What did you talk about?"
"We talked about you, of course. No, she said you are such a nice guy and have been talking non-stop about me and how much you were looking forward to this week. She said I am a very lucky lady and that if she wasn't so committed to Ginger, she just might try to steal you away. I think she was just kidding. She also told me that I must take you down to the beach today and make passionate love on the sand. Which is just what I intend to do."
"She said all that?"
"Yes, she did. And you are right, she does have gorgeous boobs. Now, how is breakfast coming along? I told you I'm starving. Do you think, I should be topless for breakfast?"
"I would love for you to be topless for the entire week my dear. Breakfast is almost ready, I'm cooking up the omelets right now. Would you please grab the orange juice from the fridge? It's such a nice day I want to eat out here."
Karen goes for the juice as I serve up the eggs. She returns after several minutes and looks a little different. Aside from putting on her yellow sun hat and sun glasses, something else has changed. It takes me a minute, but I realize she has removed her push-up bra. Her boobs are now free floating under her sun dress. They sway with each step and look very alluring. I don't say anything yet.
We sit on the shady side of the table, knee to knee and thigh to thigh. I see the definite outline of her naked breasts and erect nipples. We enjoy our first meal of the day and catch up on the past three months. We look over to Audrey from time to time who has not moved from her quiet perch on the chaise lounge. Karen tells me all about her grand baby and the things she did in Chicago. I tell her about my recent trips and changes I have made around the house. I leave out my recent stint as a glory hole stud. After breakfast, Karen helps with the dishes and then suggests that we take a trip down to the ocean. She wants to see this secluded beach for herself. I am all for it, if it means we will be making love on the sand.
I head inside the trailer to change into shorts and my Hawaiian t-shirt. Karen asks me to grab the bag on the bed, she said it has sunscreen, bottled water and some snacks. I grab my floppy hat, sunglasses and the bag. I already have some towels on the table outside. When I pick up the bag, I notice Karen's bra and red satin thong laying on the bed. Mmm. I can't resist, I pick up her thong and inhale her fragrance. It's exactly what I remember from our train ride tryst.
Outside, I give the bag to Karen, collect the towels and her soft hand. We walk down the path hand in hand toward the ocean. In fifty yards, we pass the wooden deck and hot tub. I remark that after the beach, we should make use of the hot tub. I tell Karen it reminds me of some 1970 porn movie, but the hot water feels great.
"Wow Rob, that does look so retro. So, you've already been in it? When was that?"
I confess, "Last night with Ginger and Audrey. I guess they use it every night."
"And tell me, is it clothingptional too?"
Uh oh, I may have spoken to soon. I give Karen a sheepish grin and confess.
"Yes, we were nude. In my defense, Audrey was the one who forced me to go. Ginger was already in the tub when we arrived."
"So, you saw them, and they saw you? That might explain why Audrey said I was a lucky lady. I bet your cock was hard, wasn't it? Seeing those two ladies in the nude, their big tits staring you in the face."
"Like they say in the movies, *It ain't half bad*."
Karen tugs my arm and leads me further down the path, under the highway and to the shore. Our beach is more like a small cavern with the high cliffs on either side and a patch of sand, maybe fifty feet across. It is secluded and intimate, definitely not Avila. We walk over to the far right and Karen puts the bag down. I hand her one towel and we place them on a patch of level sand, side by side. We walk out to the water hand in hand. We test the water with our bare feet and it is oh so cold. There will be no swimming today.
I grab Karen by the hips and place a wet kiss on her lips. Our tongues mingle as the waves crash to the shore.
"Welcome to our slice of paradise, Karen. This is exactly what I had in mind when we talked about Big Sur."
"It is spectacular and very private, but you know what I want to do?
"What's that?"
"Make love on the beach."
And with that, Karen pops the two buttons holding the straps on her sundress. It slithers to the sand and she is completely nude. Unlike the sleeper on the train where the light was very dim, I now have a picture-perfect view of my naked friend. Her boobs look even bigger and rounder. The ocean breeze has her deep red nipples fully erect and jutting out at least a half inch. The nicely trimmed landing strip of gray pubic hair adorns her mound. She does a slight curtsy and then orders me to strip.
"All right big boy show me the goods, like you showed the ladies last night. Drop your shorts."
I do as I am told and my cock springs up, slapping against my abdomen. No bit of cool breeze is going to keep me down; not with this amazing nude lady standing next to me. Karen grabs my shaft.
"Very nice, I guess I am a very lucky lady."
"Karen is that a new look for you down there?"
"Yes, do you like it? I did it for you after that amazing tongue of yours licked my pussy. I visited a waxing salon for the very first time. I'm hoping you will give me an encore."
We move down onto our towels and sit thigh to thigh. I put my arm around her and hold her close. Her skin is soft and warming up under the morning sun. We turn to each other and kiss some more. Karen massages the inside of my thigh. The back of her hand rubs my shaft, so I flex a couple of times to get her attention. She takes the bait and grabs my cock again. This time she pumps me up and down quite vigorously.
"Karen, do you think we should use some sunscreen to protect us?"
I grab the sunscreen and rub some lotion onto Karen's back. She takes the tube and squirts several spurts onto her breasts before passing the bottle back. Karen rubs the protective lotion all around her tits and stomach. I just watch, knowing I should be the one spreading the lotion. She runs her hands down to her 'new look' mons and pussy lips.
Karen lays down on her stomach and asks me to protect her backside. I squeeze a stream of UVA25 onto her back and use both hands to rub the lotion into her skin. I move my hands down and cover the sides of her tits with the sun protection. I massage her side boobs, Karen purrs.
Next, I pour some sunscreen right onto her fleshy ass cheeks and rub my hands around and around. I glide my finger along her crease, rubbing her special star several times to make sure she is protected.
Karen giggles and tells me to stop, and that she has other ideas. She turns over and requests that I finger her just like I did on the train. She lets me know her most intense orgasms are when she masturbates, or in our case, when I 'jilled' her. She lays on the towel with her legs spread. I place my hand directly on her pussy and use my fingers to dip into her wet gash. I slide my fingers up and down her slit and rub her smooth outer lips. She feels completely different as her lips are now silky smooth and not covered with hair.
"Rob, my cherry lube is in the bag. I think you know how to use it."
I reach into the beach bag and pull out the same bottle that she had on the train. I pour some lube onto my fingers and glide them along her pussy. I press two fingers between her folds and they easily slide deep into her hole. I move my fingers along her G-spot.
"That's it, gawd you have magic fingers."
Karen presses her pussy up against my hand creating more pressure and more pleasure. I slide my hand up and down her inner labia. Her hard clit emerges from beneath the hood. She presses her fingers into her slit and pulls her outer lips up allowing her clit to flare out even more. I rub circles around the bump, driving her closer to her orgasm.
"Oh god Rob, finger my clit faster. I'm so close."
The sun begins to beat down on us from the cloudless blue sky. Karen spreads her legs obscenely and raises her ass up from the towel. My fingers stroke her love button which sends her over the edge.
"Geez Rob, I'm going to cum. Oh yes, don't stop. Fuck my pussy with your fingers."
My hand slides back and forth along her wet slit. Each time I pass her clit, I flick the bump with two fingers. This moves drives Karen insane. Her pink pearl is throbbing as I stroke it several more times. Karen hits the wall and explodes. Pussy juice drips all over my hand and down her thighs. Her orgasm floods her body as she shakes about on the sand.
Waves lap at the shore and the warm sun enhances her outdoor climax that much more. Karen grabs my wrist and presses my hand against her full outer lips as she tries to contain my movement. I press my hand flat against her cunt and let her ride out the last spasms of joy. Sweat covers her forehead and a wide smile lets me know I did good.
"Oh god Rob, you did good, you did really, really good. I came so hard. I love being totally naked outside. Let's do this every day."
Karen tries to catch her breath as she continues to tell me how she feels. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath. The grab my attention and I bend over to take a ripe nipple between my lips. I savor her body as I suck the red raspberry. I switch to her other erect nipple and feast some more. Karen places her hand on the back of my head and holds me close. She loves the attention to her tits.
Soon I feel her hand on top of my head start to push me down. My lips travel down her chest to her stomach and I leave a trail of kisses along her soft skin. I lick her belly button which makes her squirm. She applies more pressure on my head, pushing me lower and then I realize her motive is for me to eat her pussy.
I reach her soft landing strip of hair and inhale the results of her latest orgasm. Her sweet juices are intoxicating, and I need to lick up all of the juices coating her labia and inner thighs. Karen now has both hands on my head and directs me to the sweet spot between her thighs.
Karen's voice is hoarse, "Eat my cunt Rob, I got it waxed just for you. Lick my smooth lips and make me cum again. I need your tongue to make me come again. Gawd yes."
I lap up the smooth soft skin of her outer lips and then dart my tongue between the puffy folds deep into her core. I trace up and down her rosy inner labia licking up as much juice as I can. The more lady juice she provides, the more I lap up. Her clit is once again hard and fully exposed. I surround the bud with my lips and suck hard. I keep her clit between my lips while my tongue taps away. Each time I tap her clit, Karen's body jerks up and more sweet juice flows.
"Gawd yes, I'm cummmiinnnng againnnnn. Eat meeeeeee, Rob."
Karen's hands hold my head in place as she bucks and thrusts against me. She achieves her second orgasm of the morning with my tongue firmly planted within her pussy. Her thighs vibrate around my head with her climax rising and falling and rising again. She grabs her nipples and twists the red bumps to add a touch of pain to her pleasure. She rides out this orgasm and then settles back onto her towel.
Karen releases her tight hold on me and I'm able to breathe normally again, not that I have anything to complain about. I take my time cleaning her with my tongue. With each lick I am rewarded with sweet nectar.
Karen calms down, almost in a catatonic state and I kiss my way back up to her lips. On the way up, I take time to lick her soft skin and suck on her erect nipples. I savor each one as Karen sighs contentedly.
"That was the best Rob. I came so hard. But now I want you inside of me. Push your cock deep into my pussy. Fill me up like never before."
As I plant small kisses all over Karen's face, I become acutely aware of my own body. I feel my hard cock press between Karen's thighs. She spreads her legs and I readjust myself enough to place my tip along her moist entrance. I let my hips go and I slide easily between her silky labia. She is so hot and so wet that I bottom out and hold my cock still just to enjoy the moment. Karen squeezes her pussy to remind me that she still controls our union.
"Fuck me slow babe, you feel so good."
Karen wraps her legs around me as I slowly slide my shaft in and out of her pussy. I place my hands just above her shoulders to support my weight. Our eyes are locked while we make love on the beach. I feel the heat on my back and press my hips flat against hers. I flex my shaft and Karen squeezes her cunt to hold me tight.
"You feel so good Karen; your pussy is so tight. I want to this to last as long as possible."
My chest rubs against her tits and hard nipples. I use my hips to thrust in and out. I savor the feeling of her wet juices coating my shaft. We continue to stare into each other's eyes; wide smiles cover our faces. She moves her legs down around my thighs forcing me deeper into her center. I feel my glans push up against her cervix. Our lips meet in a tender kiss that deepens into a passionate connection. Our tongues parry back and forth, moving from her mouth into mine and back again.
"Make love to me, Rob. I dreamed about this moment every day in Chicago. Slide that wonderful cock in and out. I feel you so deep."
I lift my hips, pulling my cock up from within Karen's folds and push in again. Her inner flesh grips me like a satin glove. Each time I pull up, the tip of my cock nearly exits her cunt, only to be drawn back in by the pressure of her legs on my thighs. Karen maintains a tight lock on me. I maintain a steady rhythm, moving up and down, gliding within her wet pussy. I press her ass into the soft sand. Karen squeezes my shaft as an overwhelming feeling of release grows. My climax is seconds away.
"Karen, get ready. I'm going to cum. I can't hold back any longer."
"Don't hold back Rob, fill me up with your cum."
Her words spur me on and I release my load sending several ropes of jizz deep inside Karen's pussy. I bang away, and hot semen coats my shaft mixing with her juices. Some of it leaks down Karen's ass onto the towel. Sweat covers our bodies while we kiss and enjoy our union. Our bodies are completely relaxed. I feel myself soften and slide out of Karen onto my back. She moves to her side and swings a leg over me. We rest as a cool breeze blows in from the ocean and lulls us to sleep. Such a perfect beginning to our week in Big Sur.
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An ex-NewForester story that I have tidied up a bit and re-issued under the new name Rockycoveboy.
Georgina Lent was my first boss. I was 19 and it was my first job, in a little accounts office, and Georgina Lent seemed ancient. Gradually, however, I had become infatuated with her, and very often thought about her at night. She did filthy things in my dreams.
I had bummed about for a couple of years previously, doing a few beach jobs down on the south coast, but I thought it was about time I found a more reliable job, and applied for a little accounts job, in a factory in East Anglia, only a few hours drive from where my family lived. I had moved into some nice 'lodgings' nearby, had a few 'O' levels to my name, and was offered the job, there and then, at the interview. The Financial Controller interviewed me, and the name Mrs Lent drifted past me as being 'Head of Section.' I met her on the following Monday morning, when I started, and, initially, she was just another middle-aged woman. Peroxide blonde, but still ancient as far as I was concerned.
My interest in women, up until then, had been girls of my own age or even younger, and Mrs Lent was just 'my boss.' I hadn't had a regular girlfriend since leaving the family home, and was just pleased to get a regular job. Georgina Lent seemed pleasant enough, and she was kind enough to remark on my firm handshake, but I paid no further heed as I was introduced to the two other women who worked in the 'purchase ledger' part of the office. They, also, held no interest for me, and I was a little depressed to find that I had got a job with three women, all old enough to be my mother.
However, over the coming months, I learnt a bit more about Georgina Lent, and she became intriguing. The women often gossiped between themselves, but Mrs Lent never let anyone forget that she was 'head of section'. She could be vindictive, bitter, and sometimes rude to the other women, and it was my first experience of bitchiness amongst adult women. On the phone, she put on a 'haughty' voice, a 'plum' in her mouth, and she could put people down with just one look, or a sharp word.
She was always polite to me, though, as I never gave her cause to be rude, and I slowly realised that she was like this with most men. I listened to the conversations as we worked, and I gathered that Georgina was 51 years old - two or three lifetimes away from me, it seemed at the time. She never gave anything else away, and it was only when she wasn't there, and the other women were 'bad mouthing' her and being bitchy behind her back, that I picked up little snippets of information. Once upon a time, possibly, she had been married, and once upon a time, possibly, she had had a son. She also had a 'friend' called George.
Georgina Lent had wonderful breasts, and her thighs were superb, and it was these attractions that made working life that little bit more bearable. She was well aware of the fact, though, and very often some of the older men would come by for a chat, and she would tease them, and flaunt herself a little as she sat in her chair. She would never appear to be doing it on purpose, it always appeared as though it was an accident that her skirt had rucked up, as her chair slid away from the desk, or that her sweater was pulled tightly over her chest, accentuating the full, curved breasts.
The men would lean against the wall behind her, casually chatting, and she knew that, over her shoulder, they were ogling the expanse of nylon covered thigh on view, and she did absolutely nothing to retain her modesty. A wonderful cock-teaser, but always trying to give the impression that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I tried not to glare or take any notice, but I knew full well how she manipulated situations, and stayed in control of those around her.
Her 'friend' George was a strange man. He must have been nearer 60 than 50, and he appeared every now and then, at the end of the day, obviously ready to take Mrs Lent home. He worked in another part of the factory, and I never knew his surname, nor was I ever introduced to him, but it seemed pretty obvious that he was married, and Georgina was his 'bit on the side.' She went off in his flash car after work, and often she would come in and say, 'Oh, George bought me this,' or 'George told me that,' but that's all I ever got to know about the relationship.
Mind you, George felt the lash of her tongue as much as anybody else. It was obviously him on the phone on numerous occasions, and Georgina would cut him dead, and put the phone down gently, to leave him to fester, or she would bombard him with questions about where he'd been, with whom, why didn't you phone, etc, etc, and on some evenings when he waited for her, she would give him the 'silent' treatment as they made for the door together. I felt sorry for George sometimes.
I gradually got used to the job, and looked forward to going into work each day. I always waited to see what Georgina was wearing, as she was always very smart, and her body became more and more appealing, as a pleasant distraction during the working day. It was always high heels that she wore, and always a skirt or dress, or business suit, never trousers. Her nylons were dark brown, or black, and the skirts were on or just above the knee. Her favourite was a simple black dress, which clung to the curves of her middle-age figure, but it accentuated the fine breasts, her waist, the curve of her hips, and her fine ass. Her other favourite outfit was a tight, white jumper, with a light blue skirt and, again, these items managed to cling to her body wonderfully.
I always dressed smartly for work, and Mrs Lent was always very polite to me and tried to involve me in all the conversations within the group. I was still young and fit, and a bit timid, and played a lot of sport, and I don't know whether she found this a turnn or not, but if I had a query with an invoice or something, and needed to go to her desk, there was no doubt that she would give me a display, whilst not appearing to.
Her chair would slide back on its rollers, and those stunning thighs would appear, her skirt almost up to the stocking tops, for that's what I'm sure she always wore. We would discuss the invoice problem, but I was acutely aware that she was enjoying displaying herself, and she would always give me a smile as our conversation ended. As a young man, I wanted just to reach down and run my hand up her thigh, feeling the white skin above the stockings, but I never indicated such thoughts in any way whatsoever, and this might have been part of the fun for Georgina -look, but don't touch.
The daughter of one of the other women in the section was having her 18th birthday party, and we were all invited to her house on a Saturday evening. I went along, on my own, not knowing anybody, apart from the ladies from work, and Georgina was there, also on her own. She gave the air of 'mother hen' watching over her flock, and the others tried to ignore her as much as possible but, being the gentleman, I asked her for a dance, a slow number, and took her into the middle of the room.
She seemed really chuffed that a young 19 year old had put himself out for her, and eagerly allowed me to hold her hand and put my arm around her waist, as we danced. I was taller than Georgina, and she looked up into my eyes as we just shuffled round, and she seemed very attentive, but nothing was said that could be considered even mildly flirtatious. It was purely colleague to colleague. However, I did enjoy feeling her back, smelling her perfume, and having her body up close to mine, and it only enhanced my lurid fantasies about her when I slowly played with my cock, later in bed that night.
I also had a dance with the 18 year old birthday girl but, even though her skirt was almost round her neck, and her boobs were bouncing about all over the place, she didn't arouse half as many erotic feelings in me as Georgina had.
Back at work, I continued to survey the mature head of section as often as I could, and I knew that she would innocently put on a display for me, if the situation lent itself. One afternoon, there were only 3 of us there, and Georgina and Kathy, the eldest in our section, were discussing some local chap who had got into trouble with the law for taking photos of young girls. Georgina seemed to revel in the scandal, and I just watched and listened as I carried on with the invoices.
Far from just mentioning the facts, Georgina went on to describe what sort of things this chap had got up to, and I'm sure it was just for my benefit. She slid away from her desk again, and moved her hands slowly round the curves of her breasts, in her tight sweater, to indicate that photos were being taken of girls breasts, and then her hands moved slowly down to her waist, and then over her hips to the tops of her legs, where her skirt was bunched up again. She seemed to take great delight in her display, and I couldn't help but watch and listen to this erotic conversation, done with such innocence.
Was Georgina playing up to me? Was she teasing? Was she so lonely in her sorry life, that teasing a young teenager in the office was her only way of getting some fun, before she went home to a cold, uneventful evening?
I had managed to get an old banger of a car to help me get about, and one evening I offered Georgina a lift home. None of the others would do any overtime, as they all had families, but I would take whatever I could to help the finances, and the savings account. On this occasion, a new invoice system was being introduced, with a cutff date, and I volunteered to do a couple of hours with Georgina on a Friday night, to help get the system up and running.
George, when he came up to collect her, was told in no uncertain terms, that she had to stay behind, and Georgina seemed to take great delight in telling him that I had offered to give her a lift home later. Poor old George shuffled off with his tail between his legs, the poor sod. No legver tonight, then! She loved playing with his emotions.
The couple of hours went by quickly, and Georgina and I got on well. I helped her on with her coat, held the office door open for her, and then helped her into the passenger seat of my car. It was a really cold, December evening. She was wearing a thick, suede coat, 'which George bought me,' but she didn't do up the buttons and, sitting next to me in the car, the black dress had slithered up as she had got in, and for the 10 minute journey, I was aware of the wonderful, shapely, succulent thighs that were only a few inches away from my hand. As I changed gear, I knew I could just flick out my fingers and touch her leg, but I didn't, and finally, we reached her home.
I hadn't a clue where she lived, and was just guided by her directions, but I was shocked to find us going down this bumpy lane before we pulled up outside—a caravan!!
'This is home,' she said, laughing, but almost apologetically. Although just a caravan, it looked a very nice caravan, huge in size and on a large, grassy plot in a compound with about 50 others. I thought, straight away, that Georgina Lent had a bit of a sad life, but that she tried to make up for it by being bossy at work, bitchy to the other women, and, if the truth be known, she was probably jealous of their happiness, as opposed to her uneventful existence, with only a visit from George now and then to brighten her up.
She still had wonderful legs, though, and I was trying not to focus on them in the car, when Georgina suddenly said -
'Coffee, Paul? Come in and have a coffee!'
Well, how could I resist an offer from the boss, but I didn't want to seem too keen.
'Are you sure? I don't want to put you to any trouble, Mrs Lent'
'Nonsense. It's not any trouble at all. You deserve a drink after all that work, and anyway, I've only got a night in front of the TV to look forward to. Come on!' and Georgina began to open the door of the car. I waited, hoping to get another glimpse of her legs, and, sure enough, the sight was superb as Georgina eased her wonderful thighs apart, to put her foot on the grass outside. Her black dress moved further up her legs, and I watched in awe, but then the moment was gone, and I quickly got out and locked the car, following my boss up the short path to the caravan door.
The inside was just as nice as the outside view, and was more spacious than one would imagine. Half of the caravan was devoted to a lounge come diner, with soft sofas around the outside of three walls, and a table and chairs against the other wall. I didn't get any further, but I could see along the small passage to the edge of the kitchen, and two or three other doors leading off into other rooms. Just right for a single person, I thought.
I joined Georgina in the kitchen, as she put on the kettle and got two mugs down from a cupboard. I watched her avidly, and was determined to find out more about her. We were away from the work place, it was cold and dark outside, and perhaps I could get her to relax a little, and tell me a little more about herself. I gathered my courage and went for it!
'Did you used to be a model, Mrs Lent?'
She spun round and looked at me, a big smile on her face, almost spilling the sugar she was putting into the mugs.
'A model? Me? A model? No, no. I'm not tall enough to be a model. Why do you ask?'
I knew that I was probably wrong, but I also knew that the suggestion would be seen as a compliment by her, and it would give me a chance to let her talk about herself, and she liked doing that. It would also give me the opportunity to talk about her figure. I returned the smile, and carried on the compliments.
'Well, you have a lovely figure, and you're not short at all, are you? I just thought that you might have done some modelling at some time.' She gave me another lovely grin, and passed me with the mugs, leading us back into the lounge diner. I sat at the table and watched her sink into the soft sofa, hoping to get another look at those wonderful thighs as she sat down. Sure enough, the black dress slid up, and more and more of Georgina's legs came into view. 'I'm sorry if asking you was rude, Mrs Lent'
'Not at all, Paul. I'm flattered. Please call me Georgina, everyone else does. I didn't do anything like that, at all. When I left school in London, I went straight into office work, and I've been doing that sort of work ever since, apart from a bit of a gap a few years ago. (Was this when she had the 'never talked about' son? I didn't ask)
I knew that having her ego massaged was the one thing that she enjoyed, and so I was determined not to let her down, while at the same time I wanted to bring her out of herself, and give away a few secrets, perhaps.
'You're my boss, Georgina, and I like calling you Mrs Lent, especially at work, in front of the others, but if you're sure you don't mind, I'm happy to call you Georgina, but only in private. Is that OK?'
'You are a kind young man, Paul, and very polite. Of course that's alright. I'm over 50 you know, and you must have loads of young girls chasing you about, being tall and handsome, and fancy free,' and she casually crossed one leg over the other, the 'sshhh' of nylon on nylon sending shivers through my body.
'Not really. I haven't got a steady girlfriend, and it makes a change to be with a very attractive, intelligent woman who can still turn a man's head.' I was laying it on a bit thick now, but Georgina loved it.
'Do you really think so? I'm a bit of an old has-been, really, and I think you're just being kind.'
'No I'm not. You must've seen the other blokes in the office watching you move around. They love looking at you, don't they, and your lovely legs are ever so sexy, you know. George thinks so, doesn't he?' I stopped there, to see what the reaction to 'George' was. I'd hit a nerve, and Georgina was quick to cast him aside.
'George is just a friend, nothing more. Sometimes he gives me a lift home, and occasionally we have a drink together, but that's it. I have no more allegiance to George than to anybody else.' That was that. I had got George out of the way, but I had to make her relax again.
I took a sip from my coffee, and returned to the flattery.
'I'm sorry, very sorry. It's none of my business, Georgina, but you must admit that all the blokes come up for a chat, and enjoy looking at your figure. You enjoy it as well, don't you? That's because you are still a very attractive woman.' She'd already forgotten the mention of George.
As she spoke, she took more time in re crossing those nylon encased legs, and she knew that I would be watching her. A little more of her thigh was revealed, and my cock stirred gently in my trousers, under the table.
'Oh, Paul. It's only playful fun in the office,' she laughed. 'You don't think anybody would take me for a sexy woman, do you? Do you really think, at my age, that my legs are sexy,' and she ran the palms of her hands up from her knees to the hem of her skirt, and we both looked at the black nylon on view. 'I suppose they're not too bad, really,' and she gave out a little giggle again.
'They are sexy, Georgina, really attractive. Your whole figure is very shapely, in fact. That's why I asked if you had ever modelled. You shouldn't be coy about it. The other women in the section think you're still attractive, as well,' I lied. ( they thought she was a dragon, and would never say anything complimentary, even behind her back). Georgina was getting excited now, and warmed to the topic. Someone had come along, me, and was throwing compliments at her, about her figure, like confetti at a wedding, and it was a young teenager doing it, to boot! She loved it, and I had obviously brought a bit of warmth to the start of a weekend that was going to be dreary, uneventful and drab, probably, for Georgina Lent.
'Who'd want me to model for them, Paul, an old 51 year old, who was past her prime?' She still held her palms at the hem of her skirt, allowing me uninterrupted views right up her legs, almost to her stocking tops, and, as always, she tried to give the impression that it was just natural, she wasn't doing it on purpose at all. She carried on.
'I did let someone take a few pictures of me once, in a bikini, but that was a long time ago, and just for fun, and I can't see anyone wanting to do it now, can you?, and she took her hands away from the hem, but the dress didn't move. A wonderful sight.
'Are you asking me, Georgina? I bet half the men in the factory would love to see you in a bikini. I bet you still look great, and I bet they'd love to photograph you in a bikini, as well. I know I wouldn't mind,' and I blushed, having got carried away with myself, and the stunning view of Mrs Lent's thighs. I thought I'd better stop there and change the subject, but I knew that Georgina had enjoyed our little verbal banter, and I hoped it would happen more often.
'I told my landlady I'd be home about 8 for dinner, and I ought to be going really. Thanks for the coffee, Georgina. I promise that our conversation will remain private, and it's back to Mrs Lent on Monday, isn't it?' I got up from the table, sorry to be leaving those gorgeous legs behind, and Georgina looked a little disappointed that I was leaving
'You've been ever so kind, Paul,' she smiled, 'but I don't really think you mean half of what you said, do you?' I did a quick mental calculation about my plans for tomorrow, Saturday, and then pushed my luck.
'Look, Georgina. I'm playing football tomorrow afternoon, but in the evening, I haven't got any definite plans. This is a bit of a cheek, and please say no if you're doing anything else, or you don't fancy it, but could I take you out for something to eat?' Her smile returned again. 'I can't afford a really posh restaurant, but we could go for a 'Chinese' or 'Indian' if you can stomach it. Please say no, rather than be polite.'
'Oh Paul,' and she just held my arm as I neared the door. 'I'd love to come for a meal with you. I love 'Chinese' as well. I haven't been to one for a long time. Are you sure you want to go for a meal with someone like me. You don't have to.'
'That's it then, Georgina. End of debate. I'll be round for you about 8.30. OK? You'll wear your glad rags, won't you,' and I looked down at her legs, on purpose, and rubbed her arm through the dress, as a first sign of affection!! I was out of the door, and back at the 'digs' just after 8.
After football on the Saturday, I had a long shower, and then went back to the digs to get changed. Some of the football lads had told me about a nice little 'Chinese' restaurant in a quiet little village a few miles away, and it sounded just right. At the digs, I put on the deodorant and loads of talc', a shirt and tie and my best suit, and bade the landlady and her husband goodbye. They gave me a weird look, and it was probably because I smelt like 'Boots' the chemist.
I got to the caravan site about 8.30 and pulled up at the side of Georgina's caravan, and knocked at her door. It was dark and cold, but not raining, and when she opened the door, her silhouette was lit up against the light behind her. She smiled and I could see that she had made an effort with her outfit. She had on a dark blazer, with gold buttons, a starchy, white shirt with buttons done up to an open neck, and she had on a flared skirt, a little shorter than usual. Her high heels were even higher than usual, and they accentuated her lovely legs to even greater effect.
I helped her down from the caravan step, and opened the car door for her, on her side.
'You look very fetching this evening, Georgina,' I smiled at her, and it was just at the moment that she put one leg into the car and moved sideways to get into the seat. She smiled back at me, but she knew I was aware of her legs going through the motions of opening, with the flared skirt going up her thighs as she positioned herself. She had on very dark nylons and her legs looked delicious.
'You don't look too bad yourself, you handsome young hunk,' she replied, and we were into the right mood already.
We set off, and Georgina guided me through the town, and put us on the right road for our destination.
'It's not often that a young man takes me out for a meal, Paul. You didn't have to really, and it's very kind of you.' She smiled at me, and was probably getting used to the warmth in the car, after the cold, December air.
'I asked you out, Georgina, because I wanted to. There's no reason for it. What's wrong with taking your boss out for a meal, particularly when she's an attractive, intelligent woman?'
'You're flattering again, Paul. I expect there are hundreds of girls who would like to be taken out by you, to a nice Chinese restaurant, but I feel very honoured,' and Georgina slipped her hand onto my knee as I negotiated the little roads. Her hand was on my knee!! Christ!
'I meant what I said, yesterday, about you being a very attractive, and sexy, woman, Georgina, and ...I'm being nosy and rude again. I find it a bit surprising that you live on your own. There are lots of men, I'm sure, who would want to be with you, you know, who still find you very attractive, and...and...well, you know, Georgina.'
'Want to take me to bed, Paul? Is that what you're trying to say? Some men are only after one thing, aren't they? It's not a good enough reason for living with a man, though, is it? I like living on my own,' she lied. 'None to tell me what to do, none to run about after, clearing up the mess. It's quite nice where I am, peaceful and quiet. There's a lot to be said for it.' She looked at me again, and her hand ran up my thigh an inch or two, and I had to hold tightly to the steering wheel.
I laughed at her. She had more or less admitted it.
'So you do admit, then, that some men find you attractive. You just said it, didn't you? I expect when you were younger, they were all flocking round you, weren't they? Not that they don't all enjoy watching you move around the office, now. Your legs are very sexy, Georgina, and you still have a shapely figure. I said that yesterday, didn't I?'
'Oh, it's really flattering to be with such a nice young man, Paul. You really know how to make a woman feel good about herself,' and as she spoke, she took my hand from the gear lever and gently placed it on her thigh, just above the knee, and held it there with her fingers. God, I was touching a wonderful thigh, and with Georgina's blessing. My cock twitched.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, we were just entering the little village where the restaurant was, and I had to change gear, and slow down. I took my hand from her knee, and gripped the wheel again.
'It's at the far end,' Georgina started. 'On the left, and I think you'll have to park in the street.' Soon we were going through the front door of the little eating house.
It was warm inside, thank God, and seemed very pleasant. It was dimly lit, soft, water music played over the stereo, and there weren't too many other diners. A little Chinaman came to us straight away, and I put on my most adult voice. I apologised for not booking, but hoped that he could accommodate us. 'No ploblem,' and he turned to take us to a table. I grabbed him.
'Do you have a quiet table out of the way?,' and the waiter took us to the back of the restaurant, to a little table for two. Each table was surrounded by a high bamboo stand, which gave diners a certain amount of privacy, and it was ideal for a pleasant meal. During the meal, we enjoyed 2 bottles of white wine, and some wonderful Oriental food, but it was the conversation that stimulated both of us even more.
We sat opposite one another, and Georgina had not taken her blazer off to eat, but it was undone, and the crisp, white shirt clung to the contours of her breasts, and her perfume was intoxicating. It was the first time I'd seen her with a button-up shirt, and it suited her. I knew she wanted more flattery, and I hoped I could brighten up what would otherwise be, almost certainly, a lonely, drab, uninteresting weekend for her.
'So, do you still have that bikini, Georgina,' I grinned at her. 'Or do you still have the photos?' I wanted to tease her a little more. 'What about mini-skirts. Did you wear mini-skirts when they were in fashion? I bet you did, with those luscious legs, didn't you? She smiled back, as she took a sip of wine.
'Paul, you are awful, are you really interested? I am 51, you know' She had put my hand on her thigh in the car, though, and was obviously slightly aroused herself. She had dressed smartly, and looked quite sexy, and I knew she wanted me to go on. I wanted to go on, and try and arouse her some more, not forgetting that she was my boss, though.
'Yes, I am Mrs Lent. Young men still admire an attractive, mature woman, and I'd love to see you in a mini-skirt. I bet you look fabulous. I can't see any of your legs from here, but never mind, your perfume is really nice.'
'Here, Paul. Can you feel them now?' and Georgina ran a nylon covered foot up and down my shin, under the table. She had slipped her shoe off, and the feeling was totally erotic. I looked her in the eye, from only a few inches away. 'They're stockings, you know, Paul,' she whispered, and she tickled my nose with a finger. 'And call me Georgina, remember?'
This was wonderful. My boss was teasing me, and was acting completely out of character where I was concerned, but as I long as I respected her position as my boss, and as a mature, intelligent woman, I knew she wanted me to go on.
'I hoped they would be, Georgina. Your legs were made for stockings -and mini-skirts. Did you wear mini-skirts, you know, very short? Tell me, so that I can imagine. I often think about your sexy figure, and your legs in a short skirt. Do you still have any?'
'Do you? What, think about my figure, and legs in short skirts?'
'Yes, yes I do. Look, if you mention any of this in the office, I'll pack in and get another job somewhere else.' I was serious, but I was calling her bluff.
'I wouldn't dare mention anything that's private between us. You know that, Paul.' Her foot was still playing on my shin, and she laid her hand on mine, on the table cloth. 'Paul, I'd love you to come back for coffee, at the caravan, but only if you want to. You've been really kind in taking me out this evening, and I've really enjoyed being with a handsome young man, but I would understand if you wanted to get off home.'
'You haven't answered my questions, have you, about the short skirts, and if you've still got any. I'd love to come for a coffee, Georgina, but only if I can see those gorgeous thighs again.' She laughed, and within half an hour, I stepped up into the caravan, behind my boss.
We warmed up quite quickly again, after the cold blast in the car, and I sat with my coffee as Georgina sank into a sofa once more. I had helped her off with her blazer, and she looked even more stunning now that the white shirt was on view. Her thighs were on display once more, and then Georgina spoke.
'Why don't you take your jacket off now, Paul, and relax. Come and sit over here instead of those hard chairs. You were closer to me in the restaurant, and it was so nice.'
'Only if I can still see those sexy legs, Georgina,' I teased. 'The view is wonderful from here' but I rose from the chair, and hung my jacket on the back, and made for the sofa next to Georgina.
'Oh, and turn the main light off, Paul,' she smiled. 'The side light here is enough, isn't it?' She was really turning on her feminine charm now, and I was caught up in the heady aroma of it all. I was loving every minute, though, and wanted to smell her again, and be close to her mature figure, but I wasn't going to overstep the mark, not at any point. I would allow her to set the pace. The little side light threw soft shadows all around the room, and I sat down on the soft cushions next to Georgina.
'Can you still see my legs, Paul? she laughed. I was almost looking down on the stunning thighs from above Georgina's hair and, still in the high heels, her legs looked incredibly sexy.
'Most of them, Georgina. I can see most of them,' I teased. She looked up at me, a searching look in her eyes, and I could see her breasts breathing heavily under the shirt, her perfume now soft and seductive in my nostrils.
'I want you to see all of them, Paul, if that's what you want,' she whispered, and she took my hand again. 'Paul, please, would you kiss me?' and she offered up her mouth, and it was very difficult to resist. My other arm went round Georgina's shoulder, and I lowered my lips onto hers. Just a little peck on the lips, but her mouth remained for more. I went back and felt her mouth gently open, and at the same time, Georgina moved my hand to her thigh, gently guiding me up the inside until my fingers felt the soft, warm flesh above her stocking. This was heaven, and there was now no question that Georgina Lent wanted physical pleasure.
'What about the mini-skirts, Georgina? Tell me how short they used to be when you wore them. I bet you looked really sexy,' and my fingers caressed her soft thighs. She sighed some more, and gave away another little secret.
'Perhaps I might show you some photos, one day. I've kept some hidden away, but not now, eh. Kiss me again. Your mouth is so masculine.'
Her hand left mine on her thigh, and I gently toyed with her skin. I felt the suspender, ran back down to the nylon, and then back up to the delicious, naked thigh again. One of Georgina's arms was pinned against me, but her free hand moved onto my chest, as we still kissed heavily, and began to caress my chest, my shoulders, and my tummy. We broke from the kiss, and she was panting a little.
'Oh, your chest and shoulders are so strong, Paul. It's lovely to be cradled by such a fit, young man again. And your fingers are so soft. Please just carry on touching me, it's so nice. You don't know how much I've missed being touched gently and kindly by a considerate man. Oh, Paul,' and her hand was on my face, almost pleading for another kiss, so I bent my head again.
As our tongues met again, and our lips fought with each other, I let my hand gently push her skirt farther up, easing one side up, and then sliding the other side up, so that Georgina's lovely, flared skirt bunched right up around her waist. She helped me by shuffling her thighs around, and then the skirt just lay in her waist, exposing her legs right up to her panties. She made no comment, but started to unbutton my shirt, still with my tie on.
I squeezed her into me, around her shoulders, and my hands played with her legs. I tickled the insides of her thighs, right at the top of her legs, and I gently let a finger meander right up the centre of her panties. No pressure, just a gentle caress of the thin material. Her answer to this, as we kissed again, was to open her thighs just a little wider, so that I could slide my finger down, to feel the wetness at the gusset of her panties. Mrs Lent was certainly aroused, and I rubbed round, feeling the lips of her vagina slide about under the material. This really was heaven! I had watched these gorgeous legs, and this sexy figure, move round the office since I'd started the job, and now I was sitting on a comfy sofa, my hand up this mature woman's skirt, playing with her little panties.
Not just any woman. Mrs Lent was the office manager, a sullen, brusque woman on occasions, and I was just the 19 year old office junior, but she seemed to want me to enjoy her, and I wasn't about to protest. As we continued to kiss passionately, I suddenly heard a scuffling noise outside, and I broke away.
'What was that, Georgina? Did you hear that?' The light from inside the caravan shot across the park as I opened the caravan door, and I laughed as I saw a fox scurrying away, disappearing into the darkness behind the other caravans. I closed the door again, and reassured Georgina.
'If I had been here on my own, Paul, I would probably have locked the door, and spent the rest of the night huddled in bed, petrified. It's wonderful to have a man here with me, a considerate, kind man, and a handsome one at that. Come back here. I feel so protected with your arms around me.'
'Georgina, are you sure you want this to go on? No recriminations later? No giving me the silent treatment when we get back to the office,' and she knew exactly what I meant. By this time, I had sat down again, and put my arm round her shoulders again.
'Paul, I promise I will not mention a thing in the office, I really promise. This is too good to jeopardise,' and as she spoke, she took my tie right off, and undid all my shirt buttons. 'It's you that I worry about, Paul. I'm 51, old enough to be your mother, and I'm sure that when you leave here, you won't give me another thought and probably won't come near this caravan ever again.'
She buried her head in my naked chest, nibbling at my skin, running her hands over my body, sighing gently.
'I want you Paul. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I love you admiring my body, and your touch is so soft.' I kissed her again, and slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing a skimpy, pink bra, her breasts straining to escape. 'Please hold me, Paul. I haven't felt like this for years. You've woken feelings in me that I thought had gone forever. You've made me feel like a woman again. I'm yours, to dominate as you want.'
I kissed her hard, and moved a bra-strap down onto her arm. I eased a wonderful breast out of its cup, and felt the solid nipple, flicking and pinching it gently. I didn't want to rush these moments, as I would probably remember them for ever, but my cock was now rampant inside my trousers. Playing with Georgina's breast obviously increased her arousal, as well.
'God, Paul, you're so protective, I feel so safe, but I need you, Paul. Please do anything you want with me. You said you wanted to take photos of me. I'd love that, but please don't leave me. It's wonderful you being here,' and she moved her hand to my crotch and felt the hardness of my young cock through my trousers. 'Ohhh,' and she sighed as she held tightly between my legs.
'Don't worry, Georgina, I'm not going anywhere. Just relax, please relax, and everything will be OK.' I decided just to keep playing with Georgina. I wanted her to build up as slowly as she wanted, not to rush her into something that she didn't want, and I also wanted to enjoy this shapely, mature body, bringing all my fantasies to fruition. I ran my hand right to the top of her thigh again, slipping a finger under the side of her panties, to feel the tufts of hair protecting her sodden cunt lips.
Georgina continued caressing my cock through my trousers, and I bent and suckled on her hard nipple while I played in her pubic hair. Her legs were as wide as she could get them, and I gently moved her panties to the side, and felt her wet lips open as I ran my finger up the entrance to her vagina.
'Oh God, Paul. Take me to bed. I need you, now. I'm yours to do anything with. I ...oh God,...please take me to bed. Treat me like your slave, Paul. I'll do anything, now, but I want you.' She seemed frantic, not the controlled, icy woman in the office, but a frustrated, lonely woman giving herself up for pure pleasure.
I got up from the sofa, and helped Georgina up. She held my hand as we went to the other end of the caravan, to one of the doors off from the passage. The double bed took up most of the room, but it was still warm and cosy, and the little bedside light was more than sufficient. I took off my shirt, but Georgina turned to me and wanted my lips again. I put my arms round her shoulders, slipped her shirt off and kissed her deeply again.
'Let me take your trousers off, Paul. May I?' She undressed me completely, and I stood naked before her. My cock was standing to attention, and Georgina wrapped her hand around it, smiling into my eyes once more.
'Beautiful, Paul. You are so beautiful, and I just need to feel you, all of you,' and she dipped to lick me once, round the bulbous head of my rampant weapon. 'You have a magnificent cock. Come with me,' and she sat on the edge of the bed, and shuffled backwards, up the bed, me going forward on my knees to be beside her. She undid her skirt, and slid it down her legs, and she lay there in just bra and panties, high heels, and stockings and suspenders. For a woman of her age, she looked ravishing.
I held my cock, as I watched her, and I asked her to take her bra off completely. She obeyed, and I rubbed gently up and down on my member as her stunning breasts were revealed in all their glory. I lay down next to Georgina and began to caress her again. We kissed deeply, and my hand went straight between her legs, inside her panties, and I explored the wonderful, soft, succulent cunt.
'You are so sexy, Georgina, especially with your shoes and stockings on. It really turns me on,' and I nibbled her breasts, biting gently on her skin, and pulling the nipples between my teeth. I had two fingers playing inside her cunt, not harshly, but gently exploring her hidden depths, and drawing gasps of delight from Georgina's mouth.
'Anything, Paul. I said anything that you want. Just don't stop. It's wonderful. I mean it. You are so kind, I will do anything that you ask. Ummmmm.'
I moved my body down her side, and started to inch Georgina's panties down her tummy. She had her fingers in my hair, and lifted her bottom, to enable me to move her pants right down her thighs. I then saw the wonderful matt of hair all round her vagina, and I leaned down and ran my tongue right up her cunt, bringing a shaking of her body that said it all. She was sopping, and her hand grasped my head and held me between her legs. I just licked at her, and she was frantic. I went up and down, pushed in with my tongue, and then I found her clit and licked hard at the piece of erotic skin standing out from its hood.
'Christ, Paul, yeeeees, oh Paul. Please, please, just take me, anyway you want. Just take me, please.'
I wanted her now, really wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to enjoy her aroused state, and tease her while inside her. I slid her panties right down her legs and off, and I moved to kneel between her open thighs. I was so hard that I wouldn't need any guidance, and I just leaned forward over Georgina, and held myself up on my elbows. My groin pushed down between her legs, and my sensitive cock was nudging at the lips of her cunt. I watched her face as I pushed into her, only an inch or two, feeling her succulent lips enclose round me.
Georgina sighed again, and I moved back and then in a little further.
'Oh yes, Paul. Oh yes. Do it to me. Right inside me, please, ohhhhh...'
I held her head with one of my hands, and pulled it up to me to kiss her. I shuffled a little, over her body, and then I pushed my cock into her with more force, holding her face up to mine and lashing her mouth with my tongue.
'Oh... PPPPaul, yeeee...', but she couldn't finish. I started a steady rhythm within Georgina's cunt, and I moved a hand back to lift one of her thighs. I felt the nylon stocking round my waist, and then she lifted both legs and put them round my bottom, crossing her feet to keep them in place. I could feel the leather of her shoes on my back, so I started to plunge even harder.
Up and down went my body, my cock almost leaving her body before I thrust it back, right down into her depths. It was a fantastic fuck, and Georgina knew all the right noises to make, and all the right body movements to bring excitement to us both. I was smitten.
'Do you really want to be dominated, Georgina? Do you mean you would do anything? I wouldn't want to hurt you, or take liberties with you,' and I thrust in as hard as I could, watching her face contort, her mouth loll open and her eyes close.
'Oh, you feel wonderful inside me. Just keep doing it to me, Paul. Oh... I meant it all, Paul. I'd love you to take control of me, and make me do whatever you wanted. Anything that you wanted. God, harder, Paul, harder.'
'Like what, Georgina? What would I make you do? Tell me'. Her stockings moved further up my back, and I was able to get deeper into Georgina Lent's cunt. I was plunging into her body, almost nailing her to the bed, but she could take it, and was panting and moaning quite genuinely, make no mistake. 'Tell me Georgina.'
'I live a lonely life here, Paul. You've probably worked that out. Oh Gooood, this is good... If I could just have you around for a while, if only for just a few months before you got fed up, I would really treasure it. I'd obey your every wish. I'd dress just how you wanted me to, you could take photos of me if you wanted, and I'd be your...Christ, you feel so big inside of me. I'm nearly 'cumming' Paul.'
'You'd be my what, Georgina,' and I gave one extra special thrust, and felt the lips in the deepest part of her cunt almost open to take me into her stomach.
'Your slave, Paul. Let me be your slave. Ask me anything, and I'll obey you Paul, I promise. Say you'll come back. I need this, Paul.'
I gushed my thick semen into Georgina's cunt. What she had just said had taken me over the top, and I was unable to hold back any longer. My mind and body had been completely overwhelmed. Feeling me splashing inside her, and the force of our coupling had also brought Georgina to the top, and tears were in her eyes as she grabbed my neck and held me tightly, while her body shook, and then went rigid, as her orgasm ripped through her.
It had been the most fantastic experience of my young life, and this mature woman had brought me magnificent pleasure. We lay together, my arm cuddling her up to me, and I was still mesmerised by those thighs, even though I had just been lying between them, enjoying all the other secrets of her body.
'Now you've had me, Paul, I suppose you'll go, and that'll be that! But I meant it all. Please come back, and let me be your slave. Dominate me just how you want to. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you now, and all I want from you is your company.'
I lay there, bathing in her words.
On Monday morning, I resigned from my job. I got another one the same day, paying the same money.
I wanted to give Georgina my company, and I looked forward to dominating her like she had pleaded. I couldn't wait to get back to the caravan!!
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Text: Maria Luke and Susan Fitzpatrick were the two top scientists of their fields. For almost ten years they had worked side by side and developed a handful of great scientific discoveries. Maria was much prettier than Susan and much taller. Susan couldn't help but feel like she was the sidekick in their discoveries even though both of their names were on their reports. Maria was more popular with the other scientists of the university that they worked at. Almost every aspect about Maria's life seemed to dwarf that of Susan's. Susan attempted to free her mind of this uncontrollable jealousy but she found herself lose in the thought of outdoing Maria at something great one day. Susan was giving such a chance one fateful day. The dean of the university approached both Maria and Susan one work day."I know that you both are very busy so I'll make this brief. The university has been hit pretty hard recently with expansions to the campus and the professor strike we had last April. I know this will come a devastating news to you both as this university has been your home for years," said the dean. She looked at Susan and Maria nervously. "It has come down to my ultimate decision to cut your staff in half," said the dean finally. "Half?" asked Susan. "There are only two of us, ma'am," explained Maria. "Yes, I'm saying that one of your next month will no longer work here," stated the dean. "What?" asked Maria and Susan in unison. "I know that you have a long history of discoveries together but we simply can't afford to have you both on with us any longer," said the dean, not showing a lot of emotion."Which one of us is getting fired?" asked Maria."You are both such great scientist that I only see it fair to let your last experiment determine who will remain employed here," said the dean. The dean explained to them both that there was recently a strange substance obtained on a faraway island. The next week workers brought it to Maria and Susan and they first gazed upon the red gel. They were briefed on what the first scientists had found out about the substance which was very little. It wasn't harmful but it was very resistant to pressure and heat. They later received an email from the dean explaining that she wanted them both to find out as much as possible about the new substance. From that moment on, Maria and Susan's partnership died. Each passing day made their friendship worse. They started to hide their notes from each other then they locked up everything they were experimenting with. They didn't trust the other when they took a bathroom break and locked everything up each time they left their workstations. The lunch breaks they used to enjoy together was torn apart as they only took lunches together to watch each other. The tension mounted each day till Maria and Susan were verbally bitter to each other. The end of the month grew near and Maria was watching Susan like a hawk."You looking for a new job yet" asked Maria coldly. "So I can give you advice?" answered Susan. "Clever, but you're not more clever than I. This job is mine, mine!" Maria raised her voice. "Whatever you say," huffed Susan. Their workstations made them face their backs to each other. Maria spun around and stared angrily at Susan's back. Susan was busy pouring different liquids on the sample of gel she had at her workstation. Maria fumed, she didn't want her partner to best her. She turned to her own workstation and spotted a vial of highly dangerous acid that was supposed to be handled with the greatest of care. Which Susan was busy with her back turned Maria switched Susan's next vial of liquid with the dangerous acid. Maria stepped back and watched as Susan took the vial and dabbed a bit of acid on the gel. The gel reacted and Susan was startled. It began to bubble rapidly and before Susan could take a step back it exploded and over Susan's face and abdomen. A vapor rose from Susan as she screamed in pain. Maria snapped out of her furious trance and realized she had just put her partner's life in danger. Maria pulled on Susan's shoulder to look at her front as she did she was scared at what she saw. Susan's face and body began to melt all over at a surprising rate. Susan reached for Maria for help but her arms and hands fell to pieces. In just a few moments her body and clothing turned liquid and ran down the drain on the floor.Maria was left alone in the lab in terror at what she had just did. She wanted to tell someone but she didn't want to go to prison for murder. Instead she just ignored it. Days later, the authorities asked around the lab about her disappearance. As days went on Maria tried her best to put the image of her melting friend in the back of her head. She wanted to experiment on the red gel more to find answers to what had happened but the workers from before came and took the remaining samples of the red gel. A month had passed since Susan melted and Maria was alone late one night in the lab working on a new experiment all by herself when she felt like someone was watching her. "I bet you thought you won, huh?" asked a familiar voice to Maria. Maria looked up from her work and tried to place the voice with a face in her head. "Thought you could just get rid of me and take it all," continued the voice. Maria slowly turned to a startling surprise. A large goo was in the middle of the lab. It was not there when Maria had entered hours before. "What the hell is that?" asked Maria aloud as she peered into the partly transparent ooze. It took her a moment to realize it was in the shape of a human, complete with a face. "You look as if you have already forgotten me," said the ooze, its lips moving with its words. "What is this... how?" Maria was astounded by the vista of this standing goo. "It's me you twit! Susan the woman you murdered a month ago!" yelled the slime humanoid. Maria took a shaky step away from the ooze, "No, that can't be." "Why? Because you know you killed me?" asked Susan. She crossed her arms and frowned at Maria, just as angry at her as when she was human and working with Maria. "What happened to you?" asked Maria. "Well, you remember the red gel we were working on and how it would resist just about anything it came in contact with. I had found out that it would actually absorb some of the molecules of whatever was around it so it could instantly adapt to it. I theorize that when I poured that acid on the gel it was fighting back, when I got some on me it considered me a threat as well. It went into overdrive and devoured the threat. In absorbing my body it copied my brain, all my intellect and consciousness. Even as far to copy my personality, emotions and memories. Although, I technically died to the gel, it copied me and I live on AS the gel. To me, I haven't conscious missed a beat. I remember the melting into the drain and how day after day I lived on as a liquid. I had to teach my new body to solidify so that I could crawl back up the pipe and try to live on. I've mastered my gelatinous form to the point that I came become as solid as flesh or as loose as water," explain Susan. She demonstrated with her entire body, melting into a red puddle then forming back into a human shape. "Thanks but I haven't forgotten you taking away my humanity. I believe a bit of payback is in order," smiled Susan. Maria's heart sank as Susan slide across the floor so smoothly. "Wait, what are you going to do?" asked Maria, more scared than she had ever been before. Susan didn't answer, instead a red puddle formed at her feet and flowed across the floor to Maria. Susan cleverly distracted Maria by making her arms stretch out farther than humanly possible and waved them around. "Maybe I'll wrap these long, strong arms around you and squeeze the air out of you," laughed Susan. Maria meeped at the thought of having the life squeezed from her. In her scared stupor Maria didn't notice the growing pool of red liquid around her feet. In a blink of an eye, the gel reached up to her waist and became stiff. Maria's legs were completely held in place and she looked down in monstrous terror. "Oh my God, get it off me!" yelled Maria. "Why? We are going to have such a swell time together. You know it's been a month since I seen you. Have you been skipping the gym lately, your butt is getting big," chuckled Susan with a devilish grin. The gel flowed around Maria's black slacks and into her ass, filling it up. Maria's eyes never opened so wide with surprise before. "What are you doing to me?" she demained. "Nothing, don't blame me for you getting lazy when I left," smiled Susan, still approaching Maria. The back of Maria's pants grew very tight as her ass started to round out to a highly fake looking backside. "If I knew Kim Kardashian was going to stop by I would have prettied up," laughed Susan. Though Maria's ass swelled bigger than that of any celebrity. When Susan came in arm's length of Maria she desperately swag out, fists flying. Susan slide back and laughed aloud, "Oh you want a fight? Let's fight, busty." The gel in Maria's ass sickenly squirmed inside her up to her chest. Each of her breasts pushed outward filling her button up shirt and lab coat. Maria looked down in a 'not-so-disappointed' surprise. "Come on!" yelled Susan who bobbed and weaved like a boxer. The gel still held Maria in place so Susan could freely punch Maria repeatedly in the tits. Maria tried to defend her swelling melons as Susan tenderized them. Buttons popped as her lady lumps grew to the size of basketballs. Maria could no longer protect her engorged chest and Susan had fun inflicting pain on her victim. "Stop please," whined Maria. Susan didn't respond to her request at all. "Stop! Please my breasts they MFFF-!" Maria screams for help are muffled by a stream of gel into her mouth. "Through the lips and over the tongue, watch out belly because here I come!" sang Susan, using her arm like a hose in Maria's mouth. Maria tried to pull the arm out but it was so dense on the outside. On the inside of the arm however the gel flowed freely into Maria. Her cheeks expanded to take in Susan's body. Maria flailed her arms in vain as she was pumped full of red gel, more and more. As Susan had commanded, the gel pushed into Maria's stomach and tested the band of the black slacks. Two arms formed on Susan's body and ripped open the lab coat so she could watch her partner expand. Maria was helpless and could only feel with her hands just how big her gut was pushing out to be. She tried to look past her abyssal cleavage but it was to no avail. Maria's belly stretched out to resemble a pregnant woman before Susan retracted her arm from Maria's mouth. "What am I do? Why am I putting in all this work? I guess even in this form I can be absentminded," Susan talked to herself. With her mouth free, Maria said, "Please Susan, no more. I'm getting so big and full." Susan broke from her concentration to stare at Maria menacingly, "You haven't seen the worst of it yet." Susan lean in to Maria and was just inches from her face. "You want to know what the worst of it is?" asked Susan to a shaky Maria. Maria wanted to ask but fear had a grasp on her vocal box at the moment. Slowly Susan whispered, "I can expand my gel at will." Susan jumped back and laughed. She pulled far away from Maria to watch the show. Maria however didn't know what she meant till her stomach started to bubble. Susan jumped on the surface of her old workstation and kicked her legs happily at the sight of Maria fattening up once again. Susan released Maria's legs as there was no use holding her anymore. Maria stared in horror at her tits that wobbled as they sprung back to life. "Maria, you were always so full of yourself," joked Susan. Maria put her hands on her ass that rose behind her, filling out to the size before... and beyond. "Oh God please, make it all stop, please!" screamed Maria, strangely thinking she can push her swelling body back into itself and failing. "Looks like that bloated ego of yours got away from you," laughed Susan, enjoying every moment of Maria's growth. The band on the black slacks gave out and all the buttons on her white button up bursted. Susan bit her gelenius lip in anticipation and decided to make Maria's expansion increase in speed. Maria's arms flapped uselessly like a fat chicken as her whole body blew up larger. Every piece of clothing ripped off to reveal more and more Maria. Susan jumped down off her workstation and approached the much larger Maria. Susan gave Maria's belly an unnecessary prod to check the pressure inside her. "Well, it has been a blast extracting my revenge on you, but I'm afraid this is going to be an explosive exit for me," Susan laughed. Maria cried as her body was fattening too fast for her to think. Her cheeks had filled with gel so much she couldn't reply. All she could manage to do was expand and expand. "Maria, this is the end of -."Suddenly all Maria saw was floor in front of her and a voice called out, "Maria, are you still working?" Maria quickly looked at her body, she was still naked but her body was back to normal size. She didn't have time to think. "Yeah, I'm here," Maria called out. She turned to where Susan was standing but nothing was there now. "Where are you ?" asked the woman at the door. "I dropped something, I'm over here on the floor. I got it though!" Maria called out. From where she was crouched, the workstation blocked the sight of Maria so the person couldn't see that she was naked. "I'm staying over late to do some paperwork if you need anything I'll be in my office," said the woman. Maria then recognized the voice to be the dean. The dean shut the door as she left, leaving Maria all alone. Maria stood and looked at her body. "What happened?" she asked herself aloud. "Did I just dream it all? Am I going crazy? It felt so real..." trailed off Maria as she made her way to the storage closet and found a small size pair of scrubs to wear. Now dressed, Maria went to the ladies room to wash her face. The ice cold water felt good on her flat, non-inflated face. For a moment she found peace till the stall behind her toilet had flushed. Out walked Susan, as real as before. "Hello again, I bet you thought you were just crazy, huh?" asked Susan in an unsettlingly casual way. Susan walked to the sink beside Maria and pretended to wash her gel hands. "What happened back there?" asked Maria. "As much as I wanted you busted, I didn't want to get you busted," smiled Susan. "I came up with a much greater revenge than killing you. It seems much more appropriate to just ruin your life," grinned Susan. Maria's fear returned as Susan turned to stare right at her. "You killed me over a job so it's only fair that with the money you can't enjoy anything, like clothing. You'll never wear expensive clothes or even bras for that matter because of these puppies," Susan pointed to Maria's chest. Maria's C-cup breasts shook for a moment then expanded in her scrub top. Maria watched in the mirror how her tit pushed up, revealing a bit of cleavage in the V-neck of the scrubs. As the top got too tight and started to strain, they kept growing larger. Not until the fabric was ruined did they stop expanding. "I'll never let you be comfortable again, every time you sit whether it be a stool, chair, couch, or hot tub! I'm going to make your booty widen so much you can help but get stuck every time," a small smile broke across Susan's face. Maria wanted to pull her pants off in time but her backside beat her to it. Each butt cheek rose up like large loaves of bread in her pants, pulling them tight then straining the fabric to a skin-tight pull. Maria tried to balance herself but she looked like an overinflated bimbo doll, her ass and tits full of gel. "Relationships? You can forget those as well. If you were even lucky enough to like a guy that loves fat women, I'll make you fatter!" Susan rose her voice in a joyous rage. Maria's arms, thighs, and stomach pushed out and she pulled on her replacement clothing at all angles. "Everything you love in this world you have to leave behind. If you ever met one of your family, I'll enter their bodies and make you watch as I blew them up till they explode. For you taking away everything in my life," commanded Susan. Once Maria's scrub bottoms blew off she fell to her fat knees in front of Susan and said the most unexpected thing, "I deserve this." The swelling ceased at once and Susan's face relaxed and was taken very much aback. "What did you say?" asked Susan softly. As tears poured out of Maria she said, "It's all my fault! I killed you and lost the best thing in my life. There hasn't been a day that I haven' fought sleep to remove the image of you melting in front of me. I wish upon wish that I could change it but I can't! I have to live without you and I just can't enjoy anything anymore anyway. This job go between us and killed the one lasting thing I enjoyed. Not science or the pay... being with you." Susan felt a sudden, intense feeling of guilt. "You miss me?" asked Susan, a subtle gel tear on her face. Maria wiped the tears from her face with her fattened hands. She felt her body shrink slowly as the gel compressed within her. Susan helped Maria back to her feet and when she returned to normal size they hugged. They embrace each other for a long moment then pulled back to look at each other. "Why did this job destroy us?" asked Susan. "Because someone HAD to make that decision," said Maria hatefully. Susan's face lit up with a grand idea. "I was getting revenge on the wrong person, come on! We gotta see the dean one last time. Susan followed Maria into the storage room. Maria was about to pick up another set of small scrubs but Susan threw her a pair. Maria unfoled the large pair of 4X scrubs, "I didn't even know they came this big." "I bet you didn't know you came that big, either," laughed Susan. "So you're coming with?" "I got to give the big boss woman my resignation," smiled Susan. Maria put on the saggy clothes and just as Susan was about to enter Maria, Maria stopped her. "Wait, can I eat you?" asked Maria. Susan looked confused, "You want to eat me? Why?" "I don't know it'd be fun, I know I can't get full on you," grinned Maria. "Oh you can get very full on me," winked Susan. "You know what I mean," Maria quickly grabbed Susan and pulled her in for an explosive kiss. Susan literally melted and as she did Maria started slurping her up. With each mouthful Susan's body appeared to become more and more emicaterated, with the removal of her gel. On the other hand, Maria's body filled out all over. By the time she had completely devoured Susan, Maria still wasn't big enough to fill the clothing. She leaned forward and poked her fat belly, "Think you could give me a boost, old friend?" Softly her body fattened and fattened till it fit perfectly. "Just a bit more, I want these clothes to be too small," laughed Maria, enjoying her new-found girth. A size or two bigger she grew till her belly hung under her scrub top a bit. Her tits and ass were crammed in those 4X clothes so tightly but she could still walk, or waddle no less. As Maria sloshed through the buildings, Susan happily played inside her friend. "Can you hear me?" said Susan inside Maria's ears. "Yeah, that's much better than that mumbling through my belly you were doing," Maria was never so happy. Maria made her way to the dean's office and swag the door open. To her surprise she had trouble with the doorframe. Susan giggled in Maria's ear because she had widened her hips on purpose. Maria sloshed into the office to the dean with her jaw on the floor, "Maria Luke?" "In the flesh... and lots of it!" laughed Maria. "W-what happened to you?" the dean's eyes scanned her body. "You know how Christmas break makes you gain a few pounds," Maria laughed and slapped her fat belly. Susan made her belly grow in front of the dean. "Look I'm growing every minute," laughed Maria. The dean thought they were both mad, with Maria's sudden and intense weight gain and her manic laughing. "How can I um, help you?" nervously asked the dean. "The thing is," Maria sat on the edge of the dean's desk and it screamed with creaks, "nearly two months ago you told me that it was ultimately your decision that there be only one scientist between Susan and me. I just wanted to ask, is that true? Was it you and only you, that made that decision." "Yes, and I'm sorry about Susan's disappearance. I had no way of knowing -" "That's right, you had no way of knowing but you tried to tear us apart anyway!" yelled Maria. "I didn't do it to tear anyone apart I -" "Yes, you did!" yelled Maria. "Ms. Luke, please don't inter-" "I'll do as I damn well please! I'll do you one better, I'll let Susan talk to you," smiled Maria. "Where is she?" asked the dean, who was soon answered. Maria lifted her scrub top to show off her fat belly and at the navel poured out a red gel. "What the -!" the dean wheeled her chair back away from Maria. In just moments Susan completely exited Maria, leaving her thin again. Susan formed and stared at her former boss. "Look at me!" yelled Susan. "Look at what your decision did to me... did to us!" "I-I-I didn't - I... I" the dean stumbled over her words. "I've come here to say I'm going to take my job and shove it... DOWN YOUR THROAT!" Susan's arms shot over the desk and like a long red hose, pushed into the dean's mouth. "I would have said something like, I'm quitting and if you don't like it you can EAT IT!" laughed Maria as she acted it out. "That's pretty good, oh look at our BIG boss lady," Susan's attention returned to the dean who's butt had swollen in her chair and she couldn't stand. The dean's brown skirt expanded in the seat with her rear end. "Looks like the campus is having one more EXPANSION!" laughed Maria. "Working here makes you just SWELL with pride huh?" asked Susan. The dean tried her best to pull her huge ass out of the chair but couldn't. "You know what they said about desk jobs, it all goes straight to your ass," smiled Maria. "You were always such a cheapskate, always ordering everything in bulk. Is it because you like BULK!" asked Susan, strengthening the stream of gel into the dean. Her belly pushes out under her tan blouse. "Typical for your boss to steal your work. I had to bloated belly look first," laughed Maria. The dean couldn't understand how this all was funny, she was in complete horror at her growth and couldn't move. "I think I see that swelling of pride, Susan. Look at her boobs!" Maria was red in the face from laughing. Susan changed the flow to increase the dean's chest. Filling out and tearing the flowery blouse. Maria leaded over to look at the dean's ass. It was spilling from each side of the desk chair. "You bring such ASSets to this campus, boss," giggled Maria. "Do you want to do the honors, friend?" asked Susan. "Of course, let's break this puppy wide open," said Maria who walked over to the seated dean. Susan cut off the arm to the dean's mouth. "No more, please!" begging the dean. Maria playfully spun the fattened boss in her chair before stopping it to stare her in the face. "You remember the hit song that put Katy Perry on the map?" asked Maria. The dean stared up at her with no answer. "Let me give you a hint," said Maria, leaning in and kiss the dean on the lips. The gel that was still in Maria expanded and poured from her mouth into the dean's. Maria held her tight in a kiss as the dean's butt ballooned farther until the chair broke. Maria laughingly fell onto her bloated boss but kept the kissing and expansion going. "Ooooooo! Making out with your employee, you're going to get BUSTED!" joked Susan as she walked around desk for a better look. The dean tried to push Maria off but her chest and belly make Maria hard to reach. When the dean got big enough that Maria was no longer covering her belly button, Susan jumped into the dean to double her rate of expansion. Maria smiled as she felt the dean's cheeks expand and push against her own. Every little detail about the dean's body expanded greatly till she was a half a size bigger than Maria was when she thought she was gonna pop. Every piece of clothing tore off of her and even jewelry bursted off at her growth. She got so big it scooted her desk forward. Maria broke from the kiss at the right moment to act like a cowgirl on her boss before she violently exploded. It flung Maria in a title wave of red gel against the wall. Later when Susan pulled herself together there was nothing left of the dean. "That was some serious payback huh?" asked Maria. "I don't imagine a lot of employees pop their bosses when they quit," laughed Susan. Susan got back into Maria, making her clothes fit too tight again. "You know I can compress myself inside you. You could very well walk around normally," said Susan. "No, I like it this way. I know you're always with me and it's like I'm warmly hugging you always," explained Maria.
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Author's Note: Third installment in the Fenris' Inferno series. This, like the previous chapter, was written in one writer's crunch session and is just one chunk of the huge block I produced. I will separate and edit chapters as time goes by. Only one or two more chapters remain until the long awaited sexy time; meaning this is more character development.
*Legal Notes: Do not steal this story. This and other works by me are mine and mine alone to use unless given permission from me. All characters belong to their respective players. And as always, be on the lookout for my lawyer, the ghost of Johnny Cochran, for he will always be looking for you. :3*
Adrian and Stephen were led to a white van by the mysterious man that showed up in front of their dorm room earlier. Once they reached the van they were cuffed and blindfolded by other shadowy figures. The only things they know of next are sounds and feelings as the van goes on a bumpy path and around many corners. It feels like hours, but after only a few minutes they arrive at their destination. The door opens and hands pull them from the van. The men who bound them lead them into a stone crypt. Adrian feels a sense of dread and foreboding wash over him; while Stephen feels a rush of excitement. Once in the upper level of the crypt the two were released from their cuffs and blindfolds. The first thing Adrian noticed was the dank room and the stale, musky air that made him cough.
"Put these on." Adrian looks behind to the tall guy who came to their room and looked at the two packs of robes he had. Adrian took one and looked around.
"There's nowhere to change." The guys just stared at him. "You mean we have to strip here?" They continue to stare and Stephen comes up to him.
"Aww don't be a big baby. We're all going to be naked when we get down there, plus you're so dark that you'll just blend in. Haha."
Adrian just pushed him off with a grumble and walked to a corner with his back turned. He removed his shirt and pants with ease, but it took some mental preparation to remove his underwear. Slowly, the shy boy hooked his underwear with his thumbs and pulled them down, unaware of the fascinated, and naked but robed, Stephen staring at him from behind. Before he removed the garments completely he "Ah ha-ed" and pulled on his robe much to the disappointment of Stephen. With a sigh of relief at his ingenious decision, Adrian pulled off the underwear and dropped them on his clothes.
"Your clothes will remain here with us until after the ritual," said a monotone voice from behind him. "Now turn and proceed down with your fellow pledges."
Adrian turned and walked to the sets of spiral stone stairs, Stephen still behind him, and took a deep breath as he looked down into the deep, candle lit cavern. "No turning back now." Slowly he plodded down the stairs and into the den of light. As he drew closer he could hear voices of fellow pledges. As he rounded the corner of the stairs he saw about 20 other maroon robed pledges, even a few he recognized; his heart soared. With friends, he knew he could make it through this.
Quickly he and Stephen made their way over to two other friends that were pledging. They only had time to greet one another, though, before the president of the club descended the stairs and stood upon an altar next to the stone casket of the fraternity and university founder, Jessy Mercer. He was clad in maroon robes also, but his was covered in ornate, gold stitching and had a large hood attached to it. With flourish the leader of the group threw back his hood and smiled down at the pledges.
"My friends! My future brothers! We are here tonight to initiate you into our family; a family of honor, tradition, and success. We have watched you intently over the past months and came to a consensus that you shall make up the next generation of Kappa Sigmas. You, shall be the next leaders of America. You, will be agents that will change the world! You, will be Kappa Sigs!!" A loud and raucous cheer erupted inside of the underground grave, one loud enough to dislodge a few loose stones in the ceiling. When met with a rain of dust and rocks the joy in the room calmed down a little.
Adrian joined in the jovial celebration, but lost track of the leader's continuing message; only catching bits and pieces as he senses something in the room. He cannot tell what it was or where it is coming from, but he knows that it isn't anything good. He shakes his head and puts his silly fears to the side; instead, deciding to take note of the room they were in wile the leader rattled off some profound secret order crap speech at the altar. "...Feared...," Adrian heard the leader say through is pensive state. The crypt they were in was not as small as Adrian thought it was, it was actually a nice sized room that allowed for enough space to laze around, sneak off, and even separate into different cliques of friends. "...Special..." Vines had grown through the ancient rock and now hang from the ceilings and splinter out over the walls. "...Powerful..." The walls were lined with detailed depictions of heads of what one would assume are the relatives of Jessy Mercer; and upon further inspection you can see indentations in the walls where the depictions are, leading you to believe that there are coffins housed behind those stone squares. "...300 years..." In each of the four corners there were stone coffins like Jessy Mercer's in the center, but not as grand as his. "...Anniversary..." Whereas Jessy's coffin had a large gem in his family crest and a short biography on it, the others just had the family crest and a name. "...Dark Arts..." The last words he heard turned Adrian's attention back to the leader with the rest of the crowd, but his speech was over and another round of joyous applause filled the room. Adrian looked over at Stephen, who was the embodiment of hope and inspiration as he clapped for the man that stood above them.
"Hey, man. What did I miss? Did he say anything important?"
"What?" Stephen sighs. "You were standing right here, how could you not hear what he was saying," he asks with an exacerbated look on his face.
"I was...preoccupied. Now what did he say?"
Stephen just smiles and shakes his head. "No, nothing important, just the history of the fraternity, how it was founded along with the college, how the college was originally a non-religious school, oh, and Jessy Mercer being a big practitioner of demonology."
"Mmhmm...and did he give you a crash course in sarcasm too," was Adrian's sarcastically rhetorical reply. To which the Brit replies by bonking him on the head.
"Ow!"
"Now shut up and pay attention, he's speaking again."
The robed figure spreads his arms wide and smiles down at the lesser members. "Now, future brothers, remove your cloaks and embrace your fellow man!"
All of the pledges looked at each other for a minute, hesitating in revealing themselves in front of another male, let alone hugging them. It wasn't until a basketball player and a few of his fellow teammates dropped their robes and pulled each other into a man hug.
"See that? That is what you're going to be in for everyday if you join the new football team in a few years, except for your men will be bigger and harrier." Stephen laughs as he plants suggestive thoughts into his roomies head.
"Ugh, don't even joke around about that. They're only doing that because they have to shower together; and I'm only going to do this because I have to." Adrian shakes his head, clearing out bad images.
By now the majority of the room had stripped and hugged at least one other guy, so it was about time for Adrian and Stephen to join them. Stephen shed his cloak with no problem while Adrian was a little more nervous. He had to look and check for something first, an irrational sense of modesty in a room of naked men, before he could actually pull it off; but once he was comfortable he slowly opened the cloak and let it drop to the ground with a deep sigh. Before the cloak could hit the ground, though, he was embraced by his roommate, and before he could protest, three or four of his friends had also pinned him in a group hug. His arms were pinned to his side so he feels some things that he shouldn't. After a minute of hugging the group dispersed, leaving Adrian with a look of 'Death to you all!" on his face. Before he could deliver a series of complaints and insults to the perpetrators of the crime the robed leader ascended the altar once again.
"Now that you have embraced your fellow Kappa you have but one final test to pass. You must append the night in here with the corpse of our illustrious founder. Anyone who can't take it is allowed to leave at anytime. The doors are open and there will be brothers stationed to keep an eye on you. I must depart now, but before I do we must recite the chant of initiation that you were required to learn. Let's begin ..."
The crowd stirred as everyone faced the brother and dug into their memories to recollect the pledge. Some sly people wrote the pledge on the inside of their hands or even on the back of fellow pledges. Adrian and Stephen preferred to go the old fashion way and memorize it. The sound level of the crypt rose once more each voice recited the pledge in unison, led by the president.
"Oh powerful forces beyond my comprehend, I open my heart to let you in. I ask for your endless power to harden me from a delicate flower. To you I will sacrifice my only friend and serve you forever with no end. I will change the world in your image and establish a powerful lineage. Take me and mold me into a body of success, use me and change me for the best. Your design is also mine; I hold close in heart, body, and mind. I now plan to improve who I am. This I solemnly swear, (your name here) "
"Stephen Baker." His face curls in displeasure at the non-rhyme line.
"Adrian Graham." A dark shiver runs down Adrian's back.
"Well done my future brothers. You have completed the next to last step into joining the rich life of Kappa Sig. I wish you luck tonight and hope to watch you emerge tomorrow as a fellow brother." With a smile the ornately robed brother stepped down from the altar, allowing a beam of moonlight to land on the coffin of Jessy Mercer. He and his maroon robed envoy made their way up the stairs and out of the crypt, leaving the men alone and naked down below.
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Volunteer The door closed quietly. It wasn’t much of a room, small, with a full- length wall mirror on one side. She rubbed her ass, feeling the icy numbness from the injection site spreading through the muscles in her butt. She wanted this. She’d signed up for it even. But now that the reality was here? She wondered about the decision.
She wondered what would happen now. They had just told her to wait. So, she waited, the dressing gown slipping from her body. The mirror reflecting her nakedness; a soft pudgy body, that soft fluffiness that was more middle-aged housewife than nubile sex goddess. Her breasts a bit too pendulous, the slight sag in her stomach. She poked it, disheartened. Her dishwater blonde hair didn’t do her any favors either, it hung limp and straight no matter how she tried to style it. She felt plain.
The burning began. Where it had been icy, the chemical took to fire and set her insides alight. Her breath came in gasps as her thighs pulled tight together, skin knitting as if one. A crushing pain shot through her as her pelvis realigned, forcing her cunt forward, leaving it gaping lewdly above the rapidly merging skin of her legs. Her balance failed, and she toppled to the ground.
Her legs had merged, from hip to toe now, only for the skin to swell as something writhed within. It split along invisible seams as colorful scales peeked out amidst the shreds, her great tail growing outward. In moments she stretched across the room and back again, her coils dark green above, and golden yellow below.
The skin sluffed away, all the way to her hips where a crest of boney scales, like a belt, wrapped around her waist, save where it outlined her groin. It sat still thick and pink down below, dripping with excitement. The excess fat she bore melted away, leaving a waifish torso, each breast filling, turning ripe and full, followed by a second pair growing in only slightly smaller below the first. Each firm and perky, their nipples piercing the cool air, hard atop the mounds.
Her arms too rippled, feeling as if it were being torn in half. She watched in fascinated horror as her limbs split slowly, growing twins of themselves on each side of her body. She flexed them cautiously, feeling the new motions. One pair she used to grope her new breasts, the other slid down her serpentine hips. She murmured something, but it came out little more than a hiss behind her forked tongue. It flicked out, tasting the tangy air between fangs and plump kissable lips.
She gazed into the mirror, her body swaying back and forth. Equal parts lethal and lewd. She smiled wickedly at her sensual beauty, hypnotic and powerful. She curled on her new coils, aching to stretch and to feel the sun on her scales. But first? She desired, no, she ached for a lover, and a meal.
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I was in my 3rd year of college and I hadn't been home since Christmas when I decided to come home for spring break that year. I wasn't sure I was looking forward to a whole week stuck in a small town and on a farm to boot.
I hadn't told my dad what time I'd be in and when I let myself in the front door, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom down the hall. As I walked down the hall to my room, I noticed that the bathroom door was open and I glanced in. My dad was under the shower with his back to me. I was 22 I was in my 3rd year of college and I hadn't been home since Christmas. Now, it was spring break and I and my dad was 44 and he still had a killer body. I was admiring his broad shoulders and muscled back and especially his firm, full bubble ass. He started soaping up his butt and as I watched, he ran his hands over his cheeks and then into his crack. I felt my dick starting to fill and expand. I couldn't tear my eyes away. He brought his hand around with the bar of soap and started running it up and down his crack, toying with his hole. He bent forward slightly and used his other hand to spread his cheeks wider. I could see the wet hair in his crack and his puckered hole. By now, my dick was so hard there was a tent in the front of my sweat pants.
He stood up straight and brought his hands around to the front and I could tell that he was now soaping up his cock and balls. Before I could step away from the door, he turned around to face me. It wasn't my dad at all...it was my granddad! He wasn't conscious of me in the doorway. My granddad was 65 that year but you never would have guessed from his body. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, his waist looked the same size as mine and his chest had defined pecs and a nice coat of curly hair, just starting to gray. His abs was flat and his bush looked like he kept it trimmed. But what really caught my attention was his cock. He was still soaping it up and it was definitely getting hard. He ran his soapy fist up and down it, making his big loose balls swing back and forth in their shaved sack. His cock looked to be about the same size as mine; just a hair under 8 inches but it looked slightly fatter, too. He must have felt my eyes on him because he suddenly looked up. He looked me in the eye and smiled slightly, then dropped his eyes to the raging hard on ballooning out the front of my pants. The hand pumping his cock slowed down, barely moving over the hard pole and he reached his other hand down and grabbed his big ball sac and pulled it out from his crotch. I knew I was blushing 50 shades of red at getting caught so I just said, "I get the shower next." and hurried to my room and closed the door.
A few minutes later, granddad knocked on the door and said, "Shower's free." I waited till I heard him pad off down the hall, then gathered my clean clothes and went to take my shower. My cock was still hard as a board and it took all of my willpower not to jerk it off right then and there and even more when I was in the shower, soaping up my cock and ass where I had just watched my granddad do the same thing. Thankfully, by the time I was finished my dick had deflated. I pulled on an old loose pair of gym shorts and an old t-shirt and left the bathroom.
I could hear my dad's voice coming from the living room, so I headed that way. When I got to the doorway I could see granddad sitting on the sofa across the room in a white terrycloth robe. His legs were spread and from where I stood I could see his big cock and heavy balls. He saw me looking and spread his legs a little wider. My dad was sitting at the other end of the room and as I stood there he was saying, "You just have to watch it, granddad! This is a small town."
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Your granddad here was overheard telling the Korean guy down at the store that he had a cute ass and that he wanted him to sit on his face!"
I looked at granddad and I noticed that his cock was growing and getting hard again. Seeing it, I felt my own cock start to expand.
"What I said was that he had a HOT little ass and that I'd stick my tongue up it any time. If your old asshole buddy Mike hadn't been lurking around, nobody else would have heard a thing and neither would you!" He reached down and adjusted his cock and I saw that it was half hard, standing out on its own and lifted off of his balls. My own cock was almost fully hard and I could feel the head of it sliding out from the hem of my shorts.
"I'm just saying you need to be more discreet." dad said. He glanced over at me and I saw his eyes go to the cock head hanging out of my shorts and the stiff shaft holding the front of my shorts out. Granddad shifted and his robe fell away from his cock, now fully hard and standing uncovered and straight up
"Granddad, your hard on is showing!" Dad said.
"Oh hell, this boy's seen a hard dick before. So have you for that matter. It looks from here like he's pretty hard himself."
I reached down and rubbed my hand over the front of my shorts, stroking my hard on.
"I see he has carried on the family tradition of big dicks, too. Come on over here and let me get a closer look at that." he said to me.
"Just ignore the horny old bastard." dad said.
"It's okay." I said. "Let him get a good look."
I crossed the room to where granddad was sitting and he pulled his robe all the way open so his body and hard cock were fully exposed. I stopped in front of him and he took a good look at the hard meat filling my shorts and the taut red cock head sticking out of the leg. He wrapped his left hand around his own big cock and then ran his finger on his right hand over my piss slit and showed me the crystal beads of natural lube that had leaked out of my hole on his finger. He popped his finger in his mouth and sucked it and said, "Tastes sweet!"
Dad stood up and said, "You old pervert, leave the boy alone."
I turned my head to dad and said, "It's alright. I'm cool." and just as I finished my sentence, granddad grabbed the sides of my shorts and pulled them to the floor. There I was bare assed naked in front of him and my dad with my hard cock inches from granddad's face.
"I told you he shared the family meat." granddad said. He grabbed the shaft of my cock and softly stroked it, making more juicy lube bubble out of my piss slit. I looked over at dad and I could see his own hard cock outlined in the front of his khakis.
"You ever had an old man suck on your dick?" Granddad asked.
"You don't have to put up with this." dad said. "Do you want to go to your room?"
"I told you, it's cool." I said. I turned back to granddad and said," I've never had anybody suck my cock. Are you going to be the first?"
In answer, granddad pulled my cock so that it stood straight out from my body and then stuck out his tongue and licked the precum off of my cock head. I almost shot my load right then. I watched as he took the head in his mouth and then slowly watched as his lips slid down my shaft until the full length of my cock was buried in his throat. I'd never felt anything so amazing...then, he slowly started backing my cock out of his throat and it felt even better.
I glanced over at dad and he had his own cock out now, his hand slowly pumping the shaft and the head glistening with his own precum.
"Come on over here and give your old man a taste of that daddy dick." granddad said to my dad.
"Is this okay?" Dad asked me.
"As long as he keeps sucking my dick, it's better than okay." I said. Dad unhooked his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, then lifted his shirt off over his head. His body was even hotter that granddad's, his chest muscles tight and his belly showing a faint six pack. His big meaty cock was the same size as mine and granddad's but covered with a network of swollen veins and his big ball sack was a little longer. His balls looked like two eggs and one hung lower than the other. Dad walked over to where I was standing and lifted my t-shirt off over my head, then ran his hands over my chest and down my belly.
"You're a hot little fucker, aren't you?" dad asked.
I looked down at granddad and he had a cock in each hand and was taking turns licking the heads.
"He ain't a little fucker, as you can see." he said. Then he stood up and all three of us had our cocks standing against each other. I reached down and pumped a cock in each hand.
"Seems amazing that 3 hard cocks could look so much alike and be the same size." dad said.
"Are you really a virgin?" granddad asked.
"As long as you don't count beating off," I said. "I've done a hell of a lot of that but otherwise, nothing and nobody."
"Well, I guess you know what you're getting into." granddad said and sat back down and started sucking my cock again.
"And what might be getting into you." dad said as he slid his hand down my back, then between my cheeks and probed my ass hole with a finger.
"I've been waiting all of my life to find out." I said. Dad started kissing me then, sliding his tongue into my mouth and sucking on my own tongue in return while his finger slowly wormed its way into my ass. The combined effect of his kissing and fingering and granddad's blowjob had made my balls draw up and my juice start climbing its tubes.
"I'm getting ready to cum!" I said and granddad grabbed hold of my balls and pulled down on them at the same time he freed my cock from his mouth. I felt my juice drain back down into my balls.
"We can't have that." granddad said. "I've got plans for you. I saw you checking out my ass when you caught me in the shower."
"I've got to admit, I was impressed. That's a world class ass." I said.
"Well, you got your dick sucked for the first time today. I think it's time you lost your ass fucking cherry, too." he said.
He got up and turned sideways on the sofa so that he was on his hands and knees. "Reach down in the drawer of the coffee table and you'll find a bottle of lube." he said to me, then looked at dad and said, "and you sit your ass up on this couch arm so I can suck your dick while I'm getting my ass fucked."
I got on my knees behind him on the couch. Granddad's ass looked even better close up and I stroked both cheeks and felt the fine hair covering them.
"What do I do?" I asked.
Dad reached down over granddad's back, grabbed his cheeks and spread his ass crack open. I could see the curly hairs growing on the insides of his cheeks, surrounding his puckered hole that was a shade darker than the skin around it. My dick was throbbing just looking at it.
"Squeeze some of that lube on your fingers and grease up his hole." dad said. I did as he said and spread the lube in his crack and over his hole.
"Use some more and push it up inside his hole. You want it nice and slick when your cock is in there." dad told me. I squeezed out some more, then pressed it against his hole and watched my finger disappear in the dark pucker of his ass. Even though his mouth was full of dad's dick, I could hear a deep sigh come from granddad.
"Am I hurting him?"
"Hell, no, the old man loves it. Use two fingers and watch him squirm." I sunk another finger up his ass and granddad started pushing his hips back to meet me.
"Now, lube up your cock and press the head against his hole." Dad was still holding his cheeks so his ass was spread open. I pressed my cock into his hole and watched as the head disappeared inside him, his pucker smoothing out as it expanded around my cock. I pushed harder and watched my inches slowly slide in until the full length of my cock was buried in his butt. It felt amazing, smooth and hot and tight around my dick.
"Okay" dad said, "You're in. Now just let nature take its course and fuck him like a bitch." I slowly moved my hips and watched my dick slide out of his hole, almost the full length, then I shoved it back in. Granddad made a moaning sound around the cock in his mouth and moved him hips back against me. I let him fuck himself on my dick for a minute or two, but by now I really needed to fuck his ass harder. I started pounding his ass, watching as dad's dick slid down his throat every time I drove my cock up his butt.
Granddad lifted his mouth off of dad's cock and said, "That's it, boy. Hammer my ass. Make it hurt!"
I started fucking him harder, pulling out till only my cock head was inside his hole and then slamming the full length deep into his guts. Granddad had stopped sucking dad's dick and was laying with his head on the sofa cushion and his ass up high. Dad was still on the sofa arm, his big cock hard as a brick and standing straight up, watching me fuck his old man's ass. I grabbed his hard meat and stroked it a few times and dad jumped down and came around to stand beside me so he could see my dick sliding in and out of the hole.
"Goddamn!" granddad said, "This boy is a natural born ass fucker! You need to try some of this dick!" Dad grabbed the tube of lube and squeezed out a big wad and I watched as he stuck it up his ass.
"Come on and give your old dad some of that college boy dick." he said as he leaned over and rested his arms on the sofa back. I slowly eased my cock out of granddad's ass. It looked bigger than it ever had and shone with the lube coating it, the head as big as a plum. Granddad sat up and dad got up on his knees on the sofa, his ass spread wide open. I moved around behind him. Dad's ass was even hotter than granddad's, his ass cheeks meatier and rounder. His spread open crack was hairless and where granddad's ass hole had been a dark pucker, dad's was a rose pink and almost concave.
"Damn," I said, "that looks good enough to eat!"
"One thing at a time." dad said. "Right now, I need your cock in me." I positioned my cock head against his hole and slowly slid the whole length in in one go.
I was even more turned on than I had been fucking granddad's ass, just knowing that this was my father and I had my dick buried in his hole. I started fucking him, slow at first and then increasing the tempo. I started shifting my hips from side to side so that my cock head beat against the sides of his chute and corkscrewing my dick so that it moved inside his ass in a circular motion. Dad started groaning and reached back and grabbed my hips to pull me closer and get more hard cock up his hole. Granddad, in the meantime, watched me fuck his son's ass for a few minutes then got on his knees behind us. I could feel his head between my legs and then I felt his tongue licking my balls.
"That's it, granddad." I said. "Lick my juicy balls." Granddad grabbed my sack and pulled my balls down, and then I felt his tongue sliding between my ass cheeks. His hot tongue found my hole and started tongue fucking me.
"Uh oh" I said, "I'm getting ready to cum!" Granddad pulled back on my balls until my cock popped out of dad's ass hole.
"Not so fast." he said. "I busted your ass fucking cherry and that first load belongs to me." He got up on his knees beside dad and reached back and spread his cheeks.
"Shove your cock in here and give me that virgin load!" he said. I slid my cock into his tight ass and started fucking him again. I really needed to shoot my load and I started fucking him harder and faster. I could feel my dick getting even harder and swelling up in his chute.
"Yeah, fucker, shoot that cum in my guts!" granddad said. Dad reached behind me and slid his fingers in my crack and I felt one of his lubed fingers penetrate my ass hole and start moving inside me. That was the last straw and cum started shooting out of my piss slit like a fire hose. I shoved my cock as far as it would go up granddad's ass while I came and I heard him say, "I can feel your juice shooting into me!"
I was draped over granddads back after I finished cumming, my cock still lodged deep in his ass and dad's finger deep in my hole. I felt like I was ready to pass out. Dad eased his finger out of my butt and I slowly backed my cock out of granddad's ass. I watched as the shaft slowly slid out and then watched the big head pop out, leaking cum. Granddad's stretched hole gaped open and my cum ran out and down between his legs.
We all flopped down on the sofa, me sitting in the middle. Dad and granddad both still had rock hard erections and I took one in each hand to play with. Granddad turned and started kissing me and dad started stroking my still hard cock. It normally takes a long time for my dick to deflate after I cum and the added stimulation of granddad kissing me and dad stroking my cock soon had me hard as steel.
"This thing is supposed to go soft after you cum." dad said.
"Not for me. I usually have to beat it a second time to get it to lie down."
Dad kept playing with my cock and then he asked, "Do you think you can cum again? I'd love to get a load of your spunk up my ass today, too."
"I guess there's only one way to find out." I replied. Dad got up and stood in front of me, then turned his back and eased down on my cock. He used his hand to guide it into his hole and I watched it disappear into his ass. He rocked back and forth on it a few times, and then used his thigh muscles to pump his ass up and down and fuck my cock with his hole. Granddad got up and knelt between our spread legs and I felt his tongue licking my balls and my shaft in dad's ass hole. The he sucked on dad's balls and I could see him take dad's hard cock in his mouth and suck it down his throat.
Dad kept fucking himself on my cock and all the while I was getting hotter and hotter. I couldn't take it any longer and I grabbed dad and forced him to the side, my cock lodged all the way up his ass, and positioned him on his knees in front of the sofa so that I could fuck him doggy style. I looked down and watched my dick sliding in and out of my dad's hole and I heard him say, "Oh fuck yes. Give me that big dick. Fuck your daddy's ass hole."
I started really slamming my cock into his hole, not caring if it hurt him, just wanting to drain another load of cum out of my swollen balls. I felt granddad behind me and I knew what was coming. He pried my ass cheeks apart and I felt his hot tongue once again slide into my ass hole. I was pounding dad's ass like a jackhammer and granddad somehow managed to keep his lips glued to my ass and his tongue in my hole. Before I could even think about it, I felt my hot cum squirting out of my piss hole and into my father's well fucked ass. It felt like his ass was clenching and milking even more juice out of my cock.
Granddad got on his knees behind me and wrapped his arms around my body and I could feel his hard cock slotted upright between my ass cheeks. He looked over my shoulder and said, "I want to watch you slide your cock out of his hole."
My cock was finally going soft inside of dad's hole. I slowly backed it out and as it appeared, granddad wrapped his hand around the shaft. When the head finally popped free of dad's bruised hole, granddad milked my dick so the last remaining drops of cum squeezed out of the piss slot and then used his fingers to scoop it up and pop it in his mouth. "Good to the last drop!" he said.
Dad got up and sat on the sofa and granddad got up and sat beside him. I leaned back so that I was half lying on the floor and admired the two men I'd just fucked. I couldn't decide which one was the hottest and I stared at their big dicks, both standing straight up from their crotches.
"It's a good thing I'm a young guy," I said, "so that I could show both of you a good time."
Dad looked at granddad, and then said to me, "Oh, but you're not done yet." He grabbed his hard cock around the shaft and did the same with granddads.
"A gentleman never lets his partner go home with a hard on. You're going to get your first lesson in cock sucking today, too. And luckily, you've got two hard dicks to practice on so get your ass over here and start sucking my cock."
I got up on my knees and positioned myself between his legs and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, then ran my tongue up the length to the tip. "I've had a fantasy for a long time of sucking your dick." I told him.
"Well, it's a good thing I didn't know because I might have let you. Now, less talk and more cock sucking. "
I took his fat cock head into my mouth and then let my lips slowly creep down the shaft until I had almost the full length in my throat. It tasted delicious. I slowly inched back up till only the head was in me.
"Keep that up.' dad said. "Stroke it with your lips." I continued bobbing up and down on his stiff prong. "No matter how straight a guy might say he is, they all like having their ass hole played with while they're getting blown." dad said. "Slide you hand between my cheeks and finger my hole."
I did as he asked. His ass hole was still lubed and slippery with my ball juice and I let the full length of my finger slide up inside of his ass.
"Yeah, that's the way. Move your finger around. You feel that hard lump behind the base of my cock? That's my prostate. Stroke it while you suck my dick."
I moved my lips up and down on his shaft, all the while with my finger deep up his ass and stroking his gland.
"You're doing a great job." dad said, breathing hard. "Concentrate on working my head over if you want me to cum."
I started using short fuck strokes on just the head of his cock with my mouth and stroked his prostate harder and faster. Dad started squirming, jerking his cock in my mouth while at the same time pressing down and trying to get my finger farther up his hole.
He arched his back and said, "You're doing it, you're going to make me cum." just as I felt his cock head swell even bigger and the first shot of his hot juice flood my throat. I worked my mouth up and down on his cock head and felt at least three my shots of ball juice shoot out of his dick, so much juice that I had a hard time swallowing it all. My dick started to get hard all over again, just thinking that I was sucking my father's cock and swallowing his cum, the same cum that I had been made from.
"Goddamn," dad gasped, "a natural born ass fucker and a champion cock sucker, too!" I kept my mouth on his dick and let it soften in my mouth, sucking up the last drops of his juice. Then I laid my head on his thigh and watched his cock relax.
Granddad reached over and grabbed me by the hair. "You're only half done." he said and pulled my head over so that my cheek rested against his hard dick. I moved over so that now I was kneeling between his legs and he guided his big dick between my lips. It tasted just as good as dad's had. I knew I had to do an especially good job on granddad's dick as thanks for him introducing me to the world of cock. I slid my mouth down his shaft and, at the same time, I wrapped my hand around his loose hanging balls and pulled down on his sack.
"I wonder who taught you that trick?" granddad said. I pulled a little harder and he groaned, then I upped the tempo of my head bobbing on his cock. I was going from base to tip, sliding his dick deep in my throat each time while tugging on his nuts. I lifted my other hand and shoved two of my fingers up his cum filled hole in one move. His whole body bucked up off the sofa and I pushed him back down with my mouth on his cock. I spread my fingers wide inside his ass, and then wiggled each of them. Granddad was rocking from side to side muttering, "Fuck fuck fuck."
I felt for his prostate and started tapping out a rhythm on it with each finger, pretty hard. I also started working over just the head of his cock, the way I had done dad's meat.
"Holy fuck!" granddad shouted and I jammed both fingers against his prostate. His whole body went stiff and his cock head swelled in my mouth and started shooting one long stream of hot juice into my throat. I kept poking his prostate and he kept cumming.
"Holy fucking god!" he said. His cum had stopped flowing. I eased my fingers out of his ass and I wrapped my hand around his cock and licked his piss hole with the tip of my tongue until it stopped leaking cum. He flopped back on the sofa and with my other hand I reached over and grabbed a hold of dad's cock.
"Did I pass the interview?" I asked. "Can I have a permanent position as you two's fuck bud?"
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Blah blah, no one under 18 admitted to read the story, and if you are not in the likings of rough play, spanking, whipping or domination then this really ain't the story for you. BACK OFF!
Quite an interesting turn of events... Were the words that ehcoed through Laska's mind as he awoke in the middle of a beautiful, grassy field on that warm summer's day. Having previously been caught up in quite the act the night before his body still somewhat weakened from the activities as proof his left leg lay limp, motionless... Unable to move it from the fact that he was as tired as he was.
He sighed lightly as he lay there staring up at the clear blue sky, eyes half-closed in relaxation as he played a staring game with the sun in his somewhat delirious mannerisms of tired. His usual hoodie lay a good few feet away from his resting body, torn in two from previously mentioned activities. He chuckled as he recalled the memory so quickly even though he was still awakening from the stupor of his own little dream world. His paw covered his face as he drifted off into rememberance.
Pitch black outside save for the fire he sat at and the moon above.. Stars glinting lightly like the flickering of a dieing light bulb. He stood there by the fire in naught but a leather-made loincloth painted up to somewhat of a tribal effect, following along in the path of his teacher. Living his life as a nomad was tough, living off of the land, not truely using any modern tools 'cept for his clothing, shoes, and his CD player of course. His fluff-ball tail waggled as he stared into the fire, concentrating hard upon his teachings as he then turned, hearing a footstep clearing the brush of the field.
He knelt down and rolled behind a fallen tree, peeking over to take a good look at what had tried to sneak up on him. A lioness no less, but what was she doing here in the fields of a cattle farmer? He left no time for question as he stepped from behind the fallen tree filled with either bravery, or stupidity, at this point his mind registered it as dumb luck when he pointed a finger and said to the lioness.-
"State your name, you are trespassing on my native lands during a ritual that I must perform to move onto the next plane of thinking..."-Was what he muttered, before snickering lightly.-"Nah, just joshin' ya toots... I'm Laska... What's your name?"-He said, lowering his paw back to his side as he took a seat on the tree that he used as refuge only a moment earlier. The lioness turned her hungry gaze to his small, somewhat muscular form.. Nearly naked she thought to herself as she stared him down.-"I've no name, or rather it's none of your concern what my name is... Truthfully if I were you, I'd be running right... About... Now."
She said in a calm, almost dulcet tone as she pounced, but he was quick to dodge allowing her to practically fling herself over the tree as he tucked and rolled into the thick grass surrounding the fire. The lioness growled gently and chased after, following his scent. He chuckled to himself as he was in the knowledge of her having fell for his trap, in the teachings of his master he grabbed his necklace and concentrated. Four more of him appeared and darted off in opposite directions, one running back from whence he came to confuse the liones thoroughly.
He crouched down into the grass and kept an eye on her as her head spun trying to keep up with each moving part of him, they soon all dissappeared into the grass as well as he did, vanishing. He stood up partially to get a glimpse of her, behind her own clothing he saw that the clothing itself had no backside coverage, giving him a good view of her well rounded rear-end. He shook his head in disbelief and said.-"Jeez.. Tryin' to give me a heart attack ain'tchya lady?"
And with that, he realized his mistake. She turned and saw him, quickly running for him. He sighed and sat down, knowing she'd be there in a matter of seconds... And as he guessed she now hovered about him slowly, growling in a somewhat excited manner as she stated.-"You give a good challenge... I guess I can tell you my name before I feast upon your...Tender, fragile little body. My name is Alsia..."-And at that, she pounced with claws extended.
He smirked seeing the flaw in her attack, gently pushing a footpaw up against her abdomen, launching her over himself as he rolled onto his feet.-"Just because you got me in close range, Alsia... Doesn't mean you'll get what ya want. I'm not gunna go down like some lil'fragile hare."-He said as he returned the pounce, landing dead center of her chest, knocking her back onto her tail-end. He then mounted her and placed his paws on her shoulders, though he knew that he was not nearly strong enough to hold her for very long in this position, he shrugged the thought of her ripping him to pieces off. He sighed lightly and closed his eyes.-"One thing you predators need to learn.. One o'these days the food for your meal is gunna fight back... And I'm guessin' that said revolution is gunna start right... About... Now."-He said, mocking her earlier statement with a bit of sassed tongue behind it. His words were soon abruptly stopped as she lifted her feetpaws and wrapped them about his neck, giving a rough tug to inadverdantly toss him to the ground.
In which case she saw fit to straddle his hips and give him just the same stare-down that he had given her prior to this now situation when he had been in control. Unbeknownst to the lioness though, his right paw had landed under his body and clutched the hilt of the whip hanging on the back of his loincloth. He brought it out as she prepared to sink her claws into his well built chest, giving it a twirl then a yank and with that... Her paws were tied together at the wrists. He gave it another yank and tossed her aside with that motion, moving to his feet as he pulled back on the whip. This action caused her to be scooted lightly on her knees back against him, in which he saw the best action. He placed a footpaw against her spine and pushed inwards as he pulled the whip torwards himself, causing her back to forcively arch as he leaned in and nipped at one of her ears.-
"Look here, lil'miss hissy kit... Seein' as you're all tied up and such.. I'm thinkin' that I'ma 'bout to have a lil'fun.. Play a lil'game so to speak, ya dig?"-He said as he pushed her muzzle-first into the soft, grassy soil. She purred lightly as she turned her head to look at him with a smile as her tail flicked back and forth.-"Oh... My. It seems that you've caught me. What's the point in this Laska? Why hold me prisoner? If you just let me go, we'll forget about this little incident and I'll make sure to nev..."-She was cut off in that sentence as he gave her rump a throttling with the handle of the whip. She yowled in pain before turning to him with a hiss.-"What was that for you little bastard? Oh, if you thought I was just going to let you go, you're sadly mistaken... I'll make sure that not a single piece of you is left, maybe a few bones.."
He grinned at that, and gave her ass another few whacks with the handle of the whip.-"Toots, you really ain't in the place to try and be bad, or try to threaten someone.. Lesse who's got the most authority at this current point in time.. You're on your knees, tied up at the wrist... And I'm standing on firm ground spankin' ya with a whip... And, as far as it goes by the time you are untied I'll be long gone."-He said with a smirk as he reached down and plucked off the clothing covering her bottom half. He then removed her upper clothing and said to her.-"Now, as far as I can tell it seems that you've got quite a nice body on ya... And for now, I'll use it as my play thing, capiche?"
He said, as he spit onto the hilt of the whip and shoved it directly into her tailhole, using said saliva as a makeshift lube. The sound that emitted from deep within her throat couldn't be distinguished as pain or pleasure, but he knew exactly what she felt just by looking down to see the fur along her spin all the way up to the scruff of her neck standing on end. He grabbed the whip hilt and pulled up, causing her to stand along with it, for her not being able to stand the pressure of the pull within the confines of her well toned, tight rump. He pushed it slightly deeper to signal her to walk, smirking as he led her back to the campfire where he hun the loose bits of the whip over a knot on the previously mentioned tree of refuge. He then walked to his bag and rummaged through it's contents until he pulled his paw back, wielding a paddle of somewhat large proportion. He turned to her and moved in, grabbing her by her hair with a devious grin playing 'crosst his lips as he forced her into a bent over, nearly spread eagle position against the fallen tree. He gave her buttocks an examining glance as he then came down harshly upon her right ass-cheek with the flat, oak surface of the paddle.
The smack resounded and echoed throughout the empty field for a good second before a second administering was issued, back and forth on each buttock in rapid succession. Her body writhed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she grit her sharp, flesh tearing teeth, gnashing them horribly as she clenched her body up for all it was worth. She finally cried out in pain, as a moan of pure ecstacy followed in suit closely behind it. She closed her eyes and whimpered.-"Please, just let me go, I beg of you."-He chortled a bit as he leaned in to take a quick nip at her neck before whispering lightly.-"Oh, just a few moments ago, you wre goin' to eat me... Now you want me to stop?"-Her rump swayed back and forth somewhat teasingly he thought, as she looked back to him in a pleading manner.-
"Yes... Please just let me be.."-His fingers met his chin-tuft for a moment before his gaze met her own.-"How 'bout no? I'm havin' way too much fun and by the time this is over, you'll thank me for it."-The grin returned to his face as he pressed the paddle against her nether regions, rubbing it back and forth betwixt her entrance, and her clit slowly, applying more and more pressure with each passing second. Her hips bucked at this attention, ears flattening to her tan colored head as she mewled in pleasure.-"Oh... My goodness!"-Were the words that escaped her lips as he continued the friction between the paddle knob and her cunt. She tilted her head back and moaned out.-"God, please not there... I've never..."-She stopped mid-sentence as another moan of delight erupted from her, but he got the message though. Which in knowing this only prevoked him to be a bit more devious in his deliveries..
He pulled the paddle up and brought it back against the cleft of skin directly between her reddened rear and her tight little cunny. Which caused her to yelp in pain as her body jumped. Jolts of pleasure signaling up her spine as he brought the paddle up once more.-"Again... Or do you really want me to stop?"-She gasped, and shook her head quickly in dissapproval at the word stop. He smirked and gave her another spank, which in turn caused her back to arch as her hips wiggled in frustration.-"Quit teasing me... I can't stand it anymore.."-She said as her tail swayed back and forth as she looked back with a seductive glare.-"Make my day.."-And with that, he tossed aside the paddle, grabbing the hilt of the whip that was still jammed up her posterior just so, that it would tickle her tightening rectum each time he wiggled it back and forth. Her tail lifted to accept the whip's handle with happiness as her body shook somewhat nervously, in need of more.
He tugged off his loincloth and presented to her his hardened member, and with ecstatic proclaim she gasped as he wasted no time in hilting it in her instantly. With one siimple thrust he took from her which she begged him not to take only moments before, but now she begged for him to do just the opposite. She wanted him to make her his little she-bitch, which he mostly already knew. His paw grasped the whip's handle and began to pull it in and out, matching the rythmn of his rough, quite rapid thrusts into her tight virgin hole. Her hips bucked wildly in a passionate blaze of fury as a moan sounded from her each time their hips met with one another. Her body still tense from the shock of the paddling, finally began to loosen up with each following thrust from the wiley hair that had put her here in the first place. He pounded away at her without hesitation, not slowing his pace as he grunted with each almost-painful hilting. Her tight walls clutching his shaft eagerly awaiting his seed as he made way with giving her something to remember. Her body tensed up once more as her back arched so quickly that it nearly caused her to fall to her knees as an orgasm rattled her so.
A growl of the deepest guttural ecstacy escaped her throat as a rumbling purr welled up within her chest as he continued to work her, each time their hips met he grunted as his own climax approached quickly. His cock began to twitch, pulsating in time with each thrust as his paw continued grinding the handle of the whip into her bum, the sounds of their wild doings ehcoing throughout the field, surely the cattle farmer would hear it. His climax finally came, erupting forth into her with much excitement to her, she felt his thick, steamy seed coat her walls as her own juices dribbled down her inner thighs, making a puddle on the ground as well as matting her fur up quite nicely as she came as well, a yowl of climax pouring forth from her as her head met the tree, both of the two panting in exhaustion as the whip handle left her rump, pulling the coil from her wrists allowing her freedom of movement once again.
They both fell to the ground with smiles of pure joy on their faces, a purr of quite affectionate proportions gently leaving her maw as she said to him.-"Well... That was quite an interesting turn of events.."-A single claw played at his chest fur as they both drifted off into a deep sleep. During the night she awoke and smiled at the sleeping hair, walking to his clothing. She knelt down and tore a few slits here and there in his hoodie, a little parting gift as she meandered off into the brush once more. He sighed as he came from the daze of his day dream and leaned up, putting his pants on.-"Well... I guess I'm off then.."-And with that he gathered his things and left the prairie, the cattle farmer coming out now on the first light of the sun to tend to his herd toting a gun to protect himself from the beast he had heard just the night before.-
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(F tf Fox/Hare hybrid)
Vicky was a beautiful woman, and she knew it. She was not mean spirited but she did have a habit of teasing. Her heels clicked on the tile floor of the mall as she entered. Her breasts were a C cup handful each- just enough to fill a person's palm, but she had legs for days. She wore heels, black leggings and a short denim skirt. Her bust was shown off well enough in her turtle necked black sweater- the fabric was flexible enough to hug the curvature of her girls. The sleeves were a tad long, but not nearly long enough to hide her long ruby red nails. Her hair hung to her shoulders and was normally pale sandy brown but the bottom half of her head it was dyed base blue, so it looked like the underside of her hair was a different color than the outer.
A handsome dark skinned man quickly walked toward her as soon as he spotted Vicky walking by. "Ah, there is our superstar."
"Oh! Uh, hey Rick. I was just heading somewhere, sorry I can't hang out t-"
"Oh, so you aren't just window shopping?"
She smiled a bit nervously. "N-no."
He held up his cell phone. "Like it says in your twatter post from fifteen minutes ago."
She finally stopped walking entirely and put a hand on her hip. "C'mon Rick. Not today."
"Or yesterday, or the week before that. Just get it over with! Madison and Orez both did theirs long ago."
Vicky had been playing an interesting game with her friends and landed on a transformation dare. One of the stipulations they drunkenly put onto the game however is that the transformation must be at least initiated in public- at least up to the part where they most likely have to ditch their clothes. Vicky is the last to fulfill her dare, but she also had a unique situation. A dice roll and a coin toss together determined what the transformation would be- the dice narrowed hers down to either a fox or a hare. When she flipped the coin though to determine if she went predator or prey, it landed on the most unlikely side- the rim. The coin was stood up on its edge- it didn't land on either side! Her friends allowed it, and said she could pick whichever she wanted.
Rick gave Vicky the enchanted coin- practically shoving it into her hand. He was not going to let her get away with putting it off any longer. She rubbed the coin between her thumb and index as she looked around. Vicky was going to have to be strategic about this. If she just wandered aimlessly while transforming she might shrink out of her clothes in the middle of a hallway. There was no laws against transforming wherever you wanted but there are laws against public nudity. Rick told her to come with him to the foot court and he would get her a drink. Of course, drag her to the most populated area of the mall- the food court is in the middle of the entire thing! Vicky flipped the coin to the fox side and activated it. Fox are considered more elegant and clever. Plus if she starts to get too small for her clothing she can use the tail to help hold her skirt up longer- a hare basically has no tail, just a big ball of fluff. It was hard to tell as she was walking if she was transforming already or just feeling hot from preemptive embarrassment.
"Am I... showing?" She spoke quietly to Rick.
He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a casual glance over. "Ears are a bit pointy- that is it so far. You have no problem showing off your own body all the time- why so uptight about showing off a body that isn't even yours?"
"It is still mine... sort of. Except I have no control over it. Plus people might think I am some sort of pervert changing in public."
"Well it wouldn't be much of a dare if there wasn't something embarrassing about it."
Vicky started to feel subtle twitches in the muscles of her face, making her tighten her lips and scrunch up her face occasionally in response. The cartilage in her ear was thinning, causing it to change shape without the skin itself changing yet. Her eyebrows also tightened a bit, causing them to be thicker and rounder instead of long and narrow. As they continued to walk as casually as possible toward the food court she could feel her tail bone start to extend. It was an odd subtle feeling, and she could feel it more on the bones the new vertebrae extended off from than the new ones themselves. The muscle expanding over the growing tail was considerably more of a direct sensation. Reluctantly she reached back and hooked a thumb under her panties and skirt and let them down enough to flick the growing nub over top of them so it didn't feel so cramped. She almost scraped her lower back by accident with her thumb nail and looked at her fingertips after- seeing her nails changing shape. They became narrow and sharp, their mass compressing to make them much thicker, though they did not extend any further than they already were- becoming small but sharp claws. Vicky kept the coin in her left hand; she had one last trick up her sleeve to ensure she can dash into a bathroom or out of the mall before her transformation got too far. They said she could take whatever form she wanted since the coin landed on its edge. When one transformation gets too far along, she will 'change her mind' and activate the other transformation, resetting the progress.
"Ah!"
She reached up quickly at a prickling feeling in her eyebrows and scratched it, immediately feeling two stiff bristles. She was growing brow whiskers- the feeler hairs a fox has. Looking at her hand again as she brought it down she noted her skin was looking bruised on her palms and around her nails- it was turning black like a fox's 'gloves'. Her tail started to flick back and forth in agitation. She wanted to grab it and pull but that would absolutely call attention to it. The fur was starting to grow in on it, causing a milt itching. Vicky could feel her ears growing long and narrow now- actually changing shape as they too grew a light coat of fur on them. Rick pulled on her arm a moment snapping her out of her concentration on her own body just as another woman scowled at her, only a few inches ahead! Vicky blushed brightly and apologized- she had been concentrating on her own body as it changed so much she nearly walked head first into another person! They looked at her like she was a freak as they walked past. Oooh, they definitely noticed her weird partial form.
She sat down on a stool at a small table at the food court finally, sighing in releif. Vicky quickly spun on the stool and flicked her growing tail under the table toward Rick.
"Can you tug on it?"
He grinned. "Absolutely."
He reached under the table to grab it out of the view of other people and deliberately pulled too hard, almost yanking her off her stood and chuckling as she braced her back on the table to stop from falling. She leaned forward and he pulled back. Pulling on a tail can easily hurt an animal, but its because the first thing you grip is the fur, not the tail itself- so it would be like yanking on someone's hair. If you grip firmly enough and closer to the base of the tail, you will pull more on the actual tail itself, which does not hurt. Tugging gently on the lengthening fur helped it extend faster to ease the itch, and pulling on the tail itself helped stretch the muscles- since they are newly formed they have a need to stretch out and flex so her body knows they all work properly. The tail was getting big- fast. The tail itself was a good length but the fur of a fox tail is very bushy, making it seem even larger. The base was vermilion, then a line of black divided it from a snow white tip. Because of the tug of war between them though she was sat unusually firmly on the stool and yipped in surprise as she felt her pussy press into her panties! Her vulva was starting to change, which was triggering pleasure nerves and making her unintentionally horny- as well as causing the outer labia to project further out, making it rub against the fabric. She quickly took the coin out, flipped it and activated the other side.
Rick let go of her tail and cocked an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"I was changing too fast I... I panicked, and activated the other transformation to reset. It doesn't matter what one I turn into, so..."
He chuckled again. "It doesn't work like that."
Her heart skipped a beat and suddenly it felt like someone was tugging on her ears. "What do you mean?"
"Activating one doesn't cancel the other one. If you activated the other side that means you get both. Your now turning into a hare-fox hybrid."
Since both species are quadrupeds and pawed mammals, they have several features that overlap, which just caused those changes to do double time! Vicky went to dart to the bathroom immediately but Rick grabbed her tail again, halting her. Fully grown now it was sized up to her current body, so massively bushy and a hard target to miss. Rick told her the others waited till about the halfway point before they dipped out, though Vicky argued she was changing faster than they did. She glanced around at people looking over at them and quickly scoot back toward the table so Rick would loosen his grip enough for her to flick her tail out of his hand again. She then realized how large her ears must be and tucked them back quickly along her hair, hoping to blend them in. And they were starting to blend in a bit- but not how she intended. Her ears were black, but as the fur continued to come in it turned to vermilion again at the base, which was now starting to bleed into her actual hair, turning it from the roots out to the tips to the same vermilion- except her undertone since that was dyed in. Her ears were now beyond a fox already though, and showing no sign of stopping. A fox has long narrow ears already on its own, you add onto that the extremely long ears of a hare and you have ears so big they can hear tomorrow.
To get the people who were currently glancing over to stop she tried to act as calm as possible, leaning her elbow on the edge of the table as if to talk to Rick. Vicky never actually said anything to him, she just glared at him waiting for a queue to run again. Her leggings started to hug her uncomfortably and her labia turned into a small but plush black triangle- her vulva projected far enough out from her crotch because of her unwanted arousal that the soft rubbery flesh squished against the inside of her panties looking for more space than it had. Her torso squirmed as she felt tightening flesh all down her front- spots of darkening skin as additional nipples formed down her torso. Her hands were starting to look rather puffy and her fingers started to compress, making them shorter but much rounder. The skin on the base of each digit and the very tip of each digit ballooned out, now completely pitch black as her hands developed paw pads.
People were finally ignoring her again when suddenly she slipped seemingly out of the blue and smacked her head on the table. Rick grabbed her to keep her from falling completely onto the floor. She grit her teeth as her feet were cramping badly! Heels are already terrible for your feet to begin with, but her feet were now changing shape and completely trapped in the shoes! Her toes were getting stumpier but the sole of her foot was expanding faster than her toes were retracting. Rick tried to reach down and help her but realized it was too late- her foot was so deformed the shoe could not be removed. That was a serious problem- the shoe material was solid enough that she could potentially break something if she could not get it off. Rick took out a Rubiks cube from his pocket, each square had a magic rune on it. Rolling and twisting it in one hand to align the runes he wanted he cast a modifier on her quickly and she immediately felt relief. The shoe seemed to deform along with her foot- as if melting! He cast the same spell on the shoe, so it was becoming part of her altered form. That meant her back paws were going to have dark blue fur! As her feet stretched and pushed her toes past what used to be the shoes, their shape emerged again. Even her small sharp claws had a layer of dark blue polish on them thanks to the shoes now. She also gained a large claw on the back of her foot similar to a dew claw from the raised heel only partially merging into her. Since it stuck out so far, it only partially regressed and then was infused with the same material her nails are made out of, causing it to be an odd extension. The material equalized with her actual flesh, so there wasn't anything covering her. It went from a sensation of being clothed to being bare without taking anything off, which confused her brain a bit.
Her feet also transformed more rapidly than her hands thanks to the hare portion of the transformation. Her rear paws became massive, almost giving her cartoony proportions. Thanks to her slipping and slamming her head on the table, several people were once again watching Vicky. It still felt like someone tugging on her ears as they remained tucked beside her head, but were now so long they outgrew the length of her hair and were still going. She stifled a moan as her nose scrunched up on its own and her teeth felt cramped. The end of her nose started to reform, turning neon pink and a cleft formed leading from her upper lip to her nose. Rick smiled as he watched her chest- thanks to her heavy breathing he could see the curve of two more breasts below her existing ones. Her original breasts were C cup and did not change at all, but she now also had a B cup below those- and an A cup below those, and then a stray pair of nipples on her upper crotch that had no breasts at all. Only her original set of nipples retained areola though, the rest were just nipples only. Powder soft white fur started to grow on her throat and collar, making her shirt feel tight and making her uncomfortably hot.
"Riiick, I n-nee *YIPE* ah~. I need to leave now! *yiff"
Rich was enjoying the show, and did not want to let her go since it had been so quick- but she did look about halfway already due to the acceleration of two changes at once. "Fiiine. Run away. Or... hop away?"
"RRrff* Not funny."
She got up, wobbling a bit because she was not used to her changed legs. If she had just turned into a fox her soles would now be canon bones, but because she also turned into a hare the bones never fused- they bulked up tremendously but never wholly fused. Because a fox is digitigrade, but a hare is plantigrade like a human! This meant she could still stand with her ankles to the ground, but her feet were so gigantic that she would need to hop in order to move at any sort of speed, calling attention to herself. Standing on the fronts of her feet however made her exceptionally tall, which also called attention to herself. Her leggings were strangling her as well, causing her legs to tingle a bit because blood wasn't circulating correctly. Her putting weight on them was now causing it to be emphasized. She paused a bit to try and recover herself a bit when she reached the edge of the food court. There was several large garbage cans here Vicky could hide partially behind, and then long planters filled with fake plants that basically formed a wall around the food court itself so you could not see into it from outside or vise versa.
She straightened and went rigid in surprise as her thighs wobbled entirely on their own as a hole ripped in her leggings. Then several more! Her now extremely meaty thighs were exploding out of the fabric all on their own. Vicky was afraid to make a run for it because flexing the muscles in her thighs would annihilate the leggings in one go and probably trip her. She glanced around and quickly took her panties off behind the shelter of the garbage cans so at least her pussy wasn't constantly rubbing against them and dripping moisture. Her triangular outer labia was matte black, but the Y shaped opening was still faded to pink, and the insides were still magenta. The fur on her lower body started around her claws and was advancing up her legs now, which also pushed on her leggings. The fur was blue on her feet, then turned black at her ankles, then vermilion at her thighs. And unlike her hands, the pads on her feet were pink flesh, so her legs had four different colors! She felt the holes getting larger, join into one another and explode almost completely apart. With a nervous sigh she reached down using her claws to just rip the lower leggings off, since they were basically worthless at this point. Her thighs were absolutely gigantic thanks to the hare traits- and that also meant her skirt only covered the upper half of her now monstrously huge ass cheeks! She groaned and bowed forward almost falling onto all fours as her hips popped to make room for all the firm but jiggly mass.
Vicky seen the changes to her lower body were slowing and made a dash for it, now exiting the shelter of the fake plants at the edge of the court. There was already anthro people and the odd feral who were humans transformed in the mall, so she did not gain anyone's immediate attention. But generally people transform in the privacy of their own home, not just wherever the hell they happen to be. While the adults ignored her as she pranced across the hall, the wandering eyes of a kid with his mother immediately spotted her and seen her growing fluff. Vicky froze like a deer in headlights and her ears flicked up to hear what he was saying. Her ears were so giant now that when she raised them she actually heard a *whoosh* from them sweeping through the air! Around three feet long each and quite narrow, between the added length of her legs and her overly tall ears she seemed absurdly tall. If she was inside of any of the actual shops her ear tips would be brushing against the roof easily. As if triggered by the child pointing out how fluffy she was, the downy soft white fur on her collar increased in volume still more! She felt like shrinking away and falling through the cracks in the floor to escape their eyes as more and more people paused to look at her, now that one already was. Vicky at first thought she was dizzy from embarrassment but realized her actual perspective was changing! Both a hare and a fox are a lot smaller than a human! Her clothes were getting baggier as she started to shrink! Well, except her skirt which actually started to fit more like it was supposed to over her over-sized rump.
The mother with the child furrowed her brows progressively tighter, first at Vicky's ill fitting outfit, then as she realized Vicky was actually changing right then and there. The mother quickly covered the eyes of her child so he would not see, though the kid tried to squirm free and see anyway. Vicky opened her mouth to try and explain herself but all that came out was a high reverberance squeak as the second she tried to talk her jaw popped! The pressure in her teeth finally built too far and they started to grow. Most of her teeth became more narrow and sharp while not changing in size at all, but her front two teeth on top and bottom jaw started to grow larger while remaining flat slates for chopping. Her teeth quickly became bucked and too large to contain under her lips! Her top and bottom jaw were also extending, which caused her continued attempts to speak in her defense to only create odd chirping yipping sounds. She could still speak English, but not while her face was in the middle of changes. Her whiskers started to grow in as well during this and extended at a very fast rate since both fox and hare have them- doubling down on their size, making her whiskers extremely long!
Vicky's heart started hammering when she seen a security guard coming toward her and she jumped back and startled herself! She meant to hop back a pace, instead launching herself almost six feet into the air and ten feet back before slamming back down onto the floor. She hit the ground with enough momentum that she had to lean forward on her back paws to dig her claws into the floor to stop herself! She left foot long streaks in the floor from her claws by accident! She had jumped so far back on accident she made it all the way back to the fake plants in one hop! It took her a few seconds to sort out what she did, and the notice that no one else reacted at all. Everyone was frozen in place!
She turned when she heard Rick walking up behind her. "Wh...wha?"
Rick pocketed his Rubiks cube again after using a forbidden spell- he dislocated himself and Vicky from the timeline, which made it seem like time was frozen for everyone but them. "S-sorry. Look, I just wanted to make it fair for everyone, and the others went half before they bailed to the bathroom. Plus, they were getting a bit annoyed that you were putting it off for so long..."
Vicky looked at her paw-like hands, flexing them a moment and then glancing over the rest of herself. "How did you stop time for my changes too?"
"I didn't? Wait, you stopped changing?" He furrowed his brow a moment. "Oh! I think I know what happened. The transformation spell probably isn't an optimized version. Rather than have a fixed shape, it turns you into the animal version of yourself, so the appearance is modified to the individual. That means there is no set 'end point', but rather a degree of transformation. But you activated two at once. The two transformations combined hit their quota without fully transforming you into either. So because its part of two different things, it cut the cap for both of them in half. So you are half human, and then a quarter fox, and a quarter hare."
Her skirt once again fit properly over her gigantic butt and hips. Her shirt sleeves were now long enough to completely cover her hands so only her claw tips were exposed- still ruby red at the base from nail polish but exposed at their ends. Because she shrank, her top drooped off both shoulders but got caught on the massive floof of fur on her collar sitting over the cleavage of her breasts and equalizing around her neck. Though her skin was colored like her fur would be- the fur itself did not grow in outside of her collar and lower body. She noticed now that her tail was even more gigantic though. A hare has a tiny tail but the fur on it is very bushy- add that onto the long and already bushy fox tail and you get a gigantic soft tail. If you do not compress the fur, her tail was as wide as her actual torso, and just as long. Though paw-like, her hands did not extend any, so they still worked like normal hands- she still had thumbs. Vicky's hair had gotten a bit shorter, and the undyed outer layer turned vermilion but other than that; it too was largely unaltered.
After several minutes of just looking herself over she slowly turned back to Rick. "You... better hope no one finds out about you using this spell. You will get arrested in a heart beat for fucking with time."
He scoffed. "You're welcome..."
"N-no, I am grateful! You saved my ass, its just... watch your own ass too." She swept her huge tail across and brushed him with the giant fan of soft fur. "And I could personally use a de-stress after this. Maybe I can reward you~." Her tail was so bushy it actually took quite a bit of effort to move around- it wasn't aerodynamic.
Rick chuckled, grabbing the tip of her tail loosely before she could pull it back. "Mmm, why not right now?"
She lowered one ear out to the side and cringed. "Eww, in the mall bathroom? Not a chance..."
Rick laughed and pointed to the floor. "No I mean literally right here. Food court."
"What?! Surrounded by-"
"No one who can actually see us. We aren't linked to the timeline. To everyone else we seemed to vanish into thin air. We currently do not exist in the future, until we re-enter the timeline. We can see them, but they cannot see us." He tapped a person directly on the eye to no reaction. "And we cannot interact with them either- because time would need to progress for any of our actions to have consequences."
Vicky chewed her lip nervously. She was very reluctant, because everyone still looked like they could see, even though they cannot. They can't see her but she can still see them all perfectly fine which was embarrassing on its own. Rick rolled the Rubiks around in his hand some more and created a supernova of white rose petals over the food court and motioned toward it to usher her forward. Vicky sighed and went along. Rick set her huge butt into motion with a quick slap as she walked past. It jiggled, it did not ripple- it was not loose meat, it was muscle. If she actually broke into a full run she could likely clear the entire mall in less than a minute. If she actually tried hard enough she could probably tag the roof in the two-floor high central hall with a single jump. The top level of the mall was just administration basically, so no one went up there and there was no halls up there for traffic. The foor court roof was the highest as it went straight up to a sky roof, brightly illuminating the court in natural sunlight. She climbed up onto a stool, pressing her knees into the padded top while putting her hands up on the table. Vicky flagged her massive tail back and forth while sticking straight up to give him access to her rump.
Rick grabbed a huge globe of meat on either side of her butt and pulled them apart to find the plush vulva around the massive curvature- luckily it projected out enough that it was not too hidden. She had to ditch her panties already so he did not even need to make her strip. Her sweater was held in the front mostly by the floof just over her breasts, so the stretchy fabric was still not tight enough to hug her breasts in her diminished size. Every time Rick thrust into her, her torso rocking forward dragged all her erect nipples against the inside of her sweater, firing a sharp tingle of pleasure that made her torso move in a rippling motion in reaction. She loosely circled her tail around his hips, creating a massive halo of fluff around him. The plush labia dragged outward when he pulled out, following his dick a ways before springing back into place after each thrust. Braced against the table, he did not need to use his hands so he grabbed her extremely long ears instead, tugging on them lightly and brushing his thumbs over the soft fur on the backs, making her coo. Then he whispered into one of her ears that he could fill in the blanks the coin's spell left and her eyes went wide.
She felt the magic re-enter her, but she was too breathless from his steady thrusting to protest! Her face scrunched up, causing her little pink-tipped nose to twitch as her face started to push out even further. Her muzzle was that of a hare, but a fox has a much, much longer face. Her little claws made an unpleasant grinding sound as her hands slid further across the table because her spine was letting off hollow pops of its own in growth. Both her neck and torso were growing longer! It was certainly not getting any bigger however- at the same rate it grew in length her overall body continued to shrink in size! His cock felt bigger and bigger as she got smaller in comparison! It wedged into the sides of her pussy, digging deeper into her, stretching the walls of her passage. Her hips cracked loudly- but it was not with expansion this time, it was because it shifted its shape, and the position of the sockets her legs connected to, preventing her from walking upright! She can only walk on all fours now! Her face stretched even longer and more narrow, which only seemed to emphasize the size of her buck teeth. Her hands finally started to stretch, losing their human shape, causing her thumbs to drift apart from the fingers and devolve into a dew claw! Her torso was rapidly losing human definition and becoming more tube shaped. Rick's dick became more and more visible from the outside as a bulge in her abdomen as she continued to get smaller while he remained the same size! He was likely too big to fit inside of her; he was only able to fuck her at this size difference because he was already inside of her before she reached this size! Her gasps and moans raised in pitch, devolving to yips and musical sounding growls. Fur finally started to advance up her body, following the exact color patterns her skin had already outlined for it. Her arms were black up to the elbows then turned vermilion. The inside of her upper arms and the underside of her torso was bushy, soft white fur though. The white turned to grey as it trailed up the front of her throat to the sides of her head, forming a stripe of more hare-like fur before turning back to fox fur. As the fur grew in on her neck and to her head though- the hair on her head became shorter and softer, transforming into fur itself instead of hair and just equalizing with the rest. The dyed hair however remained dyed even as it turned to fur- creating a single large stripe of dark blue on the back of her upper neck.
Vicky was so small now that Rick could reach all the way around her torso with both hands to both hold her steady and flick her many nipples with his fingertips! He was so huge compared to her that he winded her every time he thrust in- she would not be able to hold herself steady without him holding onto her body. Her butt and thighs were still large enough that her rump easily filled the pocket of his crotch even still. Her skirt was just flopping back and forth with his thrusts- it was just draped off her, not even remotely fitting. Her shirt sleeves pooled on the table around her paws completely hidden under them, and the collar hung so loose off her torso you could see her rows of black nipples easily down her front even with the shirt still on. Her ears were still tall enough that their tips reached his face- so Rick nibbled on their tips which made her make several breathless chirping sounds.
Rick tried to slow down several times to edge himself a bit more to resist how amazingly tight she was gripping his cock, but eventually teetered over the edge and climaxed. He thrust so hard forward she slid up off the seat and up onto the table completely, causing him to grab her and pull her down while stepping forward to make sure he was in her as deep as possible while he came. There was absolutely no room for the cum to go around, so it pressurized and shoved itself further into her, expanding her to maximum capacity while caused her to climax almost immediately after. Her small body shivered from the orgasmic tremors. He had to be very careful when pulling out or he could cause a prolapse. When his dick came out it made an audible pop.
After they caught their breath, he sat in the stool and Vicky remained on the table. "So... now that we cleared up the outstanding dares from the last game night... want to plan another?"
She made several odd grumbling yips and chirping sounds.
"Right, you can't talk in this form." He paused a moment and pointed to a man in the background. "Hey, did you notice that old dude has been looking directly at you this entire time? I can't believe you suggested we fuck in front of everyone like that."
She nipped his hand quickly and then half-skittered and half-hopped around to collect her discarded clothing to get ready and finally go home.
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All Characters copywrite to me, Janus WolffWhen Rin woke up he was trussed up in strong, rough hemp rope. His arms were bound behind his back, wrapped all the way up to his upper arms with his wrists crossed and tied tightly. Ropes criss-crossed his chest and thighs, binding him tightly. As he shook the fog from his eyes he realized that a foul tasting length of cotton cloth had been shoved into his mouth to gag him. He mumbled, confused, looking around.It was dark now, though there were slight pin pricks of light scattered about the fog; flickering light, like flame. He groaned, his head throbbing. He tried to lean back but found himself pressed tightly against something solid and thick. It took him a moment to realize that he was tied to the main mast of the ship."mm..?" he mumbled, his eyes finally focusing in the night time darkness. He realized with a shock that he was not the only one lashed to the mast. His older sister Sara was bound up right beside him, just waking up as he had been a moment before. Next to her was the wolf boy from before. On Rin's other side was Amelia, the little coon girl, crying softly to herself through her cloth gag. The other slaves were all tied around the mast as well, some awake, some not. It appeared to Rin to quite a few of the slaves had been fucked into unconsciousness much as he had been. Rin jumped as he heard someone chuckle in the darkness. "Matey's, gather 'round!" the voice of Captain Cubs echoed through the darkness. It made Rin's fur stand on end to hear the Iguana's smooth, slithery voice emanating from nowhere. The kitten tried to focus his eyes into the darkness, searching for the source of Cub's voice. It became apparent to him that the flickering lights in the darkness were in fact torches, placed in a wide circle about the main mast. Shadows flitted behind the flickering flames. The crew, no doubt. Rin could hear whispered voices and chuckling laughter."Well now matey's..." Cubs said. "for the final entertainment of the evening..." more laughter from the crew echoed from the darkness."Aye Cap'n." someone barked. "we get th' pictcha'!" there was a chorus of barked, squawked, hissed, and purred replies. Rin could hear the captain chuckle."Very well Mates. Go to it. You earned it." the shifting shadows behind the torches began to make their way to the fore, solidifying into the terrifying shapes of the pirate crew. Coyotes, wolves, lizards, snakes, lions, panthers, and more, all bare down to their boots, all rock hard, their musty cocks standing tall and proud, coated with the juice, cum and spit of the slaves now bound to the mast before them. Rin could guess what it was that was about to happen. The crew formed up around the mast, standing in front of the tied cubs sitting on the deck. Rin could hear his sister Sara whimper beside him, but could not take his wide eyes off of the grizzled old wolf and small, scraggly looking raccoon who had taken up possitions in front of him."You may begin!" Cubs declared, stepping from the darkness into the circle of light enveloping the mast and those gathered around it. He was wearing his captain's jacket, but it was unbuttoned all the way down and his white cotton shirt beneath was torn open to his naval, or at least where it would have been if the hell spawn reptile hadn't been hatched from an egg. His hat was set at a jaunty angle on his ridged and scaled head, a vicious grin playing across his lips allowing his teeth to protrude slightly. His trousers were no where to be seen, as the captain was bare from the waist down, save for his boots. Rin could see the tip of his long cock poking out of its slit in his groin in excitement.The kitten's attention was drawn away from the captain though as the wolf and raccoon standing before him began to jack themselves off in his direction. Rin could tell by the sounds of the moans and groans, as well as the disgusted, fearful whimpers around him that all the other crew members were doing the same exact thing. The wolf's long, dripping tongue lolled from his muzzle as he panted and groaned at the touch of his own grizzled paw. The raccoon standing beside him laughed and pushed his way a bit forward."please," he said in a mocking tone, obviously showing that he was the more powerful one of the two pirates before Rin. "THIS is how you do it!" he gripped his black cock with one gray paw and furiously began to jerk it. He snarled in a most un-coon like way as he beat himself off towards Rin's face, hammering on his throbbing dick so hard the kitten thought he might tear it off. The raccoon let out a long hissing sigh as, unable to take any more, he released spurt after spurt of his thick, off white seed.Rin flinched away from the stream of cum being shot his way, turning his face into the mast. The hot spunk splashed against the side of his face, smelling like musty old cloth and dead fish. It matted into his already matted fur, sinking deep down and making him gag at the mere feel. The raccoon laughed.With his head turned, Rin could easily see his sister, sobbing quietly and flinching away as he himself had done as Tiris the bull blasted massive amounts of reeking bull spunk onto her face, neck, and breasts. Beyond her Rin could see the wolf boy being sprayed with spooge from a total of five other canine pirates: wolves, dogs, and coyotes alike. The wolf boy was thrashing about as the pack simultaneously let loose onto his muzzle and chest, howling with delight. Rin heard Amelia squeal in sickened surprise as the horse before her hosed her down with a seemingly endless stream of cock cream. The gnarled old wolf in front of him giggled crazily. "Oo, Oo let me try now!" he cackled. His voice made Rin's skin crawl. The raccoon snorted derisively."well don't take all day then. I wanna have a piece of that little pony bitch on the other end of the mast." the wolf cackled again, stepping in front of Rin once more and pounding away on his hard, throbbing dick. He huffed and puffed, panted and groaned as he ineffectually beat away on his cock, but to Rin's relief, he wasn't able to bring himself to orgasm."stand aside, ya little bilge rat!" barked a deep voice from behind the wolf. A massive, clawed paw grabbed the scrawny wolf's shoulder and wrenched him aside, sending hims toppling and sprawling to the deck, howling in frustration. Dong, the ship's cook, shouldered his way past the startled raccoon."Had me a taste o' th' sister," Dong boomed. "Might as well try a bit o' th' brother as well!" he laughed and grabbed his thick, long, pulsing meat. Rin's eyes widened. How had his sister EVER managed that monster?! Dong snarled to himself as he jerked off into Rin's face. The kitten could see as his balls began to contract and the shaft swell, signaling that he was close to release. Rin managed to close his eyes just in time to avoid being blinded by the violently powerful stream of bear spunk that blasted from the cook's massive cock into his face. The poor little kitten choked and gagged as the cum shot up his nose and plastered his muzzle with stinking goo. The cook laughed and lumbered off. Rin squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back against the mast, a few tears dripping out past his cum saturated lids. He tried not to listen to the sobbing and grunting around him as the crew relieved themselves on his friends, even as another couple of pirates came to stand before him."I have a surprise for you." Alyria giggled, pulling Jason down the intricately carved coral corridors by the paw. The bemused black panther allowed himself to be dragged, knowing better at this point then to question his cute little wife and her oddities. Alyria dragged him down the winding halls of the palace to a large coral door at the end of the dimly lit tunnel. The door was slightly ajar with faint, flickering light emanating from within. "Alright, so what is this surprise?" he asked finally, growing impatient with the wait. Alyria chuckled again and gave him a gentle nudge towards the door."go in and see my love..." she whispered. Jason shivered in delight as she leaned in and kissed his neck, burying her beak into his throat fur."Alright alright, I get the picture." he laughed, reluctantly nudging her off and walking through the door. He blinked in mild shock when he saw what was arrayed before him.The Phin Warriors were huge hulking dolphins with rippling muscles covered in the winding electric blue tattoos. Each held a long ebony shafted, coral tipped lance and were partially encased in shining steel plated armor with long, thick, sweeping neck guards. They stood at disciplined attention, gazing alertly forward. Jason's jaw hung open. There were over a hundred of them, all arrayed in the chamber with extreme military precision. Alyria snuck into the room behind him and wrapped her arms about his chest."What do you think?" she whispered in his ear. Jason was awestruck. "how..what.." he muttered. "are these ALL here to help me?" Alyria nodded, a wide grin spread across her beak."yup. Meet the Elite Sea-To-Land assault soldiers of the Phindom. The ESLA" as if on command, the ranked troops snapped a loud chorus of rattling salutes against their pristine breastplates. The echo shook the hall."Milady, Milord." said a deep, tinny, echoing voice to their right. Jason turned to see a Phin Warrior clad in full battle armor, including an intricately carved steel helm and a sweeping beak of polished metal covering his muzzle."The ESLA will be ready to launch the sea-to-land assault by tomorrow morning." Alyria smiled and nodded at the ESLA sergeant."Very good. Stand by for orders sergeant." the phin nodded sharply then turned to return to his assembled troops. Jason was speechless. He was moments away from rescuing his friends. He could hardly believe it.
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For the Relief of the Crew by Janus Wolff
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*Kody is taunted by another flashback of when Dustin was alive. The decision that Dustin is faced with; a choice of letting go of Kody before he dies, or making things worse for Kody by staying.*
Kody's body lay out on the floor as lifeless as if he were himself dead. His muzzle tucked into his hands as he slipped deeper and deeper into his dreamless sleep. He could not keep reality from prying at his very existence. Kody just spread out on the ground, his eyes closed but his mind fully awake now. Kody knew what was about to happen to him as he lay on the floor, but he had no desire or strength to fight it off. He whimpered softly as his mind drifted back into his memories. All he could do now is let it replay in his mind; every painful detail drawn out as if it was all happening for the first time.
Kody wrapped his paws around Dustin trying to stop the flow of tears. He didn't know if it hurt him to know more than it did Dustin. Kody fought back his tears knowing that Dustin hated to see him cry. "It will be alright baby...you can fight this..." Dustin's ears hugged his head. "They said...Kody I can't...I...I only have a year to live..." Dustin struggled immensely to say his words through tears. "Shhh...it is going to be alright love...I will always be here for you." Kody said trying to sound helpful while masking all of his emotions. Dustin pressed his head into Kody's chest, trying to dry his tears as new salty rivers fell onto Kody. "Kody...I am so sorry...listen baby..." Dustin stammered his words not wanting to tell Kody the rest of his unfortunate news. Kody wrapped his paws tightly around the now very hurt looking panther. "Shhh...it will be alright..." Dustin stopped what he was saying and let Kody grasp what bad news he had told him. He knew he had to tell him soon, but it was hurting him to tell his mate that he had to leave.
Nearly an hour passed as Kody hugged Dustin; his head held above Dustin's folded ears. Dustin knew it was now or never; he had to tell Kody if he didn't want to rush things. "Umm...hey Kody...I really need to tell you something..." His eyes looked as if he wanted to keep his thoughts hidden inside his mind. "What is it baby?" Kody said petting on the panthers head fur. "I...we...my boss wants us to leave in the morning..." Dustin said in a weak voice that seemed to echo through the still air. "It is okay love...you will eventually come back...right?" Kody said in a reassuring voice. Dustin turned now from Kody's eyes; not wanting to look at him as he finished what he had to say. "Actually...I don't think I will be coming back this time..." Kody closed his eyes tightly, his head falling slowly. His breathing quickened in pace and his body turned pale. "Oh..." Kody said as his ears lowered, "When do you leave?" Kody seemed to forget about everything when Dustin told him he wasn't coming back. "I have to leave tomorrow morning...I am really sorry baby..." Dustin said now looking into Kody's eyes; wishing that Kody would look down at him. "No its okay...I will be fine..." Kody said looking into the darkness of his eyelids. "Are you sure?" Dustin said with a hurt look on his face. "Yes baby...I still love you...that is enough for me..." Kody said looking into Dustin's eyes; letting him know that it would be okay. The two mates sat together under the tree for as long as possible; Dustin still pressing his head against the fur of his mate. Kody looked out over the world beyond the tree; just wanting to be with Dustin forever. He could barely stand it as the panther whimpered and napped in his chest. Kody began to cry slightly as the world he had known for eight years now was crashing down. He could feel his breath quicken and his heart pound. Almost an hour had slipped by when Dustin got up from his position on the ground; helping Kody to his feet as well. They headed inside the house slowly holding each others paws. "Please forgive me baby..." Dustin pleaded with Kody softly. "I already have love...," Kody said with a smile. They went into the bedroom and both of them sat on the edge of the bed. Dustin looking slowly at Kody, "I think I am going to lay down for a while baby..." Dustin said as Kody walked into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. "Sleep tight love...," Kody managed to slide the simple phrase in as he passed the threshold. Walking into the room with water in hand; Kody took a drink and sat at the end of the bed, the panther's feet right next to his body. "I love you more than anything...if you think it is better to leave...so be it..." Kody said as he took another smooth sip of the water. He placed the glass onto the night stand and crawled under the covers to lay with his mate. Placing his head into the panther's chest lovingly; knowing that it would probably be the last time he would ever be able to. He laid there sleepless and watching as the panther's chest expanded and contracted with every shallow breath, staring at his mate as he slumbered; the morning hours quickly approaching.
Morning came so quickly that Kody had just skipped sleep altogether. He woke Dustin up trying not to hurt him; usually he had to toss Dustin out of bed while he was home. Dusting gathered his things up from around the house and loaded them into Kody's car. "Need some help baby?" Kody said as a final attempt to be part of Dustin's life once more. "No thanks baby...I think I got it covered..." Dustin offered as the last of his things were placed into the now fully packed car. They both got into the car knowing that this meant goodbye; not just for a few months as it usually was. "Are...you still doing okay?" Dustin asked trying to read the blank expression on Kody's face. They arrived in time to load up Dustin's truck with all of his belongings. "Please love...I will be fine...don't you worry..." Kody said as he opened his door and started to gather Dustin's things; noticing that Dustin's boss was already in a frantic hurry to leave. They packed the car and Dustin tossed the keys to his work truck to his boss. "Well baby...I...I guess this is goodbye..." Dustin said trying harder than ever now to fight back his tears; Kody doing the same. "Don't say that baby...things might...I guess..." Kody said as he searched his mind for more assuring words. They feel into each other, pressing there muzzles tightly together in a kiss that was worthy of the last kiss that the two would ever share. Dustin's boss honked the horn, breaking the kiss between the two parting mates. Dustin was now crying just as hard as Kody was; both of them seemed to have hurt pouring from their eyes. Dustin got into the truck still crying; noticing his boss beginning to cry as the two parted. Kody felt his knees give out from under his body; he collapsed onto the ground as the truck started to pull away. He looked into Dustin's eyes that seemed to be getting to distant for him to stand. He mouthed out his last "I love you," to Dustin as he watched Dustin do the same; Dustin's paw plastered to the window, wanting to hold Kody one last time. Kody fell to the ground in pain as he watched the truck drive out of his site; his muzzle aching from his whimpers.
Kody noticed he was crying again; his eyes still closed and his body now curled. This time he didn't come all the way into reality like he wanted himself to. He simply rolled over and curled himself tighter into a ball; shivering as the memory lingered in his mind. Kody looked toward the ground and soon feel into a deep sleep; one that was dreamless and blank.
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Going Away by BaisteachCeilteach
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SUPER MARIO OBLIVION: THE FALL OF THE PLUMBER AND THE RISE OF LUST
BY: ANONYMOUSMON
DISCLAIMER: Bowser does not belong to me-he's property of Nintendo, and no infringement of the law is meant. Also, the same goes for ExVeemon and Growlmon: Property of Bandai and Toei. The story takes place in a different time in both worlds: Bowser has finally conquered the world and murdered Mario, Peach and their friends, whilst Growlmon and ExVeemon have betrayed Daisuke and Takato (Hee hee hee...) and have joined him as his right-hands. HMMMMMM... How will this turn out?
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS A RAPE AND SEXUAL ACTS OF MALES ONLY. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS CONTENT, PLEASE STOP READING THIS.
Super Mario Oblivion: The Fall of the Plumber and the Rise of Lust
At long last, he had done it. Bowser was now the king of the world. How did he do it, you might wonder? That can be easily explained. Bowser's plan worked perfectly: After Super Mario had defeated him for possession of the Shine Sprite Power of Isle Delfino, Bowser plotted something to finish him off once and for all. He took possession of the Star Rod and kidnapped Peach, but instead of the usual keeping her, he used the Rod Power on her, instantly killing her and sending her corpse to a different dimension.
Then, the Mario Siblings, enraged, took the battle to him, but he had already taken all of Peach's power, and killed them both. Afterwards, the next victim was Yoshi, then Wario, and so on... Until all of Mario's friends were destroyed. Now he was the king of the world... Along with the perfect servants. Two monsters from another world known as Digimon. They had betrayed their friends, and now they worked with Bowser as murderers. The dream of the Dark Kingdom was true to Bowser. He was free to do as he pleased. He now had all the land to himself. He had infinite power. Everything. But... No one. He was... Alone.
"Yo, Bowser, we just finished putting the last slaves to work! Anything else!?"
"Hmmm... Just get the last group and do whatever you want with them, Growlmon!"
"Okay!"
"You can rape them if ya want!"
"'Kay!" ExVeemon yelled in response as the screams of people were heard in the distance. Bowser didn't care about those people: He was evil, after all. So, he only had to order, and it was done. However, he rarely did rapes. In other words, his crotch's seed was rarely used. He gained full right to that pleasure as soon as the rebels of Mario's were erased from existence.
"I'm most certainly bored... Maybe I should have some fun today..." He decided to take a walk across his new 'village': The Bowser Town.
He looked upon the frightened slaves. He looked around nonstop until he saw a gorgeous human he found: She had long, black hair running through her body, and her curvaceous body proved too much attraction to the Koopa King. She tended to her work in sheer despair, but as soon as he picked her up and took her to the castle, she knew she wouldn't be spared...
Later that night...
"Ahh, please let me go! I beg you!"
"Aw yeah, you bitch you're so fucking good... Ahh, ohhh, yeah, yeah, YEAH!"
He was having the time of the world as he penetrated her front hole hard. Blood was pouring out of her hole like a river as she screamed in total pain and horror. Bowser's muscular frame shook as he entered an orgasm, now fucking her faster than before. Each thrust into her innards meant one orgasmic wave, whereas she was killed, since his large, muscular member had destroyed her vital organs easily. But then, he faced his best when he spewed hot seed into the hole. It was too much, so the seed was flowing out of the hole, almost burning her innards. As soon as he was done throwing it out (two minutes actually), he knelt in front of the hole and started to lick it completely, drinking whatever was inside. He lustily licked his lips once he was done, looking at the dead body with an evil grin.
"Fuck, she was a good one! Hmmm, say... This could be a nice pastime!"
THREE DAYS LATER...
Bowser awoke with a jump. He realized his prick was erect, between his chest and the bed. He sat on the bed restlessly, and looked out the window, and what was his surprise: His right-hands were having some private time. ExVeemon was giving Growlmon a deep-throated blowjob, while the red Digimon humped slowly into the mouth with pleasure with each time the blue Digimon sank his mouth into the shaft. Bowser was quickly aroused by this, so he had little choice: He sat on the bed and started to stroke his penis. Faster than he usually did. "Ohh, you two... You're so... Fucking hot... Aw, yeah... I gotta go for it..."
He pumped faster as soon as he saw that Growlmon took control, face-fucking the blue dragon whilst he held the head and pulled it into the dick. Bowser just started to moan as he neared orgasm, and with it, the shooting of his white life. However, he only shut his eyes and fell to the bed, pumping at his fastest. He roared in a low tone, making his pleasure known as his semen spilled all over his muscled chest, covering his abs and nipples. Meanwhile, ExVeemon was done sucking Growlmon's life, the other moaning in relaxation.
"Hey... I think I just heard His Majesty yelling out. Maybe our little secret's out."
"Ohhhh... Just... Take care of it..." That said, Growlmon fell backwards, a mess of semen sprawling all over the place.
"Hmm... Hope he doesn't remember then..." He flew all the way to Bowser's room, getting ready for any sort of treatment. He was clearly expecting a lot. Meanwhile, however, Bowser stopped stroking the cock, letting his life take care of everything else as it pushed its way outside into his black world. However, he stopped for a few minutes, getting back his breathing. Suddenly...
'Sloop, sloop...'
"Ohh, what the Hell is that...?"
'Sloop, sloop...'
The instant Bowser looked down to his chest he was shocked to see ExVeemon licking all of the life in the chest, licking his lips after each slurp of his tongue. "Wha--What're YOU doing!?" Bowser tried to get away, but the blue dragon was clever. He jumped on top of Bowser and kissed his neck lightly, turning the Koopa King back on. "Why are you...?"
"Let's say I want to help... I can't stand seeing people like you go to waste easily. They need some big-time... Entertainment." The Digimon then proceeded to swipe his tongue on Bowser's upper chest, enjoying the salty taste of sweat and sweet taste of life, quickly letting his dick go erect. Bowser couldn't help but stare at the blue Digimon work on him, feeling a sinful desire swelling up on him.
"But... I'm not gay, you're not gay... Why?" Bowser moaned out in a questioning tone, not being able to resist for longer.
"Preference matters not. Pleasure is everything."
Bowser surrendered himself to the dragon's might as he slowly got up, grabbing the Digimon by the waist and turning him around, placing his tail-hole all to himself. He aimed his monstrous penis at the hole, and then he pushed the organ all the way inside quickly, ExVeemon screamed out in total pain and enjoyment. "I guess you're right-let's witness how you ENJOY THIS!"
Bowser started to hump inside all the way, feeling no remorse at all. His fast humping was followed by moans from both as their bodies felt, for the first time, true pleasure. After three minutes of brutal fucking, Bowser turned his mate around, making ExVeemon sit on him and his dick. ExVeemon took charge as he started to ride Bowser and wrapped his tail around the Koopa King's neck, masturbating at the same time, since his dick was rubbing their chests at the same time, which meant more erotic stuff for them.
"ARGH, YEAH!! BOWSER YEAH YOU'RE MY BITCH! YEAH, YOU'RE SO DAMN TUFF! PLEASE GIMME MORE!"
ExVeemon started to orgasm and so did the Koopa King as he took hold of ExVeemon's muscled chest and started to lick it, enjoying it. However, after fifteen minutes of serious pleasure, neither of them could hold out anymore, and started to quickly scream.
"BOWSEY PLEASE MAKE ME ROAR!"
"COME ON, BASTARD, GIVE YOURSELF TO ME!"
The two finally came, semen exploding out of their respective organs. Bowser's life poured into the innards of ExVeemon's tight ass, gushing out since it was too much. The Digimon's white fury was expelled all over them, covering them from the face to the abs, feeling very hot. After they were finished...
"Vee... You my bitch?"
"Yes, Bowsey, now let's treat ourselves to this..." The two finished the job with a kiss... And some nice life-sucking; they licked each other, taking that substance and jotting it into their mouths. But Bowser added an extra pleasing: He just bit the Digimon in the neck, and while ExVeemon just suckled on Bowser's muscles, the King slowly turned him into his pleasuring mate forever as he took the blood...
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Super Mario Oblivion: The Fall of the Plumber and the Rise of Lust by Anonymousmon
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Catfood
Catfood - Episode 16 - Night Visitors
copyright 2004, 2005 Nameless
*I felt my master and lover's paws move up my arms, gently raising them above my head and I moaned in pleasure as his muzzle nuzzled my neck.* *Click* Something was not right. I felt a strange, unpleasant tightness around one of my wrists. *Click* Suddenly I was wide awake. My eyes snapped open, but I could not see anything. I tried to turn on the night lamp, but I could not move my arms. Suddenly I was terrified and tried to scream for help, but my shout was cut short as soon as I opened my muzzle. Something was stuffed into my mouth, filling it completely. I tried to spit it out, but before I could a pair of hands grabbed my head and held it and a second pair of hands wrapped a piece of cloth around my muzzle and tied it shut, holding the cloth that had been stuffed into my mouth in place. A few moments later another piece of cloth was wrapped around my head, blindfolding me. I struggled with all my strength, but it was no use. My paws were already tied up and one of the assailants was sitting on my hips. For a moment my legs flailed around, but all too soon my assailants grabbed them and tied them up. I trembled in fear, almost wetting myself. My legs were tied to the corners of my bed, leaving me spread-eagled. "They want to rape me!" My body was completely open to them as I slept in my fur. " *Jen! Help! Kaye!" At least that's what I tried to scream, but only unintelligible grunts came out of my mouth. I sobbed in terror, my eyes filled with tears. I howled in fright when a hand closed around my left breast. "They'll rape me!" I redoubled my struggles, but it was useless. I was completely helpless and at the mercy of my assailants. A second hand squeezed my other breast. I really started to panic, struggling against my bonds, not even caring that the handcuffs hurt my wrists. My heart was pounding so fast and hard it seemed ready to burst out of my chest. My breathing was so fast and irregular, I almost passed out, if I could have breathed freely, I probably would have hyper-ventilated so much that I would have. I sobbed and wept and screamed uselessly into the gag. I don't know how long I struggled like this, but after a while my strength left me and I quieted down. Helpless fear replaced the panic that had swept over me. All through my struggles, the hands had not stopped massaging my breasts for a moment. As my panic lessened, the fact that the hands (and paws, I realized) were very gentle began to sink in. This calmed me quickly and suddenly I could I could make sense of the scents. I knew them, the fur and human who had tied me down and were now kneeling next to me (I could not see them, but assumed as much from the movements of the mattress). "Dog breath! That's Kaye!" No wonder the scents had been so familiar, I had only been too panicked to make any sense of it "And Jen!" Her scent was much fainter but distinct enough to be easily recognizable. "Stop! What the hell do you think you are doing?!? Please stop." I whimpered, I don't know if they had any idea what the muffled noises that came from my mouth were supposed to mean, but they did not heed them in any case. I relaxed a little, but not much, I was still terrified, wondering what had come over them to do this to me. They had never done anything like this, but whatever they wanted from me, I was sure they would not hurt me. Not too badly at least. I allowed myself to relax a little more and soon I had to admit that the massage they gave my breasts was rather pleasant. I was almost disappointed when Jen removed her hands. The mattress trembled as she moved towards the lower end. I squealed into the gag when one of her hands touched the fur on my belly, right above my sex. I struggled a little when she began to run her fingers through the fur on my belly and on my thighs. After a bit I stopped, I had no hope of escaping them. I forced myself to relax. I felt thoroughly embarrassed at how pleasant their hand felt. Kaye played with both of my breasts, she was now leaning really close, I could feel her breath on my nipples. The panic was only a distant memory now and my fear was fading. I was more than a little anxious and very embarrassed. And more than a little aroused. Under my roomies' ministrations, my arousal increased quickly, my heart beat faster and I struggled to get enough air into my lungs. My whole body seemed to heat up. I was getting more and more aroused. "Why are they doing this to me?" Suddenly I remembered one of the bondage stories I had read a few days ago. "Jen must have read it!" My situation reminded me a lot of the story. Of course it could have been any of the other stories on the list as well, there were quite a few that were similar in a lot of respects. In the story, a girl had returned early from class (because it had been canceled unexpectedly) and had surprised her roomie at play with her boyfriend. Her roomie had been tied up tightly. She had made fun of her because of that, called her "weird", "perverted" and other, more disparaging, terms and declared that she would never sink so low and have fun that way. The girl and one of her friends had, of course, set about teaching her how wrong she was. They had surprised her one night a few days later, tied her up and proceeded to masturbate and lick her to a climax. Then they had spent another hour teasing her until she begged them to make her cum. I wondered if the two intended to stick to that script or if they had just taken the general idea from the story. They continued to massage me and I was soon panting and moaning, even though they had yet to touch my sex. I yipped in surprise and pleasure when Jen finally poked a finger into my sex. My very hot sex. And my very wet sex. My ears and muzzle burned in shame when I heard her smack her lips and I realized that she had just tasted me, tasted the musk from my sex. She poked her finger in once more, I heard the unmistakable sound of Kaye's tongue as she slurped noisily. Jen poked her finger into me again and again. As far as I could tell, they shared my juices. It shamed me greatly but it also turned me on even more, Jen would not run out of juices to lick anytime soon. Jen turned her attention back to my sex, spread my lips and began a most detailed examination of my interior while Kaye turned her attention back to my breasts. She kneaded them, licked the nipples and nipped at them and at my throat. Very soon all thoughts of resisting them were abandoned. Panting and moaning in pleasure, I stopped thinking altogether. They took their time, teasing me oh so deliciously, so cruelly. I begged them to hurry up, they probably understood me even if I couldn't say anything intelligible. Then they suddenly stopped. I screamed in rage and loss and arched my back, trying to get back into contact with the hands that had been teasing me so deliciously. After an eternal-seeming moment they had mercy on me. They redoubled their efforts. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, then one particularly huge wave seemed to tease me for an eternal moment before finally burying me. I arched my back, trashed in my bonds and howled out my pleasure. I didn't quite pass out, but I came as close as makes no difference. It wasn't my first time, not closely, I had dated a few times and passed third base, but this was one of the most intense orgasms I had until them.
The first thing I noticed as I returned to reality was that someone, probably Jen, was wiping my sex, thighs and bottom with a towel. The next thing I noticed was how much my wrists hurt, the handcuffs were tight. Jen finished cleaning me, the bed trembled as she moved forward. Moments later paws gripped my head and the blindfold was untied. I blinked a few times, even the dim light of the night-lamp felt way too intense at first and looked up at my two roomies. Jen and Kaye were kneeling next to me, one on either side, both as nude as I was and grinning down at me. What I wanted to say was "Untie me!" but no more than a pleading "Hmmmph!" came from my gagged muzzle. "God! I'm thirsty." "Want me to take that off?" Jen asked and put a finger on the gag. I nodded eagerly. "No screaming. We don't want to wake up the neighbors, ok?" I nodded. "Promise?" I nodded again, very eagerly. "Ok." Jen untied the cloth, unwrapped it and pulled the piece of cloth out of my mouth. "Water." Was the first thing I croaked, my mouth felt like rubber and my throat was parched. "Here." Kaye reached down and produced one of those sports bottles and held it where I could get at it. For at least a minute I did nothing but suck water from the bottle, I drank at least half the bottle before I stopped for breath. I felt a lot better when I finally stopped to get some air into my lungs again. "Thanks, Kaye. Ummm... could you untie me, please." A part of me wanted to be angry with them, but I was feeling too languid, too sexually satisfied for me to be really angry. "Are you ok, Lisa?" Jen asked. And added a little apprehensively "You won't try to claw out my eyes?" "No, Jen. I'm ok. But my wrists hurt real bad. Please." "Ok." She searched my face for a second, then she grabbed a key from the nightstand and leaned over me, reaching for the handcuffs. The key clicked in the lock, then my left paw was free, a few moment later my right paw followed. I couldn't help but look at Jen's nude body, her patch of public hair was less than a pawspan from my nose. I could smell her arousal. Not very strong, she wasn't anywhere close to coming, but playing with me had definitely turned her on. I looked pointedly at her sex and said "Besides, if I was really angry about that, I wouldn't claw out your *eyes*..." Suddenly I wondered "What made me say that?" I continued to stare at her sex, somewhat disgusted by the wet scent and fascinated at the same time. She looked down at me, noticed where I was looking and blushed furiously. She sat down as quickly as she could. I raised my arms above my face and winced in pain when I touched my left wrist with a digit. "Let me see." Kaye took my right paw and examined my wrist "This looks really bad, Jen." "Ow, sorry. I'll get a salve or something." She got up and left the room. "Just lie still, Lye, we'll take care of you." Kaye said, turned around and untied my feet. I was glad to be able to close my legs again. She looked down at me, clearly anxious and asked "Lisa, are you... angry with us?" "I... I don't know, Kaye." I really didn't. "I... You really scared me at first. I almost had a heart attack. But..." I stopped when Jen came back, carrying a bandages and a tube. "This is what I use when I get sunburned. Maybe not exactly the best medicine in this case, but it should help a little with the pain at least." She kneeled next to me, unscrewed the tube and took my left paw. It felt good to lie there while Jen and Kaye gently rubbed the salve into my aching wrists. It did reduce the pain somewhat. After a moment I went on "Once I got over my initial terror and realized that it was you two, it wasn't that unpleasant." "You knew it was us?" Jen asked. "Of course, I got your scent." Jen grinned down at me "'Not unpleasant' my ass. You really enjoyed that." "Well..." She reached down, picked up the towel she had dropped on the floor and held it under my nose "Take one sniff and tell me you didn't enjoy it a lot." The air was suddenly heavy with the scent of my cum. "Yeah, well..." I admitted, blushing furiously as I did. "it was... pretty intense." "Thought so." Jen dropped the towel and went back to rubbing the salve into the tender skin on my wrists. "Ummm... why did you do this to me?" "Well..." Jen grinned down a me, Kaye looked a little embarrassed "Since you're going to have your tryout day soon, we thought that we'd help you get into the proper mood for it." "You did that just to help me?" "Sure." Jen sounded as a used-car salesman. "Yeah, right." I said "And I'm the president of the United States." Kaye yipped in laughter "She knows you too well, Jen." "Oops." Jen gave the worst-faked look of shame I had ever seen and we all descended into helpless laughter for a minute.
Jen picked up one of the bandages and wrapped it around my left wrist. "Better?" "Yes, a lot better. Thank you, Jen." She considered my paw and gave me a nasty grin "I think we should get padded cuffs or something. For next time..." " *Next time!?!" I stared at her "No way!" "Calm down, Lisa. Admit that you had way too much fun for us not to do that again." Kaye grinned at me, then at Jen "Besides, Jen's skin is much more tender than yours. We wouldn't want to hurt her too badly when you get your revenge." "Oh." Jen looked at Kaye and at me. She shivered in mock terror "I think I'll start running now..." Another minute of helpless laughter followed.
Kaye got up and said "Good night, Lisa." "Good night." Suddenly I realized that I did not want to be alone. "Wait!" "Yes?" "I... Please stay. I don't want to sleep alone." "Oh?" Jen asked "Do you want another *massage*?" "No. I want to sleep. I just don't want to be alone." Kaye and Jen looked at one another and then down at me. Finally Kaye said "Well, why not." She lay down beside me and snuggled close. Jen followed suit a few moments later. It felt good to have my two friends with me. There was nothing sexual about it, it was simply deeply comforting to have two warm bodies close to me. The adrenaline in my veins had worn off and suddenly I felt very sleepy. Within a few minutes I was asleep.
My eyes flew open when the bed suddenly trembled and jolted. Kaye whispered "Sorry to wake you, Lisa, but I have to get up a little earlier today. See you." She got up and left the room. I looked at the alarm clock and found that I had plenty of time left and I did not feel like leaving the warm bed, so I snuggled closer to Jen and tried to get a bit more sleep. I snoozed for a while, but I could not fall asleep again. Again and again my thoughts returned to the events of the night. I thought about Tammy and wondered what she would say when she found out about what my friends had done to me. Then I suddenly remembered that she had forbidden me to have an orgasm without her explicit permission. "I didn't have any choice about it, did I? Will she be angry with me? Will she punish me?" I decided to call her as soon as possible. It would only make things worse if I waited longer than needed.
"Jen?" "Yes?" She turned to me and gave me a big grin "Lisa?" She managed to put a lot of meaning into one single word. "I have to get up." "So?" "Could you go to your room? Please?" She looked me over "Feeling shy?" After an uncomfortably long silence she finally said, my muzzle got warmer by the second. "Ok." She got out of the bed and turned to me. She wore nothing but the skin she had been born in. She yawned and stretched. I blushed a bit, but I could not bring myself to look away. Jen grinned down at me, swirled around and left, swaying her hips for all she was worth. I breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed behind her.
After a minute or two I picked up the phone. It was a little early, but I was pretty sure Tammy would be up already. To be on the safe side, I checked the "Only if convenient." call option. Tammy answered after only three rings "Hello, Lisa. What's up?" "Good morning, Tammy. I... I have something to tell you..." "You disobeyed one of my commands?" "Ummm... well... maybe..." I stuttered. Tammy's voice suddenly had a decidedly unfriendly edge to it. "You slept with your roomies?" I gasped and wondered how she could know this. "Well... yeah... kind of. I didn't have any choice. They..." " *Stop!" I fell silent. After a moment I added "Yes, Mistress." "All right. Switch over to video." "Yes, Mistress." I pressed a few buttons on the computer and moments later Tammy's face appeared on the screen. "Ok. Now, whenever you have something to confess, assume a properly submissive position. Adjust the camera so I can see you." "Yes, Mistress." I adjusted the camera and knelt in front of the computer table, assuming the '*Slave position*' almost automatically. "Alright. Look at me and tell me what happened." "Yes, Mistress." I lowered my head for a moment before I remembered that I was supposed to look at Tammy, then I began with my story. "It was sometime around midnight and I was asleep. My two roomies came in and before I knew what was happening, they had tied me up and gagged and blindfolded me. At I didn't recognize them at first... I thought someone was about to rape or something, I was so scared my heart almost stopped. But after a while I recognized their scents. Once I was helpless, they had their way with me. And, well... after a while I found the whole thing quite... exciting. And pleasant. There was nothing I could do..." "You had a climax? Did they give you permission to have one?" My heart sank. Tammy's tone made it quite certain that she would blame me for what had happened, or at least she would not simply overlook it. "Yes, Mistress, I had a climax. And no, they didn't give me permission to have one. Not explicitly, that is. They didn't talk at all until afterwards." "Then my prohibition against having one was still in effect. A few more details, please." My heart sank even further. "I think the whole thing was Jen's idea. They tied my paws to the headboard with handcuffs and my feet to the footboard. Spread wide. They used some rags to gag and blindfold me. Then they played with my body. Kaye played with my breasts and Jen... explored my sex. I... I couldn't help myself. It turned me on so much... eventually I climaxed. They didn't stop until I did." "Okay..." Tammy seemed to consider this for a moment "And then?" "They removed the gag and once they were convinced that I wouldn't try to kill them for doing this to me, they untied me. They gave me water and put some salve on my wrists. At first I struggled very hard and the handcuffs hurt my wrists rather badly. My wrists still hurt more than a little. We talked a bit, then we went back to sleep. I... I asked them to stay in my bed. I don't know why, but I didn't want to sleep alone. Nothing else happened." "Okay, I see." I stared at Tammy's smug grin. I could almost hear the clicking as the wheels turned in her head. "Are they here? Jen and Kaye, that is?" "Kaye had to work early, but Jen is here." "Fine. Tell her that I want to talk to her." "Right now?" "Yes."
My muzzle began to burn in shame and I hung my head "Yes, Mistress." I got to my feet slowly. "Lisa." "Yes, Mistress." "Jen made you her slave yesterday. So consider yourself her slave until I tell you otherwise. And behave accordingly." I groaned in shame, but there was nothing I could do. Disobeying a direct command from Tammy was not something I wanted to do. "Yes, Mistress." When she didn't say anything else, I left the room. Jen was sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee and reading a magazine. She looked up when I entered. Her eyes widened as she took in my attire and posture. After a moment she began to grin. I walked over to her, then I kneeled in front of her with my knees spread wide and my head lowered. She waited an uncomfortably long moment before she asked "Yes, Lisa? What do you want?" "Mistress Jen." I addressed her "Mistress Tammy wants to have a word with you." "Mistress Tammy?" She sounded slightly surprised, but then I could hear the grin in her voice as she went on "Let's hear what she has to say..." I got up and followed back to my room. I resumed my position in front of the camera. "Hello Tammy! What's the matter?" "Hello Jen. Could you please sit behind Lisa? So I can see you." "Sure." Jen sat down on my bed. "So, what's up? Has our slave misbehaved?" "Actually, yes. She tells me that she had an orgasm last night, is that true?" "Yes. She certainly sounded as if she did. And she almost drowned my hand with her juices." "All right. Did you give her permission to come?" "No. Well, not as such..." "Well, I forbid her to come without explicit permission. If you didn't countermand that order, then she broke my prohibition against cumming." Jen giggled and I groaned, we could both see where this was heading. "Well, I guess our little rodent slave has been bad." The eagerness in Jen's voice was palpable. "Will she have to be punished?" "Yes. That certainly calls for a punishment. The only problem is that I won't be able to administer it anytime soon. And I really believe misbehavior should be punished as soon as possible..." "Maybe I could help you with this?" Tammy pretended to be surprised by the offer. "Say, that's a really good idea..." Jen giggled once more. She was quite obviously enjoying herself enormously. "I'd be most pleased to administer Lisa's punishment, Tammy. What kind of punishment did you think of?" "I guess a good spanking should do it. Thirty spanks." "Oh, good." I didn't like the tone of Jen's voice at all.
Tammy asked "Let's get started, shall we?" "Sure." Jen answered eagerly "How do we do this?" "First, sit on the side of the bed. I want to look at Lisa's face. I hope you are right-handed." "Yes." I heard Jen shift position. "Lisa, lay across Jen's lap. Facing me." I answered morosely. "Yes, Mistress." I got to my feet slowly and assumed the requested position. "Place your hands on the floor. Palm down. Your feet as well. And keep them apart a little." I closed my eyes in shame as I shifted position as commanded. " *Lisa!* Look at me!" I groaned "Yes, Mistress." I don't think I have ever felt that humiliated. Tammy was doing her best to humiliate me in front of one of my best friends and Jen cooperated perfectly. "Keep your mouth open and don't look away." The look in Tammy's eyes brooded no resistance. After a moment she returned her attention to Jen. "Jen, it's usually best if her crotch presses tightly against your leg, so she can't wiggle around too much." "Yes, Tammy." Jen put a hand on my ass and pushed me into position. "You are not in a hurry, are you?" "No, Tammy. I have all morning." "That's good." Tammy looked down (at her watch, I think). "Too bad Lisa has to be at the doctor's at ten. We don't have to hurry, but we don't have all day." "Oh." I could hear Jen's grin. "I don't like to hurry a punishment. It's a lot more fun if you play with her a little and tease her." "Like this?" I gasped, Jen's right hand dipped into my exposed sex. " *Lisa!" I jerked my eyes back to Tammy. I could not suppress a moan of excitement and embarrassment. Jen's fingers made little wet noises as they explored my inside. "Like that." Jen giggled.
"Jen, before we really start, I'd like you to tell me what did happen tonight?" "Well, Lisa told us all kinds of interesting things about the stories you make her read. And how much she enjoyed posing for her pictures. And after all the hints you dropped... I simply had to find out if she really enjoyed being tied up that much. Or what funny noises she made when she came. I couldn't believe she'd be that wet..." "So?" "We sneaked into her room while she slept. Lisa seemed to be having an interesting dream, at least she was making rather funny noises. She didn't wake up until we were almost finished with tying her up. We also gagged and blindfolded her. Then we played with her a little." Jen giggled "I still can't believe how little time it took before she flooded the bed." "I see. Whose idea was it?" "Mine. Well, mostly mine. It wasn't too difficult to get Kaye to agree, she had been thinking about it as well... She's just too shy to act on her own..." "I see. Thank you, Jen. Why don't we get started." "Sure." "I think Lisa is getting impatient." Tammy and Jen both giggled at that. Suddenly Tammy's image on the screen shrank and my own appeared beside hers. "You'll want to watch the expressions on her face, Jen." I cringed in embarrassment. I wanted to drop dead, but I didn't dare to do anything. "Right you are." "Take your time, Jen. Try to be unpredictable, don't hit her in the same spot and vary your pace. Start whenever you are ready. Lisa, I want you to count out loud." "Yes, Mistress." "Ok." After a few moments Jen's left hand dipped under my chest and she began to play with my left nipple. I didn't notice when her other hand stopped caressing my ass cheeks. *SLAP* I jelped, more in surprise than in real pain and jumped, almost breaking the position. I barely managed to force out a huffed "One." between my gasps for breath. A moment later I moaned when Jen's fingers found their way back into my cunt. *SLAP* I groaned. "Two."
*SLAP* I jelped in pain and after a few unsuccessful attempts I managed to force out a barely understandable "Thirty." Tears ran down my cheek. My ass burned, but that was far from my worst problem. Tammy commanded "Lisa! Get back on your knees!" When I didn't move instantly, Jen slapped my already burning rump once more "You heard her, Lisa! Move!" I did my best to suppress the sobs that escaped my mouth almost continuously and scrambled to obey. I assumed the slave position and let my head hang, I simply could not look at Tammy's face any more. Not that I could make out much, the tears made it impossible to see anything. "Now that was a nice way to start the day, Tammy. I could learn to enjoy doing that every day." Tammy giggled "I can understand that. A little exercise always helps to get the blood flowing nicely." "Right you are. Lisa looks a lot more awake as well..." I felt horrible. The pain in my ass was bad, but not nearly as bad as it had been after the photo session. Jen had not gone easy on me, but she had not really hit me all that hard either. I felt totally humiliated. And sexually frustrated. Jen had teased my sex and breasts almost continuously during the drawn out spanking. I wouldn't have minded the spanking all that much, what made it bad was that Tammy was obviously disappointed by my behavior, that she had seen fit to let one of my best friends punish me. The worst was that I couldn't see what I had done wrong. That I could not see what I could have done to avoid this punishment. I knew that I could have tried to resist Jen and Kaye's ministrations a little harder, but I also knew that I couldn't have avoided cumming. Being tied up and helpless was simply too arousing and they had done their level best to get me to come. My body trembled as sob after sob wracked it. "Lisa!" It took a lot of effort to lift my head and look at Jen "Look what you have done!" She pointed at the large damp spot on her dress. I had to wipe the tears out of my eyes before I could make it out. "Now what? What do you expect? Will I be punished for that as well?" Then I almost began to laugh when I saw a second damp spot, right where the dress would have pressed against her sex. I gulped and coughed, trying not to laugh, but then I breathed at the wrong time and a coughing fit wracked my body. Tammy sounded quite amused. "Well, it seems you'll need to change into a new dress, Jen." "It certainly looks that way." Jen sat down once more and motioned for me to resume my position. I obeyed quickly.
*End of Episode 16*
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*Chapter 7 – One For All.*
*Authors Note:
A big warm thank you to my very talented editor: CaptainsSiren. A very talented person indeed.*
Tom and Anny had finished their chores and headed into the lounge room. Anny sat down on the other side of John, and Tom sat on the floor facing towards them all.
"What's happening here?" Tom asked.
"Well I'm trying to think what reward John and Anny get for winning the competition last night." Skye replied with a cheeky smile.
"Ah yes." Tom trailed off, with a smile on his face too as he remembered last night's activities.
John could see Skye continuing in thought, so he lifted his other arm up and put it around Anny, bringing her in close for a nice kiss. He knew Skye had made up her mind when she headed down to the floor next to Tom.
"You don't mind if Anny and I play with John for a little while do you?" Skye asked Tom.
"As long as I get some fun at some point I've got no problem with that." Tom agreed.
John's cock twitched with anticipation. Skye grabbed Anny's hand and pulled her down onto the floor next to her.
"Ok Anny, time for us to give the winner John here his prize." Skye said as she leaned forward and started pulling down John's boxers. They all wore very little these days around each other, as it was so hot still, and because they were all becoming quite close.
John's cock was at full attention before it even came into view. As his boxers moved past it, his cock sprang up to meet the summer air. Once John's boxers were clear of his legs, Anny moved forward on her knees and pushed John's legs wide apart. She looked up into his eyes as she moved her mouth over the top of his cock, let it pause there for the briefest of seconds, and then quickly descended down its length. John groaned with pleasure.
Skye moved up beside Anny between John's legs, and used her hand to start massaging his balls. John had never had the attention of two girls at once before, but he could tell that he was going to enjoy it. Skye dipped her head in below Anny's chin, and sucked one ball into her mouth at a time, rolling her tongue around each one as it entered her hot mouth. Anny shifted so that she was higher up, allowing Skye more room to work.
John looked at the two women working him to such pleasure; it was quite a sight to see them playing and sucking his cock and balls together. He couldn't decide which feeling he liked more, Anny's sloppy blowjob actions, or Skye sucking on each of his balls in turn. It was combining to be an amazing sensation. John looked over to Tom for a second; he had moved to the other couch and pulled his cock out of his boxers to start slowly stroking it to the show the girls were putting on.
John rested his head back so that he was looking at the ceiling; he wanted to focus on the attention his body was receiving. Anny started rubbing her hands over his legs as she tried to bury his cock deeper into her throat, and Skye moved down below his balls and started licking his perineum; the spot between his balls and anus.
Now THAT felt amazing. John had never had someone lick him there before. Skye was pushing her tongue into the skin and massaging up and down. At the same time, her nose was rubbing into his sack, playfully rolling his balls back and forward.
John couldn't hold out, the feeling was too intense. An orgasm started rising through him, and he let out a long groan. Anny brought her actions to a stop with her mouth locked around the head of his cock with gentle suction applied. This allowed John's mind to focus on the sensations Skye was giving to him.
As Skye felt his balls tighten with his release, she pushed her tongue into his perineum as hard as she could. Cum surged through him, and emptied in hard spasms into Anny's waiting mouth. The feeling of Skye's tongue pushed in as it was, made for the strongest orgasm John could remember.
As his cum pumped out and straight into Anny's warm mouth, John collapsed into the couch; his mind flooding his reality with sweet chemical release. Once his cock had stopped twitching, Anny pulled her mouth up over the head of his cock and let it fall free, her lips remaining closed to contain his cum inside her mouth.
Anny grabbed Skye's head and pulled her down onto the floor so that she was facing up at Anny. Anny pushed on the bottom of Skye's chin to open her mouth wide, and started dribbling cum from her mouth into Skye's.
"Wow," was all John heard from Tom, who was captivated at the scene the girls were putting on before them. This caused John to focus back into reality again and he tuned in to the hot display between the two women.
Once all the cum had drained out of Anny's mouth into Skye's, Skye pushed Anny down on the floor and sat above her, drooling his cum back into Anny's mouth. Skye let out a giggle as the last of it fell into Anny's mouth. Anny smiled with her mouth full of cum and swallowed the contents in one gulp. She let out an 'Ahh' sound, as she stuck her tongue out to show everyone that she had consumed all of John's tasty gift.
Skye leant down and started kissing Anny heavily, as if to try and recover some of goodies that were now deep inside her. John's eyes caught sight of someone standing off to the side; it was Merry. She had come back out from her room, and was standing there with her mouth slightly open in shock of what she had just seen.
"Merry!" John called out.
Anny and Skye stopped their kissing, sat up, and went a bright shade of red each from being 'caught'. Tom, the eternally modest man he was, never stopped stroking his cock.
"I'm so sorry!" Merry blurted out, as she turned to head back the way she came.
"Merry come back!" Skye called out, as she jumped up and chased after her.
Merry stopped, and turned back cautiously to face the group as Skye reached her.
"Why don't you join us?" Skye continued with a smile.
"I... I don't know! What do you want me to do?" Merry asked gingerly, not moving from where she was by the doorway.
"Come on." Skye said reassuringly as she took Merry's hand and led her back into the lounge room. "Poor old Tom here hasn't had any fun yet, let's see what we can do for him."
Tom looked up at Merry with a surprised smile on his face. John looked at Merry for the first time in a different light. Although she was in her 60's, she had a lean body and had obviously kept in shape her whole life. He could tell that forty years ago she would have rivalled Anny and Skye in appeal.
John could tell from the look on her face that her mind was racing through if she wanted to join in. Skye pulled them down onto their knees between Tom's legs. The look on Tom's face changed to one of anticipation and hope that this led somewhere good.
"See, he doesn't bite." Skye said as she slapped Tom against the leg with a cheeky grin on her face. She then leant forward and gave Tom's exposed cock a lick up its entire shaft. Tom's cock jumped with excitement.
Skye grabbed Tom's boxers and pulled them off his legs, then moved up to give him a hot kiss. They were going at it heavily, as Merry gingerly raised her hand towards Tom's cock. She paused many times on the way, but eventually her fingers reached it and started tracing up and down its length very lightly. Tom' groaned into Skye's mouth at Merry's touch.
Anny got up off the floor and headed for John on the couch. John shifted around so that his back was against the arm of the couch, and Anny was lying between his legs with her head resting on his chest, facing out so that they could both watch the show developing.
Merry had gained some courage from Tom's groans of pleasure, and had wrapped her hand around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down. Skye kept kissing Tom, but brought one of her hands down to fondle Tom's balls at the same time. She rolled them around in her hand, giving them slight squeezes on occasion.
John's cock was stirring back to life, and starting to stretch against Anny's spine. She leaned her head back so that she was looking up at him, and then raised her hands to tug on his neck. He tilted his head forward and they began kissing upside down. John's hands started roaming down her body, strongly squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingers, and working down farther.
John kept one hand at play with Anny's breasts, while the other danced down over the hem of her skirt and slid down her inner thigh. When they reached their goal, John was pleased to discover she wasn't wearing any panties. He whispered to her to watch the others while he played with her and their eyes turned to the others at play.
Merry was stroking Tom's cock quite fast now. Skye had removed her clothes and was straddling Tom's chest. She had Tom's hands pushed up against her breasts and was helping him heavily grope her; John was coming to realise recently how much Skye liked that.
Merry used her hand that was working Tom's cock to pull it down so that it was aiming towards her mouth; she leant forward then slurped it inside. John was quite amazed that she would go that far, but never the less, here she was starting to make Tom's cock disappear down into her throat. She moved her hand off his cock, so that she could go lower down his shaft, and in a single action downed Tom's entire cock.
She started shaking her head left and right as she gagged on it. Tom was not a small boy and she was showing off her cock sucking skills having taken it all in one go. She pulled his shaft out of her mouth as she ran out of air, a trail of saliva extending from her lips to the end of his cock. She spat the huge amount of saliva that she now had in her mouth onto his cock, and then proceeded to ram it down into her throat again. She brought a hand up to his balls and started giving them a grope at the same time.
"Fuck me!" was all that Tom could let out, as Skye leaned forward to kiss him again.
Skye rolled her hips down Tom's chest and positioned her waiting vagina just above Merry's head. Merry still had Tom buried completely in her throat but eventually released him and realised what Skye wanted her to do. John could see Tom's cock shining from its saliva coating. Merry grabbed Tom's cock with one hand and Skye's hip with the other, then guided Skye down so that Tom started to enter her. Skye lowered slowly, and John could see her outer lips parting to accommodate the nicely thick cock. Merry's saliva coating mixed with Skye's abundant juices, and he slid easily into her.
John turned his attention to his play with Anny. She was breathing heavily, stimulated by the show so far and at the light play that he had been doing to her outer lips, so he moved his fingers in deeper. His middle finger dipped inside her, to coat itself with her slick nectar; then moved up to find its target, her clit. His now slick finger rubbed the tip around her little bud, changing on occasion to rub its entire length up and down across it.
Anny's body responded by grinding into his finger; he could feel his cock rubbing onto either side of her spine as she gyrated. His cock was at full attention again and it felt like it was straining, wanting to get inside her.
John moved another finger into play, now two fingers headed down and curdled up inside her. He started finger fucking her, and Anny's body writhed. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. John varied the pace of his penetrations into her, while he looked up at the others again. Skye was riding Tom in nice slow, long up and down motions. Merry was altering between sucking on Tom's balls, and licking at Skye's slit and puckered anus as it came down towards her.
"Mmm, that is crazy hot." John whispered to Anny, who could only nod as she was starting to lose focus on the others as she climbed towards an orgasm of her own.
John noticed this, gave a smile at his dirty thought, then whispered down to her; "You are not to cum until Tom does, understand?"
Anny was almost too lost in pleasure, and didn't let out a response to John's question. John stopped his finger play, took his other hand off her breast and nipple and put it around her throat. She grunted with excitement at his bold forcefulness.
"I said." He leaned forward to her face, "Do you understand?"
Anny nodded her head as best she could, "Yes! Yes I understand!" she panted.
"Now, don't stop watching." John whispered in her ear, and Anny let out a little satisfied whimper, as he lowered her head back down a little so the others came back into her view.
John started playing with her clit again, but kept his hand around her throat; not tight enough to cut off airflow but snug enough to remind her who was in control. The two were enjoying more and more of this kind of 'rough' play recently, and John loved how it made him feel in control while still sharing the sensations together.
Skye suddenly stopped on an up thrust and Tom's cock fell free from her. "Lick it clean, Merry." Skye called out.
Merry complied, letting Tom's balls 'pop' out of her mouth and started attacking his cock with her mouth. She swallowed it deep into her mouth and rolled her head left and right again, her cheeks sucked in from the pressure she was generating. Eventually she released it with another 'pop', and pulled Skye back down onto it. Skye's vagina greedily accepting the cock again, she continued with her pumping.
Tom sounded as if he was starting to reach his orgasm. John focused more of his attention on Anny's clit; keeping an even paced rub up and down while still looking over at the others.
"Ahhhhh!" Tom cried out as his orgasm started.
Skye kept up pace with her bouncing up and down on his cock as he started to cum. Much to John's surprise, Merry slid a finger inside Tom's anus and started finger fucking him. He guessed that she was massaging his prostate. It made Tom even louder.
"Holy shiiiiiit!" Tom cried out, as the prostate play was obviously having extra effects on him.
As Skye slammed her hips down onto Tom's cock to accept his seed into her, John bent his head down next to Anny's ear and whispered; "Now."
Anny took a few seconds; then she cried out with her own orgasm. John kept playing with her clit at the same pace, as he could feel her body convulsing against his, her hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly as if holding on for dear life. As her orgasm subsided, he slowed his clit play down to a stop, and released his hand from her throat. She collapsed, completely spent, over his body.
John looked up to the others again. Skye was leaning forward and she and Tom were lazily kissing. Tom's cock had fallen out of Skye, and was now being licked clean by Merry. She was lapping at it like a lazy dog drinking water, and would lick any cum that would trickle out of Skye's vagina onto Tom.
Tom stayed on the couch completely drained, as Skye shifted off Tom and pushed Merry onto her back on the floor. She undid the buttons of Merry's blouse, exposing her bra and breasts to the group. With a sly grin she forced Merry's arms above her head and sat across her chest, her legs squashing Merry's ample breasts out over the top of her bra. Skye slid a finger into her well-fucked vagina, and started pulling Tom's cum from its deepest recesses.
It took a few deep curls with her finger, but eventually the remaining cum fell out of her and she smeared it over Merry's breasts. Once Skye was satisfied that no more could be retrieved from inside herself, she shuffled down Merry's body and proceeded to lick the cum off her chest.
Anny had recovered from her orgasm, and was looking at the scene the two women were putting on. John's cock was still rock hard against her back.
She eventually looked up at John; rolling her spine over his erection she whispered to him; "I want you to fuck us all."
"What?" John asked, slightly confused about just exactly what she meant.
Anny just gave him a cheeky smile, and headed over to the women. She climbed on top of Skye's back, so all three women were 'stacks on', their waiting vagina's all aiming out towards John. Skye slipped forward to offer her breasts for Merry to suck on; while Anny kissed all over Skye's back and reached under her to play in Skye's dripping outer lips.
'Holy shit', was all that came into John's mind and he jumped up quickly to accept the challenge.
He started with Anny; she was nice and wet from her orgasm only moments ago. He slipped in easily and started with nice, quick strokes inside her. She moaned with pleasure and turned her head back to give John another sexy smile as John ploughed into her. John pushed as deep into her as he could and let out a contented sigh; he loved being inside his woman.
After a couple of minutes of deep, easy fucking stokes into Anny, John left the warm inviting place that Anny's vagina was; and moved down to Skye. He had not fucked the other women before, but he was still eager to give them a try. John looked up at Tom to check that he was ok with what he was about to do. Tom just looked back lazily, still recovering from his orgasm, and gave him a smile and a thumbs up.
The tip of John's cock slowly parted Skye's outer lips. She too was nice and wet, but from a mix of her own juices and Tom's remaining cum. He pushed slowly inside and he could feel her opening to accommodate him. Skye let out a groan into Merry's mouth; as the two were kissing passionately.
John worked in slow short thrusts; with each stroke going slightly deeper. She felt just as good as Anny but in a slightly different way. John eventually bottomed out inside her. He pushed down on Anny's hips; fucking Skye stronger and stronger; the pile of women swaying slightly in response. A few minutes of nice slow fucking commenced. Skye was clearly enjoying John's performance; she was getting wetter and wetter and grunting loudly into Merry's mouth.
John was quite happy where he was but wanted to complete the tower of female pleasure that lay before him and moved out of Skye and down to Merry. The tip of his cock fell down and rested against Merry's opening. John sank fully down onto his knees and pulled Merry's legs up onto his own, then started to run his cock up and down her outer lips.
It was Merry's turn to start gently moaning into Skye's mouth as John started pushing inside her. Although the other women were definitely tighter, Merry's vagina accepted him with intensity; and she worked her PC muscles around him in ways that he couldn't believe. John repeated the short stroke fucking that he started Skye with, but quickly built up to a nice strong fuck.
Anny looked back at John as he was thrusting deep inside Merry, and called out, "Having fun there?"
John was gazing at the three welcoming vagina's before him, Merry's taking the full force of his fucking at that moment; and looked up at her to give her a big smile. She squealed as he leaned forward and blew on her slit, then gave it a swipe with his tongue. He loved the taste of her. His full attention was quickly drawn back to Merry when he felt her legs tense on his. Her vagina clenched around him as she cried out her ecstasy; the pile of women quaking with her.
He could feel his orgasm approaching; the multiple sensations that the women had provided him was getting to be too much.
John pulled out of Merry, stood up, and started stroking his cock. Anny started to get up, but John used his other hand to push her back down, keeping her on top of the others. John's cum rose up through him; he let out a loud groan as he sprayed all over the small of Anny's back. He could feel his balls tightening as the last spurts trickled out of him.
When he was done he stepped back from the group and said with a smile; "Ok, someone clean that up."
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Compressions and Rarefactions By FuzzWolf Chapter 3
Story, Trevor and Sinclair copyright FuzzWolf, Darkie is copyright his player. This story is of an adult nature and shouldn't be read by minors. Please comment!
Trevor's parking brake made a scrunch as he pulled up on the lever and turned off his car. He looked out at the impressive house he'd parked in front of. The fox gave a low whistle as he took it in.
Originally, he was supposed to meet the rabbit Sinclair had set him up with at the "Dewdrop Inn", which was known local as 'Hotel Yiff or the 'Sleep n Fuck', but the bunny had e-mailed him last night with the news that his parents were out of town for a week so he had the house to himself. So, here he was in one of the richest parts of town and feeling quite out of place. Luckily, darkness had already fallen so the shy fox didn't worry too much about being seen as he rung the doorbell.
"Hi," the bunny said as he opened the door.
"Um, hello," Trevor replied as he shyly waved.
The rabbit beckoned Trevor inside and chuckled as he turned around to lock the door.
Trevor looked the bunny up and down as he took off his shoes. The rabbit was quite a bit taller than he was and had an even slimmer build. His fur was mostly grey, except for the odd speck of darker fur here and there. When he turned around, Trevor saw his black t-shirt had greenish text on the front that said "How far down does the rabbit hole go?"
"Hey, that's one of my favourite movies," Trevor pointed, giggling a little.
"Yeah, but when I'm wearing it, it takes on a whole new meaning," he replied with a wink.
"Oh," Trevor blushed a bit as he realized what the bunny meant.
"So, um, what do I call you?" he asked, to break the silence.
"Oh, everyone just calls me Bunny, that's fine."
"Um okay, well I'm Trevor..."
"I know silly," Bunny said. "Your mate's told me all about you. He was right about you being a cutie."
The fox blushed a little under his fur as Bunny led the way from the foyer into the living room.
"Well, he's not really...ummm...he's never called me his mate before."
"Oh?" Bunny thought for a bit. "Well, I guess he didn't really say that, I just kinda assumed. He seems quite fond of you."
Trevor followed, not quite sure what to do yet. He timidly approached one of the overstuff chairs and sat the bag Sinclair had packed for him next to it.
"So, I'm supposed to show you how to top, am I?" Bunny smiled at the shy fox.
Trevor blushed under his fur, "Um, yeah I guess so..."
Bunny smiled and walked over to Trevor and nuzzled his neckfur gently.
"Its really easy foxy, you just do to me all the things you like to be done to you. Subs sometimes make the best doms."
Bunny gently bumped noses with the slightly shorter fox, "Don't worry, I can teach you."
"Really? You don't mind?"
"Nah," Bunny chuckled as he rubbed the fox's crotch, "You can learn a lot from a bunny."
"Let's start by getting undressed so I can show you the pool," Bunny said with a wink.
Before coming over tonight, Bunny had told Trevor on the phone that his parent's house had a heated outdoor swimming pool that he loved to skinny dip in whenever they weren't around. Trevor was a little nervous about the thought of swimming in the nude in an outdoor pool, but he wanted to be a little adventurous so he'd agreed to come over and try it out.
Now Bunny had walked up close to him and was pawing at his crotch a little more now. Trevor giggled and turned a little, letting Bunny open the lacings in the front of his pants. The fox slipped his shirt off and tossed it on the floor next to the chair.
"Ooh, nice chest foxie."
"Thanks," Trevor shyly accepted the compliment. "You're really cute," he added.
The rabbit looked up with a grin as he opened Trevor's pants. He began to tug gently, coaxing them down. The fox obligingly straightened his back and slipped them down, eventually sliding them all the way off to join his shirt on the floor. He smirked as he saw Bunny looking at his thick sheath.
"Nothing underneath, very nice foxie," he licked his lips as he thought about what lay hidden in the fox's downy white sheath.
Bunny sat up for a moment and stripped his shirt off, also tossing it carelessly on the living room rug.
"Ooh," Trevor gasped as he saw the rabbit's trim form. He was even slimmer than Trevor himself, his muscles were held close to his frame which gave him a sleek but strong look. The fox also noticed the pants Bunny was wearing. He leaned forward and gently stroked the lapine's leg. "Neat," he said as he gently petted the soft, black velvet.
"Thanks, I call them my "fuck me" pants," Bunny grinned as he pushed them off. They hit the ground with a near-silent swoosh as they slid down his slender feminine thighs.
The fox grinned at that comment as he quickly pulled off his socks and stood back up. Now that the two were completely naked, Bunny gestured to the large glass doors leading to the patio and pool area.
"Shall we," he asked with a smile and Trevor let him lead the way outside. He licked his lips as he followed, watching the rabbit's small, round bottom moving under his white tail puff. He found himself starting to think like a top for the first time that evening and realized maybe it wouldn't be as hard as he thought to get in the mood to give rather than receive.
Bunny wasted no time in diving into the pool. Trevor looked around a little nervously as he approached the water. It was already dark outside, but the pool had lights on under the water so he could see Bunny clearly. The pool area was fenced in so he wasn't worried about anyone seeing from the road or sneaking up behind the house, but the fourth side of the pool was bordered by Bunny's neighbour's house.
"Don't worry," the rabbit said as he surfaced and saw where the fox was looking, "There aren't any windows on that side of their house. No one will see us."
Trevor wasn't used to the luxury of a heated swimming pool so he stepped in slowly, starting with one toe. He gasped in surprised as he realized how warm the water actually was. It felt almost like warm bathwater and he quickly immersed himself fully.
Trevor leaned back against one side of the pool and sighed happily. He let his legs go limp and slowly move back and forth under the warm water.
"Wow, you were right. This is really nice," he said with a smile.
Trevor watched as Bunny swam back and forth in front of him. The fox enjoyed watching the rabbit's wet slender body as he slid through the water. He licked his lips as he closely watched Bunny's long, slim cock and low-hanging balls as he came to a stop just in front of him.
"I see you're enjoying this," the rabbit said with a smile, eyeing something below the water line.
Trevor looked down and sure enough, his foxhood was extended from his sheath and fully hard. He murred happily and moved gently back and forth, allowing his firm erection to sweep through the warm water. He'd taken baths that had resulted in an erection before of course, but the feeling of being in enough warm water to float and let his cock drift in the warm in front of him felt amazing and very different from being naked in a bath or shower. This was his first time skinny dipping as he'd never gone to any of the camps where "interesting" things happened when he was a kid so he was really exploring the new feelings when Bunny floated up to him and pressed his naked body against his.
The fox moaned as he felt the rabbit's long, hard cock sliding up and down against his own erection. Although he couldn't really see it in the water, he could feel he was leaking precum already and was really surprised that being naked in this warm pool, even with a very hot companion, had gotten him so aroused so quickly. Trevor held Bunny a little closer and slowly stroked his back and eventually reached down to cup the smooth curve of his butt. Bunny's furry body quivered with the touch as his own paws explored the sexy fox's body. Trevor moaned and leaked more slick precum as the lapine's paw reached between his legs and gave his dangling balls a gentle squeeze.
The two rubbed their slick, furry bodies against each other for several minutes, quickly becoming more and more aroused. Bunny winked, took a deep breath and slipped under the water. The feeling was so sudden and indescribably pleasurable as Bunny's muzzle slipped around Trevor's fully erect cock that the fox gasped out loud.
"Ohhhh," he moaned long as the rabbit began to suck him off under the water. He could only whimper and gently play with the rabbit's ears as the short, white muzzle bobbed up and down his thick length.
The fox's lower half floated weightlessly in the soothing water as the bunny's long tongue lapped up and down his thick foxcock. He let himself drift on the sensations until he began to feel the pressure building at the base of his cock and he knew he would not be able to hold back much longer. With a great deal of reluctance, Trevor slowly pulled the rabbit off his cock.
"You've got to stop now," he panted, "If you keep going I'm going to cum and I...really want to mount you."
Trevor found himself surprised to be saying that, but he really meant it. He was definitely enjoying having another fur being his submissive for a change and he could fully appreciate how much pleasure his partner got out of dominating him.
"Really?" Bunny asked as he reached down and gripped the rock hard foxhood under the water.
Trevor moaned as the rabbit massaged his thick length.
"Ooh, now this is a nice surprise," Bunny said as he gently slid his fingers up and down Trevor's cock.
Trevor blushed, "What's so surprising about it?"
Bunny gave him a sly grin before replying, "Well, I ordered a toy once that was modeled after a fox and it was really tiny. I ended up trading it with a friend for a much larger one."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, I thought foxes were tiny, but you're definitely enough to fill me up," Bunny murred happily as he gave Trevor a slightly firmer squeeze and then turned around.
Trevor took a sharp intake of breath as Bunny pressed his tail up against his rock hard cock. His foxhood slid up and down along the rabbit's slick fur and his thick tip pressed into the smooth furless spot under his fluffy, white tail. Trevor gripped the rabbit about the waist and turned them both around so he was holding Bunny against the edge of the pool. The rabbit braced himself against the wall as Trevor pushed against him, grinding their bodies together. Trevor's precum was slick enough even in the water to help his cocktip press into the ring of the bunny's tight tail.
Trevor ground his cock up and down along the underside of Bunny's tail for several minutes while reaching around and stroking the rabbit's long, hard cock before Bunny hauled himself out of the pool and insisted they go inside and do it right now.
The fox's cock throbbed with need as he watched the nude rabbit hop out of the pool and skip through the warm, night air. All he could focus on was the white fluffy tail and the way that gorgeous rump moved under it as the rabbit walked. Trevor got out of the pool and followed Bunny inside.
The pair stood in the living room and caressed the slick, wet fur of each other's bodies. Both whimpered and moaned with need as cocks were stroked, balls were fondled and butts were gently squeezed. Both were raging hard by the time the rabbit leaned back, baring his throat for his new master. The fox's predatory side took over and he leaned in to gently nip at his prey's neck. The rabbit's whole body shivered with lust as he gave himself over to the fox.
Trevor released his prey's neck and the bunny gently panted as they nuzzled each other's tender neckfur. The fox remembered what Bunny had said earlier about doing to him what he liked to have done to him. Standing there soaking wet, naked and vulnerable, Trevor knew just what to do.
He held the rabbit by one paw as he sat down on the chair he'd put his bag next to earlier. As he pulled the bunny along, the rabbit quickly got the idea and laid himself down over Trevor's knee. They were both far too turned on to fool around now. They both knew it so Bunny was ready for it and wanting it badly when Trevor's paw began to spank his wet, exposed bottom hard and fast. The rabbit gasped and moaned as the fox spanked him hard and fast. Usually when playing like this he had a slow warmup, but not tonight. Tonight the smack on his bare bottom stung hard and came quickly and he loved it. His slick body writhed against Trevor's as the fox's paw swatted each cheek one after the other. He moaned with lust and pushed his rump up into Trevor's paw, wanting to feel it even more. As he pushed his bottom up, his furry cheeks spread apart slightly, giving the fox a clear view of the treasure that lay in wait for him.
Bunny moaned as the fox growled slightly. He whimpered as the spanking stopped for a moment and he realized he could hear Trevor rustling in his bag on the floor for something. He didn't know what the fox was doing, but the anticipation made his cock throb with need and he could feel it bump against the fox's erection under him. He spread his legs slightly, exposing his tailhole more for the fox as he thought about having that thick, vulpine member splitting him open.
Soon, the hard smacks on his exposed bottom started again, only much harder than before. He yelped as the hairbrush smacked hard against his wet furry rump. He knew he would be getting nice and red under his light grey and white fur back there. His balls bounced up and down enticingly as he squirmed on the fox's lap.
"Ahhh Trevor, mount me," he begged, his voice almost choked with lust.
Trevor paddled the rabbit's needy bottom for another few minutes before standing up slowly and tossing the brush aside. The bunny quickly got on the floor on all fours. He parted his legs just right to show off his low-hanging balls. The reddened cheeks of his small, round bottom were parted just enough for Trevor to see the tight pink hole under the rabbit's fluffy tail. Bunny looked back at him with need in his eyes, his small muzzle was open slightly and he panted gently. The sight was such that even a submissive, effeminate fox like Trevor was filled with predatory lust and the desire to mount quickly and claim the prey for his own.
In a flash, Trevor was on Bunny's back, teasing him by gently dry-humping against his tailhole. The rabbit moaned as he felt the fox's thick cocktip, slick with precum, sliding back and forth against his hole.
"Oh, sir. Don't tease me, mount me...please," the rabbit begged.
Trevor exhaled as he pressed his foxhood against Bunny's opening. He was surprised by how warm it felt and how hard his cock was at the thought of mounting Bunny. He held himself there a moment, just gently pressing his tip against the willing submissive. Bunny helped him out by pushing back against the prodding foxcock. Trevor moaned as he felt the tight tailhole opening up and swallowing his cock. He looked down to see his tip disappearing under the rabbit's small fluffy tail. Bunny moaned as the fox's thick tip began to spread him open. Trevor found it incredibly hot to see his thick foxhood slowly sliding into Bunny's small, round rear. The rabbit seemed too small and thin to be able to take him easily, but Bunny's moans and the way he was whimpering told him otherwise.
"Ohh, mount me foxie," he begged again as Trevor gently teased him.
Trevor's long buried instincts as a predator species came over him at the sight of his own cock slowly opening up the willing prey's tight rear for him. The fox gave a little growl, not quite as impressive as Sinclair's but to the bunny under him it was all he needed to hear to make him quiver with submissive joy under a dominant predator. Trevor thrust forward hard and hilted every inch of his thick foxhood under the rabbit's small tail.
"Ohhh, yeah," Bunny groaned to himself as Trevor pushed his shoulders down and plunged into him even deeper.
The little fox held onto his prey tightly and began to hump him hard and fast as his instincts took over. He growled and held his prey tightly as he mounted him as hard as he could. Trevor had no idea it could feel this good to be on top and the rabbit was so tight it made his eyes water. He bit down on the bunny's shoulder and held on as his hips thrust out of control.
Trevor was going on instinct alone, but Bunny was more used to this. He pushed back into the fox's wild thrusts so he could feel the thick foxcock as deeply as possible. His own long slender member dripped precum onto the floor as Trevor pounded his prostate again and again. Bunny gripped the carpet and pushed back to keep Trevor's cock as deep as possible.
For a first timer, the fox was doing a good job hitting all the right spots under Bunny's tail. Although, as hung as the fox was it wasn't hard to miss. The initial pain of being entered had quickly faded and now, the slender young rabbit only felt the pleasure of being taken hard and fast. Luckily, he was experienced and could hold off his own pleasure so the night didn't end too quickly. He could tell that the fox wasn't going to last long, but he hoped he could tease another climax out of Trevor later on.
Trevor cried out and gripped his prey tightly as he came inside the tight tailhole he'd been brutally riding. He filled the rabbit up with several long spurts of fox cum before collapsing on Bunny's back and panting into his neckfur. Under him, Bunny was grinning mischievously as he squeezed down his passage on the fox's sensitive member. Trevor whimpered as the tailhole tightened down on him. Being over stimulated, it felt good and bad at the same time. He gave Bunny some of his own medicine and pushed forward again as deep as he could. His cock was still nice and hard and the rabbit moaned loudly as it pressed him deep inside.
"Oh...wow," Trevor panted after a few minutes.
"Did the foxie have fun?" Bunny asked as he wiggled his rear against Trevor's groin.
Trevor responded by grinding his crotch against Bunny's rear. The submissive rabbit moaned as the thick foxcock pushed deep inside him again. With this encouragement, the fox continued to tease his new friend. His paws roamed around and caressed Bunny's chestfur as he gently humped into him. Bunny squealed a little as Trevor found and squeezed his nipples.
Soon, the fox's paws had wandered farther down over his partner's slim stomach and between his legs. Bunny moaned again as Trevor began to slowly caress the rabbit's long, hard cock. He slowly traced every inch of the rabbit's member with his soft paw. The slow teasing was maddening, but Bunny didn't say a word. He let Trevor do what he wanted to him even though his balls were aching for release after the spanking, rough mounting and soft caressing on his cock.
Trevor was getting bolder again. He was gently stroking up and down Bunny's whole length while his other paw had snuck farther back between the rabbit's shapely thighs to gently tug on the Bunny's low-hanging balls. He continued to push his foxhood in and out of the squirming rabbit's tailhole and occasionally pushed all the way in as he was enjoying hearing Bunny moan whenever he did that.
Bunny had thought he could hold off his own climax, but he wasn't able to resist the gentle caressing of the fox's soft paws on his cock. His body shivered and his back arched as Trevor slowly stroked him from base to tip while gently tugging on his full balls. He started to pant, his eyes watering as the pleasure started to overwhelm him.
"Tug them a little harder..I'm...so...close," the rabbit gasped.
Trevor realized the rabbit liked things a little rough like he did so he began to pull and squeeze the dangling balls in his paw while his other paw slid quickly up and down the bunny's long shaft. While pawing his prey off, Trevor continued to gently hump against the rabbit's abused bottom. When he shoved his thick foxhood all the way in while tugging down on Bunny's balls, the rabbit groaned deeply and came hard. His body shivered with the stimulation as Trevor milked him dry.
The fox watched with satisfaction as watched Bunny's cock spurting all over the living room carpet. He wondered if he should've caught the rabbit's load before it got everywhere, but he doubted Bunny cared much about cleaning up his parent's house at the moment.
Trevor gave his new friend's cock a long, firm squeeze along the whole length to milk out the last of his cum. When he was sure the bunny was done, he sat back and leaned against the chair. Bunny was pulled with him and ended up sitting on Trevor's lap with the fox's cock balls-deep under his tail. Bunny's cock sprung up again from the new pressure he felt deep inside.
Trevor's ears lowered as he peaked around to see Bunny's face, "So how'd I do?" he shy asked.
Bunny grinned and squeezed down on the foxcock deep under his tail, "I don't think I really have to teach you anything foxie. So, how'd you like topping?"
Trevor giggled a little, "I never thought I'd like it so much. It was fun to be in charge for a while, but I most liked it when you moaned a lot."
As Trevor's cock shrunk back down into his sheath, Bunny got up and sat next to him. The two nuzzled for a little before Trevor asked a question.
"Um, so what is your name?"
Bunny grinned and licked his nose, "Why so curious foxy?"
Trevor laughed a little and confessed he'd told Sinclair he would find out.
"Jamie", the rabbit confessed with a giggle as he stood up.
"Cool," the fox beamed from his place on the floor as he watched Jamie pick up some clothes from his couch.
Trevor gasped in appreciation as the bunny slipped on a pair of slightly transparent black panties. Jamie walked over to the stairs and looked back at Trevor, "You want to come up to my room now?"
The question was posed almost innocently, except for the sly wiggle of the rabbit's tail above his panty-covered rump.
The fox wondered how much the bunny's tail could take, but he figured he'd probably find out as he picked up the bag of toys Sinclair had packed for him and followed Jamie upstairs. This was going to be a fun night.
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Compressions and Rarefactions chapter 3/4 by FuzzWolf
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Kinky Witch Getting married hadn’t gone quite as planned. Granted, I really wasn’t sure what to do when I found out my new wife was a witch. As it turned out though, she was a pretty kinky one and most of her efforts found their way into our bedroom at some point or another. Most of the time I found this pretty amenable, though there were times her kinks were definitely more than I bargained for. And that’s what I found out when I got home from work one Friday night.
It wasn’t unusual to pull up to our small home with the sun already setting. The weather was thankfully mild, and I took my sweet time unloading my things. Briefcase, sports coat, and a pile of bills from our mailbox balanced in my arms as I stepped over the threshold.
I could feel my ears prick slightly, and the hairs on my arms stood on end as I entered our living room. We’d been married a while now, and I was getting used to coming home to this sensation when she was in the mood. Though I had learned, whatever was going to happen had to wait until I was deemed ‘ready’ for whatever kinky desire she had in mind for me.
Setting down my briefcase in the corner and the rest of the stuff on the end table, I grabbed a beer from the fridge. Walking back to the couch tripped slightly. Looking down I realized the hem of my pants was now pooling around my ankles. Aww, damn it, I was gonna’ be small tonight. Sometimes that was fun, but mostly I enjoyed being the bigger stronger partner. I set the beer on the couch, it could wait a second while I pulled off the offending pants and tossed them to the side. I gave myself a quick good stretch and rubbed the small beer gut I’d developed after turning 30. Knowing her magic, it’d be gone soon anyway.
I settled into the couch, popped the beer open and turned on the TV to wait out her spell. A few sips in I could definitely feel the changes, not the least of which was the beer hitting me harder than it should. The beer can even felt bigger in my hands. My legs were definitely smoother and softer as they rubbed against each other. I could feel myself getting aroused. and I occasionally rubbed through my boxers to enjoy the sensation. A little edging to bring on some tension. It didn’t take me long to realize that my cock was shrinking though.
Ah, well, I could have expected it. Early on I’d found out she was bi, and she really wanted to experience things with women. So, rather than open up our marriage which neither of us really wanted, she had chosen the next best thing. She turned me into a woman periodically for her amusement. I can’t say the experiences were bad, they certainly gave me a better appreciation for her perspective in bed, and the orgasms could be delightful. But I was always happy to return to my nice tall, cock-having body at the end of things. Over the years she’d established a few ‘regulars’ that she liked me to become, and every couple of months I found myself in a hormone ridden sexy body. We’d given me new names in each of them, and on a couple occasions she’d even taken me out on dates.
Looking down at my legs, now much shorter, with wide curvy hips, I knew this form now. This was Heidi. Blonde, buxom, and short. Kind of a bubbly cheerleader character. It didn’t take long for the blonde hair to start falling into my eyes. I figured I might as well enjoy the last few minutes with my cock, so I yanked off my boxers and let the magic of my hand bring me a little last male enjoyment. Even as I started to cum, I could feel it slipping between my fingers. I winced a bit as my equipment literally ripped in half and shrank back into me. This was followed by a stomach-churning sensation. The first time it happened it freaked me out, but I now knew it was just my womb growing. I’d never really been okay with this feeling, and it always weirded me out that I grew one. I always worried that I could get pregnant, though she’d assured me she made sure that it was never there long enough. Apparently, the change was quite complete when it came to her magic. Though one time I had made the mistake of making a rude comment to her about PMS and she’d given me a cunt for a week to feel it for myself. I never made the mistake of commenting on her period again.
I finished the beer, setting the can on the table, and undid my dress shirt. I let out a very unladylike belch as my gut slowly melted away to a smooth, sexy toned stomach. The excess mass wasn’t wasted though as my chest began to bubble up and form two glorious mounds. There was almost an audible pop as my nipples went from tiny little buds to giant thick eraser tips. I gripped them for a minute, letting my hands get used to their size and heft again. A few flicks on my nipples reminded me how fun they could be.
I took a minute to examine my body, nearly fully changed now. I had been Heidi several times. She had those thick plump thighs that could crush things, and a huge mons that hid a delicate but very sensitive clit. It was probably the most orgasmic of my female alter-egos. I guessed my wife was planning something extra special tonight if she brought Heidi out to play. I took a moment though to enjoy this myself and slipped my fingers into my already wet snatch, enjoying the pliable smooth sensation of my lips as I gently circled around my new clit a few times. A quick shiver and I felt better.
Pushing the now quite long blonde hair out of my eyes, I reached in the seat cushions and fished out a hair band. Our cat loved hiding them there, and I always knew that if I needed one, I could grab one quickly. It helped, as I quickly pulled the tresses up into a ponytail.
I debated getting up and going to find her, but something told me that I wasn’t done yet. The prickling sensation hadn’t faded as usual, so she must have more in mind. I flipped off the TV. It was just dull sitcoms anyway.
I could feel my ears popping, but when I tried to yawn my jaw moved, I didn’t feel the yawn. Rather it felt different. Reaching up, I felt my face, and instead of my normal lips I met a puffy vertical slit. I tried to swear but nothing came out but a faint gargle. I played with the folds a moment, feeling about and confirming exactly what I suspected. Yep, there was a large, puffy pussy on my face, complete with engorged clit. Which, when I hit it, sent shockwaves into my brain and I could feel my eyes roll back into my head. Damn, that was a strong wiring. If I’d been standing, I might have fallen over.
After a moment, I shook my head. The blast of orgasmic bliss made me feel a bit dumber, like I had just forgotten who won last year’s world series. Taking stock, I was definitely Heidi, with a twist, a blonde bombshell whose body screamed ‘fuck me!’ when she walked.
Levering myself up out of the couch, I could see a faint damp spot from where I’d been sitting. I wasn’t sure how much of that was left over me, or was from Heidi’s damp cooch. Something hit my breast. Reaching up I wiped off some sticky goo with my fingers, only to have the sticky mess coat them. It took me a moment to realize that what I was feeling was my own drool, um, grool, on my chest from my face. Oh, this was going to be odd. Took a moment to stretch myself, enjoying some new flexibility. As Heidi I able to touch her toes, in fact she could hug her calves. I’d actually had my wife take a picture of me like this once, showing off the premium derriere, and the lips that peaked out between my thick thighs. I had to admit, it was sexy as fuck.
I stopped by the guest bathroom to take a quick look at my face, and definitely confirmed the very lovely ‘innie’ that dominated mine, it was very flushed and I took a moment to wipe away a substantial amount of the mess it was starting to ooze out. I’d no clue how I was breathing, but I seemed to be doing just fine. Magic was weird like that. Sometimes it just took care of things.
I headed back towards the master suite. I was pretty sure I’d find my wife back there somewhere waiting.
Opening the door to the master suite, I could see the curtains drawn back and the light on in our private patio. This was a nice feature we’d added for some privacy that allowed us a year-round hot tub, but with filtered glass so no one could see in. Which was good because it was pretty often that we opted for this to be where we made love.
I slid the door open, and found my wife with a bottle of wine in the tub. I keenly noticed there was only one glass. I was glad I already had the beer.
“Hello gorgeous, how’s my sweet little Heidi tonight?” She lifted herself halfway out of the water revealing breasts that defied gravity. Thick, full nipples that were so sensual capped each silver dollar sized areola. “Oh, that’s right, my little Heidi can’t talk tonight. Well, that’s okay, come give your mistress a kiss.”
I found myself irresistibly pulled forward to the edge of the tub, where she waited. I could feel her put her lips to mine, her tongue probing my slit. It didn’t take long before I felt like my brain was melting. I barely noticed that she stripped the shirt from my shoulders and dumped it on the floor. I could feel her hands fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples.
Slowly she led me into the hot tub, the warm water felt delicious on my soft skin as I stepped in. She was eye level with my crotch now and she took a moment to give it a quick lick and kiss too, followed by a light grope of my ass.
I slowly settled into the water, my large breasts floating. I’d found a jet and was letting it stimulate my ass gently. It felt nice. My wife came and continued to send my mind into a numb fog. Her fingers spreading wide the lips on my face as she licked and fingered me into idiocy. I could barely think, barely able to do more than gently hold on to her hips.
But even in my haze I felt something. Her hips felt bigger, and different. Like they were rubbery. I broke out of my stupor long enough to pull away from her just a bit. She smiled, and wiggled her hips in my hands. “You want to see, don’t you?”
Under the bubbling water I could see her legs undulating. At first it felt like a trick of the light, but then I realized that her legs were splitting, one into two, then two into four. Each one becoming thick long tentacles, that reached around me. I could feel their suckers on my skin. One probed my vagina between my legs, sending more shivers down my legs. I could feel it easing deeply into me, hitting what I knew to be my cervix. Two tentacles more emerged from the water as she slipped them around and squeezed my breasts, allowing the suckers on the undersides to catch hold of my nipples, pulling them in interesting ways. A fourth tentacle she brought all the way up, even as she used her hands to hold my head still, she rammed it home deep into the facial vagina. Two more caressed my ass.
My mind spun. The confluence of orgasms as she spent hours letting her tentacles drill my holes. I prayed I didn’t need to breath, but I could barely think beyond the wracking orgasms. She teased my clits with her others and while wrapped around me I could feel her cunt rubbing across my belly, pressing hard into me as she brough herself to orgasm over and over again.
I don’t know how long it lasted. I must have passed out from the pleasure. I awoke the next morning in bed. I reached up and felt my face, and felt the morning stubble of my natural self. My wife, her dark hair splayed across the pillow, was looking at me with a contented look.
“How was it?” she asked coyly.
“Amazing.” I admitted. I still felt mentally drained, like she’d cost me a few memories, but the experience had been exceptional.
“I’m glad you thought so. I hope you’re up for a bit more fun though, because I’m now in the mood for a good deep dicking.” She pulled the sheets down to reveal that I now had a rather prominent horse cock, which she promptly began to arouse with her hand while her other hand played between her own legs.
Goddess, I love this woman. Looking at her, I said “For you, love, anything.”
She just smiled, and rose to straddle me, revealing a few changes of her own. I was very pleased to find my new appendage fit neatly into her new horse pussy. Damn, was it good to be married to a kinky witch.
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The Machine 6: Frog Toes Kimmy wiggled her long toes. “Isn’t it cool?”
Mary gave an incredulous look at her friend. The long strange webbed digits waved in the air, faintly green, and certainly not human. “I guess.” She said as flatly as she could.
“Aww, come one, it’s awesome!” Kimmy slid her feet under her and took a crouched pose that emulated the amphibian she resembled through her mutations. Her hips swelled in the position, and her bottom stuck out behind her in a manner Mary considered rather lewd.
“I can’t believe you did that” Mary wasn’t on board with her friend’s decision to make her 18th birthday gift to herself a new pair of feet, and knowing her, probably more.
Kimmy threw a pillow at Mary. “Oh, quit being so stuffy, you’d like it if you tried it.”
“I’ll pass. I like my feet the way they are.” Not strictly true, Mary hated her feet, but if she did anything it would be to make them daintier, not larger, let alone webbed.
“Sure, that’s why you stuff them in those old combat boots all the time.” Kimmy stuck her tongue out at Mary and hopped up on the bed in a smooth move from the floor.
Mary had to admit watching her friend’s effortless bounce was impressive. Kimmy’s thighs, always impressive form her years of soccer, swimming, and dance, were now massive. The muscles bunched under the denim fabric, threatening to split the blended stretch with their force. Each motion sending ripples across them.
“Can you even walk now?” Mary asked, watching Kimmy settle onto the bed in a more humanlike pose, one leg draped over the edge of the bed.
“Um, yeah.” Kimmy retorted. She slowly dropped the other leg down off the bed and levered herself up on the wide pads of her toes, her heels well into the air. She stumbled a bit, her first few steps tentative and unsteady. Her hips just didn’t seem to want to move that way anymore. “Okay, so not as well, but I’ll get used to it.” She conceded.
“And never wear shoes again,” Mary snipped. “What about dance and soccer?”
“So, what about them? I’m done with them. I’ve wanted to quit both for years.” Kimmy seemed pleased by the idea of ditching things that were filler for her college resume, and her mother’s ego. “I can still swim.”
Mary eyed the legs again. “Yeah, but not on scholarship, you know the rules.”
Kimmy shrugged, “I’ve got an academic scholarship anyway.”
The exasperation in Mary’s voice was palpable. “Just, I don’t get it, why would you mess with your body like that?”
“Because I can? Because it feels good? Because it’s fun? I don’t know, maybe just to piss off my parents a bit. Does it matter? Why’d you get that tattoo? It’s permanent too, you know.” Kimmy pointed at Mary’s hip, knowing that under her pants was a rather sexual tattoo that she’d gotten. Mary’s mother had been horrified when she’d finally seen it this summer at the beach when Mary’s swimsuit had ridden up just a little too high. “That’s private!” Mary objected loudly.
“Then why do I know about it?” came the coy response.
“Mary fumed as she searched for some answer, “Because you’re my roomie, and you’ve seen me naked, that’s why. Besides you were at the beach the day my mother saw it.”
“Yeah, and I was there with you when you got it, too. I supported you. So, what’s the difference anyway? I just chose something a bit more visible.” Kimmy flopped back on the bed and wiggled her long green toes again, watching the skin stretching between them. She found it fascinating.
“I… I don’t know, it’s just so weird.” Mary protested.
Kimmy shrugged, “Look, I like it, so why do you care?”
Mary didn’t have an answer. She just stormed out of the room and headed for the library with her bag. Kimmy knew she’d scored the win. Just as well, she wanted the room to herself for a while anyway.
Kimmy listened to the door slam, more than a little annoyed at the lack of support from her roommate on this. She wanted to go after Mary and argue, but other things pressed on her mind, and with the room empty for a few hours she was going to deal with them. Her shirt came off easily, followed by her bra, but she struggled with her pants. Her massive thighs with their thick corded muscles gave her almost no room to wiggle out of them. Her feet weren’t much easier as her broad toes barely let the jeans slide over them, followed by her panties.
Free of the pants, finally, she watched the ripple of the muscles under her skin, enjoying the feel of the strength they contained. Her calves were almost as defined, flowing down in the odd-looking frog foot that she adored. Five long toes flexed at her will, and she giggled as she watched the membrane of them shift and flex with each motion of her foot. It made her happy.
Kimmy couldn’t wait to try out her new legs at the pool. She’d been a swimmer for years; it was the only thing she really loved. Now, she’d be able to swim faster and farther than anyone. Well, except Bethany. Kimmy frowned at the thought, remembering the news about Bethany. She’d used the machine just a week before, her body warped now to that of a buxom mermaid with the tail of a sailfish. Not that Kimmy had any idea what kind of fish that was, but Bethany had boasted about it being the fastest thing in the sea. Now Bethany had left, carted off from her family swimming pool in a net to be the buxom poster girl for some tropical resort. Officially they said lifeguard, but Bethany’s golden locks, colorful tail, and well, her giant boobs were obviously going to sell the resort. Kimmy tried not to be too jealous, but it was hard. Still, at least she could walk, something Bethany would never do again.
As if to prove the point to herself, she took another hop back up on her feet and made a few unstable steps towards the shower. Half way there she gave up and let herself settle down into the frog like squat that seemed more natural to her now. Hopping was something she was still unused to, but she found it an interesting mode of locomotion. It was a very interesting change in her perspective.
Once in the bathroom she pulled herself back up to get a good look in the mirror at her changes. From the waist up she looked much the same, with the noted exception of the greenish tinge to her skin around her areolas and nipples atop her small perky breasts. She’d debated getting larger breasts, it was common, but they would have just swung wildly with each jump or slowed her down in the water. So, her little perky b-cups stuck around. Not that she minded them, and they seemed constantly pokey after her transformation. It was around her hips that things really started to change. Her soft pale skin became even paler, an almost white spot forming on her lower abdomen and upper thighs, even as the rest of her legs and hips carried a soft greenish color. Given her natural light olivine coloration it wasn’t too bad a color shading, though she wondered if she should have just gone whole body with the look. The new skin was very prone to drying out though, and she had to use a lot of moisturizers now to keep from feeling dry or chaffing. She figured it was a small price to pay.
Her hips had taken a lot of the changes, flaring outwards to accommodate the new muscles of her butt and thighs. Where her old legs had been just firm, the new ones would make a bodybuilder pause. It gave her a very bottom-heavy feel as she inspected the girth and the size of her ass. Granted, it was a fabulous ass, curving wonderfully with the spread of her hips. She wondered how she looked when she was in a squat. It must be the queen of all frog poses.
Pulling herself away from the mirror she gave a wabbly step over to the shower. The water turned on with a hiss, and her goosebumps ran all over her body. Reaching down she slid her fingers over her soft, hairless mound, its pale skin split by a darker greenish color where her lips peaked out from inside. She’d been feeling the ache in it ever since her transformation. The tech had said it was normal, and had even offered to help relieve her. She’d resisted her urges and declined. Now she wondered why. She regretted that as the ache became a throb, the sound of the water alone stirring up her sex. It was starting to become demanding, needy. It was why she wanted the time alone; she was going to need it.
Feeling the temperature reach a comfortable level she started to slide into the spray, but stopped just long enough to impulsively grab the small hand mirror for some additional exploration.
The water felt wonderful on her new skin. Its soft patter easing her feeling of dryness as it cascaded down her shapely form. Kimmy figured she’d be showering a lot more than once a day now to keep her moisture levels up. Enjoying the sensation for a moment she turned back to the small mirror she’d carried in, letting herself explore her curves, now dripping wet, as she could with the little mirror.
Dropping into a squat again she admired the curvature of her ass, then turned the view lower using the mirror to examine the spread of her butt cheeks, and the slight dangle of her dark green inner lips and they peaked out from her most intimate spots.
“Oh, my God, I’m hot.” She said to herself, examining herself in a variety of poses in the shower. She hadn’t been completely aware of how exposed she was while hopping around, but her backside made sure anyone who saw her was going to get an eye full of firm, squeezable ass. She was particularly interested in the way her labia spread, parting as she squatted down, as if she were ready to take the next cock she hopped across. A wicked smile crept across her face as she pondered that. Biting her lip as she realized that was probably exactly what she wanted. A raw sexuality that screamed out to fuck her senseless.
Her fingers probed downward, slipping between the fleshy walls of her outer folds, spreading them wider to reveal more of the dark greens that they hid, and finally to reach the pale pink tunnel that was already starting to tense in anticipation. Her imagination running wild as she dreamt of some guy coming to her like this, his cock rock hard. She would be ready as he would push her up against the wall, the cool tile against her nipples, her ass thrust back into him. He would press inward, his cock driving into her sensual frog pussy. In her mind she could feel every stroke, her body responding. Her fingers responded, swirling around her clit as the imaginary cock pressed her harder against the wall, her finger tips pulling and teasing her inner lips with abandon. Moans began to tumble from her throat as she let first one, then another, finger probe inward, filling her imagination’s need. The mirror slipped from her other hand, forgotten against the floor of the tub as she let her body press against the cool wall of the shower, down on her knees, her ass moving rhythmically as she steadily worked her hand in and out of her needy hole. She wanted more. She needed more. In her haze she looked for anything that could fill her. She fumbled with objects that she could reach, coming away with a slender but long bottle of shampoo. Her need was too much, she pushed the object inward against her walls. They gave way readily, greedily accepting this offering in lieu of her fingertips. The bottle went in, deeper and deeper, in and out it slid with her juices. She clutched and scrapped at the walls, trying to hold herself up, thrusting faster and faster with the bottle. Her moans turned to whimpers as her orgasm neared.
Every moment felt like she needed another. Just one more to reached the top of that crest. She’d lost track of time, but her body didn’t care. It just needed more release as she squatted on the floor of the shower, barely aware. Her legs began to tremble, their thick muscles flexing with each wave of pleasure that rippled over her body. She panted with the exertion as water ran over her face. Choking slightly on the rivulets that she inhaled, she coughed.
Slowly the waves of pleasure stopped crashing over her, her legs began to stop their shaking. She lay crumpled at the bottom of the shower, breathing hard, nose inches from the pooling water. She could still feel the bottle inside her, and she reached around to pull it out. Her lips gripped it, almost as if they wanted to deny her the ability to remove the object of pleasure, but still she managed. It popped free, leaving her to shudder and twitch one more time as her hole slowly closed its gape.
The shower had lost all heat by now, but she didn’t notice or care. All she cared was that she was cool and damp, and at least somewhat satisfied.
Mary returned hours later after fighting with Kimmy. Taking a deep breath before entering to make sure she was calm; she turned the knob on the door. There was no sign of Kimmy. Throwing her bookbag on her bed she heard the soft his of the shower.
Knocking gently on the bathroom door. “Hey Kimmy, you okay, just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
No answer came.
She knocked again, Kimmy wouldn’t be so mad as to just ignore her, would she? “Kimmy-kins, are you okay?”
Still no answer.
“Kimmy, hey girl, are you alright?” A louder this time, her brow furrowed in concern.
Silence.
“Kimmy, if you don’t answer, I’m coming in.” Worry had crept into her voice now.
There was no and Mary twisted the handle and entered, thankful Kimmy had left the door unlocked.
There was no billow of steam from the bathroom, not even a puff. The air was clammy and cool. The hiss of the shower was the only sound. Mary snapped back the curtain and found her roommate lying on the floor of the tub, half curled up under the spray of the water.
“Kimmy! Speak to me! Are you okay?” Mary snapped the valve off, and reached down to grab her roommate. Her head was barely out of the pooling water, her body chilly to the touch. Ignoring the strangeness of her friend’s new legs, Mary pulled her upright and into her arms, lifting her from the tub with a great heave.
Kimmy’s eyes fluttered slightly, feeling the warmth of her friend’s skin against her own. She nuzzled into Mary’s damp shirt, groggy. “Is better than okay.” Her voice came out with a slur.
Mary almost jumped as her friend’s face pressed into her bosom. “Oh, my God, girl, I thought you might be dead! What the hell were you doing scaring me half to death like that for?”
“Sorry, it was just so good,” came the mumbled response.
“What was so good?” Mary asked, wondering if she even wanted to know.
“The water,” Kimmy started.
“The water? You passed out under the water?” Mary said in shock, but interrupted by Kimmy’s soft touch on her lips with a long finger, silencing her.
“…and the sex.” Kimmy finished finally with a sly sleepy smile.
Mary looked down at her friend in her arms, then to the mess around the bathroom. Bottles lay everywhere from where Kimmy had knocked them over searching for the right bottle. That one lay rolling slowly in the receding drain water. The mirror lay on the floor of the tub. “Kimmy what have you been doing?”
A giggle escaped Kimmy, “Getting off.”
“Eww, Kimmy!” Mary screeched, almost dropping her groggy froggy roommate to the floor.
Kimmy just giggled harder, “You really should try it, it’s amazing.”
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Day Five.
Harrington-Brown.
I've got a full day ahead. A whole day questioning Cinderella, and I'll be honest with you, I couldn't really wait to get to this day. Here comes Tom...oh my god, what is he wearing now?!
"Hello Sir, I've got the uniform and the panties. I must say when Jill tried on the uniform I took a few measurements. There isn't much left to the imagination, and Jill is a good few inches shorter than Mrs Stone."
"Okay, have you had a word with Jill about her clothes?"
"Yes Sir, I told her she had to wear short skirts to mid thigh, and high heels. Now you've moved her to the front desk."
"Good, and bending over?"
"Yes, when male clients are waiting in reception, she knows to go to the filing cabinet, and get a file from the bottom drawer."
"And she knows to linger there for a time?"
"Yes sir, I told her to bend over and count to 10."
"I hope she can count that far. A little more tit for the clients to see wouldn't go a miss too."
"I'll let her know sir. Sir, this work dress of Mrs Stone it's A-line from the hips down."
"Tom, what the hell does that mean?"
"It flares out away from her waist, and it's starched too, so it stays that way. Honestly Sir you could put your hand up her uniform, without touching either her or the uniform, and she wouldn't know it."
Now there's a lovely thought.
"Tom, how come you know so much about these things?"
"Oh that's easy; I live with my mother, and my three aunts. They make dresses, and I help them, they even taught me how to make and design my suits. This one Sir is one of my creations, plum velvet, with a pink shirt and spotted white and pink bow tie, I made it all myself, and flares are the new fashion, so do you like it?"
"Tom, you're starting to worry me now. You're not a faggot are you?"
"Oh no, I just like making clothes, it's a hobby creating something and then wearing it. I do make dresses too."
"You make dresses, for women?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh yes, I've sent a few designs to Twiggy."
"Twiggy? Tom, who the fucking hell is Twiggy when she's at home?"
He laughs like I'm the idiot!
"A model, she's very popular."
I sit back as the courtroom begins to fill.
"Hey Tom, do you think Pauline could be a model?"
"Oh no, while she is very pretty, but her bosoms are too big, models today have to be very thin and streamline like Twiggy, they do drastic things to keep themselves stick thin."
"Tom, do you ever go out for a drink with your mates?"
"Not much, I don't like the taste of beer. I'm a champagne kind of guy."
"You are the only male in the house, with your mother, and three Aunts?"
He nods.
"And you make dresses, and your own clothes?"
He nods again, and I shake my head.
After a few objections from Jimmy, the judge also wants to see Pauline in her uniform. Under the table Tom slaps a five pound note in my hand.
"Told you Tom, I told you I'd get her in that uniform," I whisper.
We're all waiting and Jimmy is still sat there grumpy as hell. There really isn't much point to Cinderella wearing the uniform, but I want to see those legs everyone has gone on about. The door opens and she walks back into the courtroom. Tom's right, the skirt is away from her thighs and I can make out the darker tops of her tan tights sticking out below the hem. Her legs go on for miles, and the pale blue dress with poppers down the front is tight under her bust, making her tits look even more inviting. How the fuck she can work in a uniform that short without flashing everything is beyond me, no wonder the old guys can't help but grab her ass.
She doesn't look in the least bit phased, okay a slight embarrassment, but she must know every guy is drooling over those legs and tits.
"Turn, um...would you turn round please, Mrs Stone?"
That's the judge wanting to see the back. I'm sure under that robe he's wearing, he is rock hard. He goes for the gin in his glass.
"Your Worship, could Mrs Stone please go and get changed now? I'm sure Mr Harrington-Brown has had his thrill at my client's expense."
"Mr Spratt, I don't want any more time wasted. Mrs Stone, would you mind keeping your uniform on, in the interest of saving time, my dear?" the judge asks with a sickly smile.
She nods, and walks to her seat. She sits crossing her legs, and yet more of the darker part of her tights becomes visible. I take a sip of water, wishing I had the judge's gin in my glass.
"Mrs Stone, have you altered your uniform in any way?"
"No, I haven't," she says with a slight gulp.
"You picked that length of uniform yourself, did you not?"
"Yes, it was the only one in the stockroom at the care home that would fit."
While Jimmy is protesting Tom is hissing at me to get my attention. After I hear what he has to say, I smile.
"Mrs Stone, would you please stand up and turn round."
Jimmy is protesting but the judge is on my side again. She stands up and turns round, the creases in her uniform stay in place and there is a nice glimpse of her panties, under her tan tights.
"Mrs Stone, are you aware that the judge, the jury, and indeed myself and the rest of the courtroom can see you're wearing yellow panties today."
Jimmy is shouting, and the judge, who it appears has a new gavel, is banging it, and the greedy eyes of every male in the room is lapping up the view. Mrs Stone is red faced, and looks a little uncomfortable, but defiant as well. I slip back to my seat, and hand the fiver back to Tom.
"Tom, God bless you, you were right, after a short while in the Glory Care Home in that uniform, everyone would see it all."
"Mrs Stone, you must be aware your uniform doesn't hide your panties, and bending and stretching while you work reveals your underwear to quite an extent?"
"Your Worship, this is once again turning into the circus you wished it not to. Mr Harrington-Brown has done nothing but humiliate my client, with things which have nothing to do with the case. Mrs Stone wears a short uniform, it is today's fashion, and on any given day in a restaurant, or even in the local hospital, women wear short uniforms. I must object most strongly to the blatant sexual harassment of Mrs Stone."
The judge clears his throat, "Mr Spratt, you keep mentioning sexual harassment, I'll admit I'm not used to this phrase. There are plenty of women on the telly showing their knickers off these days. Mrs Stone is an attractive young woman, who wouldn't look out of place on the Benny Hill show, and I'm sure she doesn't mind men looking at her obvious charms. Now I'll allow Mrs Stone to change, but as the youth of today say, get with it man."
The judge is smiling to himself, and to be honest I'm still a little knocked for six by his statement.
She comes back in, and perhaps I should take a leaf out of the judge's book of perverted things to say to a young woman.
"Mrs Stone, I'm sure you are aware of the length of your uniform, and I'm sorry for any embarrassment, but as the judge has said you do have stunning legs."
"Very stunning I'd say Mr Harrington-Brown. Now I'm sure you don't mind the odd whistle of appreciation now and then, do you my dear?"
She nods and half smiles at the judge, who has just about told the court he fancies the knickers off her. He asks me to continue, and then takes a big gulp of his gin.
"Mrs Stone, as you changed the bedding in the room of Mr Wells did you wiggle your backside?"
She gulps, "Yes...I."
"Mrs Stone, you opened your uniform and showed Mr Wells your breasts, did you not?"
"Yes, but."
"Then you got fed up waiting for Mr Wells to ejaculate, and you gave him, what is termed these days as a, hand job, did you not?" I ask not giving her time to answer.
"Well, I."
"And you caught his semen in your hand?"
"No, not in my ha."
"Mr Wells told the court that's what happened, now moving on."
The court is mumbling, and Jimmy has long since started shouting. For a moment the judge has forgot he was in charge, no doubt dreaming of Mrs Stone, and should have stopped my questioning a few moments before he did!
Finally there is silence.
"You didn't let me answer your questions properly. You make is sound like I'm some sort of pros...it is not like that it wasn't like that at all! I felt sorry for him. It happens in the care homes, Sandra told me it happens all the time!"
Well that was quite an outburst, even poor Jimmy was taken aback a little. I'm getting to her, but I'm barely a quarter of the way through. Of course she is right that was intention to not give her time to answer, but hey shit happens.
"Mrs Stone, I'm sorry you feel that way, do you get paid extra for pleasuring the gentlemen at the care home?"
It is nearly lunchtime, and I let Jimmy have his shouting match, and the judge has warned me about a penalty payment, which really doesn't bother me.
"I'm sorry Mrs Stone, I'm just wondering whether the 11 pounds 4 shillings, and 11 pence, that you say was mysterious snatched from you, by some robber who has never been caught, was actually never snatched from you, but kept as a payment for services rendered, to Mr Wells."
She has slipped to her chair, sobbing in her hands and mumbling to herself.
"Come now Mrs Stone, we've already heard evidence that you are behind with your rent, and what you do to pay the arrears. Perhaps you saw Mr Wells, and then Mr Taylor as soft targets. You persuaded Mr Taylor to leave you his money in his will, and then, bumped him off!"
After 5 minutes of Jimmy shouting at me, and the judge banging his gavel until he hits a finger we adjourn for lunch, and just in time for Adrian, my TV reporter friend to make the 1 o'clock news, live. It's all going swimmingly, apart from a fine for me and one for Jimmy, but hell, Pauline is in bits.
Okay this whole court case is turning into a farce, but the great unwashed in the gallery love a farce, even more so where there is sex involved. Pauline is back now and I've heard through the grape vine, or rather Tom who knows someone in Jimmy Spratt's camp that Pauline, had to be persuaded to continue with her claim for the money left to her. I'm glad in a way; it gives me another crack at Cinderella.
She looks red round the eyes, and hopefully she is dreading my questioning.
"Mrs Stone, did you have a good lunch?"
Yes there's no point to that question, and I don't get an answer.
"Mrs Stone, when you stood on the chair to open Mr Sibley's window, did you not think about how Mr Sibley would react?"
She doesn't answer.
"I wonder, if you enjoyed him looking up your uniform, did you?"
Jimmy objects and a red faced judge, due to a liquid lunch, backs him up.
"The court has been told that Mr Sibley hung around the bottom of the staircase, several times, waiting for you and others to go up and down. Did it not occur to you to complain?"
"Some did, but it wasn't a big thing. We were very busy most of the time. It's just the same as going up staircases in department stores; you know men are looking up your skirt, it is just one of those things."
She's changed a little; she should be a quivering mess right now. It's obvious to me that she has been told to weather the storm, for a chance to get the jackpot. I have to rethink.
"When you stood on the chair and felt his hand on your leg, why didn't you call out then?"
She swallows but still looks confident. She looks to the judge, which is an old ploy to get him on her side.
"Your Worship, the men do that. It is one thing a few of us brush off, we're busy and some of them don't get visitors like they should. We had become like a big family in there, I'm sure you understand judge?"
The judge nods with a sympathetic smile.
I'm shuffling my papers and trying to think how to dislodge her new found confidence.
"Mrs Stone, his hand went up your uniform and you tumbled to the bed. While he was undressing you, why did you not scream out then?"
"He didn't undress me he ripped my panties and tights off. He pinned me to the bed, I couldn't get away from him. His hand was covering my mouth, and then he pushed his lips on mine."
She crosses her legs and half the eyes in the courtroom follow her movements. Tom tugs my sleeve and whispers to me that the not so innocent Pauline Stone has rolled the waist band of her skirt, making it appear shorter!
"Um okay, perhaps we should move on."
She's got everyone hooked. Jimmy has objected, but the court is hushed.
"Don't you want to hear the rest?" she asks, looking to the judge again.
"Mrs Stone it's obviously a painful memory for you. Perhaps we should move on to your nights with Mr Taylor."
"No wait a minute Mr Harrington-Brown. Mrs Stone has put up with a lot from you today, and she should be allowed to elaborate on your questions about Mr Wells, Mr Sibley or Mr Taylor."
"Your Worship, with the greatest respect. Any statements such as these aren't really relevant."
"Then why Mr Harrington-Brown did you bring up poor Mrs Stone's rape in the first place?"
"Your Worship again with the greatest respect; Mr Sibley said she offered it to him."
"I think we would do well to get her side of the story."
I laugh, and I can see the whole court is on the judge's side, "This isn't the time for a statement."
"Sit down Harrington Brown. I won't tell you again. Please, continue my dear, go as far as you're comfortable with."
"Like I was saying in answer to Mr Harrington-Brown's question, Mr Sibley pinned me to the bed and put his hand over my mouth. I felt his fingers pulling at my panties and tights. He started trying to kiss me, but I kept my mouth closed. That was until he forced my mouth open, and pushed his tongue deep in my mouth."
This is bloody wrong. Even the little dab at her eyes with the tissue, isn't convincing me she is that upset at telling her story. It is almost pornographic, the way she has everyone thinking about those events.
"I feared for my safety, so I stopped struggling, and I let him rip my underwear off. I think he thought I was enjoying it. I could feel him in me, his thing I mean. He started calling me...my I say Your Worship?"
The judge clears his throat, "We are all adults here Pauline, sorry Mrs Stone. Yes please continue."
She crosses her legs yet again, and if I'm not mistaken it has ridden up her thighs even more!
"He called me a slut, and told me I was asking for it, with my very short uniform. He said he had seen men touching my backside, and I hadn't let him like I let the others, and now he had his cock in my..."
"Yes, um, please carry on my dear."
"Thank you judge. He said I was a teasing whore, and nobody would blame him for taking me. He started kissing my mouth again, and mauling my breasts. He groaned in my ear, it sounded so disgusting. His wet tongue slobbered over my neck. His hands explored my body, and he pinched and pulled at my breasts. He said he had dreamt of this day since the first time he saw up my uniform on the stairs, and many times after that."
The whole courtroom is watching her, some looked horrified, and some, dare I say, are listening with a different set of thoughts going in their heads.
"Then I noticed Ms Appleby, and that's when I started struggling, when there was any hope that he might be stopped. I kicked and pushed back as hard as I could, but I couldn't get him off."
"Mrs Stone, I'm going to suggest a short break, so you may compose yourself."
Compose herself that's a fucking laugh.
"There is one other thing Your Worship."
"Yes my dear, feel free."
God this is fucking insane!
"Mr Sibley was right."
Tears are falling from her eyes now, what the hell is going on here!
"Ms Appleby was in the room watching. She let me struggle for a longer amount of time than I thought she should. Maybe she thought I had brought this on myself. I swear I didn't, I swear I didn't want..."
The court is gasping now, and Cinderella has conned us into feeling a little sick about this.
"She was smirking at me, and then she left to get to help, and in no great hurry."
Her tears and sobbing are real. But I have to do something to stop this tide of sympathy.
"Your Worship, if I may, one last question before the break?"
"Mr Harrington-Brown, can you not see the state this poor woman is in? I'm totally ashamed to call you a respected member of this court. There will be no more questions until, Paul, I mean Mrs Stone has completely recovered from this brave telling of her very own nightmare, in fact I shall adjourn proceeding until tomorrow."
The court rises, and Cinderella has gained the upper hand. I don't mind telling you she has me a little rattled, and so does that icy stare of Ms Taylor.
"Sir, I have faith in you. You'll win this."
"Tom, this is tougher than I thought it would be. Let's get back to the office and go over a few things, I will not be beaten."
"That's the spirit Sir."
"I need a break, time for home Tom we've been here nearly two hours."
"Um maybe not just yet, Ms Taylor is here to see you. Would you like tea, Ms Taylor?"
She just looks down her nose at him, and poor Tom is actually quaking in his shoes. He scurries off not waiting for an answer.
"Mr Harrington-Brown, I'm paying you to get that little slut out of my hair, and my father's wallet."
"It won't be long now Ms Taylor."
She raises an eyebrow and gives me a look that could sink a battleship.
"I'll ruin you if you lose this case; while that little lower working class bitch told her harrowing account, the man next to me was panting like a race horse! She had the room in the palm of her grubby little hand, and the judge was practically drooling, no he was drooling over her."
"Ms Taylor I..."
"I haven't finished yet you stupid little man. You had better have more balls than I see at the moment. If that little cow isn't sent back to the gutter tomorrow, penniless, mark my words you are finished in this town."
She leaves, and for once I find myself wishing I had never taken this case.
Pauline.
Don't ask me what clicked in my head, maybe it was the talking to by Jimmy and his man at lunchtime, maybe it's the greed of everyone surrounding me, my husband, the two sisters, even my stepsister who has moved in has plans for the money. I did too I must admit, but that changed a while ago, then as I say something clicked. Everyone has leered at me in my uniform, and I'll admit it was a shock to be displayed like that, but and here's the thing, I realised lunchtime what Jimmy said was true, half the people, including a couple of men in the jury, are more interested in the sex than justice, that's what clicked, and that's why I gave them what they wanted.
Do I have to play dirty to win? Win, that's a laugh, I'm not winning anything. I'm losing my husband having lost my family just before. I bet they have heard the news on the radio, and seen that reporter on the telly deliver all the details.
Tomorrow that man will start questioning me on Frank. Jimmy reckons he is going to hit hard. He and his number two are divided on how much I should tell the court about Frank and me. Maybe tomorrow I should go with the same. Jimmy doesn't want me to, but Michael his number two has suggested I've got a better chance by showing the court the sexy lover of a man in his 70's. He said half the men in the jury, and the judge, wished they had been in poor Frank's shoes. He said, "Let them have their fantasies, show them the sexy Pauline, especially the judge."
"Where have you been?"
She stands there with her arms folded.
"Not now Gloria. I'm going for a bath and then to bed."
"Well what about our tea?"
I drag her to the kitchen, open a sack of potatoes, chuck them in the bowl, and then put a knife in her hand.
"Peel the bloody things and stick them in water. There are fishcakes in the fridge, and wash up when you've eaten."
I leave her there, stunned.
"Pauline, what's going on, where have you been?"
"Barry, not now, I've had a shitty day. I want a hot bath and then I'm going to bed. Your little teenage tart is making your tea, she'll have to get used to it."
"You can't talk to me like that you're still my wife!"
I turn back to him and come down the four stairs I had gone up.
"You know that money, should I get it, is mine alone. Maybe I'll just skip off with it."
"Oh and just how are you going to cash it without putting it in my account?"
"I'm sure I could find someone willing to cash it for me for a few hundred quid."
"Huh, and just who do you propose to do that?"
"Maybe Mr Cox would. After all I open my legs to pay the rent; maybe I'll open my legs with a smile on my face for a change."
Day Six.
Harrington-Brown.
Well here we are again, waiting for his Worship to make his grand entrance. Tom has been chattering in my ear about the crowd outside trying to get in. Apparently there are two more television crews outside than yesterday, and this place is packed.
"Sir, I swear there must be 50 people outside who have been turned away; you'd think the Beatles were performing."
"Do you like the Beatles Tom?"
"Yes, although they have gone a little hippy with there clothes. People in the know say they will split up. I like their music and the Stones as well."
"Speaking of Stone's have you noticed something odd about her today?"
"No wedding ring?"
"Correct young Tom, no wedding ring on her dainty little finger."
The judge instructs me to continue with my questioning of Pauline Stone, actress of the year, if yesterday is anything to go by.
"Mrs Stone, I have to ask, I notice the lack of a wedding ring, why is that?"
"My husband and I are, well, we're getting a divorce."
She clears her throat, as murmurs go round the court. I could say how sorry I am to hear that but I'm going to be a right bastard today.
"So he isn't standing by you, after all?"
She didn't like that question, she just shakes her head and lowers those sexy green eyes to the floor.
"Mrs Stone...sorry should the court refer to you by another name now?"
Jimmy is bleating on that I'm being heartless. The judge decides we carry on using her married name, but I'm having fun with this.
"Surely in the interest of Mr Stone, if he is no longer standing by his soon to be ex wife, then we should call her something else?"
The judge has lectured me about rubbing it in, but as soon as he heard Cinderella is getting a divorce, he made a note on his pad.
"Okay Your Worship, Mrs Stone it still is, so I shall carry on referring to her as such. So, Mrs Stone, I want you tell the court about your relationship with the deceased. How you became friends, and then lovers with Mr Taylor."
"I liked him from the outset. He was fun and intelligent, and he was fit for his age. We talked, and then one night he said something about liking seeing me laugh. Then he leant forward and we kissed. He pulled away and said sorry. A few weeks later I could tell he had something on his mind. He had been distant towards me after the kiss. I asked him, and then he told me he wasn't sorry for kissing me, he was sorry that he was so much older than me."
"Mrs Stone, this is all very Mills and Boon."
"Mills and Boon, Mr Harrington-Brown?"
"Sorry Your Worship, they are publishers of romantic fiction. Mrs Stone, when did you decide to offer Mr Taylor sex to change his will?"
Jimmy's on his feet, complaining again, and we're less than five minutes in.
"Sorry, Your Worship, I'll return to the Mills and Boon approach, because that is fiction too."
Another warning from the judge, but I'm looking at the bigger picture, namely Cinderella. She isn't too pleased about me referring to her affair with Mr Taylor as a purely sexual one. So that's how I'll continue.
"Mrs Stone, what was sex like with Mr Taylor?"
"Do I have to answer that?"
The judge nods and she swallows.
"It was good, very good. He wasn't frail, he was strong, and, and loving."
"I see, was that a surprise to you?"
"A little, he made love to me, kissing me and, and..."
"And what else Mrs Stone, we are all waiting? You seem to be more comfortable telling the court about your supposed rape than something loving and more natural."
More protests from Jimmy and more banging of the gavel, but Mrs Stone's eyes are watering, and her fingers are fiddling with one of the big gold buttons on her red skirt.
"Okay if you must know, he made love to me, he went, went down on and me and I had an orgasm, with his head between my legs. I'm not ashamed of it; I've never had that not even from my husband. Frank, Mr Taylor and I were like one, he knew what to do, and yes I don't like repeating it to you or anyone else, because his death hurts, it still hurts deep down."
She's got a drink of water now, and half the fucking courtroom's sympathy no doubt. But fuck Cinderella; it'll be time for my outrage very shortly.
"Mrs Stone, why were you smiling when you came out of Mr Taylor's room, doing up your uniform on the night of his death?"
She dabs her watering eyes with a tissue.
"I had been...we had been playing. I told him I had to go and help Ms Appleby. Frank whispered that he would wait until I got back, but to hurry up, which made me smile."
"This was the night you gave him your orange panties?"
"Yes, he saw me bending over a few days before and he commented on liking them. He teased me about them and how they would look..."
"How they would look what, Mrs Stone?"
"Your Worship does my client have to spell things out, it's obviously very embarrassing and painful for Pauline."
The judge is thinking and if I know my judge he'll let the question stand. He coughs clearing his throat.
"Mr Spratt, I think Mrs Stone should answer. Please tell the court about your, orange panties."
She looks a little surprised by the good old wonderful judge.
"Very well, Frank teased me about how they would look on his, his penis."
The court mumbles again.
"So I hung them on his, and...masturbated him for a while."
Here I go; time for maybe another fine, but this is what I've waited for.
"Mrs Stone, I think you were smiling because you knew you stood to get Mr Taylor's money. You had just forced the pills down his throat, and masturbated him to his death, maybe even smothered his mouth with your breasts, is that not the truth? Ms Appleby said you were on edge about getting back to Mr Taylor's room. I suggest it was to retrieve the orange panties, these same orange panties Mrs Stone, your orange panties, which I have here, in my hand!"
I hold them aloft circling round the court with them, as Mrs Stone is full on crying now. The veins in Jimmy's neck are throbbing, the judge is yelling, but I've made my point.
It is nearly lunchtime, and the judge has reminded everyone that there is no evidence that it was Mrs Stone who fed Mr Taylor the pills, and caused his death. I've been reprimanded and Jimmy has stopped short of actually punching me. Mrs Stone still sits there sobbing, and her tiny little orange panties, which I should add have been washed, have somehow found their way to the judge's bench.
We're back after lunch and Mrs Stone has told everyone the Mills and Boon version again, which quite frankly has been done to death. Jimmy has asked all the right things and his sympathy is so sickly, it is like putting sugar on a banana sandwich, even the judge has told him to move it along.
Finally 40 minutes later he has finished, and I've noted a few of the women in the gallery have been weeping into tissues with Cinderella's love for Mr Taylor.
"Mr Spratt, have you finished?"
"Your Worship, if it pleases the court, Pauline would like to say something."
The judge nods.
"I just want to say, I wish Frank was still here. Yes I'm 24 and he was 76, but no matter what anyone thinks of the age difference, I love, loved him, and he made me happy."
If I had been drinking I would have spat my tea out.
"Your Worship, I would like to hear from Ms Taylor?"
I'm on my feet in a flash after Jimmy's words.
"Your Worship, Ms Taylor has given a statement to the court, and there is no need for her to be questioned. She is still too upset over the death of her father, and it was agreed she would not be called, after several large charity donations, as per the law made in 1722."
"Your Worship, we have a few questions regarding the statement Ms Taylor has made. Once again Mr Harrington-Brown has come up with a law that should have long been abolished, and hasn't seen the light of day since I don't know when."
"Ms Taylor has a medical condition, and I don't think it serves any purpose to ask her about her statement," I say, and the judge nods in agreement.
Thank the lord we dodged a big bullet, I turn round and there she is, standing in the middle of the court.
"I've heard enough. Question me if you need to."
All eyes are on the ugly sister from hell as she steps forward. I sit down and Tom whispers in my ear that this isn't what we wanted.
"Tom, she'll blow everything up if we're not careful. What could Jimmy have on her?"
"Sir, there's nothing."
"There had better not be, or you'll be making clothes to earn money and not as some sort of weird faggot thing."
"You may sit Ms Taylor," the judge says with a smile.
"I'll not sit in the same chair as that gold digging harlot."
I slip further down in my seat, hoping the floor will open up. Tom nudges me.
"Sir it is 4.30, can we not delay until tomorrow?"
I'm on my feet and asking the judge.
"No we will not. Ms Taylor I intend getting to the end of the questioning today. I will ask you only once to keep your emotions in check."
She huffs but nods.
"Ms Taylor. We're all very sorry for your loss. Your statement is more than adequate, but I'd like to ask you a few little questions."
"Well get on with it then young man."
"She'll mess things up Tom. I just know it," I whisper.
"Of course Ms Taylor... How often did you visit your father in the Glory Care Home?" Jimmy asks.
"Every other week, my sister and that Buffoon she married and I alternated. It is in the visitor's log book at the home."
A titter goes round the court, but Ms Taylor stands there with a face that could have the devil him self shaking on his hooves.
"I see, did you like your father's room, number 12 wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"A nice room, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes."
"With flowers on the wall paper isn't that so?"
"Yes red roses, the same as in my garden. Before you ask I don't remember the colour of the drapes."
"Your Worship, Ms Taylor is a very busy woman, and do we really need details of the room her poor father met his untimely death in?"
"Thank you Mr Harrington-Brown. Mr Spratt, can we get on?"
"Ms Taylor, your father hadn't been in room 12 for the last 9 months of his life, he was moved to room 15 when room 12 was redecorated, he liked that room better and never went back to room 12."
"Well, I, I'm mistaken then."
"But of course you signed the Glory Care Home visitor's book; each time you went there, didn't you?"
She glances up at her sister who looks a little on edge.
"Tell me please how you managed to sign the visitors book, on the 15th of March, when you were holidaying in Egypt, and on the 29th of June, and again on 30th of August, when Ms Taylor, you were again, out of the country?"
"Ms Taylor is a very busy woman, and Your Worship, I offer that she mistook the dates."
"Mr Harrington-Brown, the visitor's book is in a diary form, with the dates printed on the page."
"Mr Spratt, I fail to see the importance, apart from Ms Taylor not visiting her father, and someone else signing the register. If you're suggesting the jury base there decision on visits to Mr Taylor, it is not a crime, although I would say that I'd expect a daughter of mine to visit me in such circumstances."
After what the judge has just said, the jury and the rest of the court will be against Ms Taylor now.
"The day after Ms Appleby signed your father's new will, was the only time you visited him recently, why was that?"
"I told him I had heard of this new will, and he wasn't leaving anything to one of the help."
"Or, and I quote, that gold digging Harlot, as you referred to the woman who was probably the only friend your father had recently. Neither you or your sister visited him, and to be honest Ms Taylor, did you really care if he lived or died in a place that he had no need to be in, in the first place."
The court is in uproar again, and I have another shouting match with Jimmy Spratt.
He has a couple more questions, and if he's anything like me, this'll be even more damning.
"Ms Taylor, did you not move your fully fit and capable father to the Glory Care Home, because of a couple of dizzy spells?"
"Yes, he couldn't have looked after himself in that big house all on his own."
"Did you fire his housekeeper, making it impossible for him to stay there?"
"She was a thief, like that working class whore he took up with."
"Ms Taylor, I wonder if Ms Appleby, an ex lesbian lover of yours, had instructions to get your father, out of the way somehow, because he wouldn't sell his house, a house that you knew was waiting to be bulldozed by a local building firm, for the land it stood on, a house that you and your sister had been left in his will?"
It took the judge 5 minutes to gain control, and I reckon this is a lot closer than I feared. My closing speech is next, and it is going to be short but to the point.
"This is quite a simple case for you to decide on members of the jury. I'm sure you haven't been taken in by Mrs Stone's tears, and the often mentioned love for Mr Taylor, that her and her council have beaten you over the head with. Quite simply Mrs Stone was in the habit of teasing the residents of the Glory Care Home, with her extremely short uniform, and picking out the wealthiest residents, and treating them to sexual favours," I turn to the jury shaking my head in a pitiful motion.
"Yes she is a pretty woman, and just by showing interest to the elderly gentleman Mr Taylor, she secured a place in his will. Sleeping with a man old enough to be her grandfather, she could only have one reason, to entice him into parting with his fortune. Good Gentlemen of the jury, let us not forget, how she has paid the rent arrears, and in the process, Mrs Stone got herself pregnant by Mr Cox. Mr Cox I might add, has fallen so madly in love with her, he wants to marry her. Ms Taylor is right to accuse her of being a gold digger, who was probably egged on by her husband, a husband, who now he has heard so many things via the television and radio, he would rather divorce his wife, and kiss any chance of the money goodbye. Yes members of the jury, let us not forget that Mrs Stone has, or rather had a husband, who has been in pain for months after his accident, and in all that time Mrs Stone, had carried on with Mr Taylor behind her husband's back," I nod as if agreeing with myself.
"Member's of the jury, what wife would do such a thing? Not a loving, caring wife, but a wife who saw the chance to be rich. Ask yourself please, would Mrs Stone have fallen in love with a penniless Mr Taylor? No...I think not."
"Very good Sir, Jimmy can't possibly best you."
"Mr Harrington-Brown, has told you members of the jury, Mrs Stone is purely motivated by money. Yes we told you that she was in love with Mr Taylor, and didn't know about the will, and had not pressurized Mr Taylor for money, because that is true. She has admitted that the money would give her and her injured husband a new life, and that again that is true, but I repeat, she did not ask for that money, and certainly did not hatch a plan with her husband to cajole Mr Taylor, to add her to his will," Jimmy says and then takes a breath.
"Pauline has told you she had fought her feelings, believing in the sanctity of her marriage vows. But she wasn't the first nor will she be the last to fall in love with another man. In her short statement Pauline said, she wished Frank was still here, and she has been the only one who has said that. She said that with real tears in her eyes, and from the heart...so I ask you, to give Pauline the money that will give her the chance to rebuild her life, and while you're thinking on that remember, she would rather Frank Taylor was still alive," Jimmy says and then stops to let the jury think about that.
"Mr Taylor left his money to her in his will. You cannot ignore it was Mr Taylor's wish that she should have the contents of his bank account, while his two daughters still have the business, and two houses owned by their father, so it's not like they have been left with nothing. So members of the jury, let Mr Taylor rest in peace knowing, he got his wish, for a woman who made him happy, and took time on her days off to come in and sit with him. Give the money to, Pauline."
In the Judge's instructions to the jury, both myself and Jimmy had been accused of being the most underhanded he had even seen in his court. Okay that may be true. He told them to ignore all the theatrics, and gave them the facts. He sent them away with them fully aware there needed to be a majority decision in this case, and in the event of a tie, he would save the court time and money by having the final say.
"The jury should retire to consider this now, and because of the late hour I do not expect the verdict until tomorrow."
Well that's it, all over and done with. I knew Ms Taylor might well fuck things up.
I'm talking to the judge outside the court room about his farewell bash in two weeks. Mr Spratt has hurried to the hospital where his wife has gone into labour, and Mrs Stone is on the other side of the lobby with Jimmy's number two. The judge has been eyeing her up, while listening to me.
"For your information Mr Harrington-Brown, Mrs Stone's panties ended up on my bench, and if you'll excuse me I'd like to return them to her."
I smile at him as he walks up to Mrs Stone.
Pauline.
"Hello there Pauline, I hope you don't mind me calling you Pauline?"
"No Your Worship, that's quite alright."
He chuckles at me, and tells me there is no need to call him that out of the courtroom.
"Sorry I couldn't help overhearing you are looking for a hotel to stay in tonight. Might I suggest the Royal?"
"I couldn't afford that, I was thinking of a bed and breakfast."
"Well I do know the owner, and if Mr Spratt's council here doesn't object I'll have my driver drop you off there. You don't object do you, Mr?"
"Waverly, Your Worship, and I don't think..."
"Waverly, I've been very impressed with you, calming Mr Spratt down. You could have a big future in the courts, and wouldn't it be nice to have a respected retired judge to help with your future?"
I'm stood in the lobby of the hotel, seeing how the other half live. The judge followed me into his car and insisted on accompanying me to my home to get some fresh clothes. His hand had been on my knee for most of the journey, as he has told me not to worry, as he's sure I'll win the case.
My husband was sat in the chair brooding while I got my things. Gloria sat next to him like some sort of lap dog, neither of them spoke. My husband's face was turned to the floor, and I got to see his jowl move as he ground his teeth.
"So who does that fancy car belong to, another one of rich old men you have snared?" Gloria spits.
I ignore her and look at my husband. He holds out his hand with what I assume is the divorce papers, in an envelope. I go to take the envelope off him, but he keeps hold of it.
"I still want half the money, and if I don't get it I'll sue you."
I could argue, I could tell him to go ahead and sue me, but I've been through enough these last few days.
"I'll be back for the rest of my belongings in a couple of days."
At the hotel the Judge tells me he is paying for the room. He suggests a drink at the bar, and pats my backside.
"I need the toilet, if you'll excuse me?"
He nods and licks his lips. I've seen that look on many men's faces before.
"My dear you look quite pale, and you've been in the toilet for more than 10 minutes."
He orders a brandy for me, as I contemplate the outcome of bumping into Ms Taylor in toilet.
The judge takes me to a secluded booth. He slips his hand in his pocket and holds out my orange panties.
"I rescued these for you Pauline," he says with a smile.
Does he really think I want them!
"Would you, dispose of them for me judge?"
"Oh of course my dear, how insensitive of me," he folds them and puts them back in his pocket, a little to carefully, "you know I've got your work dress as well."
He flicks his fingers and his driver comes over and places my uniform on the table, and another brandy for me.
"That'll be all Davenport. I'll not need you anymore tonight."
I know what he's expecting, and he comes out with it.
"Now my dear Pauline, perhaps we could have dinner, up in your room away from prying eyes, and if it isn't too much trouble," he says sliding his hand on my knee, "I wouldn't mind seeing you wear this dress again?"
"Do you like the Benny Hill show?"
"Oh yes Pauline, the way he chases scantily clad women around really is quite funny."
He licks his lips, and his hand goes up under the hem of my skirt.
"I've often wondered what it would be like to be chased around like those women; do you think I could get a part doing that?"
He is trembling and has sweat above his top lip. I let his fingers find the top of my thigh, and then, my panties.
"Perhaps we could do that judge. Oh by the way, have you made a will?"
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"Hey, come check this out," Melinda tugged at my elbow. I looked up from the cooktop to see that my wife had turned on one of the secure monitors in the guest suite. All six of the kids were playing in the living room as I prepared breakfast.
Geoff and Mimi were gently making love. The TV was muted to avoid alerting the kids, but the two of us watched our friends for just a second.
Yesmine lay on the back, her legs spread wide. Geoff's rear end rose and fell as his cock pistoned in and out of his wife. What struck me was how loving the two of them were.
In previous viewings—mostly of their pornographic website—we had seen them go at it hot and heavy. In a series of private videos they sent to us about a month ago, we watched Mimi dominate Geoff. Mostly what we had witnessed was them fucking.
While that was *hawt*, observing them make love was erotic.
Their movements were slow and complimentary. They seemed to anticipate each others's needs and desires almost telepathically. I guess being together for sixteen years will do that, huh?
After a few moments, Melinda changed the channel; a part of me felt like I was intruding on our friends's most private of moments. She brought up the master bedroom, where Leah and Katie slept in each others's arms.
"I take it Mimi finally understands what Geoff endures for her," my wife said softly.
"I think Katie finally understands how much Leah loves her," I paused for a moment. "What about you? Did you enjoy your time with Geoff and Leah?"
Melinda made a funny face that was something between a wistful smile and a dismayed frown. She pushed the skillet of bacon off the gas burner, lest it burn. Then she stepped into my arms. "We had a good time. Leah and I made a sandwich out of Geoff with him inside her and me raping him with a strapn... It was kind of hot..."
"*** But..." I prodded.
"It wasn't the same as when we do it to you," she finished with a mysterious smile.
"Why?"
She took a deep breath before replying. "Because I don't love him like I love you. He's a great guy and neither Katie nor Leah have any complaints about him in bed... but I just don't want to have sex with him."
"Do you regret saying 'yes' to this weekend?"
"No," she replied after a moment. "I have to confess that I like getting the chance to dominate a guy for a change."
I grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry about that."
"Don't be," she chided me gently. "That's not who you are. What about you? Do you regret saying 'yes' to this weekend?"
It was all I could do to stifle a flippant reply that went something like, *And miss out on the chance to bang the hottest girl in my high school? Not on your life!* but I didn't say it 1) because that would have been tacky, and 2) I would have been kicked out of the big bed for a month. Instead, what I said was, "Not as long as you guys are okay with the way things are going."
Melinda snorted, seeing through my bullshit. She shot me a wicked smile. "Just remember who's financing your life of leisure as you're fucking you *hawt* new girlfriend's brains out."
I reached out and smacked her playfully across the backside. "Play your cards right and she'll be your *hawt* new girlfriend, too!"
We didn't go out again for the rest of the day. We certainly have enough toys and stuff around the house for everyone to be entertained. Kaylee and Tiffany spent most of the afternoon playing *Mario Kart* on the Wii. The younger kids made a mess of the downstairs playroom.
Geoff and Mimi's family seemed to fit right in with our clan. I found Melinda sneaking a nap with Bryan and Jeremy, and Gabi latched right on to Mimi in a way that she *never* does with strangers.
"She's so cute, I could just take her home with me," Mimi gushed.
"You'd have to fight Katie and Leah first," I warned playfully. "And don't forget, you won't just be getting Gabi; she's a package deal with Gwendollyn."
"I'll take them both," she replied with a smile.
"Remember that in about five months when we're up to our eyeballs in kids and these four need more attention than we can give them," I said.
"You call us any time you need us." Her tone turned serious. I smiled appreciatively, remembering why Yesmine and her husband were such dear friends in high school. Despite our differing backgrounds and temperaments, Leah, Yesmine, Geoff and I got along famously. Meeting again after all these years, it seemed like we had just parted, then picked up right where we left off.
Since she was holding my daughter, I resisted the urge to give Mimi a deep not-so-casual kiss and cop a quick feel, but we both knew that's what I wanted to do. I think she wanted it, too.
They had originally planned to stay only until Monday, but with school out, there was no reason they couldn't stay. Over lunch, the six kids practically begged us for a couple more days together, so we put on a good show of having second thoughts. Mimi said she could take a couple extra days off and the girls cleared their schedules until Wednesday.
After lunch, Geoff, Leah and I kept one eye on the kids and spent part of the afternoon catching up. Katie seemed withdrawn and quiet; I think the previous night had shaken her more than she cared to admit.
Our conversation wandered from politics to mortgages to websites to religion and on and on. The three of us all graduated in the top ten percent of our graduating class, but still behind Yesmine. I appreciated the time we had to catch up with an old friend.
About mid-afternoon, the younger kids crashed so we put them down for naps. Kaylee and Tiffany had settled on a more sedate activity and were pretty capable of watching themselves. Our voices low, the three of us turned our conversation to more adult matters. More specifically, Geoff wanted to know how much our video setup cost and how easy it was to use. I could see the gears turning in his head as he imagined the possibilities of using our equipment for his online venture.
Both Leah and I were relieved beyond words that he never asked if we wanted to appear on his website.
A little while later, Katie came downstairs. She wore a bright red sundress and it may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw the beginnings of a little bump on her otherwise flat tummy. She leaned over and gave Leah and peck on the cheek, then looked over at me with a mischievous grin. "You're wanted in the big bedroom."
There was a twinkle in both Geoff and Leah's eyes.
"Just don't wake the children!" Leah called as I went up the steps and the three of them giggled.
The door to the big bedroom was closed. I pressed on the handle and found it unlocked.
My cock began to harden at the sound of the soft moaning.
Yesmine was laying on her back, her head hanging over the side of the bed. Her eyes were hooded over with pleasure. In each hand, she was cupping one of her big, round breasts. I could see her nipples sticking out through the thin material of her t-shirt.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Her skirt was pushed up and her panties were in a wad on the floor.
Melinda's face was buried between Mimi's thighs. When I opened the door she glanced up just enough to wink at me.
The two had apparently been at it for some time. Mimi was hyperventilating. She bucked her hips against Melinda's face.
My wife's hands were cupped under our lover's ass. I could tell by the glazed look in Mimi's eyes that Melinda was doing the swirly thing with her tongue.
In the six or so steps it took me to cross the room to the bed, I unbuckled my belt. With the flick of a button and quick pull in the zipper, my cargo shorts fell to the floor along with my boxers.
Yesmine's mouth was open as she gasped for breath. Her body seemed to shudder from head to toe with every pass of Melinda's skilled oral ministrations. I only had to stroke my cock a couple of times before it stood at full mast.
Our bed is too high for the kids to just climb up into it, but it's just the right height for me. My cock was level with Mimi's mouth and as my wife worked her from one end, I pushed my head through her lips from the other.
At first, I just fed Yesmine the head of my cock, but as Melinda increased her tempo, I did the same. With each stroke, I pushed a little deeper into her mouth.
Mimi moaned as we continued our assault on her. In addition to her tongue, Melinda was using two fingers into the slit of our lover's pussy.
When she added a third, Yesmine's eyes got wide.
They teared up when I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth and down her throat.
Gasping for breath, Mimi fought the gag reflex gallantly, but when I withdrew, she couldn't help but cough. Smiling to myself, I pulled my cock so only the tip was touching her lips.
Then, without warning, I thrust back in. Melinda and I shared a wicked look. Mimi was taking it well, I'll give her that.
"Five seconds," I said, command creeping into my voice. Ever so slowly, I counted backwards. "Five... four... three... two... one."
I withdrew my cock and let Mimi catch her breath. Then I pushed even deeper into her mouth. It took several tries, but soon I was able to slide the entire length of my cock into her mouth and down her throat.
As she breathed through her nose, it tickled my balls.
Without a word, Melinda and I made Mimi the object of our game. My wife would try and bring her to orgasm with her tongue while I would try and make her gag with my cock.
I thought that I was at a disadvantage; after all, Melinda was using her tongue on Yesmine's clit, three fingers in her pussy and had mischievously slipped two more fingers in our lover's ass. All I had was my dick in her mouth.
To make up for it, I pushed Mimi's hands away and began to maul her breasts as I skull-fucked her.
Yesmine's nipples were rock hard and when I pinched them her entire body shuddered. Of course, that could have been due to Melinda's tongue flicking the nub of her clit back and forth.
Our lover lay on the bed and I felt her throat relax. Mimi gave herself over to both Melinda and I and just hung on.
I let up for a second, knowing that my wife wanted to bring Yesmine to orgasm. Pulling my cock out of the eager mouth below me, bent my knees slightly.
"Suck," I said and Mimi obediently took my balls in her mouth. I never let up on her tits, squeezing them like ripe melons. Rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her areolas crinkled up, and not because it was cold.
Melinda's head stopped bobbing and I knew she was going for broke. Standing, I lifted my balls out of Yesmine's mouth, lest she accidentally bite them in her excitement.
For a brief second, the room fell silent. Mimi gritted her teeth. I smiled and watched my wife work her magic. Melinda's mouth had fully enveloped Yesmine's swollen labia. Neither girl moved, but I knew my wife's tongue was a tornado in her mouth.
Just as Mimi's body tensed, I raised my hand up then struck her breasts with my open palm.
The timing was perfect.
An ear-splitting scream echoed off the walls as Melinda raped Mimi's pussy and ass with her fingers. All the while, her tongue flicked against our lover's engorged clit.
"I'm cumming!" Mimi desperately gasped for air. Neither Melinda nor I let up.
Between the two of us, I think Yesmine was near sensory overload. Her arms flailed around as she vainly sought out something to hold on to. Melinda was still working Mimi over with her fingers and her tongue; I kneaded her breasts, alternating between soft and gentle and hard and fast.
A stream of obscenities spewed forth from Mimi's mouth. Her eyes glazed over. Her entire body shook as the orgasm enveloped her.
"Oh, god!" she moaned. "Fuck!... fuck... fuckfuckfuck... I'm still... still cumming... don't... stop... please don't... .fucking... stop!"
Melinda was too happy to oblige our lover.
I never let go of her tits. Those glorious breasts that I had fantasised about since... well, since that day in about seventh grade when I first noticed breasts. They were the object of much of my "alone time" until my freshman year of college when I met Melinda.
And now... after all these years... I had the four most wonderful breasts in the world in my bedroom. Naked.
Summoning all the willpower I possessed, I resisted the urge to stroke my cock. I was only about ten seconds from blowing cum all over Yesmine Williamson's tits, but I had other plans.
As Melinda slowly let Mimi down, I stepped back long enough to shed my shirt. Mimi lay limp on the bed, her eyes rolled back in her head.
Satisfied with her work, Melinda sat back on her knees. I noticed that she was wearing a loose blouse that was unbuttoned. Her big round breasts spilled out of the bra. Like the other girls, Melinda had been instructed to spend the weekend wearing skirts; hers was hiked up and I could see her fingers absently stroking the bare pussy beneath.
I smiled wickedly.
Walking around to the other side of the bed, I pushed Melinda on top of our lover, who was just barely conscious. She purred with delight as I rubbed the head of my cock into the slit of her labia.
Melinda leaned in and kissed our lover. Whispering in the other girl's ear, she pressed her body against Mimi's, as if she was going to mount her.
It took a great effort, but Yesmine threw her arms around Melinda and the two women embraced, their bodies melting together.
I don't think I have to tell you this, but there is nothing more erotic than watching two beautiful women kiss. Maybe I'm biased. Maybe I'm just a chauvinistic guy who watches too much porn. But I challenge you to find something that gets *anyone's* blood pumping more than watching pretty girls making out.
Melinda's ass stuck up in the air. I smacked it playfully. "Roll over."
As one, the two girls turned to the side so Melinda was laying on her back and Yesmine's perfect rear end was facing me. I got on my knees behind her.
The two of us moaned as I entered Yesmine's tight little snatch. Like my wives, her pussy was especially tight after having an orgasm and I was in the right place at the right time.
Grasping her wide hips, I pushed her away as I pulled out and pulled her to me as I thrust in. Melinda and Mimi continued to kiss, their tongues intertwined.
"That feels so good!" Yesmine gasped and I couldn't tell if it was because of what I was doing or if it was Melinda's hand that had found its way between our lover's legs.
I felt my wife's fingertips brush the underside of my cock as she rubbed Mimi's clit.
Yesmine had collapsed on top of Melinda. Her arms and legs would not support her weight. She convulsed as we made a sandwich out of her. My cock was buried in her pussy while her breasts pressed against Melinda's soft, round orbs.
With each stroke, I pulled back so only the tip was still inside her, then I thrust forward. Each time a little harder. Each time a little faster. Each time bringing us a little closer to orgasm.
"Do you like that?" Melinda said softly. "Do you like that feeling that cock in your pussy?"
"Yes!" the other woman moaned. "I love it!"
"Do you like getting fucked from behind?"
"Yes!"
"Do you like getting fucked doggy-style?"
"Yes!" Yesmine sobbed as I pounded away at her.
I reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. Mimi's moans turned to screams.
"Do you like being my bitch?"
All she could do was grunt incoherently.
"Do you like being my bitch?" I repeated, my voice a little louder this time. My strokes a little deeper.
"Yes!" she shrieked. "I'm your bitch! I'm your whore... just don't... don't stop fucking me!"
Every time I thrust forward, I pulled a little harder on her glorious mane. This left her throat exposed, her mouth hanging open and she struggled for breath.
Melinda's lips latched on to the soft underside of Mimi's neck. Her teeth raked the sensitive sides from behind Yesmine's ear down to her collarbone.
Mimi's entire body began to shake as she approached another orgasm. Or maybe it was a continuation of the one she had before.
The two of us hammered her relentlessly. Me in her pussy. Melinda stroking her clit and cupping her pendulous breasts.
As I felt Mimi's pussy flood with warmth, I tried to stave off my own orgasm. Melinda's arms were wrapped around our lover. She bit softly on Yesmine's ear. Our eyes met and we exchanged a knowing smile.
Just as I was about to cum, Melinda pinched one of Mimi's erect nipples with one hand, while slapping her clit with the other. Combined with my cock buried deep inside her, Yesmine went over the edge.
She took one deep breath and then let loose with a primal, glorious scream.
I pressed as deep inside her as I could go. I felt the walls of Mimi's pussy pulsing around me and I desperately tried to keep from shooting my wad inside her.
My hands grasped Yesmine's round buttocks. I leaned forward and sucked on the back of her neck as she rode out the cum.
Panting for breath, Mimi fell limp in Melinda's arms. My cock was still hard, although I wasn't going to last much longer. I brushed the hair out of her face and noticed that Yesmine's eyes had rolled back into her head.
As gently as I could, I withdrew my cock from the warm confines of Mimi's pussy then rolled her to the side.
Melinda lay on the bed, her legs splayed open. Her blouse hung loosely to the sides. There was a hungry look in my wife's eyes.
"Save some for me, mister?"
"You bet," I leaned forward and kissed my wife. Her hands worked between us and popped the front-mounted clasp on her bra.
Finally free, those big luscious tits mashed against my chest and our bodies pressed together. My cock slipped easily into my wife and we both let out a satisfied groan.
I looked over to check on Mimi. Her eyes were closed. She had a slight smile, but was otherwise passed out. I turned my attention back to Melinda.
"Is her pussy better than mine?" Melinda asked as I sank all the way into her.
"No," I replied to the obviously loaded question. But I wasn't lying. "No one's is."
"Is Mimi better in bed than me?"
"Sweetheart," I buried myself as deep as I could go; Melinda arched her back so her breasts pressed forward while pulling me towards her. "No one is better in bed than you."
She purred in my ear as I began to grind my hips against her. She whispered in my ear. "You remember that."
"Do you want to make love?" I bit her just behind her jawbone. She squealed with delight. "Or do you want to fuck?"
"I want you to fuck me like you fucked her," Melinda growled.
"I'm gonna fuck you six ways from Sunday," I pulled back so only the very tip of my cock was still inside her. Then I thrust in as hard as I could. My wife cried out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders
Without preamble I began to pound Melinda mercilessly. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go. I hooked her knees inside my elbows.
Her pussy made that squishy sound as I pistoned in and out of her. All the while I thanked the inventor of the Tempurpedic mattress because as I fucked my wife's brains out, our companion in the bed lay undisturbed only a couple of feet away. If we were still in our waterbed from college, Melinda and I would have either made Mimi seasick, or she would have been washed over the side!
I felt Melinda's teeth dig into my collarbone to keep from screaming loud enough to wake the children. Her breasts shook with every stroke. Our hips slapped together.
As I drilled her over and over, I pulled back enough to look into my wife's gorgeous face. Though both of us had just had our lover, in that moment, we only had eyes for each other.
After all these years. After sharing one another with our two other wives. Two children. Moving three states away. Two adopted children. And now taking another couple as lovers.
She was still the most beautiful woman in the world. At least to me.
You'd think that after the thousands of times we had made love, things might have become a little stale. But no, every time was like the first. *Every* time.
And I was more in love with her than the day we met.
I gave her one deep push and held my cock inside her. Melinda pulled me close, knowing I would cum if she so much as twitched. "If you keep fucking me like that, you're going to poke your baby's eye out!"
We both giggled. She let out a disappointed sigh when I withdrew my cock from between her legs.
"Get on your knees," I said.
"Do what?" there was a sly wink in her voice.
"Get on your knees, *bitch*!" I smacked her across the chest, drawing a satisfied moan from my wife.
With one fluid motion, I entered her from behind. She braced herself against the headboard with one hand and was furiously rubbing her clit with the other.
There was no way I was going to last very long. From the way she cried out as I sank into her, Melinda wasn't either.
I leaned forward, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her ass. Her breasts were mashed flat against the bed. Good thing, too; the way I was going, if they were hanging loose, they would have slapped her in the face!
Without mercy, I began to fuck my wife. She met each thrust resolutely. Her ass absorbed every blow as my cock pounded her tight little pussy.
"Fuck... fuck... fuckfuckfuck!" she chanted, her words barely audible through the pillow.
Both of us were covered in sweat. My cock was
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tumescent. Mere minutes before I had been inside the hottest girl in my high school.
Now I was filling one of the three people on God's green Earth I loved more than anyone, save my children.
The room began to spin. Melinda was babbling incoherently, begging me not to stop. Begging me to fuck her harder.
Oh, was I happy to oblige her!
My toes began to tingle. My eyes fixated on the four-leaf clover on the back of Melinda's neck. The symbol of our love and our commitment.
I felt Melinda's pussy spasm around me. She filled with warmth. Her legs gave out and we collapsed on to the bed.
It's a good thing the four of us believe God has a tremendous sense of humour, because if Jesus had shown up like Melinda apparently wanted him to, He probably would have been very annoyed at her for calling his name so much.
Still I hammered away at Melinda's pussy. I was in the zone. Her legs were spread wide. I could hear each slap of my cock against her backside. I never wanted that feeling to end.
What pushed me over the edge was the unexpected feeling of something entering my ass. It was warm and slick. Mimi's finger nudged my prostate in just the right way to make me see stars. I howled, "Fucking shit!"
Then the orgasm consumed me.
I fell on top of Melinda's limp body. It seemed to go on and on and on.
My last conscious action was to kiss the back of Melinda's neck as my cock poured out its contents into the womb that was already carrying my child.
"I love you," I whispered to my wife just before I blacked out.
It was probably only a few seconds later when the world came back into focus.
"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen," Yesmine said dreamily.
Neither Melinda nor I could move, although we both had regained consciousness. Mimi's cool touch rolled me to the side. My wife fell into my arms.
Through eyes that were glazed over with post-coital bliss, I watched Yesmine stumble out of the bed towards the bathroom. The water ran for a few seconds, then she came back out, drying her hands in a towel.
Yesmine climbed into bed with us, her back to Melinda. The three of us spooned up together for the rest of the afternoon, just letting the day pass by, wanting nothing.
"So what's for dinner?" I yawned lazily.
"Probably pizza," Katie replied absently. I was still in bed. Melinda and Yesmine had gotten up a little while before to take a shower, and Red wanted some cuddle time.
"I'll tell you what," I started. "Melinda, Mimi and I will take the kids out for dinner and you, Leah and Geoff can have some 'alone time'."
My wife perked right up at my suggestion. I could tell she wanted another go at her new male slave and I knew Leah was always up for some sub time with our redheaded wife.
"You'll be back in time to finish up with Mimi, though?" Katie asked.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I nuzzled up to her neck, drawing a delighted squeal. We talked for a few more minutes, about logistics and stuff, then called the other adults in the house to get the schedule straight.
Half an hour later, Katie and I were showered and clean, then those of us who were going out loaded up all six kids in the Suburban (what I would give for Honda to make a van that seats 9!). We waved good-bye to Katie, Leah and Geoff then took the kids out for an evening of ski-ball, pizza and fun.
I was driving and Mimi was in the passenger's seat. Melinda was in the third row along with Gabi and Gwen. The other kids were strapped in to their seats for the ten minute ride.
There's a place near our house where the kids love to go called Asheville's Fun Depot. Think of Chuck E. Cheese on crack. In addition to video games and ski-ball, they've got bumper cars, go-karts, miniature golf, laser tag, batting cages, a "soft play" area, mini-bowling, and just about anything else that makes noise. The kids all love to go there because they accumulate a mountain of tickets on the rides and games to "buy" cheap and chincy trinkets.
We (the adults) like to go there because the kids are entertained for an evening and all we have to do is take a periodic head count. Sure they're taking our money, but that's the price of entertainment, right? Plus, amidst all of the noise and clatter, our children are saints compared to some of the other kids who show up and inevitably throw a hissy fit when their folks run out of money or they crash from their sugar high. It makes us feel better to see that other people out there are worse parents than we are.
Another plus to taking the kids there is that after an evening of fun, the kids all crash and everyone gets a good night's sleep. And with the six of us wanting to get some more of our own "play time" in before Mimi and Geoff left, having the kids in bed early is the object of every activity we planned.
When we were about half way there, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a remote control. I pressed a button and Mimi let out a sharp gasp. I smiled inwardly and continued talking as if everything were normal.
Before we left, Katie informed me that she had instructed Yesmine to wear a device we call "the threeway." It's harness that has three vibrators built into it: one that goes in the pussy, one in the ass and a little nub that fits against the clitoris. The girls all pass it around and usually the person wearing it is doing so as some sort of punishment. Or it's her birthday and taking the Sybian with us out to dinner seems rather tacky.
There's a remote control with a series of buttons on it that activates some combination of the vibrators at varying degrees of intensity. Melinda says the trick is to change up which vibrators are on and at what level with regular frequency. She made Katie sit through one of the *Lord of the Rings* movies while wearing it. I thought Katie was going to soak the seat at the theater, and when we got back to the car, my redheaded wife nearly mauled my blonde wife (in the good way).
Now it was Mimi's turn.
As soon as we walked through the door, I turned the vibrators off. I figured that she was going to have enough stimulation with a small vibe in front and in back to start the evening. Plus, we had to get the kids situated first.
"Hey, honey," I said to Melinda. "Your boyfriend's here."
My wife smiled warmly. Yesmine's eyebrow shot up. Melinda winked.
Our kids knew the drill and Mimi's picked up quickly. Over the past several months, the girls and I scouted out the best place to sit that gave us a clear vantage of the whole place, and on a Sunday night, business was down, so our usual picnic-style table was open. I headed for the food, Melinda went for tokens and Mimi made sure no one disappeared. After placing our order for pizza, I returned with a couple of pitchers of Sprite and some cups.
Melinda got play cards for all the kids that would give them unlimited time in the indoor play area, golf and the arcade. She also had a handful of tokens we would ration out all night to the kids to play the ticket games.
Then we turned the kids loose with instructions to come back when they saw our food arrive. The three of us sat down, Mimi and I on one side, Melinda across from us. All night, we each counted heads periodically. All six of them headed for the "soft play" area that was just the right speed for three and five year olds. None of them were old enough to ride the go-karts or play the miniature golf, nor were they really any good a ski-ball or Whac-A-Mole.
But they could climb a padded jungle gym or dive into a pool of soft rubber balls.
"I wonder what the others are doing," Mimi mused.
"I'd say Katie is fucking their brains out," Melinda said softly.
"Speaking of that," I reached into my pocket and flipped all three switches to high for about ten seconds.
I thought we were going to have to peel Mimi off the ceiling.
"Go to the rest room and take your bra off," I said once I turned everything off.
"What?" It took Yesmine a second to un-cross her eyes.
"You heard me," the command tone crept into my voice. "Go take your bra off."
"Not here... You can't make—"
With one swift motion, I reached over and pulled on Mimi's thick mane of dark hair. Her jaw fell open, her throat exposed. There was fear in her eyes. Excitement, too.
"I said, 'Go take your bra off.' I won't ask again."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. Her legs shaking, she headed towards the women's room. Melinda and I shared a conspiratorial grin.
A few minutes later, Mimi returned to the table.
"Show me," I said softly. She tipped her purse to the side, revealing her neatly folded bra within. I motioned to the bench next to me and Mimi obediently sat down. She smiled demurely when I patted her gently on the backside. "Very good, my dear."
I was about to toy with Mimi's toy, when the pizza arrived. Melinda immediately put on her most charming smile.
"Hello, Daniel," she greeted the boy who held a large pizza tray in each hand. He set them on the table. Another kid handed him a stack of plates and some napkins.
"Hi, Prof—... er, Melinda," he stammered. It's taken a while, but we've finally broken him of calling the girls "Mrs." or "Ms.", although Melinda says he still refers to her as "Doctor" or "Professor" at school.
"Are you ready for graduation?"
"Um, I guess." When I talk to him, he is friendly and engaging. Smart, too. But when around my girls, he becomes a tongue-tied little kid who's in puppy love with my buxom wife.
"Have you decided what you're going to do next year?" Melinda asked. While she seemed to be carrying on a normal conversation, she was toying with this kid... a child really. She leaned forward ever so slightly. Just enough to let him look down the first three open buttons of her blouse.
Since Kaylee was about three, we'd been coming here on a fairly regular basis. Many of the staff knew us by name, and they all dote on our kids. We tip well and often find a few "extra" tokens or cookies slipped in here or there.
Daniel was about to graduate from one of the local high schools. He'd been working at the Fun Depot since he was sixteen. Melinda had him in a dual-enrollment freshmen literature and language class where he earned high school and college credits. He was immediately smitten and is quick to cater to her every whim.
We have gotten to know him reasonably well. He's bright and hard-working. In many ways, he reminds me of Katie's former boyfriend, Carl. Tall and lanky, his movements are awkward, as if he's still trying to grow into his body. In a couple of years, he'll fill out nicely.
"I haven't decided," he replied with a frustrated frown. From past conversations, we knew he had been accepted at Guilford, UNC Asheville and Wake Forest. His first choice was Wake, but I don't know that he can afford it. "I'm still trying to see who's going to put together the best financial aid package."
It seemed to me that a part of him would be more than happy to stay at home, not rack up mountains of debt going to a public university and take all of Melinda's literature classes.
"Who's your friend?" Mimi asked, catching on quickly. She stuck her chest out, trying to pry the boy's eyes away from my wife. Just for good measure, I turned on two of the vibrators and her nipples popped up, seemingly ready to burst through the thin material of her blouse.
"Oh, how rude of me," Melinda said with a smirk. "Mimi, this is Daniel. He's one of our regular servers here. He was also in my freshman LANG-120 class. Daniel, this is our friend, Yesmine. See the dark haired girl playing with Kaylee? That's Mimi's daughter Tiffany and the boy over with Bryan and the twins is Jeremy."
"It's nice to meet you." It took him a second to form the words. I could see the gears turning in his head, wondering who she was and what she was doing with us. That Melinda, Leah, Katie and I are a foursome is an open secret among people who know us, Daniel included. Like everyone else who meets Mimi, Daniel was enraptured by her beauty, but deep down, he only had eyes for Melinda. If he weren't so nice, I'd have throttled him for looking at my lovely bride the way he does sometimes.
Of course, Melinda only eggs him on. While his name tag reads "Danny" and that's what everyone else calls him, she insists on using his formal name. She says it makes him seem more grown up. I just tell her that she's got to let him down easy, because I'm not letting any of the girls go... at least not for a gawky, teenage kid with stringy hair and bad skin.
He started to say something else, but the six kids saw the pizza and abandoned the play area for the food. Kaylee ran up to Daniel and gave him a big hug. He picked her up and spun her around once, then set her gently down next to Melinda. "If you need anything else, just let me know."
"We will, Daniel," Melinda winked, knowing it would only get his heart racing. "Thanks again."
The three of us set about ensuring that all the kids got enough pizza and Sprite before getting some food ourselves. The food isn't great, but nor is it awful. Plus, it's reasonably priced and the kids love it.
Between the nine of us, the pizza disappeared quickly. Then the kids went back to the games and fun area.
"What's the deal with your friend?" Mimi asked with a smile.
"It was love at first sight," I said before Melinda could respond.
My wife snorted, although she blushed a little bit, too.
"You've got quite the cougar there, tiger," Yesmine said to me.
"She just likes the attention," I winked. "As if she doesn't already have three people in love with her already."
"He keeps looking over at you," Mimi teased.
"I think he's looking at you," Melinda retorted.
"Let's find out... Yesmine, I think you need to go over and chat with Daniel for a while." I flipped the vibe on Mimi's clit to medium and the one in her ass to low. She let out a desperate moan. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a twenty. "Go get some dessert for us. We'll get the kids something later."
The look she shot me was a mix of desire and frustration. I smiled innocently.
"Damn, that girl is *hawt*," Melinda breathed as we watched our friend saunter away. That much was true.
Even without the little bit of extra sway in her hips she put in just for us, Yesmine Meadows is probably one of the ten hottest people I can think of off the top of my head, and that list includes Megan Fox, Tricia Helfer and Jessica Alba. Even though she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts sat up high and perky on her chest; after her mastoplexy, Melinda's did, too, but not like Mimi's.
Daniel's eyes got wide as Yesmine began a conversation with him. His eyes were glued to her chest and I could only imagine him feeling guilty for "cheating" on Melinda as he visually undressed the dark-haired goddess we sent over to him. Of course, when she was sitting next to us, neither Melinda nor I could keep our eyes off her chest, either.
"So why didn't you two ever go out?" Melinda asked out of the blue.
"We did go out," I replied. "Well, once or twice."
"So what happened?"
"Yesmine is way out of my league," I snorted.
"She's way out of Geoff's league," my wife pointed out, and she's right. "And they've been together for sixteen years."
I paused for a second. "We were always just friends. There wasn't even the undercurrent of sexual tension like there was between Leah and I."
"You mean you didn't want to bone her?"
"Hell, yes, I wanted to bone her!" I had to keep my voice down to avoid the people two tables over from eavesdropping on our conversation. "Everyone in our school wanted a roll in the sack with her. That includes the other girls and the teachers, too. But I never wanted to go out with her. Not seriously anyway."
"Why not?" As I said before, Melinda has a bit of insecurity about her. Never mind that she has a PhD, is well-regarded in the academic community and is a fairly successful author of trashy romance novels (under a pseudonym, of course). Not to mention the fact that she has three spouses who love her more than life itself and four (soon to be eight) children who absolutely adore her. Except for my daughters, I think Melinda is the most beautiful woman in the world, and that includes my other two wives (just don't tell them I said that).
I took a minute to formulate my response. "We're not on the same page. Leah and I have been best friends from the day we met. Leah and Katie are soulmates. You and I... we were meant to be together. No matter what else had gone on in our lives, I am convinced that even without that trip to Disney World, we would have been together forever. It may have taken me a couple more years to get my head out of my butt, but we would be married and have kids and grow old together."
Reaching across the table, I took her hand.
"That's Mimi and Geoff," I said softly. "Mimi and I were friendly, but there was no... no spark. Not beyond physical attraction... and mostly it was me being attracted to her, not the other way around. I didn't go out of my way to stay in touch with her like I did with Leah. I didn't quit a job to be with her like I did for you. Even Katie and I had more of a latent attraction when we were just lab partners than I ever had with Mimi. We always got along and were best buds, but as soon as we got to graduation, I never expected to see her again."
"So you just wanted to stick your dick in her?" Melinda asked with that wicked smile that makes my pulse race.
"I'm breathing, aren't I?"
"You're full of shit," she pinched me once for good measure.
"And yet you still married me," I tugged on her hand and we both leaned across the table for a quick kiss. "Twice."
"And I'd marry you a third time if you'd ask."
"As long as you promise never to leave me, I'll ask every day," I said gently.
"Oh, stop that!" We could hear Mimi's eyes rolling as she returned to the table. The funnel cake in her hands momentarily distracted me from the crinkled-up nipples that were plainly visible through her blouse. "You two should get a room."
"We have a room," Melinda retorted. "Later we just might tie you up in it."
Mimi's eyes smoldered. I knew she wanted to say something that would probably result in us getting kicked out of the place. Instead, she set the dessert down and the three of us resumed our vigil over the children.
I turned the vibrators off and we fell into an easy conversation. The kids stopped by for drinks, some more pizza and to beg for ice cream. We let them play for another hour, then packed everyone up to go home.
Daniel came out to see us one more time, under the flimsy pretense of busing the table. I can't say I blame him; if I were eighteen years old and had the opportunity to ogle two hot MILFs like Melinda and Yesmine, I'd do it, too. Hell, I'm thirty-two years old and I take every chance I get to ogle the four hot MILFs currently sleeping under my roof!
By the time we got back, it was after bedtime. The little ones were either asleep or nodding off in the car. Kaylee and Tiffany trudged upstairs and changed for bed. Leah, Geoff and Katie were waiting for us. All three were clothed, but Geoff appeared to be walking a little funny; I didn't ask, but Katie winked mischievously.
We got everyone in their pajamas and tucked in before the six of us settled in for some "adult" time. Geoff and Mimi had a short conversation, and then they disappeared into the big bedroom with Leah and Katie. Melinda flashed me her tits and evaded my attempts to grope her.
Then she sent me downstairs to get ready.
I sat in front of the panel of video monitors watching my children sleeping. Kaylee, Tiffany, Bryan and Jeremy were zonked out and in dreamland. With a worried expression on my face, I watched Gabi toss and turn. The volume was off on the monitors, but I could tell she was whimpering and crying.
After a few minutes, Gwen woke herself and climbed into bed with her sister. The pair held one another as I sat there feeling helpless. Soon both were breathing rhythmically, each clutching the other in their little arms. It was all I could do to resist going upstairs, but I knew nothing I did would make a difference.
A soft knock at the door brought me out of my reverie. I turned the video monitors off, knowing that one of the other girls upstairs would have an ear out on the kids.
"Enter," I called, my voice hard.
Meekly, Yesmine crawled into the room. I knew the hardwood floors weren't very good for bare knees, but that was part of the point.
She wore a black leather cupless corset, thigh-highs and stiletto heels. She clutched something in her teeth and a plug protruded from her shapely backside. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight braid.
Katie followed her, striking our slave for moving too slowly. She, too, wore a leather corset, only hers had red accents.
Her head bowed, Yesmine stopped at my feet. She didn't move, even though Mistress Katya struck her several times just for good measure.
"You have something for me," I said. It wasn't really a question.
Mimi's head bobbed as she lay the collar at my feet.
I squatted down so I was almost eye with her.
"Look at me," I lifted her chin because she reflexively cast her eyes down. I waited until I was staring into those big, brown orbs. "Do you understand what this means?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
"Do you?" I looked up at my wife who was standing behind our slave.
"Yes, Master," Katie said. There was f
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ear and excitement in both their voices.
I reached down and picked the collar up off the floor. It was leather with a silver buckle on the back. Three interlocking rings hung from the front. Our slave lifted her head and exposed her throat.
It took a little bit of effort to secure the strap around her neck (it was new leather, give me a break!), but soon it was securely fastened.
"I have something for you, too, my dear," I said gently. Katya and I exchanged a quick glance. "A name."
Mimi beamed expectantly. After the previous night, when all we had done was beat her, she had a whole day to reflect on what we had done. I think part of her was ready; after all, she kind of knew what to expect because she had been the playing the Domme part in her relationship with Geoff.
Still, it's one thing to know and the other thing to go through it. Our ferocity had thrown her for a loop, which was probably why she broke down crying after only a few hours. Yet, she knew what she had to do, and now was the time for her reward.
"Your Mistress and I have been talking about this, and we have decided to name you Amira," I said, caressing her cheek.
"Princess," our slave whispered. Her smiled turned to a surprised yelp as Katya smacked her for speaking without permission. Her eyes were immediately downcast. "My apologies, Master."
I stood, pointedly not accepting her contrition. "Undress me."
The first thing our slave did was lean over and kiss my bare feet. Without implicit instructions, I could tell she was having a hard time deciding what to do next. Of course, that was not a coincidence.
Raising up on her knees, Amira reached for my belt. Opening the buckle, she pressed her face against my crotch. My cock began to stiffen. Taking the zipper between her teeth, she lowered her head. My shorts fell to the floor.
Her legs weak, our slave slowly stood. She lifted my t-shirt over my shoulders. All the while, her lips planted soft kisses all over my body. Soon I was naked. Mimi was behind me, pressing her glorious breasts into my back.
She raked my shoulders with her teeth. I looked over at Katya, who had a flash of jealousy in her eyes; I couldn't tell if it was aimed more at me or Amira.
Our slave's hands ran down my back and wrapped around my waist. I grasped her wrists and twisted, just enough that Amira sank down to her knees. Keeping my expression carefully neutral, I looked into her eyes.
"You are a good slave," I said. "Yet tonight you disappointed me."
Her eyes got wide when she realised what I was talking about.
"What is the punishment for disobedience?" I asked Mistress Katya.
"Ten lashes," she replied automatically.
"That means twenty for you," I started.
"No, Master," our slave began to beg. "Please... I didn't know—"
"Do not speak out of turn!" Mistress Katya, reached down and pulled on Amira's long, dark hair. Her throat bared and vulnerable, our slave fell silent, but her eyes began to tear up.
The girls have never actually beaten or whipped me; that was part of the attraction of this weekend with Geoff for them. I think the anticipation is often worse than the actual punishment. Our usual instrument is a quarter-inch wooden dowel rod. You can buy them at Lowe's or Home Depot, or even at an arts & crafts store. It's like a switch that many of us remember our parents using on us as children.
I like them because they cause a nice little sting, but won't break the skin and they snap with very little exertion, so there's no possibility of causing an actual injury. I know this sounds kind of cliché and clinical, but in everything we do, safety is our primary concern and I would do nothing that would truly hurt any of my wives. Sure, I sometimes push them to the limit of what they can endure, but breaking a bone or twisting a joint is neither fun nor exciting; it's abuse.
Sensing Amira's apprehension, Mistress Katya smiled and led her to a metal rod that hung from the ceiling. There were cuffs on the floor and on the bar, which we could also raise or lower depending on who was attached to it.
With practised efficiency, Katya strung our slave up. She stood there on her tip-toes, her arms and legs spread wide. The cuffs supported her weight, although they would cause her shoulders to be sore in the morning. That was okay, though; we had other plans that would also cause her to be sore, too.
"Count," Mistress Katya's voice was firm. She raised the three-foot stick and struck Amira across the backside.
"One," she groaned.
*Smack!*
"Two."
With each strike, Amira's voice became a little more strained. With each strike, a fresh tear fell from the corner of her eyes. With each strike, she became ours.
Our slave's rear end was criss-crossed with red lines by the time she got to twenty. Her legs were quivering and shaking from hanging there so long.
Amira fell to her knees and sobbed when I released the cuffs around her wrists. Mistress Katya reached under her chin and firmly lifted so the two were looking eye to eye.
"Do not disobey your Master again, slave." The tone of her voice even sent a chill down my spine.
"I won't, Mistress," Amira whispered.
"Good." Katya tugged on our slave's hair then the two girls kissed, hard a first, but it soon became surprisingly gentle. Hypnotised by their sheer eroticism, I watched them, absently stroking my cock, which was standing at full mast.
"Thank you for disciplining me, Mistress Katya." I swear those are the sexiest words I think I have ever heard.
"Oh, we're not done yet, Amira." There was a hint of laughter, in my wife's voice, but also the promise of great things to come. "Wipe your tears away, we've just gotten started for tonight."
I leaned over and gave both girls a kiss. "I think Amira needs to practice."
"Practice what, Master?" Mistress Katya asked.
"Her new trick," I replied with a sly grin. "I'm sure she will please you."
"She had better," Katya's voice became firm. "Come, Amira."
My wife lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. Our slave instinctively crawled up between them, and she began to gently kiss her Mistress along the inside of her thighs.
Katya's eyes rolled back into her head as the two women began to make love. My eyes fixed on the round globes of Amira's near-perfect rear end.
"That's very good," my redheaded lover purred. "You do that very well!"
My cock hardened in my fist. There were so many things I wanted to do in that instant: Shove my cock down my wife's throat. Fuck our slave from behind. Eat both women out all night long.
Instead, I waited for the pair to share their intimate moment. Amira's head had a slight bob to it as she went down on her Mistress.
"Oh, yes!" Katya cried out. "Right there! Eat my fucking pussy, you little whore... Don't stop!"
Eager to please her Mistress, our slave doubled her efforts.
Mistress Katya was splayed out on the bed. Her hands cupped her tiny little breasts, their nipples sticking straight up. Her eyes opened to mere slits, their green pupils peeking out at me.
We smiled lovingly at one another. I was eager to put our slave and lover between us. I could tell Katya was, too, only she was enjoying being eaten out too much!
Her hand went to the back of her slave's head. She grasped a handful of that thick, black hair and thrust her pussy forward. Bucking her hips against Amira's mouth, she began to unleash a stream of snarling obscenities that were probably the sexiest things I have ever heard.
Soon enough, Amira was going for broke. She had pulled back, her lips no longer on her Mistress's pussy. Instead, she flicked the nub of Katya's clit rapidly with her tongue. All the while, she used two fingers to saw in and out of the soaking-wet pussy in front of her.
Unable to hold back any longer, my wife began to orgasm. She clawed at her lover's hair and writhed on the bed.
Finally, she threw her head back into the pillows and let the cum consume her. The room was filled with the sounds of Katya's shrieks and the sloppy lapping of Amira's tongue.
After only two days of being a "lesbian", it seemed that our new slave had picked up quickly. She seemed to instinctively let my wife down slowly. When it became apparent that her Mistress was close to passing out, Amira kissed her way up to Katya's lips and both women held one another close.
Not wanting them to get too comfortable, I waited just a moment then reached out and pulled on Amira's hair. She let out a shocked yelp, but didn't protest as I dragged her across the room to the "rape stand".
My cock wasn't going to be denied much longer and after having witnessed my wife having her way with our slave, I was sure as hell going to get mine!
Among all of the other contraptions and devices in our basement, we have two stands. Each is designed to support the girls laying on their stomachs. There are supports for their knees and elbows. Basically, they allow me (or one of the others) do them from behind while it holds up their weight. One is well-padded and is one of the girls's favourite toys.
The other... well, not so much.
In fact, it was designed to be uncomfortable. Instead of a soft cushion, the top is metal. The supports have a little bit of padding, but not much. Sometimes we use metal cuffs. Other times, we use rope tie-downs or even bungee cords.
I led Amira to the stand and lay her down. The cold, hard steel deck made her nipples stand straight up. I saw goosebumps on her back and arms. Her backside was still red from the lashing.
From between her legs, her puffy labia peeked out. Amira was soaked.
Mistress Katya and I fastened leather cuffs around her wrists, then bound her to the stand. We did the same to her ankles.
"Do you think our bitch is ready?" I asked with a sly smile.
"I believe she is, Master," my wife replied, a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Then let's get fucking." I saddled up behind our bound slave. Of course the stand is just the right height for me.
With one swift stroke, I entered her all the way to the hilt. She cried out with pleasure. I let out a low moan.
My hands dug into the round globes of her magnificent rear end. As far as I'm concerned, the only ass in the world better than the one on Yesmine Meadows belongs to Katie.
There was no pretense, no real foreplay. I began to pound away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Katya fitting a red strapn harness around her waist.
Our slave gritted her teeth, trying not to cry out. After about twenty seconds of merciless pounding, I pushed forward and held my cock inside her. I looked across the room and looked at us in the mirror that spanned the opposite wall.
Amira's face was flush. She had bitten her lip to stifle a scream. The veins in her neck were visible and a thin sheen of sweat covered her brow. The metal on the choker around her neck glistened in the soft light.
"Are you ready to fuck our slave?" I asked.
"Not yet, Master," my accomplice said, a wicked smile on her face. Seeing what she held in her hands, I withdrew, my cock glistening with Amira's juices. My wife fitted the small vibrator against Amira's clit, then secured the straps around her waist and thighs. Her pussy was fully accessible from behind, and the vibe began to hum softly.
"Don't you dare cum without permission," Mistress Katya warned.
"I won't, Mistress." Our slave's voice was already strained. I entered her again and we both gasped.
After a few strokes, I glanced over my shoulder into the corner. Sure enough, the tell-tale red light on one of the cameras shone. I nodded and then winked over at Katya, who stuck her cock into our slave's mouth.
We did her from both ends, varying both the intensity and the speed of our thrusts. I could hear our slave alternate between choking and moaning from the pounding we gave her. She had stopped resisting; instead she took each blow like a trooper, fully surrendering her body to us.
It was all I could do to keep from cumming all over her. Every time Mistress Katya thrust forward into her mouth, Amira's entire body tensed and the muscles in her tight little sex clenched even tighter around my cock.
For several minutes, we kept this up until there was a soft knock on the door. Amira was so absorbed in the fucking we were giving her, she didn't hear it.
The second, louder knock brought a bewildered look to our slave's face as both of us withdrew from her.
There was one final act of submission Mistress Katya and I needed from our new slave.
"Come in," I called.
The door opened and Melinda and Leah led Geoff in to the room. Melinda held the leash in her hands. Both girls were wearing strapns that were covered in lube.
Geoff was crawling on his hands and knees. Both his and his wife's eyes got wide when they saw one another.
"Please, Master," Amira begged, even though she had not been given permission to speak. "Not in front of my slave. I'll do—"
Mistress Katya struck her across the backside with her dowel rod so hard I heard it crack. She simply tossed it into the corner and picked up another one. Our slave fell silent, although her eyes were rapidly filling with tears.
Even before the weekend started, the six of us had come up with some ground rules about what was fair game and what was off limits. Mimi had told us she wanted the full slave experience. I don't think she imagined that it would include us humiliating her in front of her own slave, and lacking any explicit rule prohibiting us from doing it, Katie and I decided to proceed.
Besides, everyone had a safe word and if Mimi didn't want to go on, all she had to say were the words, "Starfleet Command".
I half expected her to put an end to the fantasy right then and there, but she didn't.
Yes, there was dismay and embarrassment in her eyes. In all of their D/s play, I don't think Yesmine had ever allowed Geoff to be in a position of power, or see her as anything but the person in control.
Now... now, she was clearly not in control.
In their videos, Mimi adopts the character of "Crystal", a typical internet bimbo who just wants to fuck and suck until her guy shoots all over her. Yet that's just a character, and even in their online play, she's clearly in charge.
We had her tied down, beaten until her backside was almost blistered. We had fucked her hard, and we still weren't done. She was completely helpless and at our mercy.
Our plan was to blindside them both. Even though our six-way swap was pre-planned and consensual, this was not. In this little role-play, we were humiliating Mimi by raping her in front of her slave, and humiliating Geoff by cuckolding him.
When we let Melinda and Leah in on our little scheme, they seemed enthusiastic and we all hoped our two friends would like it, too.
The pained expression on Geoff's face was priceless. As was the underlying excitement that I could see in his eyes. Yesmine was equally turned on, although I know she didn't expect this particular twist.
"How do you like that?" I asked, entering her once more. Melinda had positioned Geoff so he was sitting back on his knees. Aside from his collar, he wore a ring around his cock and balls, but was otherwise naked. He had a clear view of his wife mounted to the rape stand. His hands were locked behind his neck and he didn't move.
"I love it, Master," Amira moaned.
"You what?"
"I love it, Master," she repeated.
"You what?" my voice rose just a little and I pounded her a little harder.
"I love it, Master!" she cried.
Releasing my grip on her ass, I raised my hand and struck her across the ass. "You what?"
"I... love... it... Master," she shouted between strokes, although she was unable to look her husband in the eyes.
Satisfied that she was not going to invoke the safe word, I motioned to Mistress Katya, who stepped forward and inserted a ring gag into Amira's mouth. Then she fastened the strap behind our slave's head.
"We're going to fuck you in front of your husband, you little whore," my redheaded wife promised, her voice both hard and excited at the same time.
Amira only grunted, unable to speak. Once I was confident she was secure, I once again began to pound my cock into our slave.
She let out a wail that was filled with exhilaration.
"That's it, you little cock-slut," Katya taunted. "Take that dick up your dirty fucking cunt... I'm gonna fuck your mouth, bitch..."
Our slave's moans turned to gags as we fell into an easy rhythm. Not to be left out, I felt Leah press her body against mine, her nipples poking into my back. Her lips brushed against the nape of my neck.
"It's my turn," she whispered and my skin began to crawl.
I pulled away and Leah stepped up to gang-bang our old high school friend. Before she mounted our bound slave, she turned to me and mouthed the words, "I love you."
Looking over at Geoff, I saw the agony and the ecstasy on his face.
My brunette wife began to slowly fuck Amira with her strapn, even as Mistress Katya was giving her the skull-fuck of her life. Melinda patiently waited her turn.
For a long time, I stood there in the middle of my basement watching my three beautiful wives fucking the shit out of one of my best friends from high school. They alternated between Amira's mouth and pussy. They never let up. They never stopped.
Our slave absorbed every blow. She moaned as she was penetrated from both ends, even as the vibrator nestled securely against her clit let out a high-pitched whine.
The ring gag in her mouth caused her to drool uncontrollably. All the while, her husband watched on mutely. His erect cock told me what he thought of the sight before him. And that he liked it.
"I think your slave wants to tell you something," Melinda said, grabbing a handful of Amira's hair and pulling as she rammed her hips forward with each stroke.
"Do you have something to say?" Mistress Katya pushed forward with her own cock, causing our slave to gag. The response was unintelligible.
"It sounds like she wants to cum," Melinda laughed.
"Oh, not yet," Katya looked over at me and winked.
I blew her a kiss back and motioned to Leah, who obediently knelt in front of me to take my cock in her mouth.
Mistress Katya withdrew from Amira's mouth. She and Melinda swapped places, pausing only long enough to grope one another and steal a loving kiss. Standing at Amira's head, Melinda unfastened two buckles and her strap on fell to the floor, exposing her gloriously bare pussy.
"Eat it, bitch," my wife commanded and Amira struggled to comply. Her tongue barely extended past the gag and Melinda did not move close enough for anything more than the tip to brush her skin. My wife smiled wickedly. "Your little cunt can't eat pussy worth shit."
"I'll fix that," Katya said quietly. Leah paused long enough to look over at our wife. Laughter danced in both our eyes.
Amira couldn't see her, but Mistress Katya slipped a condom over her strapn, then coated it with lube.
Her hands spread Amira's glorious ass cheeks, then she rubbed the tip of her cock into the crack of our slave's ass.
Tears fell along with spittle as Katya entered our slave's puckered little asshole. Amira's eyes rolled back into her head and in that instant, I could tell that she fully gave herself over to her Mistress.
It was as if every muscle in her body relaxed. She stopped resisting. At that moment, she became the submissive Mistress Katya and I demanded. I knew from then on, she would cater to my every whim and that her obedience would be instant and complete.
Looking over my shoulder, I could tell Geoff knew it, too.
With Melinda's pussy on one end, and Katie pounding on her ass at the other, Amira struggled against her bonds for a just a second. I think she wanted to reach up and grab Melinda's ass and pull her closer.
"Take the gag off," Katie commanded after several minutes of ass-fucking. Melinda reached down, tugged on the strap holding the gag in our slave's mouth, then let it fall to the floor.
Amira coughed a couple of times and flexed her jaw to make sure it still worked. She tried go back to eating Melinda's pussy, but clenched her teeth as Katya went to town on her ass. Our slave cried out, unable to contain her pent-up lust.
"M-m-mistress... may... I... please... cum?" she gasped.
"Not yet, my little whore," the redhead pushed her strapn deep into the bound woman's ass, then withdrew suddenly.
In one fluid motion, she slipped the condom off her cock, then walked around to Amira's head. Without pretense or giving our slave time to react, she stuck her cock into the open mouth.
At first, Amira resisted, but then she gagged and tried to spit out the head of Mistress Katya's cock, thinking that it had come straight from her ass. In response, her Mistress slapped her cheeks and thrust forward until it was buried deep in the slave's throat.
More tears ran down Amira's cheeks as she was humiliated in front of her own slave. The illusory ass-to-mouth only added insult to injury.
Even as this went on, Melinda had pulled her strapn harness back on and was fitting herself with the "double-penetrator" attachment. Geoff's eyes widened. Leah looked on enviously. I tried to decide where I wanted to stick my dick next.
Our slave was in for a long night.
And all six of us loved every minute of it.
*There's more to our story to come, so stick around for the next part. Thanks once again to my editor, michchick98!*
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Text: The Hubbell Research Group had been a frantic hive of activity for several weeks. Five years was a long time to be idle, and the staff was straining to handle the volume of leads that Barney was producing. But even with so much work to be done, nobody commented when Jack came in on Friday morning with his usual stack of tabloids.
"Hey Barney."
"Hey Jack."
"The Dog Boy got engaged to the Turtle Girl," he said, flipping through The Snoop.
"I'm certain that will be a fascinating wedding registry. Anything in the headlines jump out at you?"
"Nothing this week. How are the matrix thingies coming along?"
Barney didn't even bother to groan. He'd come to accept that he and Jack were simply different tools for performing different tasks. "The 'matrix thingies' are coming along pretty well. Good but not great. We've got lots of breadth, but very little depth."
Jack furrowed his brow. "I'm not big on the technical stuff, but isn't that exactly what the demographic correlation matrix is supposed to do?"
Barney smirked. While it was in his own best interests for people to understand exactly how brilliant he was, Jack was quite good at hiding the extent of his intelligence. It didn't seem that he was doing it deliberately. It came too naturally. There were only a few professions where such a skill was valuable. And formerly being of one of those professions, Barney knew better than to inquire. When Jack was ready, he would offer.
"Yes, but it seems you're one of the few who understands the nature of this tool. Even I can't tell you exactly what it's doing, except that it's doing what Hubbell told me it ought to." The calculations combined genealogy, birth locations, residence history, and even a bit of numerology and astrology. Barney's contributions had gone to tuning the weights of various factors to enhance accuracy. "But I can't tell you how valuable it's been to have the Roth case to back test against."
Dinah walked in carrying a manila envelope. "Jack, I've got a job for you."
He set down his tabloid. "Hit me."
"Here's the case file I just got from Unit One. They're trying to dig up more detailed information on this subject, but they're coming up blank."
Barney looked up, frowning. "Is there something wrong with data I provided?"
Jack grunted. "I'm sure your data's fine. I bet Walter's just got his head--" He caught Dinah's glare. "--buried in paperwork." Walter was the head of Unit One, and Barney's old supervisor. The circumstances of their parting ways had never been explained, and Jack had never asked. Jack opened the envelope and skimmed Molly Ashton's dossier.
"They want to get a tech close to her, but they need a lot more digging into her personal life," Dinah said.
Jack whistled as he got to the pictures. "I can imagine why a tech would want to get close. I'll fly out and see what I can do." All he needed was a disguise and a chance to strike up conversation. The best way to get information from people was to ask. You just had to know how to phrase the question. On Friday morning Jack had been in the office flipping through tabloids. On Monday afternoon he had a full report on Molly Ashton delivered to Unit One's office. Walter was reviewing the report with Jack over the phone. He was impressed by Jack's analysis, but he didn't care for the conclusion.
RECRUITMENT PROBABILITY: LOW
"We've got a lot more data on her, but the original determination still stands. Continue surveillance, get a technician on the ground and insert. Watch, learn and try to determine if she's actually Gifted."
"But you don't think she'd make a good agent?" Walter asked.
"She'd make an extraordinary agent. And it's the sort of work that would appeal to her. But she's not going to leave her life behind to work as a professional balloon."
"Thank you Jack. This is good work."
Walter leaned back in his chair and groaned. Another lead, another dead end. He'd barely survived Hubbell's house cleaning years ago; most of his colleagues had gotten the axe. Unit Three was almost entirely new staff, and they were doing an excellent job showing just how useless his years of experience were. "I bet Barney's sending me the crap leads, hoarding the good ones for the Unit Three hotshots," he grumbled. Barney had never cared for his methods. Hubbell had banned some of his more controversial tactics, but merely frowned on others. He wanted results, and Walter's ability to deliver those results was what had kept him around.
"You're not the only one with hotshots at your disposal." Walter had never gotten accustomed to taking no for an answer, so he turned to the report to find a way to change it into a yes. He'd only read the summary. The full report went on for many, many pages. Jack had managed to unearth a surprising number of intimate details about about Molly's life. He even managed to get a good deal of information about her boyfriend, right down to the medication he was taking. This piqued Walter's interest, since Molly Ashton was married. Jack hadn't mentioned the affair in his report summary. There was no reason to, it was irrelevant to the conclusions. But it was of great interest to Walter.
"There, that's what I need." He worked through the night combing over every detail and formulating a plan. In the morning, he met with Samuel.
Samuel walked in. "You called, sir?"
"Sam, I want to bring you in on the Ashton case."
Sam was confused. "I thought Richard was still doing recon on that one. He's scheduled to go on site in a few weeks." Sam was a high-end technician. He used to be a covert agent for the CIA, but his ethics were a bit too flexible even for them. There were always better uses for his time than doing basic surveillance work, and Walter had come up with just such a use.
"He is." Walter handed him the Ashton report along with his own notes. "Which means you have a few weeks to make this happen. And make sure that it never happened. Regardless of whether you succeed, neither Richard nor anyone else can ever know you were there."
"Got it, boss." Samuel took the folder and left. Ms. Ashton walked through the classroom handing out stapled packets of paper. "Alright everyone, here are the instructions for today's lab. You should have all of the required equipment at your stations, you'll find the chemicals set out on the table in the back. Please observe standard precautions, and let's not dally. While you're doing that, I'll be prepping a very special surprise demonstration. It's quite spectacular and more than a little dangerous. There is a small risk of an explosion occurring, so I'll have to ask you all to keep a safe distance. But believe me, you won't have any trouble seeing this reaction from your work benches." She smiled as her students murmured excitedly. She was fond of dazzling her students with loud bangs and bursts of flame. Other teachers frowned upon her methods, but she'd been remarkably good at keeping students engaged.
Of course, Molly Ashton's teaching style wasn't the only thing that drew disapproving glares, nor was it the only thing that kept the students engaged. The beautiful blonde had drawn her fair share of longing gazes from students and faculty alike. She'd been told on numerous occasions to tone down her wardrobe, and she'd complied up to a point. Her sharply tailored blouses and skirts didn't show off her voluptuous figure, but did little to hide her curves either.
She paused at one of the lab stations. "Here you go, Donald," she chirped. "We covered this reaction last session, just remember our lessons and you should be fine." Donald was a remarkably bright boy, but for some reason he had trouble grasping chemistry. Ms. Ashton had been tutoring him after school to help him along, and he'd made a great deal of progress.
"Thanks, Ms. Ashton," he said meekly. He was small, quiet, and still quite shy around her in spite of, or perhaps even because of, the one on one time they'd spent together. She gave him a warm smile, and he quickly looked away.
Donald's friend Lori nudged him as Ms. Ashton moved on. "I think she likes you, Donald."
"Stop it," Donald replied, blushing. Like every other boy in the class, he dreamed of getting something more than academic attention from Ms. Ashton, but would never admit it aloud.
Lori was teasing him, but deep down was pleased by the thought; she loved Ms. Ashton. Lori was a rather plain redhead and would have been entirely unremarkable had puberty not hit with a vengeance her freshman year. Now as a senior she was often the target of jokes and abuse because of her unusually large bust, surpassing even Ms. Ashton in size.
Ms. Ashton had apparently had similar experiences when she was in high school, so the two had bonded instantly. Lori was also one of the students that she'd chosen for mentoring. Lori didn't really need help with chemistry as she was quite brilliant. But Ms. Ashton had helped her in so many other ways. She'd inspired Lori to be more confident. Once she'd taught Lori to embrace and treasure her endowments, be they mental or physical, Lori was better able to make use of her talents and excel in the classroom. Lori idolized her, and dreamed of one day being able to wield the kind of power that Ms. Ashton had over most of the males she met.
Samuel glanced down at his watch has he loaded a pair of tanks onto the dolly. Timing was crucial, so he had to keep his cool. Luckily, cool was Samuel's specialty. He attached a hose to one of the tanks and coiled it around the valve. He took a deep breath and pushed the dolly into the main school building, towards Chemistry Lab #2. There was a problem, but it was a minor one. Ms. Ashton could have easily made it go away by just signing on the dotted line, but she'd been having a rough week and was having far too much fun flirting with the delivery man. He was several years younger than herself, and had that clean-cut, fresh-faced look that she loved so. And he was one of the few people she'd ever seen who actually looked good in those silly shorts.
"Listen, um," she glanced at his name tag, "Malcolm. I ordered carbon dioxide for today's lesson, and it should have arrived yesterday. This is a chemistry class, I can't even imagine what possible use I could have for helium." She was about to explain that helium is an inert gas, but realized her teaching tendency was of little use here. "Please ma'am, just sign for the tanks," he said, feigning annoyance. He was enjoying her drawing out the conflict as well. He was looking right past the clipboard at her impressive cleavage. Her blue silk blouse was just slightly too small for her disproportionately large bust, and her buttons were strained. "Clearly it's not your mistake, but they're already ordered and paid for and I get in trouble if a delivery gets rejected."
She pursed her full lips in a thoughtful pout, returning his leering gaze. "But if I sign for these, how will I get my CO2?"
While Malcolm assumed that she wouldn't have been nearly so brazen had her class not been largely distracted, he did briefly wonder how anybody thought it was a good idea to let such a woman anywhere near hormone-laden high schoolers. It just made his job easier. "How bout this? I'll just leave the tanks for now. You give me a number I can reach you at, and I'll call you once we figure out what happened to your shipment. I'll bring your tanks, and we can swap." He flashed a smile, and Ms. Ashton giggled.
"Alright." There would be no demonstration today it seemed. She wrote a brief message on his pad. "That second one's my cell number," she said with a wink.
Matthew came in just in time to see the end of their flirty exchange. The delivery man was looking over his shoulder back at Ms. Ashton when he bumped into Matt on his way out.
"Whoah, sorry kid, didn't see ya there. I was a bit distracted." He gave Matt a knowing nudge. "Damn, they didn't make teachers like that at my high school."
"Probably not," Matt said, trying to laugh to cover his simmering rage. Ms. Ashton was bent over her desk, her breasts squeezed tightly into her blouse. She was a goddess. All of the boys in school fantasized about her, but he was the only one who'd ever gotten beyond the fantasy. At least that was what Matt had thought before today.
"Man, look at those tits. They're so huge, it's like she's got a coupla balloons under there." He suddenly caught himself. "Sorry dude, I should be more professional."
"That's alright, we've all thought about it," Matt replied distantly. Sheesh, this guy can't be more than a few years older than I am. He looked at Malcolm and couldn't help but notice the resemblance between the two of them. He glanced down at the man's clipboard and saw that Ms. Ashton had signed not just her name, but her phone number as well.
"Cool, man, have a good one." Malcolm left the lab whistling. Matthew walked up to the front of the classroom.
She didn't see him approach. He tapped her shoulder gently. "Molly," he said, his voice low.
She jumped. "Matthew," she hissed, "you can't call me that in front of other students. Or ever again. What are you doing here? You're not even in this class." She glanced about nervously to see if anyone was paying attention to them.
"I got your note," he said. "How can you do this to me?"
They stood close to each other and kept their voices quiet. As long as he didn't make a scene, he was as good as invisible. Most of the students were far too busy setting up test tubes and measuring out chemicals. Those few who were paying any attention to the front of the room tended to focus on Ms. Ashton rather than him.
"Principal Tate suspects there's something going on. We have to end it."
"I'm eighteen, there's nothing illegal about it."
Molly's tone and countenance grew stern. "Matthew, you're a student, and I'm a teacher. A married teacher. If this gets out, I'll lose my job, my teaching credentials, and probably my husband."
"But I love you," Matt pleaded.
"You're young," Molly said, sounding almost motherly. "You'll find someone else, I'm certain of it. Someone you can actually be with."
While you're banging the deliveryman? Matthew grew frantic as the finality of things set in. "I'll tell," he said. "I'll tell everyone. Then it'll all be out, and it won't matter because nobody'll be able to do anything about it."
Molly's patience ran out. "So what?" she hissed between clenched teeth. "You'll say you've been screwing the chemistry teacher. I'll deny it, I'll say you're just some lovestruck kid with an overactive imagination. You don't have any proof, it'll be your word against mine. Nobody will believe that I deigned to seduce a little boy like you. And right now I'm seriously questioning why I ever did." She stood firm and stood tall, her posture accentuating her provocative figure. Matt gazed at her longingly, remember their early flirtations, that first kiss, his fumbling explorations of her delightful flesh.
He began to tremble as he was overwhelmed by grief and rage. "Molly--"
"It's over," she snapped, returning to her class notes. "Now get out before this gets any messier than it has to be."
Matt turned away, fighting back tears. His face turned bright red as he noticed several students glancing warily in his direction and whispering to each other. They knew something was going on. I have to get outta here. He was about to leave when he saw the tanks. Shiny, new, and freshly filled by the looks of the gauges. One of them even had a hose already attached.
The feeling of peace was as sudden as it was strange. Matt's hands were steady, his face calm, the pounding in his chest eased. Unspeakable thoughts took root in his mind, but he found them relaxing. He'd decided to take action. A moment ago he was helpless. A moment ago he was a victim. A moment from now he would be neither; she would be both.
Molly looked up at the loud hissing noise to see that Matt had opened the valve on one of the tanks. "What on earth are you doing?" she asked, incredulous.
"This." He grabbed her and shoved the hose deep down her throat. The effect was immediate; her belly rapidly filled with gas, resembling full pregnancy in mere moments. Her blouse came untucked and bulged over the waistband of her skirt.
"Mmmmrrgh!" Molly's shriek was muffled by the hose. Several buttons on her blouse popped open and her gut surged forth. She grabbed the hose with both hands and tried to pull it out, but Matthew grabbed her wrists and held them in place. He was too strong, she couldn't move. Her eyes grew wide as she felt the pressure build inside, her belly growing firm and stiff.
By now, many of the students had noticed what was going on at the front of the classroom. "Wow," Lori marveled. "Looks like Ms. Ashton has one hell of a demonstration planned."
But while Lori and the others were focused on just how huge Ms. Ashton had swelled, Donald saw the interaction between her and Matt, the terror in her eyes. "I -- I don't think she planned this," he said uneasily, fear bubbling up his spine.
Matt noticed that he and Molly were now the focus of attention. With so many students around, one of them was bound to make an attempt at being a hero. He'd fix that. Not relaxing a bit on his grip on Molly and the hose, he turned to the class and grinned. "You might wanna get outta here," he shouted. "There's gonna be one hell of a bang when she blows!"
For a moment the entire class was stunned into silence. The only sounds were the hissing of the tank and Molly's muffled cries for help. She tried to make eye contact, spur someone into action, but it was no use. Stephanie was the trigger. Like everyone else, she realized what was happening, what was about to happen, and she cracked. "Oh my God, she's gonna explode!"
Matt's announcement had had the desired effect. In a clamor of screams and dropping lab equipment, those few students who weren't rooted in place by fright made a mass, panicked, chaotic flight towards the exit.
I'm gonna die, Molly thought, looking on hopelessly as her students fled. She knew it didn't take all that much to rupture a person's internal organs, and the high pressure tanks would easily do it if she couldn't get the hose out in the next few seconds. The mounting pain of being so forcibly stretched made each second seem like an eternity.
Just as Molly felt her consciousness retreating from the increasing agony, she felt something shift inside her. It was an odd sensation, as though she'd stretched beyond some critical point. She felt something inside her give; the excruciating pain subsided and the sense of pressure suddenly receded. For a moment she assumed that she was exploding, but the truth was only slightly less frightening. Her body shuddered, then rushed outward.
"Mmmrghff!" she groaned as her back arched and she lost her grip on the hose. Her skirt split down the front and fell to the ground, the swelling spreading outward from her belly into her extremities.
Matt looked on with a mixture of annoyance and amazement as her breasts plumped up with gas. "You make a better balloon than I thought you would," he sneered.
The remaining buttons on her blouse popped off in rapid succession, her exposed bosom straining against the confines of her bra. Molly struggled to get her hands back onto the hose but was thwarted by her continued expansion. Her arms swelled up, growing plump and stiff. They stuck out straight from her body and she could no longer bend them. Her hips widened and her thighs grew thicker, forcing her to widen her stance. Her stockings hissed and popped as her growing legs ripped them apart. Her bra had held on admirably, cinching into her bloated form, but the hooks finally conceded with a loud snap and left the garment hanging limp on her chest. Molly's entire body was inflating, and she grew bigger and rounder with each passing moment.
Molly's mind was torn between fear and disbelief. Her skin was pulled tight, her body pumped up into a near spherical shape. Everything she knew told her that what was happening was impossible, that she should have been torn apart. She wondered what could make such a transformation possible and, more importantly, at what point it would stop.
But the flow of helium was relentless, and she blew up bigger and bigger. Her huge breasts, once her dominating feature, were stretched out into wide domes across her chest. Each passing moment left her looking less like a woman and more like an overinflated toy. She could just barely see over her own swollen cheeks. Matt's face was twisted in rage. "Come on, pop! Pop, dammit!" Molly scanned the classroom, eyes pleading for help, desperately hoping that someone would do something, anything to save her. A few students still stood frozen at their benches but the rest were all clamoring in a frantic mass at the door as they tried to flee the imminent explosion. It was hopeless.
I can't take any more. Please, just let this be over quick.
Ms. Ashton was nearly completely round, her taut skin flushing pink as it strained against the pressure. Matt grinned with wicked glee. His face fell as the hissing subsided.
The tank was empty.
"Dammit!" But his frustration quickly faded; he still had another tank. He grabbed it and dragged it towards Molly. He was about to hook up the hose to the second tank when he noticed two security guards trying to force their way through the logjam of fleeing students to get into the classroom. He angrily yanked the hose from Molly's mouth.
"Matt, security's here. It's over." She was finally able to speak and tried to sound firm and commanding, but her voice was shaking.
"I guess that means we're both outta time," he replied. "Don't worry, Molly, this won't take long." He grabbed a beaker from the nearest work bench and smashed the end of it.
"No," she gasped.
"Sorry, Molly, it's too late for second chances." He picked up the business card from her desk. "Maybe I should call Malcolm and thank him for making this possible."
"Matthew, please!" Molly sobbed, her eyes locked on the jagged remains of the beaker in Matt's hand. "Please, don't do this! I'm begging you!"
"I begged you, and it didn't work. But you were right about one thing. This is going to be a lot messier than it has to be," he smirked, raising the beaker.
"Hey!"
Matt turned towards the sudden outburst behind him. The last thing he saw was a brass plaque engraved with the words "MOLLY ASHTON, TEACHER of the YEAR". Then darkness.
"I -- I can't believe I just did that," Donald gasped. His hands were shaking. He'd never hit anything that hard in his life. He dropped the trophy and stood staring at Matt's crumpled, unconscious body.
Molly started weeping with relief. "Thank you, Donald. Thank you."
The guards finally forced their way to the front of the classroom. They stared at Molly in disbelief. Her body was a enormous, swollen parody of its natural self. "Holy crap," one gasped.
Lori rushed forward carrying one of the lab's fire blankets. "Stop gawking and do something!" she snapped at them as she tried to give Ms. Ashton at least a little bit of coverage. "Don't worry, Mrs. Ashton. You're going to be alright." Lori looked over Molly's unbelievably distended body, took her best guess as to roughly where her shoulder was, and placed a reassuring hand there to try to console her. She had to stifle a gasp at how firm Molly was; her skin felt like the surface of a volleyball.
"Help me," Molly said, clearly struggling to get the words out through lips that were many times their normal size. "I feel like I'm gonna burst."
Lori struggled to come up with something encouraging to say, but came up blank. Molly's skin was frighteningly taut, not yielding in the slightest to Lori's touch. Lori found herself agreeing with Ms. Ashton's evaluation; she really did feel like she could explode at any moment.
One of the guards was putting handcuffs on Matt in case he woke up. The other was calling for emergency assistance. "The ambulance is on its way," he said. "What the hell happened in here?"
"Matt, he took the hose, and he, he," Donald stammered gesturing to Molly and the spent helium tank.
Molly clenched her eyes shut as her belly trembled with an ominous rumble. Her body quivered, expanding ever so slightly while emitting a tortured groan. "Shit, she's gonna blow!" The guards slowly stepped back. "We have to clear the room, son. It's not safe for us to be in here." The officer grabbed Donald by the shoulder and pushed him toward the door.
"You've got to get out of here," Molly sobbed.
"No! I can't leave you like this!" Donald shouted.
"Donald," Lori snapped, "just what do you intend to do? She's right, we have to go." She turned to Molly. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Ashton."
A slow, soft creaking filled the air as Molly's skin strained, failed slightly and swelled again. "I know. Now go, hurry!" Samuel had been gone for ten days. Walter had heard nothing from him, but that was to be expected. He knew something must have happened when he got a call from Richard, the lead technician on the case.
"She's gone, sir." Richard was shaken.
"Excuse me?"
"They evacuated the entire school yesterday. There was a gas leak in the chemistry lab, but no mention of anyone getting hurt. Ashton wasn't there the next day, and nobody's talking about it. She's just gone, they disappeared her. My guess is someone discovered she was sleeping with a student, and they decided a major event would be good cover for making her go away."
"Any idea where she is?" Walter asked.
"None yet."
"Keep me posted, Richard. This woman was an excellent prospect, I don't want to lose track of her."
Samuel returned later that day to give his report in person. There would be no paperwork for this one. He described what had happened to Molly in as much detail as he himself knew. He'd put as much distance as possible between himself and the school once he'd left. "If it turned out that she wasn't actually Gifted, then the outcome would have been -- unfortunate," Samuel said. "As it is, Matt was able to blow her up much larger than I expected. I'd assumed that somebody would stop him more quickly, but he was much better at crowd control than I gave him credit for. If one of the students hadn't acted, then gifted or not Molly would have exploded."
"Yes, this operation was inherently risky. But your performance was extraordinary. Any news of the aftermath?" Walter asked.
"It seems there are some very influential people on the school's Board of Trustees. The whole story's been buried. They made up some story about a gas leak in the chemistry lab to get everyone off campus. They knocked out a wall and got Ms. Ashton out after dark. All of the students involved have been warned not to discuss the matter."
"And how is Ms. Ashton doing?" Walter's interest seemed far more clinical than sympathetic.
"She's been relocated to a clinic that specializes in unconventional ailments. The doctors are stumped as to how they should treat her. Apparently she's under an enormous amount of pressure and there's still a chance she could blow." Sam didn't seem too worried. "Her life is in shambles now. With her affair exposed, her husband is divorcing her and her career is over. Assuming she survives, she'll be a prime candidate for recruitment."
"And since this is our case, I'll be first in line to be her handler. Excellent." Walter agreed with Jack's assessment that Molly would make an extraordinary agent. With her working for Unit One, his position in the organization would be quite secure. "We need to make sure she remains receptive to recruitment. It's unlikely she'll be able return to any semblance of a normal life, but she's resourceful enough that she might surprise us."
"Yes, sir."
It irritated Walter that he had to be so secretive. Hubbell should have realized long ago that sane and happy people didn't sign up to be agents. You had to be desperate or crazy. Making people crazy was difficult, but making them desperate was easy if you knew which buttons to push. And if he had to destroy a prospect's life to make her an agent, then so be it.
Walter leaned back in his chair and permitted himself a satisfied sigh. He'd taken Molly Ashton from "low probability" to "prime candidate" in less than two weeks. "Walter's back in business," he said to himself smugly. "And the rest of HRG had best stand up and take notice."
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Text: Mike rubbed his hands together, hoping that by moving around a bit he could ease the pounding of his heart. He could hardly believe what he was about to do. He wasn't handsome, athletic or remarkable in any way, and he had never found any girls to be remotely attracted to him. But in spite of being one of the most beautiful and admired girls in school, he had an unshakable feeling that Colleen was different. She laughed at his jokes, she actually seemed to enjoy talking with him-in fact, he was pretty sure she was flirting with him. So now, as he walked slowly towards her locker at the end of the day, he had worked up the courage to make what would either be the greatest or stupidest decision of his life. "Hey, Colleen" Mike said, in what he hoped was a casual voice. She turned to face him and his confidence lifted when he saw the way her face brightened upon recognizing him. "Hi, Mike!" Colleen said cheerfully. "How's your day going?"
"It's going really well." Mike knew that if he didn't ask right away he would lose the courage to do so, so he went right ahead. "Colleen, do you think, maybe you'd want to go see a movie with me or something this weekend?"
Colleen burst in a wide smile, and Mike was ready to explode with excitement. But just as the words he was waiting to hear seemed on the tip of her tongue she seemed to stop herself, and the happiness seemed to slide off her face. "Mike, you're a sweet guy but I don't think it's a good idea. My friends won't like it if we're seeing each other. You just wouldn't...fit in with the people I hang out with, and it would be really bad for both of us. I'm sorry."
Deep down, Mike had figured this was how it would go, but he was still heartbreaking. He mustered up a brave smile and wanted to say that it wasn't a big deal so he could get away before his despair became humiliatingly obvious. But before he could he realized that Colleen had begun staring intently at his body, and seemed like she had something she wanted to say. "Mike, actually..." Colleen seemed unusually hesitant. "If you want to, come to my house around eight. I've got an idea." She turned and hurried away. Mike had no idea what had just happened, but he knew he was going. When he got to the front door, it swung wide open and Colleen grabbed him in a hug. "Mike, you came, I'm so glad!" She practically pulled her friend through the door and into a large, nearly empty room. Of all the things Mike had imagined might be in store for him, he hadn't even imagined this-a tank of air with a hose attached and a six foot wide, round blue balloon floating on a string. "Colleen, what is this? What did you bring me here to do?" "Isn't it obvious? Colleen's ecstatic expression met only a blank stare. "I want to make you my toy balloon!" If Mike wasn't so hopelessly drawn to Colleen he would have bolted right then. But he couldn't even bring himself to question her sanity. All he could muster was an expression that revealed his doubt that this was a great idea. "Colleen..."
"Come on Mike, think about it! You're the sweetest guy I know, and I'd love to be with you." Mike's knees trembled a bit. "But it won't work, it just won't. But having you as a balloon would be perfect! I absolutely love balloons, and I've always wanted to have a person as one. I could carry you around all day and keep you as my toy. I could deflate you and put you away and I could blow you up again when I want to play some more. And if I really want to, I could pop you! Wouldn't that be perfect?" Mike was speechless. His eyes had drifted to the giant blue balloon in the center of the room, and he imagined it was him floating there. He thought of being all blown up, being the center of Colleen's attention as her toy, and he could feel his cock stiffen as he thought about it. But even if it was possible–and all logic said it wasn't–did he really want to be nothing more than Colleen's toy balloon?
Yes. Yes, he did. He went to the center of the room where Colleen had picked up the hose and allowed her to enthusiastically place it in his mouth. She kissed him on the cheek and turned on the hose. Mike felt air flowing into his stomach, and common sense briefly fought its way into his mind-what had he gotten himself into? But common sense left again when he saw that, somehow, it was actually working. He could feel his stomach expanding, his insides turning to air, as he expanded out in all directions. He placed his hands on his body in amazement, pushing his hands into his torso and feeling only gas beneath the skin. He tried to bend down, only to find that his waist, now three times its normal length, wouldn't let him. Colleen giggled at his increasingly stiff, clumsy attempts to explore his new body. After about five minutes he lost all control over his torso, legs and waist, leaving him rooted to the spot. All he could do was watch Colleen continue to gaze as his body became rounder and smoother.
Colleen could not recall seeing anything as wonderful as watching Mike turn into a balloon. He had already become trapped in place, and was becoming more immobile by the minute. Each flap he made with his arms to test them became more and more feeble, and as they disappeared into his body the flaps became twitches before disappearing altogether. Once he had obtained the perfect spherical form and had seemed to lose all control over his body, Colleen pushed her hands into her new toy. She felt little resistance, and her fingers formed an indent several inches deep. Unsatisfied, she gave Mike an assuring smile and took a step back, allowing him to expand further. She continued the process until Mike's skin did not give at all, tight as a drum. Finally, she removed the hose. She had done it; she had turned her friend into a giant, helpless balloon.
"Mike," she breathed. "You're beautiful." She picked him up, finding him to be virtually weightless, and spun him to inspect every inch of his body. She gave him a light toss in the air, as if to see what would happen. Mike did what any balloon would do; he fluttered briefly above her fingertips and settled back down. Emboldened, she gave him a hard toss all the way to the ceiling, and when he bounced down she launched him toward the wall. Mike continued to fly around the room, bound only by the laws of physics and his owner's whims. Mike, for his part, embraced every throw, hoping he could entertain Colleen forever.
But in time Colleen began to run out of energy, and when he bounced against the ground she did not pick him up again. Mike's face was facing the ground, but he heard her footsteps leave the room and he heard a sink turn on; he imagined she was getting a glass of water. When her footsteps approached again he was waiting for her in the same position. Colleen picked him up and turned him around, holding him by the skin near the small protrusion that was his head so she could look into his eyes. He wondered what she would do with him next.
Colleen was wondering the same thing. As she had came up with the idea to turn Mike into a balloon she had made all sorts of plans for what she could do with her toy. But now that she held him in her hands, a pathetically helpless ball of air that she could turn to nothing at the slightest whim, the desire to do so was overwhelming.
"Well, Mike, I've decided what to do next. I know I said I planned to keep you as my toy, but I've changed my mind. Instead, I'm going to pop you right now." She said it as though ending the life of the friend who had walked through her door hours before was a mere game. Which it was, of course. "The question is, how should I pop you?" She began gently tossing him up and down, keeping his face pointed toward her so he could see her as she spoke. "I only get one chance to pop you, so we need to make it good. Let me think..." She batted him for another moment as she thought, then caught him as she made her decision. She brought his lips to hers. Out of everything Mike had experienced this evening, this was by far the greatest moment. The fact that Colleen had just announced her intentions to pop him didn't faze him in the slightest. He couldn't think of any way he'd rather go. He felt more and more air fill him until he knew he had only one puff left. Apparently, Colleen sensed it too, as she pulled her head back to look at him one last time. "Goodbye, Mike." Mike's mind had gone fuzzy from being so full of air, so he barely even noticed her fingernails coming toward him.
Colleen stood quietly for a moment in the now empty room, reflecting on the evening she had just had. Then she began to pick up his pieces for safekeeping. She had a feeling she would be popping plenty more boys in the future, but she doubted any would be as fun as Mike.
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Text: Joseph sighed as he listlessly clicked through another page of images, head propped up on his hand as he leaned on the desk. The silence and privacy of the dormitory during the weekends left him with ample time to himself, though recently this was often spent on the computer for lack of anything better to do. It wasn't that he didn't like the quiet - it beat being woken up at 3 AM by his dorm mates stumbling in - but rather that the quiet and solitude began to emphasize more and more just how alone he was.A stray breeze blew through the room and he shivered, straightening up in his seat and rubbing his arms to warm himself. Standing, he crossed the room to the window and pushed it shut before drawing the curtains. Strange, he thought; it was so warm outside.Stranger still was the slim, pale, six-inch woman in front of his face as he turned around. "Hello!" she chirped.Joseph let out a yelp of surprise as he stumbled away, smacking the back of his head against the window before falling on his ass. She dove, her dragonfly wings beating as she hovered in front of him. "Oh my! I didn't mean to startle you!"He groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "No, it's okay, I'm..." He trailed off, staring at her as he let his arm drop. "I'm talking to a fairy."She giggled, her wavy, deep green hair cascading down her shoulders. "Oh, don't be silly. I'm not a fairy!"He blinked. "Oh.""I'm a sylph! We're quite different, you know."His mouth hung open for a second as he tried to come up with a reply, not sure of what to say to a sylph. Not that he knew what to say to a fairy, either, but still. "...okay.""You know, you're really cute when you're flustered.""I am?""Yes!" She cupped her cheeks, fidgeting in midair. "Oh, they always tell me I'm too forthright, but I just can't help myself! You see, you're the reason I'm here. It's always so noisy and busy here, so I couldn't explore, but one day when it was quiet I managed to sneak in. I thought it was empty, but then..." The sylph clasped her hands beneath her chin, gazing at Joseph. "I saw you! You were so noble and handsome, and I thought that even if I was human you wouldn't notice someone so plain as I."Joseph took a moment to boggle at the thought of what "attractive" was amongst nymphs if the one in front of him was merely "plain.""But I couldn't content myself with merely watching. I had to take a chance, and so here I am!""That's... that's a story, alright." He climbed back to his feet, the nymph continuing to hover around him."Truly! And now that we have met, we can consummate our relationship!"He stared, hoping it wouldn't be a recurring theme. "Consummate."She nodded."You mean..." He made a circle with his index finger and thumb on one hand, moving the index finger of the other in and out of it.She nodded eagerly, blushing.Joseph looked at his the circle and his finger, then back at her. "I don't think that's possible. I mean, you're kind of... small.""Do not worry," the sylph said. She pirouetted in the air, glittering points of light sparking around her before fading. "With magic, anything is possible!"Just as Joseph opened his mouth to ask if she didn't realize how corny that line sounded, the sylph suddenly shot up an inch before slowly continuing to grow. "You see?" she said. "Size is no barrier to love!""It sure isn't. I guess."The sylph giggled and bobbed in midair, her formerly trim stomach now wobbling from the movement. While she was getting taller, her arms and legs were getting thicker, her breasts larger, and her belly and ass wider at a far more rapid rate. Joseph would have called her plump except that none of her body had any rolls or signs of weight and, as she passed two feet by his reckoning, she quickly surpassed "plump," her torso taking on a rounded shape as her waist disappeared and her breasts were pulled flat.Her wings beat faster as she struggled to stay airborne with her increasing size. She slowly drifted to the ground, only abandoning her attempt at staying aloft once her plump feet touched the carpet. She leaned against the side of the desk with one arm, panting for breath; Joseph couldn't help but notice that despite her stature it was probably thicker than his own. "Well!" she exclaimed. "Maybe I should have landed before I started.""I thought you used magic to fly," Joseph said. He stood up, noting that she was already up to his navel."We do!" She waddled to the center of the room as she spoke, gesturing with wide, conical arms and fattened hands as she spoke. "We harness air currents to fly with magic and use our wings to keep us balanced. I just can't use it to keep me -up- because it's all going -in- me.""In you."She nodded enthusiastically, causing her entire body to jiggle for a second."You're full of air.""-Magic- air," she replied, patting the curve of her belly.He nodded slowly. "Right."The nymph giggled before leaning forward, looking up into his eyes. The top of her stomach pressed into his own, and he could feel it slowly pushing his shirt up as she grew, her rounded face coming closer to his own. "So cool and collected, too! Truly you are-" She leaned back, surprised. "Oh!""What? What is it?"She squeezed her eyes shut. "I think it's..." There was a series of soft "bwoomp"s as her arms and legs swelled up between the joints, gaining definition yet still looking for all the world like two balloons stuck together. "...almost..." A series of "pop"s heralded the growth of her hands and feet as they doubled in size, fingers and toes rounding out. "...done..." Her body shook for a second before surging out another two inches, becoming nearly translucent in the process. "There!" She pirouetted on one foot, a strangely graceful gesture considering her size. "How do I look?"She looked like an over-inflated parody of a woman. The entirety of her body was a sphere that had to be over half her height across, her legs were wider than his body, and her arms and hands were so puffed up as to be nearly useless. Even her head seemed a little full of air. Overall it was like looking at a miniature balloon for an X-rated Thanksgiving parade.Joseph knew better than to say -that-, though. "You look... great!""I knew it! Now come!" She reached out and hooked her arm around his as best she could, her body creaking and groaning ominously as she tried to pull him towards his bed. "It's time to consummate our relationship!"He babbled incomprehensibly for a few seconds as he dug his heels into the carpet, finding her to be remarkably strong despite her bulk. "B- but it, I-""There's no need to be ashamed! Let's..." She turned and hooked another arm around his, giving him a fierce tug. "Go!"The next few moments went by in slow-motion for Joseph: He lost his footing, finding himself being pulled forward by the nymph. He collided with her arm first, and the two of them went sailing to the floor. The nymph landed first, laughing, bouncing into the air before Joseph landed on top of her. There was a loud creak as he sank into her stomach, her skin bulging, and she exploded in a deafening bang.Joseph hit the floor face-first, groaning in pain as he pushed himself up. Noting the nymph's sudden absence he glanced around, only to find that both he and his room were now covered in a glittering golden dust.As he tried and failed repeatedly to understand what just happened in the past five or ten minutes, there was a quiet grunting outside his window, followed by the sound of plastic sliding against rubber. He turned, doing a double-take as he spotted another small, winged woman pushing his window open and climbing through. She put her hands on her hips, letting out a huff of annoyance as she scanned the floor. "Damn it, she did it again." Looking at Joseph, she continued. "Hey, have you seen oh -damn- you are -fiiiiiine-."
"Hi, administration? Can you send the campus cleaners to dorm room 727, east building?""Can you tell us the nature of the problem?"Joseph brushed off his shirt, sending a cloud of multicolored glitter into the air. "Don't. Ask."
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Text: "Bring in the accused!" Brother Martin called across the large sanctuary. Two armed guards opened the double doors to allow a small group of people into the church. It was 1692, and disturbing word had reached the citizens of the Massachusetts town of Boston that Salem was in the midst of terror. Women and men were accused of consorting with the devil and practicing other forms of witchcraft. With distaste, they heard the people were crushed, hanged, and even drowned in lakes. That was not how Boston dealt with their guilty witches.
The people who entered the church were solemn for different reasons. The men, all older and stony faced, did not relish the nasty business they had to now conduct. In the middle was a beautiful young woman. She was golden haired, with rosy cheeks and bright red lips. Her pale complexion was overall deemed unworldly, "too beautiful to be a sinful human," the pastor had once announced. Unfortunately, he soon had to regret speaking those words. The slim woman was lead to the center of the sanctuary and held in place by the two guards. The men stepped onto the altar and turned to face her.
"Young Hannah," the pastor said darkly, looking down at the girl's bright blue eyes. "You have been accused of witchcraft, and cavorting with the devil on the holy days of our Lord. Do you deny these charges?" The girl looked up at him, her face telling him nothing.
"Your mind has been made up," she responded coolly. "Does my answer matter?"
"Nay, it does not," Martin interjected. "Surely you know how the other trials have gone?"
"Only that, guilty or innocent, the Salem girls died." Hannah said, the tiniest hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Yet no such reports are made of the Boston w- girls." The men reacted at Hannah's nigh-slip.
"We are not so barbaric as our brothers to the north." The pastor said. "Yet we ensure that witches shall never dance with the devil again. Andrew?" The man at the end of the line nodded and darted out the side door. "My child, you have one last chance to confess."
"If I confess, will the church show mercy?" Hannah replied. There was a sneer in her voice now, something the pastor tried to overlook.
"The Lord will always accept your confessions and repentance," he vowed.
"Then, I confess," Hannah said, bowing her golden head. "The charges are not lies. I did so commune with the devil not a fortnight ago." The men gasped, and the pastor nodded grimly. Andrew returned, a set of large brass keys in his hand. The pastor nodded again and Andrews went to a side room just off the altar. Hannah looked nonplussed at the man's comings and goings. "What do you plan to do with me, if not kill me?"
"We promise you shall never dance with the devil again," the pastor repeated. Andrew came out of the side room with a long tube that disappeared from sight. It was kinked in Andrew's left hand, the opening in his right. "Take the hose, and put it in your mouth." The slim girl shook her head and took a step back. "You shall take the hose. Please, Hannah, accept the mercy of the Lord." Warily, Hannah took the hose and put it in her mouth. Andrews unkinked the hose.
For several moments, Hannah stood, unmoving. Her eyes roved the room nervously, noticing the guards and Andrew had stepped back. Water poured into her mouth, and she tried not to laugh at this "test." Then she noticed her waistcoat began to feel tight. Looking down, she saw her feet we obscured from view by her growing belly. She looked to the men like she was pregnant. She saw her once-dainty breasts surging out, her waistcoat groaning slightly. The brown fabric stretched and popped as she filled with water. Her head snapped up as she stared at the men in panic. Their faces were solemn still. Hannah ran her dainty hands down her swelling body. Her stomach looked like she had swallowed a person whole, her breasts like melons. With an awkward step forward, Hannah realized she was making a sloshing sound. Her petticoat flared out as her waist and thighs grew, laden with liquid. Her hand travelled down to her posterior, feeling it had expanded as well. With a yank, Hannah pulled the hose out of her mouth, water dribbling down her chin. Her other hand grabbed the hose and kinked it. Instantly the two guards were upon her, holding their bayonetted weapons to her vast belly.
"Hannah please," Pastor said pleadingly. "You must drink it all, or we will be forced to pop you."
"This will pop me!" Hannah protested. She stomped her foot with difficulty and her entire body wobbled with a great sloshing sound. The men looked at one another, doubt on their faces.
"If you are indeed a witch as you have confessed, it will not. Now please, finish the water." Pouting, Hannah put the hose back in her mouth and unkinked it. This time the water poured faster, and Hannah grew. Her lower body lost definition as her watery belly swallowed it up. Hannah could now see why the men had stepped back- her body now took up most of the middle of the sanctuary. Her thin little arms ran frantically up and down her sides as her rosy cheeks plumped up a little bit.
"She's full!" Andrews said, pulling the hose from Hannah's mouth. A tiny bit of water dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Hannah brushed it off thoughtlessly, and her cheeks jiggled. Hannah was slightly pear-shaped, the water having descended to her lower half. With a groan, she tried to take a sloshing step forward. Nothing really happened. Her legs were so fat and swollen that she could not walk. The men looked at one another and nodded, approaching her.
"What are you doing?" She cried as the men placed gloved hands all over her bulging body. No one answered as they gently rolled her forward. She gave a cry as she slowly fell onto her belly, losing her pear shape. Two men darted forward to the raised altar, took a strap each on the stairs, and pulled, grunting slightly with effort. It revealed a hidden entrance, with a very slight ramp. The men nodded again and began to push Hannah forward, their hands sinking slightly into her water-filled flesh. She kicked her tiny feet in protest and waved her stick-like arms, but to no avail. Hannah eyed the nearing entrance with great trepidation. Feebly she gave one last struggle, but it was too late.
The man paused, leaving Hannah at the top of the ramp. She felt their hands leave and hoped beyond hope that they had changed their minds. Then Pastor came into view. He made the form of the cross on her head and billowing chest. "May God show you mercy," he said somberly. With a final scream, Hannah was pushed into the hole.
The young girl rolled down the ramp, slowly picking up speed. She screamed the whole time. They'll have nails, or more bayonets, or something else to pop me, her mind concluded. Her vast body sloshed and made other horrible noises as the water in her churned. The blackness pressed on her eyes.
Suddenly, she came to a halt. Her body smacked into something solid and she bounced back a couple feet. Hannah had come to rest right-side up, the water forcing the enormous pear shape back on the young woman. Light greeted her eyes as she tried to turn around. "Hannah?" A soft voice greeted her. A familiar voice. Hannah twisted around to see a vast underground chamber, filled with nearly a dozen women. At the front was a gorgeous red-headed woman with a gently freckled face. Like Hannah, she had been willowy and supple and, also like Hannah, she was huge, fat with water, and slightly pear-shaped. Her face had become slender again. The other women Hannah knew or recognized, all beautiful, all waterlogged, all witches. "I was afraid they would find you too."
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*Part Four - Chip on the shoulder*
With the sun high in the sky, the sweating horse and coyote reached the last corner of the long fence. Don rested on a post while Hal just sat down on the dusty ground, exhausted.
"Shit, it's hot out here," Hal said, stirring around the last inch of water in his water bottle.
Don just nodded and pulled his dry tongue from the roof of his mouth, looking down the rest of the fence. The dark patch of saguaros that marked the gate was just a little dot in the far distance. "Almost... done," he said between pants before pushing himself up and continuing the laborious walk.
Hall watched the coyote move along the fence and grunted as he stood up again, following.
"Why did we do this again?" Hal said as he caught up with Don. "There hasn't been anything wrong with the fence at all."
"You can thank your great uncle for keeping good maintenance. Like I said, we just have to do it once."
"I'm pretty sure my feet are bleeding."
"Isn't much we can do about it now, so keep walking," Don said, tripping over a rock and stumbling forward, not caring much. "We can sit in the car in the air conditioning when we get there."
Hal started walking faster as he thought about the cool air. "Race you to it!"
Don looked down the perfectly straight row of posts, each with perfectly straight, intact wires.
"Fine, but keep a look out for..." Hal had already started running. "...broken wires. Fine!"
Don ran after the horse, jumping over small bushes and avoiding critter holes. He just about caught up with him as Hal stopped and stood with hands on his knees, panting.
"It's just too damn hot..." Hal said looking up into the sun. He looked down the rest of the length of the fence and then at his water bottle. He twisted off the cap and chugged the rest of the warm, plastic tasting liquid.
"Eww..." Don said as he walked up to the heavily breathing horse.
"What?" Hal said, crushing the empty bottle in his hand and looking at his butt to see if he sat in something.
The coyote just pointed down at the sad remains of some poor creature just on the other side of the fence. It was flattened and only a few chunks of fur on the decayed black skin and some bones remained.
"Well... that's pleasant," Hal said before walking on. "How much further do you think it is?"
"Don't know, but I can see the car's shine, so I assume not too far."
"The first thing I'm going to do when I get back is strip naked and stand in the cold shower."
"You'll have to pump more, you used up the last of the water, remember?"
"Aww, shit," Hal said. "It'll be worth it. You in?"
"Of course."
"I'd make some sort of suggestive comen, but I'm too hot and tired."
"Agreed."
The two stumbled along the scorching stretch of desert until they finally reached the car. Hal opened up the door and felt the raising heat of an oven.
"Can't I just get one break?" Hal said, about to cry. "Open up the doors and air it out." He popped the trunk and took out two bottles of water that were still cool enough to drink and tossed one to the coyote. He took a long sip of the refreshing liquid.
As they stood there in the hot sun, Hal walked over to the gate and looked down the highway in both directions before walking back.
"What's that grin about?" Don asked, leaning against the car.
"I'm getting naked!" Hal said, unzipping his pants and pulling them down with a sigh of relief. "So much better!"
Don looked around to make sure no one was around. "What if someone drives by?" he asked the horse as he stepped out of his pants and chucked them in the back seat.
"Let them stare!" Hal said, waving his large package at the road. The heat made his flaccid cock almost the same length as when he was hard. "Actually..." he said, walking towards the gate, "I haven't seen anyone drive past here since we started walking."
The nude horse walked out into the middle of the highway, his member dangling in front of him. He held the water bottle above him and tipped it over, letting the cold water spill over his body. He shivered in delight as he looked back at the coyote staring at him.
"Feels good! Care to join?"
The coyote just shook his head and stayed leaning on the car.
"You sure?" Hal said, swaying his hips and making his cock swing back and forth. "It's better than standing next to a hot car."
Don sighed and took another look down the highway before stripping down and scampering out into the road too.
The hot pavement made him dance until he got used to the heat on his toes. He walked up to Hal, who took his water bottle and slowly poured it over the coyote's head.
"That does feel good," Don said smiling.
"I can tell," Hal said, motioning to Don's hardening cock.
Don tried to cover it up.
"What's the point? No one's going to see but me." Hal reached down and caressed the stiffening member as Don moaned softly.
The horse moved behind the coyote, wrapping a hand around Don's dick and pressing his hips into his butt.
"Here?" Don said softly as the horse's hand played with his tip.
"Why not?" Hal said, nuzzling into the coyote's neck.
His other hand wrapped around the coyote's chest and gently rubbed his nipple as he moved up and down his shaft. As Don leaked pre, Hal lubed up the cock in his fist and started pumping faster.
Don's eyes didn't leave the horizon as his heart beat quickly in his chest at the fear of someone seeing. He wanted to run away, but the horse's arms kept him still.
"Afraid we'll get caught?" Hal whispered in his ear and Don nodded. "We probably will. Some car will drive by and see me us standing in the road naked. They'll slow down," Hal continued as he slowly pulled along Don's member. "They'll see my hand on your cock," he said, squeezing his tip gently. "They'll stop." Hal pulled back down to his base, just starting to feel the knot form. "They'll role down their windows and stare at us." He pulled back up. "Maybe take a few pictures with their phone to share with their buddies." And back down. "They'll watch the cute coyote getting jerked off in the middle of the road," he said pulling up and down quickly. "And we'll give them a show."
Hal fiercely pumped away at Don's rock hard cock, shoving his own stiff member between his cheeks, making the coyote moan loudly. He felt the knot swell to full size. His hand rubbed over the coyote's chest as he started breathing heavily. Don's eyes glanced down at the first pumped away at his cock in the daylight in the middle of the road.
Hal nuzzled into his neck again, kissing his cheek, as he squeezed down on his knot. Don arched his back, feeling the buildup inside of him.
"And," Hal continued. "As they start touching their own dicks as they watch us," he said, squeezing down on the hard knot again. "You'll shoot your load clear across their windshield!"
Don gasped as he shot a load far onto the road. Hal humped in rhythm as each jet of white jizz flew into the air and onto the hot cement. Don panted as he dribbled his last shot of cum. He looked down at the long streaks quickly drying on the blazing surface and turned around to Hal.
"I can't believe I just came on a highway!"
"And they watched and demanded a part two!" Hal said smiling at the coyote as his cock poked him in the leg.
Don just chuckled and grabbed the base of the wanting cock, and said "And they got one,"
Hal moaned and closed his eyes as the coyote's grip moved lower.
"CAR!" Don yelled out as he saw a glint in the horizon.
Don turned around to look and they both ran back through the gate, and hid behind the cactuses. Hal was still rock hard, and Don held it up against the horse's chest as they tried to get as close to the cactuses as possible without getting poked.
"Not quite as seductive as you described," Don said, looking at the glinting vehicle coming down the road.
"Suck me off," Hal said, looking down at the shaking paw on his shaft.
"What?" Don asked, feeling Hal's cock pulse in his grip. He looked through the narrow gaps between the cacti.
"You won't get caught, I swear."
Don looked down at the stiff rod in his paw, getting hard again himself thinking about what they just did on the highway. Hal looked over and could see that it was some sort of tan SUV coming closer. He moaned as he felt the coyote's muzzle wrap around his tip.
Don sucked on the horse's head as he heard the car get closer. Hal grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. "Almost there."
The car began to slow down, and Don's heart raced. They heard it stop right in front of them, and Don could see through the gap in the saguaros that the driver was rolling down the window. The mouse in sunglasses looked right at him and he felt his heart stop for a second.
"Don't move," Hal whispered and they stood perfectly still.
They heard a door open and close and footsteps get closer. Don could see a female cat standing in the middle of the highway right next to the dried cum streaks.
"Why this one?" the mouse asked out the window.
"It has a rustic charm to it. It'll be perfect for my project," the cat said, pulling out a camera and looking through it.
"Tell me again why you're taking pictures of ranches?"
"Because, Dan, I'm an artist. We love Americana stuff like this." She took a few snapshots.
Don dared not blink as he watched the car through the crack. He had gone soft long ago in fear, but just the opposite was true of Hal. The coyote stood perfectly still while his eyes darted up to the horse's face. He was clearly holding something back, and with a pulse of the cock in his mouth, Don knew just what.
"Sorry," Hal whispered as his cock twitched again.
Don stood there wide eyed as he heard a few more clicks of the camera, and he felt Hal squirt a load to the back of his throat, and then another as his mouth filled with hot cum. Afraid to swallow, the jizz began to flow from the sides of his mouth and down Hal's shaft with no signs of the horse stopping. As the camera clicked away some more, Don watched the cat step forward.
"It's too bad that car is there, I'd like to take a look at what's back there in all that space."
Don prayed in his mind to please have her just walk away, but the nearing footsteps wouldn't stop.
"See how old these saguaros are?" The cat said, getting dangerously close to the two. "The ranch must be a hundred years old at least."
Don could see her shadow through the crack as Hal finally squeezed out his last load. The coyote looked down at the pool that had formed below his mouth and then up at the horse as Hal tried to breathe as quietly as he could with his fading orgasm.
"Oh well," the cat said walking back to the car. "I'm sure there will be others."
They heard the door shut and the car drive off again. Don opened his mouth and let the softening cock fall and slap Hal's thigh with a wet splat. He spit out the rest of the cum in his mouth and stood back up, looking at the horse in horror.
"Well, we didn't get caught," Hal said, shrugging.
Don just rolled his eyes and walked back to the car. "You just had to come in my mouth right then, didn't you?"
"What? It was hot. I tried to stop it, but it just made it worse," Hal said to the coyote who slammed the back door shut and got inside the car, slamming the passenger door too. Hal looked over at the old rusted gate, and swung the creaking old pipe doors. "Just in case."
As he slid into the car too, he looked over at the upset coyote.
"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" Hal said, starting the car.
"I'll think of your punishment later," the coyote said. "We have more work to do today. But, I just want you to know that you are a pervert. You're not allowed to call my knot kinky anymore..." Don said, grumbling.
As they pulled back up to the house, they got out and walked inside. The cool shade was relaxing, but it was still hot in the building. Hal plopped down in his chair, taking off his hat and letting his soft cock hang over the side.
Don dug through a bag and pulled something out.
"Put these on," Don said, tossing something at Hal. "I don't want you catching on anything.
Hal picked up the pair of purple brief underwear in a size too small for him. "Do you have anything larger?"
"Yes, but you don't get to use them," Don said, sliding on a pair of fresh boxers.
Hall groaned as he slid the tight briefs over his legs and up to his butt. The snug fit of the underwear only had room for his large balls. He stood up and turned to Don with his cock hanging out over the side.
"They don't fit," Hal said, sliding a thumb along the taught waistband.
Don just shrugged. "Sorry."
Hal sighed and tried to stuff his cock into the fabric as best he could and followed the coyote out into the sun again.
"Why is it so hot today?" Hal said, covering his eyes and looking up.
"It's just what the desert does. Now, let's pump some water so we have some incase we need it."
As they pumped quickly on the large, hot iron lever, Don's cock slipped out of his underwear. He reached down with one hand and tucked it back in, only to have it fall out again a few pumps later. He tucked it back in once more, but the motion of his body made it flop out yet again.
"You smirk a lot, do you know that?" Hal said looking down at the coyote who had a sinister grin on his face. Hal just left his cock swaying as they saw water begin to leak from the cracks at the top of the tower. Hal stood under the dripping, cold water and sighed in relief, while tucking his cock back into the stretched underwear properly. "Can we please just quickly step under the shower, just to cool off?"
"Only enough to coat us. I don't want to waste it."
The horse smiled and jumped the fence of the shower and waited for the coyote to come around the other side. Once they were under the shower head, Hal pulled the release and the freezing water fell onto them. They drenched themselves, until Don turned the release off again.
The two stood there dripping and smiling at the break from the heat.
"So, now we need to see what we need to pick up in town," Don said walking out from the shower as the horse looked down at the transparent wet boxers that clung to the coyote's ass as he moved.
Hal felt his cock flop out again, but gave up and walked over to the coyote who was making his way to the shed. Don opened the old wooden door and looked inside at the heaps of junk.
"Let's see..." he said, looking around as Hal wandered up behind him. "I see stuff for fixing the fence if we ever need to. A box of candles... soap... another gun... some really scary looking jerky... nails, screws, tools... and a ton of other junk." Don bent over and lifted up the lid of an aging cardboard box. "I don't even know what this is, but I think it was alive as one point." He felt something poke him from behind and looked back. With a sigh, he saw Hal looking into the shed behind him, his half hard cock poking Don in the rear without even noticing. He leaned back up and turned around.
"Dear, you're poking out again," Don said, getting close to the horse and grabbing the swelling member. "Let me help with that..." Don said suggestively as he pushed his fingers past the tight waistband and pulled down.
Hal grinned as the underwear slid down his thighs and he looked down at the transparent front of the coyote's boxers. Don smiled too and brought his muzzle close to the horse's so they almost touched. He gave a squeeze and looked down, forcibly pushing the cock between the horse's legs under his balls and pulling the underwear up again.
"There," Don said, bopping Hall gently on his bulge. "That should keep it in place." The coyote tried to hide his grin as he turned around from the horse cupping his crotch, trying to figure out what just happened. "Now, let's try and figure out what we need that isn't here. Trash bags," he said, counting on his fingers. "Toilet paper, more matches, a first aid kit, a clothes line, some fly tape..."
"Some lube," Hal said, pushing his bulge into the small of the coyote's back.
"A taser," Don said, feeing the bulge disappear. "You really have a one track mind today, don't you?"
"It's the heat, I can't help it. Makes me want to get frisky."
Don turned around and looked at the straining purple cloth holding back the horse's erection. "Please don't rip my underwear. Besides, we don't have time to get frisky; we need to get in town before the stores close."
"But, it's only like two."
"And small town stores don't stay open for long."
Don watched as the stiff horse cock sprung out of the side of underwear and Hal just shrugged.
Don sighed. "I'll tell you what, if you can tuck that thing back into your underwear and leave me alone for the next hour, I'll buy a kiddy pool we can fill with water and sit in."
"Deal," Hal said looking up and closing his eyes in thought.
Don watched the long cock shrink before his eyes and Hal tucked it back in.
"How did you do that so quickly?" Don said, looking at his bulge.
"I just think about my grandma naked on a cold day."
"Isn't your grandma dead?"
"Exactly."
"You're a freak. Now come on, we have a little more work to do."
Don and Hal walked around the complex looking over everything to make sure they didn't need to nail a board back into place somewhere, or fill in a hole, or mend a pipe.
"You're great uncle kept this place in really good condition," Don said as he got up from his knees after looking under the porch. "Made our lives a bit easier."
"So, what now?" Don asked looking around the complex.
"Now," Don said brushing off his legs. "We put on some clothes and go to the store."
"All of our clothes?" Hal whined as Don walked to the door.
"No shirt, no shoes, no service! I think I have a pair of shorts you can borrow."
Hal wandered in and Don held up a pair of old green cargo shorts to the horse's waist. "They should fit, but you better hope to god you don't slip because they're not that long."
Hal took the shorts and slipped them on. "A little tight, but not too bad. Makes my package look good."
Don rolled his eyes as got dressed.
They took the car into town and drove down the main drag.
"Bustlin ' little town, ain't it?" Hal said, as they passed the few bars and shops that made up the street.
"Think they have a Target around here?" Don said, looking past the buildings to see if there was more down the road.
"I think that is our best bet," Hal said, pointing to a building with a rusted façade with a chipped painted sign saying "General Store." He pulled the car up to it and parked.
They got out into the sweltering heat and walked up to the door, which was being propped open by a large rock. There was a small, ancient metal fan sitting on a counter near the door cranking away and blowing air at the two as they walked in. Hal tapped the bell hanging in front of the door frame and an owl stepped out from a backroom.
"Howdy!" the owl said with a southern drawl, looking over the two. "Can I help you two? Need directions back to the highway?"
"Oh, no," Don said. "We're actually here to shop."
The owl squinted at them. "Really? I can tell you're not from around here. What's your business in Barrel Canyon?"
"We're visiting a relative," Hal said, remembering what it said in the letter. "He asked us to pick up a few things for him."
"Ahh," the owl said smiling. "Well, welcome! What do ya need?"
Don pulled out a list he had quickly jotted down while in the car.
"Mightily peculiar list... but I think we got everything but the kiddie pool."
Hal sighed.
"Oh, wait!" The owl said, tapping his beak. "I think we might actually just have one in back. Some little girl ordered in a few years ago but never picked it up. Hope you don't mind that it's pink."
"No, that's just fine," Don said.
"Well, I'll go get the pool. You'll find everything around the store."
The owl disappeared into the back, and Don and Hal started picking up the items on the list and setting them down on the counter. As Hal set down a pile of toilet paper rolls, he noticed the cigarettes and condoms behind the counter. There was a bottle of lube. He turned to Don as he walked over and set down the fly papers and a fly swatter.
"I think that's everything," Don said looking over the pile.
"Good," Hal said. "Why don't you look and see if there are any places to eat here while I pay?"
Don nodded and walked out as the owl returned with a large cardboard box.
"Found it! You two find everything else just fine?"
"Yep!" Hal said, pulling out his wallet.
The owl started ringing up the items and putting them into plastic bags.
"Umm..." Hal said nervously to the owl. "Could I get... umm."
The owl stopped and looked at him.
"Some..." Hal said, scratching the back of his neck. "Lubricant?" He motioned his head to the supplies behind the counter.
The owl looked down and smiled. "Met a girl did you?"
Hal just nodded and the owl rang up the bottle of lube. Hal felt relieved that it went smoothly.
"Do you have any flowers?" the horse asked.
"Sorry, son. But, we do have some perfume if you're trying to impress the young lady."
"No... she's not quite the perfume type."
"I see," the owl said, finishing up ringing the products. "We do have some jewelry. Or maybe some makeup?"
"No, it's not quite what I'm looking for. Do you have anything that says 'I'm sorry'?"
"Whoo, you're off to a rocky start there, boy. How about a stuffed animal? I think there is a horse one that looks just like you over there in the corner."
Hal walked over and saw a little horse with a bow around his neck. "That'll work."
The owl rang it up and put it in a bag. "That'll be $121.30."
Hal winced as he handed over his credit card. The owl swiped it in an old contraption that looked like it was on its last leg and they waited a minute for it to go through.
"Thank you, Hal," the owl said, giving him back the card and pushing the bags in front of him. "Hope you stop by again real soon."
Hal forced a smile as he turned around, seeing Don walk back in through the door.
"There's nothing but bars here," Don said, walking up to Hal.
"You boys looking for something in town?" the owl asked.
"Yeah, some place to eat," Don said, picking up one of the bags off the counter. Hal jumped before realizing that it wasn't the one with the horse in it. He quickly grabbed the other bag.
"Well, I'd recommend the bar right across the street. They have some mighty fine food, and some even better drinks," the owl said, pointing out the door.
"Oh," Don said. "We're actually underage."
The owl started laughing. "It's fine. Come with me, I'll introduce ya to the place."
Don looked over to Hal and they both shrugged. "Why not?"
The owl walked out from behind the counter and out the door, followed by Hal and Don. He kicked the rock out of the way and let the door close and they crossed the road after Hal and Don dropped off the bags in the car.
The bar had once had a door, but it was gone now. Don and Hal looked up at the ceiling as they walked in because the entire thing and all the walls were covered in signed dollar bills tacked in place. It was a little room with no people in it, just a depressed looking female opossum that couldn't be over the age of 16 sitting in a small opening in one wall.
"What'll ya have?" the opossum asked, chewing loudly on a piece of gum and looking over the two new bodies.
"Jenny, we got two new bloods here. Set them up with a beer and a hot dog."
The opossum typed in the order without looking.
"That'll be nine dollars."
"I'll take care of it boys, you just wander 'round the back," The owl said pulling out a wallet.
The two thanked him and headed to a door labeled "The back."
They opened the door and light flooded into the small room. They stepped through and were outside in what looked like a junk yard. There was a large fire pit in the center and benches all over. A few rusted iron lamps hung above them as they walked over to a pick nick table and sat down. There were a few other people sitting alone, looking at their beers as they took a few swigs from time to time. The two just sat there trying to avoid eye contact with any of them.
After a few minutes the owl came out with two hotdogs and a pair of beers and set them down in front of the two.
"It's quiet now, but this place gets going when the sun goes down. The other bars only stay open incase this place fills up," he chuckled.
Hal and Don gave a sympathy laugh as they bit into their hotdogs which tasted like smoke with a little meat mixed in. Hal reached over for the beer and looked at it, feeling awkward about drinking in such a public place while being underage.
The owl just chuckled as he looked at the horse holding the beer in front of him. "Don't worry, no one's goin' ta arrest ya here. In fact, there's the sheriff now!"
Hal and don looked over at another horse tossing back the last of a beer.
"He's been drinking here since he was 16. Now relax and have a good time!" the owl said, chuckling again.
Hal took a sip of the beer and took another bite of his hot dog.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, me and the sheriff have some catching up to do."
Hal watched the owl as he walked over to the horse and patted him on the back, then looked over at Don, who was sitting still, looking straight forward.
"How much ash do you think they put in these hot dogs?" Hal said, laughing, gently elbowing Don in the arm.
Don just shushed him and discretely pointed in the direction he was staring. Hal followed the finger and saw a round figure with a missing his left ear covered up in fresh bloody bandages sitting with his back to them at another table across the bar.
"Oh shit..." Hal said putting his hotdog down. "What do we do?"
"Get the hell out of here," Don said, about to stand up before his eye was caught by the owl looking back at him.
"You boys finish those, they're good for you!" he said, laughing with the sheriff.
Don sat back down. "Eat fast, then get the hell out of here."
Hal shoved the rest of his hot dog into his mouth and downed half his beer. Don just watched in amazement as he finished chewing a bite. He tried to eat faster, but the horse already beat him.
"Ready?" Hal said, looking down at the coyote as he reached the half way point on his hot dog and took his first drink of the beer. "Guess not."
"I'm trying," Don said with his mouth full as he chewed. He gulped and took a big bite out of the hotdog.
Hal reached over when the owl wasn't looking and grabbed the beer and chugged half of it. Don finished off the hotdog and drank the rest of the bottle. They stood up to leave when they heard the owl yell.
"Now wait a minute!" he said, motioning them to come over.
They reluctantly walked to the owl.
"Now," the owl said, placing a wing on the sheriff's shoulders. "These two boys are visiting a relative. This is Hal, and I don't believe I caught your name," he said motioning to the coyote.
"Don," he said, periodically looking over the owl's shoulder at the bobcat.
"Well," the owl continued, "this is Sheriff Martin. Best damn sheriff around. Because he's the *only* damn sheriff around!" The horse and owl burst into laughter.
"Nice to meet you," Don said. "But we actually have to go. We were supposed to be back a while ago."
"Nonsense, just tell your relative that you were at the bar," The sheriff said. "If he's from around here, he'll understand. Hey, who is this relative anyway? I know everyone in the town."
"Uhh, we have to go now, sorry," Don said, backing away. "We'll have to pick up this conversation later."
"Not before I introduce ya to the rest of the bar!" The owl said turning around.
Hal's eyes got wide. "Oh, no, really, we have to go."
"Everyone!" the owl started to yell. Don watched at the gruff looking bobcat started to turn around. He heard Hal's hoofs quickly move away and he joined him. "This is Hal and Don. They're visitin' a relative in the area," the owl said, looking over and seeing the two disappearing behind the door.
The Bobcat squinted and almost fell off his stool as he turned back around.
"That's outf-towner's for you," the owl said to the sheriff. "Always leaving before the fun even starts."
The two raced out to the street as the bored looking opossum chewed her gum and watched them. They got in the car and Hal started it up and they drove off.
"Well, at least he saw a doctor?" Hal said, trying to calm his nerves.
"Just focus on staying on the road. You had a beer and a half," Don said, gripping the door handle as the car swerved into the other lane.
"Oh, sorry, I was looking in the rearview mirror. No one is following us," Hal said, getting back into his lane.
They drove back onto the ranch, after closing the gate and drove up to the house.
They dumped the bags off inside and Hal dug through the goods as Don sat down. Hal walked over to the reclining coyote.
"I'm sorry about before," he said, holding something behind his back.
"It's all right. It was kind of fun, and we didn't get caught. Or, at least we won't until she develops those photos and looks at them too closely."
"Well, I'm still sorry," Hal said pulling out the stuffed horse and giving it to Don.
"Aww, it's cute," he said taking the miniature Hal from him. "Come here," Don said, grabbing the horse's shirt and pulling him down into a kiss. "Now go set up the pool for me."
"With or without pants?" Hal said leaning back up.
Don looked down at the horse's bulge. "Without, but keep the underwear on."
Hal unzipped the shorts and pulled them off. His cock was almost to the point of falling out again as he lifted off his shirt too. He waved his hips a little in front of Don before digging around in the bag and pulling out the box with the pool in it.
"It'll be ready in a few minutes," Hal said sliding the hot pink, crumpled mess out of the box and walking out.
Hal moved over to the shadow cast by the water tower and unfolded the pool. It was just large enough for the both of them to sit in it comfortably. He found the air valve and started blowing. After five minutes, half the pool was inflated and the light headed horse took a quick break. Panting, he continued until he couldn't blow anymore and his cheeks hurt. He sat in the empty inflated pool and caught his breath with his eyes closed. He heard footsteps and the squeak of metal and the sound of rushing of water. The water stopped and the footsteps got close.
He felt the chill of the water on his stomach and crotch as the coyote poured the bucket over him. He shivered and looked up at the coyote in a swimming bikini from high school and a pair of aviator sunglasses as he let the last few drops fall on the horse.
"You brought your Speedo?" Hal said as the coyote walked over to the water tank again to fill up another bucket.
"My mom packed it, I guess. Worked out well," he said as he waited for the bucket to fill again. Hal looked down at his wet underwear stretched over his bulge as he sat in the inch of water. He stood up and took the full bucket from the coyote.
"Isn't this my job?"
Don smiled as he went over and sat in the pool of cold water. Hal poured the second bucket in, filling the water level a little higher before returning to the spout. Don relaxed against the inflatable sides of the pool, spreading his legs out, enjoying the feeling of the cold water on his underside as the horse dumped another bucket. His hidden eyes would wander to the horse as he bent over to fill the buckets, his paw covertly rubbed along the growing bulge on the side of his hip.
Slowly the water filled up to a nice level and Don dumped the bucket aside and walked over to the pool and stepped in. He sat down, raising the water level to the very edge before relaxing back and spreading his legs so that they rested on either side of Don. Don just smiled through his metallic sunglasses.
"I can't tell what you're looking at," Hal said, chuckling and waving his hand around to see if he could see any movement beyond the reflection of himself.
Don's smile just got a little wider as his foot moved over and pressed against the horse's bulge. He moved up and down the stretched package, making Hal moan as he spread his legs farther apart. His cock pulsed and grew, threatening to rip the fabric barrier. The coyote's toes pulled down on the small stretch of fabric, making the thick horse cock pop free and into the water.
Hal watched the reflection in the sunglasses as the coyote's foot ran down his cock and then back up. Don moved his foot under the stiffening rod and pulled it up out of the water. As it dripped in front of him, Don pulled down his own swimming suit, the tip of his cock poking out of the water.
Hal moaned as the coyote reach out and pulled his cock closer, making him slide between the legs of the coyote, their parts colliding. Don pressed his member into Hal's, gripping them together and rubbing them up and down, the water slickening the movement. Hal's cock squirted pre and it dripped down between the two stiff rods.
Hal pulled away, and shifted his legs, pulling his underwear down around his thighs and squatted over Don, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. Don felt his cock around under the horse until he hit his mark. Hal slowly slid down, letting Don's tip enter him. He bounded on the hard dick, making his own stiff member bob in front of Don's face as he leaned back. The coyote grabbed it and stuck it in his mouth and began to suck as the hose sat lower and lower on his cock.
The coyote felt his knot grow inside the warm horse as he sucked away. Hal lifted up and down on the slippery member in the water as he moaned. His muscular legs twitched as they held him up before resting back down on the thickening knot. He pulled himself up one more time before coming down and circling his hips on the coyote.
Don pulled Hal's cock out of his mouth and rubbed it against his soft chest.
"Cum for me, big boy," Don said, licking Hal's tip. He felt the horse's ass clench and his cock jumped in his paw. He held it still and felt the load of hot cum shoot onto his neck, each time Hal thrusting forward and tugging on his tied cock.
The coyote howled as he spilled his own load into the horse. Hal's cock dribbled his last few drops and he wrapped his arms around the coyote, leaned back and pulling him on top as he submerged his chest in the water. With Hal's softening cock between them, Don kissed the horse deeply as he finished unloading into his ass, cum dripping down from his chest into the water.
As Don leaned up from the horse, out of breath, he looked down at the cum floating in the water around them.
"You're so messy," Don said, wiping off the jizz still left on the soft cock on Hal's chest.
"Would you have me any other way?"
"Not a chance. But next time, we'll aim for outside of the pool," he said, swirling a finger around a large drop of cum floating nearby.
The coyote leaned forward again and gently pulled his softened knot out of the horse and laid down on his chest, wrapping his arms around him and listening to his heart beat. "Wake me up when your cock starts to get pruney," Don said, snuggling against the half submerged horse.
Hal wrapped his arms around Don and smiled, enjoying the cool water around him and the nice view of the coyote's ass.
Ok, this is all you get this week. More to come soon!
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Saguaro Sky - Part Four - Chip on the shoulder by Otter Miqmah
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Stud Exercise Program
Author's Notes: This one stands out a bit because I wrote it ages ago and only recently did a sequal to it. I need to do a more full update to it, but havne't had the time. Anyway, if Trevor and Sinclair don't quite come across as the same characters as they are now, that'd be why. This story is one of my very first.
Originally Posted: Sat, 1 May 1999 21:35:40 -0400 (EDT) on the Yiff List Revised Edition copyright 2003
Starring Trevor and Sinclair. Story and characters copyright to FuzzWolf. Features Male/Male oral sex.
Please comment! :-)
Trevor huffed and puffed and once again forced himself to keep going, bench-pressing another load of steel weights. He was still very concerned about his image as a studly foxie, and Martin Lonewolf had described studly as being buff as well as being horny. So, the yiffy foxie had decided to pump a little iron to buff up a bit. His mate was actually jealous that Trevor was pumping iron instead of him and decided to do something about it!
Sinclair had snuck into the small gym that no one had really noticed before and stood surveying the scene. Trevor was working out on one of those four-sided gyms that had different exercises on each side. At the moment he was in a lying position and working on the bench press side.
Even though the room was fairly large, the air was still thick with the musky scent of a sweating, male fox. Sinclair licked his lips as the scent hit him. It didn't take much to make him yiffy and his mate's smell was doing it. He felt a stirring begin in his sheath as he looked Trevor up and down. The fox was so into his workout, he didn't even notice Sinclair watching him.
Trevor was dressed in whatever workout clothes he could scrounge together. Most of it was from Butch's spandex gift bag. He wore a pair of tight spandex shorts that came down to mid-thigh on him. Maybe they were a little small for him because his impressive male bulge showed prominently at the front. The shorts were a lovely gay-ish purple colour, which went nicely with his tank top with "Straight Looking" written across it in pink letters. His red fur was darkened to almost maroon with his sweat and his muscles quivered with the strain.
Sinclair could stand it no longer. His mate was lying there panting, grunting, and sweating and he wasn't a part of it. He strolled over and sat on the bench, straddling it and facing the yiffy foxie. He grinned down at Trevor, but the fox looks a bit worried. He has a feeling his clearly-horny-as-hell mate is going to disrupt his workout. So, he vows that he will not succeed and he will finish the goal he set no matter what Sinclair does to distract him.
Licking his lips and grinning, Sinclair lays his hand on Trevor's thick lump. Trevor jumps a little at the touch, but keeps going. The wolf begins to slowly and firmly stroke and massage the front of Trevor's spandex shorts. His paw glides easily over the smooth surface as he gives Trevor's clothed sheath a little squeeze. Despite his best efforts to ignore what is happening, Trevor's lump starts to harden. Sinclair grins wider as he feels the sheath thicken in his paw. Gripping it tightly, he leans forward and works his head under Trevor's shirt. The fox's scent is so thick that Sinclair can barely breath. He loves it anyway and deeply inhales the fox's musk. With his head still under the hot shirt, he begins to lick the sweat off Trevor's furry chest. Sinclair strokes Trevor's hot sheath up and down with a slow rhythm through his tight shorts as he licks and gives small bites to his mate's hardened nipples. Sinclair moves up a bit and nuzzles his nose along Trevor's furry underarms, one arm at a time, where his scent is strongest.
Sinclair sits up, his own head now covered in sweat from the heat of Trevor's body. He strips naked while leaning on top of Trevor. Once bare down to his fur, Sinclair leans over Trevor, giving the fox a good view of his hard cock sticking out of his furry sheath. Sinclair brings it down, rubbing it along Trevor's spandex shorts. Sinclair can feel the heat of Trevor's cock against his through the shorts. He looks deep into Trevor's eyes for a second before sliding his way down again. He neatly opens the shorts up with one claw and pulls them from under Trevor's body. He holds them up for the fox to see as he puts the pre-cum stained crotch on his nose and sniffs deeply. Trevor still valiantly struggles to keep working the heavy steel stack up and down as his erect cock sticks straight out in front of him.
Without further ado, Sinclair leans down and takes Trevor's hot length into his muzzle. Trevor gasps loudly and bucks under Sinclair. His legs squirm around trying to find some grip on the smooth floor. Sinclair works his muzzle up and down Trevor's cock as fast as he can, pistoning up and down up and down. His muzzle begins to ache from the fox's thickness, but he keeps going. Every time he takes the length in, he gets a breath of Trevor's hot, sweaty musk as his nose rubs into Trevor's sheath-fur. That's what keeps him going every time, making him want to drive his face into Trevor's crotch while fully taking his cock. Up and down, Sinclair pumps away. Trevor's eyes water as he tries to keep his concentration. He pushes his arms up again, they ache. He feels his balls begin to ache too. He's been teased to ultimate hardness and badly needs a release. Trevor can't take it anymore, the heat, the sweat, and Sinclair's tight and hot muzzle on his maleness. Trevor's balls let go and he shoots his fox-juice deep into Sinclair's muzzle.
Trevor's eyes stream from the exertion, he pushes the stack of weights one last time in time with the last spurt of his orgasm. His body goes limp and he lies there panting for several minutes as Sinclair cleans the fox-cum off.
"Ooh" he moans, feeling every ache. If exercising could feel this good, he would have to do it more often! He grins up at Sinclair and asks if the big, gray wolf has an exercise program he'd like to try.
Sinclair smiles and looks to his own still-hard cock. "You can exercise me in the shower lover."
Sinclair helps Trevor up from the bench and the two head off to the showers paw in paw.
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Stud Exercise Program, Part 1 by FuzzWolf
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John looked down at Nora, surprised and shocked by what he had just done. He had always been so used to getting whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, and this included women. He had slept with many women over the years, but never had he forced a single one. They had always come to him, eager and willing. John was a rich, powerful, handsome man, and women had always been drawn to him.
When John saw Nora standing before his table at the saloon when she came to fetch her master, he knew he had to have her. He had never raped, let alone slept with any of his previous slaves. However, when he saw Nora, he felt something stirring within himself and couldn't resist the urge to have her. Everyone in the town was aware of James Thompson's gambling problem, and immediately John decided he would use it to his advantage.
At first John was very enticed by the idea of having such power over Nora and being her master. The thought of her staying just doors down from his bedroom, wearing the clothes he bought for her and serving him in any way imaginable caused an overwhelming desire within him. But now, staring at her, lying down on the bed with tears falling down her delicate face made him realize what a monster he had been that day.
"Nora...Nora, are you alright?" He placed his hand on her cheek, gently stroking it.
She shook her head slightly and tears continued to roll down her cheeks. John realized that she was still naked and had begun to shiver. Determined to make her more comfortable he gently lifted her up and pulled the covers from beneath her body. He laid her back down and covered her up, hoping she may not feel so self-conscious in front of him.
"Nora, I'm so sorry. What I did to you was wrong. I...I just completely lost control." Nora didn't answer, but instead rolled on her side facing away from him.
John realized it was not going to be so easy of a situation where she would just forgive and forget. Reluctantly he stood up from the bed and left the room.
Nora let out a small sigh of relief, thinking he had left her for good. She tried to go to sleep and forget about what happened that night, but the memory would not escape her. About a half an hour later she was interrupted from her thoughts by a soft tap on the door. She quickly sat up to see who it was. Slowly the door opened and Margaret walked in.
"Hello dear," the older woman said as she walked in the room. She went directly towards the closet and pulled out a long blue wrap. "I'm sorry if I woke you, but Master Harris has instructed me to run a bath for you. It is ready now." She walked up to the bed and held the wrap out for Nora. "Come along now." Nora took the wrap from her and sat up to put it around herself. She slowly pulled herself out of the bed and followed Margaret out of the room. It still hurt between her legs and she had to walk carefully. She didn't have far to go though for Margaret directed her to the room next to hers, which was the washroom. There was a large porcelain tub in the center of the floor, filled with steaming hot water and foaming bubbles.
Nora took off the wrap and dropped it on the floor. She noticed Margaret look between her thighs with a surprised look at the mixture of blood and semen. She assisted the young woman into the tub and then began to wash her hair.
"The master laid down with you, didn't he Nora," she said, more as a statement than a question.
"Yes, yes he did. I didn't want to Margaret. Well...at first I did, but then I didn't," she looked down at the water, feeling ashamed.
"Nora, I want you to know something. Master Harris is actually a good man. I know he must seem like such a horrible person for what he did to you. But I want you to know that he has never done this to any of the slaves before."
"How are you so sure?" Nora closed her eyes and relaxed as the woman's hands messaged her aching skull.
"Because Nora, we all talk. We all know the Master's business and each other's business. If he ever did this to someone, we would all know. You are the only one that he has ever had stay so close to his bedroom. Master Harris is different than other slave owners though. Never has he taken a whip or so much raised his hand to any of us. He acquired us all from other masters. Masters he knew wouldn't have taken care of their slaves so well as he would. Being a slave in the first place as you know Nora is a horrible existence. But at least he gave us something better than we had before."
"Did he put you up to this?" Nora sat up and turned around to face Margaret, wanting to see the look in her eyes. "Did he tell you to say all this?"
"No Nora. But when he came to fetch me to run a bath for you, I could see the look of sadness and regret in his eyes. He truly is sorry for what he's done. He thinks you are beautiful Nora, but unfortunately he let his desires come before thinking of the consequences."
Nora pondered what Margaret had to say and then laid back in the bath, trying to enjoy the rest of the hot water, before it turned cold.
Nora slowly awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside of her window. She smiled feeling the sun shining directly on her face. She knew it must be mid morning already and that she had slept in much longer than normal. But then she realized that she had been exhausted from what had just happened the night before and needed the extra sleep. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, wondering how to act when she saw Master Harris. She didn't have long to wait though because she heard a knock at her door minutes later and knew it was him. She expected him to immediately walk through the door like he had the day before giving her no privacy, but this time he knocked again.
"Come in," she answered, knowing she couldn't avoid him for much longer. She was a slave in his home and it was inevitable that she would have to see him.
He walked through the door holding a tray of food and appearing anxious. "Good Morning, Nora," he said approaching the bed. "I brought breakfast for you." He offered the tray to her, which she took and sat onto her lap. "May I?" he asked, gesturing to the end of side of the bed, indicating he would like to sit down.
Nora did not answer but simply nodded her head. She looked down at her tray, finding a cup of hot tea, pancakes with maple syrup and sliced peaches, all her favorites.
"I talked to you old mistress this morning, Mrs Thompson," he said appearing quite nervous. "She said these were some of your favorite foods. I hope you like them."
"Thank you," Nora said, barely above a whisper. She began eating and they were both silent for several minutes.
Finally her master broke the silence. "Nora, listen...I...I...I was wrong for what I did yesterday. I don't want to apologize for wanting you, because I still do. But I wish I did it on your terms. When you were ready."
Taking a last bite of her food Nora placed her fork back down on her tray and then bravely looked up at him. "You know what, this is really hard for me, but I forgive you. I believe in God and he forgave us for our sins and my mother always told me to forgive other people. So I will do that with you." Nora let out a sigh of relief. It had taken so much courage for her to say so, but she felt she had to get it out. What he had done to her may have been unforgivable in the eyes of many, but she just felt it was something she had to do.
"Thank you, Nora," he said, taking her hand and holding it within both of his own. "And I want you to know something. I'm not a horrible person. I can be a cocky jackass and think I can have any woman I want when I want. But what I did to you, I've never done that to any of my slaves before...ever. And I've never done this to another woman. You were the first, and it was unfortunate. Do you believe me?"
Yes, I actually do, Master Harris," she answered. She was surprised at herself that she was letting him stroke her hand and was actually beginning to enjoy it.
"Don't call me that," he said, sounding very serious. He let go of her hand and took a hold of her chin. "Nora, you will stay here with me on my plantation. But you won't be my slave any longer. You will just stay here as if it was your home. Which it is now. Since I'm not your master any longer, you can't address me as such. For now on, you're to call me John."
"John? Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Nora nodded her head in agreement and looked at John as he sat beside her, his hand still cupping her cheek still as he stared back into her eyes. Nora felt a shiver go down her spine as she realized that after all that had happened she still was attracted to him, just as he was to her. As if reading her thoughts, he slowing leaned into her until his lips were directly in front of hers. He softly grazed hers with his, giving her only a slight kiss. He then backed away and then stood up.
"I have to go and run some errands in town. Please, explore the house. It is yours now too." He then turned away and left the room.
Listening to him walk down the stairs Nora thought about what was to come in her future. She knew that something was bound to happen again between them, but next time it would be different. It wouldn't be Master Harris and his slave, but rather John and Nora.
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Meet Your New Master Ch. 03
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Petrocolus' Opportunity
Kits knocked on the door to the modest adobe house. Considering the way Petro carried on, Kits had assumed the residence would be palatial. Then again, maybe it was: bulls didn't live in packs and frankly Kits was still fuzzy on how much living space a single person needed. Plus, in the tigrine lands of Rao the thick adobe walls provided protection from the heat. Either way, the wolf was certain he had the wrong address until the deep lowing voice of the bull echoed through the door.
"It's unlocked."
Kits stepped in, looking around and sniffing the air. The place was definitely nicer on the inside. The room was big enough for maybe five people the size of him of Petrocolus, but every object inside screamed quality in the quietest voice it could. The furniture, rugs, and wall tapestries all carried the symbol of Petro's family and were clearly custom-made. All the fabric was plush enough Kits felt himself sink slightly into the carpet.
Sitting on the couch was Petro himself, looking even more smug than usual. The muscular bull was naked from the waist up, sweat sheeted over his muscular, brick-red hide. He grinned lazily at the wolf, reaching down to scratch his crotch. Kits wasn't sure whether the shorts were normal clothing or underwear, but either way they left nothing hidden. They were stretched tight over the bovine's muscular legs and massive balls, and Petro's copious, musky sweat had plastered the the thin fabric skin-tight. The entire place reeked of healthy, dominant adult male aurochs, with the barest hint of some recent fox sweat and semen beneath it. Petro grinned and waved Kits towards a seat.
Petro's smile widened a bit at how grimly and formally Kits sat. The wolf smelled power, sex, and dominance, and was on edge as a result, much to Petrocolus's amusement. He and Kits had a lot in common, which was good. If Petro understood him, then Petro could manipulate him. If Petro could manipulate him, then Petro could beat him. And it was a very short step from being beaten to being dominated.
Kits was worth dominating, too. It's not that Petro was indiscriminate (though he was), but that he appreciated the challenge. His cock hadn't dried from Taskei yet, but Taskei had never been a real challenge. A rough fuck, a couple grunted commands, and Taskei was just another collared trophy on his endlessly growing list. Kits, on the other hand, was dangerous. A head taller than the bull, just as muscular, and always ready to fight, the wolf would make far more...resilient prey. It would be a far better hunt; it would take strategy and skill to wear down and break a real male, not just...
Petro realized he had been the cause of an awkward silence while he had been lost in gleeful coup-counting. He glanced idly at the wolf, careful to hide the hungry gleam in his eye.
Kits was still sitting patiently, the comically-tiny textbooks on his lap. The heat was getting to him too: dark streaks of sweat variegated his shaggy, silvery pelt, and his own dominant aroma warred in the air with Petro's. Unlike the bull, Kits was unprepared for the heat. His heavyset, thick-furred lupine body struggled with the temperature, buried under jeans and a leather vest. Something about watching the canine sweat excited Petro; he imagined Kits' heavy sheath cramped up in a sweaty, awkward position, grinding against denim as it slowly swelled. With a soft snort Petro realized he could sate his curiosity, ease his guest, and make his opening gambit all in one move.
"So, ready to learn, Kits?"
The wolf nodded, replying slowly in heavily-accented Rao: "Aurochs is the one language I know least in."
Petro stretched back, relaxing his arms and taking up space to show off his size and musculature. "Well, if you want to speak like a bull you should dress like a bull. How about you get rid of that vest for starters? I know it must be miserably hot."
Kits nodded, pausing for a bit. Petro wondered if his Rao had been too complex for the wolf when he was rewarded with Kits shedding his thick leather vest, clearly relieved.
"Better?"
"Yes."
"There's more though I bet those jeans are real uncomfortable too. How about you toss 'em? They're made for cold climates anyways."
Kits paused, laying his ears back a bit and blushing. "I have no...covering there."
Petro stifled a snort of excitement. "It's fine! Bulls of the same household are naked around each other all the time. Like I said, dress like a bull, talk like a bull." Neither Kits nor Petro mentioned that it was something they had both seen of each other in the locker room dozens of times. To Kits this was on another's territory, the rules were different. To Petro, this time he was actually looking.
Kits nodded and slowly unzipped his fly, popping the button. Petro watched as dark grey, plump, sweaty wolf sheath spilled out, free of its cramped denim prison. It swelled a bit at the stimulation the sudden changes in temperature and pressure provided, and Petro eyed it curiously. He had dealt with fox penises before, the short, thick, knotty things they were. Were wolves' any different? Looking at the pendulous sheath, and balls that would be respectable on a bull, Petro decided that wolves were certainly larger, if nothing else.
It was Kits' turn to smile. Petro's balls were amazing, huge and plump even through the fabric, and the wolf was pretty proud to stand (or at least swing) toe-to-toe with a pair that wasn't dismissed out of hand.
"Enjoying of the view?" He teased his staring bovine compatriot.
Petro coughed and blushed a little in reply. "Just curious. We're shaped really differently." trying to recover, he threw in a small jab. "I always thought canines were smaller."
On the inside his blood sang with testosterone even as he flushed at being caught staring. Finally, a male that stood up to him! He had underestimated Kits, and that just excited him more. He felt his own sheath swelling in response, his pink tip sliding loose as his desire to fight and fuck rose within him. Kits winked dryly.
"Foxes are not wolves. Wolves are large, foxes not."
Petro smiled. "This is true. I should have kept the one I met at the bar here to keep us entertained. Then again he was a little worse for wear after I was done with him, and I'm not as thick as you. I bet you would've wrecked him past the point of being fun."
Kits grinned predatorily, his sheath swelling and a dark pink tip exposing itself as his train of thought became obvious. "It is hard to 'wreck' a mouth...or a hand..."
Petro nodded, quirking an eyebrow playfully. "I think between us we could wreck many things, Kits. Perhaps I could show you later?"
Kits nodded vigorously, his teeth bared in excited hunger. Petro chuckled internally. Just like him, all the same weaknesses. He hoped the wolf had enough self-knowledge that he would not fall on the first feint, it'd be disappointing to say the least. "For now let's crack a textbook and start you in on some basic info. Genders are what screw foreigners up the most." Petro stood up and sat down beside the big silvery beast, breathing the spicy odor of a healthy adult male wolf. He snorted softly at the scent, part primal fear at a meat-eater, part irrational, territorial fury at a male in his domain, and entirely in arousal.
Kits stood firm and still as the muscular red bull sat beside him, evening out the couch made lopsided by its original lupine occupant. He inhaled deeply of his host's scent, a much purer source than the rarefied territorial musk that permeated the place. The bull was close, hot, powerful, and vigorous. Every motion, sound, and scent reinforced that this was a bull in his prime. Kits was a predator; he instinctively knew that this was not the herbivore to fuck with. Of course, being Kits, this meant he wanted to fuck and fuck with the magnificent beast next to him all the more.
"Aurochs has five genders. I know that's hard for wolves to follow, you guys have...one? Two? Anyways, the genders determine pretty much every other aspect of the language. Verb conjugations, noun endings, even etiquette. We have male and female just like deer, but then we have 3 more. Neuter, Possibly Male, and Not-Male."
Kits tilted his head. "Seems to matter a lot being a man."
"Yeah, unlike every other race, our men earn their manhood. Deer get antlers and suddenly it's "Big Brother" this and "Father" that. Foxes and wolves get the title when they suddenly smell adult. Us bulls? We fight and bleed to become men." Petro's eyes glowed with zeal, his breath quickening and his sheath throbbing with passion gleaned from memories. Kits said nothing. He was foreign, not stupid.
Petro shook himself loose from his memories, being in the bloody ring of sand, looming over his opponent in victory, the branding, the wives, the slaves. He felt oddly homesick for a moment. It was strange that being so near a wolf was what made him feel most like he was home, around other males who'd battled and bled to be called as such. It was an odd mixture of pleasure and regret when he explained to Kits his status.
"You're a Possibly-Male. You'd be eligible for Testing, and if you succeeded you'd be a Male."
Kits' ears pricked. "If I fail?"
Petro coughed. Lust was making him stupid. Kits was a foreigner. Unlike everywhere nearby, where it was an open secret, Kits didn't know. Traditionally, Aurochs didn't speak about their holy rites to foreigners, especially when said rites were in violation of several treaties. Then again wolves had been forced to give up slavery after the Great War, so perhaps they had enough in common. Petro muttered the answer quick and low to his lupine student.
"You'd be killed in the ring, or gelded and made into a slave for the man who beat you."
Petro expected shock to register on the wolf's face, maybe disgust. The fact that Kits seemed unfazed bothered him a bit. What had the wolf experienced that made something universally despised (outside of Aurochs lands, of course) not even register? The wolf tilted his head.
"Is that the Neuter gender?"
Petro did his best to fight nonchalance with nonchalance.
"No, Not-Male. Neuter is for things that didn't ever have a chance to be male. Not-Male is for those that might have been but have proven not. Usually."
"Usually?"
"Well, foxes and gazelle are Not-Males until proven otherwise."
"That seems...racial? Is that the word? No, racist. That seems racist."
"Have you ever met a powerful, aggressive fox?"
Kits decided he didn't want Petro knowing the extent of his connections and shook his head.
"Exactly. And I mean, they take to being gelded like nothing happened at all." Petro clapped his heavy hands together, a thumping boom carrying surprisingly well through the adobe house.
The figure that answered the summons had the lithe athletic grace and buff coat color of a gazelle. As he stepped out of the shadows his features became clearer. A muscular but graceful neck led down a lean and elegant body, muscles delineated by simple virtue of having no fat at all. His pale front and contrasting black side-stripes gleamed in the low light of the room, so distracting that Kits took a moment to notice the other reflective portions of his body: a collar with Petro's family crest, silver-etched horns several earrings, a nose ring, and a captive hoop through the eyebrow. House Tipocidion liked its servants and its savings accounts to be partially based around precious metals, clearly. A well-trimmed goatee and equally-short breechcloth were the only other adornments to his form.
The gazelle knelt before Petro, looking downwards demurely, though given his height above him Kits could clearly see his tail flagged upwards and twitching in nervousness. Petro leered at his servant, savoring his fear, before glancing at Kits and grinning.
"See? They take to it like it's their natural state. Which it is, or at least should be." He turned to his servitor "Our guest looks hot. Fetch us some refreshments." Without a word the gazelle bounded off into the kitchen. Petro leaned back in, cracking open the book and turning to a page partway in.
"Anyways, even though there's five genders, you only need to be really familiar with three as a foreigner: Neuter, Male, and Possibly Male. I can only think of about a dozen words that use Female or Not-Male, and you can just rote memorize those. Aha! Here's the list. Just memorize these so we can skip past them and I can teach you a system that's actually consistent."
Kits nodded and accepted the book, brow furrowing as he bent himself to his task. Petro rose, walking into the kitchen to see to his slave Khelsam's work. The gazelle was quietly finishing up a pair of bowls of shaved ice doused in liquor, and looked up at his master expectantly. In private, away from the outsider's eyes, the gazelle had earned far more freedom than a proper slave would normally have. Petro snorted approvingly at his servant's gambit before pawing a bit at the floor with a bout of nerves and self-loathing. He had gotten soft. He was shaking in anticipation like some calf fresh into the ring; he'd been hunting easy quarry too long. When faced with a male that might put up a fight, even a stupid, naive oaf that Petro could think circles around, he was suddenly resorting to liquor and patience. What was he, a fox? He had hidden too long already; the only solution was to go out there and get that wolf whimpering and raising tail right this instant. With a firm, commanding glance at his slave he stepped out and took his seat besides Kits.
"Honors to your Herd, Sir. How being you?" It hadn't take Kits long to get impatient and read ahead.
"My wives and fields prosper, Unproved One. How are you?" Khelsam entered with the confections, placing them on the table and kneeling before them again. Kits blushed and fumbled for an answer.
"Niceness...?" Petro smiled with as little condescension as he could.
"I think you're looking for 'Good', it's got that vowel trio for a reason, pronounce all three. Also, have something to cool off."
Khelsam handed Kits one of the bowls, then the other to Petro. Petro bit into his mix of ice and liqueur with relish, knowing the one Kits had been handed was several chemicals stronger. Though given this most recent example of poor reading comprehension this whole attack plan was starting to seem superfluous. He nodded at the gazelle, who gracefully slid over and placed his head into Kits's lap. The silvery lupine froze as Petro's slave gently nosed his heavy, sweaty balls, eyes closed and mouth open to savor the scent of wolf. Kits looked at Petro nervously, making Petro crack a broad grin.
"A good bull is a good host. While you may not be a man in my people's eyes, it's obvious that you have...needs. My slave has quite a bit of experience tending to them. I can tell you'd be far more relaxed and able to learn if you-" Petro stopped, grinning. Kits wasn't listening to him right now.
Instead the wolf had a horn of Khelsam's gripped firmly as he slowly ground his sweat-stained, musky sheath against the gazelle's face, both of them moaning. Petro leaned back, adjusting himself before snorting once, deeply and commandingly. Without even having to turn his head, Khelsam's hands slid over to begin massaging his owner's prolific testicles and ample sheath, his moans muffled by his face being buried in wolf junk. Petro intended to have Kits choking on his cock by the end of the night, but it would be obscene to not have his own slave at least paying token service to his maleness.
Kits snarled softly, feeling a little dizzy, likely from the wonderful feeling of a soft, warm tongue lapping respectfully against his sheath as it filled out. This gazelle had indeed been trained exceptionally well, though his long, narrow licks betrayed that most of his experience was with bovine dicks. No matter. The wolf snarled softly, eyes shut, gripping Khelsam's horns in both hands. He would educate the lithe little herbivore until that beard was spiked with semen a dozen times over. As the next lick neared his tip he suddenly steered his loaned slave down hard onto his half-erection.
Khelsam whined softly in surprise as he felt his mouth impaled on the thick lupine cock, his jaw stretching to accommodate a far thicker manhood than he was used to. He tasted salt, sweat, and the terrifying tang of a predator, an instinctual fear of a hunter far more simple and brutish than his master surging through his body. It wasn't the same as Petrocolus was now, but it was far too similar to how Petrocolus was the first time, when he had been caught. His back arched and his rump lifted in fearful submission, his hands massaging the heavy grenades of his master with renewed fervor. The warm, pliable skin and the huge orbs within stirred at his nervous touch, making his master grunt in desire.
Petro chuckled."You sure got my slave respecting you in no time. You do this often?"
Petro rested his hands behind his head, one of Khelsam's hands sliding up past his testicles to respectfully grip the hard bovine shaft that had erupted from the ball massage. The subservient gazelle began slowly jacking the man that had enslaved him, the bull's copious fluids making an already-familiar job nearly effortless. The dark red hide rippled slightly as Petro began lazily thrusting into his slave's hand, hips rocking with easy, powerful motions against the tight ring Khelsam provided.
"Sometimes. You?" Lust or unfamiliarity kept the words short and simple.
Kits snarled and looked skywards as he too began thrusting, his painfully-hard wolfhood begging to be forced down Khelsam's throat. The gazelle beneath him was gasping and grunting as each fresh piston of the metallic wolf's hips filled his mouth and stopped his breath. The slave wriggled in excited lust, tail flagged up high out of primal fear of a predator, and respectful habit for his master. Kits licked his chops curiously. Which end would feel better? Especially sitting down, since the room seemed a bit unsteady now.
"Only when I can't convince a fresh slut to come home from the bar with me. Khelsam's my plan B." The crimson bull grunted.
Petro snuck a look at his prey. The wolf was quite attractive, even drugged, horny, and stupid. Especially drugged, horny, and stupid. The brute was panting now, tongue lolled out, thrusting flawlessly but reeling from one side to the other. Khelsam rocked in time with him, eyes squeezed shut in lust and concentration, his pale face darkened by sloppy layers of wolf pre. It took his name being spoken to make him immediately snap to attention, though he could do little more than keep eye contact as his horns were used to drag him up and down the thick, salty wolfcock he was held to.
"Hey Kits, how about we lay him out so we can share him. Which end do you want?"
The wolf turned drunkenly, slobbering a bit in lust and a bit in inebriation. His eyes didn't quite focus as he parsed the question and then thought on it. With an animal snarl (or perhaps a spoken command in his native tongue, it all sounded the same to Petro) he tugged Khelsam onto the couch, sloppily mashing Khelsam's face into Petro's erection. Khelsam obediently went about worshiping the cock in front of him, all the men in the building of equal caliber to him at this point. Petro paused to moan long and low as the hot muzzle of his slave, already made slick by thick wolf pre, wrapped around his own painful erection. Khelsam's rump was up and presented, tail lifted invitingly: the gazelle had forgotten he was wearing anything at all, clothing an item for modesty his master rarely required. Kits stared at it a moment before sliding it off roughly, making Khelsam squeal a little in anticipation and fear. Petro idly gripped his slave's horn as Kits slid in close, curious.
Kits pressed his nose to Khelsam's taint, sniffing curiously as his wet nose brushed the scars Petro had left when he had gelded Khelsam. Then he nosed up further underneath the slave and between his legs, curious at the erection. The big wolf slobbered curiously at the bovid's crotch, his tongue so large compared to the slave that Khelsam felt his entire cock, sheath, and inner thighs basted in drugged wolf saliva from a single curious lick.
"If they're gelded after adulthood they retain a lot of male traits, like the beard." Petro doubted Kits would remember that information in the morning, but the dopey canine looked so bumpkinish that the bull felt the need to educate him.
Kits nodded and pulled back up, pressing his slimy cock down so that its angle matched the eagerlyffered rump of the slave and pressed against the tight ring. Khelsam moaned softly around the cock inflating his throat in pain. His master was much more tapered than this rough beast, and he had too-eagerly sucked the thick wolf pre off the rod boring into him now. The combination left him unprepared and painfully stretched, making him clamp down in fear. Kits snarled and simply redoubled his sloppy efforts to mate with the graceful herbivore beneath him. Brute force quickly won out over care or grace and Khelsam threw his head back in a moan as far too many inches of girthy, veiny wolf dick jammed themselves into him.
Petro grunted in annoyance, disciplining his slave with a hard yank back down onto his cock. Khelsam obeyed, looking up apologetically as Kits began plowing the poor slave, whatever coordination in lovemaking he had washed out by the roofies he had been slipped. Instead all that was left was a wolf bone sized to compete with Petro's package, and several hundred pounds of enthusiastically lusty wolf. The gazelle moaned and wriggled as his prostate was mashed, the most effective way of getting him off, and one only bulls had ever given him before. Khelsam gulped hungrily at the dripping, slimy cock in front of him, the exotic pleasure at receiving it from both ends driving him wild as his ass was pounded into the sofa.
The grey wolf had worse and worse posture the longer he fucked, forcing Khelsam down and with him the only thing propping the wolf up. Soon Khelsam was flat on the couch, moaning and whimpering with each slimy new thrust into his guts, a huge shaggy pile of muscle and lust bonelessly atop him. The only motion from either was the erratic but brutal pounding the wolf doled out, balls slapping juicily against where Khelsam's were missing. Petro yanked the gazelle's face on and off his cock with calm practice, staying hard and eager, but not letting himself get too close to orgasm. That he was reserving for the wolf's face.
Kits snarled in frustration. He could feel his orgasm, off in the distance, not getting any closer the longer and harder he pounded the eagerlyffered ass beneath him. He could feel the burning in his balls, that wonderful ache of release, just out of reach. Like a nightmare, no matter how wildly he galumphed down the corridor towards his goal, it never became any closer.
"Having trouble finishing?' Petro loomed over his guest, a broad, mocking grin on his face as his own slimy pizzle swayed in front of the wolf.
"Shut up." the wolf drunkenly slurred, followed by more detailed commentary in his native tongue. The entire time he continued reaming Khelsam, the lithe slave whimpering and squeaking tiredly beneath him.
Petro gripped his aching, eager cock, and firmly scraped it clean of all his accumulated pre, rubbing his first two fingers slick with the accumulated fluids of his slave's mouth and his potent balls. He immediately set about renewing his supply by gripping Khelsam's face and ramming his cock back down his throat. He also leaned in with his slickened fingers to grope the wolf's ass. He savored the feel of spring-taut muscle flexing with each thrust into his slave between them, the nervous fluff of fur as some dim understanding flared in the wolf's eyes. He grinned as he felt Kits snarl and clamp his tail down against the invading digits, too drugged or busy to bring anything else into play. The wolf's asshole was hot and squeezed shut tighter than a fox's, resisting the bull's attempt to take advantage of him.
Of course, Petrocolus of Tipocidion, fucking successful dom bull, had never been stopped by lack of consent before, and just because his target was bigger and meaner than his usual fare was hardly something to give the bull pause. That was the entire reason he was targeting the wolf! With a soft grunt of exertion and a well-lubed twist from years of practice, Petro wormed two digits up under his quarry's tail, sliding deep and stretching him roughly.
Kits bayed loud and low, too drunk to even yelp without slurring, and leapt forwards in shock. Khelsam yelped in surprise as the wolf's throbbing meat was suddenly much deeper than moments before. Like some obscene Newton's Cradle, Khelsam was silenced as Petro's cock was forced painfully down his throat, burying the gazelle's face in the sparse, fragrant pubic fur of his master. Petro, completing the circuit, thrust forward with his hips, bellowing in lust as his dick pulsed thick ropes of his bovine cum down Khelsam's throat. Khelsam whimpered: the salty, gelid seed of his master was a hot salve on his bruised throat and sore jaw. Petro's bellow of lust turned into a roar of frustration halfway through. That was supposed to be on and in that damned wolf!
The huge paw wrapped around his throat as Petro raged internally.
"Take that..." the wolf moaned, whether from drugs or the violated rump Petro couldn't tell. "...take 'em out!"
Kits was in no position to be making demands. If he were any more doped up he'd be prepped for surgery, and Petro was pretty sure in an even match he could beat the wolf.
"You like that, don't you? A real man inside you, making you-hgrk."
This wasn't an even match, however. The wolf had two hands to his one, and the bull was in an awkward position, tired after his orgasm. Also, the wolf's grip was tightening rapidly. Petro grudgingly pulled out of the wolf, ears burning as his throat was released. He was justifiably angry with himself, he had screwed up terribly, first going too slow and then too fast. He had let his balls plan the attack rather than plant the flag of his victory, and he should have known better.
But Kits? He hated Kits right now. He wanted to swing his horns and split the wolf open like an overripe melon. He wanted to tie the son of a bitch up, suspend him from the ceiling, and saw off his balls. He wanted the bastard broken, blubbering, a pretty little gelded slave like Khelsam except a hundred times more submissive and abused. It took all of his willpower to speak calmly.
"I was just checking. You're everything my client is looking for." Petro lied smoothly.
"Whuh?" Kits quirked his head, clearly not a threat to anyone's intellectual superiority.
Petro smiled, keeping the gritting of his teeth quiet. "Well, I find you attractive, hence the invitation, but the way you rode Khelsam convinced me you'd make a great dom for pay. I did it for this one guy a couple times for a lark. He's never been able to replace me with a satisfying dom, but I bet you'd do a great job at it." All true, and all plausibly deniable. "I know you can always use more cash, right?'
Kits nodded...slowly. He was starting to sober up.
"How about I give you his address later? For now, you probably want to finish up."
The wolf nodded. His cock ached for release, and as much as he hated to admit it, those thick bovine fingers had known where to push. He snarled and gave another rough thrust into Khelsam, the gazelle's moan silenced by Petro's cock. The bull grunted in a mixture of pleasure and disgust, before brightening as he realized the perfect punishment for Khelsam.
"Hey Kits. There room for another in there?"
"In Khelsam?"
The bull snorted lewdly. "Yeah. I did promise to help you wreck something earlier tonight. I think I know what now."
Khelsam whimpered in fear, eyes shut as his master's cock was slowly pulled from his lips. He didn't struggle as Kits rolled onto his back, reaching down to spread his graceful legs. Petro got atop him, the heavy weight of such a muscular bull mashing him down into the equally-muscular wolf beneath him. He was pressed hard between two sweaty, horny, aggressive males who each had something to prove. He moaned softly as the wolf wriggled a bit within him, making room for his master's rehardened length.
Petro moved in between his slave's legs, lining up his cock and pressing in with as much delicacy as a man hammering railroad spikes. Like so many times before, he would pour out his fury into his gelded gazelle bitch. This time though, he pressed his muzzle against Kits's and kissed him passionately. The bull hated the wolf and wanted him all the more for it. He wanted to feel that grey-furred body quivering under him, wrecked and pathetic and mewling for more. Every thrust he drove brutally into his slave was one he dreamed of ramming down that wolf's helpless throat. Khelsam squished and moaned submissively as he was reamed by two cocks too large for him. Petro imagined Kits making that sound, defanged and declawed and deballed, yet another trophy for the bull.
Kits returned the kiss eagerly, his slobbery tongue grinding against Petro's broad one. The bull was after him in some way, he wasn't sure how, but it thrilled him. He reamed in tandem with the bull, pulse racing from adrenaline and desire. Steven didn't deign to fight, to prove himself. Petro wanted to dominate the wolf, to beat him down and show himself the more powerful male. Kits knew in his bones getting involved was a terrible idea, but his balls ached with the excitement of challenging another male. This was what he lived for, why he couldn't live comfortably as a respected gamma in some pack: he needed competition, and the raw buzz of victory, dominance, and sex that it brought.
Khelsam wasn't there. His body was certainly being plowed by two vicious, hung guys in a dick-measuring contest, but to them he was nothing more than a fleshy sex toy to be fucked raw and discarded, and he loved it. These were virile, dominant males, and no matter how much it hurt as those veiny, drippy rods pistoned inside him, it felt even better to be the wastebasket for their semen. In their minds they were fucking each other, but their balls would empty into him.
Petro panted and mooed, his hands groping the muscular wolf all over: feeling those hefty balls, the surging muscles in the legs. His own balls ached for a chance to empty themselves again, driven to boastful fullness by the wolf beneath him. The thick musk of the aroused wolf was grinding onto his slave, taunting him with a challenge just by existing. Petro felt his balls drawing up, reaffirming his control by filling his bitch with the physical emblem of his virility. He groaned and grunted, sweating in the strain of venting every last bit of rage into Khelsam.
Kits groomed Petro's neck, perversely affectionate. The salty taste of a dominant male burned on his tongue, reminding him he was the interloper, the challenger. He felt those stubby fingers that had been inside him roaming all over his body, cupping his balls and pawing at his knot still in his sheath. He snarled and whined in excitement, slowly, painfully feeling his body overcome whatever the barrier to orgasm had been. His knot slid loose and he heard Khelsam cry out in fear and Petro snort in surprise. Neither had touched many canine dicks.
Khelsam felt that...fist of hot meat battering at his body and tried vainly to relax. That thick wolf rod was going to be inside him! He wriggled helplessly as it felt like a heated softball was forced into his ass. His cry of pain as it forced him open and slid in was suddenly replaced by a whine of release as his prostate was beaten into surrender. His tiny, sterile orgasm was easily dwarfed just by the sweat these guys were putting out, but he felt his body spasming reflexively anyways. His minimal ejaculation was almost immediately lost in the soupy, musky haze of fluids and scents the two jocks sandwiching him had produced.
Kits arched his back as he roared and came hard, gripping Khelsam roughly. He was knotted in and couldn't move himself, but Petro's (tightly squeezed) cock was still thrusting into his slave, and that caused more stimulation than Kits had ever felt. He yelped and shook as load after load of his searing cum spurted into the gazelle.
Petro suddenly felt his tight little slave turn into a vice, and the hot, tight crevice suddenly turn goopy with wolf semen. He bellowed in perverse lust, imagining all that wolf spunk his cock was bathing in. It made him furious and aroused all at once, and he eagerly dove into his own orgasm to fill his slave with his semen. He flexed and pulsed as he came, trying to milk himself of every drop of semen, filling his slave with a slurry of wolf and bull DNA that would lay testament to his superiority.
Khelsam whimpered as he felt his innards ballooning with the soupy, slimy jizz of the two men. The wad of flesh at the base of Kits's cock had sealed him closed. He had spilled a drop yet. He writhed a little in discomfort. The feeling was only worse when both men, satisfied with their conquest, relaxed and lay there, smooshing Khelsam even worse than before. Slowly, he heard the wolf, and then the bull begin to snore. He was trapped here, filled with the spunk of two furious, dominating males. He allowed himself a soft squeal of pain before he began planning tomorrow.
His master would certainly want breakfast, as would his guest. They might also want a repeat of tonight. And he should write the contact information for the man who paid to be dommed...Shiro was it? His master also had an afternoon class, so he should have lunch ready at noon sharp...
Khelsam had been broken in quite well, but then, Petrocolus always knew what he was doing.
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Text: Janelle had been a vegetarian since middle school, but it just didn't seem as attractive anymore. The rebellious idealism of her youth gave way to a combination of practicality and apathy as she started her senior year. She had, in fact, been a very disciplined eater for as long as she could remember; controlled proportions and healthy, organic foods exclusively. Over the course of the summer, though, it began to become more of a nuisance than anything else. She had a new group of friends, a little more popular and wild than the typical book-smart crowd she had formerly associated herself with. She wore skimpier clothing and grew out her hair out of an implicit desire to fit in. The final change she made to herself came after countless summer instances of everyone heading to McDonald's or similar, and her feeling left out.
"Eat, eat!" chanted her two friends from across the table. She sat alone on the other side of the restaurant booth, staring down a giant gourmet burger. She had resolved to give up her strict eating habits, and confessed such to her friends. They were so excited, they headed to the nearest dinner place and immediately began the initiation ceremony. Janelle wrapped her hands around the hamburger, lifted it up to her face, and took a giant bite. Her chin messy with sauce and her cheeks stuffed full, she managed to exclaim a muffled, "Delishsh!" A girl, watching, smiled from a distant table.
That night she came home late and jumped into bed. The preceding event had had a more profound effect on her than her friends realized. It took her a little longer to get to sleep that night -- she found it difficult to stop thinking about that giant burger that tasted so amazing. For years her taste buds had become accustomed to relatively bland food, her stomach to relative emptiness. The burger had been an atom bomb of ecstasy, and she couldn't get it out of her mind.
The next day kicked off Janelle's last year of school. After getting packed up and ready to have breakfast, she opened the cupboard and took out the granola cereal. She poured enough to fill her bowl halfway, her usual stopping point. But this time, for some reason, she continued to pour until it touched the brim. She poured the milk and, oddly enough, decided to heavily sprinkle her breakfast with sugar.
Janelle sat down at the table to eat. The instant she passed the halfway point, she felt a warmth and tingle inside of her. She became slowly more and more excited as she kept eating the filling meal, going ever farther past where she should have stopped. She finally lifted the bowl and downed the rest of its contents, letting out a soft burp to conclude the meal. She had a grin on her face she couldn't get rid of as she left home.
Janelle's stomach was feeling disappointingly empty after her first period. As she walked to her next class, she noticed something that she never noticed before: a snack vending machine. She just never paid attention to it until now. She studied the machine's contents before deciding on a Snickers candy bar. Oddly enough, she noticed three Snickers came out of the machine. She realized that she must have, for some reason, put in a dollar-fifty and pressed the button several times.
Her next class was a bore, so she decided to eat her candy. The first bite was more delicious than she could have ever imagined. The pure pleasure of the experience overwhelmed her, and it took her only a single, huge bite to fit the rest into her mouth.
"Excuse me," said the teacher harshly. Janelle lifted her head from the desk. The room was emptying. Momentarily startled at the chocolate mess around Janelle's lips, he then said sternly, "Miss, if you can't stay awake in class, you need to find a different period for this subject. I won't tolerate this. And clean up your mess." He pointed to the four empty candy wrappers on Janelle's desk. Four? Janelle apologized and did as she was told, then joined her friends for lunch.
"She gave up her diet!"
"Really?"
"Yep, we saw her eat a monster burger at Blaine's with our own eyes."
Janelle blushed and confirmed it. "It's just not a big deal to me anymore, I guess," she said. "And that meat was really, really good." With everyone's gaze on her, she took a bite of the meatloaf on her tray. The physical proof made everyone exclaim in excitement. But Janelle herself felt excited about what she had just put in her mouth. The sub-par food that everyone detested, Janelle was getting a thrill about eating. "Mmm, wow!" she said, temporarily confusing the entire table. Ryan stood up.
"In honor of this event, I submit that we all make the ultimate sacrifice and donate our meatloaves to Janelle's cause. It's the least we can do!" Almost immediately, meatloaf after meatloaf arrived on Janelle's plate. Janelle's heart started beating faster, her head swimming. As she blushed, her friends thought she was just embarrassed. In actuality, she was more bewildered and excited than she had ever been in her life. Ryan intended the whole thing to be a joke, but by the end of lunch, she had eaten all eight entres.
It seemed like the more profoundly delicious food she had, the more she wanted. A short time after every meal, she'd feel the need to get another fix -- to taste such wonderful things and fill herself up again. But the snacks themselves became larger as well as more frequent. After finishing what she had, her mind's voice saying "I can't stop now, I need more, I'm not that full yet!" would nag at her until she succumbed.
The next week, she arrived at first period and sat down. Her perpetual eating sessions had added to Janelle's size. Her tight, white pants made a slight stretching sound as she bended. Her ass had grown a bit. Her waist seemed to balloon slightly above her beltline, like the top of a muffin. Her tight top was even tighter, and it's slight tendency to ride up required that she constantly pull it down straight. Although such things might be a nuisance to some, it was her growing body that ended up thrilling Janelle the most.
She put her bookbag down and, arching her back, used her hands to push back her long hair. Janelle's breasts had grown a bit, and her arching motion prominently displayed their new girth, which she could feel against her bra. Even with her back fully arched, she could feel her belly press lightly against her belt. Every time she shifted in her seat, her mildly bulging thighs and ass fighting to escape her pants made a noise like stretching fabric.
Janelle yawned and proceeded to remove the books from her bag. Soon after, she retrieved her candy cache for the period and became lost in her snacking ritual.
When she went to bed that evening, she took with her a full pint of rich ice cream. The pint was empty, and Janelle's cheeks and lips stained with chocolate, when she finally fell into a dream...
Janelle was dancing to loud hip-hop music, amidst a sizeable group of people in the middle of a house party. Various partiers cheered her on as her assets bounced and shook with the music. In the loudness and relative darkness, a female classmate of Janelle's emerged from the crowd, carrying a huge, gallon-sized milkshake. The classmate had a mystical, knowing expression on her face, something she had always felt seeing her in class. Janelle accepted the milkshake excitedly, but was afraid to partake while everyone would watch her do something so ridiculous. Her fears were put to rest when the crowd shouted cheers of encouragement. "Down that drink! -- Make that ass bigger, baby! -- Drink it, grow! Drink it, grow!"
She slowly raised the giant glass to her lips, closed her eyes, and let the thick ice cream flow into her. She suddenly saw herself in third-person. She watched as her tan upper arms began to plump up slowly, her sparse freckles spreading out a bit. Her breasts started to compete for space as they swelled out, creating what looked like tight spheres of cloth from what once was a bit wrinkled. Her belly and waist began to push out from over her belt. Her ass and legs swelled even more quickly than the rest of her. Her pants became tighter and tighter, stretching and stretching in an attempt to contain what were quickly becoming massive thighs. As she finished off her milkshake, the seam on one side of her pants finally gave way, and tan thigh-flesh poked out of the new opening.
Everyone cheered, and she began to dance once again, her body now jiggling like crazy with her new thick girth. Her ass wildly swayed with every step of her feet, and her new, big breasts bounced heavily. She had the biggest smile between her slightly plumper cheeks, when Ryan suddenly emerged from the crowd of onlookers.
"Janelle, you drank that whole thing!" he yelled.
"What are you talking about? I only drank one, and look how big I am now.." she said seductively as she ran her hands up the exaggerated curves of her brand new hips. She immediately felt more sexy, more attractive, more confident. A surge of energy swept through her, and she felt something welling up.
"I'm sooo..."
She grew a bit, tearing the other side of her pants and causing her top to ride up.
"... much ..."
She grew even more, her breasts so big that her top tore slightly between them. Her arms plumped up and her tan belly puffed out even more.
"... BIGGER!"
She felt a surge of growth and realized she was now eye-level with the formerly-taller Ryan. Her torn top liberally showed off her heavy, prominent breasts, and completely left her expanded belly bare. Her pants struggled to maintain status against the onslaught of her heavy, mammoth thighs. The curve of her back to her giant butt was comically exaggerated. She reached out her puffed out arms and caressed her new frontal assets adoringly.
"Bigger!" she cried, but nothing happened. "You need more of it to grow," said the girl who had given her the first milkshake. She was holding another. "Mmmm more milkshake, more and more," Janelle thought as she snatched it from the girl's hands.
She downed the giant shake, music all around her, the feeling of expansion enveloping her. Her arms fattened, her breasts ballooned, her belly swelled, and her ass inflated behind her. She felt bigger and bigger, dwarfing everyone else at the party with how huge and fat her body was becoming. Her mind chanted "Bigger, fatter, more and more!" over and over again, before she woke up orgasming.
Another week passed, and Janelle's real-life eating habits had taken an even more ravenous turn. Every time she ate and pushed herself to eat more and more, she imagined herself getting bigger. Sometimes she would suck her belly in and start to eat, slowly arching her back and puffing out her belly as she ate, trying to capture the thrill she felt in her dream. Every day her clothes became slightly tighter, and she had to struggle more and more to keep them on her slowly swelling body.
On Thursday, Janelle arrived at first period, wearing a way-too-tight T-shirt that was stretched so much across her front that the jiggling of her breasts and belly were extremely evident. Every step of her feet made a heavy sound on the ground, and shot up a wave of forced that caused her thighs and butt to bounce and shake. She was truly becoming a big girl.
She sat down in her usual spot, but was surprised to see that girl, the girl from her dream, sitting next to her. Usually the girl, a mildly-goth-looking type, sat far in the back. "Hi," she said to Janelle.
"Hi," Janelle said. Normally her recent personality was very outgoing, but she felt shy around this girl. As she got out her snacks for the period, the girl said, "My name's Olivia. I got you some."
Olivia took out several candy bars from her bag and set them on Janelle's desk. "I want to help," she remarked, looking at Janelle. Janelle was extremely confused, her mind racing. "I.. I don't think I need it," she said, staring at her desk.
Olivia took out a mirror and started to touch herself up. "Trust me, I'll help you get to the point where we can really make things happen."
Still unsure and disbelieving about what this girl could really know, Janelle said, "Help me get..?"
"Bigger," Olivia interrupted, suddenly turning to look into Janelle's eyes. Janelle immediately heard the sound of fabric stretching all over herself. Her ample butt inflated under her, lifting her up. Her breasts swelled out against her T-shirt, eliminating the last of its wrinkles and replacing them with smooth, spherical curves. Her big thighs spread out past the sides of her chair, and as she shifted to get comfortable she could feel her belly slightly resting atop them. Janelle looked around with her eyes nervously, but there wasn't anyone yet nearby to notice the supernatural event that had just spontaneously fattened her. "But I can only work with what I have. In a few days, we can get you to where you're ready to fulfill your desire."
Janelle just sat in silence, mouth slightly ajar, unsure of what to say. "Eat, silly!" said Olivia, and practically shoved one end of a candy bar into Janelle's mouth. Janelle nervously giggled and started eating her stash, still completely shocked about the fact that her fantasies were coming true, and soon she'd be able to grow as big as she wanted. The chocolate tasted better than ever.
All day, Janelle couldn't get her encounter with Olivia off of her mind. As she headed to her car after school, she turned her cell phone on. There was a waiting voice message.
"Hey Janelle, this is Olivia. Meet me behind the cafeteria after school."
Janelle showed up to the meeting spot, and Olivia looked overjoyed. "I'm glad you decided to come! You're going to get so big and fat with my help," she said. Janelle smiled and blushed. "I hope so," Janelle said happily.
"Follow me!" Olivia chirped. They walked over to the back door of the cafeteria's storage area. Olivia hovered her hand over the padlock on the door. "Watch this," she said. She closed her eyes and appeared to concentrate. Suddenly the lock simply popped open, and Olivia made a gleeful sound. They both entered the dark area and flipped on the lights. The room was full of row upon row of boxes of food. Janelle stared in wonder at the hundreds of packages of baked goods and candy. "Are you hungry?" Olivia asked, grinning.
"Yes!" Janelle replied enthusiastically.
"Do you want to grow? Do you want to get really, really big?" Olivia said.
"Hell yes!" Janelle exclaimed.
Olivia went to one of the boxes. "Mmm, I bet you like cheesecake!" Olivia said. Janelle nodded and smiled. Olivia removed the tray and handed it to Janelle. "Eat up! The faster you eat the sooner I can make you grow." Janelle nodded understandingly and grabbed one of the slices of cheesecake. She began to eat it voraciously, as if each piece was just a slice of pizza. She felt so excited after finishing it, and even more-so as Olivia approached her with a medium-sized frosted cake. "Happy birthday!" Olivia joked. She grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed as much as she could into Janelle's mouth. Frosting got all over her face.
But at this point, Janelle wasn't smiling. She just wanted to eat everything. She took the cake piece and shoved it into her mouth, trying to get as much of the frosting on her face at the same time. "Go get more!" Janelle commanded, as she dove her hands into the cake and began eating like crazy. Olivia laughed and fetched a box of chocolate bars, and began unwrapping them while Janelle finished off her cake.
Janelle just kept eating all the delicious things she could ever want, filling herself with more and more of what she craved. She ate cookies, brownies, cupcakes, muffins, pies, and donuts, each time demanding more and more food. Some unexplained force prevented her from feeling uncomfortably full. After a half an hour of eating as much as she could, as fast as she could, the girls heard a noise at the other end of the room, near the front entrance. "Damn!" Olivia whispered, "Someone's coming." They both ran out of the building giggling.
Olivia walked Janelle to her car. "Alright, I want you to eat as much as you can this week. Way more than usual. Don't listen to what anybody says about it. This Saturday you'll make use of it." Janelle nodded and they parted ways.
Throughout the next day, words of discouragement turned into words of encouragement for Janelle. Every time someone would remind her of how much she was eating, she would think, "I need to eat even more!" Every time someone would warn her that she would grow big and fat, she would think, "Yeah I know... I can't wait!" She ate twice as much as ever, downing extra helping after extra helping, drinking twice as many glasses of chocolate milk and soft drinks.
Finally, on Saturday morning, Olivia gave Janelle a call. She invited Janelle over to her house and told her how to get there.
Janelle arrived at Olivia's, and Olivia was already preparing things. Candles were lit all throughout the room, which was slightly dim due to the shut curtains. "Did you eat as much as you could"? asked Olivia."
"So much, Olivia! I think I've already grown a little bit from all the delicious food I've eaten," Janelle replied. Olivia walked over to Janelle and hovered her hands over her chest. She closed her eyes, and Janelle felt a warmth spread through her body. Olivia brought out a giant box of cupcakes.
"These will help instigate the growth. Eat these and to concentrate as hard as you can, and make yourself grow," Olivia commanded.
Janelle shut her eyes and started stuffing the cupcakes into her mouth that Olivia handed to her. "Bigger, fatter, grow, grow," Janelle thought. She kept trying to imagine her growing, trying to repeat in her mind what she wanted to happen, tasting every delicious, frosted cupcake that she consumed. Suddenly she felt her belly press against her belt, which had been set to maximum length. She opened her eyes, and felt growth well up in her.
Quickly at first, then dying down, every part of Janelle's body expanded. Her arms grew more plump, and filled the remaining slack in her T-shirt's sleeves. Her breasts inflated like balloons, drawing up the bottom of her shirt and exposing her tan, fattening belly. She could feel her ass swell and swell, filling stretching her shorts to their limit. Her calves and thighs plumped and thickened, gaining in size and weight. Everything felt like it was increasing in beauty and sexuality as it expanded. Janelle was lost in the moment and stopped eating. The expansion soon stopped.
"You've gotta keep eating to keep it going, Janelle," Olivia said.
Janelle snatched two more cupcakes from Olivia and stuffed her face. She couldn't stop eating, or she'd stop growing! "Bigger, better, fatter and fatter.." Janelle thought as she felt the growth welling up in her once more. "Bigger, bigger, BIGGER!" her mind screamed as she ate even faster. Cupcake after cupcake went into Janelle's mouth and disappeared, leaving traces of frosting all over her lips, chin and cheeks. She was now eating faster than she ever realized possible. And it started to have an effect.
Janelle's breasts grew fatter and bigger, growing to take up the entire space of her shirt. Her belly continued to grow fat and round, snapping through her belt and inflating outward. Her plump upper arms tore through her too-small sleeves, and her thighs began to tear through the openings in her shorts. Olivia surveyed the fattening girl, and noticed Janelle growing in stature as well as plumpness. She was expanding in all directions, thick, round and chubby but not becoming flabby in the least. She was simply becoming a big, fat girl.
Janelle finally finished all the cupcakes in the box. "Oh no, I'm out!" she cried.
"Don't worry about it, now the food you've eaten these past couple of days will kick in," Olivia said calmly. "Just say aloud that you want to grow."
"I want to grow, bigger and fatter!" said the already very big girl. Her giant butt and thighs fattened and plumped even more, turning her shorts into nothing more than a tattered thong. "More... fatter..." Her breasts ballooned outward even more, becoming the size of basketballs and beyond, turning her former T-shirt into a poorly-designed sports bra. "Bigger and bigger..." Her arms fattened and swelled, her cheeks became more cherubic, her belly became rounder and bigger, and her tan legs grew unimaginably giant and heavy. "And BIGGER and FATTER!!" she screamed in ecstasy. Janelle shot up and out with a burst of uninhibited growth. Her breasts were huge, bigger than any girl's she had ever seen. Her thighs and but were so massive that the slightest shift in weight caused them to jiggle and quake. Her hips and belly were huge, making her have an extremely round silhouette. Her plump arms could no longer hang down straight, and continued to increase in angle. Her ass and thighs forced her legs to spread out. Her inflated shoulders and breasts pumped up and inhibited what she could see. All she knew was that she felt so large, so fat, and so big that she never wanted to stop.
Janelle's head it the ceiling, and the growth stopped. The sudden distraction caused her already giant and awkward frame to lose balance, and she fell to the carpet with a resounding crash. Her massive breasts, now much larger than her own head, shook violently in protest. Her thighs quaked for a moment and finally settled. With some help from Olivia, she finally managed to get up, despite the cumbersome size of her new, inflated arms.
"I'm so big Olivia, I'm bigger than everyone, it feels sooo good!" Janelle said dreamily.
"Yes you are Janelle! And now I'm going to enchant myself to become just as big as the person I'm with. I've wanted to become so big for so long, but the spells required to do so are curses, so I'm unable to use them on myself," Olivia explained.
Janelle wasn't really listening. She was busy feeling her big belly, pressing her monumental, tan breasts together, tracing the contours of her hips, and thinking about her next meal to notice anything but herself.
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