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*Chapter 10 - End of the Beginning*
There was nothing but darkness. Darkness and silence. Then her feet hurt. Then there was Bernies' voice, "No! It didn't work!"
"Are you sure? I thought I saw him breathing." came Bens' voice.
"Really?!" Streek slowly opened her eyes and Bernie came into focus in front of her. A big smile came across her face and she came up and hugged Streek hard. "You're alive!" she said joyfully.
"I'm Alive?" said Streek hugging her back.
"Yeah, you are. The nanobots fixed your wounds and the Cloning Pod gave you life again. I feel silly for getting so upset."
"...yeah, ...me too."
"That's not all the Cloning Pod did." said Bernie, stepping back and nodding down.
Streek looked down and got a surprise, "My tits!" her chest was flat and boobless.
"Look down further." Streek grabbed at her groin and felt a dick and balls.
"I'm a man again!, I'm a man!" Streek said joyfully.
"Yeah, you are." said Bernie. Streek became aware he was standing inside the Cloning Pod.
"You're gunna become a man again too right?"
"No."
"No?"
"I've decided to stay a woman."
"Really? Why?" Bernie just shook her head and went back up to Streek and planted a kiss right on his lips. Streek kissed her back, their tongues rubbed against each other. Streek was filled with wonderful, warm fuzzy feelings. His cock started to press up against his tight panties.
They kissed passionately for a while and then Bernie finally backed away smiling, looking deep into his eyes. "I love you." she said quietly.
"I love you." said Streek. "You would give up being a man, just for me?"
"That's my decision. I want to be your woman."
"I want you to be my woman too." Bernie embraced him again. "Is this real?" asked Streek.
"That's her true form?" said Mia. "...She was a man all along?" Mia was looking Streek over, like she did when they first met.
"Mia, ...uh ...hi." said Streek.
"Why didn't you tell me Streek?"
"I ...uh, I tried to... I told you I like girls."
"You said you were a lesbian. You're not a lesbian, you're a man!"
"I was a lesbian at the time."
"Yeah ...well ...I'm happy for the two of you." She said turning away.
Streek also noticed Ben-Three and Makita standing out there in the facility in front of him. "Mak, it's good to see you again. Is the Doc around?"
"It is good to see that you are functioning again Streek. Your death was indeed unfortunate. Doctor Arnott is currently with the Avatari, he is not here." she said in her monotone voice.
"This is kinda weird for me!" said Ben-Three looking at Bernie and Streek in each others arms. "Welcome back Boy Streek. You're alive, you can scratch your balls again, and for some reason, my Captain loves you, but no one's told you the bad news."
"Which is...?" asked Streek.
Mia came forward again, "Skylar has called a whole Globular Cluster of Pirates here. There's hundreds of the fuckers out there. A bunch of ships too, including the Cthulhu. The Doc and Zac were standing by for extraction, but there's no way that's happening now. We wasted too much time... "
"Bringing me back to life?"
"Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean wasted. We have this place in lockdown, but it's not gunna stay locked down forever. Any other Resistance reinforcements aren't going to arrive in time to help us."
"So we brought you back to life, just so you can die with us again." said Ben-Three.
"It was worth it." said Streek, kissing Bernie again.
Streek bent down and struggled pulling off his boots, they were way too tight and were hurting his feet. "Sorry, didn't think about taking your boots off." said Bernie.
"My underwear isn't too comfortable either." said Streek. He zipped down his jumpsuit and undid the empty bra strapped around his chest. Then he reached down further into his jump-suit and tore off the tight panties, then rubbed his balls. He was glad to have them again.
Streek walked out of the Pod. The bodies of the guards he killed were still laying there amongst blood stains and scorch marks. "Skylar...?"
"She got away from us." said Bernie.
"My clone! Did you see her?"
"Who?"
"They cloned me, and made her insane. She tried to kill me, but I might have killed her."
"Yeah, I haven't seen her since you gave her the light show smack-down." said Ben-Three.
"Shit!"
"There was someone else though." said Bernie, nodding over to the stairs where Sadie was sitting. Her hands were cuffed together over the handrail and her face was badly swollen and bruised, she was looking quite miserable. "What should we do with her?"
"Leave it to me." said Streek.
Sadie looked up as Streek approached. "That you Streek? ...You got that sex change you wanted, good for you. Shame to throw away such nice titties though."
"Your beloved leader abandoned you eh? That's gotta suck!"
"Yeah, people just keep letting me down." She stared at his face for a moment. "Streek, ...I remember you now. You were on that crappy little shuttle with Anders. Naeme ass-raped you as well. Heh, heh, he just doesn't learn! Well, we have a common hatred for Naeme, relationships have been built on worse things than that."
"Shit Sadie, I can't tell if you're serious about this relationship bull-shit!"
"I can't tell if I'm serious about anything. Why don't you come over here and give me a good hard fuck. Rape my ass, if that's what you want."
"I'm not gunna rape you."
Sadies head slumped, "Yeah, ...it's like Skylar said, isn't it? Well, can you do me a favour at least? There's a few Draxies in my jacket pocket. I just been carrying them around, y'know. Can you get them for me? I wanna get off my head one last time before you kill me."
Streek came forward and reached into her jacket, "Yeah, that top pocket there. Thanks." Streek pulled out the small capsules and then dropped them on the floor and stomped on them. "You fuckin' prick!!" spat Sadie wildly, "I'll be waiting for you in hell, you cold bastard!"
"There is no hell. There's nothing!" said Streek. He raised the gun and shot her.
The gun was Sadies' non-lethal Scorpion Tail. Sadie slumped down on the stairs, paralysed. "At least this is good for shutting you up." said Streek, turning and walking away.
Streek walked back to where the dead Pirate guards were, the other four watched as he started comparing his feet with the boots they were wearing. "She's lucky she got you. I wouldn't have been so merciful to the fuckin' whore." said Mia, walking up to him.
"I'd kill her in battle, no problem. But not like this."
Bernie came up and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. "My gallant knight."
"So how is the Doc?" asked Streek.
"He's in a better position than us." said Mia. "He got us into this facility with the Avatari. Bernie was the one who discovered its location."
"Courtesy of my 'business partner', the late Mr. Chong."
"You're not gunna like this..." said Mia. "...I gotta blow up the Cloning Pod. Our standing orders are to destroy it if we can't extract it. I've brought along a bit of C6, it should do the job. It's gunna put a huge dent in Skylars' plans. Our sacrifice isn't going to be for nothing at least."
"We're gunna give them one hell of a last stand right?" said Streek, unstrapping the boots of one of the corpses.
"You better believe it." said Mia clenching her fists.
The console beeped and Ben-Three went up to it and pressed a button. A holographic screen appeared with Skylars' face on it. "Anders, I want to talk with whoever's in charge there."
Ben-Three turned to the others, "Uh, ...who is in charge?"
Mia strode over to the console. "What do you want you little bitch?"
"Miss Bolton, I thought you slipped through our fingers, but here you are in our grasp again."
"What do you want?"
"I'm sure you're aware of the situation. You're probably prepared to die like a good little soldier. But there is a way out of this. I'm prepared to make you a deal."
"A deal? With Pirates? Fat fuckin' chance!"
Streek came up to the console, "Hello Skylar."
"Who are you? Another McKenzie clone? ...No wait, ...you're Lisa aren't you? The Cloning Pod brought you back to life and made those changes you wanted. Am I right?"
"Yeah, I'm the person you murdered."
"Well then, you don't want your friends doing anything rash. As long as the Cloning Pod exists, you can be brought back to life. You can do what nobody else in the history of mankind has ever been capable of, ...you can achieve immortality."
"Not if the Pod is in Pirate hands."
"But there will always be the possibility of getting it back. You destroy the Pod, and that possibility is gone forever. Leave my Pod untouched and you and your friends can get out of there unscathed."
"Like hell we would." said Mia. "How dumb do you think we are?"
"Okay, there's not going to be any free ride, but I'll withdraw half my forces, offer you a fighting chance. What do you say Lisa? It would be a shame to destroy such a beautiful machine, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, like destroying my creator. You have a deal Skylar."
"What?! No she doesn't have a fuckin' deal!" said Mia. Streek ended the communication. "What the fuck...?!" said Mia, "You're not gunna stop me destroying the Pod, and Skylar won't keep up her end of the deal, you know that!"
"Yeah I know, we won't keep up our end either. She's scared. Here we are thinking we're trapped here with no hope, but we control one of the most dangerous machines in the galaxy. Let's use it!"
A couple of hours later, the Pirates finally managed to break Ben-Threes' code and override the lockdown.
The large doors opened and a bunch of stun grenades were fired in, exploding and flashing all over the place. A large machine gun turret was wheeled to the doorway and started spraying large calibre bullets all over the room.
The loud sound of the gun firing and bullets ricocheting filled the building. After a while it stopped. Pirate soldiers in full body armour, and carrying large assault rifles and shotguns, started piling into the room.
"There's the Cloning Pod, it's still in tact." said Commander Kahn. "No visual on the intruders. Keep an eye out!" They cautiously moved up the stairs. More and more armed Pirates entered and started filling the room. "Still no visual, where could they have gone?"
Commander Kahn looked up to the ceiling, he saw Mia squatting up there on a steel beam, "Boom!" she said as she pressed her TAB.
The Cloning Pod exploded with tremendous force. The whole room shook, and bodies were thrown everywhere, and shrapnel ripped through them. Kahn, along with most of the Pirates in the room, were killed instantly.
"FIGHT THE FUTURE!!" yelled out Mia, leaping down from the ceiling with her gun in hand.
Streek gave Bernie a quick kiss, "If you die again, I'll kill you!" she told him.
They both jumped down after Mia. More Mia, Streek and Bernie clones started dropping from the ceiling with guns in their hands. Makita dropped down, dual-wielding a pair of large assault rifles.
They had been very busy for the last couple of hours. Streek, Bernie and Mia were scanned with scavenged Pirate armour, weapons and ammo, each had Mias' C6 in their pocket.
They used the corpses of the Pirate guards, smashed up consoles and anything else they could carry to make new clones. They ended up with five Streek clones, five Bernies and six Mias, and a pile of C6 to pack inside the Cloning Pod.
Streek had hauled Sadie up to the beams on the ceiling, with the help of his clones, "We could make another clone from her corpse." protested Mia.
"I've made my decision. She can die another day."
Then they had all taken position up there, anxiously waiting for the battle to begin.
Gunfire erupted in the smoky, devastated room as they took care of what was left of the Pirate forces in there. More gunfire came in through the large doorway and more grenades were shot in. The clones dove out of the way as they exploded.
The machinegun started firing from the doorway again, Streek and Mia both launched grenades from their assault rifles at the same time, they exploded in the doorway and the machinegun fire stopped.
A couple of Mias went and stood by the doorway with their weapons raised. Makita was the first one out, running out through the smoke with both assault rifles firing in controlled bursts.
The Mias ran out behind her and Streek was running out beside other clones, with his assault rifle raised in front of him. He ran through the smoky doorway and entered a chaotic war zone. Outside was bathed in dim twilight as dawn was breaking. The air was freezing cold and snow crunched under his feet. Gunfire sounded all around him.
Streek took in as much as he could, there were hundreds of armed Pirates out there, most of them taking cover behind hastily set up barricades. There were several ships about, some of them sitting on the ground, some hovering over the facility, there were also buggies, hovercrafts and mechs moving about.
Many snipers were set up on the roof of the nearby buildings. The mechs were Logans, the same as the one Streek piloted in the Holo-Arena. There were a few of them walking about the battlefield, firing their huge shotguns and machineguns.
The clones in front of him dove for cover. Streek was about to do the same and then machinegun fire from one of the mechs ripped through his mid section. He dropped to the ground and his blood and guts spilled out onto the ground as he died.
Another Streek leapt over him, blasting away with his assault rifle. He shot down a couple of Pirates and then took cover behind a concrete barricade.
More clones came over next to him as bullets smacked against the barricade. A Bernie clone leapt up and kicked away a grenade that was lobbed at them. She dropped down next to Streek as a barrage of bullets came at her.
They both popped up and fired their guns. Blood sprayed out the back of Bernies head as she was shot by a sniper. "Snipers! Keep Moving!" yelled out Streek as he ran out, shooting at the Pirates again.
A large buggy roared toward him, there was a large machine gun mounted on top of it, and it was spraying bullets toward them. Streek raised his assault rifle and aimed at the driver. The bullets slammed against the windscreen. Streek kept firing at the same spot and soon the gunfire broke through the strong glass and into the head of the driver. The buggy suddenly turned sharply and rolled in the snow, ending up on its' side.
Streek ran up to the crashed vehicle, narrowly avoiding more machinegun and sniper fire. He shot the Pirates as they crawled out from the wreckage, and took cover behind the crashed buggy.
Makita was nearby, still shooting at the Pirates with both assault rifles. "MAK! GET OVER HERE! ...MAKITA!" yelled Streek.
Makita made her way over, with both guns still blazing. Bullets pinged on her white plates. "Can you pull this machine gun from its mount?" asked Streek when she got close.
"Yes." Makita dropped the rifles and grabbed the large gun. There was a loud snap as she broke the bolts and pulled it away from the vehicle.
It would have taken three Streeks to lift the huge machine gun, but the android was able to lift it up and aim it like a rifle. "Target the mechs, I've got your back." said Streek.
Makita moved around and the long barrel flared as she started firing it. She aimed at a joint in one of the mechs' legs. The rapid fire tore away at the metal and soon the leg came off.
The mech tilted over and crashed into the ground. It still raised its gun. Makita shot at it's hand until it dropped it. She cut through a group of Pirate soldiers and then quickly targeted the next Mech.
Streek was behind her, shooting down advancing Pirates with his assault rifle. He screamed out as a snipers' bullet ripped through his right shoulder, making him drop the rifle. He grit his teeth and pulled the hand-gun from his belt with his left hand and shot down a couple more Pirates running toward them.
More gunfire slammed into his torso and he dropped to the ground. Another Streek ran over with his assault rifle blazing, dropping more Pirates. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and dragged his wounded fellow clone over to the crashed buggy, leaving a red trail in the snow.
"Hang in there soldier!" he said as he propped him up against the wreck. A hovercraft zoomed overhead, firing off wide laser blasts. Streek grabbed his rifle and loaded a fresh magazine, then ran off with his gun blazing.
Streek made his way toward the large, four storey building to the North. He zigged and zagged as sniper fire popped around him. "OVER HERE STREEK!" yelled Mia, she was behind a concrete barricade, firing her rifle. Streek made his way over to her. "We gotta clear out this nest of snipers. You with me?" said Mia.
"Yeah, let's go!"
They ran out from the barricade just as one of the ships fired a missile at it, causing a large explosion. They both shot down a couple of Pirates that were guarding the doorway. Mia darted past the doorway and more automatic fire erupted from inside.
Streek and Mia stood either side of the doorway with their weapons raised. A large Pirate ran out carrying a shotgun and Mia swiftly kicked him in the head. He dropped down near Streek and he stomped the Pirates neck, killing him.
"On three." said Mia "One, ...two, ...three." They both stepped out into the doorway and fired their assault rifles. Mias' automatic fire swept to the left and Streeks' swept to the right, taking out several more Pirates.
"Nice work Macho Man!" said Mia. "Let's split up. I'll make my way up to the roof. You sweep the south-facing rooms. It's a good old fashioned sniper hunt."
"Right. Good luck Mia."
"And you Streeky-Boy. Remember, no safety protocols!"
Streek slung the assault rifle over his shoulder and picked up a combat shotgun off the ground. He checked that it was working and had slugs loaded. It should serve well for indoors combat.
He made his way up the stairs with the shotgun raised. Streek made his way from room to room, shooting down Pirate Snipers with the shotgun. There were around a dozen of them, and a few other armed Pirate soldiers guarding them. Streek had no trouble killing them all.
He doubled back to one of the rooms and grabbed a Sniper Rifle. He emptied out the bullets and moved over to where there was a stash of ammunition. He threw a box of bullets aside and picked up a small, red, metal case. "High Explosive Rounds" was printed on the front, as well as a large warning label.
He opened it up and started loading the red bullets into his rifle. When he was done, her crept over to the window and looked out over the battlefield.
The large domed Star Ship dock was directly across from him. Down below there were explosions and gunfire and chaos. Across to the right was the building where they kept the Cloning Pod, Streek could see about half a dozen snipers up on its' roof.
He raised the Sniper Rifle and looked down the scope. He deftly aimed the rifle until a Snipers' head was in his sights. He squeezed the trigger and the Pirates' head exploded into a red mist of blood. 'Oh right!, explosive rounds! I don't really need to get head shots.'
He cocked the weapon, and then aimed at the wall along the rooftop and fired. There was another explosion and a few Snipers were thrown about. He fired again, further along the roof-top, taking out a few more Snipers.
He swung the weapon down and across and shot another round into a guard tower, making it explode. He took out the other guard tower he could see, then aimed down at the battlefield.
He fired right into the front of a Mech, and the explosion sent it staggering back and falling down into the snow. A hover-craft flew by and Streek followed the moving target along and fired. The back of the hovercraft exploded and shuddered along, before crashing into a group of Pirate Soldiers.
Streek cocked the Sniper Rifle again as one of the black Pirate ships moved around in front of him. Streek quickly aimed at it and fired. The bullet exploded on the ships energy shield. The ship launched a couple of missiles right at Streek. They hit the building and exploded, the whole room erupted in a huge fireball, killing Streek.
Down below on the battlefield, Streek looked up and saw the big explosion as the Pirate Ship shot missiles into the building. He was pinned down with a few other clones, The Star Ship hovered over them, firing its' powerful lasers.
Above them all, loomed the Cthulhu. It was a large, black ship, in the shape of a fat disk that was open at the front. It had large thrusters at the back and large gun turrets on the top and bottom, as well as laser cannons and missile launchers.
So far it had not fired any shots and just hovered still, above them all. Below it, the smaller Pirate Ship continued to fire its' laser cannons at the clones on the ground. Suddenly, white lasers hit the ships energy shields. More laser blasts hit the shields until the Van Halen zoomed past.
Zac was using hit and run tactics, taking advantage of the ships' speed. The Cthulhu powered up its' engines and started to give chase, firing its' wide red lasers. The other ships turned and were firing on the Van Halen as well. "What the hell is he doing?" said Mia, next to Streek. "If he gets the ship blown up, I'll kill him!"
Suddenly the Avatari appeared behind the Pirate Ships and let loose with a barrage of missile and laser fire. It turned invisible again as the ships turned to face it. They shot at where the Avatari was, but hit nothing but air. Dr Arnott was using his own hit and run tactics.
The Van Halen came around again, shooting at the ships before zooming past. The Cthulhu zoomed behind it, firing its' heavy laser cannons, but missing the fast ship a lot more than it was hitting it. "They're taking the heat off us." said Streek.
"Yeah, we gotta head to the rooftop there. It can be our extraction point. Provided we still have a ship to extract us." said Mia. She reloaded a magazine into her assault rifle and ran out from cover, firing on the Pirates. "COME ON!" she yelled in a loud voice, "EVERYONE FALL BACK TO THE ROOF!"
Streek followed behind her, firing his own rifle. The clones moved as a group, darting from cover to cover and covering each other with gunfire. There was one Streek, two Mias, two Bernies and Ben-Three. Bernie was staying close to Ben-Three, guarding him. She was determined to not lose any more of her crew members.
They came across Makita, she was badly scorched and dented, and her right arm hung limply and sparked, it looked badly damaged. She was still standing there firing her assault rifle in her left hand. "We're falling back to the rooftop Makita!" called out Mia.
"Affirmative." Makita called back.
The group made their way to the Northern building. A hover-craft zoomed up and started firing its' lasers on them. The clones fired back. Laser bolts ripped through Mia. Bernie dove and knocked Ben-Three out of the way, and laser bolts shot through her as well.
Suddenly, an explosion hit the top of the hover-craft, the craft was hit with another explosive round from above, and the whole thing blew up . Fiery debris rained down around Streek, he looked at Mia and Bernie on the ground. They were dead. There was still another Bernie and Mia there, firing their weapons, and Ben-Three seemed to be all right.
Another Mia called down from the building, "Hurry up and get your asses up here!" They ran up and entered the building, one by one. Streek hung back, shooting at Pirates that continued to advance. He sprayed automatic fire among them, making them take cover again.
Explosions started raining down among them, as Mia fired off more explosive ro
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unds. Laser fire lanced about above them as the Avatari and Van Halen continued to attack the Pirate ships.
Soon Streek sprinted inside the building as well. He had lost sight of the other clones, but just continued upward to the roof. As he got up on to the roof he saw the Van Halen hovering by the side of the building with its large rear doors open. The others were jumping into the ship; Bernie, Ben-Three, Makita and two Mias.
"Come on Streek, Move it!" called out Mia. Powerful red laser blasts started hitting the Van Halens' shields as the Cthulhu approached. The Van Halen took off, and the Cthulhu chased after it. Streek was left up there alone on the rooftop.
Mias' voice came over the speakers of the TAB in his chest pocket on his jump-suit. "Hang tight Streek. We'll be back around to pick you up soon."
Suddenly a large, hulking figure rose up from the side of the building and up over Streek. He dove out of the way as the large machine came crashing down on top of him. It was the Ronin Mech, standing fifteen feet tall and covered in curved, grey plated armour. "Skylar?!" called out Streek, looking up at it.
"No, not Skylar." came the voice of his female clone, McKenzie. "You fuckin' Cunt! You destroyed the damn Pod. Now I'll never become a man again. Now I'm gunna finish off the first order my Mistress gave me. You're a dead man!"
The mechs' arms spread wide and long vibro-blades extended from them. Streek flipped backwards as the blades slashed at him with great speed. He kept moving about as the large mech came at him, swinging its' blades about.
McKenzie aimed the Mechs arm at him and then fired off a plasma blast. The blue ball of energy exploded on the ground near him, throwing him several meters. Streek rolled over on the ground and fired his assault rifle at the mech.
The mech ran up quickly and kicked Streek. He was knocked back, smashing into the low wall around the edge of the rooftop. Bricks flew everywhere, and the dazed Streek barely managed to hold on to the edge, stopping himself from falling down off the building.
The big Mech walked over to where Streek was hanging off the edge. "This is the part where you die." said McKenzie, raising the blade high. Suddenly, yellow quad laser blasts hit the Ronins' energy shields. It was the Hornet firing on her. Ben-Two had joined the fight.
McKenzie raised the Mechs' arm and fired plasma blasts at the Fighter. Its' strong shields absorbed the attacks. The Hornet continued to pelt the mech with laser fire until it flew past. "Fuckin' pest!" said McKenzie angrily.
She looked down and Streek wasn't there anymore. Streek stabbed at front of the Mech with his vibro-blade knife, he had climbed up onto it and was clinging on. The mech retracted its' blades and tried to grab Streek, but he was swinging his body around on the large mech, avoiding its' hands.
"Get off me, you Prick!" She pressed some buttons and a powerful electric shock surged on the outside of the mech. Streek screamed out in pain, but held on. He felt the raw power building up within him, just like before. His fists glowed with blue light. "You don't learn, do ya?!" he said as he punched the back of the Mech with tremendous force.
The punch smashed through the strong grey plate and left a hole in its' armour. Streek grabbed a grenade from his belt and dropped it inside the hole, and then jumped off the mech.
McKenzie screamed as the grenade exploded inside the mech. It stumbled forward as black smoke poured out from it, and it fell over the edge of the building, slamming down on the ground below with a loud crash.
The Hornet flew past again, firing on the Pirate Ships, and drawing their fire. Streek saluted it. Then Streek saw a squadron of Federation Darts fly past. He thought they were with the Pirate Alliance at first, but they opened fire on the Pirate Ships. More ships started to appear in the sky, they certainly looked like Federation ships, and they were firing on the Pirates.
The Van Halen appeared again and swooped in close to the building. Streek was already running over to it as the back doors opened again. He could see Bernie just inside the doors. "Come on Streek!" she called.
A Federation Dart had been hit and was coming down with a trail of black smoke behind it, it was coming right at him. Streek leapt off the edge and into the ship just as the Fighter slammed into the rooftop and exploded.
Streek was thrown hard into the ship, bowling Bernie over. Bernie recovered, and quickly moved over to Streek, she wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Oh, thank god!" she said.
Mia spoke into her TAB, "We got him Zac. Get us the hell out of here!"
"Him?!" said Zac.
More laser blasts hit the Van Halens' shields as the doors closed and the ship zoomed off again. Bernie continued hugging Streek and they kissed passionately. "You fuckin' scared me!" she said.
"We haven't made it out of here yet. In fact things still don't look too good for us." said Mia. "It looks like the Bluecoats have come and joined the party. I don't know if that's a blessing, or our death note. I guess we'll find out soon."
Streek looked over at the badly damaged android. "Are you okay Mak?"
"I will be okay, but if I'm no longer needed I will suspend my functions until I am able to be repaired."
"Yeah, you do that." said Mia. "Thank you for your service Makita."
"How was your day Mak?" asked Streek.
"I am getting tired of killing for you humans. I wish to leave and become a cabaret star."
Streek smiled, "That's a joke right?"
"Yes."
Streek laughed, "Ha, you're getting better Mak. Just give us a smile after you crack a joke so that we know you're kidding." The android gave him a simulated smile and then sat down on the floor and powered down.
Streek, Bernie and Mia made their way to the cockpit. On the view screen in the cockpit, Streek could see blue/grey sky and red laser blasts flying past them. Zac was sitting in the pilots' seat with another Mia next to him.
"I'm heading out to space." said Zac. "Our shields are getting pretty damn low and the Cthulhu is still on our tail. We can't outrun it this time, I've diverted too much power to the shields. The Avatari and Hornet are coming, but they can't keep up with us. I don't think we're gunna be able to get away in time."
"I'm picking up heaps of Federation ships out there." said Mia. "...Even a couple of cruisers. The Pirate ships are engaging them. We're heading into another battle zone. We might be able to slip out in the chaos, if we don't get blown up."
"No, the Cthulhu is locked onto us, it's not gunna let us slip away." said Zac. The view screen was awash with flames and then they could see a star field as they left Veronas' atmosphere and flew into space.
A hail from the Cthulhu came up on the screen. "Should I answer that?" said Zac. "I don't really feel like putting up with Pirate bull-shit right now."
"I'll get it." said Streek. He pressed a button and a window with Skylars' face came up on the screen. "Skylar, how did I guess you wanted to flap your mouth at us some more."
"Oh, I'm getting sick of talking to you as well Lisa. Just a simple offer; power down and surrender to us, and I may show you some measure of mercy. Otherwise you will be blown to dust."
"Pirate mercy? No thanks! ...We killed your shark, destroyed your Holo-Arena, Cloning Pod, Ronin Mech and pet clone. Can't you take a hint? Get your precious Cthulhu away from us before we break that too."
"Ha! And how are you going to do that clone? There's no getting away now. This is the end of the line for you. Nobody has ever made me kill them twice before. Goodbye Lisa." Her face disappeared from the screen as the communication ended.
"Where's Bernie?" said Streek, looking around.
Bernies' voice came from the front console, "This is Bernie, I'm gunna see if Ben and I can squeeze some more juice from the power core."
"Bernie, this is no time to mess around with the hardware."
"I beg to differ Zac. Trust me!"
They could see the ships flying about, firing their lasers on one another. The two large Federation Cruisers sat there, blasting away. "Take us toward that Federation Cruiser." said Streek.
"What? Toward it, are you nuts? Would you prefer being shot down by the Feds, rather than Pirates?" said Zac.
"The Cthulhu is on our tail. It's a larger ship, and bigger threat, it should draw most of the fire."
"Yeah, I see what you're saying', we don't have many other options. I'm taking us toward the Cruiser. Everyone cross your fingers, or pray, or whatever you want to do."
The Van Halen approached the Federation Cruiser "Watchman" at full speed. Zac did his best to move the ship about evasively as laser fire lanced out around them. Alerts were sounding in the cockpit as the shields reached critical levels.
The Cruiser grew larger in the display screen. The Cthulhu followed along behind the ship and was getting pelted with rapid laser fire, Darts came at it, firing their blue lasers.
The Van Halen zoomed past the Cruiser and was hit with another laser blast. Alerts and flashing lights let them know that the shields were down. Everyone in the cockpit felt their heart beating rapidly, just one missile or laser blast could kill them.
The Cthulhu took a lot of hits but still zoomed past the Federation Cruiser and continued its' pursuit of the Van Halen. "The scanner shows more ships approaching us." said Mia.
"More Feds?" asked Zac.
"No, ...it's the Angelina! Dad!"
"Ha, Seriously?! Our salvation may have arrived. I'm steering us toward them."
The Angelina hailed them and Mia answered it straight away, General Bolton appeared on the screen. "Daddy!"
"Are you kids all right?"
"Yeah, barely! Our shields are down, we need urgent help."
"Yeah, I see. Hang in there, we'll be on your position shortly."
"Be careful dad." said Zac. "This ship is powerful."
"So is Angelina." said General Bolton, before his face disappeared from the screen.
Zac continued to fly the Van Halen evasively and the Cthulhu continued to fire on them. A few laser blasts struck the hull, shaking the ship and scaring everyone inside.
Suddenly the energy shield around them sparkled as it came back online. "Shield are back, at eight percent." said Zac "Bernie did it!"
Then four missiles exploded on the Cthulhus' shields, one after another. The Angelina blasted away with its' laser cannons as it approached them.
The Cthulhu launched a couple of missiles at the Van Halen. The Van Halens' laser cannons targeted a missile and hit it, making it explode before it reached the ship. The other one exploded on the shields, bringing them down again.
The large, black Pirate ship turned and targeted the long grey ship that was the Angelina. They both pelted each others shields with missiles and laser fire as the Van Halen sped away. A few other Resistance ships joined the Angelina, firing on the Cthulhu.
The Cthulhus powerful shields were being worn down and it had no choice but to turn and retreat back toward the planet. The Angelina stayed where it was, but the other ships went after it, continuing to fire on it.
Everyone cheered in the Van Halens cockpit. Mia hugged her other self, "Yeah! I told that bitch you don't fuck with the Boltons!"
The Angelina hailed them again. "Is everyone all right there?" asked General Bolton.
"Yeah, we're fine. Thanks for the save Dad." said Mia.
"Any time sweet-heart. What's the status of the mission?"
"The Cloning Pod has been destroyed."
"That's been confirmed?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Good work. I guess there's no reason for us to hang around then. We'll let the Pirate Alliance and Federation fight this one out. Van Halen, I want you to be the first to leave this system. Prepare to make the jump."
"I want to make sure Grandpa makes it out all right first." said Mia.
"I'll do that. Fall back, that's an order."
"Uh, ...General." said Streek.
"Who are you?" said General Bolton.
"It's me, McKenzie. The Pirates Deep Brain Scanned me, the location of the Resistance base has been compromised."
"Yes, I was afraid of that. The evacuation of our base has already begun. We will meet up at the secondary rendezvous point."
"Okay, we'll see you there. Be careful Dad." said Mia.
The Cthulhu raced back toward the planet Verona. Three Resistance ships were chasing it, firing at it and wearing down the shields, but the Cthulhu was faster and the distance between them grew.
Then more laser fire pelted the big, black Pirate ship as the Avatari and the Hornet came at it head on. The Cthulhus' shields finally faltered. Ben-Two and Dr Arnott continued firing away at it, until it erupted in a huge explosion out there in space. The two ships zoomed through the scattering debris.
The Van Halen jumped out of the Verona system.
Streek, Ben-Three and the two Mias sat in the common room of the Van Halen. Zac entered the room. "Well, we're away. The damage to the ship is fairly minor, we were damn lucky." He looked around at the others. "So... I got two sisters now, Streek's a guy and who the hell are you?" he said looking at Ben-Three.
Ben-Three stood up and offered his hand, "Ben Anders the third. Pleased to meet you. Nice ship you got here, and nice flying back there."
Zac shook his hand. "Thanks, I'm Zac Bolton. Are you Bernies' brother or something?"
"Something. We're both Ben Anders clones. She's my Captain."
Bernie entered the room again with a bottle of Whiskey in her hand. "My ears are burning."
"You were a man?" said Zac.
"Yeah, I was."
"My sire's a man too." said Streek. "That's why I'm a man again now."
"My man!" said Bernie, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, ...I see." said Zac sadly. "Hey! That's my Single Malt!"
"Thanks." said Bernie, twisting the cap off the bottle. She took a long swig and then tipped some onto the floor.
"Hey!..." Cried out Zac.
"For my fallen comrades."
She passed the bottle to Zac. "I've been saving this for a special occasion. I guess we oughta be celebrating the fact we're alive. Let's have a party!" He tipped the bottle up and took a swig and then passed it to Streek.
"A lot of good clones died today." He said as he raised the bottle. "Here's to them." He put the bottle to his lips and drank, then passed it to Mia. "Uh ...Mia?!" he said.
"Yes?" both Mias said simultaneously, and then looked at each other.
"Are you both clones?"
"I am."
"Yeah, me too. Looks like the real Mia died in the battle."
"What?! ...my sister's dead?" said Zac.
"Afraid so." said one of the Mias. "On the battlefield, it's how she wanted to go."
"Killed in action. Just like Mum." said the other. "But don't worry Zac, I'm still around to keep you in line ...in stereo."
"Yeah, ...great! One of you was plenty." said Zac.
"I'm one of the new batch of clones too." said Bernie.
"Yeah, so am I." said Streek.
Mia took a swig of Whiskey, "Ha! you two are a couple of drama queens. With your dying confessions of love, and bringing him back to life, just to die together in battle. Do you think you're living in a Tragic Romance Holo-Film or something?"
"I would have thought of it more as an Action Holo." said Streek.
"I'd prefer Pornographic." said Bernie, smiling at him. "Let's get a room Streek."
Streek smiled back, "You read my mind Bern." Bernie took his hand and he stood up, "Excuse us," he said to the others. "...Now that we survived all that, we're gunna go and live."
"Don't rock the ship too hard, it might make us drop out of Hyper-warp." said Mia.
"We can't make any promises." said Bernie, leading Streek out of the room.
They made their way down the corridor, kissing and grabbing at each other. They entered the crew quarters at the end with their lips locked together. Bernie pulled down the zipper on Streeks jump-suit and rubbed her hands along his skinny chest.
His chest was fairly smooth and hairless, his body hair had only just started growing back. It was still strange for him, not having the big boobs in front of him any more. Streek grabbed hold of Bernies' large boobs, groping them. He was getting hard.
Streek looked into her deep blue eyes. "Bern, ...I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for the stuff I said to you before you left. I didn't mean any of it."
"I'm sorry too Streek. I'm sorry I haven't been a better Captain, and a better friend."
"You dumb blonde! I love you because you're a great Captain, and my best friend."
"Really?"
"...And because you're beautiful. You know I'd love you no matter what body you're in."
"Even your Mums'?"
"Don't ruin the mood."
"Right!" Bernie looked back into Streeks' dark brown eyes. "I love you because you'd slay a Dragon for me. And because you're my best friend. And because you're beautiful, man or woman. And don't call me a dumb blonde again, bone-head!"
Streek laughed and then leant forward and kissed her again. He started pulling her jumpsuit off, and she helped him.
Soon they were both naked. Streeks' six-inch cock stood out hard in front of him. Bernie looked down at it and smiled. She got close and kissed Streek again, her hand wrapped around his cock and she rubbed it.
"The Pod could make tits bigger," said Streek. "It would've been able to make dicks bigger too. Why didn't you give me a bigger cock?"
"Because it's perfect the way it is, Dummy." said Bernie smiling. Streek kneaded her tits, gently pinching her rosy nipples. He planted some soft kisses on her neck. Bernie guided him to the bed and pushed him down so that he was sitting on the edge, with his boner sticking up from his lap.
Bernie got down on her knees and smiled at him as she began rubbing his hard cock and balls. She moved her head down and started licking along the shaft. Her tongue rubbed along the cock-head, making Streek sigh with pleasure. Then she took the head in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the shaft.
Streek felt the wonderful pleasure as she sucked and rubbed her tongue on his cock-head, while rubbing his balls. Bernie looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking him off.
"Oh baby! that feels great!" said Streek. Bernie continued sucking him for a moment. "Wait..." said Streek.
Bernie lifted her mouth off the hard cock, "What is it?"
"Come up on the bed. Let's sixty-nine!"
"Dinner for two!" said Bernie smiling. She got up and Streek laid back on the bed. Bernie got on top of him, so that her legs were straddling Streeks' head. She grabbed Streeks' cock and took it in her mouth again.
Her bald, tight looking pussy was in front of Streeks' face, and it was a beautiful sight. Streek raised his head and buried his face in it. His tongue slipped inside her tight slit, she was very wet. He could taste her juices as he ate out her pussy. The sensation of the sucking and tongue rubbing on his cock felt fantastic.
They both pleasured each other for a while and then Streek felt an orgasm building in his cock. "You're gunna make me spurt." he told her. She just kept bobbing her head up and down, sucking him off. "Ungh! ...here it comes ...Ahhh!" His cock throbbed and his cum spurted out into Bernies mouth, it felt great, and quite different to a female orgasm.
Bernie lifted her head off his cock, she had a mouthful of cum. She swallowed it down and licked her lips. Then she started licking and sucking his hard cock again.
Streek continued eating out her pussy, licking and sucking at her clit while his fingers rubbed at the tight hole. She moaned with pleasure. She was still getting very wet.
Soon Bernie was moaning louder as she felt an orgasm building. Streeks' tongue rubbed at her wet insides. Bernie was breathing heavily and moaning loudly as she climaxed. Her orgasm slowly subsided and her pussy was dripping wet. "You're still a great lesbian!" she said breathlessly, "...I'm glad!"
"I'll always be a lesbian for you baby! and I gotta say, you're a damn good cock sucker."
"Oh? Which am I better at? Eating pussy or sucking cock?"
"Impossible to choose."
Bernie climbed off him and went to the head of the bed and spread her legs, presenting her wet, pink cunt. Streek sat up and looked at her, smiling. "You're still hard." said Bernie "...and my pussy is aching for your hard cock."
Streek crawled up to her with a big smile on his face. He moved his face to hers' and kissed her on the lips again, he groped at her big boobs. Streek stopped kissing and looked in her eyes again. "Be gentle at first." she said.
"I know."
"You'll be taking my virginity."
"And you'll be taking mine."
Streek positioned himself between her spread legs and rubbed his cock along her smooth, wet slit. Slowly, he began to push it in. His cock-head pressed up against her hymen. He slowly pushed forward, Bernie grit her teeth. The hard cock broke through, and slipped up into the wet, tight hole.
Bernie let out a small squeal. "Are you okay baby?" said Streek.
"Yeah, I'm fine, ...you're inside me!"
"Yeah, your pussy is amazing."
"I made some changes to us new clones. My hymen isn't coming back. My virginity is gone for good."
"That's great!" said Streek. He slowly moved his cock inside her and she moaned.
Streek bent forward and kissed her again and groped at her tits. Streek slowly moved his cock back and forth. Bernies' pussy was very tight, and felt great. Streek loved the feeling of Bernies warm, soft body pressed up against him. This wasn't just sex, they were making love, and it felt amazing.
After a little while Bernie looked up at him and said, "you don't have to be so gentle now. Fuck me Streek!"
"You got it Blondie!" said Streek smiling.
He began pulling right back and pushing his cock back in deep and fast. Bernie moaned out as he fucked her, she had a big smile on her face, enjoying Streeks' thrusting cock.
Streek was loving it too. He passionately banged Bernies' tight, wet cunt for several minutes. "Oooh baby, yeah! you're makin' me cum again. Where do you want it?"
"Cum inside me Streek."
"you sure?"
"Yeah, come on Baby, give it to me!"
Streek sped up his thrusts and then groaned as he pushed it in deep. His cock throbbed inside Bernies' squeezing pussy and his cum spurted out into her.
Streek then had a quick flashback to being chained up in the Federation Cruiser "Resolve". The rapist Captain Clevens spurted his cum deep inside Streeks' ravaged vagina. "Are you okay?!" asked Bernie, snapping Streek back to the present.
He looked down on her and smiled. "Never better!" He lowered his head and kissed her, his cock was still buried deep inside her. He laid on top of her, kissing and fondling and hugging until his dick went soft and slipped out from her soaking wet pussy.
"You were great Streek!" said Bernie.
"Yeah, so were you Blondie. Best sex ever!"
"Oh, we're only just getting started." said Bernie, reaching down and rubbing his soft member.
It started to swell again, Bernie went down and took it in her mouth. Streeks' cock quickly swelled and got hard as she sucked on it. It felt great as Bernie sucked him off again.
After a couple of minutes of sucking, Bernie raised her head and then moved around on the bed so that she was on her elbows and knees with her round pale bum sticking up in the air. She wiggled her ass at Streek, "If you're gentle again, you can stick it up my ass. I know you like the anal porn."
"Not any more." said Streek getting up. "Your pussy is fantastic!"
Her rosy pussy was leaking juices and cum, Streek got on his knees behind her and guided his cock to it and pushed it in. It was much more welcoming this time, sopping wet, hot and tight.
Streek grabbed hold of her ass and thrust his hips back and forth, rocking Bernie forward with each deep thrust. "Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! Fuck me! That's great!" cried out Bernie.
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moaned loudly as Streek banged away at her from behind for several minutes. Soon she started to breathe more heavily and moan louder, "Uh, Uh, Yeah! I'm gunna cum!" cried out Bernie. Streek sped up his thrusts, he felt an orgasm building too.
Bernie moaned loudly as he banged into her. He groaned and spurted his cum into her climaxing pussy. He slumped down on top of her, they were both sweaty and getting their breath back. Streek hugged her and kissed her neck. "Wow!" said Bernie, breathing heavily.
A couple of hours later Bernie was on top of Streek, bouncing on his hard cock. Streek was reaching up and groping her tits. Bernie was moaning with pleasure as she pumped her wet pussy up and down.
"Ungh, Yeah baby! You're gunna make me cum again!" said Streek. She continued moving on top of him as he groaned and released his cum inside her again.
Bernie slowed down and then bent down and kissed him. She lifted herself off his cock and cum spilt out from her tight hole. She slumped down on the bed next to him, they were both sweaty and exhausted.
"Six times." said Streek. "I didn't know I had it in me."
"It's me! A good Captain always brings out the best in her crew."
"I can't argue with that, you're irresistible." he said as he leant over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Reckon you could make it seven then?"
"Damn woman, you're gunna kill me."
"But you'd die happy."
"I think little Streek needs some time to recover."
"I need to pee anyway. Do you think you could get me a drink? I don't suppose there's any of Zacs' fine Whiskey left, not with another Ben Anders clone aboard. I'll have a cold beer."
"Okay Baby. Did I tell you you were beautiful?"
"Yeah, but I don't mind if you keep mentioning it."
Streek put on a pair of boxer shorts he still had with his stuff. He left the room and walked down the corridor. There wasn't anyone about. Streek didn't have a clue what the time was. He went to the ships' mess and grabbed some beers from the storage cupboard then put them in the Chill-unit.
Mia walked in the room. Her red hair was wet, and she was wearing a bath-robe. "Oh, hi there stud. How's the honeymoon going?"
"Awesome, thanks. Where is everyone?"
"Mostly retired to their quarters, it's been a big day. Zac's made a start on repairing Makita. You can tell Bernie she could be a little quieter."
"Heh, sorry. You don't mind me going about dressed like this do you?"
"If you're doing anything that's bothering me, you'd know."
"right. How are you doing Mia?"
"I've recovered well. I was kind of jealous of you guys with your freaky healing powers, now I gotta get used to being a clone. Particularly with there being another me around. I'm sharing my quarters with her. I guess I gotta get used to sharing everything now, ...sharing my life. I should just be glad that I'm alive."
"Yeah, ...how are you doing after what happened to us at the Fortress?" Streek said softly.
Mias' expression darkened, "Zac doesn't know what happened there. If you go telling anyone, I'll beat the crap out of you."
"Hey, you don't need to threaten me, we're friends. If you don't want me to say anything, I won't."
"Sorry. ...I don't really want to..."
"It's not your fault Mia, you shouldn't feel ashamed."
"How was it not my fault?! I let that junkie bitch get the drop on us!"
"She recognised me." said Streek looking to the floor. "...I was the one who blew our cover."
"Explain to me why you let her live."
"I don't know. Skylar kept talking about me like I was a soulless killer, and then my clone came out and she was like that, a real fuckin' psychopath. I just don't want to be like her. I've got a lot of deaths on my conscience, I like to think they all deserved it..."
"They did!, and that Sadie bitch did too. A dead Pirate is a good Pirate."
"I just don't want to be like that." said Streek.
"It's war Streek, you're killing the right people. ...you know, it was being unable to move that was the worst part. I was completely helpless, just like when Mum was captured, I loathed it. Those pieces of shit were degrading us both, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it."
Streek could see tears starting to form in her green eyes. he slowly moved his arms around her and she let him hug her. Bernie then entered the room, wearing a white T-shirt and panties. Streek quickly backed away from Mia.
"You can hug your friend. I'm not jealous. Just hand over the beer bone-head!"
Streek gave her a smile and handed the cold bottle of beer to her. Bernie twisted off the cap and took a long drink. She looked at Mia and Streek. "I thought I was a goner back there in the Holo-Arena, thank you both for risking your lives for me."
"Yeah, well I had to save you, you still owe me fifty bucks!" said Mia.
"What the hell for? I can't remember."
"Back at the party in the holo-shed. Streek was talking about how he ...she defeated Aneki with me. You were boasting that you could defeat him using Drunken Boxing, you were quite pissed by then. I bet fifty bucks that you couldn't. I won. You were very entertaining though." Streek laughed.
Bernie had another drink of beer and shook her head. "I don't think bets count if you're too drunk to remember them."
"They do!" said Mia. "...and there's plenty of witnesses."
"Yeah, okay then. But I crashed my ship and lost everything I have. You're gunna have to wait 'till I can pay you."
"Looks like I'll just have to keep saving your life until you can pay what you owe me then."
Eight hours later, the Van Halen arrived in the Lister system. It was an uninhabited Red Dwarf system, out in unprotected space. The smaller, weaker Red Dwarf stars were abundant in the Galaxy, and often held little interest to anybody.
Streek and Bernie had made love a few more times, and got showered and fed and rested.
They flew toward one of its' gas giants. Orbiting a moon on its' far side were scores of Resistance ships, small and large. It was like SunnyDale had been shattered into small pieces.
The Van Halen fell into orbit with them. Around an hour later the Angelina arrived with the Avatari, Hornet and the other ships that flew into the Verona system with them. The Van Halen docked with the larger Angelina.
General Bolton was waiting there as they opened the doors. He was shocked to see two Mias. They both came up and hugged him. "There's two of you!"
"Yeah, we noticed."
"Which one is real?"
"We're both real Dad."
"I mean, which of you is the sire?"
"uh... Dad..." Mia said hesitantly.
"I am." said the other Mia. "But I want you to treat my clone the same. She is me as well. You've gained another daughter."
"Oh ...that's ...great."
Zac came up and General Bolton hugged him as well. Mia looked at her fellow clone, "I didn't want to tell him..."
"I know."
"You oughta be more careful Son." said General Bolton. "...Almost got your ship blown up."
"I knew what I was doing. Thanks for the help all the same old man."
The General looked at Bernie and Streek who were holding each others hand. "Anders..., McKenzie..."
"Hi Roy." said Bernie. "This is my fellow clone, Ben-Three."
"Another Anders eh? Welcome aboard the Angelina." said General Bolton offering his hand. Ben-Three shook it. "Thanks General."
Soon Dr. Arnott entered the Angelina. The Mias went up to him and gave him a hug. "Goodness, you got yourself cloned!"
"Yeah, there were seven of me."
"Oh my! I bet the Pirates didn't know what hit them."
"You got that right. Thanks for the support back there Grandpa."
"Where's Makita? Is she all right?"
"She got a little banged up, but she'll be fine. She was a big help out there."
"Of coarse."
Streek and Bernie came up to him. "It's good to see you again Doc." said Streek smiling.
"Lisa! ...or I should call you Stephen now! You got what you were after, I'm glad."
"Just call me Streek. I'm sorry we had to blow up your Pod."
"It was probably for the best. Man was never meant to have such a powerful machine. I can sleep a little easier at night, now that it will never be in Pirate or Federation hands."
Ben-Two entered the ship, looking rather lost. Streek went up to him and shook his hand. "Thanks for the save back there Ben."
"Any time buddy."
Bernie came up to him, "You did good back there Ben."
"Thanks Captain Balboa."
Ben-Three came up and shook his hand as well. "Which one are you?" asked Ben-Two.
"Three, we're the only ones left brother."
"Yeah, ...may our fallen brothers rest in peace." he said sadly.
Ben-Two looked at Bernie again, "So, ...what now Captain?"
"Good question, I'll let you know."
General Bolton spoke up. "All right everyone, were gunna move this into the dining room for a debriefing. We know the Pirates had access to the Cloning Pod, so first I'm gunna have to ask you all to take a DBS, so we can be sure none of you were compromised. I trust there's no objections." Nobody said anything. "All right, come this way."
They all had their minds scanned and then were seated at the large table where Bernie and Streek once had dinner with the General. They all spoke about what happened in the Verona system, answering the General and Doctors' questions.
"We've got word that the Federation forces were defeated in Verona." said General Bolton. "We hoped that the destruction of the Cloning Pod would seriously hurt Skylars' war effort, but she was ready to go to war anyway. She hit them with powerful Xenoform ships and a large mercenary force."
"...Did you see that little speech she made? It was meant to provoke the Federation, and they obliged. No doubt the Feds will be looking to strike back at them with overwhelming force. It's what we've all been fearing, the war has begun."
"...Bernadette Anders." said General Bolton in a gruff voice. "I'm not happy with the circumstances under which you departed from us."
"Yeah, sorry about that General. but I don't regret it. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! We returned the Hornet, not even a scratch on it."
"Yes, I understand you and McKenzie were instrumental in locating and destroying the Pod, and ensuring everyone got away. For that I'm grateful. Your actions may even be viewed as heroic. We are a much smaller force than the Federation and the Pirate Alliance, we have need of heroes."
"...We had them in the war, heroes. Certain rare individuals who had a knack for achieving the impossible, and surviving against incredible odds. My Angelina was one of them. There was also a Mech Commander named Nexius Cley."
"...He was a formidable fighter, and cunning leader. He accomplished much for our side, and then he just disappeared. Something had happened. He resurfaced as a Pirate and quickly rose up the ranks in the Steel Sharks. Then he accomplished something no one had ever been able to do before, he united the Pirate Factions."
"...He lead the Pirate attack on Denascus, which leaked the Alien Technology out into the Galaxy. He died in the Federations' retaliation, but now it seems we need to contend with his legacy; the Pirate Alliance and his little girl."
"Skylar." said Streek "...But she's dead isn't she? She was aboard the Cthulhu when it was destroyed."
"She must have got to an escape pod. She gave a little victory speech after the battle."
"Damn! Slippery little Bitch!"
The General looked at Streek and Bernie, "I'm asking both of you again, will you join us? Will you fight on our side in the war?"
Bernie looked at Streek and he nodded to her, "Sure, why not?" she said.
"Good."
"We're in as well General." said Ben-Two. "We're with our Captain, wherever she leads us. Even to death in battle."
"But preferably not to death in battle." added Ben-Three.
"Well, does anybody have anything else to add?" asked General Bolton.
"Uh, welcome aboard guys." said Mia, "But it feels like you were part of the Resistance already."
"Well, now we committed to it." said Streek.
"Then come with me Anders and McKenzie. I have something to show you." said General Bolton.
They ended the meeting, and Bernie and Streek followed the General out of the room. They took a shuttle over to the huge hauler with the large docking bay.
General Bolton brought them before a medium sized Star Ship, about as large as the Clubber Lang and larger than the Van Halen. It was a pretty sleek and advanced looking craft. It was grey with a curved flat body and wings sloping down on each side, there were two round thrusters on each wing near the ships body and laser cannons jutting out from both wings.
"That's the ship they were working on in the engineering section." said Bernie. "Is it finished?"
"Yes, and it needs a Captain." said General Bolton.
Bernie looked at him hopefully. "...Uh ...you...um..."
"Will you take command of this ship for me Captain Anders?"
"Yes!" she said straight away and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She turned and hugged Streek with a big smile on her face.
"Congratulations Bern, she looks like a great ship." said Streek smiling.
"She is." said General Bolton. "It's like a larger version of the Hornet. It has a mighty power plant that has enabled major upgrades to the shields, engines and lasers. She won't match the Van Halen for speed, or the Angelina for raw firepower, but she's a formidable all-round war-ship."
"..She has powerful twin repeater laser cannons, a payload of eight destructor missiles and a poput, large calibre machine gun turret. The Hornet can slot in underneath the craft and be accessed from within." He looked at Streek. "Lieutenant McKenzie, I want you to have the Hornet."
"...Really? ...Awesome! Thank you. But can I be a Sergeant? I don't really want to be an officer."
"Heh, another Takoshi. Fine then, ...Sergeant McKenzie."
"I suppose I could have a Sergeant as my First Mate." said Bernie, still smiling. "Come on Streek, let's check it out!"
They opened the entrance ramp and went inside. They checked out the common room, crew quarters, mess, cockpit, bathroom, and storage bay. They were both very impressed with how advanced and high quality the ship was. It was a hundred times better than the Clubber Lang.
When they got down into the engine room, Bernie got really excited. "That's a Valcore sixty four hundred." said Bernie looking at the engine. "And check out that power core, I bet it puts out over six hundred thousand Gs. Look, bio-gel power distribution cables, and I've never seen capacitors like that before."
She turned to Streek, biting her lower lip. "Oh god, I'm so fuckin' hot!" She grabbed him hard and pressed her lips forcefully against his. Their tongues rubbed against each other as they passionately kissed. She stopped, and they got their breath back. "Do me right here Sergeant!"
"Aye Captain." said Streek. They were both quickly getting out of their jumpsuits. Streek groped at her breasts while he forcefully kissed her on the lips again. His hard cock poked out in front of him. He pushed her back against the large engine and lifted her leg while he continued to kiss her.
He looked down and pulled her white panties aside. Her shaven pussy was wet and glistening. "Hurry up and put it in." said Bernie. Streek grabbed his cock and guided it into her.
Bernie was right, her hymen hadn't grown back. His hard cock slid up into her without any obstruction. Bernie moaned with pleasure. Streek started fucking her with long deep thrusts. Bernie wrapped her arms around him as he bobbed his ass back and forth. Both of them were breathing heavily and moaning with pleasure.
Streek banged away at her for a while, then he started to groan. "Oh, Damn, I'm gunna blow if I keep this up." He pulled his cock out from her hot, wet cunt. Bernie quickly got down on her knees and started rubbing his shaft. She sealed her lips around the cock and sucked.
Soon Streek moaned as his cock throbbed and his cum spurted out into Bernies' waiting mouth. Bernie swallowed it down and licked his cock clean. "Oh fuck. You're the best!" said Streek, smiling down at her. "You didn't get off, we can't have that."
He helped her up and guided her to a bench by the wall. She squealed out as he lifted her up onto it. Streek got down and spread her legs open and plunged his face into her wet pussy.
Bernie moaned loudly as he passionately kissed her tight cunt. His tongue rubbed around at her soft insides while he gently rubbed her little clit with his thumb. He kept at it and soon Bernie was crying out, "Oh Yeah! Oh God! Don't stop, that's so fuckin' good!" She moaned louder as she peaked. Streek continued to eat her out while the powerful orgasm washed over her.
Streek got up from her soaking wet groin and she leant forward and kissed him on the lips while she held him tightly. Bernie looked down and could see that he had gotten hard again while he was eating her out. She smiled at him, "You can just stick that thing back inside me Stud!"
"With pleasure!" smiled Streek.
The next day, a large number of Resistance members assembled in the docking bay in front of the new Star Ship. Streek saw plenty of familiar faces, Both Mias were there, and both Bens, Zac, Doctor Arnott and the newly repaired Makita.
There was Sergeant Takoshi, and his students; big Ryan, Tori, Jennifer, Lyanna and pretty Kira. They wouldn't recognise him, they knew him as a woman. He had some explaining to do. He also saw Jacko and Dr McFadden there. Zac came up to him, "Congratulations man!"
"Thanks, I've put some hours in the flight-sim already, I can't wait to fly the Hornet into battle."
"No, I was talking about the bounty put on your head by the PA. A cool Thirty Million! Dead or Alive."
"Wow!"
"Yeah, I'm tempted to take you in myself, if I didn't have a Fifteen Million dollar bounty on my head. Seriously man, it'll attract the best in the business, watch your back out there."
"Yeah, you too. Luckily we both have tough women to watch our backs. Pity any bounty hunters who try."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present our leader, General Bolton." a man said in an amplified voice out the front of everyone. They all clapped as the General came before them.
"Thank you everyone. ...Make no mistake, we're now at war. It's what we've been preparing for, but we had hoped that we had more time. But the times seem to be moving at a very fast pace. It's going to be a terrible war. All wars are terrible, but this will be worse than any of them."
"...Alien technology is being utilised, integrated and replicated, and mankind is now capable of doing some truly horrifying things. We will not know what our enemy is capable of until we face it, and that scares the hell out of me."
'Jeez, talk about a kill-joy', thought Streek as he looked around at the concerned faces. "It's a good time to remind you what we stand for. We stand for the people of this galaxy. "Fight the Future" that's our motto, we're here to fight the future our enemies would have."
"...We stand for the people of this galaxy, the people who the Pirate Alliance would victimise and exploit. The same people who the Federation would enslave and control. We fight for our own future, one where the people of this galaxy can live in peace and freedom." The crowd all cheered in agreement.
"...As the war progresses, it's the people who will suffer. It will be the Resistances' duty to get out there and help them, to protect them. Even at great danger to ourselves. We lack the strength to overcome the Pirate Alliance and the Federation, but we must find a way to stop this war before it tears the galaxy apart. Whilst we're alive we will do what we can, and I expect each and every Resistance member to give it their all."
"...I would also like to recognise the heroic efforts of our operatives on a recent mission, deep in Pirate Alliance territory. Their actions have taken a great power away from the PA and saved countless lives. They know who they are. Not only did they accomplish their mission, they also looked out for each other, as I would expect all our operatives to do. So thank you." The crowd clapped and cheered loudly.
"...I think I've rambled on enough now. We are here today to launch a new Star Ship, hopefully the first of many in the coming months. To do the honours, I present to you, the ships' Captain. One of the heroes of the recent Verona mission, Captain Bernadette Anders."
Everyone clapped as Bernie walked out in front of them. She wore her dark red jumpsuit with a brown jacket over it and wore her light blonde hair loose around her shoulders. She looked very beautiful, Streek thought.
"Speech!, Speech!" called out the Ben clones and several others.
"All right you asked for it!" said Bernie smiling. The crowd quietened down and she cleared her throat and looked out over everyone.
"I've been through some terrible shit, stuff nobody should have to go through. But even if I could, I wouldn't go back and change what happened, because it all lead me right here, with great friends, ...a great crew..."
"That's us!" called out Ben-Two and Ben-Three, cheerfully.
"...and the man I love."
"That's my lady up there!" called out Streek. Bernie gave him a big smile.
"My first ship was a reconditioned Federation shuttle, I did up in my parents garage, back on Darion. I called it the Apollo Creed, after a great warrior from pre-warp Earth. He was Rocky Balboas' greatest rival, who also become his good friend."
"...It allowed me to set out into the galaxy and be the master of my own destiny, with my best friend Streek at my side. I made some bad decisions and the cruel, brutal universe was there to knock us down for it."
"...But like Rocky Balboa, we got back up again. My next ship was a Namcorp Hauler I named the Clubber Lang, After another of Rocky Balboas' great rivals. Again, I made bad decisions, and the universe punished me, ...and my crew, for it. But I got back up again and here I am."
"...I've named this ship the 'Ivan Drago', after Rockys' next great rival. Back on pre-warp Earth, the worlds' greatest warriors; Rocky Balboa, Apollo Creed and Clubber Lang all came from the Kingdom of Americas. Their great rival Kingdom, Sovieta, had developed their own ultimate warrior."
"...Ivan Drago was said to be a giant of a man, a perfect athlete and a blonde. He travelled to Americas and challenged the worlds greatest warriors for the pride of his Kingdom. Rocky Balboa watched as Ivan Drago slew his friend Apollo Creed in battle. Rocky swore vengeance, and agreed to travel to Sovieta to challenge Drago."
"...The journey there was long and extremely difficult. Rocky faced extreme weather, wild animals, brutal bandits and thousands and thousands of miles on foot. All the while, Ivan Drago trained with the best facilities and trainers, the Sovieta King could offer."
"...When Rocky finally got there, he faced the blonde giant in a colosseum, in front of the King. They say it was a fight, the likes of which had never been seen before, or since. One of the most brutal and drawn out bouts of single combat in the history of mankind. In the end, the crowd was chanting Rockys' name, and in the end Ivan Drago was slain."
"Rocky Balboas' hard and arduous journey did not make him weaker, it made him stronger. He learned to endure and overcome any challenges that life threw at him, and he learned to prevail. May this ship, and its' crew prevail over any great challenges the universe throws at it. I name this ship the Ivan Drago."
General Bolton came over and handed her a bottle of Champagne, she walked over to the Star Ship and smashed the bottle against the hull. The crowd all cheered loudly. Streek came over to her, she embraced him and they kissed.
"I love you, Captain Bernadette Anders."
"I love you, Sergeant Streek McKenzie."
Makita was standing next to Zac, she turned to him and said, "Let's have a party!"
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*Some of you will remember these two, from my series "Jay's Sex Club Adventures." If you have not read that series yet, then I recommend that you go and read it now, before checking this one out...that way you know a bit more about Rob and Annie, as well as the few other characters who appear throughout this story. If you've already read it, then I hope you enjoy this little spinff that I decided to do. If it goes well, there may be a few others in the future, that will also involve Rob and Annie.
Hope you enjoy.
Whiskey.*
I stood at the altar, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. All of my friends and family had shown up and everyone was so excited; not one of them, as excited as I was though.
Today, I was going to marry the love of my life...the only woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Today, I was marrying my long time lover, Annie.
I watched as Annie walked down the isle, her father walking alongside of her. That beautiful smile on her face...that smile was one of the reasons, that I loved her as much as I did. Annie had really shown me the meaning of love and in the four years that we had been together, we had grown so much as a couple...she was my best fucking friend in the world.
How did we meet though?
How did this beautiful romance that I had come to know, begin in the first place? Well, let me take you back four years...just a few short months before I introduced my good friend Jay, to the wonderful sex club you all know as "The Raven."
You may recall me telling Jay, about the other relationship I had been in; shortly before I met Annie. The girl that I had really thought I was in love with, only to end up having my heart broken by her. I had been a total wreck for a while after that incident, and what made it worse, was that I had never experienced that in my life before.
I had never been in a serious relationship...never believed myself to be in love, with anyone. So when shit went south with her and I got hurt, I got hurt bad. The night I met Annie, was about two months after that incident happened. I walked into The Raven on a Friday night, having never heard of the place before that moment.
I had been out cruising the town for a good place...a new place...somewhere that I hadn't been before. All the bars that I had stopped at, were packed. I had made the mistake that night, of heading out rather late and as a result, everything was already very busy.
It didn't take me long to realize what sort of club this place was though. No more than a minute after I walked through the doors, I was being greeted by a very tall...but pretty sexy girl, with hair that was dyed blue.
"Hey baby," she said, in a sultry voice.
"Welcome to The Raven! This your first time in a place like this?"
"Uh...a place like this?"
"A transsexual club," she replied, as though I had known.
"Oh! No fucking way!"
I looked around at my surroundings, unable to believe what this girl had just told me. None of the women in this place could have made me think, that they were anything other than women.
"You don't have to be so rude," the girl said, angrily.
"What? No, I didn't mean it like that haha, I'm sorry. I just didn't realize that, this was that sort of place."
She smiled and giggled. "So then, this IS your first time in a place like this; right?"
"Yeah, that's a definite. I'm cool with it though."
When I said that I was cool with it, I didn't mean that in the sense that I had planned on hooking up with anyone. I just meant that I was already there and I wasn't homophobic or anything. The atmosphere seemed pretty positive and fun, so I decided to stick around and try to enjoy myself. That girl who greeted me was not Annie, the way; you know her as Holly.
Holly showed me around the club and introduced me to a few other girls, that were all just as sexy as she was. Every chick she introduced me to, could have easily fooled me if Holly didn't tell me that they were just like her. I never would have guessed that any of these girls, had anything extra between their legs.
After a while of walking around with Holly and sharing a few beers with her, she introduced me to her best friend; Lisa.
"A first timer, huh?" Lisa asked, with a grin. "Welcome to the club baby. You having fun, so far?"
"It's a pretty fun fucking place," I replied, raising my glass for a cheer.
"Oh, it is a fun...fucking...place," Lisa laughed.
We clanked glasses, took a long sip of our drinks and fell silent for a moment. Lisa was busy talking with Holly and I was trying to get the bar tenders attention, with the hopes of buying another drink. As I waved the bar tender over, I saw her standing there, on the other side of the bar. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a mini skirt and a pink spaghetti strap tank top, revealing some very impressive cleavage.
I was instantly drawn to her and couldn't take my eyes away, for a good few moments. I snapped out of my daze when the bar tender asked me what I wanted and I looked away, only for a moment, to order a shot.
After I downed my shot, I turned to Lisa and tapped her on the shoulder. "Who's that?" I asked, pointing towards the blonde.
"Oh, that's Annie...she's a really nice girl. Been hanging out around The Raven for a couple of years now."
"She single?"
"Oh," Lisa laughed. "I thought you weren't here for that?"
"Well...maybe I changed my mind. It's hard to ignore someone as beautiful as her."
"Oh, well have at her, lover boy."
I laughed, taking another shot and stepping away from Holly and Lisa, to head in Annie's direction. I couldn't believe it but, I actually felt nervous as I walked towards her. I was trying to think of the right way to introduce myself, without coming off like a weirdo or something like that. I reached her spot, right as she was ordering herself a drink; there was my way in.
"Mind if I cover it, for you?"
She turned and looked me right in the eye. I smiled at her and stepped closer, extending my hand to greet her properly. "My name is Rob. If you don't mind, I would love to buy your next drink for you."
"Well Rob...if you insist, than be my guest."
I paid the bar tender for the drink that she had already ordered, and sat down beside her, as she took a sip of the martini.
"Thank you very much Rob," she smiled at me. "I'm Annie by the way."
"I know," I replied.
She gave me an odd look and I realized, I probably seemed like a total creeper, telling her that I already knew her name like that.
"Uh...Lisa and Holly told me your name."
I pointed across the bar, to the two girls I had been talking to earlier and Annie smiled again. "Is that so? Those two are always trying to set me up, without talking to me first."
"Oh, you misunderstand...I came over here on my own. Lisa didn't tell me to come talk to you. I just saw you sitting over here and you looked a bit lonely. So I asked her your name and than decided to come and talk to you."
"Is that so?"
"That's how it happened."
"Well, it takes a lot of balls for a straight boy like yourself, to just come right over to a girl like me...I give you props."
"It would take a moron, not to talk to a girl as beautiful as-"
"Oh, cut the cheesy lines!"
I was surprised and almost thought she was angry with me, but Annie was still smiling at me and laughing, as she gave me a playful shove. "You don't have to try so hard, Rob...just be yourself, okay?"
I relaxed and smiled back at her, nodding my head in understanding. We got to talking and getting to know one another better. Annie was two years older than I was, making her 27-years of age. Like Lisa said, she had been coming to The Raven for a few years now and was pretty popular around the place. She had been single for a little over a year and unlike me, had ended her last relationship on relatively good terms.
We talked for a couple of hours, until around midnight. At that point, we were both feeling pretty drunk but, if you're thinking things escalated any further from that point...you're wrong. Annie had work in the morning and decided, as drunk as she was, that it was time for her to call it a night.
"I have to get home," she said, standing up and staggering a bit.
"I had a very fun time, hanging out with you!"
"Likewise," I said, standing along with her and kissing her on the hand. "Are you okay getting home? You're not driving, are you?"
"Hell no," Annie laughed. "I've got my roommate picking me up. I'll be home, safe and sound, in a matter of minutes."
"I just wanted to be sure."
"Such a gentlemen!"
"That's the way my mother raised me," I smiled.
Annie stared at me for a few moments, gently biting at her lower lip and than grabbed my hand and pulled me close. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, resting her head on my chest. "You're a very sweet guy," she whispered.
"Give me your cell phone and I'll put my number in there."
"I didn't even have to ask," I joked.
I handed her my phone and she inserted her phone number, in the contacts list. Handing my cell back to me, Annie then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Promise you'll call?"
"Of course," I replied. "I'd be a fool not to."
And with that, she turned and ran towards the exit, stating that her roommate had just texted that she was outside waiting. I really wished, that she could have stayed a little while longer...I had been having so much fun. I had another drink and tried to locate Holly and Lisa, but...they were nowhere to be found. I assumed that they must have gone home as well, or were somewhere in the club, where I just could not see them. In any case, it was getting later and I decided to head home too.
That night, I couldn't seem to get Annie off of my mind. She was all I could think of and it kept me awake, at least half the night. When I finally fell asleep, she was in my dreams too!
I woke the next morning and decided, I didn't want to wait the usual three days that I normally took to call a girl; I wanted to reach out to Annie, as soon as possible. I knew she was at work though and I had no idea where she worked at, or what time she would be finished. I decided to wait until later in the day, hoping that when I did call, I wouldn't be interrupting her job or anything.
I held off until around 4:00 that afternoon, before I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Annie picked up after just a few short rings.
"Hello?"
"Do you know who this is?"
"I believe this is the gentlemen, that I met at The Raven last night...am I right?"
"Winner, winner, chicken dinner."
"Are you inviting me out to dinner?" She asked, laughing.
"Well, I was going to ask that part next..."
"Where did you have in mind?"
We talked for a few minutes, trying to think of somewhere that we would both like to go for dinner. We eventually decided however, to hang out at my apartment and order out. I gave her my address and she said she would be over, as soon as she was finished work...probably around seven o'clock she believed.
I hung up the phone and immediately started getting the place ready. Living alone, I didn't spend much time cleaning the apartment on a regular basis. Not that it was a dirt hole or anything like that, but I did need to run the vacuum cleaner and clear the dishes out of the kitchen sink at least.
After I finished cleaning the apartment, I jumped in the shower and washed up nice and good. Around 7:15 Annie texted me and said, she had just gotten done work. She was on her way over at that exact moment.
I placed an order for a large pizza, before she even arrived at my place. I didn't want either of us to have to wait too long. I knew that I was hungry and after working all day, I figured that Annie was probably starving as well. When she knocked on my door, I welcomed her into the apartment and she smiled, stepping past me.
"This is a pretty nice place you've got, Rob."
"Thanks," I said, shutting the door behind her.
"It's not the best, but it's home."
"It's better than what I have," she laughed. "I'm not really even sure you could call my place an apartment; it's more like a room. It fucking sucks but, it's all I can afford right now."
"Where is it that you work; if you don't mind me asking?"
"Of course not. I work for a cell phone shop...crappy unheard of company, that's only been around for about six or seven months. Since we're so unheard of right now, business is pretty slow. That's why I'm not really making a lot of money."
"I'm sure it'll pick up after a while."
"I sure hope so. Enough about my job though; what do you do?"
"I work for a construction company. I'm a carpenter by trade."
Our conversation carried on and soon enough, the pizza had arrived. With our food sitting before us, we sat down and started watching a few movies on Netflix. We finished eating and shared a few drinks together. The night was moving by quickly...a faster than I had originally anticipated. We were about midway through some Netflix original movie that we were watching, when Annie suddenly snuggled up closer to me on the couch.
I had no problem with that and proceeded, to move one arm around. She laid her head on my shoulder and her hand slid down over my crotch, gently rubbing me through my pants.
I hadn't quite anticipated that but of course, I had no problem with it. Annie lifted her head from my shoulder and I turned to look her in the eyes; that's when her lips pressed softly against mine, for the very first time and I happily returned the kiss.
It started out slow and soft, gradually becoming much more passionate, turning into a burning inferno of passionate kissing. Our hands began to roam and I grabbed her, pulling her into my lap. Annie draped her arms around my neck, sliding her tongue deeper into my mouth and I groaned. My cock was hard as a rock and she must have felt it, because she began dry humping me. Her lips moved to my neck, biting, licking and sucking at my flesh; I shivered and moaned loudly.
"God, you're killing me!"
"Mm, at least you'll die happy; right?"
"Fucking damn straight!"
Annie laughed, kissing me on the lips again and then I watched, as she slid from my lap and to the floor on her knees. She tugged at my sweats and pulled them down, along with my boxers. I lifted my ass off of the couch, to help her pull them down, freeing my throbbing erection. Annie licked her lips and gave me a look of satisfaction, at the sight of my cock.
I had always been quite proud of my eight inch cock and the ladies had always liked it, so that was a huge bonus; Annie was obviously no exception.
I watched, as this beautiful girl wrapped her fingers around my shaft and leaned in, swallowing me whole. I gasped, throwing my head back and moaned. Annie worked my cock like a fucking champ, bobbing her head up and down nice and slow and stroking at the same time; and DAMN did she know how to deep throat.
As she continued sucking and slurping all over my cock, Annie suddenly snaked one of her hands between my legs. I paid little attention to this at first and seemed to actually enjoy it, as she gently rubbed the spot between my balls and my anus.
Then slowly, I became more aware of how close her finger seemed to be getting, to my crack. It clicked, as soon as her finger slipped between my crack and started rubbing my hole.
"Whoa," I gasped and jumped in surprise.
"Sorry," she said, releasing my cock from her mouth.
"I don't have to do that, if you're not up for it..."
I had to think about it for a moment. I had never had anything in my ass before, not even a finger; I never had anyone offer though. I had definitely heard a few guys mention before, that it felt pretty good though. Something about the prostate gland and a lot of people referred to it as, the "male G-spot."
I was a bit skeptical but figured, why not give it a try...
"It's okay," I replied finally. "You just surprised me."
"So...I should keep doing it?"
Chewing on my bottom lip, I nodded my head and Annie smiled. She immediately resumed probing my hole with her finger, teasing it for a few moments and then gently pushing it into me. As her finger slid into my ass, Annie swallowed my cock once again and resumed sucking. She kept pushing her finger deeper and deeper, until she was up to the knuckle inside of me and rubbing what I could only assume, was the prostate.
The moment her finger touched that spot inside of me, I gasped and my body gave a violent jerk. My cock twitched in her mouth and I gripped the cushions of the couch, lifting my ass up and forcing her mouth down further over my dick.
"Fuuck!" I groaned, surprised at the intensity of her finger.
She continued rubbing my prostate, keeping my cock deep in her mouth and rubbing my balls with her free hand. My heart was pounding and the pleasure just seemed to keep building. Between the suction of her warm, wet mouth and her finger pressing gently against my prostate...I wouldn't last much longer.
As if she could sense that I was about to explode, Annie suddenly stopped everything all together. She released my cock from her mouth and slowly pulled her finger from my ass, and my whole body seemed to sink back into the soft cushions.
"W-Why did you stop?"
"Because, I want you to fuck my ass, silly."
"Ha...I can't say no to that."
Annie stood up and smiling down at me, she began a sort of strip tease. Dancing slowly in the middle of my living room, to no music, she started by pulling her shirt up over her head. She tossed it to the floor and then moved on to her pants, gliding down her long, smooth legs and stepping out of them. She stood in front of me now, with nothing but her bra and panties...I could see the bulge of her cock in the front of her panties.
I had nearly forgotten, that Annie was packing something extra.
Annie stepped forward and within seconds, she was sitting on my lap again and straddling me. She kissed me and shoved her tongue into my mouth. My cock rose to attention immediately and I reached back, casually removing her bra as we kissed.
Then, I stood up and lifted her up with me, turning around and laying her flat on her back on the couch. She pulled me into her and my left hand moved up, to cup one of her breasts. I moved my head down some and buried my face between her gorgeous tits, breathing in her scent and groaning in ecstasy.
I started kissing my way down her belly and down to her waist line...stopping, just above the bulge in her panties. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband and gently pulled them down...out flopped her cock, hard as a rock and standing at almost a whole nine inches.
I could feel the heat radiating from her dick and smell the fresh scent of sweat, breathing it in through my nose.
I had never been so up close and personal with another cock; it was strange to see one right in front of me, besides my own.
"You don't have to do anything like that, if you don't want," Annie said, gently stroking my cheek.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. Without saying a word, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around her cock. I definitely took her off guard. Annie gasped, then let out a very long moan and arched her back, as I started gently bobbing my head. I of course, had no real idea what I was doing...so I just did what I knew I enjoyed, having done to me.
My tongue flicked the underside of her cock, the part where the head connects to the shaft. Annie groaned, writhing around underneath of me and clearly enjoying herself so far. I was trying to take it easy; no deep throating, just yet. I didn't want to struggle with it and I knew, that would be something I would struggle with, since I had no experience with it.
Annie didn't seem to have any issues with that; she was incredibly patient with me and probably surprised, that I was even doing this much.
After a few minutes of sucking, Annie gently pushed my head away and I looked down at her with confusion. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, of course not! You're doing great, lover."
I smiled at her, wrapping my fingers around her cock and gently stroking.
"I really...REALLY want you to fuck me though," she carried on. I laughed and sat up on my knees.
"Sorry...guess I got a bit carried away."
"No need to apologize," she giggled. "You were doing an amazing job, especially for your first time."
Annie sat up and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss and reaching down to stroke my cock for me. I moaned softly and she broke the kiss, than turned around and laid flat on her stomach, revealing that gorgeous fucking ass; god, how could I resist?
I gave her ass a nice smack, the sound echoing loudly throughout my apartment. I admired the way her ass jiggled, when I slapped it and Annie laughed, as I spread her cheeks and buried my face between them. It was a night of many firsts, as I shoved my tongue into her tight hole and started licking.
As I attempted my first ever rim job, I could feel my cock throbbing now; Annie and I were both growing impatient, at this point.
I pulled my face back from her ass and grabbed my cock, sliding forward some and lining it up with her hole. Annie jiggled her ass and pushed back against me a bit, as I leaned in and kissed her on the back of her neck. I probed her hole for a few moments, teasing her; she wasn't having any of that.
"Just FUCK me already, will you?"
I laughed, kissing her neck again and slowly pushing forward. We both moaned in unison, as the head of my cock slowly popped into her tight little asshole. Annie gripped the sides of my couch, biting her lip and shaking underneath of me. I kept pushing and pushing, guiding my cock deeper into her hole, inch by inch until I finally bottomed out completely.
"Ohhhh, fuck; you're so big!" She moaned.
"And you're so fucking tight...god damn, Annie."
"F-Fuck me...please!"
She was moaning and whimpering, as I slowly pulled halfway back and thrust forward once again. She gasped and pushed back against me and I repeated the same action, pulling back and slamming right back into her again and again. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up onto her hands and knees, thrusting harder and faster now.
She was grunting and panting, sweating profusely as I rammed her ass with aggression.
"That's it baby," she moaned. "Give it to me fucking good!"
"You like my cock in your ass?"
"Fuck yeah; it's so fucking big!"
The dirty talk seemed to turn the both of us on, even more than we already were. I started fondling her tits and kissing her neck as I continued driving myself in and out of her. Annie turned her head a little, kissing me hard on the lips. Our tongues danced as we fucked and I could feel myself starting to get close. One hand traveled down over her tummy and took hold of her cock, jerking it furiously, in an attempt to bring us both to a mutual climax. I wanted us to get off at the exact same time.
My balls ached for release and I pushed Annie forward, her upper body hanging off the edge of the couch now. I drove my cock balls deep into her ass and with a loud grunt, I felt my whole body shake as I started to cum. Annie was crying out underneath of me; she was cumming too. I had achieved my goal, of bringing us both to a mind blowing orgasm at the same time. I felt my cock twitch and jerk as I pumped my cum into her ass and her own dick pulsating in my hand, squirting a massive load of warm, sticky cum all over the couch and my fingers.
When it was over, I sunk into her and it took a few moments to realize, I was partially crushing her between my body weight and the sofa. She giggled underneath of me and let out a low grunt, pushing her ass back against me. "You alive up there?"
"Yes," I laughed. "God...I haven't came so hard in forever."
"I could say the same thing," she replied.
I pulled out and rolled off of her, carefully sliding off of the couch and onto the floor. Annie stood up and looked down at the sofa, than her eyes went wide with shock and embarrassment. "I'm so, SO sorry!"
"What?"
"I came all over your fucking couch; oh my god, I'm so-"
"Hey, wait! It's okay," I sat, sitting up and admiring the pool of cum on the couch. "It's okay, really! It's kind of my fault actually."
"W-What?"
"I should have had you on your back or something, that's all. Really, it's no big deal; nobody comes over that often anyway. I'll just throw a sheet over it, if I ever have to."
Annie relaxed and smiled, but I could tell she still felt really bad. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her close and kissing her on the cheek. After freshening up a bit, Annie announced that she had to get home and get some sleep. We both got dressed and I walked her outside to her car, sharing a kiss on the lips and saying our goodbyes. That was the first time that we had sex and it was also the moment that I knew for sure...Annie was the only girl for me.
Annie was funny, smart, kind, loving and beautiful...
She was gold.
Then there was the first time, that Annie got to top me.
We took our time with that one, waiting until a good six or seven months into our relationship. I was a nervous wreck about it, although I really did want to try. Annie said that it wasn't very often that she liked to top. You had to have the right body, personality and of course...the right ass, for her to even want to do something like that.
Apparently, my ass was just perfect...those are her words too, not my own.
We had messed around a bit here and there, with a couple of fingers and that alone felt pretty good to me. I had also grown pretty use to sucking her cock. Sometimes we would spend hours just performing oral sex on each other, 69 being the favorite position for those particular nights. There were moments where I swore, it was better to lay there and suck each other off, than anything else. Annie would often agree but she also stated, there was nothing better than a dick in her ass.
When that night finally arrived, it started off rather quickly and felt like it was just rushing by faster then I wanted.
I was lying on my stomach, ass up in the air and Annie sitting on my legs and massaging my back. She had already spent a good while sucking my dick and fingering my ass, also relying on a butt-plug that she had, to help loosen me up a bit. I flinched, as I felt the cold lube pouring all over my ass. She rubbed it in and slid her fingers in and out of me, making sure I was good and wet.
Then I heard the bottle squelch again, as she poured some more lube into the palm of her hand and rubbed it all over her dick. "You sure you're ready for this?"
"Of course," I replied nervously. "I'm ready."
"I don't want to make you do anything, that you don't feel comfortable doing Rob..."
"Annie, honestly...it's okay. I'm ready...I want this."
She hesitated for a moment, as I looked back at her over my shoulder and smiled. Seeing in my eyes that I was being sincere, Annie smiled back and slid forward finally. I buried my face in the pillow and waited, my heart pounding in my chest and my whole body lightly trembling. Truth was...I had never been more nervous, about anything else, in my entire fucking life. That didn't mean that I did not want this though.
I felt her cock between my cheeks, the head pressing against my hole and...
"Ohhhh, fuckkk!"
I want to be clear; it wasn't a sound that you make, when you're in pain. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the most incredible feeling in the world either, not at first at least. I was surprised though, at how little it seemed to hurt when she first slipped inside of my ass. Maybe it was the generous amount of lube that she had applied beforehand, or the twenty minutes or so, of fingering and fucking me with that butt-plug.
I'm really not sure what it was; it just didn't hurt nearly as much as I expected.
"You alright?"
"Yeah," I laughed. "I'm totally good, actually."
"Okay...should I go slow?"
"Maybe at first..."
Annie started slowly easing the rest of her dick, into my tight little ass. It only took a few moments before she had bottomed out, and I could feel her tits poking at my back. Her hot breath against the back of my neck, I wiggled around a little underneath of her for a moment and pushed my ass back against her cock. Annie giggled, getting the point and started humping me.
I sighed, gripping the sheets on the bed and trembling. As she began thrusting in and out, it felt as though my insides were being pushed around. With every thrust that she delivered, I could feel every inch of her cock moving deep inside of me. Every time that she pulled back, it felt like she was pulling my insides out, along with her cock.
It was a very strange sensation at first, but not one that I was against.
Gradually, I started to feel a tingling sensation in the tip of my cock and I could tell, I was leaking pre-cum. It formed a small pool underneath of me, oozing freely from the tip of my cock.
Annie began thrusting harder and faster and as she did, the tingling sensation in my dick began to increase. It almost felt like I had to piss. The intense pressure in my ass was starting to increase as well, and as it did...I started to breathe heavier. A soft moan escaped my lips, just loud enough for Annie to hear. It barely even registered with me that I had just moaned, until Annie giggled and mentioned it herself.
"Sounds like someone is starting to enjoy this, almost as much as I'm enjoying it."
"I...w-what?"
"Does it feel good, baby?"
"Ohhh god, yes..."
With that, all bets were off. Annie dropped all restraints and decided, it was time to really give it to me. She pulled almost completely out of my ass and in one swift move, Annie slammed hard, right back into me. I gasped and my eyes went wide, the force of her thrust knocking the air, right out of my lungs.
"Holy FUCK!"
"Mmm, that's it baby," Annie laughed.
Annie withdrew her cock about halfway, once again and slammed back into me again and again. Every time that she would drive her cock back into my ass, she would take my breath away. For the first few moments, I found it hard to even breathe or say anything at all.
Annie placed both hands above my head, on the pillows and proceeded to start hammering away at my ass. Moaning and grunting in my ear, she leaned in and started kissing me on the back of my neck. She kept it up for a good few moments and finally, grabbed me by the hips, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. Holding on to my love handles, Annie was drilling the fuck out of me now.
I had gone from paralyzed and too in shock to make a single sound, to moaning and panting and begging for her to fuck me harder. The sound of her hips slapping against my ass, bounced off the walls around us. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air. Annie pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back, lifting my legs high into the air and sliding right back into me again.
"I want to see your face while I fuck you," she said, smiling.
Annie kissed me on the lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth and we made out, as she continued driving her cock in and out of my hole. That tingling sensation in my cock had become overwhelming at this point. My entire body was shaking and I was moaning louder and louder, by the moment.
"You're going to make me cum baby," Annie whispered.
"Yeah? Go for it babe...fucking cum for me."
"Ohhh fuck...I'm almost there. Where do you want it?"
I thought about it for a few moments, than made my decision with a big grin. "You can cum inside of me," I replied.
"Really? You want me to cum inside, on your first time?"
"Why not?"
Annie giggled, "You're a dirty little slut."
She started drilling me harder and faster now, burying her face in the crook of my neck and moaning in my ear. I could feel her cock start to swell up, giving a twitch inside of me. I squeezed my ass, clamping down around her and Annie cried out in pleasure. Her cock began to pulsate, throbbing inside of me and she started pumping her cum deep into my asshole.
I continued squeezing my ass around her cock, moaning as I felt the warmth of her cum, flowing inside of me. It was like I was trying to milk her dry. Annie delivered a few more powerful thrusts, hitting me in exactly the right spot...and that's when it hit me.
My own orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, crushing me and sending me into a fit of spasms and causing the entire room to spin, all around me; then, everything went black.
I came to a few minutes later, to find Annie looking down at me with concern written all over her face. My vision was a bit blurry at first, but gradually began to clear.
"What...happened?"
"Thank god you're awake," she laughed nervously.
"I can't believe you blacked out!"
"I...blacked out?"
"You're the first guy, that I have ever made pass out from an orgasm; I'm not sure whether to be proud of that or not."
I laughed, propping myself up on my elbows and groaning softly. "You're telling me...that I blacked out from my orgasm?"
"It can happen sometimes," she replied.
"Usually with first timers, that aren't use to a prostate induced orgasm. Sometimes the feeling can just be overwhelming, the first time you experience it."
"Wow," I laughed. "Just...wow..."
"I don't think I need to ask, but...did you enjoy it?"
I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her down on top of me. We kissed passionately, my hands moving down the small of her back and over her ass.
"I fucking loved it," I whispered. "Who would have known, I'd like getting fucked in the ass like that."
"Don't mock it, until you try it; right?"
We both laughed and kissed a few more times, Annie rolling over and laying beside me. We spent about an hour, just talking about what we had just done and how it felt for both of us.
Annie, who had always been the kind of girl that only liked to top on occasion, was suddenly feeling much more versatile than before. We made an agreement that night, that things would not be one-sided in our relationship. By now, it's become pretty common for us to reverse the roles in the bedroom.
Annie reached the end of the isle and stepped away from her father. He lifted her veil and gave her a peck on the cheek and a hug, before smiling and waving at me, then stepping aside. I stood there, taking in the beauty of my bride-to-be. The way the sunlight fell over her face...she looked like a fucking angel.
Annie stepped towards me and the ceremony began. After reciting our vows, the minister closed out the ceremony..."I now pronounce you, husband and wife."
Friends and family all cheered, as I pulled my beautiful wife into my arms and kissed her on the lips. We turned to face our friends and family and they cheered even louder. Then, it was off to the reception.
Annie and I had chosen a nice reception hall, not too far from the location of the wedding. We had over a 150 people that were going to be there, but it was a pretty big hall so we weren't worried. The food was great and the DJ was a perfect pick, worth the money that we had spent to hire him. There was music, alcohol, dancing and laughter; everyone had a great time. The night was drawing towards an end, and I had stepped outside to smoke a cigarette, when Jay came out behind me.
"Congratulations, buddy."
He gave me a pat on the back and lit up a cigarette of his own, taking a long drag. "I'm so happy for you and Annie," Jay said, smiling at me.
"Thanks Jay. I told you, I knew she'd be my wife from the moment we first met. Didn't I tell you that?"
Jay laughed and nodded his head, as we started discussing that first night a few years earlier, when I had told Jay about Annie and The Raven Club. I had convinced Jay to go with me to the club, where I introduced him to Annie, as well as all the other girls that I knew there. He quickly befriended Holly and Lisa, and now he was in a relationship of his own; with Holly.
It had been a rocky road for the two of them, I knew. Jay had been attracted to Lisa at first and he had gotten his heart broken in the end, when she took off and left him behind.
Lisa wasn't interested in relationships; Jay found that out, the hard way.
It all worked out for the better though...I couldn't imagine my best friend, with anyone other than Holly. She seemed to do for Jay, what Annie did for me; she was his gold.
"So, when are you and Holly gonna tie the knot?" I asked, jokingly at first.
Jay looked over at me and chuckled, then shrugged his shoulders. "It might not be that far off, to be honest."
"No shit, really?"
"Really," he nodded. "I've been shopping around for a ring."
"That's great buddy, congratulations!"
"Don't congratulate me yet; I haven't even asked her yet."
I could tell he was nervous, just thinking about asking Holly to be his wife. He had nothing to worry about though.
"Don't sweat it Jay; Holly will say yes, for sure."
"Think so?"
"You fucking kidding me? Dude, she loves the hell outta you."
Jay smiled, staring off into the distance for a few moments, before throwing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. "Yeah, she does. I love the hell outta her too."
I gave my friend a pat on the back, throwing my cigarette aside too and we made our way back inside.
The night came to an end, with Annie and I thanking all of our guests for coming out to celebrate with us. Minutes later, we were on our way home. It was time for our first night together, as husband and wife.
I carried her across the threshold of our house, both of us a little tipsy and laughing and giggling the whole way upstairs. I set her down on her feet at the end of the bed, and we started kissing. Within minutes, our clothes were gone and her wedding dress was laid carefully over the back of a chair.
I laid her down on the bed, kissing her softly on the neck; tonight, it was all about her and only her. I kissed my way down her neck and to her breasts, tracing circles around her nipples with my tongue and moving my hand down below her waist. Annie groaned softly, as I wrapped my fingers around her cock and started gently stroking. I kissed further down, over her belly and down to her cock, wrapping my lips around the head of her shaft and sucking on just the head at first.
"Ohhh...Rob..."
My tongue flicked the back of the head, swirling around it for a few moments and tasting her sweet pre-cum. Then I took the plunge, swallowing her whole cock and started to deep throat. I reached up and gently played with her nipples, rubbing and pinching them, as I sucked her dick. I sucked and stroked, bobbing my head and gagging for a few minutes before Annie pushed my head away and smiled.
"Your mouth is lovely," she teased. "But...you know what I really want."
"I guess I do," I replied, with a grin. I pushed myself up onto my knees and Annie rolled over onto her stomach.
I admired the beauty of that perfect little bubble butt, giving it a few spanks and loving how it jiggled when I slapped it.
I spread her cheeks and leaned in, breathing in the musky aroma and groaned softly. My tongue flicked across her tight little hole, teasing and tasting, before plunging inside of her. Annie gave a cute little gasp and then sighed, as I smacked her ass again.
She readjusted herself some, so that I could stroke her cock, while I continued to eat her sexy little ass.
Pre-cum dripped down my fingers, oozing from the tip of her cock; she was so horny and so was I.
I couldn't hold off anymore, and Annie didn't want me to hold off. I reached for a bottle of lube on the nightstand and popped the cap, pouring some of it all over her ass. It ran down between her ass crack and I smeared it all over her tight hole.
Slipping my fingers in and out of her ass, I used my free hand to stroke my cock, coating it with lube and making it nice and slick.
I moved up behind her, pressing my cock to her hole and pushing forward.
"Ohhh," she moaned, pushing back against me.
As Annie pushed back, my entire cock slipped right into her with ease. She gasped and gripped the sheets, panting and biting her lip as I slowly pulled back and then slammed forward again. My hands moved down to her hips and within moments, I was pounding away, fucking her ass with passion.
I flipped her onto her back after a moment or so and smiled, kissing her forehead, as I slowed my pace a bit. In this position, I could admire the look of absolute pleasure that was smeared, all over her beautiful face. I was making love to my wife, not just fucking her. Her legs wrapped around me and she pulled me deeper into her, digging at my back with her nails. I gently sucked on her tits for a few moments, teasing the nipples with my tongue and reaching down to stroke her cock at the same time.
"Fuck me," she whispered softly.
Then, I was right back to drilling her ass again, giving her exactly what I knew she wanted. It didn't take long before soft, gentle moans, had turned out to loud cries and screams of pleasure. We rolled around a bit for a moment, never pulling my cock from her ass, until I was on my back and she was riding me.
Annie bounced up and down in my lap, her tits jiggling as she did and I pulled her in close to suck on them again.
Our bodies slapping together, her own cock flopped around, slapping up against her belly. She stopped suddenly and lifted herself off of my dick, sliding forward and shoving her own tool between my lips. With a mouth full of she meat, I gagged, as Annie began throat fucking me.
I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer until I could feel her balls against my chin.
"God, suck it good baby!"
I sucked her cock, fondling her ass as I did, until she decided she'd had enough. Annie pulled back again and lowered herself back onto my cock, once again riding me like a horse. Then without warning, Annie's entire body tensed up and I could feel her ass clamping down around my cock.
She cried out in pleasure, her whole body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. I watched as her cock swelled up and erupted, spraying cum all over my stomach and my chest. She dropped on top of me and I held her there for a few moments, stroking her back.
When Annie finally lifted herself off of my cock and collapsed beside me, I pushed myself up onto my knees and smiled down at her. She looked so fucking sexy, her skin glistening with sweat and her cheeks a rosy red. I leaned in and kissed her, and we made out for a few moments, before she seemed to come to life with sexual energy once again. Annie sat up and threw me onto my back, before wrapping her hungry lips around my cock.
"Fuck," I moaned.
I hadn't gotten the chance to cum myself, when I had been fucking her ass. This obviously was not okay with Annie, as she eagerly worked my cock with her mouth and throat, trying desperately to bring me to an orgasm.
Her hands snaked between my legs, fingers rubbing my own tight little hole and sliding inside of me. I sighed, lifting my ass up off of the mattress and allowing her to slide deeper. The suction of her lips around my cock and her fingers, pressing against my prostate...I couldn't hold out for very long.
I began gyrating my hips, panting and sweating, as I felt myself drawing closer and closer.
"I-I'm gonna...cum..."
Hearing that, Annie took me deep into her throat and stayed there for a few seconds, trying hard to defy her gag reflex. When she couldn't take it any longer, Annie pulled back and started sucking on just the head. She pressed firmly against my prostate and that was all I could take, lifting my ass off of the bed again and letting out a rather long and drawn out moan.
My cock twitched and throbbed, pulsating between her lips, as I pumped my cum into her mouth and right down her throat. She swallowed every last drop; god I loved when she swallowed and I knew that she loved it, just as much.
Annie came back up, gasping for air as she released my cock and crawled up alongside of me; we were both completely spent. She kissed my neck and laid her head on my chest, stroking my thigh.
"I love you," I muttered.
"I know...and I love you too. I'm so happy, to be your wife."
I smiled, turning onto my side and wrapping my arms around her. I knew that we would be together forever. Annie was amazing, beautiful and my best fucking friend.
Annie was just gold; pure fucking gold.
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This is a story that I am making for a friend, named Damostat. All things here are of his request. This is not, and I repeat, not a story for those with weak stomachs or those that hate the things that are found in Alternative Hard sections of image archives. This is not a story for those under legal age. Read at your own risk.
Seriously. Read. At. Your. Own. Risk.
"The club's really going downhill lately, isn't it, Isaak," the dragon asked his managing partner, his eyes wandering over the empty seats near the bar, and the lack of people walking by the front door. Even the people that did walk by didn't even seem to give the door a second glance when they noticed it. "I don't think that we've seen a new customer for three months."
"Four months, Draconicon," the polar bear said from behind the bar. "Four months, three days, and six hours, since we've seen a new customer. Drinks and conversation just isn't enough to draw in the crowds anymore, you know this," Isaak said with a shrug. Setting down one of the mugs he'd been cleaning out for the fifth time, he walked over to the door with his partner. "I know that Karlos doesn't approve of all the things that the competition does, and for the most part I agree with him. But you have to admit, their use of...well-"
"Strippers, prostitutes, and sex shows? Yeah, they're effective at drawing in the desperate of the street, that's for sure," the dragon said with a shake of his head. He crossed his arms, and shook his head again before walking over to the door, and flipping the sign from "Open" to "Closed." "Too bad the owner has such a problem with hiring one here. We'd get tons of customers, with the way we could train him," Draconicon said with a chuckle as he started closing the windows around the front door.
The white furred bear nodded, setting down another cleaned out mug. "You ever figure out what his problem is about that? I never quite could figure that out."
"Neither could I. All I got out of him was that he just didn't want it to happen," Draconicon said as he sat down at the bar. Sighing, he pulled a small canteen of sorts from his belt, and sipped at whatever was inside. "I tell you, Isaak, that hippo has more problems with the laws allowing sex slaves than anything else. He shoulda been a politician, not a bar owner."
Nodding, his business partner began picking up the various chairs that dotted the room, setting them on the tops of the tables for the janitors to have a clear run when it came to cleaning time before joining the dragon at the bar, pulling his own little canteen out.
The both of them sipped at their drinks for a while, simply thinking and enjoying each other's company in the relative silence before the rest of the clubs in the neighborhood really got going for the night. It was the only time during the day that they could forget about the way life continued to deal them bad hands, both in business and in their personal lives.
Of course, the silence inevitably broke with the question that one or the other always asked the other. Tonight, it was Isaak asking Draconicon, "Any new dates out there?"
He snorted lightly, and shook his head. "Best I can really do is find a guy here and there on the Net for a quick cybersex session. Not many of them like what I do, or even tolerate it. Not that I can blame them, sometimes," the dragon said with a shake of his head, swilling back his drink. "You?"
"The same, unfortunately," Isaak said with a shake of his own head. Tossing his canteen through the window to the kitchen at the back of the bar, both of them heard it land with a perfect clink in the sink. "Too bad I can't score with the furs out there as easily as I do that, huh?" the bear said with a small smile, getting up off of his stool and walked towards the side door of the club, one that led to the alley nearby.
The dragon got up to offer some consolations to the bear, but before he could say anything, both of them heard a loud crash from outside. "What the hell?!" Draconicon yelled, pushing Isaak out of the way and rushing out the door.
"Shit, shit, shit," Damo muttered as he pulled himself free of the garbage cans, the slime and stench of their contents soaked through what rags he wore, and sticking to his fur. "So much for a meal there," he grunted as he pulled himself out from under the pile of cheap metal. Several new bruises dotted his back, while old bruises made almost flower petal arrays around the new ones.
"Gotta get out of here before anyone-"
The door into the building that made one side of the alley burst outwards, nearly hitting him on the nose. Dodging back just in time, Damo grunted as he slammed back against the building wall, in plain view to the dragon and polar bear that walked out.
"Who the hell did-" the dragon started to say before seeing him. The anger on his face quickly changed to a smile, one that had more than a few teeth behind it. "Look what we have here, Isaak. A little lost cub, foraging for food."
With all the hot-bloodedness of the adolescent, Damo's fear shifted to anger, and he growled as he stuck out his fist. "Hey, I'm thirteen years old. I'm no cub!"
Both of the older furs chuckled at that, pushing themselves in a little closer towards the cub. Damo backed up two steps for each that the older furs took towards him. Not looking where he was going, it didn't take long for a few new rips to show up in his already ragged clothes, and soon he had his back against the wall at the end of the alley.
The dragon in front of him turned to the polar bear, and said, "Isaak...are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
The polar bear blinked, and looked down at him again before answering the dragon. "Well, he is young...but he's definitely a street kid. Nobody's gonna miss him if we take him in and train him...and this way, Karlos won't have anything to object about. Its not like we're kidnapping anyone. Not with this little squirt likely being homeless anyway."
Damo liked the way the conversation was going less and less, but he kept quiet. Both adults were starting to get really focused on their conversation, and they were focusing less on him. If they just turned a little bit more so their eyes were off of him, he could get away.
But they didn't. One of them kept their eyes on him at all times, and they only talked for a few minutes before nodding at each other and grabbing him by his arms. "Hey, hey, let me go!" the young bear yelled, pulling on his arms. The dragon and the polar bear were too strong, though, and he couldn't break their grip. They yanked him along until they were back inside the building they'd jumped out of.
They let go of his arms for a second after they got inside, but before he could run away, the polar bear had him handcuffed to the nearest bar stool. Both of the grown-ups sat down and stared at him while he pulled on the chains that held him against the stool.
Damo growled as he pulled hard on the handcuffs. They were so tight on his wrists that he couldn't slip through them like he had with a few policemen, and it actually hurt pulling on them. Not only that, but there was so little room between the handcuff chain that he couldn't just spread his arms and lift them around the stool seat. That didn't stop him from trying, though.
Nearly twenty minutes later, he fell to the floor. His arms hurt, the muscles exhausted from trying to move what couldn't be moved, and his belly grumbled from the lack of food the past few days. Turning his head to the dragon and polar bear, Damo put on a pitiful face, and whimpered. "Please...please let me have some food? If you're...you're gonna keep me here...at least you can feed me...please?" he begged, actual tears coming into his eyes.
He fell back against the stool as one of the adults slapped him. Yelping as he hit his head against the underside of the bar, he leaped back to his feet, growling and snapping at the grown-ups, glaring at them, all pitifulness forgotten. "Hey, don't you know you're not supposed to smack a cub?!"
The dragon chuckled and shook his head. "You just insisted you weren't a cub. Can't have it both ways, little guy," he said in a mocking tone.
"That was before I knew you were gonna hit me!" Damo said, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. "And what do you guys want with me? Why'd you yank me in here?"
Both the dragon and the polar bear laughed, the bear's belly jiggling while the dragon's whole body simply shook. "What?!" Damo yelled. "What's so fucking funny?!"
Both adults shook their heads a couple of times, and the dragon gestured for the ursine to explain. As the dragon walked behind the bar, the polar bear, Isaak, Damo remembered his name was, said, "You probably have heard what all the other bars and stuff around here do to get people to come in for business. Hiring strippers, keeping hookers on staff, that kind of stuff. You hear about any of that?" The white furred bear cocked his head to the side, curious.
Damo shrugged. "Yeah, I've seen that. Most of them are pretty old ladies, I think. Don't know why any guy would want anything from them," he muttered, pulling on the handcuffs again, to see if they'd loosened any.
They hadn't.
"Good, so you know about them," Isaak said. Kneeling down in front of him, Isaak explained the situation. "The owner of this little club, a hippo by the name of Karlos, has pretty much forbidden us from hiring anyone that will do that here. He finds it bad to encourage the business of those kinds of people or something. However, we're not hiring you. We're just pulling you in and teaching you how to do this," the elder ursine said, smiling. "No pay for you, and we train you. People come in to fuck you, and we get paid for it. That's all there is to it."
Damo blinked a couple of times, staring at the polar bear as if he was speaking in another language. A...a sex slave?! They were going to turn him into a sex slave?! That couldn't be possible, that couldn't be right, or even legal. "But...but its against the law to turn a cub into-
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Isaak said with a chuckle, standing up and walking away from him. "There are enough discreet clients that would love a boy cub for us not to worry. Now, we just need to do a couple of tests, to make sure you're healthy enough for some sex, and then we'll get started on your training. At least, we will when that lazy pile of scales gets back with the testing equipment!" he yelled over the bar.
"Hey, you try finding anything in that closet back there, and tell me how long it takes you!" the dragon's voice yelled back before reappearing. Damo noticed he carried two pill bottles, and three empty plastic bags. Despite the normalness of the objects, he couldn't help but whimper anxiously.
The pills in the dragon's hands were laxatives and some home brewed Viagra, some stuff that he and Isaak had experimented with a while back when they were in a business other than the bartending industry. Back then, such things had been almost a necessity, rather than the luxury they now were.
The dragon smiled at the way the bear cub was just squirming in his chains. He so loved it when they squirmed, it looked so much more...inviting. "Oh, stop squirming, ya brat," he muttered under his breath as he set the pills and baggies down on the bar before giving the cub a smack to the back of the head. "You'll get more food here than you would on the streets, and who knows? You might even like this," the dragon added.
He sighed lightly as he pulled open the first bottle of laxatives, and took a small sniff of the powdery pills inside. They smelled chalky, and a few had already broken after hitting the sides of the bottle. Luckily, the powder was as effective as the pills themselves.
Tossing a few into his paw, he turned to the bear. "Now, do I need to have Isaak hold you down while I stuff these pills down your throat, or will you take them on your own?" he asked, his head cocked to the side.
At a slow shake of the head from the cub, the dragon leaned down, and held out the three pills needed. "Swallow all of these down, and then pull off those rags you call clothes," he commanded. He held up a finger as the cub seemed about to protest. "You might as well start with that now. As soon as you become a sex slave here in the club, you're gonna be naked all the time," he warned the bear.
That warning was enough for the bear, evidently, because he pulled his pants off. He did it hesitantly, but he did it, and then swallowed the pills he was given. "So, what do...what do these pills do?" the cub asked.
"They're super laxatives, much more powerful than anything those that the stores sell to the public," the dragon said, the polar bear chuckling behind him. "We need some stool samples to make sure you're healthy enough for this, not carrying any parasites, you understand," Draconicon said with a smile and a chuckle. "And you should start shitting in just a few more seconds, if you're as light as you look."
Damo stared up at the scaly at that pronouncement, blinking a couple of times before growling. Yanking on his handcuffs, he yelled, "What the hell are you talking about?! Bad enough you're going to make me a slave, but you're going to make me take a shit like a toddler in here too?! What kind of sick freaks are you guys?!" He pulled hard on the chains, snapping at the older furs. The dragon above him watched a clock.
"Three...two..."
Damo almost asked what he was counting down for, but as the dragon reached two, he doubled over. His bowels writhed around under his skin, and he felt like he hadn't taken a dump in weeks, if not months.
His eyes jerked around from wall to wall inside the bar, desperately searching for a bathroom. Forgetting that he was chained to the barstool, he jerked towards the first door he saw, only to be yanked back. His eyes jerked up to those of the dragon's, pleading for a chance to get out of this and not have to shit in front of them, but the white eyes of his...his master, didn't even change.
All the scaly did was hold out a plastic bag.
"Damn you...bastard..." Damo muttered before grabbing the bag. Stuffing it under his ass, he grunted softly as the shit suddenly rushed out of him. His hole actually burned from the speed and amount of the stuff that rushed out, and the bag soon bulged to its maximum capacity. Some of the shit leaked out of the top and pressed against his rump, the wet, odorous solids soon falling to his feet and getting crushed under his heels as he fell back against them.
It felt like half an hour passed before the shit stopped coming out of his ass, and by the looks on the adults faces, it had certainly been longer than they had expected. Damo was covered in shit from the calves down, and it felt like it had soaked into his fur. Glaring up at the dragon, he slowly, shakily stood up, and held out the bag. "Here's the shit you poisoned me for," he muttered under his breath.
About to sit back down, he grunted as he was pulled back upright by his neck. This time, it was the polar bear that was staring into his eyes, since the dragon was a little busy rushing the bulging bag of poop off to wherever these psychos got it tested. "Don't go limp on us yet, kid. You still owe us a sperm sample and a urine sample," the polar bear said. "I'll give you the choice. Which do you want first?"
Damo stared at the fur that should have been helping him here. After all, they were both ursines, they were both apparently subservient to the dragon, and the polar bear bore the marks of someone that used to live on the streets. The toughness, the look in the eyes, not to mention a few scars that were on his hands and face...in all the things he'd heard about, people who had made it off the streets helped each other. Apparently that was wrong too.
Knowing that there was no way to get out of this, Damo hung his head. "I'll...I'll give the urine sample first," he said, expected to be given a cup. Instead, his mouth was forced open, and two pills were shoved into it.
"Sperm sample it is, then," the polar bear said, holding Damo's mouth shut so that he was forced to swallow the bitter tasting pills. "You should be popping an erection in about twenty seconds...maybe sooner," Isaak added as he gave a pointed gaze at the cub's groin.
Damo blushed as the polar bear seemed as conservative in his guess as the dragon had been with his watch. He already felt his cock trying to push upwards and harden, and he had to think of the most disgusting things he could to keep it from happening. He kept the thought of a hot, wet pussy in his mind, and for the moment, that seemed to be working. His hardening prick stopped in its tracks, for the moment.
As the seconds ticked on, though, it got harder and harder to hold the image of that sickening hole in his head. The pills he'd taken weren't just a cock hardener, apparently, but something that made someone horny, too. Groaning as whatever they were started rushing through his body, the mental image of a pussy flickered, getting replaced by a hard, dripping cock. It looked so good in his head that Damo actually drooled a little bit before shaking his head, trying to clear the thoughts from it.
"No...no, can't get hard..." he muttered to himself, pinching his arms a little bit to distract him from the thoughts of cocks. There were so many thoughts of them, now that the first had gotten into his head. Bear cocks, horse cocks, human cocks, cocks, cocks, cocks, they just wouldn't stop!
With a nearly audible 'sproing', the cub's cock bounced up and out of its sheath, pointing upwards at a forty five degree angle. It hit that angle, and hardened, and hardened, and hardened some more, getting so stiff that even when Isaak reached out and grabbed it, the polar bear couldn't turn it more than half an inch to either side. "Looks like the dragon amped up the potency of those pills...I'll need to get some of those for a date later this week, if you're not trained up by then," the polar bear said as he started jerking on the cub's shaft. He pulled on it quickly and efficiently, and despite being no stranger to masturbation, Damo couldn't help but respond to it. Arching his back and thrusting his hips forward against the older bear's paw, he grunted and moaned despite himself. Inside his head, he was screaming at his body to stop, but his body took no notice of it.
His undersized body didn't have any trouble producing pre, despite his young age. Damo's cock pulsed with each stroke that Isaak gave, and he was helpless to hold back anything, or even to delay his oncoming climax. He didn't even have the choice of pissing on the polar bear because his cock was so hard that nothing else would slide through it.
Panting hard as his orgasm slammed into him with a vengeance, Damo threw back his head with a moan only to feel his cock shoved into a cup. He shot so hard he could hear the ropes of cum landing in whatever it was that his cock was aimed at, and he moaned at the thought of it, something in the back of his mind in his subconscious loving the thought of this, of being milked for his seed. Already, his mind was falling from the tough street kid to something else. Damo watched the polar bear put a lid on the cup that held his cum, and set it aside before putting another cup underneath his cock. "Now, please give me a urine sample, little cub. Then you can rest," Isaak said.
Thankfully, that was something that he was more than willing to do, and his cock had gotten soft enough to allow something other than pre and cum to slide out. Sighing softly, the young bear relaxed his bladder and slowly filled the cup with his piss. About fifteen seconds into it, he felt the piss level start rising over his cock head, but before he could say anything, the cup was removed and another was put in its place.
Unable to cut off the flow now that he'd started, Damo just worked on filling this cup too, though he asked, "Why do...you need...two cups...of pee?" After all, they'd only taken a single cup of sperm, and one bag, albeit a large one, of shit.
"Oh, one's to test, the other's to drink," Isaak said. Looking over his shoulder, the polar bear checked for the dragon before reaching for the piss filled glass on the counter. Before he could grab it, though, the dragon popped up from behind the bar and grabbed it, chuckling.
"First glass of piss is mine, Isaak," the dragon said with a smile, downing the glass at a speed that Damo couldn't believe. "Ah, bitter, salty, and seems like the boy has a good pair of kidneys there."
"You guys...are such...sickos..." Damo muttered under his breath as the other glass filled up and his bladder emptied. He was still panting from the little handjob he'd gotten from the polar bear, and he was still trying to catch his breath.
Both of the adults laughed a bit, and the dragon pulled out a needle. "You're gonna have a much different opinion at the end of your training, little cub, a much different opinion indeed," the dragon said with a smile. "Now, I think its time that you get your rest while we get this tested. Who knows? Maybe you'll turn out to be disease ridden and we won't want you...but I doubt it," he said as he pushed the needle into a vein and depressed the syringe.
Before the young bear cub could say a thing, the sedative took effect and dropped him into a deep sleep.
Like I said, this was a bit of a stronger story. I hope that you enjoyed it, but if you didn't simply because of the fetishes involved, this was your own fault for ignoring my warning. If you didn't like it for other reasons, well, I'd like to hear why. Also, tell me what else you might have liked about it.
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"You're sure this is the right stuff, Pinkie? None of that Shrinking Violet stuff? Bleh."
The pink pony nodded her head enthusiastically. "I'm sure of it. I even went to Zecora and everything. Told her I was going to prank AJ. I think she's still a little sore about that whole lassoing her ear thing."
Rainbow Dash groaned. "Pinkie, you weren't supposed to tell anyone!"
"Well excuuuuse me! You wanted me to get the right stuff, didn't ya? Didn't ya? Huh? Huh?"
Rainbow Dash sighed, looking passively into the jar of blue leaves, all of which had been ground into a fine seasoning. "You know if we ever get caught, there's going to be hell to pay, right? She'll probably exile us to the moon or something."
"If if if. Ifing is half the fun! Besides, Celestia is always up for a good laugh, right?"
Two weeks earlier, Spike had belched up a particularly royal looking scroll, right into Twilight Sparkle's face. After a couple frowns and an apology, the purple pony opened the scroll and read it, and immediately let out a squeal of glee. Before Spike could ask what had happened, Twilight Sparkle was off, racing out the door.
"It's an invitation to an All Thanks Day party Princess Celestia is throwing!" Twilight squealed.
Applejack only gave her a confused stare.
"All Thanks Day," Twilight Sparkle said again, as if the orchard pony simply hadn't heard. "You've never heard of All Thanks Day?"
Applejack gave a confused shake of the head, as she bucked her rear legs, slamming her hooves hard against the tree behind her. Twilight took a step back as a several apples rained down from the tree.
"All Thanks Day is a day when we all give thanks."
"Uh... yeah. Kinda figured that, Sugarcube."
"It's a Canterlot holiday. Every year, close friends and family gather around a table for a great and wonderful feast. The friends and family all sit around the table, and turn to the pony to their right. They explain to that pony, why they are thankful to know them, why this past year has been better with them." Twilight Sparkle sighed. "The invitation is for all of us: me, you, Rainbow, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Y-you're going to come, right?"
Applejack smiled. "Course I am. Can't pass up an invitation from the Princess of the Sun, now can I?"
The train ride to Canterlot was surprisingly tame. Pinkie Pie seemed distracted by something, constantly looking over her shoulder at a small suitcase she had insisted on bringing, despite the fact that they would no doubt be put up in a couple of royal suites, all their needs taken care of at the ring of a bell. Rarity was ecstatic about that.
When they arrived at the Canterlot train station, Princess Luna was there to meet them. She was wearing a plain brown cloak and hood over her strong build, inconspicuous enough that five of the six ponies didn't immediately notice her. Oddly enough, it was Pinkie Pie who was first to recognize her, and leapt onto the dark mare's back. Gripping her cheeks in her hooves, Pinkie Pie spent several moments tugging and pulling, insisting that Luna's frown turn upside down, before purple magic embraced her, and Twilight yanked her off.
"I'm so sorry, Princess Luna," Twilight said quickly, and took a respectful bow. Her five friends did the same, but Luna seemed more concerned with fixing her hood, and assuring no one else had noticed her.
"Still... a bit shy, huh?" Twilight attempted to smile, but Luna leaned close.
"I need to ask a favor of you, Twilight Sparkle."
"Uhm... yes?"
Luna looked to the other five ponies. Fluttershy was terrified of Luna, and presently cowering several feet away. Applejack and Rarity were both trying to comfort her, while Rainbow Dash was showing an odd amount of concern for a piece of luggage. So much concern, in fact, she insisted Pinkie Pie help her. Luna assumed the blue Pegasus was just keeping the annoying one occupied.
"I want you and one of your friends to sit next to my sister at the banquet." Twilight looked puzzled. Luna continued. "It is the first All Thanks Day since I have...returned and I do not know what to say to her, or if she has anything to say to me."
"Princess Luna..."
"Please, Twilight Sparkle?"
Twilight nodded slowly.
"Thank you."
And so, at the large banquette table, Celestia sat at one end of the table, and Princess Luna sat opposite her. Twilight Sparkle sat to Celestia's right, while Applejack sat to her left. Rainbow Dash was beside Twilight and Rarity beside her. And then Luna, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and back to Applejack. They dined on fresh Waldorf salad and a hot Hay Soup. The chatter was brisk and friendly. Twilight, nervous as she usually was, went on and on about her studies and her spells and how far along she had come, and Celestia listened to every detail with a smile and occasional word of encouragement, which made Twilight's little heart flutter. Luna sat there, awkwardly stirring her Hay Soup with a spoon, waiting for it to cool down, until Rarity began to talk to her. It seemed Rarity was going to start a line of clothing specifically to be worn during the night. She had discovered a special gem stone that, when the rays of the moon hit it, it projected a stunning rainbow. She asked if Luna might arrange a Blue Moon for the night of the fashion show, and if she would be the guest of honor.
It was a pleasant dinner, whatever tension was felt soon yielding to something more colloquial. It was all wonderful, save the fact that Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie kept exchanging glances across the table. No one was sure why. The main course was pasta sprinkled with apples, cherries, nuts and herbs. The desert was a very royal looking cake: half vanilla and half chocolate, for Celestia and Luna respectively. Before they ate, however, Celestia decided it was time to give thanks.
"Why don't you start, Twilight?" she said, looking down at the purple pony. Twilight Sparkle looked to Rainbow Dash, who propped her arm up on the table and her head in her hoof.
"Well Dashie... I'm not sure if you know this, but when I first came to Ponyville, I wasn't exactly the social butterfly I am now. You were one of the first ponies that I met though, and never once has your loyalty faltered. I know, no matter what, you'll always be there for me. I know you'll always have my back, and be watching my flanks. And I never knew anypony could be like that, except for my brother. I didn't ever realize what friendship could be. But... thank you for always being there for me."
Rainbow Dash smiled, before looking to Rarity, and her grin became a bit crueler. "Hmm... Rarity... Well... what can I say about you... You're haughty, vain, whiny, and absolutely terrified of getting your hooves even a little bit dirty. How I have managed to tolerate you this long is beyond me. Maybe because you're also sweet, kind, and the most generous pony that I know. I'm not really into that frilly preppy stuff, but that dress you made me was something special. And I think I might have impressed the Wonderbolts with it. You're always there to lend a strand of hair or a spare hoof. And, even though I can get on your nerves... I do know how much you bite your tongue..."
One by one, each pony turned to the friend on their left, and gave their thanks for all they have done in the prior year. Until, at last, it was Celestia's turn, and she turned to Twilight Sparkle.
"Twilight," she said. The purple pony looked up, eyes wide, lip quivering. Her entire body was shaking, but a kind wing from Celestia soothed the invisible chill. "You are the best student that an old war horse like me could ever hope for. You are intuitive and intelligent, and you have a natural gift for these arts, but unlike many who are skilled and so grow lazy, you keep working so hard. More important than talent, or skill, or a natural affinity, you never, ever give up. It is in you, Twilight, that I am able to put my faith, because should anything go wrong, I know you are there for Equestria, there for your friends, and there for me."
Twilight Sparkle leapt forward suddenly, catching Celestia around the middle. The force of the smaller pony actually knocked the larger pony flat on her rump, and then on her back. She was confused and vaguely frightened to be on her back like this, but soon felt Twilight Sparkle's arm wrap around her neck, her face bury under her chin, and soft, warm tears wet her fur. Of course, when Twilight had leapt at the princess, everyone got out of their seat. Luna had actually leapt onto the table, horn sparking, prepared to defend her sister to the death, but Celestia waved them back with a hoof.
Several moments passed, with Twilight squeezing tighter and tighter to Celestia, until she at last managed to calm down. Celestia lifted Twilight into the air with her magic, and once more deposited her in her seat. Celestia smiled, stroking Twilight's cheek with a hoof, before looking down at her cake and licking her lips. A giggle escaped Rainbow Dash, who gave a knowing glance to Pinkie Pie. Of course, no one found it odd when Pinkie Pie started to giggle...
Celestia woke, the next morning, to a gentle knock on her door. "Sister?" asked Luna. "Uhm... Celestia, is everything alright? I raised the sun, I hope you don't mind. It's just that you weren't coming out. I figured you might have wanted to sleep late after the long night you had with Twilight."
Celestia's back was tense, and as she came into consciousness, she became aware that she was propped up in a very painful way. Considering the stiffness running down her spine, as well as the pins and needles in her rump, she must have been like this for quite some time. She opened her eyes and tried to look around the room, but neither her head nor her eyes could move, and all she could do was look straight ahead at the door that Luna was knocking on. Celestia closed her eyes and focused, attempting to use a spell to open the door so Luna could come in, but nothing happened. There were no sparks, or the "feel" of magic, which was odd, and rather frightening. With a greater sense of panic now, Celestia attempted to lift her arms, or kick her legs, or even roll her eyes, but found herself completely rooted to the spot. She was utterly paralyzed, and stuck in this seated position, back painfully straight and butt cheeks going numb. What magic could do this? Sure, there were spells that would bind the victim, but to completely immobilize someone so fully, to the extent even their eyes could not move?
The door knob inside her room glowed blue, turning slowly. The door opened with hesitance and fear, but finally Luna's blue head peaked inside. With every fiber of her being, Celestia struggled to scream or even whimper, but she couldn't even feel her lungs draw a breath. Her eyes remained fixated on her sister though, as Luna's eyes focused on her. The dark blue princess trotted forward, tentative steps soon coming into a full gallop, and after a moment, she disappeared into a flash of dark blue. Celestia's heart fell, until Luna reappeared in a series of sparks, now standing inches away from Celestia's face. "Well, well, well," Luna asked. "What have we got here?"
A thousand thoughts ran through Celestia's mind. She could not feel her lungs, and could not feel her breath, but she imagined she was moments from hyperventilating. Luna's horn glowed blue, and Celestia felt herself lift off the bed. She felt herself spin slowly, her vision forced around the room, and her eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the mirror. In the reflection, she saw Luna and the room and the bed she was sitting on, but she did not see herself. Rather, she saw wedding cake embraced by the blue of Luna's magic. The wedding cake was pale white in color, covered in scrumptious looking frosting as fine as Celestia's own fur. The cake was four layers, each layer trimmed with rainbow frosting in the pattern of Celestia's mane. Crowning the cake was an adorable crown, perhaps hardened sugar or candy. It looked delicious.
Soon, she had turned, and Celestia no longer had a clear view to the mirror. She surveyed the rest of the room, before once more she was facing Luna, whose tongue had slipped out of her lips and licked a fleck of drool dribbling down her chin. "Celestia must have ordered a cake last night. A little midnight snack? But why didn't she eat it? Was she called away?"
Celestia watched as Luna trotted about the room, looking for a note or some sign that her sister might have left. In her voiceless way, Celestia was screaming and shaking, but fully aware she could neither move nor make a sound. There had to be something she could do though. Some way to warn her, to get her attention. Her mind raced through every spell she knew, and she tried everyone, hoping one might work.
At last, Luna trotted back in front of the cake, and once more licked her lips. "Don't think I've forgotten, Celestia. After Night Mare Night, Pipsqueak sent me a cupcake, but then it mysteriously disappeared before I got the chance to eat it." Celestia's heart fell as Luna balanced on her large rump, and reached her fore hooves forward. Celestia felt the pressure of the hooves at... where her neck would normally be, and then felt them lift. Without resistance, the highest layer of the cake was separated from the body. Several terrified moments passed before Celestia realized she was still alive, fully aware her head had been removed from her shoulders, and still felt her lower body resting on the bed. Luna turned the layer of cake she was holding several times, and Celestia caught glimpse of the rest of the cake, sitting there without its head. She could still feel herself: the pins and needles in her asleep buttocks and her arms trapped at her side. At last, she was once more facing Luna, and watched as Luna's tongue once more licked over her lips.
"I'm sorry Celestia, I haven't got any clue what might have happened to your cake. Nope, no clue what might have happened. Maybe it was the pink one. Yes, it was her, no doubt."
Luna opened her mouth very wide, and rolled out her red tongue. Long strands of drool dripped off the rows and rows of teeth, sticky strands of saliva clung to the corners of her lips as they parted. Celestia watched in breathless horror as the tongue brushed up her face, tasting the creamy frosting coating. A large clump of her face went with the tongue. She could feel a part of her cheek housed in Luna's maw, so slimy and warm and sickening. "My, the chef really outdid himself on this one." A moment later, the entire top of the cake, essentially Celestia's head, was stuffed past Luna's greedy lips.
Luna's tongue pushed the cake hard against the roof of her mouth, the saliva already working to break the lump down, and Celestia felt her "head" mashed into mush. She was swished about between Luna's cheeks, and then Luna lifted her head so her snout was facing the ceiling. With a heavy gulp, Celestia felt herself inch over Luna's bumpy tongue, soon dropping into the bottomless void of the blue pony's throat. Another gulp followed, and Luna was relieved of the bulk of cake, feeling it slide down her throat and into her belly. "Vanilla!" Luna decided. "But... something else also... nougat... caramel?" She looked over what was left of the cake. It was an impressive size, almost the size of her in fact, but then, Celestia was a bit of a glutton when it came to pastries.
Celestia could feel every bite, every slurp, every lick, as her sister devoured the cake, bit by greedy bit. She could feel everything, every part of her as it was taken into the warm maw of the night princess, chewed and then traveling down the squeezing throat muscles. The landed in Luna's cavernous belly, where her head was housed.
When the last scrumptious bit of cake had disappeared past her lips, Luna actually took the time to lick the frosting that clung to the bed sheets. It was delicious. She licked up the crumbs that had fallen on the floor and cleaned her hooves, and when she was sure there were none left, she took up residence on Celestia's bed, lying down.
"Perhaps... I didn't think this through..." Luna muttered, watching as her distended stomach sagged to her side. She looked like... well, to be honest; it looked like she had eaten an entire pony. She rubbed her engorged stomach happily, smacking the layers and layers of fat and giggling like a foal at the ripples she formed. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and digest all she had eaten, but she knew she at least had to make an appearance at breakfast, and greet the Bearers of Harmony.
Trotting to the banquette hall proved problematic. Luna's belly sagged and sometimes even dragged on the ground, until she thought to use her magic to keep her middle tight. Just the right amount of pressure was required: too much and she started to feel sick, too little and her chubby stomach still dragged or knocked her knees. But just the right amount of magic, and she actually felt quite pleasant, giving her tummy several squeezes.
She pushed the door open, and stepped into the banquette hall, where the Bearers of Harmony were waiting for her. Luna was surprised not to see Celestia there, but assumed she was already watching over the day. Upon seeing Luna's sagging belly, several chuckles escaped Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie's lips. Sitting next to each other, there were whispers exchanged. Fat jokes no doubt, but Luna didn't much care.
"Has anyone seen my sister?" Luna asked.
"I was speaking to her until late," Twilight Sparkle said. "Sometime after midnight, she finally ordered me to get some sleep. She walked me to my room, and that was the last I saw of her."
Luna nodded, and then looked to the Royal Chef, who was pushing an omelet bar into the center of the dining hall. "Did Celestia order anything last night, to be sent to her room? When I went in this morning, there was a cake of impressive dimensions sitting on her bed."
The snickers and chuckles from the blue and pink pony were suddenly cut off. Luna looked to them, and then back to the chef, who shook his head. She frowned, confused, but didn't think much about it. Her belly was full, and she was feeling so slothful. All she wanted to do was curl into bed and rest. "I am sorry I will not be attending breakfast," Luna said, and bowed gently. "I already ate the cake that was in Celestia's room."
Luna had to duck when a stream of hot coffee was spat in her direction. The poor chef, who was standing behind her, ended up being hit. Luna quickly cast a spell that pulled the hot drink into the air, and then cast a healing spell that would remedy whatever burns he might be suffering. Glaring wrathfully at Pinkie Pie, who had spat at her, she guided the coffee into a potted plant where it would be out of the way.
"P-princess, I'm so sorry!" Pinkie Pie shrieked. Her head suddenly fell, and she hid it beneath a pair of hooves as sobs rippled through her. Rainbow Dash scooted closer, and rubbed her back gently.
"Do not let it happen again," Luna grumbled, still glaring. She turned, and trotted out of the room. Peasants, she mused. What Celestia saw in these fools was beyond her, and what they saw in her sister she did not know. She was bitter and annoyed as she opened the door to her personal quarters, and stepped inside. Before Twilight Sparkle could catch her (she was aware she was being followed,) she closed the door and sealed it shut with a spell. She did not want interruptions. She did not want to be bothered. She just wanted to rest, and revel in the blissful fullness the cake had offered.
"Well..." Rainbow Dash whispered. "Now we know how Poison Joke affects the princess..."
Housed inside Luna's engorged gut, Celestia waited. She did not know how she was still conscious, or for that matter, alive. She was somehow aware of her body, sitting inside Luna's stomach, and she could feel as her digestive acids slowly broke her body down. At least she didn't feel pain, or the sheer agony would have driven her mad. All she felt was a slight tingle over her body, as the digestive juice she was bathing in did its work.
She felt her whole world shift and slosh about. Luna was trying to get comfortable, trying all sorts of positions to sleep. She managed her fat with a lack of expertise, constantly shifting it about. Celestia again tried to scream. She tried to push against the fleshy prison, or use her magic to give Luna some sort of sign, but nothing seemed to work. Anything was preferable to the merciless shaking, and Celestia even tried to close her eyes and sleep where she would succumb to whatever fate might occur, but found she could not. If she had eyes, she would cry, trapped inside her sister's stomach, feeling herself slowly broken down into goo.
Some of the goo was absorbed into Luna's body, used for nutrients or stored as fat, but most made its way into her clenching bowels. A small amount moved into her kidneys, to be broken down and flushed away. Slowly, gradually, over the course of the agonizingly long day, Celestia felt herself squeezed through the fleshy tunnels of the blue pony's bodies, gradually gathering in Luna's intestines. What Celestia would give to just pass out, but she was forced to endure the feel of her body: separated and spread, fully aware of the millions of tingles as the Luna digested her.
The monotony of gathering in Luna's bowels at last came to an end when Celestia felt her world shift. She grew nauseated by the motions and rocking as Luna pushed herself off the bed and gave a wide yawn. A trace of cake was discovered in the back of one of her teeth, and she happily licked it up and swallowed. The delightful fullness in her belly seemed to have passed, and she was somewhat disappointed. She felt a tingle in her rump, but before she used the little foal's room, she wanted to check and see how Celestia was doing.
Luna's eyes happened upon a mirror as she passed, and she spent a moment examining her new found curves. She had a delightful amount of weight now embracing her hips, giving her much larger, firmer flanks and a pair of shapely half-moon. Although the oversized gorge of her belly had disappeared, she still had a few more curves in her girth. Simply put, she looked quite good.
She undid the barrier spell, and stepped out of her room, only to be greeted by a Royal Guard who had been knocking furiously on her door.
"My princess!" he said, huffing and puffing.
"What is it sergeant?" she asked.
"The sun... princess, look outside!"
Luna trotted to the nearest window, and rested her upper body on the sill. At first she was confused, until she looked up and saw that the sun was still sitting in the eastern quarter of the sky, the same spot she had left it in this morning. That meant Celestia had not been there to guide it, and it had gotten stuck. Luna raced off to the tower, breaking through any doors that stood locked in her path. She quickly cast a spell that moved the sun out of the sky, and lifted the moon, before racing for the balcony that overlooked the castle's square. It was no surprise that there was a mob of ponies there, waiting for an explanation from Celestia. She heard more than a few grumbles and sighs when Luna showed her face.
"Citizens of Equestria," Luna said, voice meek, a shiver running down her spine.
Stomps and trots and shouts continued, long and loud. They had grown louder in fact, all intending to drown out her voice. Luna's teeth gritted. She tried again, tilting her head up and saying, "Please, just a moment of your time." But when all else failed, she settled for using the Royal Canterlot Voice and shouted, "ENOUGH!" If her words did not succeed in gaining everyone attention, the spark of lightning that carved through the sky certainly did. The crowd went silent. Now at least she could think of what to say. "Citizens of Equestria, I am sorry for the confusion, and whatever worry has stirred in your breast. I ask you now, be patient, for my sister has fallen ill. She is in no danger, but she cannot muster the concentration to raise the sun. I, Princess Luna of the Night, shall watch over the day, until my sister has returned to full strength. Please, just be patient, and she will return soon... I give my word as your princess."
There were mutters and snarky comments, but soon everyone turned and began to trot away, and Luna's head hung low. When it was discovered she had lied, and it would be discovered, they would never forgive her. They wouldn't understand why she did it, they would just be angry that she did. Perhaps Celestia had been kidnapped, and a pair of adventures would stumble upon her. Then she would return to the castle, and the lie Luna had given would be found out. But for now, at least they were not screaming. She turned, and headed back to her room.
"Luna, where is Princess Celestia?" Twilight Sparkle asked when she came upon the blue pony in the hallway.
"She is sick," Luna said quickly.
"I don't believe you, Luna. Where is Princess Celestia? Did you do something?"
Luna glared at Twilight. "You insolent peasant! You suspect I would hurt my sister?!"
Twilight Sparkle spread her hooves, bracing herself. "Did you do something, yes or no?"
Tense moments passed. Twilight Sparkle spread her legs, and braced her hooves, while Luna spread her wings and continued staring. Sparks of magic exploded from the tip of their respective horns, and Twilight Sparkle hoofed the ground, preparing to charge. "Where is Celestia?" she asked again, a spell charging on the tip of her horn.
Luna sighed, and lowered her head, wings falling limp. Her magic faded into nothing, although Twilight Sparkle remained on guard. "You have every right to suspect me, Twilight Sparkle, but no, I have not lifted a hoof against my sister. My worry for her... it surpasses your own. To you she is a mentor, a friend, a confidant, a princess. But to me... she is the only light in a dark, dark world. I feel terror swelling in my breast, and sickness in my stomach. And now, if something has happened to her... now in this moment the citizens of Equestria turn to me for truth and guidance, I tell them a lie. I have no idea where Celestia is. My only hope is she will return, before the citizens of Equestria grow bored and exile me once more." Luna groaned. "And I am greatly regretting eating her cake. By the heavens, how does she tolerate so much sugar at once?"
Twilight Sparkle smiled. "Had the same problem with Spike. Too much ice cream for even his iron-clad stomach. Celestia is made of strong stuff. I am positive that she is fine, wherever she may be. And when we return to Ponyville, I will ask everyone I know if they have seen her, or seen anything suspicious. She couldn't have just disappeared."
Luna sighed. She sensed something behind her, and looked over her shoulder, noticing something pink peeking around the corner. When their blue eyes met, Pinkie Pie retreated with a squeal. Luna growled. "What did I do to the pink one to earn her animosity?! She poisons the minds of the young ones against me, assaults me with hot beverages, and now she stalks me around every corner in my own home! I have just as much right to this castle as my sister! Why does she insist on pestering me so?" Twilight Sparkle pressed against the wall as Luna trotted past her. She stomped down the hallway, ample posterior swaying.
The night was tense and filled with worry for Luna. She looked to every corner, every shadow, sure to find some trace of Celestia: a strand of white fur, a distinctive hoof print, her lost crown or an article of clothing. How could there be not a trace of her anywhere? How could she have just disappeared into thin air?
It took all her strength to raise the sun, the following morning. Her heart was heavy with worry, and there was a sickening emptiness in her gut. There was also an almost painful pressure between her legs and under her tail, her body longing to release all that was stored deep within her bowels. But first, there was another group waiting in the castle's square, stomping their hooves and making Luna's head pound. She was in no mood for dealing with idiot peasants, and with the Royal Canterlot Voice, ordered everyone to return to their home, that Celestia's condition had neither worsened nor improved, and she needed her rest.
Luna escorted the Bears of Harmony back to Ponyville, despite the heavy bags under her eyes and the pounding in her bowels, and the sickening worry about her sister in the pit of her stomach. Apparently, Celestia had agreed to visit Ponyville, and with her "sick," the responsibility fell to Luna.
It was odd to come out, during the day. A celebration seemed to have been set up for Celestia's arrival, and they must not have seen the logic in tearing it down when it was announced that Luna would be coming instead. There was a banner, welcoming the "Princess," and although that was an ambiguous term, the multicolored writing made it clear which princess they had been planning for. But Pipsqueak was there to greet her, and that made the initial greet slightly more tolerable. He charged through the crowd, weaving his way through the lank legs, and when he finally had a clear view of Luna, he leapt upon her, hugging her around the neck and hanging rather comically off her.
Luna sighed softly, and placed a hoof under his rump, holding him up and hugging him back. There were other ponies who Luna knew were happy to see her, perhaps even happier to see her than her sister. Gear Head, a stocky Pegasus, bowed before her and kissed the hoof that was offered. He was a great builder of things, and did his best work at night, giving Luna plenty of time to spend with him. Black Jack, an Earth Pony who Luna would adore for no other reason than his raven black coat, asked if she would like to get a drink with him later in the night. He was nice to her, he always had been, and loved the calm night more than the day. Some dark, quiet nights, they had enjoyed moon lit walks through the park. More than once she caught him staring at her, perhaps her added curves enticed the stocky colt. And although it was clear most would have rather their beloved Celestia, they seemed somewhat happy for Luna's presence.
The party was held at Sugar Cube Corner. Several deserts had been hastily baked when word of Luna's presence had spread. The planned Angel food cake was replaced with a Devil's food cake (Luna was not sure if she should be insulted at the change, since she did in fact much prefer chocolate.) Teas with cinnamon spice were served, instead of the tea with fresh cream and sugar as Celestia was known to enjoy. And the bakery was significantly less crowded, which Luna found she preferred. The Cakes seemed calmer with her presence, once or twice allowing her cup of tea to empty before they rushed to refill it. And the ponies who were there were much more pleasant to talk to. There were no peasants, taking up space so they could steal a glance of the Princess of the Sun. There were only her subjects, who were genuinely interested in her. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, being second to Celestia...
If only her bowels would calm down. She kept crossing her legs or shifting in her seat, struggling to keep her cheeks tightly squeezed, even though she could feel pressure building just behind them. She was both hungry and nauseated. Eating food settled the rumbling in her belly, but also made the pounding in her ass harder to bear. Struggling to maintain a smile, she excused herself from the table, and casually trotted for the door. She thought of slipping into one of the empty shops, but how horrid her stomach felt, she doubted a normal "throne" would be able to handle her. Not to mention, she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of subjects. By the heavens, it felt like she was going to give birth!
But where could she go? She could teleport back to her castle but... oh, how she was feeling, she was not even sure her royal throne could handle what was brewing inside her. Did she even have the concentration for such a long distance jump? Or the magic left? Raising the sun had left her utterly drained. She thought of the Everfree Forest, barren of sentient life, and so frightening she would probably alone while she did her business. That would just have to do.
"Do you think this will work?" Pinkie Pie asked, pressing against a wall and peeking around the corner of Sugar Cube Corner.
"I don't know Pinkie."
"What if it doesn't, though!"
"I don't know Pinkie!" Rainbow Dash sighed. "Come on, she's moving. We can't lose sight of her."
And inside Luna, it was nothing short of unpleasant for Celestia. The walls of Luna's bowels and bladder were very tight and squeezing, and yet Celestia found herself rocked and shaken mercilessly. Her sister must have been traveling in a full gallop. But, if there was a silver lining to this situation, off in the distance there were the smallest glimmers of light. If Celestia could move, she would have crawled towards it. It was the first hints of glow in the smothering darkness, and Celestia felt drawn to it. She wanted to go to the light so bad, be free of this sweltering darkness. She cried and begged to whatever deities were listening to help her. And finally, she felt the walls around her start to squeeze, and the light grew brighter.
Luna had found a spot behind a tree, far enough from Ponyville she believed she would be safe, and braced her powerful legs to squat. Groans and gasps escaped her, and she parted her rear legs wide apart, causing her large cheeks to spread. She felt the first tingles of her waste pushing through her tight sphincter. She groaned loudly as a large log of droppings fell from her. She assumed that was it, but suddenly her body shook, and another log was close behind it. It kept coming, much to her surprise, and soon she felt the pressure in her bladder grow too great. She was going to take a step forward to avoid the spreading pile of waste, but found her body was not giving her a chance. More and more dumped out of her, and she was oh so thankful she had decided to come somewhere private for this. How embarrassing if one of her subjects saw her in this very improper way.
At last, her cheeks clenched, and she practically tumbled forward, a sense of relief washing over her body. She quickly lifted herself off the ground with her magic and carried herself a few feet away from the nasty pile of poop and pee. Passing that much, she felt lighter, hungry, and utterly exhausted. But it had been almost orgasmic, pressing that much out of her virgin pucker, and now she felt oddly giddy.
Celestia was happy as well. She was free of the tight, hot, pitch black bowels of her sister, and although the Everfree Forest was overgrown, the glimmers of light that spilled through the leaves felt like she was embraced by the sun itself. She had been... separated, when she was inside Luna, bits and pieces of her in Luna's belly, her kidneys, her bladder and bowels, but now it seemed Celestia was mostly back together. She still could not move or use her magic, but she could see Luna, lying down. Her sister sighed softly, standing back up, and cast a glance behind her. Shrugging, she headed back for the party, now eager to have some of the Devil's food cake, and Celestia was left alone.
Alone... all alone. Left to... what was left for her now? What would become of her? Aware of her body, aware of herself, but unable to move until she was broken down completely, and fell into oblivion. Was this some punishment? Some retribution for what she had been forced to do to Luna?
"I hope this works," Pinkie Pie muttered, biting the cork off of a large glass bottle. She was shaking as she attempted to pour it, but Rainbow Dash came beside her, and steadied her hoof.
"It will work," Rainbow Dash said, and together, they poured the bath over the pile of horse droppings, doing their best to saturate every stretch of brown and yellow.
A heavy breath tore through Celestia's lungs, the first she had been able to take in days. A crippling pain surged through her suddenly, leaving her on the ground, eyes nearly bulging out of her head. Tears streamed down her face from both pain, and the raw joy that she felt like herself again. Her chest, not yet fully formed, could not tolerate the warm breath surging through her. She saw stars, and she fell, gasping and coughing, body shaking in painful agony.
Rainbow Dash cupped Celestia's head, and carefully tilted it up. She placed a cup against Celestia's lips, very slowly tipping it, and giving Celestia the first drink of water she had had in days. "Princess Celestia, it was all just a prank! We slipped some Poison Joke on your food. We thought that... we never thought any of this would have happened!"
"We're so sorry!" Pinkie Pie shouted.
Celestia stood up very slowly, legs wobbling. She fell once, but then managed to stand and find her balance. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash both cowered as Celestia took a step towards them. Simultaneously, both opened their mouth to speak, but were silenced when Celestia placed a hoof on their lips. Her voice was calm and steady, and yet that made it worse than if she were yelling. Neither of the younger ponies could stop shaking. "If either of you ever speak of this to anypony, including each other, I shall know. And I shall banish you to the moon for all eternity. Do I make myself clear?"
Whimpers and furious nods of the head gave Celestia her answer. She removed her hooves. Her horn sparked several times, before at last, she managed to cast a spell and teleport herself back to her personal quarters at the castle. She almost collapsed from the exertion, her body still not up to snuff. She should probably see a doctor, or eat something, but right now all she wanted to do was melt inside a warm bath.
She locked the doors to her room and erected shield, before heading into the bathroom. She filled the tub with water and cast a spell that would keep the water hot. She eased herself in very slowly, her hooves and long rear legs, then her groin and chest, and finally up to her neck. This would be the first of a thousand baths before she would ever feel clean again. Tomorrow she would take another. Tomorrow would be busy. Tomorrow, she would have to give a Royal Decree that she had fallen ill, but was now feeling fine, which was not technically a lie. She would thank the people of Equestria for their patience and compassion. Tomorrow, she would take another bath, filled with every shampoo, soap, and herb she could find, and ask if any of the Royal Guards would be willing to scrub her fur. Perhaps she would make Twilight Sparkle do it. But most importantly, tomorrow she would have a long, long conversation with Luna about coming into *her* room, and eating *her* cake.
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The Fun Has Been Doubled! by Exilo
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DISCLAIMER
Please note that this story is a 100% work for fiction and the characters are not reflective of their real life counterparts and are not endorsed. Any similarity to real life events are pure coincidental. At the end of day, this is a fictional fantasy story, nothing more. Enjoy!
Light peeked through the curtains as I opened my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was the squelching noise that did it but I was awake now and completely unsure of the time. I extended my left arm out to touch the spot next to me but it was empty.
Rubbing my eyes, I started to come to and I could feel the reason why I woke up. Her mouth felt incredibly warm on my cock and it was incredibly wet and well lubricated. Her tongue running up and down the side of my length as the head run along the top of her mouth.
I grabbed the top of the sheet and threw it back, looking down at the top of the brunettes head as she went up and down my cock. Aware that she was no longer covered, Brie looked up at me with my cock in her mouth. It popped out of her mouth, hitting my stomach, as a smile grew across her face.
"Good morning Richard. I thought you'd appreciate this kind of wake up. "
"Oh, I really appreciate it. "
Life is good.
*10 days in Hollywood -- Day 3*
*Starring Brie Larson, Alice Eve & Jessica Chastain*
*Featuring Kirsten Dunst, Emma Stone, Elizabeth Olsen & Amy Adams*
*MF, Oral, Anal, facial*
Brie wriggled up my body, licking my chest on her the way, before kissing me on the lips. She grabbed my cock and slid it straight into her awaiting pussy, already wet from her excitement. As I entered her, Brie let out a little moan and the smile on her face grew bigger. Her warm pussy surrounded my cock as she leaned up on her arms and started to move over me allowing my cock to go in and out of her.
Her hands had done a good job of exciting her as she was already quite wet and I brought my arms up to her breasts, flicking her nipples to excite her some more. She moaned at my touch as I rubbed my index and middle fingers over both nipples, grabbing them in between my fingers and pulling with a little force.
"Oh yeah, that feels nice." She moaned as she increased the pace of swaying, her eyes closed.
Pulling away from my fingers, Brie sat upright and bounced on my cock, wanting to get to her orgasm quickly. I took a moment to admire her body as I looked up at her, her pussy was glistening and her breasts looked incredibly pert. I watched them heave and jiggle as she bounced on top of me; they looked incredible.
Brie grabbed my hands and forced them to her hips and I slipped them around to cup her arse. Her speed increased more as her moans turned into screams and I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. She moved some hair out of her face, slightly out of breath from reaching her orgasm. I leaned up and took her face in my hands, bringing my lips to hers. My tongue force its way into her mouth and massaged hers passionately. She moaned into mouth as I kissed her, allowing me to spin around and push her back onto the bed.
I looked down her in the eyes as I made one big thrust into her. She moaned as her orgasm was still fresh, my cock fully inside her giving her a new sensation. Grabbing her left leg, I brought it up over my shoulder and I placed some soft kisses on her muscular thigh. I thrust into her hard, pinning her shoulders to the bed, feeling the tightness increase with her leg held up. Leaning down, I pinned her shoulder down with her leg, the look of lust in her eyes increasing as I started to dominate her. Brie brought her arm around and scratched her nails down the length of my back before grabbing my arse.
"Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me hard." She moaned as I thrust deeply into her.
After a few more scratches on my back, I pulled my cock out of her. There was a look of disappointment in her eyes but I knew I wasn't going to cum in that position; she was too wet. I picked her up by the arm and threw her forward on the bed; she landed on all fours and knew exactly what I wanted. She lowered her front so her chest was flat on the bed, her hole begging me to be entered. I positioned myself directly behind her and plunged my cock straight into her pussy, the wetness allowing my full length to go straight in.
Grabbing her hips, I pushed myself into her pussy hard and held onto her hips tightly. She had given up with the moaning and was screaming with pleasure as I fucked her pussy in complete contrast to what happened the night before. Letting go of one hip, I used my right hand to grab her hair and pulled it back, her eyes trying to peek over to lock them with me. She tried to say something between the moans and screams but failed, instead enjoying my thursting.
My orgasm approached immediately and I shot cum directly into her pussy. I let go of her hair as I climaxed and held onto her hips tightly, intent on keeping us in the same position. I arched my head back as I tried to catch my breath. It seemed to last forever but I eventually pulled out and sat on the bed, my back against the headboard. Brie collapsed onto her stomach before rolling onto her side and looking at me with a smile on her face. I smiled back at her, feeling incredibly satisfied.
"Now I thought you were a good gentle boy. That was not gentle..."
"I guess you just brought it out of me. Sorry." I replied, a bead of sweat rolling down my face.
"Do not apologise, that wasn't fantastic. You fucked the speech out of me at one point." She said laughing, "You want breakfast?"
Then it hit me that I was supposed to be meeting Emilio. I looked over to the side to see my phone on the chair next to change of clothes Brie had provided me. Walking over, I picked it up to see that I have six missed calls and they were all from Emilio.
"I'd love to but I got to go meet my guy, we have a meeting this afternoon about a possible project. "
"Okay, well I certainly hope that I'm going to get to see you again before your wares are fully pimped out."
"If I can fit you in, I would love to see you again."
"Well you fit in me fine so I'm sure you'll be able to return the favour." She said with a devilish grin,
I called Emilio to let him know where I was and he agreed to collect me. Brie got dressed into her gym kit as I spoke to him and went to make a coffee pot for us. The change of clothes she provided didn't fit perfectly but they were clean and didn't smell of sick so they had the advantage over the suit. Going downstairs, I joined Brie for the coffee and she told me all about the research she was doing in preparation for starring as Captain Marvel.
It was really interesting to see how passionate she was about the project, more than you would expect from other blockbusters. She said it came from doing smaller types of films and how much you had to care about them to get them made in the first place. Bringing that sort of attitude to larger films is what ensured the soul would remain in them.
Emilio arrived about half an hour later and we went our separate ways. She took my number and promised to text me when she saw the screener of my film. I was a bit excited to see what she would think of it as she seemed to have good taste. Emilio seemed just as impressed as I was with her and was flabbergasted when I told him of my experience with her. He congratulated me on the success rate I had since I'd arrived in LA but warned me to keep my business head on with the meeting we were heading to.
Twenty minutes later, we were in the Grove to meet Amy's producing partner Brett. He appeared very friendly as he approached us, dressed in a dark blue shirt and a light green shirt, a bit of an outlandish combination in my opinion.
"So how was the party last night? I hope you had a good time, I've been to those a few times." Brett said just after the waitress took our order.
"Well it was quite eventful, more so than I expected."
"Yeah, it's one of the wild ones. There are plenty more sedate ones out there so don't get too used to it!" he chuckled through his reply. "And Melissa, did you meet her?"
"Um... yeah. She was..." I paused a moment to think of what to say. "Did Amy say she's going through a divorce?"
"Yeah, she started it late last year. Why? What happened?"
"Well she was incredibly drunk, like really far gone. When I arrived she was singing show tunes while wearing a cape. She sought me out later but before we had a change to properly talk, she was sick all over me."
"Not the best first impression, huh?" Emilio interjected.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry Richard, we'll have a chat with her about it. "
"Don't be too hard on her; I'm sure the embarrassment will be enough. "
"Although she instigated it, she's not taking it too well. She is worried about what people will think of her, especially considering the leak from a few years ago."
She was part of the Fappening leak in 2015, pictures she took with her husband of them having sex had been splashed and viewed by millions. She was just in the process of getting the Supergirl role so wasn't as affected as some of the bigger names.
"I'll see if I can arrange something with her to give her the opportunity to apologise. I'm sure she'll make another impression on you, a better one this time." Brett advised.
"Have you thought about Brie Larson in the role instead?"
Brett laughed as I changed the subject slightly.
"Yeah, she was who the character was based on but Marvel has her completely locked up. We'd have no chance." he replied. "Any is doing a reading for some supporting actresses in a few days. I checked with Emilio and he said you have the day free but can you come over? It would be great if you could join her and give your opinion."
I looked at Emilio and he nodded.
"Yeah I could do that. Send me the details over and I will be there."
As we finished arranging it, the food arrived at our table and we tucked into eating. I learned the history of Amy and Brett's friendship as they started in the industry at the same time but on opposite sides of the camera. She had even joined him and his husband on their honeymoon cruise. The meeting went really well and it was agreed they would send the contract details to my management company for them to review and for me to sign when I returned to London.
The meeting concluded after several hours of chat as we got to know each other better, laying a path to make the working relationship easier. We shook hands after the meal and agreed to keep in touch in case there was any change of plans.
After they left the room, I waited a couple of minutes as Emilio went to pay the bill and we walked out into the sun light. There was nothing planned for the rest of the day so we took a walk around the Grove and Emilio gave me an insight into the people he's worked with. We were just entering a store when his phone rang and he had to take a call. I walked on into the store and looked through the available shirts when I noticed a blonde follow me in, seemingly checking me out. I couldn't see her face but she was wearing a short white dress and a pair of sandals on her feet, the straps going up her tanned legs.
I was about the approach her when I saw Emilio walk into the store.
"I'm really sorry man but my brother's been involved in a car accident. I've got to the hospital."
"Oh jeez, don't apologise. Go on, I'll make my own way back to house. Let me know later how he is."
He brought himself in before walking out of the store. I went back to the shirts and I noticed that the blonde had seemingly disappeared. I grabbed a couple of shirts from the rack and walked back to the changing area. There was no one admitting people so I walked into one of the stalls and stripped my top off. I grabbed one of the shirts and slid it on, fidgeting with the cut on my shoulders a little bit. There was no mirror in the stall so I walked out to the changing corridor where I noticed a full length mirror on my way in.
Standing at the end of the corridor, in front of the mirror, was the blonde woman from earlier. I could tell it was the same person due to the strapping of the sandals; they snaked up her smooth calf muscles and stopped just short of her knee. The white dress was gone and she stood there clad only in a black thong, she had a nice rounded bubble butt, toned by the gym and squats. My view of the reflection of her breasts was blocked by her back but I could tell she was thin with an exquisite curve to her hips. I couldn't see her face as her head was turned to the side and only her nose snuck out from behind her hair.
"This store was supposed to be closed for me this afternoon and me only." she said in a thick middle-class English accent. "But I saw you come in and I couldn't resist letting you stay. "
The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it.
"And why would you let me stay?"
"Because I've wanted to fuck you for years Richard and this seems like as good a place as anywhere."
She bent down as she pulled the thong down her legs, showing good flexibility by keeping her legs straight. I watched her movement with eager eyes, the lips of her pussy peeking through her thigh gap. It looked smooth and tight from this angle. As she stood straight, she lifted her foot up and removed her thong from it. With a good aim, she threw it over her shoulder and into my waiting arms.
"Put that in your pocket; consider it a trophy for your war chest."
"I know you, don't I?" I asked, still unsure who it was.
"Course you do darling," she said as she turned to face me. "You did go out with my friend."
I had a look of disbelief as I saw Alice Eve standing naked in front of me. A few years ago, I had gone out with her friend Elizabeth for a few months and her friends disapproved of me, they were all upper class and a guy from the east end of London was not someone they should date. Eventually, they told her that I'd slept with Alice when we were working on a play together, which broke her heart and our relationship.
I had tried to make her see the truth but they had set her mind completely against me and I couldn't salvage our relationship. I didn't know how much Alice had been involved in the break up but she had remained the focal point of my hate for these years.
"And why should I want to come anywhere near you?"
"Because look at me..."
I did as she commanded and surveyed her body. The work in the gym had certainly paid off; her stomach was incredibly flat and quite toned from crunches with her abdominal muscles showing through in a feminine way. Her breasts had always been large, about a 32D I think, and they had a great shape to them because of the gym work, no sign of sag whatsoever. Looking down, her legs were long and toned with a nice tan on them and waxed completely smooth. Speaking of smooth, her pussy was completely free of hair and looked to be very neat, no labia showing through.
"You've got me there."
"Trust me, when everything went down with Elizabeth, I was conflicted and did tell her that I didn't do anything but she'd known that I wanted you. Why did you think they told her it was me who shagged you? There were plenty of others who were much sluttier than me. Also, she knew she what went on in the theatre and how all actresses are hussies."
I laughed at her comment.
"But I have a much more personal reason. "
"Which is?" I asked as she started to stride towards me.
"After you, she became a bit of a whore herself, fed up of being the good girl all the time. So she had a couple of affairs and then fucked my husband when we were at a party. She sucked his cock as I sat in the next room with her parents! So I vowed, if I got the opportunity, I'd suck you and fuck you and send her a picture of it to enjoy."
I smiled as she stepped in front of me, her lips only inches from my own.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before you made the leap across the Atlantic, you're too talented to stay with the London stage."
"And your husband?" I asked
"That guilty little shit? He knows the deal. In London, I'm the prim and proper obedient wife. Just as suited to someone of my station, like papa wants me to be."
"And in Los Angeles?"
"I'm whatever the fuck I want to be. "
Alice leaned in and placed her lips on my own; her hands brought up and gently rested on my chest.
"Why would I want to be a part of your revenge plot?" I asked
"Because she wasn't the only heartbroken one? Because I'm fucking gorgeous and standing naked in front of you with perfect breasts? Because you're bored? I honestly couldn't give a shit!"
I was taken slightly aback by how crude and forthright she was being.
"I've known you five years and in that entire time, I've wanted to fuck you. You've got a nice cock and you know how to pleasure a woman, I've literally heard the orgasm. Unless of course you're no longer the Richard Cole I know and you're just some Hollywood hipster pussy now."
I had to give it to her; she knew how to rile me up. She brought her mouth close to mine and licked my lips, her tongue tapping my nose as he pulled away. I looked at her with a ton of hate in my eyes, the girl was an utter bitch but she was completely right and her body looked too amazing to turn down.
"Get your phone then."
She turned heel and walked to the end booth. Leaning it to grab her phone, I took the opportunity to look at the side view of her body. She was very lithe and breasts and bum appeared large in comparison to the rest of her body. After picking the phone up, she walked back to me and started to lean in and kiss me but I stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. I grabbed the phone and scrolled through the options to access her album. It was full of selfies and some group shots of her friends. I was disappointed there were no nudes but came to the conclusion she was much more careful than that.
"If we're doing this; we'll do it my way. On your knees slut!" I commanded.
Alice did as commanded and looked up at me with willing eyes. I took the phone and snapped a photo of her face. She couldn't help but hold a pose and let out a little giggle as I started to snap. She stopped as she saw the serious look on my face though.
"Get on with it then and we'll see if you earn the right to have my cock in you!"
Alice took the hint and undid my belt, even on her knees she was at a good height. She pulled it from the jeans and threw it into the changing room next to us. Slowly, she undid the buttons on the jeans without breaking eye contact. I'd switched over from the camera to the video and hit the record button; she was a natural looking down the lens. I decided to have a little fun.
"So who are we dedicating this video to?"
Her eyes looked a little bit shocked but she eased into it. She lowered the jeans and my boxer shorts, allowing my already hard cock to hit her in the face. She nuzzled it while giggling before grabbing hold with her right hand. Placing a kiss on the head as she pulled the foreskin back, her eyes returned to the camera. She took the head of the cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around. Alice's eyes rolled up to show her enjoyment and made a muffled sound. She took my cock out and held it close by.
"You may not have understood but I said this is dedicated to Slutty Lizzy Grantham."
Alice immediately returned my cock into her mouth and started to suck up and down it. Her mouth wasn't the biggest so only managed to get half of it down before my cock hit the back of her throat. She kept her gaze on the camera as her mouth went up and down my cock, her left hand reaching around and gripping my arse cheek. A lot of saliva worked up in her mouth and she spat some on my cock after pulling it out of her mouth and pumped it with her right hand.
"God this cock tastes nice Richard. Can't believe Lizzie gave it up."
Alice was about to put my cock back into her mouth but stopped as the head reached her lips. She winked at me before dropping her head down and running her tongue along my balls, licking all around. I kept them shaved for just this purpose and she took each ball into her mouth and sucked on them.
"God this feels good." I moaned as she hungrily sucked on my balls.
"My pussy is drenched; I can't wait for you to get in there!"
"Well stand up and I will."
Alice jumped up from her knees and wrapped her arms around me. Overcome with lust, she forced her tongue into my mouth and wriggled it around ferociously; I struggled to keep her phone in my hand and dropped it onto the floor. I lifted her up in my arms and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking on it hard. She moaned as I played with her sensitive nipple; wrapping her legs around me and grinding her pussy into my abdomen. I gripped her arse hard as I swapped between her nipples, sucking and biting them in turn.
"Christ, I need that cock in me."
I lowered her to the floor and kissed her lips, holding in her head in place as our passion was inflamed even more. As I let her go, Alice bit her lip and looked around the area. She turned around and walked to the mirror and before rounding the corner. I followed in her footsteps while stroking my penis to ensure its hardness, feeling her pussy juices on my cock. As I turned the corner; I was greeted by the sight of Alice on her side, laying on a leather sofa, her legs spread and fingers teasing her clit.
"You better get here before I finish myself off."
Following her instructions, I immediately put my knees on the leather and moved my cock to her entrance. I smiled as I slowly slid my cock into her awaiting pussy, sliding in easily due to the wetness. I started to thrust into her tightness when I remembered to use the camera in my hand. I turned on the video and filmed her body as my cock into her pussy, her legs wrapping around my hip.
"Tell the camera how much you love my cock!"
"Oh my god... So much... So good." Alice said in between moans.
"Can you imagine anyone giving it up?"
"Lord no, stupid bitch!"
I chuckled to myself as she let it out the insult, knowing how much she was loving my cock in her. I reach beck my hand and slapped her arse hard, timing it to hit as my cock reached full length inside of her.
"Harder! Make me cum!" Alice screamed.
I followed her instructions and continued to spank her arse as I thrust into her harder. Her body started to shake as she started to climax so I continued to thrust inside of her. I reached my hand again and gave her arse the hardest slap.
"Oh my God, yes! I'm cumming! Ooohh!"
Alice's body fell limp as she enjoyed her orgasm and I slowed my thrusting. I looked over her naked body as she laid there still for a moment, her eyes closed and her hands gently rubbing her breasts.
"You ready for the money shot?" I asked.
Meekly, Alice nodded her head and slid down onto the floor, moving to the front of me on her knees. I moved to sit down on the sofa as Alice grabbed my penis and moved it to her mouth. Stopping her hand, I shook my head and pointed at her breasts. She knew exactly what I wanted and, as I turned the video recorder back on, Alice placed my cock between her pert breasts and started to move it in between her.
Alice was looking down at her breasts as she pumped hard, a little bit of pre-cum seeping out.
"I'm going to cover you like Lizzie wanted but never got!"
She looked at me with a smile as she increased the pace of the pumping with her breasts. She lowered he head just as my cum started to spurt out hard, covering her. Like a trooper, she carried on pumping allowing all my cum to spray over her face, neck and chest. To my surprise, she rubbed my penis over her nipple, depositing the last of the cum on it. As the camera rolled, she lifted the breast to her mouth and sucked the cum off of her nipple.
"That was lovely, thank you Richard." Alice said to the camera and finishing off with a wink.
I put the phone to the side and leaned back against the wall, Alice already getting off her feet and walking into a cubicle to retrieve her dress. She returned to me with her dress and bra back on but was clearly not wearing the thong as it was will in the pocket of my trousers.
"Thank you Richard, I enjoyed that revenge fuck and you were really good. I may approach you again for a normal fuck, maybe pass your name around the girls. You'll get to shag the whole crew then."
She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, cum still on her face, and massaged her tongue on mine. I felt her grab the phone as she stood back up.
"I'm going to go out the back exit, more private that way. You leave by the front in five minutes; the manager is across the road so she'll come back over when she sees you leave."
She walked out toward the shop floor without saying as much as a good bye. I let out a sigh of relief after what had just happened and smiled at my experience. After a couple of minutes, I realised the stupidity of me sitting in a changing room semi-naked and I got up to put my clothes back on. I left the shirts I was trying in the changing area and headed to the front of the store.
I decided to walk around the Grove for a bit to get comfortable in the city a bit more; I imagined I would be spending more time here if the deal to direct Amy's film went through. I browsed in a few of the clothing stores and the Apple shop; buying several new tops and an Apple watch to take back home before popping into an artisan coffee shop.
I realised that I hadn't checked my phone all day so decided to scroll through it while drinking my latte. There were two voice mails and a text message waiting for me after I turned it on. The text was from Emilio to inform me that his brother was okay but being kept in for observation. It was unlikely he would be with me tomorrow so would e-mail my inventory later on in the day. I clicked onto my voice mail and listened to both of the messages.
"Richard, this is Amy. I've spoken to Brett and he told me all about last night. I'm really sorry about what happened with Mel. I'm having dinner with her tomorrow so I'll speak to her then about it. I know she's having a hard time but that amount of drinking in a public party will do her no good, she'll get a reputation. I'll see you in a couple of days for the tests."
I clicked onto message two.
"Hi, I hope this is Richard Cole. My name's Kirsten Dunst and I am an actress. I've heard you're in town and that you may have a new project. I'm looking to make some sort of come back and would be really interested in meeting you. My number is 874-698-144; hope to hear from you. "
The second message was certainly a turn up for the books. I'd had a crush on Kirsten since I first saw her in 'Bring It On!' and she'd aged very well, though I hadn't seen her in anything since 'Batchelorette'. I made a mental note to get the rest of my week planned so I could try and fit her in, maybe get a bit more than just a lunch meeting.
I must have gone into a bit of a day dream because, when I came to, there was a red head standing over me. I recognised her instantly as Emma Stone, the star of 'La La Land' that everyone was excited about at the moment. She smiled at me before sitting in the seat opposite me.
"Hi, I hope you don't mind me bothering you. I'm Emma. You're Richard Cole, right?" She said as she extended her hand.
I took her hand and shook it with a smile on my face.
"That is me and there's no need to introduce yourself, I know who you are. I'm a big fan of your work. Easy A is a masterpiece. I'm surprised you know who I am though. "
"Well it was my friend who recognised you," she said nodding to a brunette in the corner. "But once she did; I had to come and say hello."
"Oh thank you. Your friend looks familiar too, is she famous?"
"Yeah; her name's Elizabeth Olsen. She wanted to come over but she's on the phone with her ex, they're going through custody issues over a dog."
"Well then let's hope that doesn't get messy."
"No. Well anyway, I just had to say I really liked 'Dandelion'. I thought it was really romantic and a good departure from your stage work."
"You know my stage stuff?" I asked
This surprised me as I had written a few plays but they'd only been performed at a few small theatres in the UK. It would be the equivalent of 'off off Broadway' and had been limited to a few hundred people for each play.
"Well I was filming in London and caught one during one of my days off. I was a lot less famous then so it was easier to go incognito. A friend has seen all of them so she arranged for videos of yours and a few other people's plays to head my way."
"Thank you, I'm glad you've enjoyed them. A few were quite personal but I'm glad others appreciate them."
"I don't mean to pry but did you do any of the sex stuff? I mean it can be a bit full on if you're a prude?"
My mind wandered as the film had three sex scenes and my experience with Amy called back to two of them.
"A couple yeah, others are from what my friends have had. I mean, sex is a part of life, there's no reason to be afraid or hide from it. Nothing the body does naturally should be taboo."
"Even the orgy?" she blurted out before going slightly red.
"Well I've never been involved in an orgy but never say never."
I was wondering where this would be going when Elizabeth called over to Emma, indicating the time and that they had to leave.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we have to run. There's a concert tonight and it's a while away so we've got to head off. I'll see you around."
I nodded to her and said goodbye as she left. I took the opportunity to look at her as she did and was surprised that she had a bit of an arse on her. She always seemed tall and thin so a nice feature like that was appreciated. After they left, I finished my latte and checked the time. It was starting to get on in the afternoon so I decided to head back to the condo for an early night and to write some pointers on the script Amy had sent me.
After picking up an Uber, the drive back to the condo went quickly as the traffic wasn't too bad. The forty five minutes in the car gave me the opportunity to read through some business e-mails and the itinerary from Emilio. Luckily he'd decided to give me a day by day play for the next week. Tomorrow seemed a fairly easy day with a viewing of a film by Spanish director Diego Mendes. There were numerous parallels between us so it would be interesting to see what he was bringing to the table. The next day would be free for some writing, while there were also interviews and a couple of parties to attend in the next week.
I was delighted to see that what my management company classed as a work trip seemingly mounted to attending a few lunches, parties and the occasional interview. For someone who had grinded at his job for 10 years, this was the least taxing working fortnight in my life. I arrived back just after 6 o'clock and was ready for a night of script reading but I noticed that the lights were on. I shrugged it off as Emilio probably left them on when he came to meet me this morning.
I walked into the house and there was some R'n'B music playing throughout the house. I knew there was a sound system but I hadn't had the opportunity to play with it, the sound was crisp and volume even as I walked through into the lounge. There was I was greeted with the back of a red headed woman. She wore a long see-through robe with a white bra, a matching lace thong and suspenders visible underneath. She was swaying to the music and appeared to have a glass of wine in her hand. I coughed softly to get her attention and she turned around to look at me.
"You appear to be your underwear in my house."
"Yours? I thought you were just renting."
"Well technically leasing for the week. But still the point stands."
"Lucky I've already poured you a glass then."
The red head walked to the kitchen and grabbed the second glass of wine from the side. She turned around and I noticed the heels that she wore weren't the tallest but they accentuated her legs, making her seem much taller than she was. She walked over to me with confidence and her thin body suited the underwear, her flat stomach exposed by the robe. She handed me the glass, her fingers lingering on my hand as I took it.
"This isn't going to knock me out cold, is it?"
"No of course not, I need you awake for what I have planned. I'm Jessica."
"I know who you are. I actually met a co-star of yours earlier; Emma Stone."
"Ah, she's a sweet kid. Bit easy to intimidate with sexuality though. I'm sensing you're not intimidated though."
"What makes you think that?" I asked as she leaned on the edge of the sofa.
"You're not blushing and you haven't once looked at my tits. "
"Maybe I'm arse man!" I said with a smile.
Jessica nodded her head and immediately turned around. She removed the gown leaving her in the underwear only and bent over the arm of the sofa. I approached her and ran my hand down her back. She shivered at my light touch as I followed her spine down to her arse. I looked at the underwear and saw the thong was over the suspenders, allowing it to be removed while keeping the suspenders in place. I reached my hand over the right cheek and could feel the firmness. She was a few years younger than Amy but her arse was similarly toned. I gave it a slap and she let out a little yelp as my hand contacted her cheek.
"That's got a nice feel to it."
"A vegan diet and plenty of squats; the perfect combo for a firm ass and soft skin."
"And why do I get this opportunity?" I asked as I slid my top off.
Jessica went to stand back up but I placed a firm hand on her back, keeping her in the position.
"I've had two Oscar nominations and didn't win either. I need that gold in my life. I've known some directors but I think you're the one to get me over the line."
"You could audition like everyone else!" I stated as I kicked off my shoes and socks.
"I have enough talent to do that but so do many others. I'm fed up of losing out the action roles to Emily Blunt, the quirky indie roles to Zooey Deschanel or Bryce Dallas Howard and comedy to Emma Stone!"
I undid my jeans as she looked back, licking her lips at the obvious bulge.
"So what makes you so special? Why shouldn't I try and fuck them?"
"Blunt is always away filming, Zooey wouldn't cheat on her husband, you're not Bryce's type and Emma is frigid."
I slide my boxer shorts down and stood there naked in front of her, my penis standing in full size pointing at her
"And I'll let you fuck my ass."
Jessica licked her lips again as I approached her and gave her other cheek a hard slap. My cock rubbed against her pussy through the material and I could feel the wetness, excitement exuding from her entire being. Aware of the red mark on her arse, I reached my fingers over and, with a very light touch, slid my fingers over back, feeling slight goose pimples appear at my touch.
Jessica let out a little moan as the head of my cock rested at her slit, only the lacy material of her thong stopping it from entering her. She reached around and undid her bra, slipping if off of her shoulders and throwing it to the side. She rested her head on the cushion, her eyes seeking me out as I continued to rub back. I noticed the mirror at the end of room and watched her face as I teased her more. I always thought she had quite hard features but the face looked incredibly soft as she felt the pleasure of my teasing.
I decided to take control a little more by grabbing the robe and removing the material used to tie it. I grabbed Jessica's hands behind the back and tied them in place; loose enough for her to move them but tight enough to ensure they'd stay behind her.
"I haven't been with someone this forceful for a while." She said to me, facing me via the mirror.
"Well maybe you need to be dominated a bit more. This isn't going to guarantee you a place in my films..."
"I only need to guarantee your cock in me for now." She said cutting me off.
I reached my hand down and moved her thong to the side. Running my hand along her pussy, I could feel she was very wet and ready for my cock to be inside her. Her pussy was smooth except for a small bit of hair on the top, similar to how Amy was. Maybe all Hollywood red heads are the same, a show of pride for their hair colour.
"Give it to me!" she exclaimed as my fingers came into contact with her now exposed clit.
I stepped forward slightly and pushed my cock into her, half way at first but I was able to fully slide myself in with a few thrusts. I looked into the mirror to see Jessica had closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of my full length in her pussy. The tightness made it obvious that she didn't do this sort of thig regularly so maybe I could count myself lucky.
Taking note of the comment she had made earlier, I licked the fingers that had teased her pussy just before my cock had gone in to make them wet. I could taste her sweet juices and considered stopping for a moment to taste her pussy. I'd already slept with two girls today without going down on either of them but one look at her face in the mirror and I could tell that would be a mistake. Jessica's eyes were closed and her face was a mask of pleasure, need the refreshment that only an orgasm could bring.
Instead I moved the thong further to the side and teased her arsehole with my thumb. I continued to thrust into her to heighten the pleasure but she still let out a yelp of pain when I slipped my first finger in.
"Should I stop?"
"No!" she said in between moans. "But I want to cum before you go in there."
I took her words seriously and increased the pace of my thrusting, the occasional slap to her arse cheeks as I did so. I kept looking at Jessica's face and her eyes remained closed as I pushed into her hard, her mouth open and moaning all the way through. I could feel the pace increase as she started to push back hard in time with my thrusting, the sofa rocking with our movements.
"Yes, just there! Oh my God!" she exclaimed in between the moans.
Deciding her pushing back would be more than what was required, I concentrated on her arse. My finger was starting to go in and out fairly easily so I decided to push on. Spitting some saliva down for extra lubricant, I gently moved my middle finger in to join the index and moved the two in motion as Jessica pushed back more, the occasional grunt joining her moans as she became more animalistic. Her hands fidgeted with the lace as the pleasure took over so I reached over and grabbed a load of hair.
As her hair was pulled back, Jessica opened her eyes to look at me, a deviant smile on her lips. I pushed further in to her arsehole, a third finger joining in, and Jessica licked her lips as she got closer to her orgasm. I let her hair go and pushed her back to the sofa, my hand grabbing her hip and giving it a squeeze. Finally, after a few more thrusts, Jessica screamed loudly as her orgasm took over.
"Oh shit! That's so good, just there. Hold it!"
I held the position allowing her to go through the motions of the orgasm. Her body started to relax as her orgasm subsided but I wasn't ready to finish just yet. I undid the lace from her hands and she immediately drew them underneath her body. I couldn't see her face but I could tell she was smiling with the afterglow. I withdrew my hard cock from her pussy and primed it with her juices.
Instinctively, Jessica spread her legs wider before bringing her arms around and spreading her cheeks. I took my fingers and slowly inserted my cock into her arse, taking it slowly at first. Her face contorted to show she was uncomfortable to start with but that soon changed as I thrust slowly and she got used to it being there.
"You finish yourself good in there." She said she removed her hands from her arse.
"I will, you're gonna be filled up."
"Good, I can't wait to feel that warm spunk in me."
Jessica raised herself up as she leaned on her hands so she was in a better position and I started thrust into her harder. The tightness of her pussy was nothing in comparison to her arse and I could feel her muscles pushing down hard on me, the friction causing pleasure with every thrust.
I gripped onto her arse cheeks as I pushed further in, Jessica looking at me through her the ginger hair as I did so.
"Mmm," she moaned as I pushed into her hard.
I became aware as to why when I saw her lift her index finger to her mouth and starting to suck on it. He tongue entwined her finger as she moaned through the sucking.
"God I taste so nice after an orgasm. I better get you to lick my pussy next time."
"Next time?" I asked
"Cast me in something and you can have any which way, any time."
I smiled at the thought of that and I could feel myself getting closer. I gripped onto her hips and rapidly increased my thrusting into her; I wanted to fill her arse fully, shooting my entire load into her. I reached my hand back and gave it another hard slap. I could my balls tighten and I leaned my head back as I came insider her, thrusting through the entire spurt and only stopping when the cum stopped.
I pulled out of her and gave her arse another little slap before walking back to the wine glass and drinking it down. As I finished the drink, I watched Jessica walk towards me completely naked. The ginger pubic hair was very neatly trimmed and her breasts were fairly small but nice and pert. It was great to finally get a look at her glorious body.
"Now that was a fantastic fuck. Looks like directing isn't the only thing you're good at."
"Thank you, I do try my best. Would you like more wine and stay for some food? Maybe we can discuss some project ideas."
Jessica smiled at the proposition and leant on the side of the kitchen island.
"That sounds like a lovely idea. "
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The De Sade's lights flared against the darkness like a beacon. The gangs that had once claimed the area around it as their home no longer came within its bounds. It wasn't simply the police presence, that had started to patrol more heavily around the area of the anthro run club, that kept them away. It was the force that had been built up within the walls of the building. The reclusive anthros policed themselves and word went out that the punishment for bringing pain or bloodshed were something no thug wanted to risk. It was strange to most of the world that the anthro's had taken over the small slice of a town with so much force that even the police considered them a threat. Most of the world considered them pests at the most. But small pockets had started to come to life with what could be considered small militias that could keep things safe.
The human police knew something was wrong. They knew it the moment there had been several people that had gone missing. Most of them seemed to have reasonable explanations, but they all had one thing in common. They came to the De Sade. The owner was quite contrite and submissive when they came in. The horse lowered his eyes and said how sorrow he was that it had happened, but he had no knowledge. He couldn't keep track of the humans that sought out his club to dance at or even to be dominated at. After all, it wasn't illegal to tie someone up and flog them, it wasn't even illegal to have sex with them as long as it was consensual and no one paid for it. They had nothing that they could charge him on, so in the end they were left keeping a sharper eye on them.
The politicians and preachers were enjoying the unrest in their city. They enjoyed the fact that they were calling out that the anthros were getting ready to wage a war. A war in which mankind would be defeated and they would be left to rule the world in sin and vice. The politicians encouraged the fear that would let them amend bills that would ensure that none of the anthros could be allowed to vote. Couldn't be allowed to have any rights that would put them on the same level as the humans. If the furries knew about it, they didn't give any indication. Most of the world only saw the harmless faces and quiet personalities that offered relief to those that glanced at them. Others knew better, others knew what they hid beneath the surface.
Alex knew. Alex knew intimately. She knew every dirty secret they held, every meeting that went on behind closed doors, and every leader that had been scattered across the nation in places designed to deal a firm blow against the ones that held them at bay. She knew, but her lips were silent. It was her master's wish that they remain sealed and she could no more go against Llewellyn then she could stop breathing. The mare was an intimate to anthro's that were hidden from the rest of the world. They were kept a secret because many wouldn't believe they existed and if they did, they would see the danger. She felt honored to be in that position, but it was an honor that came with a tremor of fear. A remembered terror of being human and all that it meant.
"You grow quiet, my dear." Llewellyn murmured from his desk and glanced up from where he was thumbing through various print outs that had been delivered to him earlier in the evening.
Alex blinked up and looked past the slender sweep of her midnight black muzzle and focused up at her master. She straightened up from where she lay coiled against the desk, nearly against his legs. Her body barely covered in a slip of silk that spilled along her hips. A silver plated halter hung from her head and jingled slightly as she lifted it up so it was held at attention.
"I have nothing to say, Master. You are working and I must be silent while you work." She murmured softly and was rewarded with a snort of amusement. The white stallion leaned down and brushed his hand along the curve of her cheek.
"Ah my dear, it will take me another life time to find another such as you." Llewellyn leaned backwards and traced his finger beneath her jaw line. "But I think you will enjoy your new home."
Alex's stomach fluttered slightly. She had spent a year and a day under the stallion's command. A year and a day she had served the De Sade as a waitress during the early evenings and his pleasure at night. She had born him a fine foal, one that was growing well under the tutelage of an older mare who was nurse maiding him. The stallion had trained her to his hand and lash, he had trained her how to serve him, pleasure him, lick him, and present herself to his stallionhood. She answered his hand like a well trained hound, but it was with the knowledge that she would not be allowed to stay forever. She had been chosen, chosen as a gift once she was trained.
"Master, I wish to stay with you.." She let out a soft trembling breath and the fingers trailed down her neck while the stallion's supple pale lips twitched up slightly. He teased her blue black mane with a whickering laugh.
"Would that you could, but you are Aran's. You are his gift from me and he will treat you well. To do anything less would make me quite angry." Her master stretched his legs out and let out a low rumbling purr. "Go, go and see Etta, she will make sure that you are ready to go with the morning."
"I will not get you even one last time?" Alex flicked her ears back and felt her stomach twist with anxiety. "I will not have you again?"
"Mmm.. once more, once more to remember me by.." The stallion captured his cheeks and tugged her halter forward. She didn't want to leave him. She didn't want to go away. But she would take what she could.
Seattle, Washington. It was one of the places that Alex had never been in either human form or her real form. She had been told where she was going and even knowing that she had found herself shocked to be standing in the middle of a sprawling barn. The scent of horse's assaulted her nose as she shifted in the middle of the large ring and felt uneasy that she hadn't been brought to her Master immediately. Instead, she was left fidgeting and fighting the urge to protest her treatment. The young goat that had brought her to the estate had specifically told her that she was to wait here. She could only assume her new Master, Aran, was testing her training. Llewellyn had warned her that he might.
"I am sorry, my lady.." The piebald goat came into the stable, his body hidden under a hood so she barely so the soft muzzle. The rain gleamed over the edge and dribbled down the furred nose. "Master Aran is coming right behind me."
"I do not mind the wait." Alex managed to get the words out without her teeth chattering together. She hoped there'd be a reason she was standing out here in the cold.
"I should hope not, my dear." A warm masculine voice purred from the door way and she jerked her head up to see a tall middle aged man stepping out. "I do apologize for the wait. Llewellyn promised me the best. I see that you are obedient enough, let's get a better look at you.
*A.. human...* Alex shivered a little bit and watched as the sandy haired man stepped into the light and cast his eyes over her.
"I-I'm happy to be here, Master." She faltered on the words and was rewarded by Aran broadening his smile as he came up to her and caught the bottom edge of her bridle.
"You look confused. What's your name, girl?" The man tugged her head down so that it was on a level with his own. He smelled coppery and slightly of musk that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Alex, sir. I-I wasn't expecting a human." She faltered and lowered her sapphire eyes down to look at his chest when he suddenly barked out a laugh. "I am sorry, no offense is meant."
"I am not human, girl! The unicorn's run their taverns and clubs and bars, but the dragon's run the world and all its knowledge." Aran tilted his head to one side. "We can't walk on two legs like the rest, a dreadful shame, but we're able to take on illusions to allow us to run our businesses. Most of the online giants are run by dragons, you know."
"I.. no I didn't know, Master." She flared her nostrils wider and one of his smooth hands brushed against her nose. It was firm and human feeling while it brushed upwards along her dainty muzzle.
"We love knowledge and technology, a strange occupation, I suppose, but it helps keep the world under our thumb." Aran trailed his fingers down and gave a light tug to her leather overcoat. "It keeps me far too busy to train my own ladies, but you.. you are bought and paid for. Well trained from what I hear."
"Yes, I am, sir." She flicked her eyes down and the man stepped back with a throaty rumble. It vibrated through his chest and he flared his nostrils.
"Forgive the setting, lovely mare, I cannot fit in the house in my true form." The man tossed his hair back from his face and his pale brown eye suddenly deepened to a burnished copper. "And once I perfect you, I will not be able to have you ruining my floors."
"What do you mean, Mas-" The words died in her mouth as the dragon let illusion drop away from him. The goat that had come in with him bleated and bolted as a massive form seemed to spring from no where.
Alex scrambled back as the blue scaled beast reared up with a screeching roar that sounded like tearing metal. Broad wings that were fringed with delicate scales snapped open wide and nearly brushed the ceiling above him as forelegs dropped down onto the ground. The clothing was gone, not torn, just gone as the beast tilted a large heavy head to look down at her. Long spines rose up starting right at the forehead and trailed down along the curve of the neck. Each one was dark black that paled towards a light grey at the sharp looking tips. The jaw was fringed as well as the dragon dropped his haunches down and regarded her with amusement. It was only then that the mare realized that she had shoved herself back against the wall, her ears were flattened down against her head and she was shaking.
"M-Master?" She managed to barely stutter the word as the dragon furled his wings and snorted in what seemed to be amusement.
"Come forward, girl. I did not expect a coward for my money." The copper eyes narrowed and she felt a bit of a jolt.
Alex forced herself to walk forward, her body was shaking and she swallowed roughly as the beast rumbled in amusement at her. As her eyes flickered over the scaled form she realized that he wasn't as massive as his spread wings had made him seem. He was the size of a draft horse, perhaps even a bit smaller. He just appeared larger with the extra limbs on his back. He wore a thick solid gold collar with a phoenix outlined in tiny rubies and garnets. His head was a bit like a horse's, but the tip didn't end in lips, they turned into a hard blue-black beak like a raptors. It made her heart pound against her chest to willingly go near him, but training kicked in. She stumbled forward and let out a little noise as he lifted a forepaw and caught her beneath the jaw.
"What do you think, Billy? Do you think she'll do?" The drake tilted his head so the nervous looking goat peered at them both.
"You wanted a unicorn mare, sir. She is a unicorn mare." Billy shrugged his hood off and Alex saw him taking a step back as if uncomfortable around the drake as well. "I.. I think she's too small, though, sir."
"Observant of you." The dragon drawled and a black tongue flashed in his maw. "You are right, though, she is smaller then I'd like. She'd be quite pleasurable in my human guise, but useless in this one."
"Shall I ring Llewellyn and tell him that she won't do?" The black and white goat peered nervously between them. "Perhaps he can try again."
"No, but do go and give him a call and let him know she arrived safely. I expect fair return of part of my money due to having to extend myself to perfect her." The drake furrowed his brow a bit, a strange expression on the bestial head. "After that you may leave. She and I will come to terms with one another, won't we, my lovely mare?"
"Yes, Master." Alex kept her head up, her instincts were screaming for her to bolt, but her training held true.
"Yes, sir." The goat gave her a glance and a grin before bolting towards the open door leaving her alone with the dragon.
*I never knew there were four legged anthros. She swallowed as the drake heaved himself up to all fours and started to prowl around her. The thought made her almost laugh. There's nothing anthro about him, he's just intelligent.*
The mare nearly let out a squeak of fear as a large scaled paw wrapped itself around her torso and drew her back so that she hit against the broad chest. The scales were almost hot to the touch as the muzzle dropped down and snuffled teasingly against her. The leather coat hugged around her and hid the loose silks that she'd been dressed in, so it allowed her some protection against the scaled beast behind her. The paw slipped upwards so that dark black talons teased along the leather of her coat and popped one of the buttons free. Her heart started to beat faster against her chest as a low rumble let her know that Aran was laughing softly at her.
"You smell of fear, little mare. Do you think your creator sent you hear to be eaten?" The drake's slick tongue flicked out to catch right against her neck in a hot slippery line.
"I do not know, Master. You are like nothing I've ever known." She swallowed while the paw slipped upwards and caught the next button so the heavy leather started to spread open as it loosened.
"Ahh well you shall know me very well, my lovely little mare." The tongue slipped along the curve of her neck and flicked upwards. "I have been searching for a long while for a broodmare of my own. The female dragons are... sadly.. quite adamant that they don't need males in their business."
The last words were spoken with more amusement than irritation. The claws tugged firmly right against the leather and peeled it open. She heard it being spread open before there was a rough yank that sent her stumbling forward. The claws caught against her silks and the drake let out a baritone growl as she let out a soft squeal of shock. His breath tickled the back of her neck and her heart started to beat faster. No matter what he told her, she felt the fear of any prey animal in the grips of a large predator. The large copper eyes were focused on her as he glanced down look over her silks before giving a rough snort and his large paw caressed against her stomach so the claw tips picked against the fragile material.
"Ahh Llewellyn, he has a fine eye for beauty, but that does not gain me what I need." Aran flexed his fingers and gave a sharp tug downwards so that the silk bit against her skin.
Alex jerked forward against the paw and to one side. The yanking motion tore the lovely slip that she'd been wearing from her body and her eyes flashed an edge of white. The fear that had started spiked upwards to a new level. This wasn't like her old master. The stallion had enjoyed having her dressed up in silk so he could enjoy the feel of it. The dragon had practically ripped it off her so that it fluttered uselessly to the ground. Her nostrils flared open wide as Aran dropped his head and cast an eye over her. His tongue flicked up and over his muzzle before he heaved to all fours and padded towards her. The muscles rolled beneath his scaled hide and she stumbled back away from him. He called her his broodmare, but at that moment she didn't believe he wasn't thinking of her as anything other then food.
As she went backwards the drake's jaws spread open wide and the large tongue curled with what looked like a grin. The serrated teeth caught the light as she bumped backwards and hit against the wall. The soft sound of whickers came from the other side of the wall as the sound disturbed the stalls occupant. She found her heart hammering faster and harder, her breath came in short hot puffs of air while she stiffened at the approaching creature.
"I am not an anthro, mare." Aran rumbled as she pressed herself flat against the wall. "I am not one that believes in taming down my instincts because it fit better in with the man-made world. You will learn this, and I believe you will even enjoy it. But for now, this form, lovely though it is, is not one that I can use."
"Please, Master," She swallowed and kept her ears pinned flat. "I'm sorry if I offended you."
"Oh you have not offended me, lovely mare, you shall be the jewel in my collection. A fertile mare of my own that holds magic within her veins." The large blue muzzle dropped downwards and suddenly a hot blast of breath hit her in the middle. "Mine..."
The word came on the edge of something that speared through her torso and hit her with a lance of heat. She squealed out as the world became tinged in red hot fire. Her last sight was that of large copper eyes that glowed in the edge of an eerie blue light.
Hours? Days? What time had passed came at a loss to Alex as she came back to herself. And when she did, she realized that Aran had no intention of keeping her as the pampered house slave that she had become accustomed to. She didn't wake up on a silken bed with soft pawed servants to bring her her meals so she could remain focused on pleasing her master. She didn't wake up to the scent of incense or the feel of a body pressed against her own. She didn't even wake up bound by silk cords to a bed so she was stretched out receive him as she had been trained. She woke up to only one familiar thing. The bite of a bit pressing down against her tongue and a bridle latched around her head. The rest was terrifyingly unfamiliar.
She stood awkwardly in the middle of a small room that had a concrete floor and drain that rested just beneath her. Her chest was shoved up against a smoothly polished wall and her head was held up by a loop of padded leather. She stood, not on two legs, but on four solid hooves that were braced against the ground. They took her weight, but she didn't have to hold herself up. Straps wrapped around her chest and stomach so she could let them take her weight if she had no other option. She had woken up to the ache of them biting against her. She had woken up not as a dainty anthro unicorn mare that was designed to bring pleasure to her Master, but a four legged beast. An animal. And she had hours of time standing in the same place to contemplate such things.
*What has he done to me..* Alex lashed her tail as much as she could, but it just bounced against her hips like a club.
"Oh you're a wake!" Billy, the little black and white goat, poked his nose in and grinned at her. "The Master thought you would be out a bit longer, but you changed rather nicely."
Alex opened her lips and gave an outraged squeal to the goat. How dare he think that she had changed nicely! She hadn't wanted to be changed like this at all! The goat didn't seem to care, instead Billy trotted into the room with a wagging of his tail and leaned up to hold the cheeks in either palm. She wrinkled her nose upwards at the sharp pungent scent of goat that hit her. She couldn't pull away, the hands held her and tugged at the reins so that her head was lowered almost to her chest. The goat fastened the leather straps to the chest band so her head was forced into an awkward angle. The bit flattened down against her tongue and she spread her lips to try and ease the ache.
"I didn't get a chance to finish up, just be a good lady, alright?" Billy bleated and Alex let out another squeal, but he ignored her in favor of darting out the door.
When he returned he had a set of heavy leather straps cast over his shoulder and he ducked beneath her hanging body with a brush of her head against the curve of her chest. She snorted out, but he dropped the leather in a pile to one side. There was a frightening sound of hard metal clattering with the leather and she tilted her head to try and see what he was doing. The little goat man shifted the leather apart and coiled the leather to one side, along with a set of something that looked like cuffs. She didn't recognize what some of it was, only that it looked terrifying as she shifted restlessly on all four hooves. They clopped against the concrete as Billy picked up a set of the cuffs and moved down beneath her.
"Sorry, girl, bosses' orders. He wants you wrapped up for him." He murmured as his hoof tipped hands caught her around her lower leg.
A padded leather cuff was fastened just above her hoof, but it wasn't the thin sort of cuff she was used to. It was broader, nearly six inches high, and multiple metal buckles were used to tighten it down so that it hugged tightly about her lower leg. It felt awkwardly heavy and it bit against her hide. It was soon joined with another one that wrapped around her other leg so that she could barely fidget them. She jerked her legs up and placed them down, but it made the leather pinch so she stopped and held them together. Billy moved one of his hands against her left foreleg and suddenly pushed it so that he bent forward and his shoulder pushed against her knee. Alex let out a soft squeal and her hoof skidded over the concrete.
Once her legs were forced together he began clicking links together so that the cuffs were locked together at an awkward angle. Her hooves were pressed together so close that they were nearly touching each other. She nearly jerked her forelegs forward, but both of them went down beneath her. The straps along her chest and belly drew taut to stop her from tumbling down to her knees. The little goat jerked out with a bleat as she struggled and moved his hand up to pat against the upper leg. She twisted her head and curled her lips back with an angry noise. This wasn't fair! She was supposed to be respected and treated well!
Billy moved back to the pile of leather and picked out a smaller set of cuffs, but these ones weren't just two separate sets, but were hanging from a thick band of leather that turned into a Y shape. She tried to jerk her haunches away from him, but with her forelegs forcibly held together, she couldn't do anything more then carefully side step a few paces. It wasn't enough to do more then make the goat lean over to snap a cuff around her left ankle and then move to the right. She curled her lips back with a low growling noise as the leather was buckled into place on the right leg and the leather dragged around the ground as she fidgeted.
"Can't have you kicking the Master!" Billy bleated out cheerfully, "Sometimes the new wild mares are hard to deal with. At least, the horse's are, I don't know about unicorns."
The little goat darted beneath her and picked up the leather that connected the two cuffs so it was pulled slightly taut. It wasn't enough to move her hind legs, but enough to let her know that it was there. He came up beside her, close enough that the sharp scent of his musk assaulted her before looping the leather around her neck. The buckles clapped against her neck and chest as he moved in front of her. Her nose brushed against his chest so that the scent made her wrinkle her lips backwards in disgust. There was such a harsh musk about him that she wanted to yank her head away. The bit pinched her tongue as she pulled up just enough to draw in a clean breath.
Billy tightened the leather around her neck so that she could feel the hobbles being tightened along the line of her belly. Alex tried to kick a hind leg back, but the moment she did the leather drew taut and she was barely able to move it a few inches before it was stopped up short. The leather cut down around her neck, not painfully, but enough that she understood what the rig was designed to do. Her heart started to pound a bit faster as she realized she was effectively cut off from defending herself with her hooves and her head both.
The goat didn't seem to notice her unease, instead he gave her a bit of relief in the form of unclipping her reins so she could jerk her head up. He didn't stick around for her to get in a bite, he darted behind her now safe hind quarters where she couldn't harm him. She stretched her jaws a little bit and shook her head as she lifted her head up and relieved the cramp along her maw. She pushed up against the metal bit and stretched her neck as far up as she could get it. It was a relief to feel the muscles stretching after being forced to arch her neck all the way down to the curve of her chest. Billy used her distraction to bolt behind her for his next chore.
His hoofy hands claimed the base of her tail before she realized that he was standing behind her. She let out a whicker and twisted her head back to see the little pie bald goat tugging at her long tail and pulling it down towards him. Her ears flattened back and heat rushed up towards her cheeks as she felt the long hairs being drawn away from the naked curve of her haunches. This wasn't the body she was used to, but that didn't matter. She was still naked. Still exposed. And the fact that this.. this.. servant was pulling her tail away from her loins was insufferable! No one in Llewellyn's employ would ever treat her in this way! She was reserved for her master alone! Not for this creature!
Billy didn't seem to care that her velvety tear shaped folds that were snugged between her hind legs. Her long tail was held away from her body, and the goat started to tug at the long hairs and twisted around her tail bone. They were gathered up and flipped over and over again so that she could feel them tightening down almost uncomfortably. She tried to twist her head far enough around she could see what he was doing, but she only saw the long hairs being flipped up and around. She was uncomfortably aware that the action was revealing her inner thighs entirely. The long spill of hair was her only bit of 'clothing' left to her and it was being taken away.
The last of the hairs were pulled up tight and were braided down at the top so they wouldn't fall down on their own. It made a club of her tail bone and she tried to twitch it away, but the hands moved to grip it so he couldn't get away. Instead, Billy pulled out a gleaming latex sleeve from the waist of his pants and loosened the laces so one end was spread wide. She let out a muffled squeal as her braided tail was forced into the latex sleeve and the long hairs were pinched down around it as the rough edges were yanked all the way up to the base of her tail. The goat started to tug and pull at the laces so the latex was tightened down almost painfully against the tail bone.
"There we go, isn't that better?" Billy grinned up at her and gave her rump a firm slap against the curve of the haunch.
Alex showed her teeth in response to that. She lashed her tail back and forth, but the club that it had been made into just slapped against his inner haunches one after another. The long strands no longer offered any sort of covering or help. Her ears and face burned with humiliation as she twisted and kicked one leg out, only to be sent dropping down into the straps that were looped under her belly and chest again. It was humiliating.
"I'll go let the Master know I have you set up. He'll be quite happy, he's been anxious to see if you'd take better than the other girls." Billy wrinkled his nose up. "You turn an anthro horse into a four legged one, they kinda forget who they are. I hope you haven't. He's been counting on unicorn blood being strong enough to handle being turned this way."
Alex shrieked out and tried to kick back at him, but the yank tugged at the collar around her neck and made her throw her head up with a rough noise. Her ears pinned down flat against her head as she glared at the little servant. He only grinned in reply and bolted from the room with a clattering of his cloven hooves leaving her alone and hanging from the straps. The leather creaked and shifted as she fidgeted nervously. He'd done this to normal mares? And they'd turned into animals? Fear uncoiled in her belly as she dropped her head down a touch. She didn't want to be a beast!
It was dark when Aran made an appearance. She had spent the afternoon being forced to eat a bucket of grain that Billy had brought her. It had tasted dry and foul to her, but she'd chewed it down anyway. She wasn't quite able to resist the taste of it. Her stomach had been cramping from hunger. She had nearly let herself believe that the dragon was going to ignore her now that she had been changed when the double doors behind her had been opened. The drake's rumble of appreciation spilled from between his scaled lips as he looked her over and she jerked her head up high and glared at him.
"Ahh a bit spoiled are we?" Aran's sharp teeth flashed as he spoke and one fore paw lifted up to touch her haunches. "Llewellyn trained you for his tastes, obedient, but a harem girl. Here, my harem doesn't live in silks and lovely rooms, girl. They are my herd."
Alex squealed and jerked a hoof back to kick at him. She was angry, she was angry enough she didn't give a damn about her training! She was a valuable mare. She had been told that time and again. It had been a part of her training! She was to serve and obey, but she was to be given some amount of respect for that.
"Angry as well?" The drake tilted his head to one side with his lips twitching a little bit as if he were ready to be amused by her. "I enjoy spirit, fire, and I will need that in any mare that will carry my brood. You have been proven fertile, Llewellyn assures me that you produced a fine foal."
Alex squealed again, but it was cut short by a sudden lash against her haunch that was like fire. She jerked forward and it happened again, but this time she was able to watch as the long length of the tail was used as a whip. It cracked against the curve of her muscled haunch and left a reddened hot welt behind along the black of her fur. It stung her pride as much as it stung her flesh. She lashed her bound tail and pinned her ears flat down against her head before the blue drake stepped forward and quirked his lips back in a slight grin.
He moved around her with graceful steps that made the muscles roll beneath his scales as he looked her over, or rather, he looked at her bonds. He reached his paw up to test them one after another, assuring himself that they held her firmly in place. It made her flinch each time he came near, but he didn't snap his tail at her again. The scent of him was thick in her nostrils, a hot coppery scent that made her flare her nostrils at time as she tasted it on her tongue. It wasn't like Llewellyn's rich musk, but something alien that made her heart start to beat faster. It caused an instinctive fear that made her hide shiver over her muscled haunches.
Aran's talon's slid along the curve of her chest and then curled upwards against the sweep of his chest. The talons lightly teased against the smooth fur and pressed down hard enough that it raised a welt against her skin. His head darted in and brushed a hot puff of air against the curve of her neck before his tongue flicked out and coiled itself along the supple length. It raised up the long strands of her mane as she felt the heat of his breath teasing her. The fangs scraped again her hide before his muzzle trailed up towards her bridled head. Her muzzle closed and she rolled the bit against her tongue as the fearsome maw slipped up high enough hat it nearly touched her horn.
"My poor frightened mare..." Aran drawled out as his lips brushed against the curved horn so it sent a rush of heat through her. Her stomach tensed up and she jerked backwards. "Don't you know your position here?"
The beaked muzzle rubbed against her horn so that the hard edge scraped up and down. It made Alex close her eyes as the warmth flowed through her. No, not warmth, fire. It was a heat that lapped through her veins and rushed through her body. Her stomach tensed up and tightened as the heat spread deeper inside of her and made her breath come out in hot pants. There was a tinge of magic to it that she couldn't escape. She couldn't fight against the feel of the tendrils curling and stroking places inside of her that no hand should be able to touch. Her hind legs kicked roughly against the restraints as she tried to move her head back from the dragon's touch, but he followed her and twisted his tongue around her horn.
She'd never had anyone touch the spire before, not as intimately as the tongue that curled itself from the base and started to stroked upwards. It rasped upwards while she let out a breathy noise as the touch wasn't dulled as it should have been when horn was being touched. It was startling erotic to feel the slimy appendage rubbing and squeezing with pulses that helped the magic flow into her body. Her horn was being used as a tuning fork for whatever the dragon was doing. Her breathing came out faster while the beaked muzzle spread open and wrapped itself over her spire and gave a slow suckling pull. Sparks rolled through her mind as the magic suddenly snapped itself free and the world tilted wildly as she tried to tear her horn away from the beast.
Aran let her draw her head back, his tongue fluttered over the tip before he drew away and she was able to blink her eyes to concentrate on his face. Her ears remained pinned back against her head as her stomach tightened almost painfully and a soft noise spilled past her lips. Her nostrils flared open wide and the dragon's scent flooded her senses so that she was trembling in place. The musk was mingled with another, more familiar, scent. The dragon's magic hadn't been used just to torment her and tease her; it had been used to call her body into heat. She could feel her lower body starting to swell and warm with her season.
"You are my broodmare.." The drake drawled out and curled his upper lip back to draw in her scent. His tongue fluttered out lightly, "Cherished, pampered, groomed and bred to carry on my proud lineage. My eggs will be your only goal and pleasure.."
Alex swallowed, her mouth felt dry at the talk of eggs. Eggs?! She twitched slightly as the drake fluttered his tongue out again and curled his upper lip backwards. The sharp hot musk of the male flooded her nose as he twisted his head to fix her with one bright eye. She wasn't staring at Aran though, she was staring between his powerful haunches and what was happening to his body. She had been around stallions. She knew Llewellyn's massive form intimately, but this wasn't anything like him. The large spade shaped cock tip pushed the vent open wider and wider with the tip glistening slightly as the precum oozed out and inched into the light. It was tapered, but rapidly grew wider then her old master had ever been.
The underside of the ridges started to come into the light as they swelled outwards and pushed into the light. It brushed along the underside of the belly and spread a smearing viscous wetness onto the broad scales. The hot taste of musk filled her senses while she tried to shrink in on herself. For the first time since she'd woken up, she became aware of the fact that her tail was bound up into vet wrap and it hid very little of her haunches. The cool air brushed against the soft tear shaped folds that had started to grow swollen and fluttered at the hot male scents on the air. They weren't from a stallion, but they still they were male and her body flared at the scent of it. The drake's wings opened and a low growl purred out from deep in his throat as he started to advance on her.
"Oh yes, eggs... Once you lay a clutch, you'll be ripe and fertile for me." The tongue flickered out and ran along her neck before trailing downwards along the curve of her spine. "Perhaps I'll watch you lay.. watch you struggle and strain with my egg, and once you lay it I'll be there to plunge into your still quivering body to ensure you'll never be empty."
Alex let out a trembling breath, she wanted to squeal a protest, and part of her mind flared with terror at the idea of what the dragon was saying. She had carried a foal, true, but she hadn't been forced to immediately carry another one. She'd been given time to relax and recover. And it had been a foal, not an egg. She stared at the dragon and felt another spike of fear at his size and what he was proposing. Would the egg be the size of a foal? Hard and unyielding as she strained around it or even several of them at once? Would he-
The thought's broke away as the muzzle dropped down and a hot rush of breath hit beneath her tail. It curled outwards and twisted around so that her entire body tensed up. Her ears flattened down against her head, but she couldn't' stop the soft whimpering sound that spilled past her lips as the supple hot tongue fluttered out. It brushed against the swollen tear shaped folds and then pushed upwards right against the inner folds. She couldn't stop herself from reacting to the touch, her outer lips winked and flashed her clit into the light. She tensed up a little bit before the tongue slipped along the plump swollen nub and started to circle in slow smooth movements. Her hind legs went tense as the tongue rolled again and scraped right over the tip so that a short noise was forced out of her throat.
She felt so swollen, so sensitive. Every beat of her heart let her feel the way her body was starting to react and the tongue was coaxing her on. Her wrapped tail slapped against his muzzle as the tongue plunged forward and pushed along the inner folds. It rasped right up against her opening and probed with the tapered tip so that she let out a squeaking squeal. Her forelegs were nearly knocked beneath her as she leaned forward. She couldn't get away from the attention as another hot breath blasted against her inner thighs. It tickled all the way up towards the stiff teats between her haunches and she let out a breathy noise.
The world was scented with hot male musk and her own heat that was starting to spike on the air. It wasn't like with Llewellyn who had seduced and teased her, stroked and roused her body to fever pitch. It was more like a stallion scenting a mare and examining her taste. The scaled lips pushed upwards and scraped along the outside folds as they fluttered and winked with her estrus. Her wetness began to grow as the hot long tongue suddenly plunged forward. The writhing appendage lewdly forced it's way into her quivering passage and Alex arched her back up with a rough protesting cry. Her eyes squeezed shut as the tongue rubbed upwards and seemed to gather up the wetness of her heat before it slipped free with a wet sound.
"Sweet, eager.. ready.." The drake's voice came out with a low thrumming growl as the glistening muzzle lifted upwards and sucked in her scent.
The words were thick and slurred. He seemed to have problems trying to get the words out around the growing lust that was blazing in his eyes. There was no intelligence in that face, despite the fact he could speak. There was only raw need there that matched the state of his body. The onyx spire was pulsing beneath the curve of the belly. The thick oozing precum dribbled to the ground as the thickness of the base pushed its way free. Larger than any stallion, thicker and strangely shaped. It was intimidating and she knew she should have bolted or struggled as his head slipped over her haunches. But it was starting to get harder to think, harder to make herself recall anything but the hot sweet taste of male on the air. It flared like a fire inside of her until she shifted her hind legs apart when he pressed forward.
The broad wings spread open so that wind hit her as the drake lunged upwards onto his haunches and pushed up and over her body. The slip of his forelegs moved up to either side of her haunches while she stiffened her front legs and tried to keep herself in place. A massive set of jaws closed down against the back of her neck and clamped down tightly as the scales of his belly rubbed up against her. It made her breath come in short gasps and her eyes flashed an edge of white. The fear rolled beneath the surface of her desire, but the lust was overwhelming. It didn't let her concentrate on her fear, not when the drake's forepaws locked around her curved hips and something hard and slippery probed up between her hind legs.
It pushed between them and grazed her teats as she jerked her bound tail up to one side. Her folds glistened in the light as she lowered her head and let out a throaty noise in her throat. The powerful scaled haunches spread to either side of her hips as he rolled forward in short jabbing movements. The tip grazed upwards and left a trail of clear precum as it slipped higher and higher. It wasn't until the drake pulled back almost all the way that his cock tip found her winking dark folds. A thick goopy dribble of precum trailed along the outside of them before his chest pressed down and a pair of wings snapped forward. His muscles rippled as he lunged forward and the spade shaped tip suddenly lunged into her estrus swollen passage.
The mare squealed out in shock and near pain as her body was forced to stretch around the too large shaft. The inner walls clamped down tightly around his girth while the ridges tugged and pushed her folds in on themselves. It grew rapidly thicker as it started to drive itself in deeper and deeper. The walls strained quivering around him while she splayed her hind legs as wide as the hobbles would allow her. Her own wetness was squelched out around the swollen girth and mingled with the precum as it trailed down along the edges of her udder. She spread her lips with a sharp groan as the drake stuffed himself inwards until he was nearly half plunged into her and her back was arched up. Only then did he drag backwards with a growl that vibrated the length of her spine.
Alex kept her ears back as it teased through her passage and pulled some of her wetness out to coat her outer lips before he drove forward again. This time his claws hooked against the front of her legs and yanked her backwards. Her bound forehooves scraped against the ground as she was forced backwards onto the cock. The thickness spread wider and wider, too wide, wide enough that her outer lips formed a tight O around him as the ridges popped one at a time into her body. She clamped down around them while the spade shaped tip drove itself right up against the tender opening of her cervix. The base suddenly hammered upwards and Aran let out a snarl and released her neck and rubbed his tip right against the opening.
The drake yanked out backwards again and her walls clamped down harder around him so that the ridges caressed her body. Her heat had made her passage swollen and overly sensitive. It was meant for a smooth shafted cock, but the ridges that pulled and caressed through her were something new. It made her body flush hotly as the drake plunged back into him and nudged against her cervix again. The base parted her outer lips with a lewd wet noise while his haunches pushed in tight against her outer hips. The hot breath hit against the back of her neck before he yanked back outwards against a throaty cry spilled out of her throat. It ached, she was stretched too wide, and the pain and pleasure mingled with each other as he kept stretching her open.
When the shaft plunged back into her passage she felt the base spreading her open until the tip crammed right up against her cervix. The spade shape was used to wedge him open wider and wider, the tight opening stretched wider and wider. A hot thick drool of cum erupted into her spread cervix and splashed into her fertile womb itself was she was left partially struggling under him. She wanted to relieve the pressure of the base stretching her passage open. Her outer lips were being forced and wedged wider and wider until she couldn't take anymore. Her bound forelegs rocked slightly and she gave a sudden jerking lunge forward before shrieking out as the drake slammed forward.
The base knot popped into her passage with a wet lewd sound and her forelegs went down so that the straps that ran beneath her were the only things holding her up. They creaked and groaned at the combined weight of the drake, but Aran didn't seem to care about it. His knot forced her walls open wide as the spade shaped tip lodged itself in her cervix and then he pulled back. Her folds stretched open wide and the knot popped free and then was plunged back into her. The cock ridges continued to tease through her as she was left crying out in short harsh squeals. Her legs kicked back, but the hobbles stopped her from struggling free. Even if she was trying to drive him away.
He was caressing and rubbing her, teasing and massaging, coaxing reactions from her estrus ravaged body until a sheen of sweat was gleaming on her dark black hide. She let out a shallow noise deep in her throat as the drake hammered forward. Time and again the spaded tip popped into her exposed cervix and left a hot goopy trail of precum that was being shoved into her. The knot at the base was the worst, it wasn't just remaining the same size. It was yawning open wider and wider as it pushed the outer lips open and with wet squelching noises. Her own arousal was drooling out around the edges of her folds and marring her inner thighs. Her breath came out in short hard gasps as the drake's teeth suddenly clamped down along the curve of her neck.
The teeth cut into her hide roughly as the drake's hips lunged forward a final time and the knot started to swell open. The mare shrieked out roughly as her own walls started to clamp down around him and dug the ridges deeper inside of her. Her wetness coated him as she began to milk and squeeze around him as eagerly as if he were a stallion. Her stallion. And as he rolled forward the tip spread wider and locked itself in place within her cervix. The drake's hips was so close against her own as the pleasure washed over her. Not even the teeth gripping her neck stopped her from feel the rush of need to feel what was coming.
Aran's body shuddered as the cock suddenly throbbed along her passage. It pulsed and the great vein that ran along the underside bloated before the first hot thick rush of cum erupted out of the tip. The thick splattered hit hard against the inside of her womb in jets that were hard enough she could almost feel them. The sperm rich seed flowed with each and every pulse as she helplessly squeezed and milked around him, pulling it in deeper as her body was ravaged by everything he had to get her. It was hot, as hot as liquid fire, but still she tried to push back against him. The swollen knot kept her joined tightly to him as he gave a grinding push forward and the next jet made her jerk her head up slightly. Million of sperm were already flowing through her fertile womb, writhing and wriggling, fighting to be the first to claim her ova for their own. The first to make her swell with egg. All the mare could do was tremble as the drake's panting body rested above her.
Three months later
The stable was dark save for the light that was gleaming in the walk way between the stalls. It cast shadows into the large box stall that had been freshly cleaned by Billy earlier in the morning. It was always kept clean and well tended for the little mare that claimed it. The midnight black creature pranced restlessly back and forth through the thick golden hay while her bound tail was held up high behind her haunches. A gleam of sweat was showing along her hide as she flicked her ears back and let out soft nervous noises deep in her throat. The rest of the stable was quiet, the horses sleeping and ignoring the drama that was growing within the birthing stall. Alex couldn't sleep, she couldn't be comfortable, she couldn't stop her pacing as her fat swollen belly swayed back and forth beneath her.
It had grown larger and larger over the last few weeks. The slow swell had peaked to something that she could barely deal with. Her flesh was stretched taut and her teats were swollen and sensitive between her hind legs. Everything felt too hot and almost itching as she turned another quarter around the stable and gave her head a shake. Her black spire nearly brushed the wall as she cast an eye to the lounging blue form that took up one half of the stall. Aran watched her with hooded eyes and a slight grin on his mobile features. He had shown up barely half an hour after Billy had checked her and he hadn't left sense. It didn't matter, nothing mattered but the ache of her swollen stomach and the need to put an end to it if she could find a way.
It was nearly three Am when the need grew too much and she let out a groaning cry before her knees went down into thick soft straw. Her cheeks were flushed with humiliation as she heard Aran's prumm of amusement when her haunches fell and she rolled onto her side. Three months weren't enough time to forget what he had done to her. They weren't enough to make her forget the two days he had kept her hanging and bound in the breeding stall as he took her. She couldn't forget the feel of his tip stabbing into her already sore cervix to flood her until she was barely able to move from exhaustion. An exhaustion that he did not share. He only wanted his egg. His off spring. His chance to have his own young from her body.
The thoughts drifted away as her stomach cramped and she felt the massive orb shifting inside of her swollen belly. It wasn't a clutch, but an egg that was nearly as large as a foal and a hard shell that gave her no relief, no chance to shift it. Her tail jerked up in the darkness of the stall and she let out a wheezing cry as the contractions forced her inner passage to clamp down tightly against each other. The trickle of wetness gleamed on her outer lips as she rolled onto her chest and forelegs and let herself clench down so that the soft padding of her womb began to ripple and put pressure around the mottled shell that had grown from her ova. Her ears splayed to either side as her wheezing breath came in short hard pants. Each one rougher then the last as the egg wedged and strained her dilated cervix open.
The walls stretched open and burned as she clenched and squeezed around it. It wasn't like a foal, it was unyielding while her hind legs splayed open wider and wider. The egg started to push into her passage inch by slow inch, the shell scraped along her passage as she pushed her hind legs beneath herself and started to force her haunches upwards. Her tail flicked to one side as Alex let out a short harsh squeal as the egg splayed her open wider and wider. Her muscles were forced to contract and tense to force the egg outwards. A slippery clear fluid coated around it, thick and heavy as it oozed out of her splaying folds to help and ease the passage.
The little unicorn mare's eyes snapped open wide and bulged as she pushed again and this time her legs started to shake as the egg began to pass closer and closer to her aching folds. Slowly the darkness of her lips were parted with a curve of mottled white. The walls stretched open and pushed outwards so that they were swollen looking. Her body was shaking, trembling, and the pain burned through her as she shrieked out and pushed again. The walls clamped down tightly while her sweat soaked sides started to quiver. Her vision started to turn black as the egg yawned her folds open obscenely wide and her hind legs were forced apart. She could almost feel her joints straining to keep in place at the moment of terrible pressure.
With a final screech Alex jerked her head up and the heavy egg dropped from between her abused folds into the thick padding of the straw. Her body jerked and her tail flipped over her back as she nearly sobbed in relief as it left her body. Her legs trembled with exhaustion as each breath came in short ragged gasps. Her eyes squeezed shut and she savored the pure and simple relief that the egg was out of her. Her passage still burned from the pain of being stretched and trying to wrap around it, but it was over. She had done it. It was over. She had managed the impossible.
"A fine fine egg my dear, better then I have ever wished.." A voice drawled from behind her and she heard the straw moving as something heavy was rolled through it.
Alex twitched an ear back before something heavy, scaled and powerful moved over her back and pressed her down against the straw. A hot breath hit against the back of her neck and the teeth gripped her roughly. The mare let out a squealing cry as the powerful forepaws moved to wrap around her hips. The heavy swollen cock rested along the curve of her ass cheeks as the tip oozed out a thick heavy spill of precum that dribbled out and ran along the edge of her tail bone. Her eyes flashed wide when the hips pulled back and it trailed down to brush along her still aching folds.
"I hear it is easier the second time around..." Aran purred into her ear and his hips gave a slow roll forward.
The mare could only manage a whimpering squeal as the cock tip suddenly drove itself into her aching passage. Her walls quivering around him as the horror of what he'd said hit her. A second egg?!
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Beyond the De Sade by Kalan
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"Deep Penetration",
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"Human",
"Impregnation",
"M/F",
"Master/Slave",
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"Transformation"
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She wanted him to touch her?
She had undeniably given him permission.
He couldn't understand it. This beautiful woman wanted his hands on her. He gave her breasts a tentative squeeze and was surprised at the underlying firmness, he had expected something like a water balloon. He felt her nipple hardening in the cool air, he rubbed it between his fingers and heard a sigh escape her lips.
Emboldened he began to explore her body with his hands. She pressed her back against his chest as his hands wandered across her skin. The little gasps and mewls from her pretty lips told him he was doing something right.
He made his way down her body, caressing every inch of skin and making mental notes of her reactions which were growing in intensity as he reached her abdomen. He slid one hand down between her legs and found a soft wetness.
Jacob let his instincts drive him as he curled his fingers gently into the warm depth. She panted, her head falling back against his shoulder.
In one fluid motion he lifted her and made to toss her on the bed. She squeaked in surprise and clung to him, pulling Jacob down with her. He bit her shoulder and made his way down between her legs to better see what his hands were into.
He recalled a time that Mark had been with his girlfriend Jennifer after a football game and had asked Jake to keep an eye out for them while he showed her a good time. Mark had kissed her between her legs and she had made cute sounds that had gone straight to Jacob's groin at the time.
He wanted Gretschen to make those kinds of noises for him.
He wondered what it would taste like.
Before the thought fully processed he had lifted his wet fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. It was an unusual flavor but not an unpleasant one, musky but not strong. That must be the scent he had taken to be part of her perfume.
Jacob looked up to see blue eyes watching his little experiment, he quirked an eyebrow at her and dipped his head down to collect a sample straight from the source.
He ran his tongue up her slit and flicked her clit with the tip as he passed it, her hips bucked involuntarily.
He dove in with enthusiasm, licking, sucking, nibbling and kissing every inch until she was moaning and swearing softly under her breath.
He probed her soft opening deeply with his tongue and she cried out as she came.
Gretsch gasped for breath as he smiled up at her. He rested his head on her thigh and tenderly petted her twitching muscles.
Jake gently trailed his fingers across her pelvis, enjoying the soft texture of her skin, he felt a flaw in the smooth plane. An old surgical scar perhaps.
She jerked, flinching away from his touch as his finger brushed over the crooked scar just above the center of her pelvic bone.
"I'm sorry!" He yelped, releasing her bodily, not certain what was wrong but knowing he had messed up. "Did I...hurt you?" He asked, repositioning himself to look into her eyes.
The woman looked frightened and dazed. She shook her head but looked unsure as she sat up on the bed.
"Gretsch?"
She heard the worry in his warm voice and a lump formed in her throat.
He cared, that was all she needed to know.
"Before this goes any farther, you need to understand that you must not do certain things. Touching my scar is one of them."
She looked up into his brown eyes, they were the color of rich honey.
She needed him to understand.
"This scar is a part of my past that I do not like to revisit and every time it's touched I feel the knife again and the man that wielded it."
He was in shock, someone had harmed her.
"What did he do to you Gretschen?"
Jacob's voice was low in his chest, it made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
Fear, concern, anger and a fierce possessiveness that he wasn't really entitled to boiled up inside of him.
He wanted to protect her.
"When I was eighteen, I was captured and held against my will by a man, he was much stronger than I was. He tore my clothes away from my body and held a knife to my bare skin. He forced himself inside me with no preparation. I was a virgin, he was large and I was tight...he hurt me, badly. When I screamed he threatened to kill me. I didn't want the filthy seed of such an evil man inside me but he didn't pull out. He came deep inside me. I cried in despair, that excited him more and he continued. I almost managed to get away at one point, that was when he stabbed me. I knew he would kill me, the fear and pain made me compliant. He used me roughly, my blood was the only lubricant he used to take my unprepared ass and he was not gentle and there was a lot of damage. He took me over and over again until something in me snapped. The pain became pleasure and I found sexual release from his abuse. The instant he realized I felt pleasure, he cleaned my blood off of himself and left me bleeding on the floor. The man raped me without mercy and left me for dead. If your father and Daniel hadn't found me when they did, I probably wouldn't be here. He got me pregnant but with all the stress and trauma, I miscarried."
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks but she looked strong and determined. He now understood her intense dislike of pocket knives even though she carried one herself.
Jacob had found a new level of respect for this woman that he revered. He felt a fire blazing in his chest and a desire to kill the man who dared to hurt her in so many ways.
"Who was he? Is he locked up?"
"He's dead." She said simply.
"How did he die?"
"Painfully." She answered cryptically.
He saw that she was becoming very uncomfortable. Jake changed tack.
"You said there were things I shouldn't do, like touch your scar. What else should I know?"
She assessed him. This was a rabbit hole she had only been down once before and it had gotten her married. Where it would lead this time was anyone's guess. She came to a decision.
"Never touch my scar and never touch any other part of me without permission. Never do butt stuff without asking first. Never call me slut, whore, dirty or bitch. Do not hold me down, force me or pull my hair, ever. Ask me where I want you to cum unless I've given you specific directions otherwise. No sharp implements or binding materials near me when I'm naked. Try not to rip pieces of cloth around me and never ever spank me."
A memory surfaced suddenly of Gretschen leaving the garden abruptly when he had ripped an old shirt into strips to tie the tomato vines earlier in the year. He now understood her action and how hard that must have been for her.
"All of these rules have a reason and are in place to prevent me from getting hurt or hurting you."
He wondered what she meant by that. How could she hurt him?
"If you understand these rules and agree to them we may continue."
There were rules about cum and butt stuff, the implications of the need for such rules was staggering, this was more than he could take in. He sat up on the bed next to her.
"Gretschen, I understand your rules and your need for them. I don't understand why you are allowing this."
Her blue eyes threatened to swallow him up.
"You desire me." It was a statement. Not a flinch or a stutter, it was truth and she knew it was solid.
He nodded.
"You do not wish me to leave your father for you and know very well that I won't." Another truth.
"You respect me, you don't want me to be hurt and even if you haven't admitted it to yourself yet, you love me."
He did. His head spun at the way she knew him better than he knew himself.
"I have a favor to ask you Jacob."
"Anything." He breathed.
"I want you to help me to break the rules."
He flinched.
"But you said never..."
"I know. Some of these rules I have tested and some I have not. I do not know what will happen at some of those limits. I may fall to pieces, I may react violently, I may become insatiable, but you are strong enough to handle me. You care. You love me. You want to protect me. I need your help if I'm ever going to be free from him for good. I'm tired of being afraid."
He let it sink in. He saw the hard set of her jaw and the desperation in her eyes.
This was a woman in a cage.
He held the key.
"I will break your rules and I will catch you when you fall."
Gretschen took his hand in hers and held his eyes. She would hold him to his word, it was a promise...a bond...a vow.
She released his hand and stood.
"It is late and this has been a very emotional night. Forgive me, but I think it would do well for us to continue this tomorrow once we've both slept."
Jacob also stood and gathered her robe from the floor and held it open for her.
With attentiveness born of affection and respect, he helped her into the soft robe.
She reached up and kissed his neck just above his collar, he shivered.
"Goodnight Jake." She purred as she swept gracefully from the room.
He laid himself back on his bed and could still feel her warmth.
"Gretsch..."
He murmured softly to himself as he drifted back off to sleep.
Jake awoke to a soft piece of music by Vivaldi drifting into his ears from down the hall. He followed it to Gretschen's room and knocked, no answer.
He pushed the door gently and it swung open without protest. He pursued the sound, it was coming from the bathroom, he knocked gently on this door as well.
"Enter." He did.
The scent of almonds and raw honey was laced through the warm, steamy air. The music swelled to a crescendo and he heard her softly humming along.
Gretschen sat on a bench wrapped in an oversized towel with a second towel on her head. She was painting her toenails a royal blue.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked, never looking up. She remained focused on her task.
"I had a very strange dream that you found out a big secret I was hiding and you told me an even bigger one."
She looked him dead in the eyes.
"That was no dream. Don't you forget it."
Her sober words felt like a punch in the gut. It was real and he had made a real promise.
Break the rules.
He approached her carefully and sat on the opposite end of the bench. She finished the nails on her left foot and fanned them gently to dry them.
He grabbed her ankle and yanked her foot up to his face and blew gently on her toenails, he ignored her small squeak of protest and accompanying blush.
If she wanted to push her limits, he would have to get comfortable with touching her and she would have to get used to this side of his personality.
What little he knew about his own sexuality, from his erotic dreams, was that he was fairly dominant.
When her nails were dry he waited for her to paint her right foot. He repeated his gentle but firm process and dried the second set of nails.
When her toes were all dry he stood and offered her his hand, she took it and stood.
"Come on." He said, leading her into her room.
He directed her to sit on the bed as he opened her closet. He chose a thicker pair of high waisted jeans, a black turtleneck sweater and her leather jacket.
He went to the dresser and found the bra with the most comfortable fabric and good support, she needed to be reasonably comfortable.
He tossed all of these at her.
"Get dressed." He said gathering socks and her heeled motorcycle boots.
"Panties?" She asked.
"No panties. Get dressed."
She scowled but the intrigued glint in her eye told him she was curious about this new game.
He watched her dress herself and sit back down awaiting shoes. He knelt, tugged socks over her feet and put her boots on.
He ran his hands up her leg sensually until the one hand was between her thighs, teasing her through the thick fabric, and the other rested on her hip.
He swatted her hip loudly but playfully with the flat of his hand.
"Lets move."
He pulled the Shadow around the front of the house and she stood up off the steps, helmet propped on her hip.
She was so beautiful.
"I hope you slept well, you're in for a long day."
She swung her leg over the bike, put her helmet on and tightened the strap. They took off down the driveway, headed for the open road.
They rode hard and fast, stopping for nothing until the fuel light came on. They pulled into a service station.
"Go use the restroom." He said as he dismounted and twisted open the gas cap.
As she turned toward the building he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to look him in the eye.
"Do not touch yourself. I know what the vibrations of the bike do to you and I will know if you take care of it yourself."
She tugged her wrist free and stalked inside.
He was getting her worked up and she was reacting the way he had hoped.
Just a little longer.
He slipped his phone out, made a quick call then fueled up the motorcycle.
Jake pulled around to the door to pick up Gretschen as she exited and they were gone again.
The sun was staining the sky gold, red and purple as they pulled into the drive of a little cottage surrounded by trees. The lights were on but there was no indication of life.
Jacob dismounted and walked over to the bird feeder, lifted the lid and removed a key. He unlocked the door and led Gretschen inside.
The smell of red cedar and roasted venison hit him as he stepped inside.
Perfect.
He sat Gretschen down at the table and pulled the table settings off of a shelf and set the table.
He pulled the rolls out of the warming box and the venison and gravy off the wood stove.
Jake plated a generous portion for Gretschen and set it before her along with sassafras tea and a bowl of tomato and cucumber salad.
"Eat." He directed her, so she did.
The food was delicious and she was enjoying it.
Gretschen looked around at the quaint, one room cabin, he had arranged this but for what purpose she didn't yet know. It had something to do with breaking her rules and she was nervous that things would go too far.
She trusted Jacob but she didn't trust herself.
When they had eaten, he put wood on the fire and turned to her with his eyes smouldering.
"You are unfamiliar here but I have taken steps to insure your comfort, you are turned on but not allowed to find pleasure for yourself..."
He took the key and locked the door, which she now realized was double keyed.
"...and you are caged. This is a metaphor that I needed to make tangible for you to see where you stand."
She looked nervous, a little fear creeping in.
He crossed the room and crouched down beside her.
"I hold the key. Gretschen, I think I can do more than make you comfortable, I think I can let you out of the cage. Are you prepared to test yourself?"
He saw resolve and fortitude in her eyes, she was preparing herself.
"Where should we begin?" She asked quietly.
"Disrobe yourself, please." His voice was low and warm.
She took off her jacket and hung it over the chair, followed quickly by her sweater and her bra.
Jacob watched with fascination as she methodically undressed herself.
Finally she stood before him naked, nipples hard and goosebumps all over in spite of the warm room.
She perched herself on the bed expectantly.
"I am going to cover your eyes. If this becomes unbearable, you will let me know."
He wrapped a soft cloth over her eyes and tied it.
"Lay back. I am going to touch you with my hands and nothing else. We will only cross one bridge to begin with."
She nodded and laid down on the bed, it was soft.
She felt him move to the side of the bed and heard soft rustling sounds she couldn't place until she heard his belt buckle hit the floor.
He was also undressing.
She blushed a little remembering the swell pressing against her the night before, he was fairly large.
Her mind came back to the present as she felt his weight on the bed.
He started at her ankles and slid his hands up her legs, there was something so sensual about the firm but gentle caress.
He pulled her knees up and apart, she was exposed to his eyes. She trembled with a mix of fear, lust and exhilaration. He sensed the fear.
"Gretschen, I told you that only my hands will touch you for now. I will not hurt you and I will stop at your word. This short examination is for my benefit and yours, I need to learn your body better before we move on."
She nodded and he continued.
He could see the soft inner lips of her pussy gleaming with moisture cloaked by her outer lips which were a little puffy from the vibrations of the long motorcycle ride.
The little pucker of her asshole clenched a little and relaxed every time he touched her.
She was so nervous.
He could see small white scars extending from the pink pucker.
The man had done horrible damage to her but she seemed to have healed well.
He looked at the scar the knife had left. It was crooked and about two inches wide, pale against her skin.
He placed a hand on either side of it. She shivered.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
She braced herself and nodded.
He rubbed his thumb firmly across the old wound. She cried out and shook but did not tell him to stop.
She slowly calmed.
"Again." She requested.
He was a little surprised but acquiesced, this time pressing firmly on the scar with his finger and holding it there.
She thrashed and jerked but never told him to stop, and finally calmed herself.
A sheen of sweat appeared on her smooth skin.
"Again."
They repeated the process several times, each iteration more intense than the previous.
She was uncomfortable but continued to ask for more, he monitored her carefully for signs that it was becoming too much.
When she started to whimper he removed his hand from her scar and crawled up over her.
Jake stroked her hair and cupped her face gently. Gretschen was so brave and strong.
He caressed her body and teased her nipples with his fingers.
She relaxed and made soft, sexy, little sounds. He felt himself hardening in response but ignored his body.
She needed him in complete control.
Jacob worked his way down her body with his hands as she slowly came unraveled.
By the time he reached her waist she was bucking her hips in response to his touches.
He trailed his fingers from her quivering rosebud across her moistening slit and up to her pelvic bone. She gasped at the unexpected sensation, she wanted more.
He probed and explored with his hands until he found her opening.
He carefully pressed a finger into it, hoping he wouldn't hurt her and not sure how deep it went.
Her head rocked back on the pillow and her back arched slightly, she liked that so he decided a little more wouldn't hurt.
He pulled back and added a second finger before pushing back in.
She was making those sexy mewling sounds again.
Jake grinned to himself and began working his fingers in and out, enjoying the increase in volume and urgency in her voice.
Before long his hand was making little squelching sounds as he hammered his fingers into her wetness, his thumb rubbing on the sensitive little nub at the top of her slit.
Gretschen's legs were shaking and her squeaks and mewls had become moans. His cock throbbed at the sounds and beautiful visual.
He curled his fingers slightly as they were starting to get a little stiff and her back arched off the bed as she ground against his hand, gasping and shaking through a powerful orgasm.
Jacob sat there in shock, he had made her cum again.
She's your stepmom...your sexy, seductive minx of a stepmom.
He removed the cloth from her eyes.
She was still shaking all over, her eyes glazed over with her afterglow. She recovered herself and sat up on the bed.
Gretchen stiffened at the sight of his cock.
He was bigger than she had thought.
Ten inches easily and thick enough to be intimidating.
She shivered.
"May I return the favor, Jacob?" She asked shyly.
He looked at her carefully and determined she was doing this because she wanted to, not because she felt she had to.
He nodded.
She knelt before him as he sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth.
She thrilled at the realization that her fingers didn't reach all the way around.
Gretschen began to stroke in an expert rhythm, she had done this many times and knew how to bring him to a release quickly.
She really wanted to take him into her mouth, slick him up and then ride him until dawn but she kept it to just her hands as he had done.
"Jake..."
Her blue eyes met his brown ones as she felt the pulsing rush under her fingers and she knew he was cumming.
Gretsch let it spray over her ample breasts and was surprised at how much there was.
Pleased with herself and enjoying the way he marveled at her covered in his spunk, she ran a finger across her breast and through one of the pearly pools.
She brought it to her lips and tasted it, he tasted clean and not too strong.
She savored the flavor of him, as well as his wide eyed expression.
Jacob gulped.
"I am tired. Can we sleep?" She asked, still kneeling between his legs looking like a porn star after filming a gang bang scene.
"First you're going to get a bath." He said raising up and actually stepping over her with his long legs.
She took the moment to marvel at his muscular build.
Jacob had gotten taller since he had moved into McKinley Manor. He was six foot three now and nearly 250 pounds of solid, lean muscle.
He was a gentle giant but Gretschen had to admit that she felt a lot safer knowing that he was right down the hall in the case that someone broke in and tried to hurt her again.
Jake pulled the long curtain back that divided the bathroom from the rest of the little cottage.
He ran a steaming bath in the huge wash tub and laid out towels for her to dry with.
When the bath was run and he'd gotten a bar of soap out for her, he turned to see her watching him with an amused but affectionate look in her eye.
He crossed the room to fetch her and lifted her in his arms.
Gently setting her in the water he grabbed the soap and washed her. She felt like a child under his big hands.
He was careful not to touch her scar but slipped a finger in and out of her a few times and stroked across her clit intermittently, causing her to scowl at him with poorly disguised arousal.
Once she was washed and rinsed Jacob offered her a hand to climb out of the tub.
She carefully stood and stepped out of the basin taking the proffered towel.
She dried herself while he turned down the bed, she blushed as she realized she had no night clothes.
Pushing the thought from her mind, she headed for the soft pillow she knew awaited her.
It was still dark when Jake awoke. His dream had been so vivid, he could still feel her pressed to his chest.
He sensed something move and felt around in the dark to find that Gretschen had her back nestled up against him.
His cock throbbed and twitched as he realised they were both naked.
Jacob's brain slowly woke up, he remembered the events that had gotten him here.
He could still feel the sensation of her soft hands stroking him to completion.
His hard dick throbbed again, he was going to have to do something about it.
Jake went to roll away toward his side of the bed as Gretsch repositioned herself causing him to rub his pulsing member against her plump backside.
She froze mid stretch and turned over.
Jacob expected anger but saw nothing but raw, animalistic passion.
She pulled him to her, biting his neck, grinding her wetness against his hip.
Fuck, that's so hot.
He pushed her back onto her back and climbed on top of her, his hard member pressed between their stomachs.
The big man rubbed the length of his cock up and down over her clit in long strokes as if he were inside her.
She gasped her appreciation, writhing on the sheets trying to get more.
He pulled back and teased her opening with the swollen head, then resumed rubbing his length across the sensitive little bud.
She was moaning and squirming. Gretschen wanted to feel him inside her.
He teased her slit with the tip again, savoring the wet heat and she jerked.
Jake misjudged his aim for the forward stroke and the first four inches of his rock hard cock slipped into her warm, wet pussy.
Jacob froze.
"Oh Jake...fuck..." She swore softly.
He felt so good, he stretched her wide but not to the point of pain, just incredible fullness.
"I'm...I'm inside you!" He gasped. "I'm...having sex!"
Gretschen's brain snapped back to reality.
He was a virgin, so pure, she had taken that from him in a moment of passion.
She couldn't give it back but she could make sure he had the best damn first time possible.
"Yes Jacob. Please, let me take over. Allow me to take care of you."
She rolled them over so she was astride him and sunk herself down on his throbbing cock until she felt like her organs would have to be pushed out of the way to make room for his enormous hardness.
Finally, her pelvis came to a rest on his and she sighed.
So big. So deep. So good.
Gretsch had managed to take all of him.
She leaned over his body and kissed her way up his chest as he reached up to cup her tits and play with her nipples.
She started a gentle rhythm and watched him closely.
Whenever he started to show signs of getting close to an orgasm, she would settle back onto him and not move until he relaxed, prolonging his experience and helping him last longer.
When he had finally had all he could stand she tried to still once more but he lifted her up and drove his hardness into her with a ferocity she hadn't expected.
He wrapped his hand into her hair and pulled her head back as he thrust into her.
"Gretschen, I'm going to cum inside you and fill you up. I'm going to paint your pretty little insides white. You are going to be dripping my cum from your tight little hole for a week." He growled in her ear as he felt her tighten up.
"Oh, Jake!"
She jerked and spasmed as a strong orgasm rocked through her.
Her muscles clenched around his erection and he roared out as he came, pulse after pulse until he didn't think it would ever stop.
They were both shaking as he gathered her up and held her against him, his cock still twitching through a series of aftershocks inside her.
"I'm sorry Gretschen, I couldn't stop. You felt so good and I lost control, I meant to be much gentler with you and your boundaries. Please, forgive me." He panted.
She felt his voice rumbling in his chest.
He'd broken some rules and she had enjoyed it.
She had been too in the moment to let the fear take her over.
"There is nothing to forgive. Can you forgive me for taking your first time from you? That should have been special...with someone special."
He chuckled, "You are special, Gretchen. I will never forget it. I would never change it."
His eyes glinted at her in the dark.
"Can I ask you a favor?"
His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb caressed her lips.
"Anything." She said, remembering that the same answer from his lips is what had brought them to this point.
"Can I kiss you? I've never kissed anyone and I would like you to be my first."
Her eyes welled up. She had taken the virginity of this amazing young man who had never even kissed a girl. She wanted to make it up to him and might as well start with what he wanted at the moment.
A kiss.
She wiped her face so he wouldn't know she had been crying and leaned close.
As she did, she felt his softening member slide out of her, it was a delicious feeling.
Her lips met his and she gave him a soft, tender kiss.
She lingered on his lips, sucking his bottom lip between hers gently and darting her tongue out to taste him.
When she pulled back she was a bit breathless.
"Wow, that's nothing like the movies." He mused.
She giggled and snuggled into his side. In just a few minutes they were both sound asleep.
The morning was overcast and cold, they dressed and enjoyed a simple breakfast together.
Jake caught her up and kissed her for the thrill of it at every opportunity as they gathered their things.
She was dreading the long ride home as she was a little sore.
Gretschen wasn't really sure where they were, they had ridden a few hundred miles but the terrain looked familiar to home. They had taken main roads until they stopped for fuel but had been on winding back roads all the way to here. She resigned herself to the ache she would feel and decided to head straight to bed when they got home.
He let them out of the cabin and locked up, tucking the key back into its hiding place and throwing a leg over his bike.
She climbed on gingerly behind him.
He smirked knowing why.
"I'm going to take it easy on you. We'll be home in about half an hour." He said grinning under his helmet.
"What? How?"
"We took the long, roundabout way to get here. We'll have to stop for fuel about five miles from here and then we'll only be about twenty minutes from home."
Before she could respond, he kicked the bike in gear and pulled out of the drive.
They hit the storm front about a mile from McKinley Manor and by the time they got in the house they both felt drowned.
"What a downpour!" Jacob exclaimed as he shook wet hair out of his eyes.
He looked over to see Gretschen wringing, what looked to be a gallon of water, from her braid.
She was shivering.
Jacob pulled her to him, crushing her against his chest. She nestled closer sharing his body heat.
"Let's get you in a warm bath and some dry clothes."
Jake scooped her up and carried her to her room.
He tugged the waterlogged leather from her arms, hung the jacket over a drying rack in the bathroom and started running her a bath.
He returned and peeled her out of the drenched layers of fabric that clung to her skin.
When she was naked he lifted her and slid her gently into the warm water. Her shivers subsided and her lips took on a rosy hue, she smiled softly at his consideration for her.
He headed down stairs to get a fire going.
Flames were crackling merrily in the stove as Jacob headed up the stairs.
He peeled out of his sopping wet clothes and climbed stiffly into the shower.
The hot water warmed him thoroughly and he relaxed as the little rivulets coursed down his body.
He wondered for a moment what his father would say if he had seen the events of last night.
Shame and guilt flooded his mind.
His dad was a good guy.
Jake had learned that his dad had tried to get custody of him several times over the years but never managed to get even visitation because of the distance.
He had never failed to send presents for every holiday and birthday which his mother had always claimed were from her except the bike.
It was expensive enough that she couldn't explain it away in the finances and the title was in Rick's name.
His mother had always claimed they were broke but she refused to work and his dad had been paying thousands of dollars a month in child support, as well as wiring money any time something unexpected had come up.
Jake had done some math and knowing the house and car were paid off, he figured their monthly expenses to be around $1,500.
He found out that she was also getting alimony from Aaron from the year they were married.
He had tracked down an accountant and a lawyer to look into her accounts and spending and found a huge nest egg.
She had been using him as a cash cow for years, squandering every penny of child support money she could stand to so that she wouldn't have to work even after he left home.
All these years she had coached him into a resentment for his father to keep him from reaching out to the only person who actually cared and wasn't manipulating him.
Now Jake had damaged their budding relationship by having an affair with his stepmother.
Why was he so stupid.
"Jake?"
He'd been so deep in thought, he hadn't heard her knock.
"I'm not decent." He snapped.
Gretschen withdrew in shock.
What had changed?
She went to the kitchen to make herself some hot tea.
She settled into the chair by the fire with her mug and mulled over the events since the party.
He had been fine less than an hour ago, maybe he was having second thoughts.
Maybe he had gotten caught up in the thrill or heat of the moment and was coming out of it.
Maybe he didn't really find her attractive but had thought it would be a fun time and was now regretted his choice to sleep with damaged goods.
Gretschen missed Rick, he could always cheer her up.
She called him. The line rang twice and he answered on the third.
" Good evening gorgeous!" His cheerful tone felt like a soothing balm.
"Hey baby, I think I might have messed up."
"You broke Ellie's favorite plate, didn't you?" He chuckled.
"No honey, you remember what you told me about if I got too lonesome when you were gone?"
"I do. I want you to be happy. I'm not as young as I used to be and my needs aren't as strong as yours. If you find someone worthy enough to take a lover, I understand and I approve. I love you and I can't live without you. Just...don't leave me. I need you like a fish needs water. "
"Rick, I have found a man who is worthy of my affection. I would never leave you for him and he does not expect me to. I need you. I love you and I don't want that ruined. You need to know who he is before this goes any farther."
"I don't need to know dear, just be careful. Don't let Jacob get too friendly with him, you don't want him knowing what's going on."
"Rick...Jacob is my lover."
The silence was deafening.
"Rick, I know. This wasn't my intention and I don't want him to get hurt. I just want him to be happy and he makes me happy."
"Gretschen, has he...cum inside you?"
Rick's voice cracked a little.
"Yes." She answered nervously.
"Gretschen, you're not taking birth control, are you?"
"No." She was starting to pick up his thought process.
"Men in my line are very potent. I guess that makes me daddy grandpa."
He sounded more stunned than angry.
"There's no way, not from just once."
"Love, he was conceived because she missed 2 days worth of pills on a trip with her sister."
She was in shock. She did a quick mental calculation, she was at her most fertile yesterday.
Oh boy.
"Gretschen, I love you. If I didn't trust you with every fiber of my being I would be angry right now but I know how lonely you must be without me. I'm truly sorry. I also know that you have a desire to be a mother. If you are pregnant I want you to be glad for it and not be upset that it isn't mine. In fact, I had thought about asking Jake if he would be a donor when you made the decision you were ready. This isn't the method I envisioned but the outcome could have been far less ideal than this." His good cheer was returning.
"Rick, I love you. Will you have a sit down with Jacob and discuss this with him man to man when you get home?"
"If that is how you would like to handle this. I have to run dear, I think Alan is lost again. Be careful with Jake and have fun, I love you both too much to see you hurt."
She snorted at his comment about Alan and kissed him through the phone before the line disconnected.
That really couldn't have gone any better.
Gretschen didn't believe for half a second that she was actually pregnant, her family on both sides had trouble conceiving and she was sure one time wouldn't do it.
She hoped, now that she had filled Rick in, that it wouldn't turn out to be just a one time fling.
She cared for Jacob and she hoped he cared for her.
She headed to the kitchen to rinse her empty mug and fix dinner.
When Jake came down to eat he couldn't look her in the eye.
He was a bad son. He was like his mother.
A cheater, a liar, an adulterer.
He would have to confess to his father when he came home accept whatever punishment came.
Maybe he should pack his clothes just in case he was kicked out on the street.
"I spoke with your father earlier...about us."
Jacob's eyes shot up from his plate to focus on her.
"He told us to be careful and have fun and that he loves us both."
Jake couldn't believe it. He shook his head.
"Just like that? He's not upset that his son is banging his wife?"
She flinched, he was angry.
"Your father and I agreed a long time ago that if I got lonesome with him gone that I would be permitted to take a lover. I would be allowed to keep my lover as long as he was clean, caring, able to satisfy my physical needs and didn't ever ask me to leave your father for him. We even talked at one point about me taking a lover, though I didn't feel the need for one at the time, for the express purpose of having a child but I didn't want to carry a stranger's baby. I love your dad. He is my world and he holds my heart. I love you Jacob, I have since before you lived here, when your dad told me stories about you as a child. I will always love you even if you decide that you do not want to be intimate with me. I have made my choice though. I'm lonely and you are the only lover that is fit for me. If you deny me then I will just have to be lonely but I will understand."
He shook his head. It was a lot to wrap his head around.
This stunningly beautiful, talented, broken woman felt that he was the only worthy candidate for her affections and his father was okay with it?
"Gretschen, why?"
"Why not?" She gave him an impish grin as she rose from the table and made her way up the stairs.
Jake decided he needed to think about this for a while.
A few weeks passed at McKinley Manor and it was Jacob's birthday.
Rick had been in town two days prior and had sat and talked with Jake about Gretschen. They had come to an agreement and though he hadn't been with Gretsch since their first time, he knew he wanted her and he had permission.
He sat before the cheesecake she had made him with twenty candles on top.
Even though it was silly, he wished, as he blew out the candles, that Gretschen would give him a very happy birthday.
They ate cheesecake and as Gretsch cleaned up the table he watched her body move.
She wasn't really different but she looked a little tense, he knew how to fix that.
He stepped into the kitchen and moved up behind her quietly. He reached out and grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her up against him, his cock already waking up.
She squeaked at the sudden motion but relaxed against his chest as his arms wrapped around her.
"I've missed you." He growled in her ear, nipping her neck.
"Tonight, you're mine."
She pulled away and turned to look him in the eye.
"I will be yours tonight and will give myself over to the pleasure you offer, but first, I have a surprise. If you still want me after that, you may have me."
She dried her hands and beckoned him to follow her.
There was a small box on the coffee table in the parlour. She handed it to him with shaking hands.
Jacob opened it and was instantly confused.
Inside was what looked to him like a digital thermometer.
He picked it up. Where the digital display should be there was a slot with some kind of paper or something with two lines on it.
He gave Gretschen a quizzical look and examined it more closely.
There was a diagram on it.
One line negative. Two lines positive.
The light went on.
"Gretschen...you're...pregnant?"
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Rough Riders--
by Jacob Womble
I smiled as I looked into the mirror, brushing my hair back. Neon would be here soon. He always liked my hair long. He said it made me look even more beautiful then I already was. I always blushed when he said that. He certainly is a cute one, my Neon... I sighed happily, looking back into the mirror.
We had been going out for a few months, and I had started to notice the things about him I'd never noticed before. The cute way he blushed when I kissed him, the way his tail would wrap around me when I rubbed his shoulders, the cutest little moan he'd give out when I rubbed his ears, and, of course, the most adorable weakness I've ever seen in a guy. Tickling. Especially his feet. I loved "torturing" him using that weakness. And he always seemed to love repaying me for it. I also noticed his eyes. Those deep brown eyes that always held love and compassion for me. I could loose myself in those eyes...
The doorbell rang. I jumped a little bit, looking back at the clock. Neon wasn't supposed to be there for another fifteen minutes or so. I chuckled slightly, half at my reaction, and half at his arrival tendencies. "He did always like to be early..." I laughed. I straightened my shirt quickly before walking to the door, smiling as I opened the door. "Well, you're here earl-" I stopped, noticing that Neon was not the one I was opening the door for. It wasn't my adorable coyote boy standing there. I looked back into a white t-shirt that hid an overly muscled chest and oversized biceps. I looked up at the tall fox, recognizing his sleazy smile and greasy black hair anywhere. The worst were his eyes... those blue eyes that pierced straight into your soul... "Marco!?" I asked, looking up at the hulking figure in front of me.
"Yeah, baby. I'm back!" he said, his slimy voice sending a chill down my spine.
Marco Marconi. My ex-boyfriend. The man who once said he loved me. And showed that love by beating me, cheating on me, and dropping out of school to run off with some slutty stripper. I hated him.
I didn't always hate him... in fact, I used to love him. We met in junior high... he sat behind me in English. He was cute... kind... sensitive... just like Neon. He used to pass me these cute little notes in class, and then started talking during lunch, and soon afterwards... I fell in love with him. We started going out our eighth grade year, and it was nice. He loved me, and I loved him as well. We were happy. ...Then high school started. He joined the wrestling team, and loved it. I supported him whole-heartedly. Things were fine... until our junior year... but then, Marco started to change. He became angrier, more... paranoid and macho. He wasn't the same boy I used to love. I wanted to break up with him, but whenever I tried... he'd... he'd beat me... I found out that he had been cheating on me... several times. I had to stop it... I walked in on him in the boy's locker room, only a few months before we graduated. I saw him... injecting himself. He had been using steroids. Half the wrestling team did... He dropped out about a week later after he was tossed off the wrestling team. I hadn't seen him since. That was three years ago...
I sneered up at his face. "What are you doing here?" I asked, disgust infecting my voice. He stared down at me.
"What? A guy can't check up on his..." he started, as he tried to run his hand through my hair, "... girl?" I pushed his hand back in disgust. He just smiled evilly down at me, as he forced his way into my apartment. There wasn't anything I could do to stop him. He advanced on me slowly, as I staggered back, leaning against my couch for support. I tried to think of something to say, something to stop him from coming any closer. However, like an idiot, I said the first thing that came to mind.
"I'm with someone else now, Marco. Someone who, I know, loves me for who I am!" As soon as I said that, his expression changed. His eyes narrowed as his sleazy smile turned into an angry frown.
"So... my girl has been sleeping around behind my back, eh?" he said, moving closer to me, rage building behind each step he took. I looked up at him... the gentleness that his face once held now had been replaced by corruption and evil. He raised his hand, preparing to strike me. "You whore!" he said, bringing his hand down.
I braced myself for the pain, and waited. And I waited... and I waited... but the pain never came. Why? Where was the pain I expected? I looked up, seeing Marco's hand being held back by another hand. I looked over to see who had stopped him. I could only stutter slightly, seeing who had saved me... "N-N-Neon!?"
Neon was there, dressed up for our preplanned date. He knew what I liked him to wear... casual, but still nice. A simple white button-up shirt, a nice clean pair of blue jeans... he certainly had his own style. I have to admit... it was cute. His long brown hair fell to an end between his shoulder blades... just how I liked it.
He stared into Marco, those brown eyes of his filled with compassion from behind his glasses.
"Don't you touch her, Marco!" he stated, calmly.
"Neon Light?" Marco asked in disbelief, looking back down at me, then back up to Neon. "You chose this scrawny little shit over me?" He began to chuckle, before growing into a full laugh. It sent chills up my spine. "You really are just a stupid, good-for-nothing who-" he began. But before he could finish, I saw Neon's fist fly, connecting directly with the side of Marco's face. He staggered back a few feet, placing his palm on the side of his face.
"How dare you? How dare you call Kerrin that? And how dare you try and lay a hand on her?" he said, anger inflicting his usually calm voice. It was like nothing I'd ever seen in him before. He knew Marco could just as easily beat him to a pulp, and he still stood up for me. In that moment, I loved him even more.
Marco said nothing. The silence was worse then anything he could have said at that point. It was a silence filled with aggression and anger. He stared into Neon, his blue eyes filled with so much rage, they could pierce through solid steel. He slowly advanced on Neon, pounding his fist with every step. Neon stood, staring straight back at him. Firm... unmoving...
"You want to hit me? Then hit me... I can take a punch... So c'mon... hit me!" he said. "Hit me!" he stated, louder then before. Marco smirked at this bold declaration. He contemplated the offer for a second, and answered Neon with a fist. I looked on in horror as I saw Marco's fist impact his face. His glasses flew off, skittering to a halt somewhere on the floor. He staggered back a few steps. His nose and lip had both already began to bleed. He looked back up at Marco, his eyes squinting as he looked back up, just trying to see his attacker. "There... you've hit me... you must be proud... Now leave!"
Marco smirked back at him. "I've got to hand it to you, shrimpy. You weren't kidding about taking a punch..." he stated. He quickly punched Neon in the stomach. He coughed, breathed slightly to regain his breath, pain obvious behind every breath. "Heh, fine... I'll leave... but I'll be back..." he said. He turned, spitting on the floor, before walking out the door. I looked over to Neon. He was coughing, a small amount of blood trailing out of his mouth. I reached out to help him up, but he stood before I could make it.
"Neon... c'mon... we don't have to go ou-" I started to say. He shook his head lightly.
"No, Kerrin... let's not let this ruin our night..." he said, smiling back at me. A shiner started to form around his eye, and his nose and lip were still bleeding. I sighed. He was either too stubborn, or too loving to admit defeat. Either way, I'd never win... he was intent on taking me out that night. I smiled weakly back to him.
"Ok... but at least let's clean you up first..." I said, grabbing a wet washcloth from the kitchen. I dabbed his nose, wiping the blood up. I moved to the open cut on his lip. He didn't even flinch when I touched it. He really wasn't kidding about taking a punch. I tossed the bloodstained rag into the sink, and picked up his glasses, cleaning them lightly on my shirt, before placing them back over his eyes. I kissed him lovingly. "Neon... this is twice you've saved me... thank you..." I said, burying my head into his chest. He held me, stroking my back gently.
"It's what any good boyfriend would do, Ker... you're welcome..." he whispered into my ear. I looked up into his eyes, tears forming in my eyes. I ran my hand through his hair, still staring into those beautiful brown eyes.
"Oh, Neon... what did I ever do to deserve someone like you?" I found myself saying. He kissed me lightly.
"I don't know... but whatever it was, I'm just as grateful..." he said, smiling warmly down at me. We stood there for a few minutes, his arms wrapped around me lovingly. He kissed me again, taking my hand. "C'mon. Let's get something to eat..." he said, smiling warmly down at me. I nodded in agreement as we walked out.
We were about to go down the stairs, when we heard a voice yell from down the hall.
"Sleep with my girl, will you!?" the voice said, growing nearer with every second. We turned around, to see Marco, charging down the hall at us. Neon shoved me out of the way just as Marco came up, tackling him. They both fell down the stairs... hard. I looked down in horror at the two crumpled heaps that were once Marco and Neon at the bottom of the stairs. "NEON!" I screamed, hoping that he'd awaken, and move... he didn't... I ran down the stairs, pulling him out from underneath Marco, who had been knocked out as well. I... I can't remember much after that...
It was much later... hours later... I was in the waiting room of the local emergency room, pacing nervously in the same spot that I'd been in all night, tears falling down my cheeks. I stopped for a second, only to look up at the clock. My gaze returned back down to the floor, resuming my pacing regiment. The doctor walked in, looking at a chart. "Kerrin Shorefellow?" he asked, "Came in with a Neon Light?"
"That's me, doctor!" is said, rushing over to him, almost frantic. "Is Neon okay? Please tell me he's okay. Please..." I pleaded to the doctor, tears flowing even faster down my face. He sighed, looking back at me
"He's alive, yes..." he said. I gave out a large sigh sob of relief, wrapping my arms around the doctor. "Thank you... oh God, thank you..." I cried into his shoulder. He pulled me back slightly.
"Miss... he's very badly injured... his legs are broken, along with several ribs. He also has a very mild concussion..." he said solemnly, "He'll have to go through a few months of physical therapy..." I nodded, tears still falling slightly.
"What about... Marco?" I asked, wanting to know what that bastard had suffered. He shook his head.
"He... he died, miss..." the doctor said, looking down at the floor.
"Of what?" I asked, slightly in shock.
"Cardiac arrest. He had a reaction to the medication. We did a drug screen. Steroids. He's been using for years, it would appear..." he said. I nodded, tears falling slightly from my eyes. Marco... he wasn't a good man, but he still didn't deserve to die like that... I shook the thought out of my head, returning to my Neon...
"... Doctor... could... could I see Neon... please?" He nodded, as he led the way back to his room. He was lying there, in the bed, and EKG machine beeping with his pulse. He was sleeping, looking just as peaceful and adorable as ever. I nodded to the doctor as he left... I pulled a chair up next to him, and sat, watching his chest raise and fall with every breath he took. I felt tears fall down my cheeks. If he hadn't have been there... and if he hadn't have pushed me out of the way... He risked his life to save me...
I cried, burying my face into the sheets on the bed. I felt so bad... like I had caused all of this. I tried to lift my head, but couldn't. I couldn't stand the site of seeing my Neon in such a state. The tears flowed out of me like a river. I felt horrible. This was all my fault... I did this to him. He had nearly died because of me. All I could do was repeat the same phrase over and over... "Neon... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I..." I began, but something stopped me. I felt something... warm and comforting rest on my head. A hand! I felt the hand rub my fur from the back of my head to my ears... comfortingly... soothingly. I looked up, and there he was, awake. He frowned at me, his brown eyes glistening with tears from behind his glasses.
"Ker... don't cry... please... don't cry..." he said, his voice weak from pain.
I couldn't understand it. He still loved me... and didn't want me to worry about him... I cried again, tears of joy streaming down my face. I climbed into the bed, lying down next to him. I kissed him, wrapping my arms gently around his bruised and broken body.
"Neon... I'm sorry... I... I love you..." I said. He kissed my forehead, and rubbed my back gently.
" I know Ker... I love you too..." he said... It was the same thing I had told him that first night with him... He held me closely, my head burying into his chest. He loved me enough to risk his life for me... I loved him so much... He smiled, again kissing my forehead, as I slowly fell asleep in his arms...
Author's Note:
Most people who know me well know that I'm not a very serious person. In fact, this is one of the few dramatic series that I write. However, what I write about is true to how I feel. I may be single, but I would do anything to protect someone I love, and even most people I don't. True love is something that I believe is something worth risking everything for. Don't pass it up.
Jake
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*Just a sweet little love story. What can I say? I'm a romantic.
I need to thank my team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. SBrooks103x also gives me a pre-post read. My editors are Girlinthemoon, Norafares, Hal, Pixel the Cat and GeorgeAnderson. I love you all. I hope you enjoy, Randi*
I got off work at midnight. I was working 3:30 to midnight at a factory that makes electric motors for everything from fans to huge industrial applications. I had to get up for an eight o'clock class at the university the next morning. I was a second semester junior, majoring in mechanical engineering and this was a tough math class. I was hungry and I stopped at an all-night diner for a bite to eat. There were about five customers in there and I sat in my usual booth until Florence came by to take my order. I got breakfast just like I always do; three eggs, sausage patties, hash browns and biscuits and gravy. She brought me my glass of milk and stopped to talk a minute.
"Eric, would you mind if I asked you for a favor?" she asked.
"Well, as long as it doesn't require me standing up, I'll do anything," I told her. "Is this a tonight favor or a some other time favor, Flo? You're my mom's best friend and if I want to stay friendly with her, I better help you out."
"It's a tonight favor," she said. "It isn't for me, Eric. See that girl over there?"
I looked and there was this tiny little slip of a girl sitting in a booth looking out the window. She had this mane of dark blond hair swirling around her until I could hardly see her face, but she looked young.
"What about her?" I asked.
"She's been here for two hours and Tony's complaining about her. He's going to kick her out. She's only ordered coffee, and I don't know what's wrong with her. She's been crying from time to time, and I think she's in trouble. I don't think she has any money and I was hoping you'd buy her something to eat. That way Tony can't kick her out. I'd do it, but Tony's watching me and he'd see me put the money in the till."
"Your boss is an asshole," I told her. "Take her what I'm having. No, don't do that, she might not like it. Get her a couple of cheeseburgers, some fries and a coke. Everybody likes those."
"Thanks, Eric," she said. "Can I tell her you bought it for her?"
"Don't do that, Flo. Just tell her it's on the house."
She went away and I heard her yell in the order. By the time my breakfast was ready, the girl's order was ready, too, and Flo dropped it off at her table on her way to mine. The girl said something to her I couldn't hear, and then Flo brought me my food. I saw the girl looking after her and she took a look at me, too. I got the impression of huge brown eyes and freckles before she looked at her food and started eating.
Flo gave me a wink and went back behind the counter. I put salt and pepper on my food and began to eat. I was concentrating on eating when a shadow fell across the table. I looked up and that girl was sliding into the booth across from me. She had her plate and her coke and God she was gorgeous. She was obviously very young and her eyes were all red from crying. She looked at me and I just stared back. Those eyes were big enough to drown in. She had a little button nose and full puffy lips that were made for kissing. She was thin, but she had something going on under that t-shirt that made it hard to look at her face. Her boobs probably weren't that big, but on that tiny frame they looked huge.
"Thanks," she said.
I wanted to hear her talk more. Her little voice was husky and low, sounding like wine, smoke and old jazz.
"Thanks for what?" I asked.
"Thanks for buying me some food," she said. "I was starving. I didn't have the money to buy food and I think the owner was just about to throw me out."
"It wasn't me," I told her.
"Bullshit," she said. "The waitress told me. I'm grateful; I'm not busting your chops."
"Flo has a big mouth," I said. "You're welcome though."
"She didn't really tell me, but I got you. So, the next question is why? Why did you buy me food?"
"You looked hungry and I had the money," I told her.
"Do you want something from me?" she asked.
"Yes, I want you to eat it," I told her.
"See that fat trucker over there," she said. "I was working up my nerve to ask him to help me. I'm glad I don't have to do that."
"What did you need help with?" I asked.
"Well, it's 27 degrees out there, I'm broke and I think I'll freeze to death tonight unless someone helps me," she said.
"Jesus Christ! How did you get in this fix?" I asked.
"I lived about five miles from here," she explained. "This afternoon, I came home from school and told my Dad I'm pregnant. He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me to the front door and threw me out on the lawn. He told me I'm a slut and to never show my face again."
"Can't you go to your boyfriend's house?" I asked.
"I don't have one," she said. "I told him at school today and he dumped me."
"You had a bad day, kid. I'm very sorry. Are you really pregnant?"
"Yes, I made a bad mistake. I'm not a slut, Mr... Mr... "
"I'm sorry, I'm Eric Brand," I held out my hand.
"I'm Penelope Ring," she shook my hand. "Do you live around here, Mr. Brand?"
"About ten miles away. I work down at Brisco," I told her. "I go to school at the University."
"Well, you seem like a nice guy who won't hurt me. I'll make you the same offer I was going to have to make that truck driver. If you'll give me a place to stay, just for tonight, I'll be very nice to you." I saw a tear squeeze out and run down her cheek.
"I thought you said you weren't... never mind, Miss Ring. Let me think about it."
I saw her stiffen up as I was about to remind her she wasn't a slut, and I was glad I shut that remark down. More tears rolled down those little brown cheeks and she was breaking my heart.
"Okay, here's the deal," I told her. "You finish that food, I'll get the check and you can come home with me. You're going to be nice to me, but not like that. I don't ever want to hear that again. You're not a slut. That's what you told me, and I'm holding you to it. I'll put you up and you can get a good night's sleep. I have an eight o'clock class in the morning that I can't miss. I'll skip the rest of the day and we'll talk and decide what to do. Is that okay?"
She nodded and finished her second cheeseburger and the fries. We got her a coke to go and she went out with her little hand in my big one. When we got to the car, she squeaked a little.
"Is this your car?"
"Yes, do you like it?" I asked.
"I love it," she breathed. "What is it?"
"It's a Charger Hellcat," I told her.
"It looks fast. This is going to be fun," she said.
I opened her door and put her in. She buckled up and I went around and got in. When we got to the entrance ramp to the freeway, I opened it up, and we were doing 85 when we merged. The 700 horsepower from that supercharged hemi had her pinned to her seat and she was wide-eyed and laughing. She was giddy with excitement, and she looked like a vision, giggling and clutching the armrest.
"Yeet! she said. "That was like being shot out of a cannon! Do you mind if I play the stereo?"
"My phone is down there somewhere." I fished around in her floorboard and she stiffened up when my arm rubbed against her thigh. I took it away and she relaxed.
"Penelope, you're safe with me," I told her. "I won't hurt you or molest you. You're going to find out you can trust me."
She looked up at me with those big brown eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm very grateful."
"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I'm seventeen," she said. "Does it matter?"
"No, but I don't have sex with underage girls," I told her. "You're safe. Just relax."
"Okay." She reached down and found my phone. She plugged in the aux cord and dialed up a song by Big Data called "Dangerous". The heavy bass beat throbbed and she laid her head back against the leather and closed her eyes. When I pulled into the garage, she opened her eyes.
"We're home," I said.
We got out and I showed her around. My house is one of those log types and the inside looks the same. There's one bedroom downstairs and three upstairs. One is in a big loft area and I gave her that one. It opens out over the living room and there's a bathroom next door. I located her a toothbrush and showed her where soap and towels were.
"I'm sorry, Penelope, but I'm out on my feet," I told her. "If you're hungry or thirsty, there's stuff in the kitchen and you can have anything you want. I'm sleeping right under you and if you need anything, just knock."
She came over, threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. Her head came up under my chin and she stood on tiptoes to kiss my cheek.
"Thank you, Eric," she said. "I promise I'll find some way to make this up to you."
I patted her and went downstairs. I took a shower and crawled in bed. I heard her come downstairs and the refrigerator door open as I drifted off. When I woke up, there was a delicious smell in the house. She was cooking breakfast, and she fed me bacon and eggs. We talked for a few minutes over coffee and I had to go.
"Eric, do you have anything that I might be able to wear?" she asked. "I only have the clothes I had on last night. They're dirty and I don't want to put them back on."
I showed her the washer and dryer and told her to go through my closets. I was going to have to come up with something different, though. She was just too little to wear much of my stuff.
I aced my test that morning and took the rest of the day off. I called in to work and told them I had some personal stuff to take care of. I had 12 days coming, and they didn't give me any grief. When I got home she had found a pair of shorts with a drawstring and a university sweatshirt. It swallowed her up but she looked as cute as a button in it. She said she was pregnant, but it didn't show. It must have been very early. She made us roast beef sandwiches and we ate chips and drank apple juice. I lit the fireplace and we talked.
She was one of four children, the oldest, and she had two little brothers and a sister who was the baby. Her mom had passed away two years earlier from breast cancer, and her dad drank. They were strict Catholics, and the whole pregnant before she was married thing was a huge no-no. That also precluded an abortion, and she was determined to have the baby.
"I did something wrong. It was a huge mistake," she said. "I'm not going to make another by killing a baby."
I figured that was her choice to make so I didn't offer any comment.
"What about your baby's dad?" I asked her. "Are you sure there's nothing there?"
"Yes, he's a tool," she said. "I knew it when I went out with him. There was just something about him that I couldn't say no to. I wanted to, but he kept pressing me until I just let him do it." She was crying now and I pulled her over against me and hugged her.
She sobbed for a minute and I got her some tissues. "It was really bad and painful," she sniffed. "He was just the most popular guy in my class and all the girls were so jealous. I knew he slept with a bunch of the other girls in our class, but I just fooled myself into believing that it would be different with me. I'm so stupid and now I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm in big trouble, Eric. I would have had to fuck some greasy guy last night to keep from freezing if you hadn't come along. I'm just that desperate. What do you think I should do?"
"Well, I don't know enough about it to tell you," I said. "I know some things we should do. I think I should go and talk to your dad, for one thing. He might be regretting what he did. I think we should take you to a doctor and make sure you and the baby are following some kind of plan so you'll both be healthy. I think you should be going to school. There's only a month left and it would be a shame to quit in your junior year when you're almost through. You'll have the baby this summer and go back and finish after it's born."
"How will I do that?" she asked. "I think I need to get a job. I have three dollars in my pocket. My baby is going to need things. Where will I live? Oh, my God, I don't know what I'm going to do!" She began to sob again and I just couldn't stand it. This gorgeous little waif was heartbreaking. Right then, my life changed and it was never the same. I was going to take care of her. There was no way she deserved any of this. Being young and stupid shouldn't have consequences like this.
"Penn, do you think you might like to stay here with me?" I asked her. "If we can't talk some sense into your father, would you stay here?"
She looked up at me, her eyes full of tears. "Why would you do that?" she asked.
"Call it an investment," I said. "I think you're going to be someone special, Penn. I'm willing to take that chance. I'd like for you to meet my mom. She's pretty special, too. She raised me by herself. My dad cheated on her several times and finally an irate husband beat him to death in a sleazy motel room when I was four. She taught me that if you have a chance to help someone, you should. You'll never regret being kind to people. That's what she taught me and I try to live that way. You need help and I have the ability to help you. I'll do it if you'll let me."
She laid her head against my chest and closed her eyes for a minute. I saw her lips moving and she seemed to be praying. When she was done, she looked up at me. "I've never met anyone like you," she said. "I can't believe I got so lucky. I think someone was watching over me. I promise you'll never regret helping me, Eric. I'm going to be so grateful that you won't ever have a minute when you're sorry you helped me. I think I should forget about school, though. I need a job."
"No, that's one of the conditions of me helping you," I told her. "You're going to go to school and you're going to do well. I'll get you a job after school until your due date is close. I'm kind of a big deal where I work. I'll get you a job there. It will be decent money and I'll get you on the insurance so you won't have to worry about that. My company has big plans for me after I graduate and they'll bend over backward to keep me. They pay me great so that I'll work for them when I graduate. I'm going to go over and talk to your dad. Will you go and stay in the car?"
She was as nervous as hell about it, but when we pulled up where she had lived, I just patted her and told her to stay put. I went up and pushed the bell, but nothing happened. Evidently, it was broken. I beat on the sagging screen door and after a few minutes, a large hairy man answered it.
"Mr. Ring?" I asked.
"Who wants to know?" he growled.
"Sir, my name is Eric Brand," I told him. "Do you know what the temperature was last night?"
"It was cold."
"Do you know that your daughter could have frozen to death?" I asked. "I think if I talked to the police, they might be a little upset with what you did. I think they might even arrest you for child endangerment."
"That whore is no child of mine," he blustered. "She'll be plenty warm rotting in hell with her whore friends!"
"No, she's going to be just fine," I told him. "You're a real ass though. I made a mistake coming here. She's better off getting away from you. I just feel sorry for your other kids. Any time you want to get rid of them, have them call their sister. The way your breath smells, maybe you already have cirrhosis. You should have your liver checked."
I turned and walked down the sidewalk toward the car. The bastard actually made a big mistake then. He came out on the porch, grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. "You did make a mistake coming here," he snarled. "Did you bring the whore with you? Maybe she'd like to watch me beat your ass."
I buried my fist in his big soft gut up to the wrist. All that foul breath exploded out in a rush. I eased him down to his knees and he doubled over and puked. I patted his shoulder. "You should be more polite," I told him. "You're setting a bad example. Some kid might hear you. Now you clean up that mess and think about your sins; if I hear that you've been talking nasty around the other kids like that, I'll come back. I won't be so gentle next time."
I left him there and we drove away. Penelope was looking at me with something like worship in her eyes.
"I can't believe you did that," she said. "He's twice your size. I've always been scared to death of him."
"Well, he should watch his language," I told her. "Not everyone is afraid of him. I suppose he can terrorize 100 pound girls, but grown men don't like to be talked to like that."
I drove along for twenty minutes and we didn't say anything. She got my phone and played Thin Lizzy. It was "Black Rose". It was my favorite song by them.
"Do you know Thin Lizzie?" I asked her.
"No, but I liked the name," she said. "I really like this song, too. Where are we going, Eric?"
"We're going to the mall," I told her. "You need clothes and stuff."
"We could just go to the thrift store," she said. "That's where Dad always takes us."
"I don't mind the thrift store," I told her. "The problem is that you need everything, and we won't find a tenth of the stuff you need there. I'm pretty dubious about buying underwear there, anyway."
She laughed. "I've never bought underwear there. I get that at Walmart."
"That's okay, too, but I don't want to shop all day. We can get everything at the Mall."
To my dismay, we spent all day shopping, anyway. All that stuff packed the trunk pretty good and we had to get stuff at Walmart as well. I never realized that girls used so much different stuff than men. She seemed to think my toiletries were defective. I just used a bar of soap or shower gel for everything, but she needed stuff like cream rinse, moisturizer, body spray and all kinds of combs and brushes. I dreaded getting my credit card bill. I blew off school the next day and we went to the doctor. Patricia was a friend of Mom's, and she agreed to see Penelope over her lunch hour so she could get in. She thought she was as healthy as a horse and the baby was coming along nicely. She gave us a list of things that Penelope should do and eat and got her some prescriptions for prenatal vitamins and things. We got her set up with appointments and I took her to see Mom.
I could tell that she was as nervous as hell. Her legs were bouncing and she squirmed like a worm on a sidewalk all the way over there. When we pulled up in Mom's driveway, she froze. She grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.
"I can't," she started to cry. "She'll probably think I'm a slut and she'll hate me. Please don't make me go in, Eric."
"Nonsense," I told her. "She'll love you the minute she sets eyes on you. She's really sweet and kind, Penn. I love her with all my heart. You don't have to go in, but I just want you to give her a chance. Will you try?"
She wiped her eyes and nodded. I went around, opened her door and she got out. I thought she was going to squeeze my hand off when I rang the bell. Mom answered the door and Penelope hid behind me. Mom is a tall, willowy redhead. She'd put on a little weight over the last twenty years but she was still one of the world's ten most beautiful women. She had a heart to match, and she threw herself on me and kissed me.
She looked over my shoulder at Penelope and she could tell right away the kid was scared to death. She pushed me out of the way, took Penn's hand away from me and hugged her like they were best friends.
"Penelope, this is my mom," I told her. "Her name is Mary and she's my best friend. Mom, this is Penn. I told you how we met. Please be kind to her, okay?"
"Of course, Eric; it would be awful to do anything else. Come in here, honey. I made a pie today, and I'll feed you. Pregnant girls are well known for liking ice cream. I'll heat up the pie and we'll have ice cream on it. If you want pickles, I have some of those, too."
Penn laughed. "Thanks, Mrs. Brand. I'm not craving pickles, though. The pie and ice cream sound good. What kind of pie is it?"
"Apple," Mom told her. "I love a good apple pie. It's Eric's favorite."
We sat and ate pie and got acquainted. Penn warmed up to Mom right away and Mom was warm to everyone. "You know what would be good?" Penn said. "A hunk of cheddar cheese."
Mom laughed. "I love that, too, Penn." She got a block out of the refrigerator and broke it into three pieces. We nibbled on it and talked. Mom was a little uneasy with Penn staying with me. She asked her if she wouldn't rather stay with her. I felt Penn immediately tense up and squeeze up against me. Mom saw what was happening and she came around and hugged her.
"I wouldn't dream of taking him away from you, if that's what you need," she kissed her. "I'm sorry, honey; I just thought you might be more comfortable here. I know I'd love the company."
"Thanks, Mrs. Brand, but I want to stay with Eric," she said.
"Please don't call me that," Mom told her. "My name is Mary. Mrs. Brand sounds so old."
I think they fell in love with one another that night. We stayed for an hour and a half and I took Penn home. I went to work, and when I got home she was asleep, curled up like a kitten on the sofa in front of the fireplace. I woke her up and she told me she wanted to go back to school the next day. She didn't want to go to bed before I got home. I scolded her a little.
"I don't get much sleep these days and I don't need as much as some people," I told her. "You're pregnant, Penn, and you need to rest. Don't you stay up like this."
I was wasting my breath. She was always asleep when I got home, but she never went to bed until I got there. Sometimes she'd be lying there with a book open on her stomach and papers scattered all around, but she refused to go to bed until I got home. I had a Dodge truck with the hemi in it, and she drove it to school when the weather was bad. It was four-wheel drive and I felt like she was safer in it. When the weather was good, she drove the Hellcat and I drove the truck. I got her a little job working from three to five for my boss in his office. He loved her right away, and she seemed to be a good worker. We got her on our health plan and she didn't have to worry about that any more. By the time school was out, she was growing a little tummy. I don't think she gained more than ten pounds the whole time she was pregnant. She ate like a horse and I think her hair grew a foot. It was below her butt and it looked amazing. She brought her report card home the last day of school and it was great. She had all A's except for one. She had a C in Anatomy and Physiology and she apologized to me.
"I promise I'll work harder next year," she said. "I hate those kinds of classes where you just have to memorize all that stuff. I can do better and I will."
"Hey, you can't be good at everything," I told her. "You don't have to apologize to me, Penn. If you're disappointed in yourself or happy with yourself, that's all that matters. I know it's been a tough year."
We spent every available minute together. As her tummy started to grow, she made me rub it with lotion so she wouldn't get stretch marks. I rubbed her feet and ankles, too. They were swelling a little and she loved me rubbing them. Her boobs were growing, too. They became even more noticeable, and that was saying a lot.
She was four weeks away from her due date when she waddled into the garage. We had been taking classes on birth and parenting and we sort of knew what to expect. We kept bags packed and she was carrying them. She kicked my foot that was sticking out from under the truck where I was changing the oil. I rolled out and saw her face.
"My water just broke, Eric," she said calmly. "I think I need to go to the hospital."
We were there in ten minutes and in another ten, she was in a birthing room. She was starting to feel it pretty hard and I asked about drugs. The nurse was one of those militant "natural childbirth" types and she looked at me sternly.
"The anesthesiologist might not get here in time," she said. "Women have been doing this without drugs for thousands of years.
"Well, you go and look for him," I told her. "Nobody gets an award for enduring the most pain, and a lot of those women died. Doctors didn't wash their hands, either, for thousands of years. If he isn't here in five minutes, I'm going to find him and squeeze his nuts to see if he likes pain."
She huffed off, and Penn and the other nurse died laughing. She didn't laugh for long. She started having contractions and I thought she was going to break my hand. The anesthesiologist made it in four minutes and he gave her an epidural. The pain went away and we enjoyed the birth of the most beautiful baby girl I'd ever seen. They let me cut her cord.
"What's her name?" the Obstetrician asked.
"Abigale Erica," Penn told him.
They filled out the birth certificate and gave it to me. I looked at it; more than a little confused. "You need to sign it," the nurse told me. "You're her father."
I looked at Penn. She nodded. "Please," she mouthed to me.
I noticed that the name was Abigale Erica Brand. I got a big lump in my throat. I felt like I was going to choke. Tears were filling my eyes and I could hardly see. I took the pen and signed my name and Penn held out her hand. I gave her the certificate and she signed it, too. The doctor signed and that was it. Abby was my daughter. The nurse held her out to me and I could see her bright blue eyes looking up at me. I took her in my arms and one little hand grabbed my finger and held on. I knew it was just a reflex, but that one motion stole my heart and I never got it back.
They let us go home two days later, and Abby gurgled in her little car seat in the back. Penn sat in the back with her and I drove carefully home. Our lives were chaos for the first month. I was out of school for the summer and it was a good thing. We made one of the bedrooms upstairs into a nursery and I moved up into the other one so Abby was between Penn and me. We took turns getting up with her. Penn breastfed her for a while until school started again. Mom came over and took care of her when we were at school and you have never seen a more devoted grandmother. She wouldn't hear of putting her in day care, and she loved taking care of her. When Penn and I got home from school, Mom went home and we spent the rest of the evening spoiling her rotten until I had to go to work. I'm surprised she ever learned to walk, the way we carried her around. We both had homework to do and it was grueling trying to fit everything into twenty-four hours. It was a good thing I didn't need a lot of sleep. Penn did, but still, she never went to bed until I got home. I'd been promoted three times, and I was now working in the engineering department. It was even more demanding than production had been, and I was feeling pretty stressed.
Penn was doing okay, and she had started talking to her siblings on the phone. She saw them at school and they told her that their father was drunk all the time. By the time we both graduated, Abby was walking and starting to talk a little. I was sitting on the sofa one day trying to study while holding her and keeping her entertained. Penn was doing homework, too, and all of a sudden Abby pulled her pacifier out of her mouth. She looked up at me and said, "Da-da." I didn't quite catch it and I just kissed her absently. She said it again; "Da-da."
I looked over at Penn and she was crying. "Did you hear that?" she asked.
"I think so," I told her. "I think she just called me 'Da-da' to get my attention. It's her first word, Penn!"
I squeezed that perfect little angel up against me and she cooed. "Da-da."
Penn came over and put her arms around us. Abby looked at her. "Ma," she said.
We laughed and cried until it upset Abby and we had to calm her down again. She picked up words after that the way a vacuum cleaner picks up dust bunnies. By the time Penn's nineteenth birthday came around, she knew "Gra," too, and she could name a lot of objects around the house and in her books.
I took Penn out for her birthday and Mom kept Abby. I took her to her favorite restaurant. It was a local place and they had really good food. We got a booth and Penn made me sit with her. She held my hand until I could hardly eat. She was sitting very close and I could feel how warm she was against me. She just kept staring at me and I started getting a little uncomfortable.
"Is something wrong, Penn?" I finally asked her.
"No, everything's so right," she said. "I can't begin to tell you how right everything is. Eric, did you know that we've been together almost two years?"
"No, I didn't know that. It seems like twenty years to me," I told her.
"You big lunk," she punched me.
"I'm serious, Penn. It's hard for me to remember when we weren't together. So much has happened it makes the rest of my life seem like a few minutes."
"That's so sweet," she said. "Are you sorry, Eric?"
"Sorry about what? Sorry that the most gorgeous girl in the world lives with me? Sorry that the sweetest person I know waits up for me on the sofa every night? Sorry that I have a little girl who calls me Dad? Am I insane?"
"Well, you don't have a girlfriend. You haven't been on a date since we've been together. Are you lonely?"
"I don't have time for that," I told her. "I don't have time to date, either, and I'm not interested in it, anyway. I thought I was on a date now."
"You mean, with me?" she asked.
"Do you see anyone else here?"
"Eric, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen," I told her.
"Why haven't you made love to me then?" she asked.
I nearly choked on my water. I sputtered around while she laughed at me. "Jesus Christ, Penn. What kind of a question is that? I didn't know you would be interested... I was afraid... you were so young and I promised..." I stammered like an idiot.
"I've been trying to seduce you for a year," she told me. "I rub my tits on you; I kiss you all the time. I run around the house in next to nothing and my pussy is wet every time you touch me. I rub myself off every night thinking about you. I'm beginning to think you're gay."
She rubbed one of those hard little boobs against my arm and it looked like her nipple was about to shred her shirt. My cock was as hard as iron and I felt her hand slide up my leg onto my crotch.
"Ooh, I guess you're not gay," she said.
"No, I'm not, and stop that," I held her hand. "Someone is going to see us. What are you doing, Penn? Are you trying to drive me crazy? I noticed all that stuff. I just thought you were comfortable with me. I've spent a long time trying to show you that you could trust me. I wasn't going to screw that up by perving on you."
"I'm trying to tell you I love you, Eric. I've loved you since the day you took me to see Dad. I'm in love with you. I want to be your girl. If you don't love me, I'm going to move in with Mary. It's going to be too hard for me to be around you any more. I've been dying inside, trying to get you to notice me. I can't stand it anymore. I need to know if there's a chance for me. I'll always let you have our daughter whenever you want her, but if you don't love me, I need to move on and so do you."
Her eyes were starting to well up with tears. I took her cheeks between my hands and looked in her eyes. I kissed her, and it went on for a long time. Someone cleared their throat, and when I looked up, our waiter was standing there.
"I love her," I told him. "She loves me, too."
He got a big smile on his face. "Did you just find out?" he asked.
"Yes, I knew she really liked me. I was afraid I was in the friend zone."
He went away and came back with two pieces of cake. "Congratulations," he said. "The cake is on me. I thought you two were married when you came in here."
He left the check and went away. I looked back at Penn and she was glowing. She took my arm and rested her head on my shoulder.
"I'm so happy, Eric," she said. "I may burst!"
On the way home, she took off her seat belt and crawled across me. She leaned her back against the door and sat on my lap with her arms around my neck. "Don't have a wreck," she said.
"I may," I told her. "I'm having a hard time concentrating with a little gypsy on my lap."
She didn't get off when we got home, and I carried her inside. Mom's face lit up like a light bulb when she saw us.
"He loves me," Penn told her.
"I knew it," Mom said. "See, he just needed a little push."
"You two planned this!" I exclaimed. "My own mother is scheming around."
Mom snorted. "Well, someone had to take some initiative around here. You two were just going to dance around the rest of my life. I want more grandkids before I'm eighty!"
"We'll get started right away," Penn giggled. "Is Abby asleep?"
"Yep, and I'm gone." She got her purse and left.
"So, what do we do now?" I asked Penn.
"You take me to bed," she said.
I carried her to the stairs and set her down. She wiggled her butt all the way up the stairs in front of me and it was a sight to wake the dead. Her perfect little ass jiggled under her jeans and I had to give it a squeeze. She gave a soft little squeal and ran the rest of the way up. We melted together and I couldn't get enough of those luscious little lips. We fell on the bed and she climbed on top of me. She unbuttoned my shirt and spread it out before kissing all over my chest and belly. I started undoing her shirt and she sat up and let me. It fell away and she undid her bra. Those breasts sprang out. They were everything I had imagined. They weren't really that big, but she was very small and they sat so high and proud that they looked big. I had seen glimpses when she was nursing Abby, but this was Penelope in all her glory. She had a lot of glory, too. I pushed the shirt and her bra off and she lay on top of me. Her nipples were sweet and brown, and they were poking holes in my chest. They were hard enough to shatter, and she scraped them across mine.
My hands slid up and down that beautiful back and she felt like silk under my fingers. I slid my hands down and felt the explosion of her hips and waist. Her hips weren't wide but her waist was tiny and there was a dramatic curve there. I felt her unbutton her jeans and I slid my hands inside and up over that fantastic ass. She was getting impatient and she wiggled around until she kicked them off. Her panties went, too, and I rolled on top of her. I shucked out of my pants and boxers and looked at her. I froze. She looked so good it hurt. She just had a few little blonde curls down there and she kept them trimmed. I could see her skin through them and her little pussy was bare and pink. I wanted, no I needed, to taste it. As I got close, I could smell her; a mixture of soap and horny girl. She was shy about letting me in there, but I pushed her legs apart and there it was. I couldn't get enough. I lapped and sucked and nibbled and she went off like a bomb. She thrashed around until I couldn't keep up with her any longer. She pulled on my hair and I nibbled my way back up until I could claim her lips again.
She tried to push her tongue down my throat. "Damn, Eric; were you trying to kill me?" she gasped. "That was so amazing! I've never felt anything like that in my life. No one has ever done that to me. I thought it was good rubbing myself off, but it's nothing like that."
"I want to watch you rub yourself off," I told her.
"You're a nasty boy," she giggled. "Do you want to fuck me now, or do you want me to do that to you first?"
"I don't want to fuck you, I want to make love to you," I told her.
"Okay, but I'm doing that before the night is over," she warned me.
I moved up over her until I could feel all that hot moistness against my cock. She was very wet and the head of my cock slipped in easily. She gasped.
"Easy, Eric, it's been a long time since anything's been in there."
I took my time and before long, I was inside the tightest hottest pussy I'd ever felt. After giving birth, I didn't expect it to be that tight, but it was. The hotness was just Penn. She always felt like she had a fever when she touched me, and this felt scalding! I started to move and she moved right back. It was slow and sweet as honey for a while and she had a small orgasm. I wasn't going to last long. Being inside this amazing woman I was so in love with was driving me to the edge. We were moving, and the friction was exquisite. She was climbing the hill again and I took her hand and put it between us to hurry her along. She rubbed her clit and I plunged in until we both exploded together. She writhed and moaned like she was dying and I heard a male voice, too. I realized it was me, and I pumped her full of cum.
My cock never went soft. I slowed down for a while, just cruising until I felt her begin to tremble again. I rose up on my arms and pounded her. She was gasping and moaning again, and when we came this time, she let out a little shriek at the pinnacle. We collapsed together and I heard the pitter-patter of little feet going down the hall to my room.
"Daddy, whe ah wu?" Abby called.
"In here in Mommy's bed, baby," I called.
She came in and stood by the bed. "I hud something," she said. "Why ah you quishing Mommy?"
"We're just playing, baby," Penn told her. "I'm sorry we woke you up. Do you want to go back to bed or get in with us?"
She climbed in, her little white nightgown making her look like a living doll, and we collapsed, giggling like school kids.
She giggled, too, just joyful at being with us, and I climbed over her. We squished her between us and fell asleep. I was having an amazing dream. An angel was sucking my cock and it felt so good I was about to come. When I opened my eyes it was true. Penn was bobbing up and down, nearly sucking the skin off my cock. She stopped when she saw I was awake and held her fingers to her lips.
"I put her back in her bed," she whispered. "Don't make any noise."
She was the one that wound up making the noise as I mounted her from behind, straddling her legs and giving her everything I had. Her moans and cries would have woken a cemetery when she came and I was right along with her. Amazingly, Abby didn't wake up at all. We showered together, and afterwards we wound up back in bed where I fucked her again.
"Jesus, Eric, you're killing me," she whispered as we held each other. "I love it. I never knew it could be like this. It was just painful the first times. I thought I must just be frigid. I know now. It just takes the right guy. You're the guy for me. There won't ever be anyone else."
We fucked like bunnies for the next six months. I fucked her in every room in the house and in the garage, too. We fucked two or three times a day and it really wasn't a surprise to me when she came and sat in my lap one evening.
"Eric, I'm pregnant again," she told me.
I had been waiting for that moment. "Hold that thought," I said. I went out to the garage and unlocked the bottom drawer of my toolbox. I got out the little box and went back in. I knelt on the floor in front of her and her mouth fell open.
"Penelope, will you make an honest man out of me?" I asked her. "Will you marry me?" I opened the box and she squealed like she'd been stabbed. I took the ring out and slipped it on her finger.
She threw herself on me, sobbing and giggling at the same time. "Nothing would make me happier," she said. "Yes, yes, yes, I'll marry you. I've wanted to forever. I'll love you forever."
She did, too, but that's another story.
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Text: "You're next," Imogen told Felix as she used a tissue to rub her lipstick off his face. Felix turned to look at the ring. His opponent--presumably that was Maura--was already waiting for him, dressed in a skin-tight pink body suit and hooking herself up to the aero-accelerator. She was a tall, slender woman, and Felix wondered if that put him at a disadvantage. Did thinner women take longer to overinflate than heavier women? Or vice versa? The crowd murmured amongst themselves as they waited for the next round to begin.
"Remember," Imogen advised him. "Don't get popped. It's my job to pop you."
"We'll see," is all Felix said, and he walked out into the ring, possibly to his doom. As it was his first match ever, Felix had the buxom blonde referee show him how to hook himself to the machine that would inflate him and Maura. It was actually pretty simple to use; he just wanted a closer look at the ref's rack.
Strangely, as the referee stood back and raised her arm, Felix did not feel nervous. He just wanted it to begin.
The blonde threw down her arm. "Go!"
Felix had often speculated what inflation felt like, but he still wasn't prepared for the sudden rush he felt when Maura, with the help of the aero-accelerator, puffed him up like a balloon. It was downright euphoric. He watched in wonder as his gut blew up nice and round, filling him not only with Maura's warm breath, but also with an overwhelming sense of well-being. He ran his hand over his belly, absorbing just how much bigger he had gotten in so little time.
And then Maura blew into him again, blowing his belly up twice as big. It was then that Felix finally snapped out of his reverie. He had to start blowing--now! He realized already that he had made a bad start: Allowing the opponent to get even one breath ahead of you could be fatal in such a match. And so he blew into the plastic tube in his mouth, the air traveling through the tube, through the aero-accelerator, through the black wire, and into Maura's belly. She looked instantly pregnant.
Felix's heartbeat sped up as he puffed hurriedly, trying to make up for lost ground, all the while inflating larger and larger. He couldn't help but be amazed at his own ballooning body, watching it expand, feeling fuller and fuller in a wonderful, orgasmic sensation. And yet, he didn't have the luxury of pausing to admire it, because Maura would pop him unless he kept blowing. And so he puffed, hurriedly at first, his nervousness clearly showing. The match was just a few breaths in, but the crowd had already rallied around Maura.
"Go, Maura! Pop him!"
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"He's yours, Maura! Make him burst!"
Felix briefly closed his eyes. He had to focus. As difficult as it was, he had to stop thinking about his own inflation, ignore how big he was getting, how he was so plumped up that he couldn't even move. He had to just blow, quickly but with deliberation. He opened his eyes again to see that his breaths had the desired effect: Maura was becoming ball-shaped. She was still smaller than he, but he wasn't out of the game yet. He blew and blew, observing with satisfaction that Maura inflated as easily as a toy balloon. If he could pop a balloon, he thought, he could pop this beautiful woman. He just needed to catch up. He tried to suppress the nervous energy that would cause him to lose his breath. He just kept puffing away, marveling in his own glorious expansion, while at the same time admiring the way Maura surged bigger and bigger. She was a round balloon-ball now, just like him. And it was all his doing. The bigger he got, the better he felt. And the bigger Maura got, the bigger he wanted her to be. He let the cheering voices turn into white noise, filtering out the calls for him to burst, and instead just focusing on the realm of the ring, watching Maura fill out bigger, feeling himself grow larger. As he puffed, he cheered within his own mind.
I'm a balloon! I'm a balloon! I'm a BLIMP! I'm a giant, inflating BLIMP!
And so is she! Look at Maura! She's my balloon! I'm making her bigger, and I love it! I'm going to make her so big that she pops!
And so it went on, the two tight, globe-like figures puffing and inflating, puffing and inflating.
Imogen watched nervously and quietly from the stands. It didn't look good for Felix; he was a size smaller than Maura, and Maura had a little more experience. Felix was blowing hard, but so was she. He always seemed a breath or two behind.
And then something happened that almost made Imogen stand up from her seat. Maura made another large puff--and the plastic tube flew from her mouth.
The crowd collectively gasped. Strangely, at least in Imogen's experience, this had never happened before. No one had ever before let her blowing tube fall from her mouth. Maura's eyes opened wide as she flapped her stubby hands in a futile attempt to reclaim her weapon. But the tube just rolled off her round body and hit the floor. There was a moment of indecision by the crowd. What were the rules in this situation? Did they stop the match? Did the referee step in and give Maura back her tube? Would Felix stop to give Maura a chance?
The answer, of course, was no. Felix knew the rules: There were no rules. It was pop or be popped.
As the crowd fell into deathly silence, and Maura squirmed to get away, Felix inhaled deeply...and he blew.
Maura's growth surged again, pushing her out in all directions. "Stop! I lost my tube!"
But Felix just blew again. Maura was now as big and as full as he was, her advantage completely gone.
Maura pleaded. "Wait! It's not fair! Someone help me!"
But everyone just froze, waiting for the next move. It came from Felix, who just blew, and blew, and blew again. Maura swelled and swelled, surpassing Felix's size and still growing. "Stop the match!" Maura cried. But the referee just watched from the sidelines as Felix kept blowing. "Please!" Maura begged Felix. "Give me a chance! I can't blow back! It's not fair!"
Felix just kept blowing, watching Maura stretch and stretch until she was nearly twice his size. He wondered at first if he should stop. But the crowd and the referee had done nothing, apparently feeling as he did that, if Maura lost control of her weapon, she had only herself to blame.
Besides, he admitted to himself, he wanted to see her burst.
His attention was now totally focused away from his own inflated state and onto the beautiful, giant balloon woman in front of him. She was, in fact, a beautiful balloon, Felix thought. And she just got more beautiful the bigger she got. And so he kept blowing and blowing, watching her get bigger and ever more beautiful. She knew, he knew, everyone knew what was going to happen.
Maura is going to pop, he thought. And I'm the one who's going to make it happen.
"Please," Maura said, her head now inflating as her body stopped expanding. Her voice was faint, as if she had already given up. She probably had. She knew it was inevitable. Felix puffed once more, and she let out a little squeak. Her body seemed to quiver ever so slightly. Felix puffed yet again...
BANG!!
Like a spectacular firework display, Maura burst into lovely shrapnel, the explosion shaking the ribs of the front-row spectators. A pregnant pause followed.
And then the crowd burst into applause. Felix, at first the underdog, was now the hero, basking in the applause and adulation. He looked at the lovely shrapnel that had been Maura and wondered if he deserved applause: After all, it's not like he won fair and square. What would've happened if Maura hadn't made that fatal error? He'd never know.
Imogen smiled and applauded from the stands, even though she knew she was out fifty bucks, having put her money on Maura. The crowd broke into packs of discussion groups as cleanup began. Two lovely women in tight blue jumpsuits cleaned up the debris that had been Maura. As the audience mixed among themselves, one woman walked from the stands to approach Felix, who still sat there in the ring, a helpless, inflated balloon-boy.
He recognized the woman as Dreda, the founder and all-time champion of Inflate Club. Unfortunately, there was no mistaking her: That freakish face was, sadly, difficult to erase from one's memory. Felix scowled. Did she think that dressing in those tight white shorts, low-cut tank top, and high heels made her look sexy? Did she really think she could compensate for those giant ears and that oversized mouth with the crooked teeth? What was she thinking?
Dreda looked up at him with her hands on her hips, which carried small but noticeable spare tires. "It'll take you about fifteen to twenty minutes to deflate," she told him. "And then it'll be time for the next round. That'll be between Tamika and your girlfriend, I believe."
Felix looked to the stands for Imogen, but he didn't see her. She had apparently gone backstage to prepare for her round. He was on his own.
"You like her, don't you?" Dreda asked.
"Yes," he said simply.
"That's good," said Dreda, in a way that suggested that it wasn't all that good. "You must be pretty proud of your victory. Especially the way you won it."
Felix didn't like where this was headed. "There are no rules in Inflate Club, except that you don't talk about Inflate Club. And that there are no other rules."
"Maura was a friend of mine," Dreda said coldly. Felix just swallowed.
Dreda stepped closer, lifted one of her high-heeled shoes, and dug the pointy heel lightly but firmly into Felix's taut flesh. He inhaled deeply, feeling the point come dangerously close to piercing his fragile, gossamer skin. "You think you're pretty big right now, don't you?" Dreda asked him. "Well, you are nothing compared to how big I can be. You better hope that I don't get you in the ring, because I'd blow you to bits. You lucked out in this round. You won't be so lucky next time. You'll have to get by on your own breath, and I think you'll pop. But if not..." She lifted her high heel off his skin, and Felix finally exhaled. "I'll be seeing you."
As she walked away, Felix tried and failed to resist the temptation to look at her butt in her tight, revealing shorts. Damn it, that ass was too big to be in shorts like that, but he had to look. He hated her even more for that, because he was SO not attracted to her. It was Felix's turn to sit in the stands--after getting several congratulatory salutations from attractive female spectators, along with a few flirtations--and he watched as Imogen hooked herself up to the aero-accelerator.
Her opponent was a flamboyant black woman, who, Felix knew, was actually named Tamika, but competed under the name "Spice," as if she were a wrestler of some sort. She wore a star-spangled outfit, a red-white-and-blue number with stars and stripes on the up-the-crotch shorts and the ever-straining sports bra. She did some wild dances, playing to the crowd, which apparently carried a sizable fan base for her. She was over the top--sort of like her sports bra, Felix noted--but she deserved the attention, because her body was flawless. It was almost too bad that he'd have to see her pop. Almost.
The match began in the usual way, and Felix watched these two gorgeous women, a petite blonde and an athletic black-haired beauty, lose their womanly figures and swell into big, round balloon women. And it continued in the familiar way, each women's supporters shouting encouragement as the two women blew each other up. Soon the two women were as big as weather balloons, and there was still no clear frontrunner. They were both disciplined, focused inflation athletes, and Felix felt a little nervous. Could this be an occasion where both competitors wind up bursting? It looked like that was a possibility, though perhaps Imogen was just slightly bigger than Spice. It was a tense few minutes as each women blew, and each woman inflated. The crowd was going nuts: "Pop her, Spice!" "Go, Imogen!" They were stamping, cheering, clapping. All the while, Felix just quietly watched.
The two women were nearing the size of parade balloons, almost totally round except for their heads sticking out on top. They still blew, still swelled, each keeping pace with the other's inflation.
And then the crowd sensed it just as Spice did. Spice's eyes widened in concern as Imogen took an impossibly large breath, apparently using lungpower she had kept in reserve, and focused it all into one powerful gust. Spice was kept off guard, unable to compensate for her sudden expansion, too flustered to regain her composure. Imogen pushed out all the air she possibly could into the plastic hose, the constant flow of air accelerating into Spice and multiplying in force. Spice grew at an alarming rate, surprising everyone who had never seen a woman that big inflate so much more in so short a time. Instead of just a growth spurt, Spice billowed steadily outward in one constant expansion that lasted what seemed to be an incalculable amount of time, panic flaring in her eyes as she began to pulsate ominously, her taut skin squeaking from the rapidly increasing strain. Imogen kept up the pressure, keeping Spice from ever catching her breath or from ever letting her inflation stop. Spice's growth slowed only modestly as she reached the limits of her endurance, having time for only one quick "Mmmmph!" before she went...
KABOOOOOOMMMM!!
The crowd rose to its feet in exaltation, except for those who lost a fortune on their bets. The applause lasted several minutes, and Felix enjoyed it almost as much as Imogen, who soaked up the spotlight as the cleanup crew arrived. Eventually, after several long minutes, the applause died down, and the spectators turned to each other to talk about perhaps the most intense, exciting match they'd seen in a while.
Felix sat back down again, but he wondered if he should go out to the ring to give Imogen his congratulations. Before he could decide, Dreda appeared from the stands and walked straight up to Imogen, just as she had when Felix was in the ring.
Oh, brother, thought Felix, trying in vain to keep his eyes from straying to Dreda's slightly exposed buttcheeks. Don't tell me Dreda gives everyone that "I can be bigger than you" speech.
But in fact, Dreda said nothing. With a swift kick of her high heel, she pierced Imogen's elastic skin and caused her to burst with a loud BANG!
The sudden explosion caused all conversation in the arena to a screech to a startling halt. An overpowering silence filled the room. Felix rose from his seat in disbelief. Where a moment ago Imogen sat helplessly inflated, there was now just scraps of skin floating to the ground.
Although the rules of Inflate Club were minimal, it was unheard of to pop someone after a match was over, especially when that person had no chance to defend themselves. But no one seemed inclined to punish Dreda, perhaps because she was the Club founder, or perhaps because the vast majority of the crowd were her fans.
In the stunned silence that followed, Dreda stepped in front of the bleachers where Felix sat and flipped him the birdie. "I just popped your girlfriend, fucker! What are you going to do about it?"
The crowd let out a "Ooooh!" from the challenge. Felix just stared dumbly.
"Next week, then, I take it? You and me?" Dreda asked him.
Felix looked around the arena. It was filled with beautiful women, all of whom he would rather compete with. He wouldn't have minded so much being popped by a hot chick like Imogen, Shanelle, or even Maura. But he didn't find satisfaction in competing with the ugly chick--especially since she just happened to be the top popper. And yet he couldn't back out in front of the entire arena. And besides, this time, the competition was personal. After a long, tense moment, Felix nodded.
"Bye-bye!" Dreda sang, and walked out of the ring. Felix's eyes followed her shorts, as usual, but he was barely aware that he was doing it, as he was already planning his revenge.
He had to pop that freakishly ugly chick. And he knew just how to do it.
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It started with a break up. The college whatever relationship, three plus years, came to its inevitable end. And though it comes with freedom it doesn't come without pain and uncertainty. So I decided to get the fuck away from her and myself, or that is, the me I was with her. Didn't even want to know that person. Either of us. So unload the bank account and move. At first it didn't even matter. I drove the car until I was tired. Four aimless days culminating in Phoenix. God only knows what the fuck compelled me to seek the desert, some perverse freeway design leading me past those hellish cityscapes which blighted the otherwise pristine sun scorched land. I utterly loathed Phoenix.
So I sold the car and prepared to board a plane. There was some foolish notion of Greece. A buddy, or some acquaintance had recently come from the Mediterranean, high on the beauty and the women. It sounded perfect. Flush with cash, I figured, why not?
Trip to Greece, meet up with friend from Spain. Bum around. Spend all my money disappearing in Europe. Parents can bring me home. Good itinerary.
But I had got in touch with Alicia. Sweet dirty little Alicia. I guess it wasn't surprising that my cock would point at her like a fucking compass.
"Jesus Johnny. You sound crushed. You should come see me. Let me take care of you. This Greece idea, is well, shit. You need to be around people that love you. So come out to New York. Let me take care of you for a few days."
"I don't know...I think I need to get out of my head for a while. Just get lost somewhere, where I don't know anyone and they don't know me."
"That's stupid. That's the kind of wallowing self pity garbage that will have you jumping from the Eifel Tower like some kind of romantic sad sack bastard."
"Ya...probably right."
"That's it. You are definitely coming out."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. And want to know why?"
"Sure."
"Cause Nikki is going to be here this weekend."
Well, Alicia was definitely right, usually was. But first, an explanation: There Was This Party.
Alicia, very much entangled with a good friend of mine, was drunk. Good-friendf-mine was preoccupied, drinking, talking, passing out. And so, this drunk little pixie trotted her lithe little body around, beautiful blonde hair swaying, kissing just about anything with a pulse. Pulling hands to tits. Giving lap dances to any willing guy or girl. Except me.
Me, also entangled. With my college whatever relationship. Who didn't care for that 'fucking slut'.
I just completely lacked Alicia's fuck-all attitude. That kind of pleasure seeking freedom so enticing, but ultimately impossible. I was too nice. If only I had known what was coming. But instead, Alicia the slut became a favored masturbatory scene, something for the mind to drift to while fucking my college girl. And an oh-so subtle topic to occasionally broach with the other. As if there was some chance of that fucking happening.
But now, Alicia was in New York and I was going to her. But not only that. Nikki was going too. Some kind of wonderful miracle. Because, oh yes, accompanying Alicia that fateful night, was her never far away best friend. Another tiny little blonde angel.
Nikki always was the reluctant one. Shy as a butterfly. But completely Alicia's creature. Inseparable and dangerously sexy. They could own a room immediately, pissing off any women in proximity. Which happened that night.
Alicia was parading Nikki around, fondling her, kissing her in front of the stunned onlookers, all gawking like some Puritanical mob. Unable to comprehend the two blonde phenoms that seemed to take so much pleasure in life. But I understood. I knew with every fiber of me. But that was where it stayed. A giant inaction.
But this was not to say there weren't moments. A dirty dance with Alicia. Flirting with Nikki. Drunken nights, running our mouths about whatever until they hauled us all to bed. So by the end of our time together, the potential fuck had built to a crazed peak. With them both. Neither willing to be outdone.
And we were meeting in New York. I would take them dancing.
First there were drinks. Then there was music. The music owned our drunken bodies. It moved us up and down, arms and legs. It pressed us close. It put my cock against Alicia's tight little skirt clad ass. It brought Nikki to my side, her legs on either side of my own, running her hands down my chest. It was slow then frenetic. It was booze fueled and crazy. We loved it.
But they make you go home at some point. Or we decided to go. It didn't matter. Suddenly we were in a cab. And we laughed and touched, hands straying and staying. So it was inevitable. The Kiss.
Someone giggles, a touch lingers too long, or a finger grazes a face. The hand on a thigh tightens then rubs. Someone leans in for a whisper, and then...
Is that how those things go. Or maybe.
Without cue, Alicia kissed me. A good hard kiss. Then she kissed Nikki. Then Nikki kissed me. Then it was a mesh of tongues and lips.
This is how I like to remember it. Simple. Insistent. Almost desperate. A natural reaction to being with each other. And a promise of what was ahead. So breaking away from this perfect kiss, we got out of the cab.
Alicia led us up, a couple steps ahead, holding my hand, practically dragging me up the stairs. She kept turning around with these big smiles, little imploring looks, hurrying us along. Nikki was draped on me, both hands around my neck, occasionally dipping her head down against my shoulder. I was dragging her along as Alicia dragged me. We were laughing, pretty much nonsensical, congratulating ourselves on how much fun we had dancing, how after so much time apart we still did it right, fun above all else. And there was the tone, undercurrent, whatever. The Kiss. Our shared kiss in the taxi, now, The Kiss.
How did it happen? Was it the climax of our fevered dancing, or maybe for Nikki and I, the logical conclusion of the freedom one only feels on vacation in a strange city? Maybe it was the culmination of our years of friendship. A relief to the tension we had all felt back in school, when entangled in various relationships, good friends with all our various significant others, we had been unable to act on the flirtations, only to build them up in stolen moments, illicit contact, of hands and hips, or even better, the times when brazenly we touched with our legitimate partners watching, playing it off as something innocent, thinking we were so clever but fooling no one. But who was fooled now? Alicia and Nikki, their clever little tongues, light then forceful, making a promise to me. God, I was going to fuck these girls.
We were at her door now. About to enter Alicia's apartment. Nikki clinging closer. Alicia squeezing tighter. Me, wondering what would come next, trying not to fuck this up, a slight little grin on my face, hoping that my sheer force of will would be enough strip these girls naked and propel us into bed. Then the door was open and we were inside. It was their world. I was only following their lead. I would not be the one to upset this balance.
We stumbled toward the couch, linked limbs, a drunken mass, all smiles and little flirtations, comments none too witty. "Doesn't he have great hips Nikki? I just love his hips. With those hips, you'd almost think he knew how to dance."
"Mmm, nice hips," Nikki said, running her hand around my waistline, moving close, but not too close, just a little teasing.
"Hold on lady, I am a phenomenal dancer and you know it. Do you remember that guy at the club handling two chicks on the floor? Who was that again?"
"Handling? This poor boy is confused. The only thing you handle is your cock, in the dark. You're just lucky Nikki and me took pity on you. Gave it to you half speed."
I wasn't even listening, just talking over her, hand up to my ear, cupped so I could pretend to hear better. "Just tell me who that guy was. Tell me who the guy was," I kept repeating. I had apparently forgotten to be sad. These wonderful little girls.
We crashed into the couch, splaying out, the girls on either side of me. Nikki wasn't even talking, just running one hand up and down my side, waist to shoulder, another on my back. Drunk, I was keyed in on my little argument with Alicia, ignoring Nikki's obvious invitation.
We continued blathering, until the our little flirt was pierced with: "Johnny, I...I want to suck your cock. And then I want to fuck you."
And what do you say to that? You don't say a word. You just smile and remove your pants.
We both turned. Alicia was grinning, so big, and then a giggle. "You dirty little slut. I mean fuck, can't even wait for me to leave the room."
"I didn't say you had to leave."
"You kinky little girl. If I didn't know better I'd think you were coming on to me."
"No, when my pussy is on your face that is when I will be cumming on to you."
Alicia and I looked at each other and laughed. Such a ridiculous line. I mean, who the fuck?
"Okay, baby doll, now you're going to have to back that talk up."
Alicia moved in. They kissed. I watched. Still uneasy, doing nothing to upset the balance. But then, they broke away.
"That was nice."
"Sexy," I said, lamely, the girls now remembering I was there. Nikki turned to me.
"Feeling left out Johnny? Well I'll make you feel included. I've got just the idea. In fact, it's something I've been thinking about for years."
Her hand to my crotch. My zipper down. Button undone. Pants dropping. Boxers next. Face moving down. Her lips. Her tongue. My cock.
I met Alicia's eyes. Pure animalistic look, lust and strength. I didn't look away.
I reached out slowly, and then grabbed Alicia hard. Pulling her in to my body, faces together. I waited. A smile, then a kiss. I had them both.
Nikki's head bobbed slowly on my cock. Alicia's tongue was in my mouth, darting and playing, sloppy drunk kisses and a sloppy wet blow job. I pulled away from Alicia, drawing my hand across her cheek. I leaned back into the couch, glancing down at my darling Nikki, lips now wrapped around the head of my cock, tongue teasing then lapping, driving me wild. I moved my hand to the side of Alicia's head, no words, and softly, guided her down. My two dirty little flirts, now my cock sucking angels. Alicia stretched her legs out behind her, coming down with a little crash, just inches from Nikki's face. Tentatively, she licked out, grazing my shaft, then bolder, licking slow and broad across my balls. Nikki must have been aware now, she attacked my cock, taking possession, claiming it. Alicia, more confident now, began nuzzling, in licking my shaft, trying to muscle Nikki out. Fighting for my cock. Too fucking good.
"Now girls, play nicely."
Nikki left my cock for the first time in minutes, looking up, her mouth all twisted up, playing the pouty little girl. "But I had it first."
Alicia chiming in, "And now it's time to share bitch." Not waiting she drove her mouth down, taking my cock to the back of her throat. Nothing subtle for her. Direct action always preferable.
She held me there, grazing the opening of her throat, a precarious moment, drawn out like a fine edge, just waiting to teeter into bliss. Seconds like hours. And then she plunged, gagging, a slight sputter, but dutifully sinking her lips to the hilt. Bottomed out, I groaned loudly, rolling back my head, reveling. Nikki crept up to her knees and started kissing my neck. She moved down, ripping the top few buttons of my shirt open, aggression very becoming my nymph. She started licking, sucking my nipple. I just let her, enjoying the sensations, making it my moment. My little beauties adoring me, unselfishly giving me pleasure. Just a moment more then time to be a gentleman. Give and take.
I pulled Nikki up, hard and close, kissing her deep, exploring that hot little mouth, languishing on her full lips, the lips that had been fastened to my cock just moments ago. Then I broke away. All the three-way fantasies started flooding my head. The lonely night jerk off fantasies, often involving these very girls. Where to start? Nikki's cunt on my face. Alicia's mouth on my cock.
"Nikki, stand up." She obeyed, slowly rising, sultry and sexy. I reached for her ass, pulling her forward. There was no time for subtlety and seduction, no time to linger. Drunk, insistent. It was the exact moment I, we, had all been waiting for and I wanted it now.
I pulled her skirt down, revealing cute little boy cut cotton panties. I stroked her pussy through the panties, already moist, and I licked the length of her slit, adding my moisture to hers, before adding the panties to the skirt at her feet. She raised each of her feet in turn, slipping free of the clothing, regaining her footing. I was face to cunt. A beautiful bald little pussy, glistening with anticipation. Here was my reluctant slut. Only bold with her partner in crime. Always following Alicia in her exploits. But no more. She had started this. She waited for no cue, just took what she wanted, and in turn, given us what we all needed.
I reached behind her, grabbing that taut ass hard and firm. I could smell her, thick in the air, scrambling my simple brain. All I could think about was licking that pussy. Had almost forgotten about Alicia on my dick. But one thing at a time. I pulled Nikki to me and tongued that perfect little slit. No teasing, just unadulterated tongue in cunt. I was kneading her ass, applying pressure front and back. And then I was shoving my tongue straight up her, like I was trying to drink from her cunt. The juice flowed down my cheeks. Just pussy madness.
And then my balls began to boil. My focus returned to Alicia with renewed urgency. Drunk or not, it was time to cum in my little cock sucker's mouth. I left Nikki's ass and grabbed the back of Alicia's head. I forced her down, into the throat, burying my cock. Nikki was bucking, rubbing her clit against my face. My head thrown back against the couch, she rode my tongue deep and fast, a little bounce in her hips as she fucked my tongue. Her thighs began to squeeze my head, harder, tighter. She was cumming. She was cumming and I was right behind. Nikki moaned, but quietly, like she was restraining herself, something I would have to fix later. Alicia whimpered against my cock, deep in her throat, and the sound, the vibration, something, cut me loose. I lashed her throat with ropes of cum, endless, thick, pushing further into her. I howled, but the girl pinned to my face, muffled me.
Nikki's hips shook as orgasm left her. Alicia stayed firm against the base of my cock, balls grazing her chin. And then I released my hands, not moving them, just removing pressure, stroking absently through her hair. She moved up the shaft, slowly rising to the head, spending a moment there, tongue active, and then let my cock spring free. Still rock hard, sticky, wet, spent but not sated. No, far from that.
"God that looks sexy." Alicia, speaking from somewhere down by my cock.
Nikki was collapsed forward, her breasts resting against my head, hair draped down. But then she bolted upright. I realized Alicia was far from done. She had climbed up my torso, straddling just above my cock. My tongue was still resting against Nikki's clit and I quickly realized where Alicia's attentions were focused.
This was my dirty little girl. The one in charge, pushing and prodding, using her sex, confident, in control. This is what I wanted, what I was waiting for. Not just me as a conduit, but all of us together in bringing each other pleasure. I needed one of the girls to push ahead. Not just to kiss or caress, but quite simply to put tongue in cunt. Head between thighs, happily lapping. This was my fantasy. This would allow me to fulfill the thousands of position that had . Two girls. Active and willing, with wild abandon, filthy, slutty, good. Thanks Alicia.
She had to be working Nikki's ass. Maybe tongue, but probably a finger judging from Nikki's reaction. No time for me to rest. I resumed my licking, this time focusing on the clit, time to get this girl cumming again and again.
Nikki was soon quivering, little labored moans, again trying to restrain herself. I briefly slid up from her cunt, to say, "Nikki baby, get loud."
She obliged. The moans unrestrained, coming rapidly, loudly, filling Alicia's apartment. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed. I kept it in my mouth, moving my hands to her hips to lift her, guide her up slightly. And she complied, allowing me the clearance to get a finger in her pussy, all while keeping that clit tight in my mouth. When at last I broke, I could see Alicia's chin from just under the cunt in my face. I imagined her working Nikki's ass, circling her little dark hole, penetrating briefly, then circling again. I inserted my finger into her sopping pussy, and it was quickly clamped. I curled back slightly, moans turning to screams. Just moments now.
"Ohh god!" Her cries driving us on, no relenting now. Both Alicia and I determined to wreck her with orgasm. Her knees wobbled and she crashed down into my lap, her sopping pussy crashing against my cock, her hair cascading down the front of her face.
I reached up, gently massaging her breasts, while Alicia was moving her head to the small of Nikki's back, nestling there. Nikki drooped against me, reveling in orgasmic bliss. Alicia continued her climb upward, soon looking in me in the eye, then moving in to taste my lips. The scent of Nikki was strong, the slight acrid notes of her asshole on Alicia's tongue, in the air between our faces. Our beautiful little girl still recovering.
Alicia, remembering my cock, reached down, gripping the base, began slowly stroking my raging cock. I moaned appreciatively into Alicia's mouth while she continued working my shaft. Nikki was stirring now, nibbling at my neck, licking up and down.
I ran my fingers through her hair, delicate, then grabbing a handful, I pulled her head back, hard, quick. She gasped, giving me a rapturous look, somewhat vacant, eye lids fluttering, soft moans emanating. Alicia left my mouth, focusing again on Nikki, a little smile spreading across her face. She stood and began to strip, leaving only panties and shoes.
With a knot of hair in my fist, I held Nikki fast, her neck straining, so exposed, so fragile. I dove into her neck, kissing, biting, running my tongue up her, devouring her. And then my cock was wet, Alicia's mouth active again. I placed my other hand delicately on the back of Alicia's head, pressed her chin to my balls and howled. Pure fucking madness.
Time to move. I tossed Nikki aside, her hair falling from my hand. She stretched her lithe little frame across the rest of the couch, purring slightly, running her hands from twat to tits. Alicia surfaced for air and I stood, saliva and cum spanning the gap between my cock and Alicia's lips.
To Alicia, "Look at her. Already spent, and it's not even her bedtime. I think we'll have to wake her up."
"Oh, absolutely."
"Alicia darling. Why don't you sit on her face?"
"Mmm, sounds nice. But only if you fuck her tight little cunt."
Nikki, giggled, stretching, contorting, loving the attention. Alicia approached, a sexy little strut, and then a full mount, sliding her thong clad pussy over Nikki's eager tongue. I paused a moment to revel in the sight of a gorgeous girl licking cunt before guiding my cock to the entrance of Nikki's pussy. And then, pressing in, the familiar clamping feeling, tight but elastic, warm and wet. Cunt.
I slowly fucked her, long laborious strokes, staving off the inevitable thrashing I would give her. Alicia was awkwardly removing her panties, removing any barriers between her and Nikki's sweet mouth. A sexy little black thong was thrown over my face, the unmistakable smell of sex thick in my nostrils, and Alicia once again had a tongue in her slit.
My pace quickened as I became lost in sensation. The normal perception of time left me and my balls slapping Nikki's ass became a hypnotic metronome, pierced occasionally by that wet smacking sound of lips on lips and soft moaning. Cumming was a distant thought, somewhere out on the horizon.
Alicia slid forward, dragging her cunt across Nikki's extended tongue. She bent over the arm of the couch and surrendered to Nikki's tongue lashing, locking her knees to Nikki's ears. Her ass was propped in front of me, the dark little target presented before my eyes, far too tempting. I bent Nikki's legs into her torso and leaned forward, tongue first, spearing Alicia's tight little asshole.
She cried out, helpless against our oral ministrations. But my fucking became uneven as I focused on Alicia. Nikki would not have it.
"Fuck me Johnny. Fuck me hard."
And again I was stroking that sopping cunt, my body simply an extension of the head of my cock, one giant sensation of tight, wet velvet. And I fucked my little Nikki hard.
Nikki shook, her hips rocking wildly, a scream built in her throat and her wailing soon filled the room. Encouraged, Alicia ground down on Nikki's face, muffling her cries, brining herself closer to the peak. Nikki attacked Alicia's cunt, vigorously lapping clit. I kept fucking, robotic pace, cumming still eluding me.
Alicia was a siren, announcing her first cum, her cries praising Nikki's effective little tongue. She stayed slumped over the arm of the couch, her body racked by a ferocious orgasm. I left Nikki's cunt and stood, soon thinking about where to stick my cock. Instead, I dropped to Nikki's well fucked pussy and inhaled her clit, immediately sending her to another orgasm. She almost seemed reluctant, screaming 'My God', barely able to handle the intensity. I abated and again began thinking about my cock.
The limp frame of Alicia still hung across the arm of the couch, Nikki still nuzzling her cunt. I walked around to her and said, "Suck."
She obliged, drawing me in deep and fast. I grabbed either side of her head and began fucking her face, little restraint, knowing my filthy angel could handle it. She whimpered and sputtered, my cock slamming her throat again and again. Nikki had stood now and walked around to my side. She leaned against my back, arms around me, hands searching my chest, pinching nipples, long nails teasing abs. "Fuck that little bitch. Fuck her face"
I continued abusing Alicia's mouth. Her eyes were clenched as tight as her mouth and perhaps I didn't realize how drunk I was. I slowed and pulled back my cock, so slowly, that drawing sensation of moist lips on hard shaft, at last withdrawing from her mouth with a wet little pop. She gasped and drooled my cum over her chin and to the floor as Nikki and I reveled in the fuck crazy filth of the moment.
Alicia stood and joined us, caressing me along with Nikki, as my own hands were busy with the girls. "Jesus Johnny. You're a fucking brute. You gotta let a girl breathe now and then."
"Sorry darling, just, aaah, caught in the moment I guess."
She responded hesitantly, searching for the words, "No...it's good. I like the...control."
"Well then, take me to the bedroom."
Alicia took my hand and I slung Nikki up over my shoulder, amidst her laughing and squirming. Led by the hand, and carrying my little blondie off to be fucked silly. Perfect.
Alicia took us to her bed and the tone shifted. Alcohol absolved inhibitions. Primed from a raucous fuck session on Alicia's couch. My naked pixies awaited my command.
"Girls, I need to cum. Both of you, on your knees."
They sank, joining lips in a passionate kiss, eventually turning that intensity on my cock. Alicia took the lead, impaling her face on my shaft. Nikki settled in to the side, licking my balls hungrily. Bobbing faster and faster. The cum was building. I pulled from Alicia and presented the shaft to Nikki. Without hesitation she sucked it down, not the throat job I had got from Alicia, but still most of the shaft passing her lips. Alicia, little minx, moved behind me, squeezing my ass, trailing her tongue along the way. Christ, she was going to lick my asshole. I bent slightly, giving her access, and her tongue moved right in. The focus left my cock, delaying orgasm, replacing it with that deliciously filthy sensation. She circled round and round, finally pressing forward, her tongue entering my ass. My moans suddenly became audible to me, as I regained some measure of drunken consciousness. Alicia and her clever little tongue.
Cumming seemed like some impossible future. The drunk fucking curse. A permanent hard on that can never be relieved. So I should probably fuck. Place my little beauties on top of each other and plow tight wet cunt. I pulled away from the girls, their hands trailing down my legs as I stepped backward. Both crawled. Inching lasciviously across the floor, wicked smiles, pure wanton cum sluts. "Mmm, I am going to fuck you both."
I reached to Alicia and touching lightly on her chin, lifted slowly, the blonde beauty following my hand upward, rising to her feet. I motioned her to the bed. Then Nikki. With no encouragement from me, they were in each other's mouth, deep, wet kisses. I pulled Alicia's legs, Nikki on top of her, sliding pussies to the edge of the bed. Little squeals, but hardly an interruption of their wild kissing.
And so, no preamble, I buried my cock deep into Alicia. Stroking, slow, then fast, sliding out, then into Nikki. Moans as I entered, grinding deep and hard. Alicia was busy again, rubbing Nikki's then her clit. Orgasm was building in my little fuck angels. I quickly returned to Alicia, plunging deep. She came immediately, pulling from Nikki's mouth, screaming out, furiously rubbing her clit. I drove deep and paused, trying to somehow fuck further into her sopping little pussy.
As she quieted and relaxed, I slammed back into Nikki, setting her off as well. Like a fucking god. Bringing these girls off in rapid succession. Their screams were adoration, worship, to my drunken brain. I pulled out of Nikki and dove face first into her cunt, tongue extended. And she was cumming again.
Alicia quieted our nymph with her mouth, an elegant, languid kiss, beautifully contrasting Nikki's orgasmic screams. I ate like a man possessed, tongue rapid, drinking from Nikki's pussy. With their cunts pressed together, I slipped from Nikki down to Alicia, applying the same frenetic treatment, yielding the same results. Screams and cum.
Nikki , slightly recovered, slid from atop her friend, kneeling, bending, joining me at Alicia's cunt. Working her clit with little licks, then sucking in. I slipped two fingers in, sawing back and forth, and we quickly had Alicia cumming yet again. And we kissed, sharing the taste of Alicia's pussy in our mouths, tongues reaching deep into each other's mouth. It was bliss.
From the bed, we heard panting, ragged breath, little mutterings of 'oh my god', repeated, a beautiful refrain, serenading Nikki and I while we kissed deep and hard. Finally, I mounted the bed, coming around side of Alicia's spent body, never breaking from Nikki. With the slightest of motions, our kiss broke, and Nikki joined me, lying along side of our cum drained angel. We stroked at her face, fingertips brushing lightly. Then we kissed again.
Not like the cab. No insistence this time. A kiss that knew no time. No sense of finale. Alcohol scrambled brains. Lust and sensation only.
Then without cue, the moment shifted, and though everything had seemed perfect, the new moment was only better. Alicia was once again, the ravenous cock sucker. She dropped down, leaving her hands at my nipples, tweaking lightly. My shaft pushed further into her mouth and I relaxed back, sighing deeply, loving life.
Then inspiration. "Nikki, kiss our little girl on her sweet cunt."
She smiled, little devilish grin, and sank down to her task. I knew Nikki had reached her goal when moans vibrated through my cock. But still, no cum. So I focused on what was at hand, a beautiful little strawberry blonde pussy. I sank into Nikki's cunt, joining us in an oral ring.
It was like a feedback loop. Any increase in intensity quickly passed along. And I could have stayed there forever, connected by cock, mouth and cunt. But Alicia voiced my internal monologue. "Johnny, you haven't cum in a while. I mean, you fucked us like a demon, but it starts to make a girl feel bad, knowing we haven't set off that cock."
"I know darling. My own personal version of whiskey dick. Frustrating but fun."
"Nikki, we have to take care of our boy. I want to taste his cum."
"I know, he's not sharing. So selfish."
"Well my little angels, we'll have to fuck our way through this one."
"Definitely."
And Alicia backed her lithe little frame into me, nestling together, her ass rubbing my painfully hard cock. Swinging her leg up, I reflexively hooked it with my arm, pulling it up and back, obscene exposure, moist spread cunt. With a slight tease of my head against her clit, I drove back into her, seeking that ultimate, anticipated release.
Nikki, knelt down to our joined organs, and began tonguing at the movement, my balls, my shaft, Alicia's wet pussy. And with a familiar building feeling, I began to think, maybe soon.
A slight moist probing in the back, and then Nikki's finger up my ass. Jesus. Not something I was accustomed to, usually only employed in a drunk state such as this. But just the fucking thing. Soon I was hammering into Alicia while Nikki applied pressure to my prostate. Sensibility slipped from my mind, and the fuck became my only frame of reality. Faster and faster into Alicia. Vaguely aware of Nikki's face near our fucking, her tongue on my balls. Time was absent. I found a fistful of hair in my hand and I jerked back, hard, flesh slapping sounds punctuated by Alicia's cry. Nikki was moaning too, the scene too much for her, some kind of proximity orgasm taking control of her. I slapped Alicia's ass. Hard repetition.
She cums first. A flood warming my cock, trickling past, reaching Nikki's waiting tongue. And I was there. Nikki, never moving from my ass, Alicia still fast against my body, cock like a piston, driving her absolutely mad.
"Cum, Johnny," Nikki moaned out. "Fucking cum." Louder. Then louder. Then I obliged. An absolute torrent. Somehow slipped from Alicia, painting Nikki's face. I was in some kind of fuck crazed stupor, unloading white ropes on Nikki, crazed howling harmonizing with Nikki's throaty squeal, squeezing Alicia tight, holding on to her like she was my only anchor in this world. But I slipped and faded. My drunk softening and slowing the descent into black.
Which was fine. I know there is no good way to end this. Words would only ruin our perfection. So why should I wake to speak? Waking means a return to inevitable human drama. No longer gods and goddesses. No longer alcoholic immortal, and high on each other's bodies. It means a return to our mid twenties existential dilemmas. It's conversation. Promises, protestations and other nonsense. And I'm already aware that this is the best moment of my young life. So I embrace the dark, fill it with the sensations of idyllic sex. Drift away into my fuck coma and hope I never have to come back.
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Tina II Chapter 12- Cliffhangers
It was about 2:30 a.m. when Tina slipped out of bed. This was pretty much the norm these days. She had always been an early riser, getting up before the family, so she could exercise before work. In the past, it would be maybe four, so she could run, or get in an hour at the gym. Lately, though, she had decided to compete in Triathalons. This meant that she was doing running, bike and swimming, back to back, every day. Already trim, Tina's weight had dropped into the mid eighties. Ray had concerns, but he really had no way of knowing how extreme things had become. He was getting the babies up and to Georgette in the morning, and Tina was asleep before him, and up hours early.
Tina dropped her little nightgown to the floor. Thin as she was, it slipped naturally from her shoulders. Walking to the dresser, she pulled out tiny running briefs, the sort used to go from swimming to running. Tina liked them snug, but to get ones that fit, she had to order them over the internet, to get them with a tail hole, in girl's sizes. Pulling them tight, she pulled a sports bra over her head. The little breast that Tina had implanted were barely visible, her ribcage however, was. She laced on some shoes, and bounced downstairs. Stopping at the refrigerator, Tina grabbed a loaf of bread, and the cold meatloaf from last night. She hadn't eaten any then, telling everyone that she had eaten while she cooked. This morning, she made two sandwiches, the first of which she ate while making a second. Then, she noticed a bowl of cooked pasta. Tina grabbed a handful, eating it cold, directly from the bowl.
Tina enjoyed the cool air of morning. Although it made Ray nervous, she would run like this often, wearing nothing but a bra and briefs, even as today, when it was barely fifty degrees. She was a bit chilly now, but after maybe seven miles, she would be comfortable. That was when she started the roadwork on her bicycle. She didn't stop, having the bike all ready as she got in from her run. Most days she did ten miles, although she had been pushing that lately, getting fifteen in when she could, which was more and more often. The sun was just beginning to rise, when she got in from her ride.
That was when Tina hit the pool. As a Poodle, Tina loved the water. She wouls swim laps endlessly, if she only could. Sitting on the patio chair to remove her shoes, she looked down. It appeared that, in spite of all her efforts, a little tummy hung over her briefs. Tiny scowled; the idea of having a belly repulsed her. It bothered her so much, that she went to the bushes, and knelt. Down on all fours, she stuck her fingers down her throat until she vomited. She repeated this until nothing more came up. Standing, she felt a bit unsteady. She was sure that she'd feel better when she got into the water. Checking herself again, she could see that although the girl's athletic brief was even a little loose, there was clearly a bit of stomach there. She resolved to work harder. Approaching the edge of the pool, her head began to swim. She felt herself plunge into the water. As she did, everything went black.
Stan was waiting at the coffee shop. He had wanted to have this meeting for some time. Ever since he had found Flower, his Saluki girlfriend in bed with another man, having vigorous sex, he could not look at her in the same way. That had opened the door for he and Georgette to reconcile. Things weren't perfect, but they were going better, perhaps than they ever had. Besides, Georgette was having his litter any day now. But then, so was Flower.
"How did thins get so screwed up?" he wondered, running his fingers through his curly black hair.
Before he came up with an answer, she appeared.
"Baby!" she squealed, trotting over on awkwardly high heels.
"Hello, Flower" George stood to greet her, though he wasn't looking forward to the embrace that followed.
Flower wore the thinnest, tightest jeans that anyone had ever seen. Because they were cut so low, they rode underneath her pregnant belly. Similarly, her white midrift top rode over it, giving the impression of a stick figure, with a gray, furry basketball in the middle.
"Baby, it's so good to see you. You don't know how I've missed you..."
Flower was stroking Stan's face.
"Must you do that?" he replied harshly, brushing her away.
She responded with a look of deep hurt and disappointment, as though mortally wounded.
"I've told you, I reconciled with Georgette. And I just can't get past what I saw that night in your apartment..."
"But our baby..." She cried
"Yes, the baby..."
"or babies..." she added
"Or babies. I WILL be their father. Emotionally. Financially. In every way. But that doesn't mean that I've changed my mind about you, Georgette, or anything. You'll have to come to terms with that."
Before she could say a word, Stan got up. He put money on the table, then walked out, leaving no opportunity for a reply.
It rained later that day. It was coming down pretty heavily, when Georgette heard a knock on the door. She asked her helper to watch the babies, hers and Tina's, as she went to answer the door. Standing at the door of the poolhouse was Flower. She wore the same elastic waist skirt, and little tank top she wore the day they had met. Soaked as she was, the outfit was semi transparent; she had no underwear. She was holding a small, cheap suitcase.
"I...don't mean any trouble, but, uh, my family through me out, and I have no place to go. I know that's not your problem, and all, but I thought maybe you might know somebody..."
Flower was sobbing now, barely able to speak.
Georgette reached out, and pulled her in.
"Child, you can't be out like that, not in your condition! You'll catch your death..."
Georgette put her arm around the shivering Saluki, ans escorted her back to the bedroom.
"Let's get those wet things off you..."
Georgette undressed her as she would have her own eight year old Tina. She toweled her off, then found her some clean underwear, a nightgown and robe, as well as some slippers.
Georgette then gave her a critical look.
"Have you been eating? You're eating for two...or more...now. You can't just not eat. Let's get you something..."
Stan got in from his day with the doctor a little after four. He hung his wet jacket by the door, and put the umbrella in the stand. He walked back to the kitchen. There sat Georgette...and Flower. Together.
"Stanley?
"What's this?" Stan asked, trying to sort things out.
"Stanley, Flower lost her place to stay, so she'll be staying with us. How anyone could put this poor child out on a day like this is beyond me..."
"But..." he stammered
She gave him a stern look.
"No 'buts' about it, Stanley. She's carrying your pups, so there's responsibility there. She staying here, and that's that."
Stan looked up in disbelief, in time to see Flower flash him a Cheshire cat grin.
"There. I think that does it"
The last of the papers signed, Sean's estate was probated.
"Here is a copy of the wire transfer to your account in the states. As you requested, here is the check that you asked for. Endorse it, and I can have it cashed for you.
Colleen and Lydia looked at the two documents. Both of them were stunned. Neither had seen that many zeros in their wildest imagination. There were legal expenses, to be sure. Taxes had to be paid, and a significant settlement took place with the government. That whole issue of where the money had come from. Of course, there was no proof. That's why they settled. Still, they now had millions- MILLIONS of dollars between them. More that they would ever remotely need. More than they and the babies would ever need.
"That would be lovely" Colleen replied, passing the check to Lydia for her endorsement.
The solicitor handed the check to an assistant.
"Will you be going home directly, or visiting in our little country a while?"
"We'll be here a few days" Lydia answered "Long enough to visit the grave, see the property"
"A LOT of interest in that land" he responded "Easy to sell, if that's what you decide."
"No decision has been made. When it is, we'll let you know"
Colleen stated it with finality, leaving no doubt that the topic was closed. They exchanged pleasantries, and departed the office.
"I feel very strange"
"Of course. We're rich."
"No" Colleen answered "Weird. Cold. Like something evil is afoot. Like we're being watched."
"Aren't you being a little dramatic?" she asked
"No, not at all." She answered, solemnly "I need a drink."
They walked to a pub, down the street from the hotel in which they were staying They took a table, and ordered a drink. From the moment they arrived, it was as if every set of eyes was upon them. They sat there, drinking nervously, when a young woman approached.
"Why don't you leave us be? No good will come from you being here..."
She was about to say something, when her companions, two young men, rushed her away.
"Pay them no mind, ladies; crazy talk, that's all it is"
The bartender smiled, attempting to comfort them
"What is going on?" Lydia inquired
"Just crazy talk. Pay it no mind."
They finished their drinks, and left quickly. It was a short distance to the hotel. When they went to the desk to claim their key, it seemed to Colleen as if the desk clerk was inspecting them both. It was a relief to both when they got their key, and went upstairs. When they entered the room, their suitcases were placed on the bed. Colleen looked at hers carefully. Ever since she'd been a madame, Colleen had a careful, cautious nature. One habit she'd gotten into was to set the tumblers on her suitcase lock in a certain random appearing manner. She'd also place a piece of clear tape across the opening. The first thing she noticed was that the tape was missing, the tumblers moved.
Lydia was in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. Colleen did the same, but when the lights went out, she kept vigil all night. She wasn't sure what was going on; still, she was certain that SOMETHING was. In the morning, they dressed in preparation for seeing a few things that they had wanted to see. Leaving the hotel, they hailed a cab.
"Where to, ladies?" the cabby inquired, cheerily
"The OReilly farm" Lydia stated
His face changed; he stopped the car.
"I'm ...sorry. I can't go there."
With no further explaination, he opened the door.
The ladies tried again, with the same result. Lost and confused, they were pleased when a young man driving a white sedan asked if they needed a ride. They got in.
"OReilly farm" Lydia repeated, once they'd been seated.
"I'm taking you to the airport." The driver responded.
"No, we're going..."
Colleen put a hand on her arm. Then the driver spoke.
"My name is Ian MacLachlin. I'm with the Home Secretaries' Office. I've been dispatched to deliver you...safely...to the airport. "
"And if that is not part of our plans?" responded Colleen.
"Then I'm prepared to complete my mission in whatever manner necessary."
"Then, the airport it is."
They were dropped at the curb.
"It's not like you to give up so easily" Lydia observed
"True." Colleen replied "Which way is it to the car rentals?
With the aide of a GPS, and in spite of a few miscues, driving on the wrong side, they found their way to the farm. With the key the solicitor gave them, they let themselves in. Stepping inside, they took in what they saw. The first thing they noticed was how austere it was. No central heat, no air conditioning, appliances or even a TV. There was a single electric lightbulb, supplemented by oil lamps. The next thing apparent was that the place had been torn completely apart. But, by whom? Scotlanf Yard, to be sure. The FBI? Or was it the IRA? Walls had been torn apart, boards ripped from the floor, every space as big as a shoebox opened to view.
They didn't spend long there. It was too depressing. They did walk the land- lovely rolling green hills. Colleen understood why Sean loved this place, why it drew him back, again and again. Their walk ended at a small family burial plot. There, front and center was a small, plain, stone.
"SEAN SHAMUS O'REILLY 1945-2010 "
Above the words were a Celtic cross.
They looked at the simple grave for a time.
"May I...have a moment?"
"Uh, of course" Lydia stammered, then walked away.
After she left, Colleen knelt by the grave. By the stone, she lay a bouquet she had purchased at the airport. As tears filled her eyes, she spoke, as if she were speaking to her Sean:
"There was a time when men were kind
And their voices were soft And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time when it all went wrong...
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high, when life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made, and used, and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
But the Tigers come at night
With their voice as soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame
She knelt closer to the grave...
You slept a Summer by my side
You filled my days with endless wonder
You took my childhood in your stride
But you were gone when Autumn came...
Still, I dream you'll come to me
That we will live our years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather...
As the tears left Colleens eyes, she realized that she was not alone. A tiny woman, all in black stood beside her. Colleen instantly recognized it as Sean's mother.
"I'll be there soon." She stated, as if this were a verifiable fact.
"With your son?"
"Sean is not dead."
K.C. was restless. It was hot, and humid, and there was no sleep for her tonight. So, she rose, and slipped on a sheer robe, and quietly left the room. She walked in the moonlight, until she found the hot tub. At around three thirty, the tub was deserted. K.C. dropped her robe, and slipped into the warm water. As soon as she did, all the stress left her body, and the effects of the alcohol kicked in. She turned on the bubbles, and settled in. It was a warm, pleasant feeling- like being back in the womb. The sheer pleasantness of it all had her closing her eyes, and touching herself absently. She lay there some time, laying in the warm water, and playing with her sex. After maybe a half hour, she detected a scent. It was a wild, exotic smell. Opening her eyes, K.C. saw the Cheetah female standing in front of her.
"So, we meet again..." She smiled as she spoke
What happened next surprised her. The Cheetah thrust her pelvis forward, and grabbing the back of K.C.'s head, she forced her mouth to her sex. Confused, and a little drunk, she began to lick it. The Cheetah moaned, urging her on...
"Fuck me...fuck me with your tongue, Bitch!"
Now, K.C. has had experiences with girls. In High School, she had played sexy games with her girlfriends at slumber parties. And, when she broke up with Bull, Colleen took her in, and they did things. This, was different. K.C. would play with girls, but she did it for affection. Here, there was no pretense of love. It was pure sex, plain and simple. There was not even a request. The cat was strong and gamey. Her sex did not smell like the other girls she had encountered. The Cheetah rode her hard, forcing her muzzle completely inside. Her claws dug into K.C.'s back. K.C., at this point, just wanted to be done. She licked harder.
"No..." the Cheetah hissed "Not so fast. I want to ENJOY this..."
Though her face was still in the big cat, the little Cocker was not doing well. All of the nights drinks were in her throat, when she felt the cat dig her claws deeply in her back, and clench her head in her powerful thighs. The moment she felt the grip loosen, she pushed her away, only to see Jack, standing in the moonlight.
Felicia smiled, as she saw Kendo stride confidently into the Department of Mathematics at Princeton.
"He's looking for you, you know"
"Let him wait."
"I think this might be important"
"Well, if you think so..."
"Him" was Doctor Maxwell 'Max' Hoffman, the well loved head of the department. Everyone in the department liked and respected him; it made the department a nice place to work. But, nothing lasts forever. It was well known that Hoffman would be retiring. The office was rife with rumors of who the replacement would be. It was well known that several professors regarded themselves as Hoffman's heir apparent
"Come in, Kendo; I figured your lovely wife could convince you to join me."
Hoffman was laughing; Kendo's avoidance of department meetings was well known.
Hoffman lit his pipe, and got up from his desk.
"Like you ignore the smoking ban?" Kendo quipped back.
"We think alike. I've noticed that. Neither of us has time for petty rules, or petty politics. That's why I've decided to nominate you as my replacement."
Kendo sat back, stunned
"I...I'm honored. But, Dr. Hoffman, there are so many more qualified than me..."
Hoffman waved his hand.
"Please...'Max'...You know, Kendo, I never believed in seniority. All it does is make you comfortable. You're smart, talented, a great teacher. You have the respect of you colleagues, human and hybrid. You can run this place. More importantly, I think you'll view the job as I did."
"I'll need to talk to my family"
"I understand. I expect you to. Take the rest of the afternoon off. Tomorrow night, I'm announcing my choice at a department cocktail party"
"But...I need to talk to my family..." he protested.
"Felicia's a smart girl. She'll tell you to take the job"
Hoffman chuckled, as Kendo left the office.
"What was that about?" Felicia asked, with cat-like curiosity.
"Come on, we got the afternoon off."
They stopped to pick up their daughter at day care. Her name was Azuka, but she was always known as 'Zooks'. It had just been that way.
"Hey, Zooks" Kendo greeted as she jumped into his arms "Hows the Woolyburger?'
That was another knickname. Zooks was as slender and feminine as her mother, but she had the wild, wolfish coat of her father. Especially after a bath, she looked like a big ball of fuzz.
"Daddy has some big news. How about if we all go to dinner?"
"YAY! Burber King!"
Zooks had a bit of a speech impediment. It was receiving treatment, but she still had a issue or two. Like the 'rg' combination. Felicia found it cute all the same.
It was a short drive to the BK. Zooks always got the same thing. A hamburger, with nothing on it. Felicia winced at the thought, but Zooks loved them. When they were settled in, Felicia broke the ice.
"So, Daddy, what's the big news ?"
"Well, Hoffman asked me if I'd like to be his hand picked replacement..."
"KENDO!"
Felicia jumped up, and gave her husband a big hug.
"I'm so proud! You'll be the best department head ever!"
Kendo smiled
"He said you'd feel that way..."
"Well, he's a very smart man! For knowing you, AND knowing me...
"Mommy?"
"What dear?"
"My fwend Elaine is going to visit her gwandparents. Why don't I have gwandparents?"
Felicia looked at Kendo, who was looking back at Felicia.
"I knew this was going to come up" she thought.
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*CHAPTER 14: THE MOTHER
Introduction: The sexual adventures of a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960s. Chapter 12 turned out not to be the last, because two more chapters were needed to deal with the sister and the mother of Melanie, the girl from Chapter 12. Chapter 13 recounted the sex with her sister. Now Chapter 14, and last, covers the final adventure.*
Chapter 13 closed on the Sunday morning of my weekend with Miranda. She and I had that night together, but I have described my experience with her sufficiently. Perhaps because of its sweetness and my sense of the end of an era in my life, I have been looking forward to writing about my time with Joanna.
Melanie ran me back to the school after my two nights with her sister. Melanie and I could not have intercourse because she was still periodic. But she promised she would collect me again the next Saturday evening, and then we would see.
However, it was not Melanie but Joanna who was driving when the car pulled up beside me. As I got in beside her, she switched off the engine, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, 'Bad news, I'm afraid. From your point of view, anyway. Mel has gone to Oxford. Her boyfriend begged her to take him back, and she decided to give him another chance. I told her you would understand.'
'Of course,' I said. 'I hope they make a go of it.'
'That partly depends on whether he's willing to make love as she tells him.'
I made no comment, and she went on, 'Manda got an invitation to spend a weekend a few miles away with a young man she met recently. I urged her to go, because I think she rather likes him. So, you'd probably like to stay here, or do something else this weekend.'
Was that a question or a statement? I said, 'You know, Joanna, what I'd really like is to go home with you.'
'Well,' she said, 'Of course, you're welcome. The weather is good. We could have some walks, and I can cook some nice meals, probably better than the ones you get here.'
'Those things would be good,' I said, 'But I was hoping we might get closer than walking and eating together.'
She shot a glance at me, looked away and said, 'What do you mean?'
I said, 'You know what I mean.'
She looked me in the face intently. 'You don't mean it.'
I picked up her hand from her lap and held it. 'You know I do mean it.'
'But I'm an old woman, fat and past it.' She was, however, beginning to tremble and her voice was quavery.
I put down her hand and made to slip my hand under the hem of her cashmere jumper.
'What are you doing?' She asked.
'I'm trying to get my hand up your sweater, because I want to feel your breasts.'
'You mustn't do that,' she said, but her trembling increased.
'Would you like me to, though?' I asked and persisted with the sweater.
She said nothing, but did not prevent me, and she didn't pull away when I leaned across the handbrake to kiss her. Her lips were full, soft and responsive.
My hand burrowed under the lower edge of a bra-cup and was soon clasping a full, heavy breast, and relishing the big, stiffening nipple.
Suddenly I realised her bosom was actually heaving in my grasp, and she withdrew her mouth, because tears were running down her cheeks.
'Oh, Joanna,' I said, 'I didn't want to upset you.' I withdrew my hand.
'You have no idea how long it is since someone did anything like that,' she sobbed. 'Since someone wanted me.'
'I want you very much,' I said. 'Your girls are delightful and I loved being with them, but you are a mature, beautiful woman. I have thought so much about you since we met.'
'You really do mean it?'
'You know I do.'
'Since Geoffrey left, only one man wanted me, and he just used me. I felt nothing.'
I ran my hand up under her tweed skirt. In those days, before tights or pantyhose, the hand slipped over the stocking and came onto bare thigh, and encountered the suspenders. In some positions these actually held open the knicker-leg, the elastic of which came next.
As my hand reached her thigh, Joanna trapped it through the skirt and said, 'You mustn't go in there.'
'Why not? Are you having your period?'
'Oh no,' she said, 'All that's over. It's just rather wet.'
'Wonderful!' I said, 'It shows you're excited.'
'Geoffrey used to say it was like diving into a swimming pool.'
'But I'm longing to dive in,' I said, and I pressed on with my hand, to find that her ribbed knickers were, indeed, soaking. Then I slipped my fingers in and found them enmeshed in slippery wet hair.
Her trembling became shuddering as I probed about in her vulva.
'You'd better stop,' she said, 'Or I'll have an organasm.'
I had homed in on her clitoris and she was writhing with the pleasure of it.
'Why not?' I said, 'It would be delightful,' and I caressed that little, or not so little, spur nestling at the top of the forested, flooded vulva.
She reached for me, clamped her lips to mine and rocked her pelvis back and forth, shaking, and panting though her nose, till she went rigid and let out a long, deep sigh.
Fortunately, there had been no traffic or pedestrians along that twilit lane.
As she calmed, I removed my hand, which was well coated in her sweet goo, and she said, 'I told you I got wet. I used to be very quick like that, too. Geoffrey didn't like that. He wanted to finish first himself, and I could come along afterwards, provided he went on with my cloritis. But he got bored with that, and I had to do it myself. He didn't like that, either. Eventually he didn't go into me at all. He mansturbated on me.'
Her daughters' amusing versions of sexual terminology clearly originated with their mother, as they had told me. But if the language was amusing, the account of her marital intercourse was not.
'I gather Geoffrey left and moved in with his mistress,' I said.
'Yes, he did. He said she was tighter and didn't squelch. Of course, she was half my age, and hadn't had two children.'
'Since then you've had to take care of yourself, then.'
'Yes, but it's not so good. Mind you, Geoffrey had stopped paying attention well before he went, so the monsturbating started earlier.' I liked 'mons-turbating,' which was clearly the term for female self-help, while, suitably, 'mans-turbating' covered male activity.
'Joanna, I'm desperate to go into you, and I want to attend to your clitoris for as long as you can keep coming.'
'We'd best get off home, then,' she said, smiling, but as we motored she proposed we took our time, had a meal, relaxed and then settled for the night. I readily agree. But I also asked if I could see her bottom before she started and a petticoat and there were the damp, beige-coloured viyella knickers, tight over the bulging cheeks.
Eagerly I pulled the knickers down and rejoiced at the size and roundedness. I stroked and licked with a fierce tenderness.
'Geoffrey said I had an arse like a donkey. He thought it was funny to say I had the arse of an ass.'
'What you have,' I said, 'Is the magnificent arse of a voluptuous woman, and I'm longing to enter you under it.'
'Geoffrey never did that. I don't think he ever thought of it, and he wouldn't have wanted so. But now I'm going to pop upstairs and tidy up.'
She stood and took the knickers off, and I took them from her and buried my nose in them. The musky, salty, vaginal scent was, as I said, 'Intoxicating.'
'None ever said that about my pants before,' she said, taking them and smiling.
She stood close to me, looking up and smiling, and a great tenderness swept through me. Her abundant pepper-and-salt coloured hair hung round her face. Her dark eyes had crow's feet at the corners and her lips were wide and dark red, without make-up. I was moved that this wonderful, mature woman was willing, no keen, to let me make love to her, admire her, pay tribute to her ripe beauty. I took her in my arms for a long, patient kiss.
Without haste she cooked us a light dinner, and we drank our coffee in the sitting-room. Then I washed up while she went upstairs to the bathroom. I felt exultant, a little daunted at the challenge of giving satisfaction to a woman who apparently came easily but had had no lover for a decade or more.
Upstairs I entered the third bedroom I had been in and found her sitting in a silk dressing-gown on the edge of a double-bed with the covers neatly folded back. It was warm and there was a scent of talcum power.
'Let me watch you undress,' she said, 'I haven't seen a naked man for so long I've almost forgotten what one looks like.'
Facing her, close to, I slowly took off my clothes. She stood and ran her hands over my chest and stomach, turned me round and ran them down my back. She patted my bum, turned me back, and said shyly, 'May I?' Taking my half-erected cock in her hand. Of course it became fully hard as she gently squeezed it.
'May I?' I asked, loosening the belt of the gown, and she nodded.
She was bare-breasted but wearing clean knickers. She said, 'I was getting wet again, you see.'
I took the gown off her and we embraced and kissed. When that stopped, she said, 'You could go into me, but it may a bit loose.'
Gently I manoeuvred her backwards onto the bed and stood back to enjoy the view.
Her heavy breasts flattened a little and hung outwards. The dark red nipples were long and the areolas enormous. Her stomach was rounded, her navel deep. Beneath, lay that dark, tangled jungle, with the half-hidden glen into which the intrepid traveller might venture.
I knelt on the bed and spread her legs, watching her vulva. The lips parted a little. Her entrance was clear, and, yes, oozing. I lay down between her legs and applied my lips to her dark-red, out-turned. They tasted of soap, musk and salt.
'Ooh! That's so nice!' She said wonderingly. 'But isn't it a bit, well, disgusting?'
Removing my mouth a moment, I said, 'No, indeed. You've had a wash and it's a privilege to do it, and very exciting if the lady enjoys it.'
'That's what you did with my little Melanie, isn't it?' She asked.
'Yes. But I've only just started. I want to suck your lovely clit, like this.' I wrapped my lips round the top of the crease and sought the clitoris with my tongue.
'So soft!' She said. 'Oh! That's lovely. I didn't know this could happen.'
Her clitoris was tumescent but pointing down the vulva, which meant I could suck it out of the labial folds, and slip my tongue-tip under its little glans. She responded instantly, lifting her mons and trembling in anticipation of orgasm. I quickly thrust three fingers into her vagina, and after at most two minutes, as the trembling increased, she said, 'The feeling's coming. It's nearly - ooooh!'
I rested my cheek on her stomach. She stroked my hair and made little murmuring sounds, and after a while said, 'That's different from monsturbating. Much nicer. Don't you want to go into my vangina now?'
'Not yet,' I said, 'There's plenty of time for that. Meantime I'm wondering if you can come again.'
'Oh yes,' she said, 'I can usually do several organasms.'
I resumed my attentions to her vulva, and slowly moving to her clitoris, which had relaxed a little but soon came erect again. This time she came even more quickly, and, I guessed, more intensely.
By now she was extravagantly wet and my face was covered in that, salty, slightly ammoniac, yet almost sweet, glaze, and I reached for her knickers to wipe myself, and her.
'Please go into me now,' she said. 'I would like you to be in there.'
I was soon leaning over her and feeling for her entry with my penis end. It slipped in and slid all the way.
'Is it too big?' She asked. 'Does it hold you enough?'
'If this is swimming,' I said, 'Let me never stop. Yes, it's a bit loose, but there are many ways of dealing with that.'
'Tell me what to do,' she said.
'Well, you can put your hand down over your entrance and let me go through your fingers. Yes, like that. One of the joys of that is that you're going to make me come. Yes, move your hand like that round me.'
'Geoffrey would never have asked me to do this,' she said.
'More fool he.'
'Are you going to "come"? That's the word, isn't it?' She asked.
'That's right, and I am going to come, yes. Do that with your hand. Yes, just like that. That's delicious.'
'You're getting even harder. Does that mean you're coming?'
'Yes!' I shouted. 'Now!' And I thrust through her hand, deep into her cunt. It felt as if I were emptying into a warm, health-giving, well.
'That was so exciting,' she said. 'I was really doing it, wasn't I? I could feel you coming with my fingers, and then it was happening inside me.'
I slipped out of her, slid myself down the bed, and once again felt for her clit with my lips and tongue, taking her by surprise. Till, as I had suspected would happen, the stimulus of my coming brought her erect, and she was ready yet again to come, and did so with a gurgling cry.
'That's all I can do for now,' she said. 'But can you come again? Geoffrey never did it twice at one time. Occasionally he did it night and morning, but that was all.'
'I need to rest a little now,' I said, 'But I haven't forgotten about going into you from the back. In a while the sight of your bottom will get me ready again.'
'Do you know,' she said, 'This is a bit like being a virgin again. I feel as if what I did with Geoffrey didn't count really. Of course it brought me my lovely girls, but I always felt there must be more than what he and I did together. He seemed almost angry when he did it, as if he resented wanting me at all. Perhaps he didn't want me, but he wanted sex. What he wanted in the end, apparently, was that girl in London.'
We settled into a loose embrace and talked a little. Then fell asleep, and when I woke up I was looking into her eyes, which were full of affection.
'Joanna,' I said, 'I can't think of a greater joy than to wake up like this.'
'Are you ready again, then?' She laughed. 'I think you are. You just looked at my boosooms and went hard.'
'Are you ready again, too?' I asked.
'I think I might be,' she said.
'Well, talking of your boosooms,' I said, 'I've neglected them so far, but they might like some attention,' and I moved down the bed to bring my mouth to the left one, while my left hand sought out the right nipple.
Both nipples speedily erected and she said, 'I never realised the tongue was so useful for making love.'
I stopped sucking a moment. 'Don't tell me Geoffrey didn't suck your nipples.'
'Obviously I don't need to tell you that. He would have thought that was for babies.'
'You have the most amazing nipples,' I said, 'So long and hard. Delicious.'
'Geoffrey -' she began.
'Geoffrey didn't like them. Yes? He wouldn't have. They were too big and frightening,' I suggested.
'In the end he wanted me to keep my bra on,' she told me.
'Aha!' I said, feeling into her vulva, 'You're beginning to flow again. So, good-bye boosooms for now.'
I wriggled down to get my mouth to her clit again, and caressed it with my lips. It swelled between them, and within two minutes she was on the brink of orgasm.
'Wait a minute,' she panted. 'If you go in from the back and I touch my cloritis I shall come and we could do it together, couldn't we? That would be so good.'
She was soon on her knees, head down, offering her extravagant spread of bottom.'
Between those abundant cheeks her whole cleavage was glistening with love-juice, and her vagina was open. As I brought my penis to it, she reached back with a hand between her legs to guide me in, and as I skated home she tucked a couple of fingers in alongside.
'If I do this I can feel you come and rub my cloritis at the same time,' she said.
No further suggestion was needed. I eased in and out slowly, and she moved her hand a little back and forth, so her fingers slid against my cock, and, I could feel, against her clit.
'Are you coming?' She asked. 'I'm coming. Come with me!'
She jabbed her fingers in as I delved into her depths. My semen burst forth as she clenched her bottom in another orgasm.
We collapsed sideways and lay panting, still joined. She withdrew her fingers and moved her hand to hold me as I shrank and slipped out. This was curiously comforting. She was certainly using her imagination and extending her experience.
'That was very wonderful,' she said, 'Coming together like that. So much I didn't know about. When you said you wanted me I hardly dared hope we could do things like this.'
'Joanna,' I said, 'You are not only learning fast but becoming a superb lover. It is such a delight to be making love with you.'
We were now both spent for the moment, so slept again.
We didn't make love when we woke, knowing we had a day and a night, without discussion agreeing to save ourselves for later.
We walked, ate, drank coffee, then ate, drank coffee, walked, drank tea, ate dinner. It rained on us in the afternoon, but we were glowing with enjoyment of our time together and hardly noticed.
Soon enough we were back in her bedroom, and I was undressing her, relishing the removal of every garment. As I undressed, she lay on the bed and said, 'Before my menopause I used to get even wetter. I was ashamed about it, but now I'm not.'
'Quite right,' I said, 'It's part of being a woman, a woman being herself with a man.'
'Look,' she said, 'It's already coming out of me. I can feel my vangina getting ready, and I would very much like it to make you come without my hand.'
'You shall, Cinders,' I said. 'Let me lie on my back and you straddle me.'
We moved suitably and she said, 'Like this?'
'Yes. Get your cunt over my cock, lower yourself and guide me.'
'I think that's a very rude word, isn't it? I've never used it, but now I'm going to say it, because it makes me feel very sexual. I've got a cunt. I'm going to put you into my cunt. You're going to come in my cunt. Here you go, into my cunt.'
'Oh, that's perfect,' I said, 'Deep in your cunt. It's so hot and wet. I feel as if my whole body is inside you.'
'Shall I go up and down, like this?' She asked.
'Yes, but lean back a little. Like that, yes. That makes you a bit tighter, and I can also get my fingers to your clit, like this.'
'So you can,' she said. 'I've never been on top of a man, like this. It makes me feel as if I'm in control. I can go up and down and take you into and out of my cunt. Oh yes, that's nice, your holding my bottom, as well.'
'You are in control, Joanna,' I said. 'You can make me cum like that. But it would be good if you came, too. So, tell me if I'm touching your clit the right way, and then tell me if you're going to come, and clench your bottom, and I'll come.'
'That's another word I like, "clit." Short for "clitoris," then, not "cloritis" at all
'Whatever it's called,' I said, 'It's a gem. It's big and hard and I love it.'
'It loves you. And it's going to come. Yes, it is. I want to go faster, is that right? I'm sure it is. Clenching my bottom now! That feels right. Here I come. I'm coming! Are you coming? Yes, yes, I can feel you in my cunt.'
I clutched her bottom tight and she leant further back as the orgasm rocked her, and we rode the wave for a long moment, till she collapsed onto my chest and we lay panting.
At last she said, 'It's a shame you're falling out. I can feel your spermen running out, too. I'm proud I could make you cum with my cunt like that.'
'I would guess Geoffrey was a one-position only man, I said.
'That's right. He wouldn't have wanted me to be in control.'
'You were in cuntrol,' I said. 'A new word.'
Her breasts were squeezed between us, the hard nipples pressing into my chest, and that sealed a time of such happiness I felt tearful. So when she raised her head to look into my face she said, 'Oh dear, your expression is so sad. Is something wrong?'
'On the contrary,' I said, 'Everything is perfect.'
And, indeed it was, and continued so, for the rest of the weekend, for the next weekend, and for all the weekends that I was not on duty, for the rest of the year. There were even a few times when one or other of the daughters were also at home, and without any awkwardness and with their blessing, Joanna and I enjoyed each other to the full.
Once more, and for the last time, then, I will describe a last encounter. My last love-making with Joanna. And it was love that we were making, for we had confessed as much, so that I had even taken the final step and proposed. I had a pleasant vision of our settling into a country cottage not too far from the grammar school I would be teaching in. But she had tactfully refused. There was not only an age difference but also there were practical problems. If she remarried Geoffrey's liberal allowance would vanish and she did not relish having to live on and assist her daughters out of a teacher's salary. The car would have to go for a start. Further, she would not find such a life sufficiently interesting, since we would not be in bed all the time, and even that might pall eventually.
I gained a place on a teacher training course at a northern university (another reason for Joanna's reluctance to splice the knot), and gave a term's notice. So, in September I travelled from my parents' house and she picked me up from the nearest station.
We were relaxed together, regretful that we must part, but reconciled to doing so. The girls were absent, firmly affianced by this time and in employment in London.
Our love-making was unhurried, more compassion than passion, but after she had come four times clitorally and I had come within her, she said, 'You know, there is one last thing. You have so often drunk my comings, but I have never drunk yours. You have filled my cunt but not my mouth. I have absorbed you into my womb, but not into my stomach. Is it possible to suck your spermen out of you?'
I assured her that it certainly was, and that that would be a wonderful last event, and I lay on my back and she positioned herself to receive my penis between her lips. Her breasts rested against my stomach. She held my cock and took it into her mouth, resting it on her tongue. Then, tentatively at first, she moved her head up and down. My penis slid back and forth between her teeth or was pouched within a cheek. She sucked and licked with fervour and quite soon I was patting her shoulder to indicate I was about to come.
She sucked still harder and I spunked abundantly. She gulped and gulped, lips tight round my shaft to prevent leakage, and the whole ejaculate went down. Then she withdrew her mouth and slurped up any last residue.
'Now I have you inside me again and anew,' she said. 'You will go into my blood and all round my body. Some of you will always now be in me, through my vangina and throat.'
Next day she ran me to the station. We kissed decorously and shook hands.
My life changed. A few months later I was a secondary teacher.
Of course, my sexual adventures continued. Perhaps I will record them in due course.
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This is the third installment of a series about a beautiful middle-aged woman who, in a weak moment after taking her first dose of medical marijuana had a lusty serendipity fuck session with an eighteen-yearld jock. She was so amazed at how she enjoyed the erotic experience that afterwards, they trade cell numbers for arranging another session. This installment, she texts him and hot sex results. Do read the first two chapters. This one stands alone but the first two are a horny read I think you will enjoy.
Matt
My cell beeps. A text has arrived.
"Hi Matt. This is Ann. Kimmie is going on a holiday to Europe with her father, my ex. Why don't you come over on Saturday night? I've missed you."
Whew, I was pretty sure she would contact me when she asked for my number the morning after our fuckfest. I'm just surprised the horny lady took a week. She likely thought I'd call first but I've dated her daughter Kimmie a couple of nights and visited my new university. It's a busy time.
Ann
It took all my nerve to send that text. I've been battling within myself as to whether I should hook up with Matt again. It's not like me to have sex with an eighteen-yearld boy. My mother taught me better. But that hot sex session we had was beyond amazing. It was an accident. I wasn't seducing the boy like some trampy cougar. I just happened to take my first, new, medical marijuana prescription pill and got all horny with it. He, an amazing male specimen, happened to want to chat in private. It was pure chance, forgivable. But, I knew if I contacted him again it won't be an accident. I would be the slut. But Matt has rocked my world. I'm wearing out my vibrator every night fantasizing about his muscular body and amazing sexual equipment. I just need more, or I'll go batty. I've posted my profile on a dating website. When I have a man my age to be with, this obsession about sex with this young man will hopefully stop. I hope.
Matt
Let's have a little fun here with the prim and proper, Mrs. Young who wants to get laid. I'll text her back a few instructions. Hmmm. What would I like her to wear? I've got it. Something like my hot high school history teacher wears.
Text to Ann
"Sounds like a plan. Do me a favor. Wear a white blouse and dark skirt with high heels. That's a turnn for me."
Ann
What a cheeky boy. I wonder what those clothes are all about. Hell, I'll be asking a few favors from him too. How long will that blouse and skirt be on, anyway. I want him getting anything sex-wise he needs from me and knowing everything is on the menu. That will keep him coming back.
Text to Matt
"Of course Matt, whatever you want."
Matt, Thursday, the day before the big meet-up.
It's been five days since I made the date with Mrs. Young. A lot has happened since. I'm falling hard for Kimmie, her daughter. We've gone out the last three nights before her trip. She's such a super person and a great fuck, the full meal deal. I even promised her last night I wouldn't go out with other girls. We are a unit. She's even applied and been accepted at my new university. I'm really going to be faithful and not fuck up like last time.
I'd love to go over tomorrow and fuck Mrs. Young but I just can't do it. My problem is that if I disappoint her, she might out me with Kimmie and ruin our relationship. That, I don't want. But I have a plan.
Brad Simpson is a new friend of mine. He's a good-looking rugby player that got an athletic scholarship like me to the same university. His high school is across town and we even played rugby against each other. I told him about lusty Mrs. Young and my booty call with her. He agreed to go with me and do a switch where he takes over from me and I leave. It's the way I can stay true to Kimmie and her mom gets what she wants, sex with a young guy.
Ann on Saturday
On my lunch hour on Friday, I had a great time shopping for a new bra and panty set. It's a push up bra that makes my breasts spill over with a sexy deep cleavage. It opens conveniently at the front. I got a surge of adrenaline when I envisioned Matt undoing it. The panties are a Brazilian style, wider all around than a thong, but very sexy. The crotch has a see-through mesh that shows my pubic hair through it. Matt was so taken with my pubes. I thought it was a good idea to shows them off. The bra and panty set are a matching deep purple with red lace trim, classy and sexy.
I've been fixating on this night since we exchanged texts. Yesterday, I even went to a salon for a manicure and also a waxing of my pubic hair down there. I wanted just a small amount of hair waxed off on the sides in front. They call this a bikini waxing. That leaves lots for the young man to run his fingers through. More importantly I needed her to wax all the hair on my lower girlie parts and especially around my anus. I hope Matt wants to go down on me and a clean runway would make it more attractive.
The white satin blouse and black skirt I had for my business attire. But the skirt was too long and loose around my hips. It's not appropriate to wear tight skirts at the office nowadays. So, I went out and bought a tight one a few sizes smaller that showed my butt nicely in the store mirror. The hem is a tarty six inches above my knees. My work skirts are a more conservative length. I've been feeling so sexy as I get ready for another amazing session. I'm so looking forward to this.
He'll be here in about a half hour. I'm showered and dressed. The fridge has beer. I have hard liquor if he wants. My nerves are all abuzz. I took a medical marijuana capsule a half hour ago. If it's like the other night, it should kick my libido in soon. My goodness, I felt so horny before taking it, who knows how much the grass will boost my senses further. I'll open another button on my blouse. He liked to look at my cleavage. This push-up bra is so slutty. What would mom say? Hell, I've decided to be a slut for Matt, so I'll go all the way. When he's off to university, it's back to my conservative life and finding a man my age. Why not have some guilty, secret fun?
I hope I didn't put on too much makeup. When he saw me last, I had none. I want him to see me at my best this time. The bright red lipstick is so sexy.
Matt should be here soon. Oh damn, I should go upstairs and put on some perfume.
Matt and Brad outside.
Matt
"Here is her place. Now remember bro, just go with the flow. At nine o'clock, my buddy will be calling me and I'll tell her a big story that I have to leave for a short time while you stay. Later, I'll call her and say I'll be a lot later. You'll be alone with her. She's the only older woman that I've been with but she was so horny for a fucking and so easy. Just treat her like your other chicks."
Brad says, "Dude this is amazing. You are amazing. We are going to have a blast in university."
I say, "Wait 'till you see her. She is very beautiful. I'll ring the bell."
Ann
There's the doorbell. My heart is racing, and my head is swimming. The grass buzz has hit me.
Hi Matt, great to see you. Oh my, and who is your friend?
Brad
Holy shit, this lady is a knockout. Beautiful face, long perfect hair, nice boobs and shapely hips. The full package. Can this be happening? She is certainly dressed to impress, just how Matt told her, blouse and skirt with high heels. Look at that cleavage. I'm a breast man and those look so good. Her face is all tarted up with makeup and that dark red lipstick is so slutty.
Fuck, this is really going to happen.
Matt says, "This is my new friend Brad. He's got a rugby scholarship too to the same university. We'll be playing together this fall. He lives on the other side of the city. We even played against each other."
Ann
My goodness, he's as tall as Matt and with an athletic build too. They are in front of me shoulder to shoulder like a high wall of handsome young men. The marijuana makes me giggle at the thought. Ann, get a grip. You are the adult here.
Matt
Look at the way she's giggling like a schoolgirl. She's stoned just like the other night. Kimmie told me she takes medical marijuana. This will be so easy for Brad.
I love the way she dressed just like I said. I'm getting a woodie just looking at her. With that makeup, she looks so young, beautiful and so classy.
Ann stops giggling and puts out a hand to Brad who shakes it.
"I'm Ann."
I say, "I thought the three of us could chill for a bit and then Brad would head out."
Ann replies, "Of course Matt, that's okay. Let's go downstairs to the rec room."
I say, "But first give me a hug like your glad to see me."
She hesitates and looks guilty at Brad.
I continue, "Don't worry about Brad, I already told him we are lovers. He lives way across town and doesn't know Kimmie or any of her crowd. Your secret is perfectly safe."
She smiles in relief and comes into my arms. Our lips meet. Her lipstick tastes of perfume. I grab her ass, our lips part. She tenses a bit at my groping but resumes kissing and relaxes.
I say loudly, "There's that sweet ass. That great ass I love to hold." I like Brad to hear my dirty talk so he knows I'm the man.
Ann blushes and says, "You naughty boy. What will Bad think of me?"
"He'll think you are the hot sexy woman that you are. Okay, I admit it. I wanted to show you off to impress him and make me look good. You caught me."
She smiles and gives me a light slap on the cheek and says, "You naughty boy."
Ann
Matt is so immature but the last thing I want to do is piss him off. Who cares what this other boy thinks? If Matt want to show me off like I'm his tart, it's all good.
I say boldly with the help of the weed, "Hell you don't need me to look good. You are an incredible guy that any girl would be lucky to be with. I feel very lucky."
Matt says happily, "That's what I like to hear."
I step back and say, "Okay boys down these stairs."
These high heels make it tricky to go downstairs but that's what he wanted. The boys are behind me as we descend.
At the bottom I say, "You guys make yourselves comfortable. What would you like to drink, beer, or...?"
Matt says, "Beer is great, any kind is fine."
Brad agrees, "Same for me."
Brad
As she goes up the stairs her ass swivels so sexily. That slutty tight skirt shows off her bum so nicely.
I turn and whisper to Matt, holy fuck man, she's even more beautiful than you said. My God, I've never fucked any girl over twenty. Will she go for me? I don't know."
Matt whispers back, "Like I said, older babes are incredible. They love to fuck and get super horny. You'll see. Don't let her beauty intimidate you. Just dive in there and act like she's lucky you want her. I'll show you how much of a tart she is. Just watch me."
I say, "Thanks bro. This is so fucking radical. I can't believe it."
Matt looks around the semi-dark room for the best place to sit. There is a L shaped sofa at the far corner.
Matt points and says, "Let's sit at the middle V of the sofa with Ann in between us. I'll be beside her and you will be kind of in front of us to the side but close to Ann just the same. It's perfect."
Ann upstairs
Matt looks so good I could almost eat him. I've been getting hornier all week and today I'm vibrating. The smell of him and the taste of his mouth make my body melt. Hopefully Brad will leave soon so I can rip Matt's clothes off. I'll have a beer too. Down I go.
Damn the stairs are even trickier in heels with three beer in your hands. The guys are over there on the sofa.
"Here's your beer guys."
Matt says, "Before you sit down, take a slow twirl. I love that outfit your wearing. It's so sexy. What do you think Brad?"
Brad grins and says, "Yes, it's very sexy."
Matt continues, "Stop right there. I want to see it from behind. There's that sweet ass. Gotta love it."
Brad says, "Beautiful man. Very nice."
They're seeing me just as a sex object on display. Fine. I'm using Matt as my sex object later too. I don't care if he uses me just so long as the lusty fucking happens later. I'm not looking for love.
Matt pats the cushion beside him and Brad and says, "Sit down love."
I sit, and the hem of my skirt rises up to mid-thigh. I'm not used to wearing such a short skirt. I keep my knees tightly together in a lady-like way. Matt places his big, warm hand on my knee. I can see Brad is very focused on my legs. It's nice that young men find me attractive. I do a lot of exercise to keep fit.
Matt says, "Brad, why don't we smoke a joint. You don't mind Ann, do you?"
"No, go ahead."
As they get a joint ready, it gives me a chance to check out Brad. He seems a nice young man with a friendly manner. He's very handsome with light brown hair, high cheek bones and square chin. He's dressed conservatively in slacks and golf T-shirt. He looks like his family has money. As an elite athlete, I'm sure he has a toned body under those clothes like Matt. He surely has no problem with getting girls.
They take a toke each. Brad laughs and says, "Wow, that weed is fucking great." Matt asks me, "Want some?" I nod yes not wanting to look the prude. He inhales, then locks his lips on mine blowing the pungent smoke into my mouth. I take it into my lungs. The effect is almost instantaneous as a wave of pleasure rolls through me.
We all giggle hysterically. Matt gets up and says, "We need some tunes." He goes to our music equipment and plays a nice slow Ballad.
Matt reaches his hand to me and says, "Okay Ann, let's dance."
In my marijuana haze, I seem to float up to him. Our bodies come together, and I rest my cheek on his muscular chest. He wraps his arms around me and I'm in heaven. I float with the music. His hands go to my bum and massage it so wonderfully. It's just him and I in our little bubble. The song ends too soon.
The next song is a fast rock tune and we are laughing and dancing fast and loose.
Matt yells to Brad, "Get up here and dance with us."
He gets up and we dance. They twirl me and I feel hands on my bottom and even my breasts but it all just harmless fun. The action is so fast and my head is in a grass cloud that I don't know which boy is touching my private areas. Hell, it's all harmless fun. Next is another slow song. My head is spinning. I'd like to sit down but Matt says, "Brad, dance with Ann. I have to take a piss." He goes to the stairs and disappears up.
Brad
Ann seems okay with this, so I take her in my arms with my hands on her waist. She lays her head sweetly on my chest. Her flowery perfume is so feminine. I'm getting a huge erection. Should I move my hand to her ass? She's an adult and my social training doesn't include feeling asses of grown women. But she's acting so loose with Matt. Its hard not to let her maturity and beauty intimidates me. Fuck it, I'll do it. I hold her ass.
Ann
Oh heavens, Brad just put his hand on my bum. What should I do? What should I say? Hell, it's harmless. These boys likely dance like this all the time. Oh shit, there's his other hand. Best to keep quiet. I don't want to make a scene.
He whispers brazenly, "Matt's so right, you have a great ass."
He massages deeply. Matt will be back soon. That will end this. I don't have to be a party pooper and remove his hands.
Brad
Her body is snug to mine. She must feel my erection and know how she's turning me on.
I say, "Matt is such a lucky guy to be with an attractive woman like you. I think you can feel how sexy you are making me feel."
She says in a sexy voice, "I'll take that as a compliment Brad. It's okay to feel my bum but please stop when you hear Matt coming back."
Ann
This young man's strong hands working on my bum is so naughty but so nice. Being held by an athletic jock is very erotic. My pussy is waking up.
Brad takes my hand and moves it to his hard erection and says, "See how you are turning me on."
I take my hand away but not before checking its substantial length and girth.
This isn't good. I tell him, "No Brad. I'm with Matt. Be a good boy."
Thankfully the song ends and Matt returns. We sit.
Matt turns to me and we kiss. His hand cups my breast. I'm shy that Brad is seeing this but as Matt pleasures my breast and kisses me so passionately, I forget he's even here.
Brad
Look at her. No modesty. She is groaning as he plays with her tits. Her legs are splayed wide as they kiss, and I can see high up her legs almost to her panties. Matt told me she has a hairy beaver. I'd love to see that.
Ann
Our lips part and I realize Brad is with us. The grass and beer are making me get carried away. I straighten my blouse.
Brad says, "Could I have another beer?"
I nod yes and go upstairs. In the kitchen, I grip the side of the counter to steady myself. My emotions are running wild. The marijuana and being with those young studs is such a turn on. My body feels so sensuous and alive. I shouldn't have smoked more. It puts crazy, sexy ideas in my head about Brad. I'm sure he is perfect and beautiful under those clothes like Matt. It makes me feel good that he finds me attractive. All good, but I want him to leave so I can be with Matt. My pussy is on fire.
Brad downstairs
"Matt, I was groping her ass while we danced, and she let me. She even said it was okay."
Matt says, "She is getting very horny buddy. This is going the way I planned. It's almost nine, time for our call. Can you take over from here when I leave?"
Brad says, "I think so. Hell, I know so."
Matt continues, "I'll tell her I'll be back in twenty minutes. Then I'll call back later and say it'll be four hours. She'll be so horny by then, she'll be ripping your clothes off. Shh, here she comes."
Ann comes forward with two beers and hands them to us.
Matt chirps up, "Hey give us another little sexy twirl and show off that sexy body.
Ann
I turn slowly like the last time and remember to stop to show my bottom like Matt wanted.
Matt jumps up and puts on a sexy rap song with a strong beat.
He shouts lewdly, "Here's some music for you, baby. Dance for us. Twerk that bottom totally sexy like. Give us a show."
The grass and my very needy libido are affecting my behavior. None of my friends would believe this as I bend over and twirl my butt to the heavy beat towards the boys. Oh, sweet Mary, here I am a forty something business executive, dancing for two young men. And yet I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I wanted an erotic experience tonight and I've got one.
I swing my bottom in a circular motion as the boys shout their approval.
Matt shouts over the music, "Turn around baby."
I turn and see them both cheering and eating my body up with their eyes. I rotate my hips as close to a belly dance as I can manage. My God, I feel so sexy. I dip my chest unasked and let them see down my blouse, to my breasts spilling over the push-up bra. Brad is holding the tent in the front if his slacks with a lusty look on his face. When he sees me looking over at him, he moves his hand away quickly with a guilty look on his face. I could just eat the horny young man up.
Matt yells, "Show us some leg."
I grasp the hem of my skirt. The boys cheer. I lift to my upper thigh. They yell for more. I shift the skirt higher. It is just below my panties. In the heat of the moment I remember that the panties have a see-through mesh at the crotch. I shouldn't go higher. I can't. I'll lose all modesty.
Matt forces the issue. "Show us your panties, your panties."
I chicken out and turn away from them and pull my skirt high showing my panty covered bottom. Its too much to show the see-through mesh in the crotch of my panties to Brad. That's meant for Matt's eyes only. The music ends. When I turn to them, my face is flushed from the lust and adrenaline shooting through me. Both men are looking my body up and down hungrily.
A cellphone rings. We are all quiet as I sit down. It's Matt's phone. He says a series of yeses and no's, hangs up and turns to us.
"I've got a problem I have to solve. I'll be back in thirty minutes. You two hang out here."
Dammit. I just wanted to have great sex with Matt and now things are getting complicated. I walk with him to the door.
I say, "Be careful driving sweetheart. You've had some beer and grass."
He replies, "Don't worry. Do me a big favor. Treat Brad nicely. He's my first friend at the new university."
Matt leaves and I go back downstairs.
He says, "I hope it's nothing serious. Let's smoke another joint while we wait."
"Okay," I say, "But just a little for me. It's so strong."
He lights it up and inhales deeply. He says, "Why don't I do you like Matt did. Its easier on your lungs. He comes and sits beside me, takes a drag on the joint and locks his lips to mine and fills my lungs My brain instantly swirls, and pleasant feelings wash over me.
Brad takes another toke. I take just the one. He takes several. I look him over as he gets high. He's very different than Matt. Matt is rough around the edges in a bad boy way, while Brad is so sweet. I could eat him up. I'm surprised he plays a rough sport like rugby. His t-shirt is tight on his torso and shows off his muscular body. It has short sleeves that reveal very strong arms.
That grass is boosting my libido towards the red zone. Matt is going to have his hands full later when we get to my bedroom. Brad puts the finished joint in an ashtray staying intimately close beside me. It's cozy being close. I like it and Matt will be back soon.
He says, "You are really great kisser. He puts his hand on my leg. I put my hand over it for a few moments and trying to be as nice as possible, put it back on his knee. Matt is my man for tonight.
He puts an arm over my shoulder and says, "It would be a real honor if you'd give me another kiss."
This young man is very attractive, but this isn't good. Matt is coming back soon. I jump up and say nervously, "I'm getting myself a beer. Do you want one?" He nods yes.
I trot quickly up the stairs. I need some space before I go nuts. I'm horny beyond belief with a testosterone filled young, beautiful stud who clearly want to use my body. I'm not sure with being this high, I can trust myself. Maybe I should stay up here until Matt gets back.
My home phone rings. "Hi, Ann, it's me, Matt. It looks like I'm going to be here for three or four hours. Sorry babe, I know you were planning a big night for us. You look so beautiful and sexy. Hey, I don't mind if you and Brad fool around. I'm not the jealous type. He's a nice guy. No problem."
I say, "I don't think I can do that Matt. I really want to be with you."
Matt goes on, "I'll tell you what he told me when you were getting us a beer. He said you were the most gorgeous lady he had ever met. He said I was so lucky because he had never been with a mature woman. He has a crush on you baby."
"I don't know Matt."
"Okay, whatever, I'll be back in about four hours. Have fun."
I stand here in shock. I'm high and horny. Matt will be here later. Being with him the first time was against my morals. It was an accident of a weak moment when I was lonely and high on marijuana. Matt just said fooling around. What does that mean to young guys nowadays? Touching, kissing, making out with your clothes on? Those aren't too bad. But having sex with Brad who I just met is something I can't picture myself doing even though he's quite a hunk. That would make me a real slut. I'll just kill some time with Brad until Matt comes. Down I go.
I say, "That was Matt. He says he'll be four hours now."
Brad says, "Too bad. But we can hang out."
"Sure." I say.
He continues, "Why don't we dance some more?"
Aha, he wants to feel my bum again, sly boy. I like that plan. I go over to the music system and put on a slow, sexy song. We embrace and dance politely with his hands on my waist for a minute. His body is big and strong. Even in my heels, he is almost a head taller than me. My ex-husband was tall too. Brad is so masculine. His hands slide to my bum. I knew this would happen and that's why I played a slow song. Can't blame a woman for liking some sensuous touching from a virile young guy.
He murmurs, "There is that sexy ass again."
His hands are amazing. A groan gives away my pleasure. This is harmless fooling around.
He says, "You like that, right?"
"Yes Brad, I have to admit that feels very good."
Matts words are rolling around in my brain. He says its okay to fool around with Brad. That can't mean sex. Or does it? Could I be that much a slut? No way. Being with Matt is already a huge leap for me. Basically, begging him to come over for sex was something I never thought I could do. But I did. I know this horny, handsome young man is hot to have sex with me. But, I should hold onto some shred of decency and wait for Matt.
We sway slowly for many more minutes. Another slow song plays. His body is very nice against mine. I can feel his stiff erection on my stomach. Matts conversation swirls in my head again. He said Brad told him he had never been with an older lady and its lucky to be with one. It might be interesting to give him a taste of a real woman's erotic nature.
I shift my hands to his buttocks. They are very firm, more slender than Matt's but very sexy.
I look up at him and repeat what he said, "You like that, right?"
He gives a big boyish smile and says, "Yes, th
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at feels so good."
His hands work on the fabric of the back of my skirt and I feel cool air up my thighs. The horny lad is pulling up my skirt.
Brad
Alright, the skirt is over her waist and I will feel her panty-covered ass. Ahhh. There. Her panties are satin smooth, and I can feel her skin on my finger tips at the undersides of each cheek.
She reacts to my touch. "Brad, what are you doing? You naughty boy."
"I thought you might like me feeling your bum this way even more."
She looks up. Her face is so beautiful. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't say stop. I'll press on. Our eyes are staring into each other as I slip one hand under her panty waistband and down onto her bare ass. She just closes her eyes and bites her lip. Holy fuck, she's letting me do this. I dip my other hand to the bare skin of the other cheek. She leans her head on my chest and we dance.
Ann
It's true. His hands on my naked bum feel so good. I could swim in this sensuous touch forever. I hug his strong body closer and relax into it. The song plays on sweetly. He gently massages my bare bum.
The song ends and a fast number comes on. We part and I pull the back of my skirt down. We dance fast and loose. He twirls me two or three times and I fall backwards into his embrace. He talks the liberty of holding my breasts. Bad boy. I spin away. What the hell, I spin back and he holds my chest again. We both laugh. I stay like this as he fondled my breast. It feels great. I spin away again and notice he has unbuttoned my two top buttons. The top of my bra is showing. Should I do them up. What the hell. It's innocent fun.
Brad
What a sexy lady. Her tits are spilling over that incredible purple bra. She loves to shake those things. Dammit the music stopped. We fall onto the sofa, exhausted. I pull her into my arms and hug her.
Panting, I say, "You are incredible."
She says, "And you are incredible too. Hey, all that touching was no accident you naughty boy."
I say, "You seemed to like it."
Ann
I'd like this young man to touch me more. But I couldn't make love with him. I'm just not that much of a slut. I'll wait for Matt for the real thing. I have an idea that will be safe but erotic. It will scratch my itch and give young Brad a taste of a mature woman's erotic nature.
"I'll tell you a secret Brad, women, especially older woman love to touch and be touched. Why don't we snuggle and make out for a while? I don't know what today's young people think making out is but in my teen days, it was sensuous touching with our clothes on. I'm with Matt, Brad. But we can fool around like that if you want. Deal?
His eyes light up like Christmas morning and says, "Deal."
"But you have to promise to respect my boundaries. Okay?"
He says, "Absolutely. No means no."
My heart starts to beat faster. I realize I just gave this young man free rein to explore my body. What will he do? An erotic shiver runs up me.
Brad
Wow. Fun time.
I pull her to me and we kiss. It's my habit with new girls to kiss and sneak a hand to cup their breast. I love to feel a girl's breasts. I've been yearning to hold Ann's. They are bigger and sexier than the teens I date. I cup her breast. She's wearing a bra but I can feel her hard nipple through it. She moans and locks her hands behind my neck. Fuck, she's letting me go anywhere. Permission accepted.
I run my thumb over the hard bud of her nipple.
She whispers, "Oh Brad, that feel so good."
I ask, "Can I unbutton your blouse?"
She hesitates and replies, "No sweetheart. This is good."
I paw her other breast through the smooth satin. She kisses my neck in submission. I feel a surge of energy that gives me the urge to just plunge my hand down inside her bra. But I've been trained to be respectful. It's so hard to hold back my instincts.
I whisper, "Ann your breasts are amazing. Breasts are my favorite and yours are the best."
She coos, "You're so sweet Brad."
Ann
His hands feel great but the bra blocks much of the sensation. I have an idea.
I get up and say, "I'll be right back." I run upstairs to my bedroom and take off my blouse and bra. Then I put the blouse back on, button it up and tuck the bottom into my skirt. He and I will get more pleasure with just my shear satin blouse between his hand and my breasts. I look in the mirror and can see faintly the dark circles of my areolas through the shear, white silk material. My stiff nipples are like headlights. When I looked in the mirror before the boys arrived, I saw a sexy, classy lady. Now I see a horny fox.
Let me undo another button to show some more of my breasts. He'll like that. I fix my hair with a brush and put on some more of the bright red lipstick and a bit of powder. That's better. I spray some of my favorite perfume on my wrists and cleavage. Now, back down I go. This is so much fun and so bloody erotic. Go girl, go.
Brad
Ann, is fucking amazing. My dick has never been harder. I wonder if its possible to cum in your pants by just getting super horny. That would be so embarrassing. I better adjust myself. It hurts at this angle. Ah, that's better.
Here she comes. Wow, I can't get over how hot she is. She sits down very close, hugs me and says softly in my ear. "I have a nice surprise for you since you have been so nice."
A wave of sexy perfume hits me. Maybe that's the surprise. She puts her hands behind my head and kisses me passionately. Her tongue searches for mine. This is a new way to kiss. So much hornier. I slip my hand to cup her breast. Holy shit, she isn't wearing a bra. Wow, they feel so much better. Unreal. My god, each one is a handful and a half. I break the kiss and look down at her chest in wonder. I can see the dark, round outline of her areolas. I
"Oh, thank you Ann. That's so cool a surprise. Thank you."
Ann
His eyes are bugging out, they are so excited. How horny is that.
I say, "Go ahead Brad. I love it when you feel them and hold them."
He goes to town on them with gusto. When I was young, I held in my vocal reaction. But over the years I've learned to let my feeling out. I moan and make girly noises loudly as he pleasures my breasts. My pussy is vibrating. I can smell the rich musky odor of my love juices.
A thought enters my primal brain that I want to feel his young balls. Not his cock, just his balls. I can see the outline of them in his pants below the tent in his slacks. That would be so naughty. His hands are driving me crazy. I dip my hand down there and cup his sack. He flinches at my touch.
I say, "Relax Brad, I just want to hold your balls so gently. Do your girlfriends hold your balls?"
"No ma'am," he says nervously.
"Do you like when I hold them and squeeze them like this?"
He gasps and nods yes. His eyes close as he drinks in the new sensation.
"Brad, its okay to let your feeling out like I did. Go ahead. Let it out. Tell me what you're feeling." I squeeze his ball-sack carefully.
He says loudly, "Oh fuck, that feels so good."
I ask, "What Brad?"
"Your hand feeling my nuts is incredible. Ahhh, oh fuck yes, just like that. Oh, oh, oh, ahhh."
I take my hand away and he growls like a dog in heat. He pulls me to him with great strength and puts his hand between my knees. I feel his raw passion rising, going near the edge. He's a horny young man that is so close to a hot pussy. I feel danger in the air. I reach down and hold his wrist before he plunges his hand up between my bare thighs.
"Okay Brad, cool down. Its all good. Just take a breath." The muscles in his arm relax. His heavy breathing slowly returns to normal. That's good. I pull his hand from my leg and kiss it. "Okay, Brad, relax. We have a few hours to get to know each other better. Why don't we have a nice dance. Is that okay with you." He nods.
I put on a slow ballad and melt into his strong arms. His hands go immediately to my bum and mine to his. We sway slowly, our bodies rubbing together so naturally. My pussy needs some friction. I reach behind me to his hand and place in the front of my skirt where my private parts are. I reach up and put my hands behind his neck.
Brad
She never stops surprising me. She's so horny. I dig my fingers into her crotch through the skirt.
She whispers girlishly, "Be gentle Brad. Girls are delicate you know."
I spread my fingers over her lower stomach and the bulge above her crotch. I slide my palm lower, over the bulge and into the depression at the top of her thighs. My hand is too large to go inward so I push my middle finger to the front of her pussy. The tart stops dancing and spreads her legs enough that my finger can feel a few inches deeper in her panty covered crotch. I twirl the end of my finger on her private parts. She gives a little girlie moan and puts her hand firmly over mine to still it.
"Oh my god Brad. No more. It's too much. So, so, sensitive. My god."
She brings my hand from her crotch to her lips and kisses it.
Ann
Brad is so great. I almost came there, his touch was so good. Let me give him some pleasure like he gave me.
"Just hold my bum sweetie."
He cups my ass-cheeks. I place my hand on the tent in the front of his slacks. He groans loudly. I run the flat of my hand along the underside of his erection from his balls to the tip.
In a deep voice he says firmly, "Yes, stroke my cock."
The young lad is a quick learner on making one's feelings known. I grip his staff through the material and stoke the loose skin slowly up and down. He holds my buns very tightly, massaging very deep. I feel I am playing with fire here. He is a testosterone filled athlete that might lose it if he gets too horny. But what the hell, I love the sense of erotic danger.
I drop my hand and pull his lower body against mine and rub his crotch with my body. He pulls my ass strongly and grinds his package more forcefully into me. I put a leg between his to get more direct friction on my pussy. He lifts me with two strong hands on my ass like I'm a feather and rubs his cock hard against my crotch with my feet in the air. I get worried.
"Slow down Brad. Relax."
His breathing slows and he returns my high heels to the floor. Whew, that was powerful. Holy shit.
"Let's sit down. Do you want a beer?" He nods and I go upstairs.
Brad.
I just about lost it there. Jesus fuck, she is so hot. These experienced women are so forward. I've got to keep it together or I'll ruin everything. We still have hours to go. The way she held my dick, she's had lots of experience around a cock.
Here she comes.
"Here's a cold beer, big guy. Don't worry. It's all good. Let me massage your shoulders. Turn around." I turn and her hands go to the muscles at the base of my neck. Her hands are weak but its nice to have her touching me. I fall into a mellow grass high as I sip my beer. Her hands push on the muscles of my back.
Ann,
His body is so toned. These elite athletes like him and Matt are so incredible. I love stroking his hard muscles. I hug him from behind and lean my cheek on his back. He has a masculine salty smell. I reach around and place my hands on his buff pecs through his T-shirt. I kiss him below his ear. He turns and kisses my neck. I surrender and hold his head as his hands return to my breasts.
Oh, he's running his hand down the blouse over my stomach. His finger tips push under the waistband of my skirt, but it is too snug to go further. This naughty boy is wanting to feel my pussy. That's fine. He puts his hand on my knee and my legs instinctively snap together. He moves his lips to mine in another kiss. I remember boys doing this when we were young to move girls sneakily to the next base.
Brad
As we kiss, her legs relax and part a little. My brain is filled with my fantasies of seeing the hairy pussy Matt bragged about. Fuck, I must see that. I run my palm up further on the inside of her thigh. Her legs part slowly, and the hem of her black skirt rises slowly to reveal the crotch of her panties. Holy shit, I can see right through to her pubes. Gee, can I touch her pussy. She's an adult woman. Gee.
Ann
Fuck, what's he waiting for? My pussy is begging to be touched. He's making me crazy.
I kiss him under his ear in submission and whisper, "Touch me there, Brad. It's okay, I want you to."
He grunts and quickly covers my crotch with his hand. I give a loud sigh of pleasure and wrap my legs around his hand.
I say in a low voice, "Yes, let's be still for a moment. The feeling is overwhelming. My word, your hand feels good. I bet you haven't felt the pussy of a real woman have you?" Talking sexy to this young man is so erotic.
He says sheepishly, "No ma'am."
"Real women love it when our pussies are being felt by a cute guy like you. And we like to feel their manhood too."
I cup his balls again at the base of the tent in his slacks. I'm feeling so powerful, so erotically powerful.
"Nice balls Brad. Let's check out your cock again." I grip his penis. It a good length that will please his future women.
I whisper in his ear, "Very nice, Brad. You'll make a lot of women happy with that."
Brad
Holy shit these older babes are so raunchy. My dick just softened a bit when she surprised me and grabbed it. Wow, she's stroking it through my pants. It's rock hard again.
She's spreading her legs and is pulling her skirt right up to show everything from the waist down. I can smell a strong musky-sweet odour in the air from her crotch.
I'll feel her down there. She said she wants it.
Ann
The skirt was blocking my view. His hand on my crotch is so horny. I want to see it. His fingers sliding along where my pussy resides is makes me crazy. Skin on skin would be so nice. The young man doesn't have too much experience but that's okay. But it would be so sweet if he were to dip his hand inside my panties. He's likely too shy. I'll show him the way. I kiss his neck and ear. Now I suck his earlobe. That made my ex so horny.
I whisper in his ear, "It's okay if I pull your zipper down and reach in?"
He instantly responds nervously, "Gee, sure."
I pull down his zipper slowly. He starts to pant. I reach in and find it hard to get past his underwear.
"Is it okay if I undo your belt and pants?"
He says nervously, "Yes, please."
This is so much fun, watching this young hunk getting so horny. What an unbelievable turn on. The belt and waistband open. I go slow to build the lust then dip my hand inside his underwear very deep to his clean-shaven ball-sack. I've always found balls very interesting.
"I love feeling your balls Brad. Do your girlfriends hold your balls?"
"No".
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, it feels kind of strange but they're very sensitive. Ahhh, yes that feels v-v-very good."
"Well next time just ask them, and they'll do it. That a good rule of thumb. Just ask. Do you want to ask me for something."
It's so much fun being the horny experienced cougar with this lad.
"Would you hold my cock?"
"Of course, Brad."
I hold his stiff member. It's a very useful size and steel hard. He groans loudly as I grip the shaft. It is like velvet over granite. I can feel the blood pumping hot through it. The energy of youth.
"Whew Brad, you have a very nice penis. Now I have something to ask. Could you put your hand inside my panties? I'd love you to feel me there." My god, I'm such a slut.
I lift the waistband as an invitation, and he reaches inside. I moan loudly at his intimate touch.
Brad
Fuck, I can feel her beaver. Holy fuck. I run my fingers through the silky, soft hair.
"Deeper Brad please." I go lower and run my fingers over her wet pussy lips.
"Yes, Brad just like that. Oh yes. Brad, please pull my panties down, just to my thighs. Our deal is clothes must stay on. I want to see your hand on my private parts. It's so sexy."
He pulls them down. I watch in awe as his fingers probe everywhere. I'm on the edge of an orgasm.
Brad
Her beaver is so fucking horny. She's bald below and I can see the camel-toe notch just below the pubic hair. She's watching my hand so intently with a lusty look on her pretty face. Her lipstick is smeared a bit on one side. Now she's closed her eyes and is moaning huskily as I run my fingers over and between her pussy lips.
If she thinks it's okay to show her pussy, it must be okay to show her tits. I love tits. I continue to play with her pussy while I unbutton her blouse. Her milk white breasts come into view. Her eyes shoot open. Her body becomes still as she enjoys my hand exploring her pussy. I've never seen breasts this full. These are incredible. I hold them and feel their weight with my free hand, my other still buried in her crotch. Her nipples call me and I dive down and suck one deep into my mouth. I love sucking titties. It's my great turn on and these are the best. My other younger girlfriends have small breasts. I suck with gusto one breast then the other. She likes it. I can tell by her moans and sighs and her hand pressing the back of my head to her chest.
"Ann your breasts are amazing, would it be okay if I sucked on your pussy. I love doing that."
Ann
My minds is in a tizzy. My body is on fire but a small part of my brain is still thinking about Matt. Is oral sex just 'fooling around?'
What should I do? I remember when President Clinton tried to tell us oral sex with Monica Lewinsky was not sex and my mother and me yelled bullshit.
But maybe this would be okay with Matt. He said to fool around. It would be so delicious to have this young man's tongue on my privates. But with my ex, I always needed his stiff cock inside of me after he went down on me. Oral makes me hungry for cock.
I can't do this. I have to wait for Matt.
I say, "I'm sorry Brad but we have to stop. You are so nice and very attractive but I should wait for Matt."
I sit up, pull my panties up and button my blouse. Brad has a sad look on his face as he pulls up his slacks and gets decent again.
"Brad, I have to go upstairs to the little girl's room. Do you want anything?"
"No, I'm fine. This beer is almost full."
I go upstairs and sit on the toilet thinking. Stopping Brad from going down on me was one of the hardest things I've done. He had me beyond horny. Thank God Matt is coming in a couple of hours.
Brad, downstairs
I'll call Matt on my cell.
"Yo bro it's Brad."
"Yo back. How's it going with sexy Mrs. MacLeod?"
"She got really horny. We played around a bit. I even got to feel her beaver."
Matt, says, "She must be super horny if your feeling her pussy"
"Yes, but she won't go beyond heavy touchie-feelie. She says she's waiting for you."
"Fuck bro. I thought she was easier than that and fuck you when she got turned on. Hmm. Tell you what. I'll call her and say I can't come back. That way she'll need you to get her pussy satisfied. This will be a hoot. Just watch how she changes her tune. I'll call her now."
Ann upstairs sitting on her bed.
There's my phone ringing. It's Matt.
"Hi Matt. How's it going."
"Super sorry love but I simply can't make it back tonight."
"Oh no, sweetheart. I hope everything is okay."
"Sure, I'll talk to you tomorrow about it."
"Could you tell Brad?"
"Sure Matt."
"I've got to run. Bye, love."
"Good night Matt. Call me again soon. I miss you."
I can't believe this is happening. I was so looking forward to being with him. I glance over at my night table and think about the vibrator in there. It will quell the fire in my crotch. Wait, what about young Brad. I shot of adrenaline shoots through my chest. Oh my god, YES. Of course, sweet, beautiful Brad. But no, I shouldn't. My heart starts pounding and my breath comes in quick pants as adrenaline surges through me in waves. My pussy is vibrating. It's crazy making. Face it, Ann, you need that young cock downstairs. The decision sends a feeling like going over the top at the start of a rollercoaster. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the erotic, happy noises coming out of my throat. Pure lusty joy fills my primal brain.
Oh sweet, Mary and Joseph, I just realized, I have him all night, all fucking night. Another surge of adrenaline takes my breath away. I must calm myself before I can go back downstairs. I slight thought that this will be wrong, improper, pops into my mind, but I push that away in a nanosecond. No, this is very, very right. So, fucking right.
I stand up and straighten my blouse and skirt. In the mirror, I see a cock-hungry horny woman this time. My lipstick needs fixing. There that's better. Hot, sexy red. Should I take off my panties and let him know the good news? No, I can picture being on my back and him pulling them down before he mounts me. That my go-to erotic thought when I masturbate, a horny man slowly pulling my panties down before mounting me for a husky fuck. As I walk down the hall to the stairs, the adrenaline is still surging through my chest. It feels powerful. My high heels click loudly and proudly on the hardwood floor as I stride with purpose to Brad.
Brad
I can hear Ann's high heels approaching the top of the stairs. There she is coming down the stairs. What a hot looking lady. I can't believe I got to touch her private areas.
She sits beside me and says, "Matt just called and said he can't make it back at all tonight."
"Hey, that's too bad. I know you were planning a big night with him. Maybe, I should go."
She holds my arm and says, "No, stay. Brad, I like you a lot. You are such a hot guy. To be honest, I want us to make love tonight. We'll go upstairs to my bedroom soon. But let's make out for a while first. Is that okay with you?"
Holy shit, she is so forward. I say, "Yes, oh yes, that would be so great." Fuck, that was so lame.
She looks up into my eyes with her beautiful face and says, "Please be gentle with me, Brad. You are so strong." She kisses my neck under my ear and snuggle her body to mine.
Holy fuck, this is really happening. I feel a surge of testosterone laced power hit me as I know that she is surrendering her body to me. The shear certainty is an aphrodisiac. With my teen dates, I never know if we'd be fucking or not. But with this lady, it's all up front. I love it. All my horny fantasies will come true. I can do anything. My mind reels.
Ann
Now that I've unleashed him, I'll just go with the flow knowing where it will end up in my bed with his beautiful cock deep in my center.
He says, "Why don't we dance?"
I get up and play a slow sexy tune.
He yells over, "No, that rap song that Matt played." I put it on and walk back and reach my hand down to him. "No," he says, "give me a sexy dance like you gave Matt. I want it to be for me this time." Ah, I think, he wants to establish his male terrain. Men will be men.
"Sure Brad, this is all for you. Whatever makes you happy."
I remember my ex and I went to a strip show once and we fucked like rabbits afterwards. I'll give this young guy a real show.
He says loudly, "Okay, turn slowly like before."
I look down at him sitting there so perfect. His eyes hungrily eat up my body. I turn slowly until I'm facing him again.
He compliments me, "You are so beautiful, so fucking beautiful." I feel proud and lift my chest higher to display my breasts better. He shouts, "Give me a sexy dance."
The rap music is thick and heavy. I swivel my hips turning slowly. When I'm facing away, I bend a twerk my bum. Brad shouts encouragement. I pull the hem of my skirt up to tease him. My god, I feel so sexy. I turn back and he has shifted down on the sofa with his bottom at the edge. The tent in his slacks is huge. I know he loves breasts, so I bend forward and let him see down my blouse. His eyes light up. I undo two buttons. He grabs his package and gives it a squeeze. He's such a horny guy. Time for some panty action. I reach down and while grinding my hips, slowly lift the hem of my skirt. I stop high on my thighs below my panties but Brad signals with his hand that he wants higher. Of course, I oblige and reveal all to my young, horny stud. A wall of my love juice odor hits me.
Brad
I can see the hairy pussy that I will be fucking soon through the mesh. That is going to be so sweet. I love tits.
I shout over the music to my horny lady, "Show me your tits."
Wow, I'm sure she is blushing as she reaches for her buttons. My mouth is dry and I take a swig of beer. All the buttons are undone now and she opens her blouse. Jesus, she does everything I tell her to. She's an adult but she's obedient to everything I ask. That blows my mind. Her tits are incredible, full, with small areolas. They are pure white and while the rest of her chest is tanned. She must wear a bikini. I must feel them. I go to her and cup both luscious bare breasts. The heavy beat of the music stirs my base instincts. My mind flashes to throwing her down on the sofa and drilling her pussy in a frenzy. But the thought is killed as fast as it comes. That's not me. There is no rush.
She let's me feel her breasts and groans as I play with them. Then she pushes me back to the sofa and says, "Sit down, lover. The shows isn't over."
I sit and watch in amazement as she tosses her blouse away and cups her breasts as she swivels her hips seductively. Her hands go behind her and I see the waistband of her skirt loosen. Fuck, the skirt is coming off. Her pussy is coming into view. I can't breathe.
She turns and bends over and twerks her ass to the sexy low beat of the music. She stands back up and shimmies out of
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Ann
The sexual tension in the room is incredible. My pussy is vibrating like a tuning fork. I need some cock to put out the fire. This is just foreplay. I need cock.
I reach my hands towards Brad and call him, "Come on and let's go upstairs." He jumps up. I take his hand and lead him in a rush up two flights of stairs to my bedroom without saying a word. I'm breathless with lust as we enter the room and turn on the light. I want to see everything. This boy is so beautiful. As we reach the bedside, he goes to hug me but I have a better idea. I look up into his handsome boyish face and put my hand in the center of his chest to stop his forward progress. He's a tall wall of masculine energy but he stops.
"Let me undress you."
I spread my hands over his t-shirt covered chest and feel his strong muscles. I slide my hands under the bottom of his t-shirt onto his bare skin and push up. His six-pack abs and ripped pecs come into view. He helps by taking the t-shirt up over his head and off. I kiss the perfection of his hairless, perfect torso. In his haste, he goes to undo his belt.
"No, no. Let me do that."
Brad
Wow, she's going down to her knees and unbuckling my slacks. Fuck, I feel so powerful as she kneels and opens my pants and pulls them down and off. My erection makes a big tent in my underwear as she takes off my socks. What a horny, worshipping look she has on her face as she breathes in deeply and then pulls my underwear slowly down and away. My stiff cock points up.
She admires it and purrs, "Oh baby, you're so perfect."
Her hands circle my hips and hold my butt-cheeks as she nestles her face to my junk. Her wet, hot tongue on my ball-sack sends a bolt of electricity to my brain. I can hear my deep roar bounce off the walls in erotic surprise. That is so raunchy and so fucking fine. Nobody has ever licked my balls. I need more of that. I hold her head.
"Fuck yes, lick my balls. Ah yes, just like that."
I feel like a king as I hear slurping sounds as she pleasures my sack. I look down and see beautiful, feminine eyes staring up at me. My dick is almost exploding, it's so engorged. I know if she puts it in her mouth, I'll cum in a nanosecond. Oral is so common. I want to fuck that hairy pussy. I don't want a blow job. I reach down. She gives me her hands and rises.
I say, "Let's go to the bed."
She quickly goes ahead of me and sweeps the blankets off and lays on her back on the other side. What a fucking erotic, inviting sight.
Ann
He's on hands and knees coming to me with a raging hard on. His eyes are lust filled. I get a surge of adrenaline as he comes to me with deep animal noises in his throat. I want him to lay beside me and have foreplay but he just keeps coming with that horny look in his eyes. He goes to his knees and looks down at me. My god, his body is so big. It makes me feel so tiny looking up at him. He walks down on his knees to my waist and I know instinctively he wants to fuck, no he will, fuck me. I've seen that male, sex hungry determined look before. I spread my legs in eager submission. His erection points powerfully to the ceiling. His serious expression doesn't change as he kneels between my legs and reaches down to the waistband of my panties on the sides of my hips. I lift my bum to help him slide them down and off. I can feel a gush of love juice flow in my vagina at this horny moment that is my big turn on when I confidently know the fucking is about to start. He stares down at my crotch in wonder.
He murmurs, "Wow, a hairy pussy." He seems mesmerized.
I need his cock. My pussy is vibrating. I plead, "That hairy pussy is all yours, baby." He stays in his reverie as he stares at my crotch. I don't think he heard me. I shout loudly to get his attention, "Fuck that pussy, Brad." He looks up, something clicks in his primal brain and falls forward onto my body. I grab his ass and urge him on, "That's right big guy, fuck me, do me." He's experienced enough to have his weight off me onto his elbows and knees. I reach under to his cock and notch the tip to my vaginal opening. With a grunt he plunges in balls deep. My scream bounces off the walls. His butt muscles flex under my hands as he drills his cock fast and hard into me. I hold on in shear joy to this whirlwind of masculine sexual energy sends pleasure waves through my body. My hips naturally grind into his every thrust as my pussy is full and happily sliding towards a massive orgasm. Oh no, he's stiffening and grunting. Oh no, not yet! Dammit, he's cumming. His cock convulses in my vagina. I can feel his semen running down the crack of my ass as he gives two more deep, spastic plunges into my pussy. Then he falls off and lays face up, breathing hard beside me. Shit, I guess it was too much to ask that he delay until I came. It's my fault that I made him too horny. The young run on raw instinct. But they also get hard in no time and we have all night. I smile at the thought.
Brad
What a great fuck. I was so bloody horny, I couldn't stop or slow down. When she was moaning and screaming when I was doing her, I didn't know if I was hurting her or not. Hell, I just couldn't stop. I was beyond horny. The way her hips met mine, thrust for thrust was amazing. My teen girls just lay there when they fuck. Mature women know how to fuck. Sweet, she's nestled in beside me and is kissing my arm. I guess she was moaning because she liked it.
She looks at me with wide eyes and says, "Thanks Brad. You are amazing. I've got to give you a big kiss." She goes up on her elbow and leans over my chest. I can feel her bare breast as she kisses my lips and smiles. "I'm going to get a warm cloth to clean our private parts. You just relax. We have all night to play."
These older women are so horny. But I guess after you do a lot of fucking, girls lose their shyness and just go for it. She said 'all night'. Holy shit. I feel naked and in a strange room as I hear the water running in the attached bathroom. The smell of my semen and the juices of her crotch are thick in the air. I look over at the sheet on the floor and would like to cover my nakedness. But that would be so juvenile. She is so comfortable walking around nude. I should act the same. I'll just put my hands behind my head with my elbows high and wide. That's better. It makes me feel proud to be me.
There is the sound of a woman peeing and the toilet roll spinning then a flush. This all seems so intimate but natural. I need to take a piss too. Here she comes. What a horny looking beauty. I'm one lucky dude.
Ann
There he is lying there perfect from head to toe. His athletic body is toned to perfection and his substantial circumcised penis is laying, relaxed across his thigh. I smile when I think that Michelangelo could do a wonderful statue called 'David lying down' with Brad as a model.
"Let me clean you up, Brad." I clean his ball-sack, making sure to lift it up to clean under and then the penis, making sure to stretch out the creases and wipe the head especially well. It gets semi-hard as I work. I feel very motherly. With my ex, we'd just both go to the bathroom and clean our own genitals after sex. It's kind of fun babying Brad. "There we go, all nice and fresh."
He says, "I have to take a pee. I'll be right back."
I hear his strong stream hitting the toilet water and a flush. His penis is flaccid and hanging low as he walks back to the bed. He enters the bed head first to be by my side lying on his back. It strikes me again how petite I feel beside this big guy. I snuggle into his body on my side and put a leg over his. My hand is on his stomach.
"How are you feeling, Brad"
"I'm good. That was fantastic, thank you so much. I hope I didn't hurt you there. I kind of lost it."
"Oh no, it was great for me too. You are an amazing lover." I want to boost his ego. In my experience, it makes for lustier fucking. I kiss his shoulder. My lust is only temporarily quelled. My body senses a mind-shattering orgasm is on the horizon and it wants to get there soon.
I run my hand over his muscle-ripped abdomen and chest and whisper in his ear, "Your body turns me on so much." I slide my thigh up his leg until it touches his ball-sack. I kiss the sensitive spot below his ear. His abs clench slightly and he gives a small groan at the sensation. His limp penis starts to thicken.
I my sexiest voice I whisper, "Is it okay if I touch you down there. It's so amazing."
He gulps and with difficulty says, "Sure, go ahead."
"Thanks, Brad."
His body tenses as I run my hand down his stomach to his package.
Brad
Wow, these older women are so hungry for sex and so open about it. Her breathing into my ear is a turn on. I bet she knows how that makes me horny.
She's sliding her soft hand down my stomach. Fuck, she's holding my balls.
Close to my ear I hear her say, "I love the feel of your balls. It's so sexy."
It feels strange as she rolls my balls inside the sack. They are so sensitive and a new hand on them is unusual. Her warm hand is so erotic. I can feel blood rushing into my dick. She grasps the shaft as it stiffens. I close my eyes and just swim in the glorious sensations.
She whispers, "Your cock is so amazing." Her mouth is so close to my ear that I can feel her breath with every word. "Is it okay if I kiss it?"
"Yes, sure."
She shifts down on her hands and knees to kiss the head of my dick lovingly. Her bottom is facing me very close and I can see her pussy below her ass-cheeks. I place my hand on her ass. The sight of her red lipstick covered lips kissing my cock is incredible. The head of my cock is almost blue, it's so engorged. Her tits hang down lewdly. I remember her saying that I should just ask if I want something and incredibly, she's done everything I've asked.
"Lick my cock all over."
Wow, there's her hot, wet, pink tongue sliding up and down my shaft. Fuck does that feel fucking great. My god, she's licking my balls. Holy shit, that is so sweet. I hear a loud animal grown coming from my throat. I can hear slurping sounds as she pleasures my junk. My hand goes from her ass down to her pussy lips. I slide my index finger deep in her slit and it's wet with her juices.
She lifts her head and looks back at me, "Yes, feel my pussy. I love it." These older babes are so rude. Gotta love it.
I say firmly, "Suck my dick, Ann." I just know she'll follow my instructions. My male power is growing.
Sure enough, she gobbles the head of my cock and I can feel her tongue swirl over it. Her hair has fallen on this side blocking my view. I reach down and push it to the other side of her head. I want to see everything. Her face is so beautiful, and her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock completes the picture perfectly.
Ann
I don't want him cumming in my mouth. My mind and body are screaming for an orgasm. Better stop and get my fulfillment.
I release his penis and say, "I think you're ready, Brad."
He has a quizzical look on his face as I straddle his waist cowgirl style and notch the head of his cock into the wet opening of my vagina. Giving head always turns me on and my private area is very juicy. As I sit, his cock slides in smoothly and fills me. I close my eyes and bask in the strong erotic sensations swirling in my crotch. Brad's hands go to my hips. I look down at his handsome face and see him staring longingly at my breasts.
"Go ahead Brad, hold my breasts. I love it."
A grin spreads on his lips and he quickly moves one hand to a breast and then his other hand to its sister. He kneads them with a big smile on his boyish face.
"Not too hard, my handsome young man. Remember, I'm a delicate, feminine lady and you are a big strong man." He smiles proudly.
My pussy is ready to race to an orgasm. I rock my hips and feel his cock slide in and out of my vagina just a bit, a sexy prelude. This sends a jolt of raw energy in my crotch that begs for more and I rock rhythmically, harder and deeper. Fuck that feels so good.
"Oh, sweetheart, your cock feels so bloody good." I keep rocking and lean back to get more friction of his cockhead on my G-spot deep in my center. Oh yes, that is so fucking fantastic.
I pant out, "Baby, take your thumb and rub my clit, will you? Oh, fuck yes, just like that." Through my half-closed eyes I can see him with a worried look on his face as I hump his manhood. My strong feminine lust is a new thing for him to witness. I must admit, I don't give a royal fuck right now. I just want my orgasm. He's doing a poor job on my clit. I decide to do a reverse cowgirl to get the best stimulation on my sensitive love bud. I lift my bum and while squatting over Brad's body, reverse direction and insert his beautiful hard cock back into my pussy. I sit and drive his cock in balls deep. Wow, my clit is rubbing up against his stiff erection now. That's the feeling I wanted. WOW.
Brad
What a horny view with her facing away and the crack of her ass splayed wide. I see my cock slick with her juices buried into her pussy whose lips grasp my dick as it slides in and out. Her quarter-sized light brown asshole is crudely visible. Her buttocks flex as she fucks my cock with pure animal gusto. Holy shit, these older women are nothing like the teen girls I've been with. Fuck, she's starting to groan and pant like a bloody animal. She is humping me hard and rhythmically. I can hear our bodies slap together.
She soon screams, "Sweet Jesus, I'm cumming. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh, Oh YES, YES, YES. AAAaaaa, oh, that is so sweet, so fucking SWEET.
Her rocking comes to a slow stop and she hangs her head down. Her panting slows gradually until her breathing becomes normal. Wow, I've seen guys cum strong like that in group fucks, but never a girl. This lady is blowing my mind. She shifts forward and my dick fall out of her pussy. She turns on her knees and faces me with a blissful look on her face and a just-fucked wild hairdo.
"Thanks Brad. That was one, great orgasm. Whew. What can I do for you? If you want vagina sex, we'll have to wait a bit. I'm very sensitive down there right now. But if you want a blow job, I'd be happy to suck your cock and get you off. You've been so good to me."
So rude, so straightforward, amazing. I reply, "A blowjob would be great."
"Okay Brad, sit up. I'll put a pillow behind your back. Lean up against the headboard. Yes, just like that. I want you to get a good view of me sucking your beautiful cock. Now, spread your legs."
She lays on her stomach with her head over my junk. Her naked body is prone, laying, bum side up before me. Her pure white, tan-lined ass-cheeks are so sexy. I watch in awe as she kisses the head of my semi-hard dick. The fucking has taken the edge off my lust and I won't cum too soon. This is going to be an amazing sexual experience. She looks up at me with a sly smile on her face and hooks her blonde hair behind an ear to give me a clearer view of her actions. These older babes seem to relish their erotic behavior. I thank my lucky stars that Matt got me hooked up with this beautiful, erotic MILF.
Ann
This young man has been so sweet, I want to give him the best sex of his short life. His penis smells of my musky, love juices and that just makes this that much more erotic. I feel like such a strong, sexual being, an experienced guide to this new student of sexual delights. When I look into his handsome, boyish face, I see apprehension mixed with lust. Matt was a very horny sex partner in a very different way, strong and bold. Brad is a big, gentle bear of a guy. I think I'm getting hooked on young men. Brad will certainly get my cell number.
I hold the semi-hard shaft and take the head into my mouth as I look up at him. He closes his eyes and a look of pure ecstasy crosses his face. I can feel blood surge into his penis and the head engorge. A sense of erotic pleasure sweeps through me like a master musician at the start of a symphony. I will play this instrument like a master. A lusty groan happens deep in my throat at the thought. My head falls until I feel the cock-head hits the back of my throat, blocking my breathing. Brad lets out a sigh at my assault. He tastes salty and musky in a primitive instinctively, lusty way. Saliva flows freely as my taste buds enjoy the moment. When I need air, I lift my head, not letting his precious member leave my mouth. I suck gently as I bob my head slowly up and down. The underside of is manhood slides over my tongue. He groans in a deep, very male way. I feel so in control. This moment is so fucking erotic.
I hold the shaft, free my mouth and say, "Brad, your cock tastes so good. I love it."
I feel joy not shame in blurting out that slutty message. It came out without a conscious thought. I'm becoming such a slut and I feel energized because of it. I feel so alive and passionate. There is a need to be a vessel.
Again with no thought my mouth says, "I like it when you hold my head. Just be gentle when you fuck my mouth."
Brad
Her shocking words "Fuck my mouth" echo through my lust-filled brain. Holy shit. A shot of testosterone laced adrenaline shots through me. I reach down with both hands and spread my fingers on the silky, blonde hair over her ears. Looking down in a lust fog, I see my cock becoming visible as I lift her head and then disappear into her hot mouth as I drop it.
I moan, "Your fucking mouth feels so hot and sweet."
A need to feel more and more hits me and I bob her head quickly a few strokes. An orgasm starts to appear in the depth of my primal brain. No, no way do I want to cum quickly. This is too fucking horny to end soon. I need to back off. With one hand on the top of her head I push her down lower.
"Lick my balls, sexy lady. Ahhh. Yes, just like that all over my nut-sack, dirty girl. Holy fuck, that is so fucking sweet."
My orgasm slips back into the blackness of my primitive senses. I put a finger under Ann's chin and with almost no pressure bring her lips back to my dickhead. These experienced ladies can read your mind.
"That's right Ann, wrap your lips around my cock."
Ann
I love the way he's talking dirty now. It's such a turn on. I look up. He's got a big shit-ass grin on his face and he's spread his arms wide on the headboard.
He says in a commanding voice, "Why don't you just suck my cock the best way you know."
I smile up at him and reply, "Gladly."
My lips part and my flattened tongue slides over the underside of his cockhead. I purse my lips and run them the whole length of his staff down to his ball-sack. Grasping his stiff erection, I gentle stroke the skin a couple of times over the titanium hard shaft underneath. A bubble of pre-cum appears on the slit opening. The head turns almost blue, it's so engorged and I need to stretch my lips in a big O this time to take it in my mouth. As I swirl my tongue over the head, and slowly stroke the shaft. He gives a husky groan of approval. This is so much fun playing with this young man's lust. After he came once, I can play and get a slow buildup to the next orgasm. This is like playing classical, symphonic music on a perfect instrument. I feel so alive. These fresh young men are so amazing.
I bob my head and feel the rim at the base of the head skim on my lips and then slide down over the smooth hardness of the shaft. I move my hand to cup his ball-sack.
"Oh yes, hold my balls." He moans as my fingers gently squeeze the eggs inside.
Up and down, my mouth glides lightly over his erection.
Brad
Sex with this lady is so different than anything I've experienced before. With the teens, I never know what's on the menu or where their minds are at. With Ann, every horny thing I want is on the menu whenever I want it. Holy fuck, what a mind-blower. Let's check on that.
"Ann, do me a favor. Get up on your knees. I want to look at your tits and pussy."
There you go. She's quickly up and exposing her goodies proudly. I look her up and down boldly. I know she loves to show off her nakedness.
"Thanks, you have a very sexy body."
She blushes and says, "Thanks Brad, that's so sweet of you to say."
"I especially like your thick pubic hair. I've never seen a beaver on any of the girls I've been with. It's so natural."
"I'm glad you like it."
"Okay, go back to sucking my cock." She dips her head to my junk with her ass high, not prone like before. Her crack is wide with her buttocks on each side like the top of a big heart. I can imagine her pussy lips lewdly exposed on the other side. Should I go and fuck her doggie style in that MILF pussy back there or have that mouth in that beautiful face suck my cock. Hmmm. Her mouth gets the nod. I break into a smile at the absurdity of having these choices.
A question pops into my head. Should I cum in her mouth? Is that on the menu? Most of my teen blowjob partners don't like that. But fuck it, with this MILF it should be.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth."
She gives a wicked smile and says in a sexy voice, "Of course, Brad." Bingo, I knew it, whatever I want. This is not just a menu. She's a whole buffet, a lust feast of possibilities. I surge of adrenaline hits my chest at the thought as her hot red lips gobble the head of my dick. She loves talking dirty and I'm loving it too.
"Oh ya baby, suck that cock."
Her tongue swirls around my dick. What a pro. She looks up with eyes wide open staring at me. She is so classically beautiful. I can hardly believe that it's my cock lodged in her mouth. It's so surreal. I put the palm of my right hand on her cheek, just to check if this is real or a marijuana, alcohol dream. Her soft skin confirms this is truly happening. I move my hand to grip the shaft.
"Just suck the head of my dick while I stroke off for a while."
I hold my cock and stroke up until the top of my fist touches her lips. Then I stroke down slowly. Mmmmm. That feels so sweet. Now slowly up again to bump her lips, ahhh, yes. She raises her lips until they just are a puckering kiss at the top of my cockhead. Holy fuck, she's stuck out her wet, pink tongue and is licking the head all over. Please, please let my brain etch this fucking horny picture in my brain forever. My fist picks up speed. I can't stop it. I'm diving towards a huge fucking orgasm, free-falling. It's getting closer. Holy shit, I might fucking die.
Ann
He's going to cum for sure. I'd better lift my lips up a bit. His fist is pumping hard and fast so close. Gee, loud animal noises are coming out of his throat. He's getting close. The head of his penis is so engorged it's shiny and almost purple. This is going to be a big load. Ah, he's put his other hand on the top of my head. I know where this is going. I'd better open my lips. He's pushing my head down so his cock goes halfway inside my mouth and just a few fingers still around the base. I wrap my lips around his cock and his fingers at the base keep pumping. The convulsions start.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES. Ahhhhhh. Holy fuck, YES. I'm fucking cumming. Ahhhh. Wow.
My mouth fills with his salty, hot seed as the shafts jerks with every additional amount. His body goes limp and draws in a deep breath. His hands are gone from my head. I swallow his cum, grab the shaft and gently milk his cock dry. The twitching subsides and I keep lightly sucking to capture the last few drops. I feel his penis soften as his lust subsides. Lifting my head, I see some semen on the shaft and lick it clean. There is also some spilled down to where his manhood meets his ball-sack. I lick that clean as well.
Brad
That was fucking amazing, the best BJ in human history and then she licked my junk clean. My fucking god. She comes up to lie beside me and pulls on my shoulder for me come down from my sitting position to lie with her and snuggle. We are on our sides facing each other and my hand is casually resting on the side of her ass. I feel a strong connection with this incredible woman. It's almost like I was a boy and now I'm a man. She is a wonder.
After a few minutes of silence, she whispers, "You and Matt are off to university. I've had so much fun with you young guys. You're great. Is it possible for you to give my cell number to a handsome, athletic friend of yours that isn't leaving town? Just one and of course he must be eighteen. I must be so discreet. You live on the other side of town. It's best if he lives over there too.
"Sure Ann, I know just the guy. But I'm not leaving for two weeks. Can we get together again?"
"Of course, Brad. Whatever you want. You are an amazing lover. Now, let's get some sleep and have some lusty fun in the morning."
She gets up, walks proudly nude to the end of the bed, finds the sheet and duvet to cover us. She walks to the other wall. There's that sweet ass again. She turns out the light. I can faintly see her in the dark coming to the bed. I feel her warm body snuggle into mine and she kisses my shoulder.
"Nite, Brad, sweet dreams."
"Good night Ann. And thanks."
I fall into a calm, blissful sleep.
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This girl is taking too long to email back.
It's already been an hour and I'm contemplating another look through the online ads.
You see, I'm emailing this girl for sex.
I know what you're thinking; pathetic.
And you know what? You're right. It is pathetic for me to have to pay for sex.
But I don't give a shit about your opinion.
To me, the idea of having to go out, try and track down a female and convince her I'm suitable enough for her to have sex with me is too costly. A significant amount of resources for little payback so to speak. How do I know if the girl is sexually experienced, much less even capable of keeping up with me. I've fucked dead fish before, and let me tell you I'd rather go home and sleep to Netflix.
Don't get me wrong, I do understand I have a very skewed view of sex and relationships between men and women; many of my friends get laid every night without actually having to pay the women ahead of time. In fact many of my friends are in pretty happy relationships, and sometimes I rue their emotional connection. But I am not my friends. I don't enjoy talking to girls and listening to their bullshit. And as much as I can sometimes crave that special person waiting for me, I'm too much of a prick to actually open up that much to another human being.
Oh you think, an immature misogynist. By no means do I hate women. I was raised in a family of 6 women, 5 of whom were my sisters. In fact I'm known as the foremost expert on the emotional state of woman amongst my group of friends. Overall I enjoy socializing with women more often than chilling with men, besides my males friends of course. My guys are pretty much the cream of the crop. Every other dickhead is some rank and file douchebag who follow the flock instead of leading it.
Just on the matters of sex, I prefer to just get it done and move on with my life.
Enough about my philosophy. Let's get back to the girl.
Erin Avele. Well that's what her email name is, hopefully it's a fake just like mines. Too many of these girls I've seen are completely clueless on how to do this. They give their real numbers out, or their real email. I worry about them sometimes, these girls. They can really get into trouble for this if the wrong creep finds them. I really hope it's a fake name.
I check the inbox, it reads 1 new message.
Fucking finally.
I click impatiently on the mouse.
The girl sent me her number and an address, to text her when I'm close.
I dress up in my sex clothes as I like to call them; a black baseball cap, grey shirt and black jeans. As I'm leaving the door, I pull on my knock off navy barracuda jacket. These are the most non-descript clothing I have in my wardrobe, so I'm pretty much unrecognizable where ever I go, whether it's a low income housing complex or a high end hotel.
Tonight's the former rather than the latter. I blew my wad (haha) last week with the very tasty Destiny. I get a little hard remembering her soft full ass cheeks underneath my hands as I plowed into her from behind. Her pussy is phenomenal, especially when it's cumming around my dick. I like it when I make these girls cum.
I wondered if I should just hop on pornhub and jack off rather than go to this girl, but I'm 10 minutes away and it's too late now.
I pull up to the address. Rathole apartments, just like I saw on the maps. A shady looking cat in a hoodie walks past my car. Oh well, at least I brought my military grade mace.
I get out my car, stride over to the door, and knock softly.
Despite the many times I have done this, nervous adrenaline still courses through me. Even though I'm fairly confident that this girl isn't a fake, I still look over my shoulder and have to keep my breathing in check. Last thing I need is some set up by gang bangers, or even worse cops.
Seconds pass by.
The door opens. A mousy brunette with glasses appears before me. She smiles.
"Hi baby. Come in," she turns her body, beckoning me in.
I flash a smile and come in. As I pass by, her hand reaches down to grab my crotch.
Score one for Gryffindor, the girl is real.
I mock jump back and laugh a little bit.
"H-how are you doing?" I fake stutter. It disarms the girls if I act like a nervous nilly. I like the girls to be comfortable around me. It makes for a better experience overall if they don't treat you as work, more like a pity fuck.
She's still smiling. She said something, but I didn't really catch it while I combed over her body. Nice little B Cups under her white tank top and cotton short shorts clinging to a respectable butt. Her face is alright as in the picture, in fact I like her with the glasses more than without. Unfortunately for what I had planned, they'll have to come off. I don't want to break them.
She apparently was going on some rant about her day when she dropped her hands after some dramatic gesture and looked at me still smiling. After a beat she points to her living room and taps a creaky wooden table.
"Sooooooo, donation?" she says in a slow drawl.
I pull the envelop out of my back pocket and drop it on the table.
She opens it up and counts the one bill carefully. She looks at me slightly confused.
"This a hundred, I thought we agreed on 75?" she said.
"Oh I just," pulling off my jacket and holding it in my arms, "didn't have change, so I just said fuck it," I laughed. "I'm sure that's not a problem," I said grinning.
She shook her head smiling and put it down on the table, striding over to me.
A little side-note about myself. I'm pretty young looking, and I was once described to have a cherubic face. I'm naturally friendly, and mildly charismatic to most of the people I meet. I like putting a little extra on these girls, it really wins them over. Why do you ask?
Most of the scumbags they probably deal with low ball them and then expect top notch service. I subtly do the same thing, but it's for a different reason. I just like to negotiate the price down to prove I'm in control even before we meet. Power games you say. I always pay the girl what she asked for the first time around, provided it's not completely unreasonable.
All in all, it helps to really put the girls at ease so I can the most of what I want out of them.
"So," she says taking my jacket and throwing it on the table. She grips my hand and brings me over to a clothed couch she has in the room and pushes me down. "If I also remember correctly, you wanted a little sucky sucky." she says smirking.
She caught me off guard, I can't help but smile back.
"Uhhh, yeah," I said fidgeting my hands. I actually asked for a face fuck, but I'll address that little inconsistency.
"Well, shirt on, or off," she said, her hand tugging at the shoulder band.
"Just on for now." I'll have it messy soon enough.
"Okay. Well, let me help you out with these," She reaches for my belt. I softly catch her hand with mines and push it down to my thigh.
"Actually, I'll take care of it," I say with a smile. I unzip myself and pull out my half-hard cock and my shaved balls out. I discovered I liked the view of my junk hanging out while I wore pants, I picked it up from a video I watched before.
"Wow," she said as I slowly jerked my cock to hardness. I'm a quaint 6 inches long with a nice little girth under two inches. Most girls were surprised to see that I had an impressive package. This girl was no different, biting her lips with a worried look in her eyes. I love it when they're unprepared for my cock. It strokes my ego in a certain way.
"And if I remember correctly," my other hand reaching for her glasses. I took them and placed them neatly on a side table. "I asked for a facey fucky."
She nervously smiled, and took a gulp.
"That you did." she said. I could see mild panic on her face. I felt my lust shrink slightly at this. I like the terror to roll over them while I'm fucking them, not before. Really makes me feel like the torturer I am.
"Tell you what," I stopped stroking myself and placed my hands at my side.
"How about you show what you can do first," I twitched my cock, beckoning her.
I can see her visibly relax when I tell her this. Now I don't feel as weird.
She got on her knees and shuffled over to my crotch. She rubbed her hands together, and reached out, gripping me softly and stroked me slowly.
I murmured at the contact. It's always nice to feel to a girl touch your cock for you.
"I think I can do that," she says with a smirk. She doesn't sound as perturbed as before. She's probably thinking she can get me off before I throat fuck her. How little does she know.
After a little stroking, she opened her mouth in an exaggerated O shape, and took my cock head in slowly, swallowing me inch my inch. She just got to the base of my cock before she pulled back, her lips resting at the crown of my cock again. It felt great, nice and warm and moist. I was gonna enjoy this session.
She took me in again, slowly slathering my cock with her spit. She stared in my eyes with her gray orbs, locking my view as she adjusted her jaw to take in more of my cock. I threw my head back with a moan as she managed to take my cock down all the way to the root this time. She holds it down for a bit, my cock entering her throat and I can feel it contract me as she suppresses her gag reflex.
She jumps back gasping for breath, tendrils of drool hanging from her mouth to my cock. It's an amazing sight and I'm rock fucking hard looking at it.
She strokes me for a bit while she regains her breath, and then dives back in again, this time bobbing quickly on my dick. She's not going to the base like before, rather opting for quick stimulation as her mouth glides over me. She at least put her tongue into play, creating the most delicious feeling as it runs underneath me, making me jerk my hips as it reaches my cockhead.
She's quietly moaning as she sucks me off, her right hand gripping my cock solidly while she works, the other tenderly squeezing my balls. I honestly would have been fine with this for the session, her skillful and quick administrations making my blood boil until I can't hold my cum in anymore and fill her mouth.
But that's not why I'm here. I'm in for some rough shit.
My hands which have been dormant this entire time slowly snake over to her dutifully bouncing head. Her eyes are closed as she focuses on slurping my rod, completely unaware of what's happening until my right hand wraps in her hair and my left grips her jaw. Startled she stops, her eyes opening up in shock, trying to speak with a mouthful of my cock.
"Shhh, relax, calm down," I say, the words clearly doing nothing to calm down the panicking girl.
"I really like how you work," twitching my cock for effect in her mouth.
"But I've seen enough to know that you can take a good nice mouth fucking. Get ready," I say with a smile as I stand up from the couch. I want to make sure her neck is nice and rested for the later positions I have planned for her, so I'm gonna start off with holding her in place while I fuck her mouth.
I release her jaw and step forward, pulling her backwards by her hair while her mouth is still filled with my cock. It's a little funny seeing her scramble on her calves and hands to move backwards while I lead her with my dick and hands.
I move my free hand to grip the base of her skull, and I slowly push my cock deep into her throat. Her hands shoot up to grab my ass cheeks, her fingers digging in. Even though I was going to face fuck her no matter what, it's a a little reassuring that she's going along with it, or at least preparing for it. I'll be sure to give her a nice tip if it continued being this great.
I continue driving my cock in, until her nose is buried in my little patch of pubic hair, and hold her for a few seconds before I pull out again. I repeat the same thing over, my cock entering her throat just as deliberate each time so I can feel the contractions around my cockhead. She's not drooling that much, and in fact only coughs once, as I did it the fourth time around. Her eyes are fixed on me though, gazing up as I carefully plum her throat.
I feel the fire boiling in my balls, and I realize that I have to speed it up.
I begin to pump my hips into her face, which she took like a champ for a couple strokes before sputtering out some spit. Jackpot. I'm about to begin annihilating this girl's face.
As soon as the first burst of spit drips down I place both of my hands on the back of her head and begin to viciously fuck her mouth, my cock a blur as it ratchets between her lips. Spit is flying and she's groaning loudly as my balls collide with her chin.
Her hands are now trying to push me away, to gain some respite for her as I moan and hump her face. Her eyes are closed, squeezed tightly in pain as my cock enters her mouth over and over again. I can feel her teeth lightly scrape against my cock, but I'm too enamoured with the other feelings to not give a fuck.
The front of my jeans are slowly becoming soaked in her spit and mucus, and as I look down I can see that her tank top is becoming wet as well. Her nipples are hard, and poking through the tight white tank and I don't know whether it's from arousal or the simple fact that I'm wearing her mouth out my with my magnificent fuck stick. It's such an amazing visual, a girl struggling with my cock between her lips as it fucks her mouth silly, uncontrollably drooling over herself. I could cum right now.
I rut a couple more times, before I pull out. I was really about to cum just from looking at her struggle with my cock. She takes the time to cough up some spit and take deep breaths. She looks up at me dazed. Uh oh. Looks like she might be thinking of backing out. Time to pull out some mild charm.
I move one hand to her cheek, lightly wiping away the spit, my other hand which was entwined in her hair lightly stroking it now. I smile reassuringly at her.
"Are you okay? I'm not moving too quick for you am I baby?" I switch over to the other cheek as I continue to lovingly stroke her hair. I found that nice little intimate touches like this relax the girls, especially since it's so at odds with the usually debased things I'm doing to them.
She sniffs in some mucus and wipes her eyes. She seems calm. Maybe I misread her and she was just surprised. I didn't really transition too well into the face fucking. Oh well too late to cry over spilled drool.
"No," she finally says. She smiles lightly. Good.
"Did you catch your breath? I'd like to get back to work so to speak," I say with a chuckle.
She gives a soft giggle and opens her mouth slightly.
As soon as it's a millimeter open I plunge my cock in, beginning to fuck her mouth again mercilessly. I was thinking about going slow, but my cock was getting a little soft, and nothing bugs me out more than losing my stiffie. She gurgles and digs her nails into my thighs now as I fuck her mouth. It's still amazing how warm and wet it feels around me. I honestly can say I like fucking mouths more than pussy half the time.
I can only imagine how my girthy dick feels in her mouth, the ache of her jaw as I stroke my meat in and out. Her eyes are closed again, but they're not as tightly sealed as they were before. Maybe she's getting used to the feel of it. Whatever, I really don't care as long as I can keep fucking that face of hers.
On a whim, I pull out my cell phone to check if I had any texts. Zilch, but I did notice one thing, I was already at 10 minutes. I groan in frustration as I hold her head down on my cock for a minute, her hands batting at my thighs before I let her off.
The session was only for 15 minutes, and I had at least three more positions I wanted to get her into before I was done. This girl probably wouldn't even notice If I went over time, but I shake the thought from my head. I'm a man of my word, and I don't mess around, it's stealing really.
I pull her off my spit covered cock, drool cascading from her mouth while she takes in deep gasps of precious air. Her eyes are still closed and I think she's light headed going from the way she's kinda swaying, which means she's most likely dazed. It makes the next move I pull even easier.
I slip my left hand down to her back, and my right worms under her closed legs, and I pick her up bridal style. She gives a startled squeak as I drop her upside down on the couch, her legs in the air almost hitting a picture on the wall. She's looking at me expectantly, eyes teared up, drool hanging off her chin.
"We're almost done baby, just got a couple more minutes left before I finish off," I say as I position myself over her. My balls are resting just on her nose as my dick settles on her chin. I spread my legs and place one hand on the couch, before grasping my cock. I angle it down, and push my cock through her lips.
"I wanna try something else," I say with a smile as I push deeply into her throat.
I start slowly to acclimate her to my cock, but I quickly lose control the minute I see my the outline of my dick poke through her throat. That really set me off as I began to ream her face, my balls swatting her nose, the sound of her head hitting against the couching filling the air.
I guess she wasn't too prepared for this because she's kicking her feet and flailing her arms against me. I don't take it too seriously as it doesn't stop me from plowing her face. She manages to get a hand against my thigh before I grab it and throw it on the couch, and press my knee on top of it to stop her from moving.
She groans loudly in pain, but it only turns me on more. I felt bad pinning her like this, but I'm not very far from cumming so I think she can take it a little bit more. It's kinda hard to face fuck a girl when she's bouncing all over the damn place.
Her face is such a mess now, the spit and mucous flowing freely down her face. Some of it gets in her eye, and I can tell it stings. But between my knee pressing down her free hand and of course my giant cock fucking her face she really doesn't have any option to move and wipe it away.
I'm looking down at the action when out of the corner of my eye, I see that the front of her little cotton shorts are a little wet. No way this girl is getting on this like I am. I tentatively reach out with my hand and rub against it.
She moans when I touch her, but not in pain. Holy shit she is really is getting off of it. I grind my fingers hard into her pussy, her hips thrusting into my hand. I pull my cock out of her mouth, and stand up, freeing her pinned hands.
She takes in some deep breaths, moaning in between as I continue to rub through her shorts. I really wanna feel her, so I pull her shorts up and over her legs, revealing her puffy shaved cunt. It's nice and juice looking, practically eatable. That's for another time though.
I run a finger between her lips, and flick at her little clit poking through. I hear her shriek at the contact, and I decide to just mash finger on it, rubbing deeply into her love button. She's trying to close her legs and get me away from it, but all the good it does is lock my hand in.
I think I'm rubbing hard for a good minute before her legs start to quiver and her cries start to get more shallow and quicker. I look down and I see her drool covered face is contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. She bucks her hip out, her hands clutching the couch desperately.
"FUUCCCCKKK," she sobs as her entire body shakes from her orgasm.
I keep rubbing the entire time, riding out her wave. I slow down as she stops convulsing, and I'm only lightly caressing her pussy before she reaches down and my grabs my hand. It wasn't really in the plans to get the girl off, but when I saw that wet spot I knew I had to help her out. Never leave a lady in the lurch you say.
We sit there in silence for a bit, her trying to catch her breath from me face fucking her to then rubbing her off to an intense orgasm. I settle down on the couch next to her, my hand grazing her leg. She looks up at me still upside down and flashes a smile.
"Wasn't expecting that," she says as she wipes some of the drool away from her face.
"Yeah I wasn't either. I didn't think you were gonna like the face fuck as much as you did."
"That makes two of us again," she giggles.
She flips herself around so she's sitting next to me upright.
"I noticed though," her hand settling on my still hard cock, "That you haven't cum yet."
I shiver at her sultry tone. Damn, this girl was going to be a repeat offender.
She leans in close to me, her mouth brushing against my ear.
"How do you want to fuck my face next?" she whispers.
I swallow a bit and look around the room. I'm staring down at the rug running through different ideas. Upside down again? Just did that. Maybe I can prop her against the wall and fuck her against that. I flex my legs and feel that they're a little sore. Wait a minute. The rug. I'm gonna fuck her against the floor.
My mind made up, I snake a hand into her hair and clench tightly. I turn her head and now I'm brushing my lips against her ear.
"Lay down on the rug," I take a nip at her ear, which she responds to with a hearty moan.
I let go of her hair and dutifully she slides down to the floor, crawling away from me on all fours. I leer at her pert ass and think of the wonderful things I'll do to them in the future. Going from her unexpected interest in throat fucking, I might be able to get her to do some deviant anal shit.
She whips her head around to me and lays down on the floor, elbows propping her up. She smiles devilishly at me.
"So are you gonna fuck my face or just stand there with your dick in your hand," she says challengingly.
Oh I'm gonna annihilate her now.
I practically charge at her when I leap up from the couch and straddle her chest, knocking her down against the rug. I grasp the base of my cock and jerk it a couple times to get back to fighting strength.
She giggles at my aggressiveness and places her hands around my hips, opening her mouth wide flicking her tongue at me. I align my cock at her mouth, and push in. Hmm, it feels good to be back that face hole of hers.
I lean over her and slowly thrust into her mouth, just so she can get comfortable again with the feel of my cock. She isn't gagging as before, she's not even making that much noise in fact. I look down to make sure I didn't accidentally kill or what not, only to see that her eyes are wide open, staring up at me as I work.
After a couple languid strokes, I stop fully seated in her throat, enjoying the tight fit around my cock. Time to go into action I think to myself.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," I moan out. "Get ready."
I swear she giggled in delight, but I couldn't really tell as I piston my hips forward, choking her out for a second. I pulled out fully and drove myself in again, this time really bottoming out. She starts to gag again, and I feel the fire ignite again in my balls.
I ferociously thrust at her face, the drool dribbling as ever before, spit sputtering out of her mouth. The visual alone is amazing, her head trapped between my thighs, unable to do anything but take my cock however I wanted it. The dominance I feel as I watch her strain from the force of my fucking is better than any drug I could take.
I notice she's moaning, but not in pain like before. It her pleasurable moan, and it's then I notice that one of her hands left my hip. I look back, and I see that she's viciously fingering herself, her pussy making squelching noises from the force of her hand. John the Fucking Baptist I am so turned on right now by this girl.
I laugh when I look back at her again.
"You really like when I fuck your face don't you," I say as I continue to truck her face.
I see a barely perceptible nod along with what I think is a smile too when I look down at her for an answer.
I start to get a little tired and slow down, focusing on how my cock slides between her lips, making her cheeks puff out. My cock is glistening with her spit as I pull it out, and then I inch it in again ever so slowly as before. She's breathing through her nose heavily, and she's murmuring from what I think is the pleasure she's giving herself from behind me.
I pull out all the way and start to yank at my cock. I position my balls over her mouth, and without even saying anything her tongue darts out and laps all over them. I moan out as she lavishes my nuts, and she takes them both into her mouth sucking deeply. I'm all spent and now I just need to cum, so I'm fisting my cock hard. I look down at her and she's smiling brightly.
"You gonna cum baby? You gonna cum for this filthy fucking whore?" she says as she sucks one of my balls in again.
"Fucking right I am. I am gonna cum all over your fucking face." I throw my head back with a moan
"Oh I thought I was going to swallow that big hot load of yours," she says with a whimper.
That's it. I'm gonna cum now.
"Well alright then babe, mouth is it,"
I'm straining hard to hold myself in, but I manage to thrust into her open mouth again a few times, brutally knocking her head back to the rub. I hump long and hard, before I feel my balls tighten, and I feel the first few spurts of my juice shoot out.
"FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER" I bellow as I shake uncontrollably, my hips wildly thrusting into her throat.
I imagine that my load just went straight to her belly from how deep my cock is in her throat. Shes gagging and making choking noises, but she stays still even when I ease off of her. When I'm done shooting off into her mouth, I slowly pull out my sensitive prick. It's an amazing sight still, covered in her drool and some cum.
It's like this girl can really read my mind, because she starts to lick my cock, bathing it with her tongue cleaning the cum and drool off. I groan as she lightly runs over my dick, before settling on my balls again, sucking them in for a bit. She returns to my cock head and brings her hand up, squeezing it and draining some of the last drops of cum. She sucks in my cock, making exaggerated moans as she slurps the little pool of cum.
We sit there for a minute, my heart rate slowing down to normal. I look at my cell again and my eyes bug out.
"Shit, we've been here half an hour."
She laughs and still licks at my cock.
"I don't care babe. I didn't have anyone else lined up today," she gives my cock head a kiss.
"Damn I have to get going though," I say wistfully. Normally it's a bullshit lie, but I really did have some business I was going to be late for.
She murmurs in disappointment, and with one final lap over my entire cock length, she lets go of my rod.
I stand up on weak legs, and I reach down helping her up as well. I look at her messy face and smile. She smiles back, and I look down to see her thighs shimmering with her sex fluids. My cocks starting to get a little hard again, and I quickly stuff it back into my jeans again.
She laughs out loud again, a smile plastered on her face.
I look at her without a word to say. Her eyes are dancing with delight, and her body language is ridiculously open to me right now. I came in here thinking of this girl as nothing but a one time thing, now I'm actually trying to get a working relationship going. I'm sure she's thinking the same thing.
She's staring at my lips, while biting hers. Is this girl asking for me to kiss her? No way I think, but she stares at my eyes again invitingly and I say fuck it.
I step towards her and wrap my hand into her hair, bringing our lips together in a searing kiss. We hold there together for what seemed like minutes, our tongues locked in combat, my teeth catching her lips and sucking them in. My other hand snakes down and I grab a fistful of her naked ass cheek, drawing a deep purr out of her throat.
I could stay here forever kissing this girl, but I have to leave. I pull back regretfully, her face sullen as I step back.
"Sorry girl, I really have to be on my way," My face is racked with genuine disappointment.
It's cute how pouting she looks, but she forces a smile onto her face again.
"It's okay." She grabs my arm and starts to lead me to the door, picking up my jacket on the way and putting it on for me.
We get to the door, and she's facing me still with longing eyes. We smile timidly at each other.
"Um, you know you don't have anything covering you right?" I say.
She looks down, as if she just remembered I ripped her shorts off earlier, her bare pussy still out.
"Oh I really forgot," she says giggling.
"Just so you know, don't walk outside and stuff," I trail off. What the fuck am I saying?
She laughs again, and pulls down her tank like it would actually cover up her lower half. I chuckle a bit, and reach into my back pocket. I pull out another envelop, and hand it to her.
"Well this has been a really good time," I say, stepping close to her again.
She gives me a quizzical look again and looks into the envelop, pulling out a smattering of bills. I think it's about 80 bucks, but I really don't give a shit. This session was amazingly unexpected.
"What's this?" Her eyes drawn with confusion
"Just a little extra," I say warmly. "Because you were so awesome and what-not."
Her mouth drops down in surprise, but then it slowly closes into a gracious smile.
She leans into me suddenly and kisses me, a quick deep peck. And then she pulls back before I know it, her cheeks rosey.
"Thank you so much," she says. I really like this girl. Damn I did not see this shit coming. That look of gratitude really made me feel good.
"The pleasure was all mine."
I face the door and crack it open, just enough so I can slip out and not reveal the girl's pussy to the public.
I look at her again.
"When can I see you again?"
She bites her lip, her face gleeful.
"Babe you can see me whenever you want," she looks like a little school girl talking to her crush. Provided a crush that just face fucked the shit out of her.
I grin at her answer, and look down at her glistening pussy.
I reach out and run a finger lightly between her lips, drawing a surprised gasp out of her.
I bring the fingers to my mouth, and suck the juice off of them.
"How does tomorrow night sound?" I ask, licking my lips.
She pants, her eyes full of anticipation.
"Tomorrow night is perfect. What do you want to do," her words coming out in a breathy sigh.
I shoot another look at her pussy, then slowly ascend to her face again. She's hanging on to my every word.
"Tomorrow night, I'm gonna fuck that pussy sideways." I snarl.
She moans, her hand touching her pussy. Damn, I've never made a girl so visibly turned on just with my words. It feels cool as shit.
"Tomorrow then," I repeat to myself.
"Tomorrow," her hand still working down south.
"Until then," I start to slip out the door, "Have a good night."
"You too babe," she moans. "I'll be thinking of that cock until then."
She flashes a seductive smile and bites her lip and she starts to finger herself in the foyer, me halfway out the door.
Fuck. Tomorrow night was gonna be a long wait.
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*Chapter 4: Dreams and Desires*
"It's the same as before..." Sapphira's voice was barely above a whisper as she walked within the woodlands, following the same path she had so many times before as it lead her deeper into the woods. Eventually she arrived like always at a small clearing full of flowers, the fragrance of them filling her nose as the sunlight streamed down in thin rays through the tree tops over head. Sparkling clear water rippled lightly within the pond at the center of the small field of beautiful blooming flowers as the warm spring breeze flowed around Sapphira.
"Nothing has changed at all, not in all these years and yet still something about all of this feels strange." The next moment Sapphira's gaze was drawn to her right as her sensitive ears picked up the echo of footsteps coming through the woods and she readied herself taking a small breath. She knew what was coming next, it was always the same thing every time with this dream, shortly her older sister and Sapphira herself would emerge as children into the clearing that they played in all the time when they were younger. This same dream had haunted many of her nights since the death of her sister, a memory of her childhood, of a special time they shared together in a secret place.
Leaning against a nearby tree, Sapphira smiled warmly at the comforting feeling she got from this dream, it was wonderful seeing her sister again like this even if only for a short time until she woke up from it. But the sight that greeted her when the pair of figures emerged from the woods it caused Sapphira's eyes to open wide with shock and she stuttered out a curse almost unable to believe what she was seeing. "What in the hells of the underworld is going on?"
She easily recognized her younger self, but the figure holding her hand as they entered the open area was not a childhood version of her sister. It was a boy, a young wolf-kin boy with a kind, gentle smile upon his face, deeply golden eyes so lively as he happily smiled at the younger Sapphira who smiled back at him shyly. Sapphira stared at them both, confusion within her gaze, and as the two sat upon the edge of the shimmering blue water. She noticed another figure on the opposite side of the children. "It can't be... What is he doing her?"
"I was going to ask you the very same question..." Lucian emerged from the shadows, his towering wolf-kin body exposed all except for the portion covered in the silvery white loincloth draped around his waist. This was not the dream of his childhood that Lucian remembered. In that dream he had come here to play with another wolf-kin girl. It was a dream he had been having a lot during these past few years. Strange as it was to see that the girl who was there with his own youthful version was not wolf-kin, it felt right in his heart, as if this was how the dream was truly meant to be.
"Is it not bad enough you dominate my thoughts while I am awake, now you intrude upon my dreams as well?" Sapphira looked down at the children who were smiling playfully and seemed to be chatting, unable to hear their words which were silenced. This bothered Sapphira, as she wanted so badly to hear what they were saying. She could not understand it, but a feeling was swelling up inside her heart, as if the scene of the two young ones enjoying the company of one another was meant to be. "This was a dream where my sister and I shared happy moments together as children in this place and yet she has been replaced by someone else."
Turning toward Sapphira Lucian said, "That is me, but how can this be and how can we have had dreams so alike and now suddenly be together in them?" Lucian could not hear their words either and it bothered him because the two of them looked so happy together and he could not ever remember seeing himself this happy during the dreams before. His eyes looked back at Sapphira, admiring how beautiful she looked with such a graceful elegant body, slender and yet supple at the same time, dressed in only a sheer creamy white cloth that revealed her figure slightly. He held back a growl of desire as he looked down to see the pair of children now embracing each other warmly, such a sweet innocent look upon their faces as they spoke without making a sound Lucian could hear.
"You both feel it don't you?" Lucian and Sapphira turned in surprised as Lady Akisha appeared as a ghostly figure standing next to the children, the smile on her face cool as she looked over them. "Both of you know the dreams you have been having were meant to truly be this dream, but now is not the time for you to hear the truth these young ones are speaking."
Sapphira started to ask her what she meant and Lucian was about to do the same when the world around them began to grow fuzzy, fading slowly from their sight into a world of darkness. The entire scene started to dissolve and a light began to poor down from above the illumination revealing a world of images swirling around Lucian and Sapphira before everything suddenly went dark. "Both of you will awaken to the truth soon enough..."
"Lady Sapphira?"
Sitting up suddenly at the sound of someone knocking on the door to her bed chambers, Sapphira looked around slightly upset for a moment over the dream before answering back. "What do you want?"
"I come bearing an important message from the High Council of Elders milady which they requested I bring it to you immediately." Sapphira grumbled as she slowly slipped out of the bed, wrapped a nearby robe over her bed attire and then walked to the large set of doors. The guards on the outside of her chambers heard her footsteps and opened the doors allowing Sapphira to step through them. The young messenger looked down, and held the letter up to Sapphira who took it and retreated back into her room without a second glance.
"What could those old fangs want with me now..." Already upset and confused by the dream, Sapphira started reading the letter, but her expression changed slowly as she continued through it until at the end her hands were trembling. Disbelief flowed from her as her tail stood high, ears curled back in agitation and even her fangs extended slightly from her gums. She suddenly roared, "How dare they do this without my consent!"
"Lucian... What are you doing laying there like a lazy pup?"
"Lumia...? I thought you were... I mean how can you be here?"
"You thought I was what? You are truly acting strange today, Lucian... Come, up on your feet, we have many more battles before us this day!"
"Yes my Lady Lumia, I shall be there at your side, I will be your shield and sword!"
"But you were not there like you said you would be, were you, Lucian?"
Lucian awoke slightly startled by the louder and much closer sounding voice and immediately he realized he was still imprisoned within the dungeon in Sapphira's castle, the dank smell agitating his nose. As his eyes adjusted to the low light coming from the thin flames on the torches lining the walls just outside of his cell, the figure in front of him slowly began to come into focus. Gazing upwards, he easily recognized her figure which was slender, yet well curved with sleek furred legs and hips under a sheer night gown. The gown was made of loose silvery fabric and two sashes crossed her chest leaving her smooth furred belly open and accentuated the shape of her firm breasts as they looped around her neck.
It was the same outfit from the dream and for a moment Lucian thought he was once again lost in a dream with her, but everything felt sharp to his senses so he knew he was truly awake. The look in her luscious green eyes told him that they had both been in something more than a mere dream, something that held significant meaning for their lives. As she stared down at him with defiance, Lucian thought for a moment he would be consumed by the passion he saw burning behind them. He straightened up respectfully and asked, "Sapphira? What, might I ask, has brought you here before me this night?"
"I felt compelled by my duty to come here to inform you of Lady Akisha's decision regarding your life." Sapphira spoke the words softly but in truth that was not the only reason she was there in front of him. She had to know the truth about the dream and whether the Lucian within it had been the real Lucian or simply a part of the dream. But the news she was about to tell him might change whether he would even talk to her again and it upset her greatly to think he might not. Her eyes were steady as she spoke the words softly, but a little remorse slipped into them towards the end and the emotions behind her gaze betrayed her sadness. "You will be called to trial tomorrow where your crimes shall be presented before all present and then executed afterwards..."
"Executed. I expected that would be the judgment that she would come to after seeing the truth with her own eyes." Lucian said it so casually that, for a moment, Sapphira was at a loss for words, unable to understand how he could be so calm about being told he was to be put to death. But then she noticed the look in his eyes had changed from the last time she had seen him and it bothered her greatly to see those magnificent eyes so empty where once they had been filled with such fiery spirit. "I shall accept the Lady Akisha's judgment, I am after all guilty and I have lived far longer than I should have."
"Why are you acting like this? What was it that happened between you and lady Akisha that broke your spirit?" Sapphira stared down at Lucian, her long tail snapping back and forth reflecting her agitated mood with her fangs bared slightly. Her movement was almost too fast for Lucian to follow as Sapphira reached through the bars grabbing him by the long mane of fur around his neck and pulling him tightly against the cold steel bars.
"I am tired of these games. I am tired of constantly being in the dark about the truth of what happened to my sister! All I have ever been told was that some wolf-kin that was supposed to be her protector ran away from battle, abandoning her to die, but I have always felt there was more to it than just that. As angry as I am at you for her death, even more so I want to know why you did it, why you left her to die out there like that! Tell me you damned wolf. Tell me why someone like you would abandon her to death's grasp and then dare to occupy my thoughts and even my damn dreams!"
Lucian noted that he had been correct about their having shared the same dream. This interested him, but at that moment the sting of her accusations had rubbed him the wrong way. Lucian growled deeply and reached out with his strong, furred hands and grabbed at Sapphira's gown and drew her against the bars as she snarled and hissed back at him in anger. What did she know about how he was feeling, how conflicted she made him feel deep in his heart and the pain that still lingered there from Lumia's death. The blood of Sapphira's sister was on his claws, and telling her the truth and details about what had happened would not change the fact that he was responsible for her death. "There is so much more to it... but that doesn't matter anymore! Every time I told what happened it was a waste of time because no one listened, cared or believed me beyond the simple fact that she died and it was my fault! Now leave me alone! This is the death I was meant for years ago when I let her die in my arms, so leave damn you!"
The silence in the room was heavy and only the soft deep breathing of Lucian and Sapphira could be heard as the air was thick with tension and regret. Staring at one another, the couple exchanged their feelings as they became lost within the swirl of emotions burning behind one another's eyes. With a suddenness that made Lucian loosen his grasp upon her, there was a change in Sapphira's gaze as she lowered her face and looked away from Lucian while her heart ached with a deep pain. Lucian felt the same, and his grip slackened further until Sapphira was freed from it. Growling softly, Lucian turned away, feeling anguish in his own heart at seeing her so torn up emotionally. It weighed him down even as he tried to not let it bother him.
"I have had enough of this. I grow tired and tomorrow shall be a long day, for one of us at least." Sapphira's voice was harsh once again as she struggled with the war of emotions being waged within her and her fur rippled slightly along her back. Her eyes roamed Lucian's bare back and even with such thick fur she was amazed by how she could still see the way his muscles flexed beneath it as he turned slightly to look at her. With a long muzzle any wolf would be proud to have, his dark grey fur ruffled slightly in agitation along the back of his neck as his beautiful deeply golden eyes focused once again upon Sapphira. "Lucian, I did not order your death. Lady Akisha and the Council members held a secret meeting to determine your fate without my presence there to oversee it..."
"Are you serious? I did not think a Council of elders could hold council without the royal family present." Lucian's face was a mixture of sudden interest and curiosity as he turned more toward Sapphira allowing her to view his handsome wolf-kin features, his sharp ears rotating towards her.
"Yes, that is true, but when they called me to meet with them, Lady Akisha explained that she had convinced the council that I had grown too emotionally attached to the situation involving you. So they decided on their own to leave me out of the decision of what to do with you, Lucian, and I have to admit that they were correct in doing so." Sapphira looked sternly at Lucian and saw the look of interest upon his face fade to curiosity and she could not resist staring at the rippling fur upon his broad strong chest. She had never seen a barely clothed wolf-kin before and Sapphira found herself having a hard time keeping her the desire to touch that rugged firmly shaped body under control.
"I would have thought they would have wanted you there for that as the only emotional attatchment you should be feeling for me is anger for the death of your sister." Lucian knew he was doing it again, as he pushed Sapphira away from him even though deep in his heart he longed to draw her closer to him. She stirred up such feelings within him, ones that were so different from any other female in his life and it confused him so much. She was so lovely and he could see that her eyes were taking in his features while he was taking in her lovely figure.
"I am angry at you, but not in the way you would think. I am angry because you will not tell me what happened between you and my sister! Damn it Lucian, they did not want me there because they knew I would refuse to allow them to execute you because I don't want to see you dead!" Sapphira growled at Lucian, her emotions once again set loose with wild abandon as she slammed her balled fists against the bars. In that moment she realized with surprise that tears were welling up within her eyes and she lowered her head until it rested against the cool steel bars. "To be honest, it's not just the fact I want to know the truth from you, but also because I want to know you better. I want to know what words we shared together as children in that dream. Even though everyone says you are the coward who got my sister killed, my heart tells me different and from the moment I met you I felt drawn to you." Tears continued to leak out of the corners of her eyes.
"I felt the same way about you Sapphira." Surprised, Sapphira suddenly felt a hand, warm and heavy rest upon her head and she looked up to see Lucian's wolf-kin features staring down at her sadly. She started to rear back and lifted her hand in frustration and anger that he had her so confused about her own feelings, but in the end it simply gripped his arm holding it so his hand would not stop touching her. She never wanted it to stop, as it felt so good and became even better the moment she felt his fingers curl through her hair to stroke her soft pelted leopard ears. "Since the moment we first met, I have not been able to stop thinking of you, wanting to get closer to you...but the moment I realized who you were, I tried to push those feelings away."
"After seeing us together in that dream like that, I know now that we share something special, something that neither of us is truly aware of. I know you felt it too Sapphira, a connection between us in that dream. Those children are the key to why we have these feelings for one another even though we hardly know each other." Lucian loved her, he could not bring himself to say it, but he felt it just the same in his heart even amongst the confusion in his own mind about that dream. He softly growled as Sapphira started to stroke his arm, her claws lightly streaking along it made him shudder a little with the desire to feel more.
"Lucian, whatever the truth about my sister's death is, I know in my heart I could never truly blame you for it. I have seen it now in your eyes. Lady Akisha dragged up that incident which has haunted you for years and forced you to see it again, to see my sister die there before your eyes. I have heard that is her favorite way to draw out the truth from those she judges and then she uses what she witnesses to properly pick out their punishment." Sapphira loved Lucian, knowing that the feeling was truly there in her heart, but she could not bring herself to say it to him, not now. The feelings began when she met him on the battlefield and that dream had unlocked something more within her heart. Her feelings for Lucian were now even stronger and Sapphira knew she had to know the truth behind that dream of them as children before it was too late.
Lucian was caught off guard when Sapphira pressed her arms through the bars of the cell reaching up to his long muzzle and stroking it softly with such loving care. Her touch invoked such stirring feelings within him, and Lucian leaned into it some unable to resist the pleasure of it. "Lucian, I know you do not like to think upon it, but as a favor to me will you please tell me, tell me about what happened between you and my sister?"
Sapphira looked up into his powerful eyes and was relieved to see them full of life unlike earlier. The bright golden shimmering slowly returned to them and she smiled as he nodded his head. Lucian stroked along her head some more and heard Sapphira purr a little as a slight smile crossed her face and those luminescent eyes glowed happily. "I will tell you what happened three years ago but I still do not believe it myself sometimes when I think of it."
To be continued...
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Hitchin'.
The rain beat a steady rhythm on the windshield and the wipers did little to clear it, each sheet wiped away instantly replaced with another. Aeren, some would say a cheetah of ill repute, was running late for a get-together with friends and was going slightly too fast for the time of night and the road conditions. He spun the wheel as he approached a corner and the car swept around it. He felt the wheels skid slightly on the sodden road and tapped the brakes to straighten it out. 'Gotta be more careful.' He said to himself. 'It ain't worth dyin' for.' As he completed the corner he thought he saw something next to the road slightly ahead. He squinted, trying to see through the rain. 'The hell you out for in weather like this?' he said when he realised it was a person. He drew to a stop level with the figure and opened the passenger door. Outside stood a snow leopard, shivering in sodden clothes. His stark white hair fell moistly over his eyes. 'You okay? You need a lift somewhere?' 'Got nowhere to go.' He said in a flat tone. He had a dignified British accent, which displayed a hint of sadness. 'C'mon, get in. It'll kill you out there.' The leopard was reluctant at first but climbed in after weighing up the options. 'So where ya goin'?' 'Like I said, nowhere to go.' Aeren looked him over. He was wearing some smart black pants and a white shirt. On the sleeve of the shirt he noticed an expensive brand label. 'What happened, you don't look homeless.' he allowed himself a slight smile. 'Very wet, but not homeless.' 'How do you know?' 'You're dressed too smart.' 'Yeah, well, I've only just become homeless.' There was an uncomfortable pause. 'Oh, you need to dry off.' He reached behind the passenger seat and into an open gym bag. After rummaging around for a few seconds he drew out a large towel. He handed it to the leopard, who began rubbing it over the wet fur of his face and head. 'So, what's your name?' The towel parted like a curtain and a matted muzzle poked out. 'Ikah.' The towel passed over his head and began rubbing the back of his neck. 'I'm Aeren. So, Ikah, You got anyone you can stay with tonight?' '...No. I was planning to spend a night under the stars but then it started pissing down and... well, that's when you came along.' God-damn! Thought Aeren, That voice is driving me wild! 'Look, I don't usually do this but I got a spare room with nobody to use it if you want somewhere out of the rain for the night.' 'I don't know...' 'Hey, c'mon, It's not like I'm an insane killer or anything.' He smiled and was pleased when Ikah allowed himself to do the same. 'Thank you... I'd appreciate that.' Aeren started off again and looked at the clock. It was too late to meet up with his friends now. He made a mental note to leave them a message later but had other things on his mind right now. He gave a sideways glance towards Ikah. The leopard had undone his shirt and was currently drying his chest. Aeren moaned almost silently and squirmed slightly in his chair. He felt a stirring in his crotch and felt his member begin to poke out of his sheath. He shifted again to hide the swelling. 'So, Ikah, you wanna talk about what happened?' 'I wouldn't want to burden you with my problems.' 'Well, if you don't wanna talk that's fine but it wouldn't burden me. I'm a good listener.' 'Maybe later.' 'Fair enough.' After a short journey filled with awkward silences and small talk the two arrived at Aerens home. He pulled into the driveway and climbed out. Ikah also left the car and followed Aeren, who was running to get out of the rain, to the door. It was hurriedly opened and Aeren ushered Ikah through and into the living room. 'First thing, you gotta get into something dry.' Ikah's shirt was still unbuttoned and Aeren could have blushed at the sight of the matted yet luxurious fur there. 'You're a bit smaller than me but I should have something that'll fit ya. Just wait here for a second.' He left the room and went to his bedroom. Rummaging through the closet he found out a red shirt and some blue jeans. On his way back to the living room he stopped at the linen closet and grabbed another towel. He handed the bundle to Ikah upon his arrival. 'I'm sorry they're not designer or anything and they don't match but... Uh, I'll show you to the spare room so you can change in private. He did so and left, shutting the door behind him. Back in the living room he sat in an armchair and waited. He let his mind wander. He imagined Ikah slowly removing his sodden clothes and dropping them on the floor. He took the towel and began rubbing the white fur of his belly. Going lower the towel passed over the sheath, gently dabbing it dry. Lower still until he cupped his sack in the material and... Aeren came back to the real world when he felt the swelling in his pants and the moist dribbling of pre-cum. He rubbed his member gently through the cloth until he heard footsteps padding towards the living room. He shifted to hide the swelling once again when the door opened and in came Ikah, dressed in the clothes Aeren had given him. The shirt hung off him and he'd had to use his own belt to hold the jeans on. He was holding his damp clothes. Aeren stood up, hunched slightly in an attempt to hide his bulging pants, which it appeared that Ikah failed to notice. 'You want me to dry those off for you?' 'Please.' He held out the clothes and Aeren took them and went through to the kitchen. He put them in the drier and started it up on a one-hour cycle. He tried to think of a way to buy some time for his member to calm down. He opened the door a crack. 'You want something to eat?' 'No thank you.' 'A drink then, you want a beer?' Ikah didn't even have to think about the answer to that. 'Please.' Aeren closed the door and opened the fridge. He reached in and pulled out two LionBrau. He went over to a draw and made a show of looking for the bottle opener. Eventually he 'found' it as the bulge started to shrink and opened the bottles. Back in the living room he handed one of the bottles to Ikah, who had placed himself on the sofa, and sat back in the armchair. He took a large gulp from his bottle. 'You wanna talk yet?' 'Okay, I suppose.' 'What did you mean when you said you'd just become homeless?' 'I was living with my parents before. They're both avid Christians so when I told them they... kicked me out.' 'Told 'em?' His gaze became glazed, remembering a traumatic moment. 'I had it all planned. I cooked them a wonderful meal. I sat and talked with them for the evening. It was going great. Then I decided the time was right, everyone was in a good mood, laughing and joking.' Holy hell, is this leading where I think it is!? Thought Aeren. 'Then I told them: Mum, Dad, there's something I feel I need to tell you. I've kept it secret for too long and I feel you need to know the real me. For a long time I've known for sure so now I think you should too. I'm gay.' Aeren's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe it. This beautiful snow leopard was telling him what he'd been desperate to hear. 'They just sat there for a while. Then Dad started laughing, shortly followed by Mum. They thought I was joking.' A wry smile passed onto his lips. 'Then they saw that I wasn't laughing. They kicked me out. Told me I was a shame to the family, that the bloodline would end with me because I was a queer.' A small pained laugh escaped him and a tear began to pass down his cheek. 'I suppose you want me to leave now you know the truth.' 'I can't make you leave now.' He smiled. 'You're wearing my favourite shirt.' Another tear rolled through Ikah's fur followed by another, and another. Soon he was crying freely, sobs wracking his delicate frame. Aeren rushed over and sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 'Hey, it's okay. You've been knocked down but you've landed on your feet here. You stay as long as you want.' Oh, God, he thought, please stay. He pulled the sobbing creature close and Ikah rested his cheek on Aeren's shoulder, an arm coming around and resting on his other. Aeren wished the embrace would never end and it was a long time before the shuddering sobs and tears subsided, eventually stopping completely. 'I'm sorry you had to see that, Aeren.' 'Hey, it's okay. A good cry always makes us feel better, huh?' he smiled again when Ikah looked into his eyes. 'Uh, I'm a bit tired... and emotionally drained. I think I'd like to go to bed.' 'Yeah, it's getting' late. Think I'll turn in too.' The both stood up and walked down the hall leading to their respective rooms. 'Thank you Aeren.' Said Ikah at the threshold of the spare room. He went in and shut the door behind him. For a short while Aeren contemplated following him in but decided against it. He went through the next door into his own darkened room. Stripping off he crawled under his covers, lying on his side. He began thinking about the revelation that Ikah had just made, thought about how this beautiful, gay snow leopard was now staying under his roof. He found himself growing hard again but this time did nothing to prevent it. He reached under the covers and gently rubbed at the moist, slick rod there. Encircling it he began running his paw up and down in a rhythmic motion, his pads sliding over the barbs. He quietly purred as he felt climax approaching and slowed his pace slightly, holding back for as long as he could. His body began to shudder as wave upon wave of pleasure rolled over him, his tail twitching in ecstasy. Soon he reached a point where he could hold on no longer and let the final orgasm loose, he cupped a paw under the end and caught as much of his seed as he could, some small globs flowing over and onto the sheets. When he was empty he brought his paw up and lapped the milky white fluid from it, enjoying every drop. A while later he was almost asleep when he heard his door open quietly. Ikah silently padded over and got under the covers, Aeren's back to him. He shuffled closer and placed an arm over Aeren's waist, his paw resting on his chest. Smiling, Aeren brought a paw up and held the paw nestling in his chest fur. '...How did your parents react when you told them?' 'It took 'em a while but eventually they were okay with it. You knew?' 'You got hard when I was drying off. How could I not know?' Aeren purred as the paw on his chest slipped down and began rubbing the side of his thigh. It slid round and found his sheath, running around the circumference. Soon there was a head of red flesh poking out which became the glistening shaft that Ikah had noticed through the pants. He ran a paw down its length several times. Aeren felt a pressure against his buttocks and he rolled over to face his partner. Face to face their members touched and rubbed against each other. They looked into each others gleaming eyes in the near blackness. Aeren made the first move then, moving in and placing his lips over Ikah's. Together their muzzles opened and their tongues explored. They embraced and held each other close, their shafts pressed between them. Aeren's paw explored downwards and found the base of Ikah's tail. After stroking it gently for a short while he ran his paw slightly lower and found the hole below it. Gently running a finger over it he elicited a purr from Ikah. The rumbling purr resonated in Aeren's own muzzle and throat and soon he too was purring into the kiss. Ikah's purr turned into a gasp of pleasure as the finger slid into him. Aeren gently moved the finger in and out, rubbing at the tender passage. Ikah eventually broke the kiss and lowered himself below the covers, the finger sliding out of him. Going lower he found what he was looking for. He tentatively licked at the end of Aeren's member, savouring the taste of the clear fluid there. He circled a paw around the base and gently manipulated it as he opened his mouth and began running his muzzle along the length. Aeren purred louder as the warmth enveloped him. He placed a paw on the back of Ikah's head and stroked the fur, gently, almost imperceptibly he urged the head deeper onto himself. Ikah gave no resistance as he sucked and lapped at the member. He felt Aeren begin to thrust as the pulsing of his shaft quickened. Soon the sensation of warm liquid shooting into his mouth overwhelmed him and he swallowed eagerly. Unable to take in all of the fluid some of it began to run out of the corners of his mouth and dribble down into and around Aeren's sheath. Soon the flow stopped and Aeren reached past his new mate's head, took some of the overflow onto his fingers and licked at them eagerly. Ikah raised off the meat and began to clamber up the form below him, a lustful look in his eyes. Once again the two kissed, only this time it was more urgent, full of passion. Aeren savoured the taste of his own seed on the other's tongue. He instinctively knew what was now expected of him and he was more than willing to comply. He lifted and parted his legs, Ikah going with him. His spent shaft rested against his belly, the remaining fluids soaking into the fur. He hitched his tail back and to the side and soon felt Ikah's stiffness pressing against the opening. Gently it entered, the passage easy as Ikah's own pre-fluids had been untended until now. Soon he was in up to his sheath and was thrusting away. Aeren reached up and caressed the muscular chest before him. He wrapped his legs around Ikah as the thrusting became harder, pushing him as deep as he could go. Ikah all but roared in ecstasy as he began filling Aeren. The warmth filling his insides was almost enough to bring Aeren to climax again and it took only a few seconds of rubbing at his shaft for him to spray what was left of his fluids over himself. Ikah pulled out and lay atop his lover, their shafts resting against each other once more, slowly receding into their sheaths. They rolled onto their sides in a deep embrace, each lost in the other's luxurious fur. 'Y'know, you can stay here as long as you want.' Aeren said hopefully. 'Are you sure I won't be in the way?' 'Sure... There is one problem though...' Ikah looked confused, 'What's that?' 'I've been toying with the idea of turning the spare room into a rec-room... so you'd have to sleep in this room with me.' Ikah smiled lovingly. 'I think I'd like that.' 'Me too.'
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Hitching by Dodgy Cur
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Part 1--
In the midst of a quiet forest, along a beaten trail, a small campfire burned. Around the fire, a troupe of four brave wolves sat. The wolves had been traveling together for several years and were known from there to Nottingham as the bravest mercenaries alive.
Dame Sharess and Sir Darek, the leaders of the troupe sat upon a tree stump across the blaze from Sir Amiel and Sir Mikael. The four adventurers were sharing and reveling over mugs of mead and ale. Their latest song rang throught the woods and echoed over the hills. They sang of the conquest over the serpent highwaymen, and of the duel against the badger warlord; Dalk.
Sir Darek slid along the edge of the makeshift bench until he was pressed tight against Sharess. He could feel the radiant warmth of her tense body. He extended an arm around her shoulder and pressed his muzzle against her neck. Sharess gently placed her paw upon Darek's thigh. She began sliding her hand and-
Sharess' eyes darted and she faced her companions across the fire. The two of them had been watching in uncomfortable silence. Sharess then firmly shoved Darek back off of the stump onto the moist forest floor. Darek looked up at Sharess then over at his friends. The most he could muster was a smile and light chuckle to break the quiet.
Sir Amiel stood and said, "We should prepare the tents. Could you help us Darek, or are you two busy flirting with each other?" Sir Mikael held a paw over his mouth and dipped his head to hide his growing smile.
Darek immediately rose. He lifted a fist and met eye to eye with Amiel. "Knock it off both of you. What do you think your going to accomplish fighting?" Sharess calmly chimed in. Darek realized what he was doing and swiftly walked over to the tent site. Reluctantly, the three men of the group pitched four tents while Sharess sharpened her sword.
Part 2--
In the midst of the night, Darek rose from his bedding and left his tent. He stealthily tread over the fallen branches and leaves to Sharess' tent. He peeled the hide door of the tent to the side. He peered into the darkness within. After adjusting to the new lack of moonlight, he could see Sharess' from sprawled over her wool matting She was completely bare, and he couldn't with all of his might look away.
Her breasts were shapely and ample, and she was of perfect figure. He could see her beautiful cunt as he slowly pulled himself into the tent and he lay next to her.
Her eyes opened drearily, "Darek? Is-is that you Darek?" She muttered. Sharess rolled and faced him, looking deep into his eyes. The two were lying mere inches apart their bodies warm and exposed. He said not a word as he placed a paw on her waist and worked it steadily toward her cunt. She could see the desire in his expression, and he could see the pleading in hers. Gently he massaged her cunt. He felt her body burning and aching with lust.
In a fluid motion she placed herself atop his torso. She sat over him and smiled mischievously at him. She glided down his body, from his torso down, down to his cock. She could feel Darek's very essence. His pulse was intense and rhythmic. He gripped her breasts firmly, though carefully. She lifted herself and freed his erect member to the air. She lowered herself onto his cock and worked it inside of her. Her eyes lit and she moaned lightly.
He began thrusting forcefully into her body. She pleaded to him, she moaned and she squealed. He felt her quivering. His body was tensing and he felt weak. He soon came, releasing into her desperate body. She let out a strangled scream and her body gave. She slid off of his now pulsing and limp cock. She lay atop his body, her face pressed tightly against his chest.
He reached to the edge of the tent and pulled a blanket over the two of them. He looked down at her, now exhausted and weak. As he slipped into a dream, he let a smile dance across his face.
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"The Countess" Parts 1 and 2 by LogicasBestia
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Lost In Los Angeles- Chapter 2
I kept running until I couldn't run any more. After more than three miles of absolute sprinting, my body could give me no more and I collapsed mid-stride.
I fell to the hard ground with an 'oof', the impact knocking the wind out of me as my solar plexus struck a rock.
I lay there, panting heavily, sure my heart was about to pop from the intense adrenaline buzz. I'd barely escaped with my life, managing to get myself entirely lost in the big city. My mind kept going back to earlier, when I almost died. I could still hear the sound of my claws puncturing the zombie's skin, the sick smack of the other one falling to the ground in front of me.
I gave myself five minutes to recover before dragging my exhausted frame back to my feet. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as I panted. I needed water.
It took me a lot of effort to raise my head enough to scan for water, squinting in the bright light of the rising sun. I had no clue where the hell I was, only that I was in Los Angeles, California.
At least, that's where I last remembered myself. Before the dream that I wasn't so sure was a dream anymore.
My ears flicked up at the sound of dripping water. I turned my head to see what the humans called a "gas station", where they would frequently stop their transports and put more fuel into them. I'd heard that this fuel was called gasoline, but I wasn't quite sure. But the place seemed secure.
I took a long, hard look around, scanning for more of those zombies. I saw no one, nothing moving. Even the wind had stopped sometime during my mad sprint.
Reasonably sure that I was safe, at least for the moment, I stepped quickly towards the station. My ears continuously swiveled around my head, searching for any odd sounds.
As I approached the building, I saw that the double doors that provided entry had been knocked partly off their hinges, hanging at a drunken angle. Glass was strewn across the ground before them, razor blade-like shards stabbing up into the air. The lights on the interior of the building flickered and sparked, the ceiling tiles hanging from the roof and scattered across the floor. The contents of every can, bottle, jar, and box in the place were scattered across the tile, mixing in an unattractive blend of food and drink unfit for even a dog.
I was starting to have second thoughts about waltzing into this decrepit place, but my body was crying out for sustenance, and I couldn't ignore it. I gingerly stepped over the broken glass at the entrance, paws edging their way around the blades. My eyes scanned the shadowy darkness, searching for anything out of the ordinary.
After a few minutes, they alit on a pipe that was steadily leaking water onto the floor. The liquid was crystal clear, and I couldn't resist my urges any more.
I bounded over to the puddle and sank my muzzle into it, slurping up as much as my stomach could hold, pausing only for rapid breaths. After several minutes, I was finally sated and slumped over onto my side, my muzzle slick with water.
I lay there, unable to think clearly. My breathing slowly settled into a steady breath every few seconds as I relaxed, taking the opportunity to rest before I had to continue on. My eyelids grew droopy, and I forced myself to move into a cabinet in the gas station's office to take a short nap.
The last thing I remember was pulling the cabinet door closed behind me and settling down on an old discarded human sweatshirt before falling into a deep sleep.
When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but darkness. My mind went into worst-case-scenario mode, my body flailing around as the memories of the past few days rushed through my mind. My paws brushed up against unyielding wood and I panicked. I lost all conscious thought, my paws smacking around and beating against the wooden interior of the cabinet before striking the door and knocking it wide open with a long loud creak. I frantically escaped the cabinet, scrambling across the tile until I crashed head-first into the opposite wall.
"Ow."
The blow knocked some sense back into me, bringing me back to reality. The truth is, it wasn't a reality that I wanted to be part of. All I wanted to do was be with my person in our little house in Nebraska.
That thought made me tear up. It was depressing, being in this shithole that used to be Los Angeles without my person. A tear dripped from my eye and splattered on the ground, followed swiftly by another.
The floodgate let loose.
I took one step back towards the cabinet and fell over, bawling. The tears kept coming, dripping down my muzzle and over my nose. God, I hated this. Just being here was a nightmare, and it got worse with each passing minute.
I put my head down and covered my eyes with my paws. At that moment, I really welcomed the thought of being one of them, one of the zombies. Anything to be released from the pain.
When a small furry paw tapped my shoulder, I flipped out. A loud yelp came out, followed quickly by a ferocious pounce that trapped the newcomer beneath my muscular frame. I bared my teeth, showing off my formidable incisors.
The strange canine, a small collie with black and white fur and a bushy tail, quailed under my stare. Her bottom lip quivered and I could tell that she was about to cry.
After scanning her to make sure she was one hundred percent canine, I let my lips drop and hide my teeth.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I snarled, pressing my paw firmly into her neck. I kept it light, to allow her the breath to respond.
"C-Carly... " she stammered. She was shivering under me, the ends of her fur visibly vibrating. "I-I just w-wanted to see i-if you were okay..."
I kept her pinned. My stare was intimidating enough to make her start pleading for her life.
"P-please, don't kill m-me! I-I'm just a dog! L-like you!"she yelped, struggling futilely to push me off her.
I let her struggle for a moment before relenting. I could tell she was normal. I let off the pressure on her neck and stepped aside, expecting her to scramble to her paws and bolt.
She didn't.
She stood up, shook herself off. The dust on her fur flew off, filling the air with little particles that floated around on the drafts. The look she fixed me with made me regret pinning her down like that, but, hey, I had to make sure, right?
"My apologies," I said softly. "I just had to make sure... You know... That you weren't-"
"A zombie?" she scoffed. "You really don't know anything about them, do you? You must not have been paying attention at all for the last couple of weeks, have you?"
My fur bristled at the attitude, but I held myself in check. My plan was to pump this pup for information.
"I've only been here for a day. Besides, I know a little," I admitted. "Mostly from watching zombie movies with my person, Penny."
"Ha! Those movies are so fake!"
I couldn't help letting out a soft growl.
"Don't go getting all tough and edgy, Bolt," she snapped.
The look of surprise on my face was such that she laughed.
"What, did you think I wouldn't recognize you? Every dog in the country knows who you are! Though, I must say that you're looking a little worse for the wear, aren't ya?"
Suddenly self-conscious, I glanced down at my paws, noticing once again that they were covered in bloodstains.
Her gaze dipped down as well, her eyes widening.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I don't know... I woke up a few hours ago like this..."
"Here? Because I don't remember seeing you here when I dropped by an hour ago." Her ear flicked, indicating her confusion.
"Not here... I don't know exactly where, but I got attacked."
She jumped away from me so fast that one would have thought she'd been bitten by a spider or something.
"You mean..."
"No, no... I'm not a zombie. They didn't lay their disgusting hands on me."
"What happened?" She fixed me with a look of rapt fascination.
"I..." I blushed, embarrassed. "I howled, not on purpose, but I howled. I was sad, I didn't know what to do, and me and my person have this thing where if we're separated, then I howl and she finds me. But she didn't. A zombie found me. It lunged for me, and I dodged it. A second one showed up, and I had to escape. All I could do was knock it over, but when I tried that, my paws got stuck in its rib cage. That's where some of this came from. I had to pull my paws out and then I just ran. This is where I ended up."
"Wow."
"I just want my person back." I sniffled, unable to control the emotions that were starting to overcome me again.
"What's your person's name?"
I chuckled halfheartedly. "I thought you knew who I was?"
"Well... I... Uh..." She blushed, smiling.
"Nah, don't sweat it."
All of a sudden, I felt air under my paws and a sharp stab of pain in my side as something crashed into my side, sending me flying through the air. I yelped upon landing, colliding head-first into a wooden wall.
"Carly!" shouted a male voice.
I looked up through fuzzy vision, kind of spotting a large furry shape through the blurriness. It grew worse, and I found myself fading out into blackness.
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Lost in Los Angeles- Chapter 2 by WPMSpup
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It had been a quiet day. The party passed uninturrupted in their travel, and despite one of the leaf-drakes getting huffy halfway into the day, the problem was quickly remedied by Pula picking a stone from her foot. Kin had fretted about her weight, but that had been a constant complaint for the past week, and even Illiana's polite sympathy had started to run dry. Maleti only agitated the matter, leading to Kin chasing her around the wagon armed with her least expensive feathered head-garment. Bleachbone spent most of the sunlight hours absent, having taken off ahead of the party late the previous night. Mid-afternoon found her waiting for them, tousled and complacently grooming her bloodied paws in the middle of the trail. No one felt like asking her what she had eaten or mated with, and they continued on until the sun started to set. Parpulahu, with help from Ker, was now busying himself untackling the leaf-drakes for the night. Illiana, Reiko and Kin had excused themselves somewhere out of sight. The rest of the party sat peacefully around a large crackling fire, exchanging small talk. Most were spitting fish, and some bravely cooked chunks of the cleanly butchered, but entirely unidentifiable meat brought back from Bleach's second hunting trip. Parpulahu, after putting the tackle, briefly darted into the circle to retrieve his cat and his mystery meat. He stood outside of it momentarily, picking up bits of conversation, then went to sit by Bleachbone, parked at the very edge of the campsite by her own tiny fire. Bleachbone reluctantly lifted her head from her paws as they approached. He sat down beside her on her blanket, idly stroking the bone ridges set along her spine. The glowing embers of the campfire were still emitting some warmth, and Pula poked at them purposefully with his spit stick. The fire flared up, and Bleach rose up, padded a few steps away and laid back down with a doggish huff. Pula turned to look at her briefly, then stared back into the fire. Dorunera, I was wondering something.he began, popping a piece of meat into his cat's mouth. What?Well, you...I ain't joinin' your harem. Scraggly piss-poor piece of work you are. My boys'd make right good fun of me, they would.snorted Bleachbone, stretching her body out. Pula looked offended, his ears drooping comically. Stormwind, perched on his shoulder, mimed his expression. Bleach laughed, a harsh barking sound. She rose up, and as she padded over, it was not a feral wolf but an anthropomorph that settled by his side. "Don't ye go wettin' yer eyes, boy." she said, tossing an arm over him and sqeezing affectionately. Stormwind, crushed by her arm, mewed pitifully and fled to the safety of the ground. I wasn't going to ask you to join. It's just, aside from U'kvich'dya, you're the best friend I have."Wha'bout that there fox gal. Hayfler?" Haycinth. She will help me with my reading, but she thinks of me more like a child or pet."Aye." So, I just wanted to ask...do you want to travel together for a long time?"Lahk how long?" Like...forever?"Nah." said Bleachbone, pulling her arm away from Pula. He looked hurt, but she simply rested her elbows on her legs and stared at the fire for a bit. Forvever, in the context of travel, was no longer a concrete concept for her. Parties were temporary arrangements. As it had been with the first groups she had traveled with, and as it had been with Mizisunaki Micker's group. This group, Reiko's party was different. The group laughing by the larger campfire was a testament to that. Still, she couldn't help but believe that likely conclusion of this party was to go their separate ways. They would hit a job large enough for most of them to see themselves off. Get killed off in the way that adventurers tend to do. Wander home on their own, tired of feeling displaced. Bleach knew that at some point she would leave to find Fox. Wh-why? Aren't we friends?Pula's voice broke the silence and brought her out of her reverie. "Aye." Then why can't we stay together?"Ah ent yer mum." Don't you like me?"Not tha' much. Yer a right terrible road coyote." she chuckled flicking his nose lightly. Pula batted her away, unable to keep a grin off of his face. You're a terrible person."Aye." Don't you want to stay with anyone in this party?"Wha' does it matter? Ye can't be an adventurer fer'ever. We all got tay go our separate ways a' one point or the other, an' after that, Ah'll not see the lot 'o ye again." You mean you'll just go off one day and you won't miss any of us?"Aye." said Bleach, poking her tongue out at him. Pula reached out to grab at it, but was easily pounced on and nibbled around the ears until the two coyotes risked rolling into their own fire. You're awful. Absolutely awful. And all you care about is sex and money. You don't even have a heart!"Never said Ah did." I bet you've never even wanted to group up."Never said Ah didn't." With who?"Ye'd best leave with that." Parpulahu looked as if he was about to argue, but Bleachbone made a very deliberate yawn, showing off a row of clean, perfect, very sharp teeth, and with that, the conversation topic was over. Parpulahu looked away abashedly for a few moments before asking his next question. So, why are you sitting here all alone?"Chee's taken tay hittin' me with that there staff o' his a bit tay much fer mah likin'. Bastard pullin' his own stomach, aye?" said Bleachbone, reaching over to pat Pula on the head. Yes, a little.said Pula with a giggle. He threw his arms around her neck, and the two anthros were replaced by a long-eared tiger cub and a plated wolf, who rolled over on her side to give him and his cat room to snuggle into the few soft parts of her belly. You had me a bit worried when you were staring like that. It looked like you were thinking of something sad.Unseen to Pula, Bleachbone frowned. Don't be fooled, boy. I'm a simple beast. No room in my head for anything but the motto.
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San Leschukhu de san sel De Hahulia by Crossdog367
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Ah, beloved, the hour grows late, and you grow weary. Do not deny it, dearest, for my eyes are keen and can see each and every one of your mortal frailties. If it pleases you, I shall tell you of what you ask. But remember there are things that are better off being unknown. There are things out there in the planes. Monstrous things beyond the likes of which the common tongue's vocabulary can describe.
I would share the experience with you, beloved. You know that I can open my mind to yours, to let you browse the width and breadth of all I am like an open book. I can, but I plead with you to not ask this of me. There lies within me a fragment of a greater creature, a mere shadow of a reflection of a mote of her majesty. She has no name, dearest, for where she dwells she is everything. She is the beginning, she is the end, and whatever is not of her is consumed and devoured until it is. Like I was.
To truly know of what I am, you must know what I was, and what I strove to be. As apropos as my name is now, when I was born it was a title meant to instill a grand destiny. My name is and was Atrocity Kajara, my love, and my birth was the first of the midwife had witnessed in my Emperor's court.
You would not have heard of him, dearest. For to reach out to where he reigns is to slip in between the barriers of existence twice over. The name of our world was lost to the sands of time, as the Empire was ripped from it as a page from a notebook. Ours was a struggle between good and evil, an eternal war fought balanced on the head of a pin.
In every generation there was born a King of Darkness and a King of Light. Each was destined to gather allies to their side, to eventually lead the vanguard of an army against the forces of the Other. All was in balance, dark gave way to light who then in turn gave way to dark. Dawn, day, and dusk. And then? Then my Emperor cheated.
Through manipulating the bloodlines, manipulating his own blood, he was able to draw out power hidden within. Patterns of ancient magic lying dormant within the lineage. It was with this new sorcery that he extended his own life far beyond what was possible with mundane sorcery, for our realm had no undead. Ours was a world for the living.
And the next time the King of Light drew forth, he found himself opposed not merely by a King of Darkness, but the King of Darkness standing at the right hand of the Emperor of Blood. There was no longer a dawn.
With nothing but time until the rebirth of the King of Light, my Emperor busied himself in the blood. The Kajara Line was his masterpiece. From all the men and monsters of our world, my Emperor wove together a tapestry of raw physical and spiritual power.
With my kin at his side, the Darkness grew until it nearly subsumed the Light. Until that holy blood was all but purged from existence, until there could no longer be a King of Light. Upon that day, upon the day when the last child of light first drew breath, the greater gods of our world decreed that the imbalance could be tolerated no longer.
The Empire was cut from the fabric of reality with the sharpest and cleanest of cuts. The gods surgically cut the growing tumor of Darkness from the world they had worked so hard to create. But the power of my Emperor was great. Not great enough to prevent the severing of our existence, not great enough to prevent our casting into the Void.
You know of Planes, dearheart, but do you know of the Void? Eternal stillness. Eternal nothingness. Eternal cold. Infinite in scope. Beyond even the comprehension of those that dwell upon the infinite Abyss, or the infinities of each layer of Hell. For they are not truly infinite as they imagine. How could they truly comprehend infinity and continue their petty little squabbles, their grabbing for the souls of mortal beings.
Know you of Eberron? Or Krynn? Or Toril? Or any of the myriad worlds that the planes seem to coalesce around, the anchors that give the other planes meaning. Imagine, dearest, the greatest of these. A magnificent sphere of rock, of soil, of water, of ice, and of magma, titanic in scale. Now imagine, dearest, the radiant sun. An incredible fire so large and so dense that it collapses inward upon itself, burning and crushing the very air around us again and again until it becomes iron. That fire is a million times bigger than the tiny orbs upon which mortal men dwell.
From that incredible pyre to its nearest sibling is an even greater distance still. A distance so great that it can be measured only by taking the movement of the fastest thing known to mortal minds, light, and measuring the distance that it travels in the span of one year. Four of them. Four years it takes for the light shining from the nearest star to reach mortal eyes.
Imagine a hundred such stars. A thousand such stars. A million. A billion. A trillion. All of that? Not even a speck in the face of infinity. There are trillions of those not-specks just in the blackness that can be seen. In the face of this, it is no wonder that the gods and outsiders turn their gazes inward to the small affairs of a handful of worlds and the planar bubbles centered around them.
Now, think of that great mass of an incomprehensible scale and it as a grain of sand on a beach. One possibility upon a beach of possibilities. All of immense, unimaginable, eternal creation branching off with each new event, each of the tiniest potentials that could be. In this writhing mass of what is, what was, and what could be, nothing could exist outside of it. For it encompasses all there is.
But you can step beyond, beloved. Perhaps not you personally, but some have the power to tear open the very fabric of reality and step into the nothingness that does and does not exist between what is, what was, and what will be. Within the nonexistence are things, that even in nothing exist nonetheless.
The very gods had ripped us from existence, the memory of what we were gone in its entirety. An entire continent that had been, never was. But my Emperor's power preserved us. In the eternity between moments within the Void his power brought us into existence again. A newly born world upon which our discarded scrap of reality settled. A nest of some unimaginable cosmic jackdaw who cherished the gleam and sparkle of the Emperor's power.
Like any other world it had its gods, its demons, its powers, its inward-facing patrons. With the new world came new blood, collected from other scraps of castff realities. The Empire grew glorious with new wonders and new horrors alike, crafted by my Emperor's hand. And I? I was one of them. Destined to be a horror, beloved, an Atrocity. The Kajara were made to serve the Emperor in so many different ways. But only a chosen few earned his favor.
His hand in our creation, our birth, was not enough to warrant the honor of serving him truly, to become the faintest droplet of the Blood. We would need to be reborn. Reborn through the elements, through the Void.
With all that I know, with all that is within my capacity to describe, my love, I still lack the means to properly convey the sensations as my Emperor placed his hand upon me, sending his power through me in order to remake me anew.
My body and mind were torn apart. I was sand upon a beach, my body no longer a body, but a smattering of dirt and dust that no longer knew existence. A mind that ripped and shredded and tore itself apart, beyond bestial rage, beyond animal cunning, beyond even instinct to no longer even be. I ceased to exist. I had no mind, no body, no soul. And yet I still was.
Cut adrift from all existence, not in the void, but the dust of my non-being scattered to the winds over unwanted tidbits of reality, cast aside by megalomaniacal gods. It was there that I found her, beloved. It was there that I found... my goddess. That word is an insult and I weep at my limited magnitude of comprehension and utter inability to describe her magnificence.
She dwells in the Void, beloved. She has been there for time untold. Time beyond time. She merely is. She consumes the scraps that the gardener gods cast aside, the unwanted, cancerous reality that they decree must not be. She is life. She is death. She is everything. She is nothing. She is She Who Thrives Between, and she devoured the nothingness that I had become.
I weep even to think of it, beloved. I weep tears of water from my eyes, just as every fiber of my being weeps with her essence. For a glorious instant and a horrific eternity I was a part of her. I was but a single atom of a being of unimaginable power. She is a single being so vast as to defy infinity, and yet I felt her vibrant embrace.
She took the dust of nothing that I had become, and made me something again. She is something like a plant, like an animal, like a fungus, like a bacteria, like a virus, and yet nothing like any of them. In seconds and eons I grew from nothingness. I had a mind again. A feeble one with no more intellect than a cockroach. I had roots, I grew, I fed, I hunted, I devoured.
And in time and in nothingness I was, once again. I had a self, an identity, an instinct. She took the pieces that my Emperor created and sculpted something with them, with a touch of her own image. In her unimaginable mind she knew all that I had known, all that I would ever know, all that my delicious scrap of a world could ever be, or ever have been.
And so she completed me, even though I had failed my Emperor. I lacked the will, the strength, the stamina, call it whatever you will to hold onto myself through my journey into the void and beyond.
I was sent into the void the moment before my death, as my Emperor ripped out my heart and placed it in my own hands, beloved. I was reborn in the nothingness, in the between that does not exist. After eternities I realized that I drew breath, that I was fully existent once again.
The round worlds of the material plane were strange and unfriendly, their skies empty of the corkscrewing moons and gleaming comets. The comforting expanse of the rest of the world no longer curved comfortably up at the horizons. The impossible donut of my home was gone, and in all my searching I have never found the merest trace of it.
Nor did I expect to, dearest. My beloved Empire had been cut away for what is, was, and could have ever been real. I doubt even the gods who cut us away remember. But that matters little. Though I have failed to prove myself worthy of my Emperor's favor, I've known the love and compassion of She Who Thrives Between. A piece of her came with me when I arrived here, after all. With such a tiny mote as myself it will take eternities before these planes are fertile enough to draw in her roots, her teeth, her tongues. Everything will know her wonderful, beautiful, horrible, caress. In time.
Ssh. There, there beloved. There is nothing for you to fear. My heart belongs to you, and to you alone. So soft and warm, is it not? Comforting. Such a beautiful thing, my heart is. So smooth and polished and gleaming. Flesh made stone made metal made crystal made soil made wood made sap made amber.
I told you, dearest. I told you that some things were better left unknown. You wished to know of me and my heart. You can see for yourself how black it is. How could it be anything but? My heart is a fickle thing, dearest, and you know as well as any what can be done with it. It is not wise to wear my love on your sleeve, but rather best to keep it concealed and cozy, my love for you hidden away from the world.
You stole my heart, beloved. And now I belong to you. For my love will never die, and neither will I. Though they have tried, dearest. Oh how they have tried. And you would know this better than anyone.
You and your friends fought quite valiantly. I do apologize for the mess I made of them. I applaud your ingenuity in recognizing that with possession of my heart comes my loyalty, my affection, my love, and my eternal devotion. Or as eternal as it comes with mortal beings, so soft, so swift, and so fragile.
It is a shame that young woman in white was the first to fall. But the recently departed lich did have quite a keen intellect. If only the devotees of your sun god were a bit less... shall we say flamboyant in their style of dress and their pride in showing off his symbols?
Just lay on your side, beloved, let the coughing expel the fluid. Your body is a fertile ground for my essence to take root and grow. Your wounds have weakened you, my dear. I would restore you, if I could. But the blood that runs through my veins does not truly belong to me, but to Her. Your warmth, your vibrancy brings about her coming just the most miniscule bit faster.
Your poison-using friend and his lacking mental defenses are as much to blame as I. Were it not for his poisoned dagger, you would be able to expel my lady's caress from your body. You have another hour, perhaps two before you succumb. You need not be concerned, dearest, you have fulfilled your vow. As you requested, his phylactery is now dust. You have accomplished what generations have not. Doing so much with the short amount of time you've been given.
Yes, I will see to it that they all receive a proper burial, and you as well. My heart is not my own to give, dearest, you know that, but if there is any individual in particular that you would desire for me to bring your remains, that could certainly make sure I don't 'fall into the wrong hands' as it were.
I am at heart a wicked thing, my love, you know that. I have all the time in the world, and the next, and the next. My lady's will shall be done in time. But she is patient. If this person is as you say, than my heart will be in good hands.
No more words, beloved. Your body is weary. Close your eyes and sleep. You have earned your eternal rest. I do wish that we had not met under such dire circumstances, you have the wit to ask the right questions, and the curiosity to tread right into dangerous subjects. I have not been able to share so much about myself for so long now.
Sleep, beloved. Shed your mortal shell in peace and let your soul begin upon its journey. Sleep.
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Furr Tail: Tail 3 - Gym Partners (C) 2006 by KaleShadowWalker Stories (C) 2006 ShadowWalker (Shadow) (c) Me Zerrex (c) Zerrex Ravenlight Narrius
This series of stories contain adult themes including, but not limited to: Male Masturbation, M/M Oral Sex and M/M Anal Sex. If you are not into sexual activates between 2 or more males or you not of legal age (18/21 depending on where you live), then do not proceed any further. Otherwise, feel free to send me comments/questions/suggestions/etch. to me at Now, on to the gay furry smut!
Shadow watched himself in the mirror as he curled the dumbbell the last few reps. He enjoyed working his three-hundred and twenty-five pounds of muscle that he had been able to back onto his six-foot eleven wolven frame. He was proud of his body, but not so much that he was a jerk to smaller furrs. Actually, they usually approached him if they needed help.
Today was different though. He couldn't keep focused on what he was doing. He was sure he had done the same exercise at least three times already. His eyes and thoughts kept drifting to the defined body of the drakkaren beside him. He had never seen him before, but couldn't seem to stop staring. The reptile's scaly skin was a shade of hunter green that turned to a deep navy blue on his shirtless torso. He had to constantly reshift his focus back to his workout. Thoughts of what color lay under the gray sweatpants and what his cock would feel like in his muzzle threatened to cause a noticeable tent. He was sure that the male beside him was straight, his gaydar having gone off the second he saw him.
He hoped that he hadn't gotten caught glancing at the rock hard body. Though he could have sworn he caught him doing the same, but it could have been just wishful thinking. He sat the dumbbell down and headed towards the locker room. He couldn't concentrate enough to finish his workout, so it was time to head home. He entered the locker room and found it was empty despite the number of furrs currently in the gym. "Good," he thought, "No lines for the shower."
He undressed quickly, putting his gym clothes into his locker and wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked to an empty shower, pulled the curtain and started the water. The hot cascade of water felt good on his sore muscles. He stood under the deluge for a while and let his mind wonder to the drakkaren. He closed his eyes and slowly began to caress his sheath slowly, imagining the reptile was licking it slowly. The pink tip was starting show when a sudden noise pulled him from his thoughts. He swung around and slipped, falling right in the strong arms he had just been lusting for. "Sorry. Didn't mean to frighten you. I see I found you though, that's good. I saw you watching me." He helped the wet lupine to his feet.
"I...I..." Shadow stammered.
A finger touched his lips, silencing him. "It's ok. I was watching you too. You are one sexy wolf. I've always enjoyed a man with muscles."
Shadow watched as his hand slipped down the wet chest, across his chiseled abs and started to massage his furr covered balls. It was only then he realized that the reptiles' clothes were gone and gasped at the sight. An obsidian monster hung from his crotch, already half hard. He reached out a paw slowly and wrapped it around. It was so thick that he couldn't fit the entire thing in his hand. He began to slowly stroke it and felt it throb in response. "Such a beautiful sight," he whispered, continuing to stroke it. A finger slipped under his muzzle and brought it up, their eyes meeting.
"Not as beautiful as you wolf," the drakkaren said, "My name is Zerrex Ravenlight Narrius, but call me Zerrex. I don't believe I caught your name."
"It's simply ShadowWalker, but everyone calls me Shadow. I'm glad you think I look good. Not many males do. They all think I have an ego that matches my muscles." His voice began to break and tears run thru the fur on his face. "It's...not...true. I...I...I...just want...to be loved..."
Zerrex pulled the sobbing wolf against his strong chest and lightly stroked his back as the water fell over them both. After a few minutes, Shadow pulled back and wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry for that. I'm not usually like this."
"It's ok. I understand. That's why I came looking for you," Zerrex responded. "I could see the kind, gentle spirit under that muscled body. Now, what do you say to coming with me to my place for a little," his hand reached down and squeezed his furry ass, "fun?"
Shadow grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. After a minute, he stopped and simply said, "Ok." They finished the shower before dressing and leaving together in Zerrex's car. Shadow sat up against the lizard for the entire ten minute drive. They pulled into the driveway of the house and he oohed and ahhed over it. They entered the house and left a trail of discarded clothes on the way to the bedroom. Shadow laid in the middle of the huge bed with the drakkaren hovering over him.
Zerrex began planting soft kisses on muzzle and neck as one hand gently massages his muscular chest. Shadow murred softly as the hand dipped lower to tease his abs and then his furry sheath. He took his paws and ran them through his white hair as his member was brought to full attention. The hand moved from the twelve inches as he slid up to kiss Shadow deeply. He caught a glimpse of the obsidian member full length and gasped in pleasure. It was at least eighteen inches long and he doubted he could fit a single paw around it. Their jaws worked against each other as Shadow began to thrust gently against the thick cock laying on his.
Their tongues danced for a while longer before Shadow pulled from the kiss. He wrapped his legs around and hooked them behind the lizards back. "Take me." He whispered into his ear. "I want all of you. Please."
"Well, I hate to deny such a handsome creature." He smiled before lifting off the wolf. He took his legs and hooked them over his shoulders, smiling down at him the whole time. "This may hurt, so I'll go slowly, but I promise that it'll feel real good soon enough." He positioned his shaft at the entrance of the lupine tail and began to slowly push against it. He could feel the tight ring resist before finally relaxing and letting the intruder in. He felt the tight virgin passage grip his tightly as he slowly hilted himself.
Shadow's eyes watered at the pain and his paws gripped the bed as the huge member stretched him to what felt like impossibly wide. He let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding in when the drakkaren finally came to a stop. He relaxed some as the reptiles muzzle nuzzled against his chest.
"Are you ok?" Zerrex asked, looking into his eyes.
"I'll be just fine." he responded.
"Good." Zerrex smiled and slowly pulled back almost all the way out, leaving only head in. He began to thrust slowly back and forth in the lupine as he kissed him gently. He increased the speed a bit, thrusting into him with more passion and want.
Pleasure and pain mixed as the obsidian penis massaged his prostate. All too soon, the pain was totally replaced by pleasure and he murred loudly. His hips began to meet the lizards thrusts, his own shaft rubbed between his soft fur and the scaly stomach of his new partner. He took a paw and traced along his spine slowly as the other gently played in his white hair. The thrusts picked up speed and power, causing the head board to whack against the wall. He groaned as the oversized reptilian balls bounced off of his ass with every thrust.
Zerrex leaned down and began to kiss Shadow deeply. His jaw worked against the smaller on of the lupine as their tongues danced back and forth, exploring every inch they could. His shaft throbbed in pleasure as he pounded the lupines tail. The heat and friction of the tight passage drove him to new heights with every thrust. He took a paw and began to work the wolf's cock in time with his thrusting, paying special attention to the head and forming knot. All too soon, he felt his orgasm began to bubble up from deep in him. He began to squeeze the knot as his shaft became hardened steal. He let out deep and long groans of pleasure as he thrust hard into the passage, his seed erupting from the tip of his penis. Cum began to leak out as he continued to release his load.
Shadow began to howl as the combination of the heat from the drakkaren seed and the hand on his knot sent him over the edge. The first few shots coated both of their chests, making them white and sticky. His ass muscles contracted around the steal shaft buried in him, renewing Zerrex's orgasm. His howl died down as the drakkaren collapsed on top of him, pinning his still leaking shaft between them. He took a paw and stroked the smiling face looking up at him. "That was wonderful." He breathed finally.
"Yes it was." Zerrex replied. "But not as wonderful as you. I love you."
"I love you too." Shadow replied. He hugged him hard and rocked gently before they both fell asleep.
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*(This is only my second story and I enjoyed writing it immensely. The important thing, however, is how you, the readers, enjoy it. Please post any comments you have. I will take them all to heart. My intension is to make this a continuing story.
Finally, I would also like to thank terimarie for her wonderful job of editing. I recommend to her to all you authors out there. Thank you.)*
They call him the Fixer. His job is nothing less than unusual -- offering assistance to couples in need of extra spice in the bedroom or helping husbands loosen up their sexually repressed wives. He advertises discreetly on two web sites. After receiving emails, he chooses the most interesting or enticing to respond to. After an exchange of emails and sometimes pictures, he decides if they will go to the next level of scheduling a meeting. If they are all comfortable with this meeting, he will proceeds with what he likes to call his "project."
Over the past two years he's taken on ten projects. Although it doesn't seem like a lot, he has had several repeat sessions with eight of the wives -- most without their husbands' presence or knowledge. This is his ultimate satisfaction and pleasure.
This is the story of his most recent project -- and how dramatically it changed him. It began with a husband who wanted help in thawing his frigid wife. From the emails and finally the first meeting, the Fixer quickly surmised the problem -- the husband was really only interested in his own gratification. He had no idea what his wife's needs were. In his selfish mind he had a frigid wife.
Both in their mid-thirties, they were professionals and in relatively good shape. We won't spend much time on describing the husband. Jena, however, deserves some time. She was 5'8" and weighed about 145 lbs. She looked to be of some Mediterranean ancestry, with an olive complexion and short dark brown hair. Her mouth was wide with full lips. Her breasts were large and natural, at least a C+ cup size. They looked like what he liked to call fat mom tits. He immediately loved her wide hips and heart shaped ass. Long, well-formed legs finished the picture. She had a classic Sophia Loren body.
They all met for the first time in a local hotel bar. Jena and her loser husband met the Fixer at 7pm on a Friday night. Jena liked what she saw. The Fixer was about 6'3", 220 pounds with grayish-brown hair. He appeared to be forty-five. He was actually fifty-two. He was dressed in gray slacks and blue polo shirt.
Jena had at first been reluctant, but when her husband explained that this person, called the Fixer, would help bring her out of her shell, she at least agreed to the meeting. Though she was still fond of her husband, he was a selfish lover and she had stopped truly loving him sometime ago. Jena thought maybe this was a chance to have the type of sex she had always heard about. Though she was still nervous, she did like what the Fixer looked like.
"Hello, you can call me Rich. Jena, you are indeed a beautiful woman," the Fixer said. "I do hope we have the chance to get to know each other better."
Jena blushed, looking away from his admiring eyes and thanked him. Her husband ordered drinks, engaging in small talk.
"So what happens now?" her husband asked.
"That's entirely up to Jena. Jena would you like for this to go to the next step? Would you like to come upstairs with me?" the Fixer asked gently.
She nervously took a sip of her drink this time without breaking eye contact with him. "Yes I would," she replied.
The Fixer smiled and reminded them both of the original agreement. Jena would go upstairs with him -- if she agreed, she would stay with him through Saturday with the freedom of leaving at anytime. Either way, the Fixer would get her home safely. Her husband was to leave. He could go wherever he wanted, but was instructed not to stay on the premises, eliminating the possibility of second thoughts.
Both agreed, while her husband, the silly bastard, nodded his head in approval with an idiotic grin on his face. As they enjoyed one more drink, most of the conversation was between the Fixer and Jena. His low, gentle voice and caring eyes helped to put her at ease. She also liked the way he would touch her hand when talking with her.
The Fixer stood up and told her husband he could go now. He then held out his hand to Jena and said, "Come with me."
When her husband attempted to say something to her, the Fixer calmly said, "Please go, she's mine for now. I'll send her back to you a changed woman."
The two of them walked together to the elevator with his arm around her waist. Once the elevator doors closed, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly. She responded by opening her lips and meeting his probing tongue with her own. As he broke the kiss, he told her how much he was looking forward to getting to know her tonight. She smiled and nodded. He knew at that moment he had read her correctly.
Once on the twelfth floor, they walked down the hall to his suite. He opened the door and followed her in. The room they entered contained a king size bed, sofa, wet bar and hot tub. A large bathroom was off to one side and glass sliding doors covered the far wall, opening to a beautiful balcony overlooking the city.
He led her to the sofa, made sure she was comfortable and poured them both a glass of champagne. Sitting beside her, he asked what it was she wanted in her sex life, what was missing? She looked at him in surprise.
"Look, I know what your husband has been saying and what he expects from this, but it's obvious to me that you are the one who's not satisfied," he said. "So please, don't hold back. I'm here to give you what you want -- tell me what you want."
She put the glass to her lips and took a long sip. Knowing she was hesitant, the Fixer patiently gazed into her eyes, placed his hand on hers and waited for a response. Taking a deep sigh, Jenna placed her glass on the table and said, "My husband's idea of sex and romance are the same. He expects me to respond to him after a couple of gropes from him. If I'm not ready when he tries to enter me, he says it's my fault because I'm not trying."
She paused. The Fixer rubbed her hand softly, encouraging her to continue. "He expects me to go down on him every time, but won't do the same for me -- it's frustrating," she said, looking away. "When he does enter me, he only lasts about 5 minutes at the most. Then he tells me 'that was great,' rolls over and falls asleep. We've been married 6 years and I've only had one brief relationship before that, so I thought this is just the way it's supposed to be."
Once again meeting his eyes she said softly, "The last year or so I've begun to realize that I'm missing something."
"Yes, you have been," he said. "I'm here for you -- tell me exactly what you want so I can make things pleasurable for you. My own pleasure will come from yours."
He could see the drinks were relaxing her. She looked at him shyly and said she just wanted to experience what she had been missing. "Will you let me set the lead? Do you trust me?" he asked. She nodded.
He stood, pulling her up against him. As they kissed for the second time that evening, their lips and tongues explored more freely, while his hands gently explored her ripe body. Her ass was full and firm, her breasts soft, but supple. He couldn't wait to see her out of her sundress, but knew from experience that patience would win out.
"Please go into the bathroom and remove your shoes and underwear," he said softly, but more firm than before. "Keep you sundress on."
She surprised him by smiling and hurrying to comply. When he heard the toilet flush, he thought "good girl no full bladders in the way." When she returned, she was a vision. Sundresses were one of his favorites, they showed off a woman's body better that most garments. It molded over her large breasts, her partially aroused nipples poked through the material, down her flat belly to her flaring hips and ass. With the bathroom light behind her, he could just make out her mound.
"Is this better?" she asked.
"Perfect, come sit with me," he replied.
He drew her close on the sofa and this time when they kissed, he could feel her body through the fabric of her sundress. He squeezed and hefted her right breast. This brought a sigh from Jena and she kissed him harder. When he pinched her nipple she moaned into his mouth. His right hand was holding her head while his left dropped from her breast to her ass. After a few squeezes, he moved his hand to her thigh, gradually raising her dress until her bare skin was exposed. Jenna shuddered as the Fixer lightly stroked her bare thigh with his fingers.
Continuing their passionate kiss, it was obvious to him this was the type of attention Jena craved. He moved his hand higher while she spread her legs to give him access. Moaning when his fingers brushed over her outer lips, he discovered that she was more than moist, making it easy to penetrate her soft, full inner lips.
Slowly parting her lips, the Fixer eased his index finger into her pussy and curled it up, causing Jenna to experience a hard climax. She whimpered a "thank you" and laid her head on his shoulder while she caught her breath. He held her tight, thinking what a sex-starved woman she was and what an asshole her husband was.
The Fixer instructed Jenna to get in the hot tub and he would join her shortly. After running hot water, he headed to the bathroom. He needed to use the facilities, but also wanted to give her privacy to disrobe.
When he left, she pulled her dress off and stepped into the hot tub. It felt great. She was looking forward to seeing him naked and seeing what else was in store for her. He had already made her feel better with just his touch, caress and kisses. She also suspected from the bulge she felt while on the couch that he was much bigger than her husband.
He returned wearing one of the hotel's robes. Standing at the edge of the hot tub, he looked at her admiringly. She was sitting across from him with her legs slightly spread. He could see her dark trimmed bush. Her breasts were magnificent. He had mistaken the size earlier -- they had to be close to D cups with dark tight nipples that were hard and fat.
"May I join you?" he asked
"Oh, please, yes," she coyly replied. She was really beginning to relax and enjoy the experience. When he dropped his robe, she gave a small gasp. His cock was only semi hard, but looked to be already longer and thicker than her husband's. He just smiled and sat on the edge of the tub. He began to slowly stroke his cock while watching her staring at it. Patience was not one of his usual virtues, but he forced himself. He was rewarded when she began to move toward him never taking her eyes off his cock. She squatted between his legs and pushed his hand away, replacing it with both of hers. She slowly stroked him as he continued to harden for her. Finally she held him in one hand and looked at his 9½-inch long 3-inch thick monster. Her hand did not fit all the way around.
"My God, that will never fit," she said in disbelief.
"You were made for this," he said soothingly. "By the time we're finished, you will feel my cock everywhere. I'll go slowly and only at your pace. This is about your pleasure."
He reached out and slowly pulled her head toward his cock. She pushed it up against his belly and began to lick up its length until she got to its' head. She pulled his cock down to her mouth and attempted to engulf the head, but had a hard time stretching her mouth. She kept working it until the head popped past her lips. She waited a moment while panting around his cock and thru her nose. Her tongue was busy working as much of his head as it could in the now confined space. She pulled off and swallowed the head 3 or 4 more times until her lips had stretched to more comfortably accommodate it.
Before returning to her task, she looked up at him, smiled, and said she was going to enjoy his cock. He couldn't help but smile back at his new conquest and reached out to pull her head back to his cock. This time she swallowed at least another four inches of his cock. With one hand holding the remaining part of his cock, she began to bob her head up and down while stroking him. She was a great cocksucker and soon had his cum flowing down her throat. She continued to suck and lick his cock head until he lowered himself into the tub.
He pulled her to him and kissed her mouth. He tasted remnants of himself on her. He reached between them and lifted a breast in each hand. He leaned down and licked and sucked first one then the other nipple. His gentle bites brought moans from her.
Two things surprised her; he was still paying attention to her and she could feel his still semi hard cock against her belly.
He had her bend against the edge of the tub so he could sit behind her. He had perfect access to her ass and pussy. She trembled when he grabbed her heart shaped ass and spread her cheeks. Her asshole was puckered tight and didn't appear to have been invaded recently. She had prominent inner lips that pouted out invitingly. She had been trimmed, but he would have to do a better job for her later.
He leaned in and licked from her clit to her asshole, then spent some time licking around and attempting to force his tongue into her rectum. It was obvious from her moans that this was a new experience for her. He slipped lower into the water giving him better access to her pussy. When he spread her lips and stuck his tongue into her depths, he was welcomed by her wetness. Along with her enticing aroma, she also tasted good.
She began to wiggle against his face moaning and sighing. He kept this probing up for some time. By now her clit was quite prominent and stuck out at least a half-inch. He clamped on to it with his lips and rubbed his nose into her pussy, while pushing a finger into her ass. She began to ride his face. Soon she shuddered, held herself still and came on his face. He slowed his licking down until she caught her breath.
"That was a first for me. No one has ever done that to me," she whispered.
She turned around and sank down in the tub, pulled him close and kissed him deeply. She reached down and held his cock. He was ready for her. She got up and asked him to just sit there so she could straddle him. "I want that monster in me, but you're so big I need to control the pace," she said.
After he complied, she stood over him. He looked at her breasts above him, again amazed at their shape and size. Before she could sit down, he pulled her close and buried his face in her pussy. She squealed and pushed him away laughing. She then knelt over him and lowered herself until his cock head touched her pussy lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock and began to rub it against her opening. When she had him positioned, she began to lower herself. As her pussy began to stretch, she began to moan and pant. Once the head was in she took another 3 inches and then withdrew. She lowered herself and each time took another inch.
He couldn't believe how tight she was. It felt as if he was fucking a virgin. Each time she lowered herself, he pulled down on her hips, filling her cunt slowly with his hard cock. When he had about six inches in, he was in fact visiting virgin territory. He had her breasts at his disposal so he would hold one and then the other while keeping her nipple tight in his mouth.
She thought she was going to faint. She had never felt so full and she still had more than three inches to go. Her nipples were enjoying his attention. When she lowered herself, it caused her breast to be pulled and extended. This just added to her sensory overload. She began small short strokes until she got comfortable and courageous. Then suddenly she dropped down forcing the last of his cock deep within her. She shrieked, spasmed and climaxed. She felt as if she was losing consciousness. Her spasms lasted for several minutes and she buried her face in his neck, gasping through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He held her tight and enjoyed the feel of his tightly wrapped cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. He thought her very daring to have forced the final part of his cock into her virgin depths. When she calmed down after about five minutes, he reached under her ass and began to lift and drop her. The buoyancy of the water helped this.
She enjoyed the pleasure/pain of this stuffing. While he bounced her, she lifted one of her breasts to his mouth. She shuddered thru a mini cum when he sucked the nipple in hard and clamped on to it with his teeth. She felt his speed increase and his sucking become hungrier until she felt his cum spurt into her depths.
He held her until his heart rate returned to normal, running his hands up and down her ass and back. He told her to stand up so he could get up. She moved to him and began to clean his cock. When she finished, he stepped out of the tub and grabbed a large spa towel. He held it for her and when she got out, he wrapped it around her. He dried himself and put his robe on. After they were both dry, he poured some champagne and they sat on the sofa together.
"So tell me how you feel. What did you enjoy, what didn't you enjoy?" he asked.
"I...I enjoyed it all," she stammered. "I can't believe what I've been missing. Your cock felt wonderful stretching my mouth and pussy. I loved your tongue and lips on my breast and pussy. You can do anything you want to me, anytime."
"Careful what you wish for," he said with a chuckle.
"I know your cock is above average, but do most men like to eat pussy and play with breasts and nipples like you do?" she asked.
"Men who want to please their women find out what turns them on by experimenting and asking questions. Any man who pleasures his woman will only increase his own pleasure," he explained. For a moment, he had forgotten his role as the Fixer -- as a teacher -- and was caught up in the moment just like Jenna was.
As midnight approached, he asked if she wanted to be taken home. Her answer was clear, as she stood up, dropped her towel and pulled him to her. Gently opening his robe, she kissed him lightly and led him to the bed by his cock.
Turning off the lights, the room dimly glowed from the outside city lights. When she lay down, he rolled her on her side and spooned up behind her. He pushed one arm under her and wrapped the other around her. This gave him one of her breasts in each hand. His cock began to stir. She reached back and placed his cock at her pussy opening and turned her head around so they could kiss. As his cock came back to life, they both pushed to ensure its' entry into her tunnel. They started a slow motion that soon has his entire cock again buried in her depths.
She turned away from him so she could push back and make sure she had all of him. While he continued to squeeze her breasts, she kept up a slow rocking motion. Several minutes later she felt another powerful climax roll through her body. Shortly after, she felt him stiffen and felt the warmness of his cum filling her again.
They fell asleep, arms around each other, with his cock still buried in her wet pussy.
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Nocti's Journal. Things have been boring with Terra off training. Nemi's been on another world helping to train a... Renamon? I think that's the name. They're taking over as manager of one of Mistress's clubs. I kinda envy them. I woul-
I stopped working on my journal, as I saw a new message alert pop up on my heads-up display. It was from Mistress.
>
>
> "Noc, come up to my quarters. I have a rather... unique need at the moment, and you're the only other one I'm comfortable with sharing it in, aside from the three that are already with me. Single head, Cerberus boy, and make sure your schedule is clear for a week or so. I'm keeping you with me."
>
>
I blinked a few times, wondering how shi knew I was in Nemi's quarters instead of my own--mine being on the same level as hirs. With a shrug, I stood up on all fours and stretched out as a feral, then took on my older anthro form as I walked though the empty common room and upstairs to the main level. Whatever Mistress wants, it's going to be interesting.
When I got to hir room, I noticed a group what looked like four heads laying on hir bed. However, the closer I got, the more I realized that something was rather odd about the situation. Then... when I was right on top of them, my jaw instantly dropped. There, laying on front of me in a panting mess, were Mistress, Len, Fay and Mistress's newest acquisition Aquia, a Vaporeon. Except, Len was Mistress's left arm, Fay was hir left leg, and Aquia was hir right leg. Their heads had taken the place of hir hands and feet, and their own limbs were missing--except Aquia's tail, which had replaced Mistress's. They made hir look... muscular... and hot... and the entire situation made me horny beyond reason. Me and my damn lust for muscles.
"Good, I was wondering when you'd get here." Mistress said, catching hir breath as shi raised up, using Len to somehow prop hirself into a sitting position. "I need one last piece, and you're it..." Shi paused as shi grabbed onto my groin with hir faintly glowing right hand and arm. "...whether you like it or not."
All at once, I felt a rush of numbness enter my entire body, almost like how one's leg and foot feel when they 'fall asleep'. It tingled like a massage, and went from creepy and awkward to out-right amazing in a few seconds.
"O... Oh *gods*, Mistress!" I screamed out as I lost all feeling in my legs. Looking down, I saw them disappear into my body, quite literally as if they were dematerializing, and soon joined by my tail. Shi gave me a sadistic grin as shi pushed hirself into me, my now-former hips connecting to hir shoulder.
For some reason, I felt a faint taste of cum as the transformation continued, my breasts shrinking completely as I started to pant like mad from the lovely massage my nerves were giving me. It was absolutely heavenly, even if it was very strange. Then, I felt my arms disappear, and my back cracked as a new hinge joint appeared where the elbow should be. Finally, my neck and head become more feral-like as their natural position mimicked a hand and wrist.
Soon, the feeling of my overloaded nerves faded, only to be replaced by a shared sensation from all points of Mistress's body. I could feel the mask over hir face, Len's Grovyle chin painlessly propping hir up, and I could even taste both Fay and Aquia's saliva-coated tongues as they lay out below, now feet for our owner. When Mistress swung around and planted those "feet" on the ground, I could even feel the ground against their now thicker throats, fully protected from the weight and pressure of their new use.
Shi gave a soft moan as I felt control of my face transfer to hir, mine and Len's maws being used to pick up Senkairu Gas Masks from hir nightstand. "You five will make for a good group."
As shi used us like hands, and even buckled the gagged masks with our tongues, a thought came across my mind. "Five?" I asked the moment I could, my eyes gazing up at hir's before shi summoned my mask over my head, sans gag.
"Yes." Shi said with a grin, Len's mask appearing over his head as all four of us limbs were encased in a sealed rubber suit with Mistress. Shi then pointed me downwards at hir groin, which sported a thick black rubber cock "You see my new shaft? That's Nemi, who begged me to include him in the fun. Now he's my quivering mass of bliss after becoming my cock and balls."
I blushed brightly, now able to trace that hint of cum back to my lover. Then without thinking, I said something that I'd probably regret later. "May I have a turn later, Mistress?"
Shi stopped suddenly, looking down at my now very warm face, though I'm sure shi could tell. Everyone else dropped their jaw as best they could, stunned that I'd blurt out something like that. However, Mistress gave me a very mischievous smile. "I'll consider that a standing invitation for when you least expect it."
Without warning, I felt control of my maw leave me as shi stuffed my face into hir crotch, wrapping "Nemi" with my tongue as I was forced to suckle on the thick black latex meat. It wasn't any different from when shi took me roughly, yet if I still had a cock of my own, I'd probably be so hard that I'd cum just from sheer horniness alone. I didn't have a choice in sucking off my Mistress. Shi was in control, and gods did shi... we taste amazing. I could hear hir and Len moaning out, and we shivered in bliss as one being. Even the precum tasted better than usual, and that was saying a lot for me.
More and more, my mouth worked over that lovely shaft like only Mistress could, and all I was able to do was let hir control me and take mental notes to better myself for hir. That, an enjoy the sweet nectar hir amazing balls made. Sweeter than any fruit or honey ever could be. Finally, I let out an unconscious howl as both Mistress and Len gave their own roars of ecstasy. Jets of white hot cum splattered against my tongue and throat, and gulped it down hungrily, eventually realizing that Mistress had returned control to me when shi sensed I was more than eager to please.
Shi pulled me back and withdrew my mask to let the last of hir seed splatter across on my bare face. Then, I felt hir gave a rather evil grin and used the bottom of Len's jaw to rub it into my fur before encasing my head once again.
"Let that be a reminder of who and what you are." Shi told me in a mock cruel tone. "You're my hand and arm until I say so. A body part, only getting freedom when I let you." Shi knew of my love of being abused and humiliated, and how much it turned me on... and how little it actually affected me outside of my horniness after some failed 'revenge'.
Nocti's journal, supplemental. I'm writing this out instead of using the vocal mode since my mouth is currently filled with the leash of a new pet. I found out why Mistress has this "need", though. Shi's showing off the idea as a possibility for hir new line of transformation suits. The first one is being made tomorrow, and I get to wear it the day after. Tomorrow, we get to sex up the newbie so I can learn more of what it's like. I have to say, though... Being reduced to nothing by a body part is rather... erotic... and hot...
Vega's Addendum: Nocti, I can see this. If you keep that up, I might just keep you this way during your off time... or use a clone body to make sure you know who's bitch you are.
Y-yes, Mistress.
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Part 2: Monday
The day before had been too shocking for Rigby to fully grasp what had happened. But Now that some time had passed, questions were coming to him in a flood, and he had answers for none of them.
How long had Mordecai been trying to do something like this? What else did he have planned? And most importantly, why was he doing all of this in the first place? Rigby didn't think Mordecai was in the closet about anything, but he had made Rigby give him two more blowjobs, one yesterday and one today. Nothing seemed to make sense.
Rigby knew that Mordecai was hiding something from him, though. Whenever Rigby had tried to question him or accuse him of anything, he refused to answer. Rigby knew that if he wanted this whole thing to stop, he could play the best friend card. There was no way Mordecai was willing to sacrifice his friendship with Rigby to continue to take this bet too far. However, if Rigby did that, there was no way he would ever find out what was up with Mordecai. He felt it was important, so he submitted to Mordecai.
At this point, servicing Mordecai wasn't as personally violating as it was at first. Time and a hunt for the truth had helped him accept the act. Besides, Mordecai didn't seem to be out to humiliate him, but this only led to more questions.
That day, Mordecai and Rigby had been told to rake the leaves around the park. During that time, everything seemed as if nothing was different. They went to the coffee shop, stopped at the arcade, took frequent brakes, and occasionally raked leaves.
At some point during the leaf-raking part of their day, Rigby looked around the park and saw how many leaves were still on the ground. "Ugh! How long have we been raking?"
Mordecai checked his watch. "Since our last break? Fifteen minutes."
"I need to sit down."
"Me too, dude."
They found a spot under the nearest tree, laid down their rakes, and sat.
After a moment, Mordecai spoke up. "Hey, dude. You know what I'm thinking?"
Rigby looked at him. "Not here, dude! There are people around. We could get caught!" He paused for a moment. "At least wait until we can get back to the house, and then I promise I'll do it."
Mordecai seemed to think about it for a moment. "But there's no one here. We're not gonna get caught."
"Mordecai, I'm begging you. It's one thing to make me give you blowjobs, but you can't risk having everyone else find out!"
"I promise that no one is ever going to know. But they will if you don't hurry up."
Rigby felt more anger than anything else towards this, but he didn't argue. Mordecai would just remind him about that stupid bet.
With a frustrated breath, Rigby moved in between Mordecai's legs. He took his cock out, semi-erect but firming up quickly. Rigby had no idea how Mordecai could get so turned on by this so quickly. Rigby had gotten hard from this once and had finished himself off afterwards, but Mordecai seemed to always be looking for opportunities to get a blowjob from Rigby.
Rigby lowered his head unceremoniously and took Mordecai's meat in his mouth. He didn't even feel the need to close his eyes. It was all becoming habit to him. After just three blowjobs, Mordecai's hard flesh had to become familiar, and he had begun to figure out what Mordecai really liked.
He started slow, letting the sensations wash over Mordecai. Rigby wanted to get this over with, but he knew that rushing things would actually just draw the whole thing out. So he teased the tip at first, licking over it with his tongue and putting the few inches back in, sucking and tilting his head as his tongue weaved around the flesh.
"That's it, man..." Mordecai encouraged. He placed his hand on the back of Rigby's head, which Rigby took as his signal to get on with it.
In one swift motion, he shoved as much of the thick shaft down his throat as he could. He had gotten a little better at taking more and more of the length, but he still couldn't get past six inches. From there, his nose was tickled by Mordecai's feathers at the base of his cock, and his throat felt absolutely spread.
Rigby slowly lifted off, inch by inch, lashing the underside of Mordecai's erection as he went. He was met with a moan of satisfaction from above, and he began to suck faster, pushing towards the base only to head back for the tip. Saliva began to coat his mouth, and he could taste Mordecai's precum in his mouth now.
Rigby bobbed and slurped for a while, but Mordecai just wouldn't cum. He persevered, practically ramming the cock down his throat, Mordecai moaning his ecstasy, but no climax.
After a while, Mordecai pushed Rigby off with his hands. "What's wrong?" Rigby asked.
"Dude, now that you've gotten used to this, you can do better."
Anger flared inside Rigby. "What did you have in mind?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Well, for starters, I have balls you know."
"Fine," Rigby spat out the answer. Mordecai stood, replacing his hand on Rigby's head. Mordecai guided him to his sack, and Rigby wasted no time in bathing Mordecai's balls. Once he had swept his tongue over every inch of the heavy sack, he gently took one of his friend's balls in his mouth. He knew not to pull, instead sucking gently.
"Ohhh, dude," Mordecai moaned. After coating that testicle with his tongue, Rigby moved on to the other one, sucking and licking like he did the first. Mordecai's grip grew tighter, and Rigby felt his mouth being pushed towards Mordecai's taint. Without much choice, he took a breath and began to sweep his tongue across the sensitive skin, Mordecai's balls resting on the bridge of his nose, nearly in his eyes.
Rigby moved between that area and Mordecai's balls for what seemed like ages. Precum began to dribble down Mordecai's shaft onto Rigby's forehead and nearly into his eyes. He just wished that Mordecai would finally let his suck on his cock so he could climax and be done with it. Eventually, he felt Mordecai's hands ease up on the back of his skull. Rigby moved back, blinking precum out his eyes, and Mordecai used a hand to angle his throbbing erection down to him, offering it to Rigby.
Without a thought, Rigby opened his mouth and began to suck again, hard and fast.
However, six inches was still Rigby's limit. In between moans, Mordecai spoke. "You think you could go any farther?"
Rigby took the cock out of his mouth to speak. "What, like, deepthroat?"
"Yeah. That would be awesome."
"Dude, it's bad enough you're making me do this already!" Rigby felt that anger flare up again.
"Can you at least try?"
Rigby's jaw clenched. He felt like he wanted to punch Mordecai, or yell at him. For whatever reason, though, he didn't. Instead, he moved back towards Mordecai's cock, gripped it in his hands, and began to suck again, harder and faster than ever. Rigby's head began to pound as he shoved as much of Mordecai's manhood down his throat as he could over and over again. The tip jabbed at the back of his throat, but in his blind rage, Rigby forced more down. Each thrust forward with his mouth sent slightly more meat down his throat. Soon, all eight inches were down past his lips, his nose burying into Mordecai's pubes.
Mordecai could only moan loudly. Rigby was fucking his cock with his mouth, and the bluejay's thoughts were washed away by pure hot-blooded pleasure. He tried to hang on as long as he could, just to extend the ecstasy.
Rigby deepthroated for several minutes, not gagging once. Precum and spit coated his face, and lewd slurping and slapping noises were the only things he heard above Mordecai's emphatic moans. Mordecai could only hang on for so long, though, and Rigby could sense the impending climax.
Once it came, Rigby didn't slow down one bit until the last moment. As soon as the first spurt of cum hit his tongue, accompanied by a loud call from Mordecai, Rigby shoved every inch of Mordecai's erection down his throat, his lips hitting the base without resistance. Mordecai thrust forward as much he could, his orgasm long and messy, his balls churning more cum than he ever had before. Rigby gulped down every drop, feeling wave after wave of hot, sticky semen slide down his throat.
The orgasm seemed to last forever. Once it ended, Mordecai softened and withdrew his member from Rigby's lips. "Dude. That was incredible."
Rigby stood, brushed himself off. No one seemed to have seen them, but Rigby was still feeling flares of anger. Calmly but curtly, he said, "Well, I hope it was worth it Mordecai. I'm only going to say this once, and then I won't ever bring it up again, so listen carefully. I know I lost the bet, and that I have to do this stuff for you. But once this is all over, it's going to be really hard to be friends with you. So my request to you is to enjoy it while you can. Jerk."
With that, Rigby tuned, wiped his mouth, and walked back to the house. No matter how hard Mordecai tried, Rigby refused to say a single word about it. Mordecai didn't make him do anything else that day, and almost all of their time together was spent in a heavy, tense silence.
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The Bet Part 2: Monday by CityOwl
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This is a different take on "Naughty Christmas Traditions"
As I started that story, I realized there were several directions I could go with it.
i couldn't decide which story to write, so I wrote them all! Hopefully I get them all submitted in time for the winter holiday contest.
;-}
Please remember to vote and comment.
Amy and Neil were almost done with the decorations on the Christmas tree. It was turning into a yearly tradition where they would have a bottle of wine, or two, and decorate the tree on Christmas eve together.
They had no children yet so they didn't really need it up earlier, as long as it was up for Neil's parents on Christmas day, they were good to go.
After the wine, and the togetherness of the decorating, they made love by the lights of the tree. Actually they didn't always make love, usually they simply fucked.
It was a tradition for them, and one they both looked forward to. Part of the tradition was that they also exchanged one early gift, something to be used in the first part of the tradition
This year Amy's husband Neil had given her a present that could only be clothing. She recognized the box as something from her favorite lingerie shop.
She had accepted the present with raised eyebrows and a smile. "Oooh, sounds like fun!" She said. "I think I should go get a bath. Clean up a little first." She told Neil with a wink, refilling her wine glass and heading off to the bathroom.
Amy took her time. She ran a hot bath with lots of soothing bubbles, while sipping her wine. She was feeling pretty good, and getting really horny. She loved the anticipation of sex, and knew Neil did too, so she forced herself to take her time.
While the tub was filling she made sure she had everything she needed to pamper herself a little bit before the main event with her husband. She also opened her present and tried it on, getting wetter with excitement.
Neil, meanwhile had some preparations of his own. He went downstairs to get ready, fighting back the urge to join his wife in the tub.
When her tub was full and the water just right, Amy slipped in under the bubbles. She lay back and let the steamy water soothe her excited body. She sipped more wine and enjoyed the relaxing water and the buzz she was feeling.
Her hands eventually went to her pussy, wet since she came to the bathroom with playtime on her mind.
As she ran her long fingers into her swollen labia she sighed. She ran some sexy scenes in her mind of what was going to happen in front of the Christmas tree in just a little while.
All of her fantasies involved her in the slutty red outfit she had already tried on in front of the full length mirror while the tub filled.
She loved the way she looked in the red satin lingerie with the white faux fur trim. It was a bustier, even though her tits needed no help standing up on their own.
It had open cups for her nipples to peak out, and they were hard as little marbles with excitement.
There were small red crotches panties with "NAUGHTY" embroidered across the top, also in white.
The opening of the panties showed off her puffy pussy, and was also trimmed with the fake white fur.
Straps from the bustier held up silken red stockings, and with the her red heels would really show off her muscular legs. The white trim of everything highlighted her deep tan.
She slowly and gently worked her pussy as she pictured her husband, with hunger in his eyes as he explored her body. Feasting on her as he went.
She worked one slender finger up and down between her lips as the fingers of her other hand went back and forth slowly across her stiff clitoris.
Eventually her fingers weren't enough, and she reached for her slender waterproof vibe.
She worked it lengthwise between her lips and across her stiff clitoris a few times before slipping it easily into her pussy.
She gently worked it in and out, occasionally slipping it up across her swelling clit, before delving back into her wet pussy as she moaned.
When she started to feel her climax coming on, and the urge to finish herself, she stopped. She wanted to prolong her anticipation, enjoying her heightened arousal.
She switched off the vibe and set it on the shelf. Then after more wine she took up her razor and shaved every hair from her body, knowing Neil would be enjoying it soon.
When she was finished she got out of the tub and dried off with a big soft towel, before she applied a scented lotion to her firm, tan body in front of the mirror. She put a lot of work into her body, and was proud of the results.
Then she carefully put on her new lingerie before combing out her long lustrous blonde hair and putting on just enough makeup to highlight her pretty, blue eyes.
Then she applied a bright red, shiny lipstick to her full lips, making them as alluring as the rest of her body.
She stopped by the bedroom on her way downstairs and retrieved the carefully wrapped present she had hidden from Neil. She smiled knowing he was going to love it. In reality it was a gift for herself, but she knew Neil would enjoy it just as much.
She slipped on her red "fuck me" pumps and hid the gift behind her back as she continued to her rendezvous in front of the tree.
When she got downstairs she found the Christmas tree lights were the only illumination in the room. The sparkling lights and the Christmas Carols playing low gave the room a festive, yet under the circumstances, erotic feel. In fact there was almost a magical atmosphere to the night, enhanced no doubt by the wine.
She didn't see Neil, he was probably doing some preparations himself, so she knelt down to put his present under the tree.
As she was on her knees, leaning down and forward to reach under the lowest branches, she could feel the silky fabric of her crotchless panties pull tight around her pussy.
She could just imagine what she looked like from behind, she knew her meaty labia were peaking out from between her swollen outer lips, and it gave her a thrill when she heard from behind her, "Ho Ho Ho! What have we got here? Looks like a naughty little girl putting presents under the tree!" His voice, always deep, was exaggerated lower than usual, and he spoke loudly.
Amy wiggled her ass at him and looked back over her shoulder to see his face. He was wearing a Santa hat, along with a white wig and beard. All very traditional. But from the neck down, tradition ended.
He had on a red coat with white furry trim, but it was open to show off his masculine chest and Harley Davidson tattoo. The sparse dark hair was a contrast with the white fur of the jacket, and it ran down his flat torso to disappear in his red speedos. Below that he wore his black Engineer boots. He was by far the sexiest Santa she had ever seen.
She took a good look over her shoulder before she straightened and turned to face him. Still on her knees she looked at his semi erect cock bulging in his skimpy underwear, and her mouth watered, hoping he would walk up to her and whip it out.
But Neil had other plans, for now. "Santa doesn't see the drink that should be left out for him. I guess that is another check on the little girls naughty list. He pulled a sheet of paper and pencil from the pocket of his coat.
Amy saw her name on the paper as "Santa" unfolded it. But part of her knew the handwriting was far too nice to be Neil's. But before she could contemplate the beautiful penmanship he spoke again.
He said in his deep voice, "This is a pretty long list already, you have been a very naughty girl this year. Very naughty indeed. You may not get a present this year little girl! You may just end up with a lump of coal!"
He made a show of licking the end of the pencil and writing a notation on his list.
Amy lowered her head and raised her eyes to him, she bit her lip and tried to look as submissive as possible. "I'm sorry Santa! What can I do to make up for it?" She lowered her eyes to his bulge and said, "I would really like a present from you!"
She tried to sound as innocent and apologetic as she could, but the last sentence came out as pure lust, and her eyes smoldered as she gazed at the present she really wanted.
Neil recognized her submissive attitude. It was a game they had recently discovered that they both enjoyed. It was becoming a regular part of their sex lives.
"Well first of all little girl, you could get Santa a drink. Some of your husbands best bourbon would be nice." Neil told her in his best Santa voice.
Amy sprung to her feet "Right away Santa!" She grabbed the bottle and a glass from the nearby side table and poured a few fingers for Santa.
When she presented the tumbler to him, she kept her eyes lowered, trying to look as submissive as possible. She was actually still looking at his cock. She was sure it had grown more.
Santa took a sip of the strong drink, enjoying the warmth that flowed through his body. it was much better than a curdling glass of milk.
He looked at her and recognized the restlessness he saw, as she waited for whatever he had planned. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked at him hopefully.
"You would probably love to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas, wouldn't you little girl?" He said in his deep voice, before taking another sip of the top shelf bourbon.
"Yes." She answered quietly, still looking at the erection inside his tiny underwear. It had grown more as she looked on, and now the bulbous head was starting to peak out next to his hip. "I really would Santa."
"Very well," He said in his Santa voice, "you can sit on Santa's lap, but we must discuss all your naughty adventures from the year, before you can tell me what you want." He waved the list at her accusingly.
Neil pulled a chair over and sat down, not so gently pulling Amy by the wrist. She followed along and settled easily into his lap, enjoying the first feel of the erection she had been lusting over. She couldn't help but wiggle her ass against it with a little moan.
"Now you need to behave little girl, Santa needs to go over the list of naughty things you've done this year!" He told her as he wrapped an arm around her and ran his hand up and down her body.
She felt his hands on her body and she felt his warmth, his love. It was a magical feeling, almost surreal.
"Okay Santa, I'll be a good girl." She replied softly. "I always TRY to be a good girl!" She added.
"Maybe so little girl, but you always end up being naughty. This year, you didn't make it two hours! At the Hansen New Year's party, you drug your husband into the laundry room, dumped the dirty laundry on the floor and sucked and fucked him right there!
She felt her already aroused pussy getting even wetter remembering that encounter. It was so hot, fucking with all the people partying in the next room.
"Then later," Santa continued, "you flashed your bare, cummy pussy at a few men at the party while sitting on the couch! What do you have to say about this?"
"I, I don't know what to say!" Amy muttered. "I was a little drunk I guess."
"Really?" Santa countered. "Were you drunk when you blew your husband in the parking lot of the adult bookstore on February 10th"
"Well, nooo. But Valentines day was coming up, and I got so turned on shopping for toys.." She answered.
"You knew that trucker was watching you. Neil told you he was there. And you didn't stop. Just kept right on sucking that cock! That, little girl, is Naughty behavior of the first order!"
"But Santa, Neil wanted me to keep going! He said it turned him on! And I know it did, because I felt his cock get bigger in my mouth!" Amy said defensively. "He was the naughty one! I was just being a good girl, doing what my husband wanted!"
"You can't blame Neil little girl," Santa explained. "Neil is a man, men are just inherently bad! It's a given."
"Is that why you are so hard Santa? Because you are a man? A bad man?" Amy asked as she wiggled her ass on Santa's raging erection. It seemed so much bigger than she ever remembered Neil being.
"We aren't here to talk about Santa's magic cock little girl." He told her sternly, as his hand came up and cupped her tit "We are here to talk about you!"
Amy's head swam with pleasure as Santa fondled her tit. It was like she was experiencing a rush of adrenaline. She wrote it off as sexual anticipation coupled with the wine she'd had.
Santa continued "We aren't even going to talk about all the naughty things you do to yourself while Neil is at work, I don't have time, I have many more homes to visit."
"But Santa, that doesn't involve anyone else! That shouldn't count." She told him as she looked up into his eyes.
Her head reeled as she wondered where the wire rim glasses came from? And was Neil wearing blue contact lenses?! But again, before she could think about it, Santa continued with her list.
"Ok, so on Valentine's day, when you picked out that slinky black dress that barely covered your sexy body, and you didn't even wear anything under it for your date with Neil?" He asked.
"I did that for him to!" She gasped. She thought that he sounded different, that his fake Santa voice sounded more, real. She wondered about that until he gave her tit a rough squeeze and told her to go on.
"He wanted me to dress sexy!" She couldn't figure out why she was feeling so tipsy, or why Neil's rock hard abs felt so... Spongy
"Maybe so, but he didn't tell you to flash the waiter at the restaurant! And that involved someone else!" Santa continued, "And that poor boy got in trouble for spending too much time in the men's room that night, because of you. He had to go jack off after your little show!"
"But Santa, he wanted to see me, I caught him trying to look up my dress! I was just giving him what he wanted, being generous! That makes me a good girl, right?"
"Is that what you think? Any time you misbehave? That you are being generous? And not naughty?" Santa asked. "So when you brought Sally Simpson over to fuck your husband, you were just being generous?"
"Well, poor Sally hadn't gotten laid since her divorce." Amy explained. "She really needed it! So yes I was being generous. Sharing my husband with her was very generous!"
"Did she need you to attack her too? Once she was naked, you were all over her. That was very, very naughty!" Santa continued, his deep voice now tinged with lust. Amy could feel his cock pulse under her as he recounted her actions with her friend.
"She must have needed it, she sure responded like she did!" Amy giggled.
"And the idea that Neil might let you fuck Tim Johnson two weeks later never entered your mind?" Santa asked accusingly, reaching up to elicit a groan from her by pinching her nipple. "It wasn't a plot in that naughty mind of yours for a little quid pro quo?"
"Well" Amy countered, her mind reeling at the tweaking of her nipple, "Tim and I had a thing going on for awhile. And Neil kind of encouraged it. And he always fucked me so hard after he would see me flirting with Tim."
"Maybe he fucked you so hard because your pussy was so wet. And because you needed it so bad, because you are such a naughty girl." Santa told her softly. "That makes Neil the generous one. He did let you fuck Tim after all. Because he knows what a naughty girl you are!"
"Well, he didn't do it just for me, he was so hard that night. He got his rocks off too!" She said remembering her husband fucking her mouth that night and cumming down her throat while she rode Tim's cock.
She felt herself oozing from her pussy, she was so aroused. Having this conversation about all the sex she'd had, with this fat man who made her feel so warm and loved. "Wait!" Her mind tried to focus. "Neil wasn't fat!" But yet...
"Maybe so little girl, maybe so. But like I told you, he's a man." Santa told her as he ran his hand down the silky fabric on her side to her bare leg.
She felt Santa's warm fingers slide over her leg and she spread it for him, hoping he would reach up her inner thigh to her needy pussy. Her flesh tingled everywhere he touched her. She wanted so badly to feel that tingling in her snatch!
But Santa stopped just short of where she wanted him, and she squirmed in his lap, trying to make contact.
"Stop moving around little girl, being restless is not going to help us get through this list. We still have a lot to discuss!" Santa told her sternly.
"But Santa, I can't help it! I can feel that magic cock against my ass, and your magic fingers are sending tingling through my body!" Amy explained defensively.
She realized she felt like she was higher than she'd ever been. On another plain even. But she hadn't had that much wine.
"Well little girl, maybe Santa is just testing you? Maybe Santa wants to see if you can behave?" He said in his deep voice, but softly, into her ear.
"Or maybe Santa has a naughty streak too?!" Amy exclaimed. "Maybe Santa gets off on naughty little girls like me, and that's why his cock is so fucking hard right now! Santa wants me to be naughty, and do naughty things to him!"
She knew deep down that she was pushing the boundaries, that she should behave herself. But she was feeling so turned on, so energized with erotic emotions.
Amy ran her manicured nails through the white hair on Santa's bare chest, and wondered briefly why Neil's chest hair was white. And why did his tattoo show a sleigh and some reindeer, instead of the Harley Davidson logo? But part of her mind knew the answer, and she knew that it was alright.
She also knew she was right about Santa's desires by the twitch of his cock under her ass, and the low "Ho Ho Ho!" she heard.
"So is that it Santa? You know who's been bad or good. There are probably a lot of bad little boys and girls that you have to keep track of all year. And you like that, don't you?" Amy asked softly into Santa's ear.
His beard tickled her neck and sent shivers through her body. She knew she was going to get her present soon when she heard him moan, "So many! So many naughty girls!"
"I bet you get so horny, tracking all the naughty things people do all year, don't you Santa?" She asked as she scraped her nails across his fat chest to circle his nipple.
She could feel the heat of the magic cock under her ass as she asked, "Does Santa do naughty things when he knows what all the naughty girls do? Does he play with his big magic cock?"
Amy felt the hard cock throb again and she couldn't help but wonder how big it actually was. It felt so much bigger than Neil's.
She heard a deep growl in Santa's chest and he reached into his pocket again. "Santa is starting to think that this naughty girl will never behave. Maybe if Santa gave you a little bit of relief? A special treat? Would you behave then little girl?" As he asked her this he pulled a candy cane from his pocket.
Santa had seen the anticipation in Amy's eyes, and of course he saw disappointment when she saw a simple candy cane being offered her. But he reassured her, "Little girl, this is not just a candy cane like you buy from the store. This is a magical candy cane. It was developed by Mrs. Clause herself!"
Santa held it out to Amy, offering the long end to her mouth. "Take it in your mouth little girl, suck it!" He told her in his deep lusty voice. He sounded both benevolent and lewd at the same time.
Amy could smell the powerful peppermint as she tentatively opened her mouth. Santa held the sweet treat for her, making her lean forward to get it in her mouth.
"Go on little girl, suck it! You know you want to!" Santa told her as she put her tongue out and leaned in. Santa's words were so much like a man asking for head that she couldn't resist.
Something in her mind made her want to suck the candy for him. And to be a good girl, do a good job.
At the first taste of peppermint she almost recoiled, it was so powerful. But yet she immediately wanted more. She took it in her mouth and sucked it, snaking her tongue around it.
When she felt the slender stick of sugar start to grow in her mouth her eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't resist bobbing her head and sucking it like a little dick.
But before long it wasn't little anymore, it was the size of a real man's cock! And the tip was thicker than the shaft!
Amy moaned with pleasure as she sucked on the magical treat. "That's it little girl, suck it!" Santa murmured in her ear. "Oh yes, just like that."
She sensed that she was giving Santa pleasure, and she wanted to please him. She wanted to please him like she'd never pleased any other man.
She could see the curved end of the candy cane in Santa's fat, stubby fingers. It thrilled her to see that as the long end grew in her mouth, the curved end curled up tighter, and the end split. Like the ears on her vibrating rabbit!
She groaned around the fat shaft in her mouth at the idea of Santa using this candy cane on her pussy. She sucked harder, faster, trying to make it grow more.
Santa of course knew that she realized what the candy cane had become, and what she wanted. He knew what all naughty girls wanted.
He slowly pulled the candy cane from her mouth and asked her, "You want this in your naughty pussy now, don't you little girl?"
"Oh yes Santa, I really do!" She whispered. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the juice running down her ass. She knew she was soaking the red velvet pants underneath her. She had a vague memory of speedos, but it flitted away when Santa continued.
"What's the magic word?" Santa asked her as he teased her puffy lips.
"Please?" She whimpered, rolling her hips against the fat end of the candy cane. But Santa held back, he wouldn't give her the pressure she so desperately needed.
"Please what, little girl?" He said. "Tell Santa what you want." He said it so lovingly, yet it sounded obscene.
"Please fuck me Santa! Please fuck me with your magic candy cane? My naughty pussy needs it!" She cried. She was feeling so desperate for it, she'd never needed anything in her pussy so badly in her life.
"Very well, little girl. Maybe if I give you some relief, you will behave enough to finish your list."
Santa then inserted the magic candy cane into Amy's naughty pussy. He did it quickly, and she felt herself exploding in orgasm.
"AAAAAEEEEEGGGHHH" She wailed as the sparkling Christmas lights seemed to light up her mind. It was the most intense climax of her life.
As she was riding her orgasm the magic candy cane transformed yet again. The curved end tightened up, bringing the bulbous tip at the long end against her Gspot, and the ears of the short end down on her clitoris.
Santa left go of the magic candy cane and it seemed to take on a life of it's own. The ears worked together on her clit while the bulb at the other end rubbed rhythmically against her Gspot.
Amy could no longer even scream. Her voice caught in her throat as a million Christmas lights twinkled in her mind. She wrapped both arms around Santa's neck and curled up in his lap.
After what seemed like a lifetime, but could have been only a few minutes, or a few months, Amy had lost all sense of time, Santa reached under her ass and tapped the candy cane once.
The throbbing and tweaking of the magic candy cane decreased. It never stopped completely, but it slowed enough to let her mind focus on what Santa was saying.
"Now that you've had some relief little girl, do you think we could get back to your list?" Santa stroked her long hair lovingly and soothed a hand down her leg.
But Amy didn't want to talk about Santa's list. She'd just experienced the most magical orgasm of her life, and she wanted more! "No Santa, make it happen again! Please?" She was like an addict who wanted another fix.
"You are revealing your true naughty nature now little girl. Santa just gave you a special treat. That should have been enough for a lifetime. And yet you want more." He told her softly yet sternly.
"Oh yes Santa, I do want more! Please?" Amy pleaded, crying. She tried to talk Santa into giving her more by appealing to the man in him. The man who was hard and throbbing under her ass.
"Please Santa, you can fuck me too. Or maybe I could suck you off? Just turn it back on!" She pleaded. "You have the biggest cock I've ever felt, don't you want to do naughty things with it? Don't you feel naughty sometimes too? When you see naughty girls like me doing naughty things, don't you want to be naughty with them, with me?"
Suddenly she was lifted in the air by his strong arms as held her, "NO! WE AREN'T HERE TO TALK ABOUT SANTA BEING NAUGHTY!"
She felt herself flip around and come back down on her stomach across his knees. The raging erection now poking her ribcage.
She let out a shriek of surprise, followed by another as Santa's big hand came down on her ass.
"We are here to talk about you being naughty little girl, and you are not in the least sorry for your behavior! You are now going to have to be punished!"
Santa then started to spank Amy. She squealed at every blow to her ass. She had been spanked before by Neil, but never like this! Each swat gave her a thrill and a feeling of both discipline and deep love and understanding. Understanding of what a naughty girl really needs.
Being manhandled this way was turning her on even more. It was so exciting, memories of coming down the stairs on Christmas morning to see all the presents Santa left for her flooded her mind. She cried out with pain and joy.
Somehow her naughty mind equated her childhood excitement with the erotic excitement she was feeling now.
Santa paused his assault long enough to pull her panties up into the crack of her asscheeks, leaving her fine ass exposed. Then the assault began again.
The magic candy cane in her pussy rubbed against Santa's fat, velvet covered leg. It stimulated her pussy and clit even more with every movement she made as she took her spanking.
Amy could feel her pussy juice flowing out of her, she knew she would be soaking the red velvet pants under her. She no longer questioned why Neil's speedos were now pants. She understood, and she was okay with it. She knew she was a naughty girl and she was getting what she deserved.
After what seemed like a millennia, the spanking stopped, and she felt Santa's warm, loving hand soothing her ass. She knew it was painful but his hand felt so good!
"You are getting Santa's lap wet little girl." He told her. "I don't think you are going to be repentant of your naughty ways. You are just too naughty for a simple spanking."
Amy tried to reply but it just came out as a lusty whimper because now Santa was reaching his fingers down into her asscheeks and her needy pussy.
She had had many fingers in her pussy, but she had never felt anything like this! They were indeed magical. They probed inside her pussy, pushing the candy cane around inside her, and she felt the warmth, and she was cumming right away.
She had no idea how many fingers were inside her with the candy cane, and she didn't care. All she knew was that she was feeling stretched farther than ever, and it felt magical.
As she squirmed in Santa's lap she could feel his enormous cock rubbing under her tit and it was now poking against her chin. She tilted her head and tried to take the bulbous head into her mouth.
Neil had never been this big, or so hot to the touch. She felt a comforting heat engulf her entire body from the probing fingers in her pussy to the throbbing cock she struggled to fit it in her mouth.
"Ho, Ho, Ho! Such a naughty, fucking, little girl!" Santa moaned. He drew one drenched finger from her cunt and slipped it into her asshole.
Amy had always loved some ass play, but it had been years since she had been fucked in the ass. Neil had always been too excited, too impatient and hurt her.
He was also bigger than her former lover so he always gave up and just fucked her pussy. Which was very satisfying for her too, so she didn't think she missed it. But she realized now that she did miss it.
Santa's finger felt every bit as big as Neil's dick, but Amy felt no pain at all. Just more of the loving warmth as it stretched her sphincter farther than ever before.
"Santa thinks you are ready for your lump of coal little girl!" She stopped sucking the huge head of Santa's cock and looked toward the fireplace.
She didn't even know why she looked that direction. Her mind simply accepted the fact that she now had a fireplace.
And there, she saw an elf. She wasn't surprised at all. Or frightened, even though he didn't look like any other elf she had ever seen in books or movies.
While he wore the traditional elf uniform of pointed shoes, green pants and coat, the floppy green hat, all adorned with red trim and bells, that's where the similarities ended.
This particular elf was as black as night. If it weren't for the lights on the tree she wouldn't have been able to see him in the dim room.
Except for his teeth, which gleamed in his mouth they were so bright. His huge smile was a leer as he looked at her sexy body sprawled in Santa's lap.
And Amy knew he liked what he saw, she could tell by the enormous black cock protruding from his fly.
Amy had never seen a black cock in real life. Only the ones she'd seen in porn flicks, where they destroyed white girls' pussies.
The contrasting colors of the two people fucking had always seemed so erotic to her. She had secretly always wanted to experience it herself.
Which was why she had gotten Neil the present that was now under the tree. The present which was really for her, but she knew Neil would love it too.
As the elf looked at her with obvious lust in his eyes, he started to stroke his huge dick. His little hand not quite reaching halfway around his shaft, so thick and veiny it was.
"This is Bart." Santa told her. "He's one of our special elves. His specialty is giving coal to especially naughty little girls like you."
"You see," He explained softly as his thick fingers worked her asshole, "we don't give a lump of coal to the really naughty girls. We let Bart give her his coal black cock!"
Amy moaned as she gazed, as if in a trance, at the enormous, deep black cock. She knew that in any other circumstances, she would be intimidated by it's size. Afraid even, of the large throbbing cock with the bulging veins and thick fat head.
It was bigger both in length and girth than any cock she had ever seen.
It seemed to throb, beckoning her in the twinkling lights of the tree. She felt no fear. She felt totally at ease knowing that cock would soon be in her ass. Because she knew that was where she deserved it.
Bart started towards her then, grinning his lusty grin, the bells on his clothes jingling as he walked, as Santa continued to work several warm fat fingers in and out of her ass.
Then he pushed her off his lap onto her knees, with her face still in his crotch. Amy looked up at Santa and he winked at her, that wink told her that everything was going to be alright.
As she smiled her thanks at Santa, he rubbed his cock across her lips. She took him gladly in her mouth and heard him rumble, "Ho, Ho, Ho."
Bart came up behind her and she felt her panties yanked down to her knees. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. Then she felt his fat cock head pushing against her sphincter. Even though Santa had stretched her out, it was a tight fit. She was suddenly afraid and tensed up.
Santa laid his hand on her face and said, "Ho, Ho, Ho, relax little girl. Take the lump of coal black cock. Santa would never let anyone hurt you. You are a very naughty little girl, but you are not evil."
And so Amy did relax. Santa said it was okay, and she believed it with all her heart.
She pushed her ass back to Bart and groaned loudly as the fat black cock head stretched her sphincter, stretching her farther than she ever thought possible. She squealed around Santa's thick, ancient dick, until finally the fat black knob made it past the tight entrance to her asshole.
She heard the elf squeak and then giggle with pleasure as he pushed more of the coal black prick up her ass.
She felt fuller than she ever had before, and she loved it. It felt magical. She could feel the huge black cock pushing the candy cane against her Gspot. And she wished again that Santa would turn it back on.
As Bart pushed his big, angry, black cock to the hilt into her ass, she felt a myriad of emotions. She felt pain, and joy. She felt shame, she felt lust, she felt heat flow through her body.
But mostly, she felt love, love for all creatures, love for Santa, love for Bart, and love for everyone, both naughty and nice.
As Bart started to pound his big cock up her ass, she heard him giggling behind her, it was a lecherous giggle. His bells jingled and his little black hands clenched her hips tightly.
It was both frightening and so erotic.
Amy had never experienced anything like this, and yet she still wanted more. She still wanted the magic candy cane turned on again.
The feeling was so intense, she could feel the candy cane against her Gspot when he plunged in, and the ears on her clit when he pulled out. The magic candy cane rocked with his thrusting as he violently pounded her ass.
Yet still she wanted to feel it turned on! She was crying with joy at the ass fucking Bart was giving her, and frustration from her need.
She rubbed her tear streaked face across Santa's big, hot cock and pushed her ass back into Bart's hard thrusts.
She took the head of Santa's cock back in her mouth as tears of joy and frustration, lust and need, flowed down her cheeks.
Santa of course knew what she wanted, what she needed. He knew what all the naughty girls desired. And Amy was a naughty girl of the first order.
He allowed her to withstand Bart's assault on her ass until he knew Bart was going to blow his load. As soon as he heard the elf start make his deep grunting noises, signaling his impending climax, Santa reached under her and tapped the candy cane.
Santa had the ability to cum whenever he wanted, and he released his load at the same time as Bart, and the exact same time he activated the candy cane in Amy's quivering pussy.
Amy felt the sensations she had been yearning for suddenly spring to life against her Gspot and clit at the same time, just as she felt Bart swell even more and shoot his hot elvin jizz into her rectum, and her mouth flooded with the sweetest cum she had ever tasted.
She had already been riding wave after wave of orgasm, but now she experienced a climax so intense that her mind could not comprehend it.
She saw the lights of every Christmas tree in the world flashing in her head. She was filled with the joy of Christmas and a euphoria like she had never known. Every nerve in her body sparked to life and every muscle spasmed. She heard a choir of angels, or were they elves, singing beautifully in a language she had never heard.
She briefly raised her eyes to Santa. He had the most lecherous grin she had ever seen, and it chilled her to the bone, totally erasing all the wonderful things she had felt. Then he winked at her.
The next thing Amy knew, Neil was brushing her hair from her face and saying "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I don't know what happened, I wasn't that tired. I sure hadn't drunk that much! I sat down to pull my boots on, and just crashed!" He explained.
Then he chuckled and said, "But it looks like you had a good time without me."
Amy looked around the room with surprise. The sun shone brightly through the window. She realized it was now Christmas morning!
She looked at the far wall, there was no fireplace. She looked at Neil's tattoo, Harley Davidson.
Next to the chair, by the tree, lay the toy she had bought for Neil to use on her. The big black dildo, it's packaging in tatters.
She rolled over to sit up, and her asshole was sore. Neil got between her legs and told her again how sorry he was for missing out on the fun. Then he leaned in and licked her pussy.
He lapped at her a few times and looked up at her quizzically, "Peppermint?"
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I wrote this in dutch because no one can critic me then off grammar and that sorts
Carghago keek in de richting van yksu, vol met angst. "ik weet niet of we dit moeten doen... het voelt neit goed."
"kom op carghago, er is geen andere weg meer. We moeten wel doorgaan. Alles of niets."
Hun gespierde harige benen moesten door het moerassige gras lopen. stap voor stap wanhopiger. "ik weet niet of we dit moeten doen..."zegt carghago, maar voordat hij iets anders wilde zeggen, pakte yksu zijn hand liefdevol en stevig vast. Als ik doodga, wil ik dat wel met jouw.
Ze keken rond. Overal zagen ze enge schaduwen van enge beesten. "aaaaaa!' Carghago begon te schreeuwen uit zijn longen... "heeeeelppppp!" Hij voelt iets aan zijn been. Het voelt als plasma. Opeens komt er een groen plasma beest uit eht water. "Beeerraaannndddstoooff? " Bromt het beest. "Dat kun je krijgen, maar... " hij kijkt naar yksu en zegt verder; "je moet mij eerst plezieren, ik weet wel wat jullie willen. Jullie willen gewoon van onze planeet. " "Met brandstof ja.." "STOP!" schreeuwt het beest, "Niemand valt mij in de reden ! " Een nattige tentakel glijd over de gespierde harige been van carghago. Opeens in zijn broek, waar het rondwroet, opzoek naar de paal. Al dat nattigheid voelt voor carghago fijn, alsof hij ervan geniet. Opeens zegt hij: "we doen er alles voor, echt alles..." "alles?" "Het slijmige ledemaat reikt zijn doel,,, en begint in de onderbroek te gaan van carghago. Carghago kreunt... "alleesss" Maar dan slaat het monster hem op de grond. "Het scheurt zijn broek uit en duwt hem vast, "nee!" roept yksu "dat niet!" Hij schiet een straal in de richting van het beest. "Pak aan!" Het beest implodeert ineen. "Dankjewel" zegt carghago vermoeid. Achter het beest verborg zich een krachtbron, een Exsiziruhus,
To be continued
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Carghago and the eye of the truth- The court - part 2 by LordShimri
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"Why did I get engaged in the first place?" I asked myself on the morning of my bachelor party. Was it peer pressure, parental meddling, lust?
I clearly remember thinking "Hell, I'm too young, I just graduated from Ohio State and now I'm marrying a southern bell of a classmate in The Big Easy." The wedding was two days away, my tuxedo had been rented, all the invited guests had made their travel plans, my fiancé Sybil was fluttering about dealing with last minute details, and here I was, virtually morose.
Though I didn't feel much like it, my groomsmen and some fraternity brothers using the wedding as an excuse to get drunk in New Orleans, had insisted on a bachelor party. My best man had arranged a night at a unique New Orleans style event, in a mega party center where a number of activities would be going on at the same time, and we would be in a dance hall with a number of other fun seekers.
When we got to the mega party center, we found a wedding reception going on in one hall, a corporate event in another, and a truly wild gala with rotating bands and free flowing liquor in the "Shindig Hall" that we had reserved two tables in. There were events of all types going on simultaneously in the Shindig Hall including several graduation parties, a Tulane frat party, and a bachelorette party.
I really wish that I had been in the mood because I never had seen such a collection of people reveling so joyously. I pretended to have a good time, but my conflicted heart seriously wasn't in it.
I also was making sure not to drink. While many people can temporarily put their cares behind them by getting drunk, I know from experience it just makes me depressed. The first few times I switched tea for the scotch and sodas my groomsmen delivered to me it was a little tricky. After they were well on their way to getting drunk themselves it was easy.
After about an hour of revelry I went to the washroom and on the way back stopped in at the wedding reception. The bride and groom looked like they were thoroughly enjoying each other's company, constantly laughing, touching and hugging each other, and dancing up a storm. It made me wistful.
As I was leaving the wedding reception a woman about my age was leaving too and we bumped into each other at the door. I profusely apologized and when she looked up at me I saw that she was crying.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"No, I always cry at weddings."
"Yeah, but that's only a reception. Are you attending it?"
"No, I'm at a party in Shindig Hall."
"Me too. I'm headed back there. You can't go in with tears in your eyes you know."
"Uh, yeah. I guess you're right."
"Here, take this," I continued, handing her my handkerchief.
By then I was starting to notice what a beautiful woman I was interacting with. She had long brown hair with red highlights, big alluring green eyes, a perfect button nose, and a sleek tight figure with a bubble butt. She also had a mystical quality about her, something I don't ever remember seeing before.
As she wiped away her tears we chatted some more, just small talk. Finally she had composed herself, flashed a coy smile and said "I'm sorry, I seem to have soaked your hanky," as she handed it back to me. I squeezed her hand around it and said "Why don't you keep it just in case you see another wedding," smiling as broadly as I could. She laughed, said "Thanks," and we walked back into Shindig Hall.
I would have liked to continue our conversation, but as soon as we got back into the party place two women ran up to her and pulled her away virtually screaming "There you are, come on, we've arranged a treat."
I hadn't gone another three steps when I got virtually the same treatment from two of my groomsmen. As I was being led away by my now officially drunk buddies, I knew this wasn't good. I tried to run when the lead singer of the band on stage at the time said "We've got a special treat for y'all tonight. We're gonna have us a wedding rehearsal. Beau and Ida Mae are getting married -- though not to each other -- in a few days and we wanna make sure they got their moves down."
"Shit, this is going to be real bad!" I said to myself as my best man and all my groomsmen pushed me up near the stage where one of the frat boys was standing with some paper towels strung around his neck as a poor imitation of a preacher's stole, and holding some papers in his hands. Was I ever right!
It seemed like the whole crowd parted on cue, forming an aisle, and as the band played some gibberish four half-wasted bridesmaids from the bachelorette part came dancing up the aisle one at a time, several flashing their undies and one flashing her tits as the crowd hooted and hollered. Then the band started playing an awful rendition of "Here Comes The Bride" as a totally embarrassed looking woman, obviously Ida Mae, holding two ugly plastic flowers, was being walked up the aisle by another frat boy with a ridiculous gray wig.
After a few steps I realized who Ida Mae was -- the hanky girl! She did a double take when she saw I was the groom.
The "preacher" made some half-intelligible, mostly lewd, comments that were barely audible over the crowd's whooping and hollering, my best man handed me a piece of aluminum foil formed as a ring which I was essentially forced to put on Ida Mae's finger, and the "preacher" yelled "Now French Kiss The Bride" resulting in absolute pandemonium in the hall.
With Ida Mae's bridesmaids pushing her toward me, and my groomsmen pushing me toward her, it was clear that we were not going to escape this. So as we were pushed together I whispered -- actually it was probably a yell to be heard over the din -- "There is no getting out of this. We might as well give them a show."
A devilish smile came over her face as she whispered/yelled back "Okay -- a real show it is!"
If it was pandemonium before, then I guess you'd call it "over the top" when we started kissing. We both put everything we had into it and stayed clinched for a good 30-45 seconds. When we finally broke we both smiled and waved to the crowd, and I picked her up and carried her down the aisle while the band played the worst rendition of "It Had To Be You" I've ever heard.
By the time we got out of Shindig Hall we both were laughing almost uncontrollably. After one last cheer from the crowd, we heard the band start playing "Shout," and no one bothered to follow us out, as virtually everyone in the hall was gyrating and singing along. I plopped Ida Mae down on a couch in the general reception area for all of the party rooms. Even many years later I remember our initial conversation almost exactly:
"I see we both have truly demented friends Ida Mae."
"My friends are wacky even when not drinking. You put a few ounces of booze in them and that is what you get."
"Well I was as embarrassed as hell and not liking it -- until the kiss that is. We really put on a show, didn't we?"
"Hell yes we did. Course it helped that I'm a great kisser."
"Hey! I'm supposed to be the one saying that, not you. 'It helped that you're a great kisser.'" (We both laughed again.(
"Thanks."
"So listen Ida Mae, I don't want to get personal, but since you're wearing my priceless ring, I will. I now understand why you were crying at the wedding reception -- it's the same reason I was almost crying there."
"You got it figured out, do you Beau?"
"Yeah. You're afraid -- just like I am -- that you're not making the right decision. You're definitely not ready to get married at all, let alone to the guy you're committed to marry because you don't see yourself being as happy with him as the bride and groom at the reception obviously were with each other."
After that exchange, while occasionally throwing good natured barbs at one another, we did have a frank discussion about our mutual apprehension. I never warmed up to anyone faster in my entire life, and I don't ever remember baring my soul to anyone else the way I did to Ida Mae. And she was as shockingly candid with me as I was with her, at one point saying:
"My fiancé can't fuck worth a damn; he can barely fit a condom on that limp dick. And he won't ever eat me out -- he thinks it's dirty and he might get some disease or something."
"You're kidding! I love, absolutely love, to eat pussy. And in my case it's the female who doesn't like it. I tried to just lick Sybil a few times and she got upset and cold: 'Na-ice Sothen Laddess donn do that.'"
"She's crazy Beau. I'm a nice southern girl and I'd give anything to get a tongue up my slit."
After a pregnant pause I got as bold as I ever have in my life.
"Listen -- I know you're going to slap me silly for this but I'm going to ask it anyway Ida Mae. How about we go somewhere and I eat you through three orgasms."
I likely flinched after I said that. But I needn't have because without even so much as a raised eyebrow, let alone hand, Ida Mae immediately shot back "So you think you can give me three oral orgasms huh, Hot Shit? You won't, but let's try."
There was a hotel a few notches above a flop house just down the street. I was as excited as a kid trickr-treating on his first Halloween as we literally skipped and giggled our way to our room, having paid cash in advance. We didn't waste any time. We Frenched even more passionately than when we were putting on the show in Shindig Hall as we clawed each other's clothes off.
Once we were both naked I lay Ida Mae down on the bed, and with one bedside light on to help show the way, went after her lunch box. Her kitty had sparse reddish-brown hair, a shade lighter than on her head. Her pussy was a long prominent slit with puffy well-defined lips, and a pronounced clitoris jutting out from near the top of the slit.
I was like a man dying of hunger as I dove into that glorious gash. I parted her lips like the Red Sea, then drove my tongue up her slit as far as it would go and flicked, wiggled, and twisted it with as much intensity as I could muster. It must have been enough, because virtually without even touching her clit I drove her to her first orgasm within two minutes flat!
As I gently massaged her pussy lips with my fingers, I allowed Ida Mae to come down from her high before I pounced on her clitoris. I sucked that engorged prominence into my mouth then released it, dozens of times while simultaneously finger fucking her with two fingers from one hand and massaging and lightly twisting a nipple with the other. Again her climax came quickly, more powerful than the first one, as she screamed, writhed, and bucked virtually uncontrollably.
The best was yet to come. After I again gave her time to recover as I sucked one tit, felt up the other, and kneaded her ass, I went all out in my assault. While flicking the tip of her now seemingly inch long clit with my tongue, I massaged its base with fingers of my left hand, and with the fingers of my right hand went in search of a G-spot. I was sure she had one when I encountered a rough patch about a finger's length into her snatch and she let out a long pleasure moan when I started stroking it with two fingers.
I vigorously continued all three actions until she started begging me to stop as she squirmed and thrashed about the bed. That only spurred me on to greater activity and soon she had her third orgasm, so intense that I think every muscle in her body went rigid, including her pussy clamping on my fingers so tightly I thought she might crush them.
Ida Mae was almost incoherent for the ten minutes following her third massive climax. She kept repeating words to the effect of "Oh God what a feeling," "I never want this to pass," "Shit I never thought it could be this good," etc.
Of course by this time my dick was rock hard and my balls aching. I never needed a fuck worse in my life. Once Ida Mae rallied from her sex-induced stupor she recognized this.
"Do you have a condom Beau?"
"Shit. No. Sybil is on the pill."
"Beau, I'd like nothing better than to fuck you, but I'm not on birth control. I don't think my limp-dicked husband-to-be could impregnate me, but just in case he's always used a condom, and I've been fitted for an IUD. But it doesn't get inserted until tomorrow."
"A day before your wedding?"
"No my wedding is in five days, this was just the right night for my party."
"Oh damn, I have the worst case of blue balls I've ever had. And you are so fucking hot. I want to fuck you more than anyone I've ever met, or even dreamt about."
"Maybe a blow job will do the trick, Beau."
With that she rolled me onto my back, straddled me with her pussy over my legs, and proceeded to suck and stroke me. While it felt really great, I was sincere in what I told her. I wanted to fuck her blind. So sexually charged I wasn't clearly thinking of the consequences, I thought maybe I could accomplish that if I stimulated her more. So I grabbed her ass and started moving her pussy over my face, which she was more than willing to assist.
Once I had her pussy over me, I started teasing the shit out of it. I would insert my tongue or a finger part way in, then pull it out and just lick her for a while, before another insertion. It had the desired effect. After a short period of time she stopped sucking, was only perfunctorily stroking, and then suddenly turned around and literally skewered herself on my flagpole. I grabbed her tightly and held her chest against mine as I proceeded to pump with all I had as she pulsated her tight pussy on my reciprocating cock.
My pumping stopped only after we had essentially simultaneous banshee screams, I had deposited a humungous wad of cum in her gash, and she had gone completely limp, her only sounds of life being intermittent contented sighs.
I fucked Ida Mae again, doggy style, about an hour later, and in the missionary position in the middle of the night, even though cum was still leaking out of her from the previous two fucks. She ended up the night with six orgasms, and I ended up with the three best fucks of my life, before or since.
When I awoke the next morning, Ida Mae was gone. There was a note on top of my pile of clothes: "I guess we're even. I soaked your hanky and you soaked my panties. With sex like that, I almost wish the Shindig Hall ceremony had been real! Have a great life, Ida Mae."
I went through with the nuptials, but of course it didn't last. I was divorced in less than three years. I married again -- my second wife Karen was much better suited to me than Sybil-- and moved to the Washington, D. C. area.
About fifteen years after my first marriage, Karen and I were at a party hosted by one of the guys she worked with. As my wife and I were talking to the host, the hostess came up to us with two other people and said "Beau and Karen, I'd like you to meet one of my co-workers Jerry, and his wife Ida Mae."
I dropped my glass -- fortunately it was empty -- as I was met by a deer-in-the-headlights look by Ida Mae. The same Ida Mae! Except for a few lines in her face she was as gorgeous as she was when I fucked her fifteen years ago.
I remember little of the rest of the evening because all I could think about was that night in The Big Easy when I had the best sex of my life. About all I did get was that Jerry was her second husband -- she wasn't married the first time even as long as I was.
As my wife and I were getting ready to leave I went up to Ida Mae and asked for her phone number "to catch up since we really didn't have a chance to tonight."
"I'd like that," she said as she handed me her business card. Then just before she turned and walked away into the kitchen she whispered "I'd like you to meet your teenage daughter too."
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Paulo stared in disbelief as his next client disembarked the small transport cab that had braved the snows to drop him off. The large bear subtly leaned back to peak inside the vehicle, in case by some million to one shot the little lizard, currently pulling cases out of the cab's luggage compartment, was just sharing with his real client. However, all he saw inside the cab was the driver staring vacantly back at him.
Sighing heavily the bear plastered a fake smile on his face. It had been a bad season, with the dragos war drawing off most of the young adventurous polars, who were his bread and butter, he couldn't afford to turn down a paying customer. As the cab began to pull away the bear stepped forward.
The lizard was a good two foot shorter than the polar, and his body was more wiry than the chunky bear. Still his green eyes were bright and intelligent. " Mr Clive?" He asked his voice low and rumbling over the ice.
"No Mr just Clive. Are you Paulo, the guide I hired?" The little lizard replied smiling widely and shaking the bear's proffered paw politely, then brushing his red hair out of his eyes as he looked up at the huge bear.
Giving the lizard a slightly more sinister grin the bear replied. "If I wasn't you'd be in trouble, these ice wastes are not somewhere even Polar traverse without assistance. These are the Karrichen ice fields, one of the most dangerous habitats on all of Polar. Without an experienced guide a polar would stand almost no chance of surviving, small green aliens would probably be dead in hours."
It was a cheap tactic, but it often got his young polar customers to agree to longer and more expensive safaris to prove how unafraid they were. Clive, however, was more well travelled than most of his customers and saw the tactic for what it was. "Sorry, you can't appeal to my macho side, beside I'm already paying for your most expensive trip."
"True, but it pays to keep in practice." The bear replied with a smile as he picked up the lizard's luggage as if it weighed nothing and took it into the small shack that served as his base of operations and his home. He stopped in the doorway and despite his desperation he turned to ask. "Look, sales pitches aside, are you sure about this? I mean I wasn't lying this is not the sort of environment a... whatever you are, should be wandering around in.
"Quite sure. "The lizard replied earnestly. "My people are the Laceria, we are part of the Feline and Equine Alliance. We don't tend to travel much, in fact I am probably one of only a handful of us to leave our world and the first to leave the Alliance."
The bear wandered inside and the lizard followed, Paulo's hut was quite basic. One large guest room with six beds. They were rarely used as mostly the bear took his guests straight out into the wilderness. However, sometimes the weather was too bad even for polars to venture out. In those circumstances he offered some basic bed and board. "You really aren't filling me with confidence."
"I want to show my people that we can be part of the universe. So I have travelled a lot, taken images of over fifteen worlds." The lizard replied calmly as he pulled a rather expensive camera out of one of his bags. "I have climbed up and into the super-volcanoes on Felios. I have travelled through the rain forests of Earth. I spent a week among the hydrothermal vents at the bottom of the ocean on Cetacia Prime. The glaciers of Polar are said to be beautiful. The rainbow glaciers of the Karrichen ice fields are something I have come a long way to see and to show my people. Now I have paid you a lot of money for a tour of the rainbow fields are you going to take me on the tour or do I need to find a new guide?"
Paulo couldn't help but be impressed by the lizard's speech, except for his tour in the military, he'd never travelled more than thirty miles from the ice fields. "Well, you wouldn't find any other guide who would take you out this close to hibernation. Also, I have been travelling these glaciers since I was five I will get you to places in the rainbow glacier that no other guide could."
"Right well, my backpack is ready, you have the supplies and everything we need?" Clive asked as he picked out a backpack from his luggage.
"Yeah I got all the supplies we'll need for a three day trip into the glaciers. Couple of tents, bed rolls, portable heater units and a ration generator." Paulo was actually quite proud of the gear he had gathered over the years. The ration generator was especially useful, a small device capable of turning out thousands of small ration bars. He didn't understand the science behind how it did it's job, all that mattered was this one device could feed a pack of polar for three months without a recharge. It saved carrying large quantities of food out onto the ice.
"Then let's go, I want to spend as much time out there as I can." The lizard replied putting his camera carefully back in his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.
The bear grabbed his own prepared pack and slung it over his shoulder and then grabbed his best hunting rifle. The lizard glanced at it nervously. "You really need that?" He'd read a lot about the rainbow glaciers but nothing about the wildlife, after all it's a frozen wasteland of pure ice and snow. What could possibly live out there that you would need a rifle to defend against?
Grinning sinisterly the bear slung the rifle under his right arm. "Well it's Waloou mating season and when a twenty foot tall enraged Waloou male is charging you down intending to make you a stain on the ice, you'll be glad I have this. Or there is the Jascka cats, they are twelve foot long and hide in the ice, then as you walk over them they attack. Four paws with claws like knives, they can rip the flesh off your bones before you even know they are there." For the first time he could see his usual scary spiel was working on the lizard, he was looking around nervously.
"It's ok, I know how to spot any predators we might encounter. Plus what with all the hunters these days the chances of bumping into a Waloou..." The bear shook his head sadly. "My Grandfather used to say that, when his father taught him to live on the fields, there used to be giant herds of Waloou, now those big beasts are all but extinct. Every year hunters offer me thousands to take them deeper into the Karrichen to find the last few."
"Well at least you are making money..." The lizard stopped his sentence as the bear gave his a cold and hurt look.
"I do NOT take hunters anywhere! They are destroying my wilderness!" The bear snapped sharply, his morals had cost him a lot of potential customers. A few years earlier one of the young males he'd took an a tour had shot a female Waloou. She'd hadn't threatened them, the young male had seen her and decided he wanted a trophy. If there hadn't been other polar present then it would have been questionable if the young male would have made it off the ice. Certainly not when they found the female's young pups, blind and defenceless. Paulo knew that they wouldn't make it and he saw to it that their death was quick and painless.
Ever since then the bear had made sure only he carried a gun on the ice. He knew it wasn't making much of a difference, plenty of other guides had no qualms about taking hunters coin. Still at least his conscience was clear and he was certain that no guides could take them as far as he could. Maybe the species could survive somewhere deep in the heart of the ice fields.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend." The lizard said his voice full of earnest regret.
"That's ok, I shouldn't be so sensitive, especially to paying customers who don't want to shoot things." Paulo replied with a shrug as he opened the door. "Let's go before we loose any more time."
The two headed off into the snow the bear taking the lead and the lizard struggling behind. Clive had to admit the going was a lot harder than he thought it would be. His natural cold blooded nature was making him feel sleepy in the severe chill winds. His thermal suit would keep his body temperature at survivable levels, however, it was clear that this wasn't going to be a comfortable trip.
Paulo noticed the lizard struggling and slipped down onto all fours. He used his strong arms to push the deep snow out of his way creating a smooth path for the lizard to follow. He usually only did that when escorting younger cubs out into the wilderness but not many races were as hardy as the polar. Their going was slower than he liked, this close to hibernation the bear wanted to get through the ice fields and back home as fast as possible. So he could set up a nest and enjoying a month of peace, no concerns, no money issues, no hunters.
The sun was already hanging low in the sky by the time they really entered the ice fields. He turned to the lizard and smiled. "You want good pictures?"
The lizard gratefully stopped for a moment huffing in the cold. He felt drowsy and sluggish even with the thermal suit he was wearing the cold blooded creature was really struggling. "Yeah that's why I am here."
"Then we go this way, I will show you something a little special, a sight I first saw when I was five and my grandfather snuck me into the edge of the icefields just before sunset." The bear headed up a hill, the path he followed had been well worn, he had travelled it thousands of times in his life. He rarely brought polar up here, the usual tourists he catered for only cared about the rainbow glaciers. It was slightly strange to bring someone there now, but if the lizard really wanted pictures of Polar then this was a vista he shouldn't let the lizard miss.
Reaching the top of the small rise he sat down putting down him pack. The lizard walked up next to him and he heard him mutter "Oh." The bear smiled at the disappointment in his tone.
"Get you camera ready." They were sitting on a small hill and the glistening white valley sprawled out before them, in the distance they could just make out the sun reflecting on the windows in Cetcity. The sun was just getting lower in the sky and the bear was grinning as the lizard's face betrayed his bored reaction. He had seen this sight a thousand times and he could almost predict the exact moment. Counting down in his head just as he hit one he heard the lizard gasp in awe and his grin broadened.
As the sun just dipped behind the city the angle of the light was perfect and for a few minutes the Beten aurora could be seen from only a few spots on the ice fields. It was an optical illusion the real aurora was half the world away, however right then it danced with rainbow colours, ribbons of beauty reflecting off the valley. Everywhere they looked it could be seen, the full majesty of the aurora took his breath away as it had every time he saw it since that first time.
"It only lasts a few minutes, better be quick with you camera." The bear whispered, speaking aloud in this moment seemed wrong.
Clive jumped as the bear whispered whipping out his camera and taking a few snap shots from every angle then he stopped and just looked until the sun dipped too low and the aurora vanished as suddenly as it appeared.
"You know, there are polar who have lived in this valley their entire lives who have never seen the aurora. There are only a few good spots to really appreciate it, this is my favourite. " The bear muttered his eyes still watching, for just a moment he had felt like he was five year's old, sitting on his grandfathers lap. The magic of the world before his eyes, a secret just for him and Pops. He had felt so small and weak and yet so safe, with the warmth of his grandfather, those powerful arms holding him.
"There's a small cave nearby, we should set up camp there." The bear said turning and heading down the hill glad he was in front of the lizard so he didn't see the tears in his eyes.
"Thank you for showing me, I am honoured you let me take pictures of something so private." The lizard replied as he struggled to keep up with the bear.
The bear didn't reply he just walked quickly, the temperature was dropping and he knew that they needed to get to the cave soon and set up before the temperature dropped too much.
After ten minutes with the last of the light fading they arrived, it was a small shallow ice cave, but it had been there for many years. He quickly set up the heating unit and the bed rolls, then the ration generator unit. It took him just a few minutes without a word the bear waved at the lizard's bedroll. "I would suggest you get into your bedroll, it will help keep you warm."
As the lizard did as the bear suggested the bear ordered a couple of rations from the generator and tossed a couple of ration bars over to the lizard. Clive sniffed one, it smelt like dried meat and tasted pretty much like leather. Seeing the reaction on the lizard's face the bear chuckled. "They ain't fine gourmet food but they are packed with everything you need to survive a few nights on the ice."
The lizard chewed on it slowly sitting with his bedroll wrapped around him with just a small lamp for illumination. "Not that bad really, so your grandfather brought you here when you were just five?"
The bear smiled as he thought back on his childhood. "Yes, he used to bring me here all the time, in fact we used to sleep in this very cave. He used to tell me the old stories... " The bear usually spent the tours keeping the young polars from doing something stupid. Sitting thinking and talking was a rare thing and with nostalgic memories clouding his judgement he continued. "About the old gods and how they cared for our people, how the people and the land were one. That we should respect Geis, the goddess of the ice, mother of the world. Of the great Chus, a hunter and herdsman, he used to ride a giant Waloou. He told me so many of the old stories, almost nobody knows them now. I remember him saying *'the old rites are not observed now young one, some day Grall will no longer be worshipped and the old gods will come back'*."
"Who is Grall?" The lizard asked and the bear snapped back to the present and he realised he had been loose with his tongue.
"He is the one true god." The bear replied with as much earnestness as he could. "The other gods, don't mention them to other polar, don't ask about them, understand?"
"No."
"What do you mean, no?"
"I mean I do not understand, I came here to learn about your people, learning about your old gods would be..." Clive started to reply, his interest was genuine and he had hoped the bear would tell him more.
"Look there is just one god, Grall, you don't question it. You do what you are told or... or they send you to him." The bear cut into the lizard's speech, glancing at the cave entrance and lowering his voice even though he was sure there was no chance any other Polar could be in earshot.
"'Send you to him?*'" The friendly lizard echoed in confusion.
"They kill you so you may stand before him and be judged for your sins!" The bear whispered and his expression of serious earnest concern was enough to let Clive know the bear was trying to protect him.
"My people have many gods, many generations ago we would kill each other over our beliefs. It has not been this way for a long time." He replied in shock, he had wandered far but he had never met a race that would kill you simply for asking the wrong thing.
"My people... Polar is a harsh world, we are a disciplined people, questioning things... it is not our way. The religion of Grall sat perfectly in our peoples minds. Centuries ago it rose to be the dominant religion and the strict doctrine of killing anyone who did not believe, or who showed deviant behaviour, was established and upheld." The bear paused trying to think of the right thing to say. "My Grandfather, he was... a historian, he was allowed to investigate the old religions. However, one of the papers he produced was deemed to be too blasphemous. They told him to renounce it... he refused."
The lizard shivered under his blanket as the huge bear sat there in tears spilling something so private to someone he had just met. Clive guessed that as an alien he was probably one of the few the bear could tell without fear.
"I remember when I was nine, he took me out to watch the sun set aurora again. He seemed so sad. I... I didn't know, I didn't understand what was going to happen. He knew... he knew it would be the last time we would sit together watching the aurora. He told me he loved me and he told me to be brave. I thought that was strange, he never really said much about his feelings, to hear those words aloud sounded so odd." The bear was only vaguely aware that the lizard was still present, he hadn't talked about that night to anyone but with that one slip the damn had broken and the memories he kept hidden were flowing freely into his brain drowning him in emotion.
"I... I remember he hugged me and then some strange polar turned up. My grandfather told me I should go home, that they were his friends and they were going to talk. Last thing I heard... he thanked them for giving him the time to say goodbye... he thanked them and then, when I was out of earshot, they killed him. Left his body on the ice for the carrion to scavenge." Huge tears were rolling down the bear's face splashing onto the ice floor and freezing there. "He didn't even get a funeral pyre, my parents destroyed everything he owned, every picture of him was burned." The bear reached into his coat and shirt and pulled out a small leather pouch on a string around his neck. "I found this in the remains of the fire the next day."
The bear opened it reverently a small glossy scrap of paper was pulled out, it sat dwarfed in the bear's huge palm as he held it out for the lizard to see. Clive could just about make out the face of a polar male, the paper was badly burned and the image was very faded.
"This is all that is left of him, all his research was destroyed, his life's work erased and his name never spoken, even by his children. All because he stood against Grall in a tiny way." The bear tucked the image back in the pouch and carefully put the pouch away. "None of that is for your book, you understand? If they find out I told you any of that they will kill me."
"I won't tell anyone ever." The lizard promised, touched by the faith the bear had put in him. Although he was partly aware that the bear hadn't chosen to confide in him, this had been something building inside the bear for years and that he just happened to be there when the pressure got too great and the bubble burst.
Feeling slightly awkward the bear climbed into his bedroll. He had never spoken to anyone about his grandfather, he couldn't confide in his parents. The few polar he knew he didn't trust with his life. So he had held onto it, held on to his feelings for decades, the kind old bear who had meant so much to him, taken from him because of religious hatred and intolerance. All he'd been left with was the ice fields, to many they seemed cold and barren. Yet to him they were a place he could be himself, where he could remember his grandfather and where he could song the olds songs he had been taught in secret, recite ancient prayers to gods none but he worshipped. In the quiet way he had learned he rebelled against everything in polar society. Shutting it out as much as he could closing himself off to his own people.
The bear fell asleep shortly afterwards and had a few unsettling dreams, talking about that night stirred up every dark memory he had. Finally though they ended and he woke. The lizard said nothing about the previous night as they ate breakfast and discussed the days plans. They were going to push hard with the aim of making the rainbow glacier in two days. That would give the lizard a full day inside the rainbow glacier to explore and the bear promised he would not be sad he made the trip. They would get back just in time for the bear's hibernation.
The day was hard going for both of them, Clive struggled in the harsh environment, despite his experience on other worlds the cold and deep snow proved a definite obstacle to him. Still Paulo was impressed that the lizard never complained, he just struggled on step by step, mile by mile. The frozen world around them seemed to be trying to chill the little lizard to death, winds swept down from every angle and the bear had to take him into some of the narrower valleys. It added a few hours onto their journey but provided much more shelter.
The bear pulled the lizard into a cave and then smiled, "I've got something to show you." He said in a hushed and slightly giddy voice. He had never shown anyone what he was about to show the lizard, but now that he'd already shared so much he felt free and wanted to show the little green alien everything. After all, he could share this now in total confidence that the alien would be gone soon and he would have to go back into hiding from everyone.
He walked up to the backwall of the cave and just pushed his paw through, it sliced into the ice easily. The other side was revealed through a crack, "I found this years ago, I have come here occasionally but I always close it up afterwards." The bear said as he pulled the ice wall apart to reveal a long tunnel.
The lizard peered inside curious, the blue ice reflecting the light off the bear's lamp in an almost eerie way. "A few hundred year's ago dissenters from the way of Grall were many, they built places like this to worship in secret," Paulo said in a half whisper as he lead the lizard into the dark. Following with wide eyes the lizard ran his fingers along the way, even through his mitts the ice bit his scales bitterly.
"Sadly, as the years went on their numbers dwindled as many were caught. These places were either lost or destroyed and the memory of them covered up to all but permitted historians." Leading the lizard, the tunnel curving to the left in a steep ramp. The ice crunching underfoot, rock solid underfoot, Paulo wondered, and not for the first time, how long the tunnel had been there and how many worshipers had followed this path.
After five minutes of walking the light from the surface was all but gone, a mere faded glimmer reaching. Without warning the bear switched off his lantern, the lizard panicked for a moment in the dark and then he noticed there was light a faint blue light. With every second that passed it grew.
"Get your camera out and stay calm and quiet," the bear whispered and crouched down.
Clive did as he was told, watching as the light grew the blue rays getting stronger and then he spotted something, through the wall. A shape made of pure light heading towards them. He began to snap pictures as it approached. It was huge, perhaps twenty or thirty meters long and a good ten tall. As it got nearer he realised, it was moving through solid ice, he could make out rings on it's body and is undulated closer.
"A boar worm, they live deep in the ice, don't worry th
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e tunnel was built by polar, they worked illessa spice into the ice. Worms hate that, although these days we use emf devices to keep them away from our homes and cities. Good thing too, they would find two morsel such are ourselves very tasty." Clive found Paulo's explanation a little bit unsettling.
As they watched the worm came closer, if flowed right past their tunnel just a few meters away. The light it cast was so bright it was almost blinding, Clive could make out scales and eyes as he took snap after snap of the beast. Then as it moved off slowly heading deeper his guide stood up and began to move down the tunnel again. It wasn't much further before they reached the end of the tunnel and the lizard found himself gasping in awe again.
A giant ice cavern expanded in front of them, Clive had felt small ever since he arrived on polar. All the people were at least a foot bigger than him, the buildings, doorways vehicles everything screamed at him that he was not big enough to be there. As he stood looking out at the cavern he realised he'd been feeling like a giant before compared to how small he felt then.
Giant columns of ice shot up from the floor with intricate figures carved all the way up. Light filtered in through the ceiling which was a good hundred feet above them.
A long way in front of them was an alter carved of ice, however to get to it there was an aisle with arrays of pews sitting on each site. Each pew had a statue at each end, each one intricately carved of ice depicting a polar. All of them naked, on the one side male, the other female. Everything in the huge cave was of ice except what looked like a gold goblet on the alter.
The lizard began to take a picture and then paused looking at the bear who nodded his permission. Clive began to take pictures as they walked further in. "This is amazing, it must have taken thousands of bears and a hundred years to make all this," he whispered in pure awe.
"No I doubt thousands, just twenty or thirty and a good pump to get the water out." The bear replied with a proud smile and then asked, "can you imagine this place at it's peek, three maybe four hundred polar kneeling in prayer?"
As they reached the first column Clive noticed the images carved on it, bears dancing and playing. Then he blushed as he noticed the images going rather more graphic as he wandered past. Polars in passionate embraces, males and females, males and males, females and females. "I thought your people were against homosexuality?"
"Actually until the rise of Grall our attitudes towards sex and relationships were a lot less conservative. In the early days of our civilisation caves were harder to build, so when it came time to hibernate we all did together. Polars in hibernation, we erm, we tend to mate with anything warm that we can get our unconscious paws on." Paulo said with a smile reaching out a paw to brush over some of the carvings with a smile. "Whole communities in caves spending a month together unconscious and mating. The only law was no cubs, they were put in a cave by themselves. Grall demands that we sleep alone, to lay with another while hibernating is an abomination. Then again so many of our ancient ways were an abomination it's hard to imagine how we got anything done. It's a pity it rather seems like good fun to me, we were once a really fun people."
The lizard found himself looking up at the bear and seeing regret in his eyes. He realised that the bear had been living quite a lonely life. Before he could say anything however the bear moved saying, "Take what pictures you want I am going to offer up a quick prayer."
Clive began to follow the bear up the aisle taking pictures of each statue, the work was quite exquisite and detailed. It was hard to believe they had been carved out of ice hundreds of years before. Another shocking sight caught his eye as he turned, the huge bear kneeling naked in front of the alter, his head bowed. Feeling incredibly guilty for doing so he snapped a quick picture of it anyway. He had never seen a polar naked, seven feet of huge bear without a scrap of clothing, his black paw pads showing on his feet and as the lizard walked around he found himself gasping and licking his lips at little as he spotted a huge sheath and the two biggest testicles he had ever seen pressed into the ice floor. He snapped another picture hoping the bear wouldn't notice and then walked up to the alter. The goblet was also covered in carvings and he noted filled with a liquid, a slight sniff told him it was alcoholic, which probably explained why it hadn't frozen.
Nearly jumping out of his skin as Paulo's voice cut through the silence, "it's polar moonshine, strong stuff. Take a sip from the cup of Geis and receive her blessing, the ice will bite less deeply and the wind will always be at your back. Or so the sayings go."
"How do you know so much, if only a few historians are allowed to read about the old religions?" he felt guilt asking the bear such a question, yet his mind wouldn't let him hold his tongue, curiosity was ever his master.
"When I first found this place, I found a load of materials, texts religious and more, several data crystals of research there was no name recorded but I think it was my grandfathers work." Paulo replied as he pulled on his clothes again without even the slightest hint of shyness. "I hid the texts and the research in a few different locations just in case this place was ever found. Didn't want it all destroyed. Things are changing on polar, it's no longer legal to kill people for being gay. We are looking at the civilisations around us and then back at ourselves and at last seeing the need for change. In a few years time I might be able to release it, or maybe if I go offworld I could find someone out there who would record it. I don't want to be the last to have seen this place, to have felt what we once were and could be again"
"I will hold on to my pictures, if you want them I will send them to you when you think it is safe to release this information," the lizard said reaching out a friendly hand, as he did so a light spark leapt from the bear's shoulder to his fingertip. For just a few heartbeats the two looked into each other's eyes.
"Thanks, that is very kind of you. Please do try a sip of the moonshine, it does keep out the cold," Paulo said as he turned away. "Then we must hurry we are running late and I don't want to cut short your tour of the rainbow glaciers."
Clive quickly took a sip from the goblet and then stopped to cough as the fiery liquid burned his throat, while the bear laughed.
Then they were gone out into the cold, the bear realised they had lost almost half a day thanks to all the detours and really pushed hard. The lizard struggling along behind him. It might have just been in Clive's mind but the wind did seem to be more often at his back pushing him on. The cold was definitely not biting as deeply, but that was probably due to the rosy alcohol glow.
They made good time and reached a cave where the bear said they would be safe to shelter for the night. Paulo had relaxed his guard a little and had spent most of the journey talking, the lizard had been lectured about the history of religion on polar and the subsequent social injustice for hours. He'd been a perfect listener, showing the bear every sign of enjoyment and actively encouraging him with questions as he talked.
It was as the bear set up that the first signs of something wrong began. After setting up the bedrolls, heater and the ration generator the bear picked up his bag and shredded the fabric with his claws. It wasn't until he saw the lizard's puzzled and worried expression he realised he was eating it. Swallowing a huge mouthful of fabric the bear took a few breaths and looked down at his paws, his head felt slightly light.
As he recognised the feelings growing inside him he grabbed his comm and checked the date. "Shit... oh holy fucking shit!" Paulo exclaimed causing the lizard to cringe back a little.
"What's wrong?" The lizard asked shuffling on his bedroll and suddenly realising he was several days away from civilisation, in one of the most hostile environments, with a guide who was eating their bags. He couldn't help but notice that as he panicked the bear ripped another huge section out of his bag and chewed it down in a few seconds.
"I... I'm going into hibernation mode, the fabric, it will form a plug inside me. I... it's four days early. This shouldn't be happening, we should have had enough time to get to the glacier and back." Paulo couldn't bring himself to look at the lizard, "You are... kinda in trouble."
Those are the worst words to hear when lost in the middle of nowhere with a guide who was halfway through eating his backpack. "Should we call for help?" Clive asked shivering a little and for the first time it wasn't from the cold.
"No, they wouldn't come this far into the icefields this close to hibernation," the bear moved to the cave entrance and began to dig in the show. He quickly filled in the entrance and then started to press it down, sealing them both into an ice cave. "This should keep the cold out and any wandering beasts... well they will walk right through it but it'll keep our scent in here with us."
"Well now I feel better, what are you saying is going to happen exactly?" Clive asked holding his blanket tightly around himself, his stomach was churning and he was definitely feeling something akin to terror creeping around in his mind.
"In an hour or two I'm going to go to sleep and... I will wake up in about a month," Paulo said sitting down on his bedroll and yawning. "The ration generator and heater will keep this place ok for a month. Oh crap... you're going to need to..." The bear struggled to his feet and punched out the wall he had just made, turning to the backwall of the cave he began to dig. His claws slicing through the ice easily as he dug spraying ice behind him. It took him over thirty minutes to carve out a smaller second cave. "Just knock ice out of the wall to cover your... you know. It should stop the smell."
"Yay and I was worried about getting killed and eaten by wild animals, at least now I won't crap myself," Clive muttered dryly unable to stop shivering as the bear ignored him and resealed the cave entrance.
"There's nothing else I can do, you are stuck here with me while I hibernate, if you try to head back on your own well you'll get lost and either freeze, starve or be eaten." Paulo sad sitting down on his bedroll yawning and pulling off his clothes, he tore at his bedroll making mess of the stuffing as he arranged it around himself. "I... sorry." He muttered before closing his eyes for the last time in a month.
The lizard sat still for a few moments blinking, as the bear started to snore softly. Then he shrugged his shoulders and lay back on his own bedroll, it had been a long day after all. As the aches of the day clung to his tired body he closed his eyes and drifted off to a rather fitful sleep.
He awoke in the morning and stretched, he was surprised to find that the ice cave had heated up somewhat. With the door sealed the heat off the heater unit had no way to escape, he pulled off his gloves and walked over to the wall and touched it. He shivered as it was still frozen, yet for the first time in a few weeks the temperature felt comfortable to him.
He turned off his own suit's heater unit and returned to his bedroll, getting a ration bar from the ration generator and sniffed it. A whole month eating nothing but these and with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. He sighed and tried to get back to sleep. Still there is only so much time a non hibernating person can sleep. Eventually he sat up again and picked up his camera, he started to sort the pictures he had taken over the last few days.
The next day he tried walking in circles and doing some exercises while the bear slumbered on. On the third day he started drafting his book, only he lacked most of his images as he had them on data crystals stored at the spaceport locker. He wrote a few anecdotes from his tour, figuring he could use the time to ensure he didn't miss them.
By the fourth day he was already sick of writing and he decided to organise some of the images he had taken of his time on polar. Images of the streets and the people, some of the really wild polar wrestling he had seen. It had been brutal and savage and yet he had found himself swept along with the crowd and up on his feet screaming for blood.
Although he had found that, despite their reputation for brutality and close mindedness, the polar were actually a friendly and warm people. They were extremely physical with each other, and he'd seen many polar exchanging blows that to most species would have been part of some savage brawl, for the polar it was just friendly banter. None had laid a single claw on him at all, although with the dragos war on the lizard had gotten a couple of unfriendly looks.
It was as he sorted the images he had captured he skipped onto the image of the bear naked and kneeling. Clive's people were very open sexually and he allowed himself to enjoy the images he had taken. Drinking in every detail of the bear, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight he reached down and, feeling slightly weird with the slumbering bear so close, he began to stroke himself. It had been a long time since he left home. Although he had certainly enjoyed some fun with the rabbit's on Lapros, the tigers on Felious and the otters on Lutrai.
Still he had to admit the strength of the polar had hit something inside him, he couldn't help it, the gentle brutes just did something to his blood. He had spent weeks watching them lustfully and keeping his feelings to himself, knowing how the male bears would react to any advances. Paulo was the first bear he felt he might have had a shot with and then, just as they were getting close, he goes into hibernation. Panting softly he brushed his red hair away from his eyes as his paw worked faster and faster.
His green cock throbbing in his paw as he thought about pressing up against that warm body, sliding his cock into the bear's virgin tailhole. He whimpered softly and his green shaft sprayed a few drops of pre onto his bedroll. He dropped the camera onto the soft material as he continued to jerk leaning down panting and gasping. His breath coming in ragged pants, he thought back to the thick sheath the bear had, wondering what delicious treasure was hidden inside.
His body trembled, his heart thumping so hard in his chest and then he looked up and for the first time he realised, the bear was naked and unconscious with him. Whimpering the lizard's green shaft began to throb as he emptied several days of pent up seed onto his bedroll and camera. The tangy scent of his cum filled the cave and as he collapsed the lizard could hear the bear grunting in his sleep.
Looking up the lizard saw the bear roll over and something black against the pure white fur caught his eye. Huge and shining, black bear cock filled his eyes and his mind. It was easily ten inches in length and so thick that Clive wondered if he would ever be able to fit more than the first few inches into his mouth.
He knew he shouldn't be thinking what he was thinking, but as he sat there watching his nose twitched. Musk, pure masculine scent filling his mind, his blue tongue shot out tasting the male scent in the air. Fuck he needed him, just one proper taste, nobody could blame him just for taking a taste, the hard bear cock was begging him. He could smell the bear's need, it was calling to him.
What had Paulo said, something about bears in hibernation mating with anything nearby? The lizard's mind shot back to that conversation. Yes, that's what he had said, Clive licked his lips at the thought. The bear would never know just a little suck and maybe he'd get the bear off. No harm, the bear's body wanted it, he could scent the arousal it was so heavy in the air, pure animal musk just calling to him. Hell, he would have to do something to keep the musk from driving him mad. Besides, stuck for a month in this ice cave the bear owed him, the least he could get was some bear cock.
Slipping out of his thermal suit the lizard stripped naked, he wanted to feel that soft plush fur against his scaly body. His scales were so fine and tiny, his entire body shone in the lamp light, reflecting the glow like fine silk. The red tattoos that his entire tribe wore could only just be made out in the light, the tribal patterns covering his arms chest and inner thighs. His cock dwarfed by the bear's a mere five inches but with some girth.
Three toed green feet stepped out onto the blueish ice floor and he shivered, still he didn't want to risk the bear eating any of his clothing as he had no way to replace it and what the bear had done to the backpack had been enough to make him at least a little cautious. He dashed over the ice floor and onto the bear's bedroll. The torn fabric was far better than the frozen floor, although the huge bear didn't leave him much room to stand.
Just in front of him, dangling between two thick muscular thighs was the object of his desire, ten thick heavenly inches, wafting in the air of the cave, above two huge orbs, each one more than a handful for the small lizard. Reaching down carefully he ran his fingers through the bear's thick chest fur, enjoying the feel of millions of hairs as they caressed his palms. The bear didn't stir and the lizard reached down with his other hand, his three thick fingers caressing the bear's huge pecks. He gasped at the feel of pure muscle hiding beneath layers of plush fur, the flesh giving just a little, and then rolling as the bear stirred a little. He gasped at the feeling of the chest muscles flexing, dancing under his thick fingers. Powerful slow rhythmic thumbs sent thrilling vibrations into his fingertips as he felt Paulo's steady heartbeat.
Powerful musk of raw unwashed male gripped his nostrils and wouldn't let go. The bear and he had been hiking for days with no bathing and then a further four days of nothing but sleeping. Green eye's settled on the thick drooling black meat, the lizard's breathing got rapid. His worries vanished as the lizard lay full length over the bear. Paulo was like a wonderful flurry heated rug beneath him. The heat of the bear radiated up through his body, warming him far more than his thermal suit or bedroll ever could.
As he drew near to the musky black length his increased body temperature made him feel more awake and alert than he had since he landed on the frozen world. His blood warmed in his veins, his heart beating faster as his senses began to heighten. He reached out to the thick maleness and, as the breath caught in his throat, his fingertips slowly traced from the cocktip down to the base. The meat felt so warm it made his fingertips tingle, he traced every vein and crease on the thick tool.
Moving so close that the bear's scent drowned out everything, sweaty musky, pure masculinity drank through the sinuses. His eye's were unblinking as his fingertips caressed around the thick ridge of the mammoth member. Letting himself enjoy the touch and sensation of the cock for a moment. He marvelled at the smooth texture, skin was so much smoother than scales, the wonderful strength of the muscle and yet the little bit of give beneath his thick digits as they squeezed.
Leaning closer the young lizard's nose glided down the black shaft, feeling the hot meat throbbing against his cheek, he pressed his nostrils deep into the fur around the bear's huge sack. The sweaty grime of several days hiking left the bear wonderfully ripe and yet not rancid, the powerful musk drove any concerns, and any feelings of guilt, out of his mind. He felt thick warm drops of pre landing on his cheek and neck as the bear's meat began to drool.
Clive let his muzzle slide up a little, kissing the base of the bear's cock and getting his first taste. Surprisingly the flavour of the meat wasn't as musky as he expected from the scent, it was tangy, with a musky and spicy afterglow. He couldn't stop at that taste he ran his forked tongue up the full length, a full deep throated moan escaping his lips, which intensified as his tongue ran over a trail of pre. The sudden deeply tangy and powerful musky flavour going straight to his crotch and head at the same time.
After what seemed like several feet of cock his tongue reached the huge cocktip. His tongue ran around the glans and for the first time he heard the bear moan in his sleep as a thick jet of pre shot right into his mouth. He swallowed hungrily, grateful for anything that didn't taste of ration bars, deeply loving the musky and oddly fruity tang of the bear's copious juices. His lips sealed around the huge cocktip as he suckled the tip, his forked tongue swirling around and teasing the huge cock head.
Grunting in his sleep Paulo began to hump on instinct, trying to get deeper into that delicious sensation around his cock. The lizard moaned and wrapped his fingers around the bear's cock to stop it going too deep in his mouth. He let the big beast rut into his mouth, groaning in delight as the thick hot maleness as thrust deep into his mouth again and again. His own cock rubbed into the bear's plush belly fur, soaking it with drops of pre as he wriggled.
Clive wished he had a third hand to deal with his own cock as it begged him to play with it. However, nothing in this or any world could have gotten him to take a hand off the huge thrusting meat. He made do with his tail, coiling the tip around his green shaft and stroking it quickly. The bear's juices were growing far more copious as he thrust faster and faster, mating his mouth with the intensity of a feral animal.
With a grunt in his sleep the bear released a powerful torrent of bear cum. Thick musky fluid flooded the lizard's maw, far too much for him to swallow, yet he couldn't bring himself to take his mouth away from the cock. Cum oozed out of his lips running down his chin and chest. his tail thrashed wildly on his cock until with a deeply satisfying sigh, he came, spraying his spunk into the bear's plush belly fur.
Gasping as he pulled his muzzle off the bear cock. Clive got to his feet, his legs shaking and his body trembling. He suddenly felt guilty about what he'd done, after all it was not like Paulo had been able to say no. Still, as bearcum rivers slowly blazed trails down his scaly body, it seemed like the bear enjoyed it even if he wasn't aware of what had happened.
It was as he stepped back onto the ice, with the intention of heading back to his own bed and getting dressed, things took an unexpected turn for the lizard. Something grabbed his left ankle tightly, he looked down to see a huge bear paw clasping his leg. Before he had time to think or react the paw pulled powerfully, Clive fell hard onto his chest, bashing his snout off the ice floor. Tasting blood he whimpered a little, his heart racing as he was pulled back into the bear's nest.
He clawed uselessly at the ice floor, but his fingers could find no purchase, and even
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*This story is mostly fiction, with some elements based on actual events and dialogue (I wish it were the other way around.) It is written from my wife's point of view, but the fantasy is all mine.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I appreciate any feedback.*
I'm not exactly sure when it started or why, but at some point recently my husband had the idea that he wanted to eat my pussy after having sex. He and I both love oral (both giving and receiving!) but I was surprised when he mentioned it, and he was surprised when I wasn't as excited about the idea as he was.
He first brought it up one night in bed after we had started fooling around. I had just taken a bath, and he had just started stroking my clit and licking clean shaven pussy.
"You know what I'd like to try sometime?"
I tensed up a little bit because his ideas seem to be getting kinkier as time goes on, and I'm not always as into the ideas as he is. Sometimes not really at all. Like when he started wanting me to spank him. It's never been a turn on for me to cause pain, but since it's such a huge turn on for him, I will oblige sometimes and make his cute ass as red and hot as he wants. Or when he wants me to fuck him with a strap on. The whole role reversal thing doesn't do much for me, so I'm really not into it. But at least I'm always willing to hear him out. Especially now, since he was making my pussy feel so good. The way he goes down on me is amazing. Its like he's making out with it.
"No, what would you like to try sometime?" I responded, half amusedly and half sarcastically.
He didn't say anything right away, but went from licking around my clit to sliding his tongue gently but firmly, deep into me and hitting my g-spot. "Mmmmmm" I shivered softly.
He continued for a minute, then looked up at me. "I want to fuck you good and hard and deep the way you like it, and then after I cum, I want you to make me eat your pussy. I know I'm not going to want to do it after I cum, so that's why I want you to make me. I've actually been thinking about doing it for awhile, but since the urge goes away after, I never tried or even mentioned it."
I totally wasn't expecting that. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. I wasn't really sure how I felt about the idea at this point, so I somewhat dismissively said, "Well I'm not going to make you do it if you really don't want to. It might sound good to you now, but you're probably not going to like it."
Of course my husband who has an answer for everything assured me, "I do want to, but I lose the desire right after I cum. That's why I need you to force me to do it. If you did, I think I would like it, and hopefully you would like it too."
I kind of got what he was saying, but kind of didn't at the same time, so I was skeptical. But he went back to eating my pussy with renewed fervor after telling me his new dirty desire. Sucking on my clit and licking me all over, inside and out. I could see his rock hard cock dripping precum from his excitement.
So I figured I'd play along with it, at least for now. I put on a devilish grin and as he ate me I grabbed him by the hair and teased, "So you want to eat my cum filled pussy, huh? Yeah? mmmm... You want that wet sticky mess on your face? Yeah suck my clit..."
My dirty talk makes him crazy. He was moaning and eating it now like a wild man. His cock was dripping and throbbing while he serviced me. Honestly, I couldn't take it anymore either. "Get up here and fuck me. I need your cock in me, NOW! Fuck me!", I hissed.
After one final goodbye kiss and suck of my swollen wet pussy, he was on top of me and driving his cock into me in a flash. His length sank all the way into me with little resistance at this point. I almost came right then and there, but I knew I would very soon. He started pumping me but kept his cock deep in me, digging me out, which put me over the edge in seconds. "I'm gonna cum, yes, just like that, don't stop, just like that, yeah, YEAH, OH GOD..."
I felt my pussy explode in a huge orgasm which usually would be the end for me, but sometimes I feel like I could keep going and have another and another if the stimulation is just right... this might just be one of those times, I thought.
He was pounding me hard now like a machine. I could feel him throbbing and getting ready to cum too, but I stopped him and in an orderly tone said, "Get off of me and lay down on your back."
He looked at me in anticipation and quickly did as instructed. Still pulsing from my first orgasm but hoping for more, I got up and mounted his hips. He was trying to shove his cock back into me, but I didn't let him. I just stared down at him until I knew I had his attention.
"Now listen to me and listen good. You asked me to make you eat my pussy after you cum, so that's what you're going to do. I don't care if you lose the desire to do it after you cum, you're going to do it and there's no getting out of it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my love." he replied, awestruck.
"And you had better eat me with the same intensity that you had before if you ever want me to entertain any more of your kinky ideas in the future. Is that clear?"
His forehead beaded with sweat now that the pressure was on and he had something to lose. "Yes, I will, I promise."
Now I could play with him a bit. "Good. Now just so you know what to expect right now, I'm going to ride your big hard cock until you cum, and then I'm going to ride your face until I cum again." With that, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, making it clear that I would be the one controlling the pace along with everything else now.
Once he was completely in me, I slowly and gently rocked back and forth to tease him. He groaned at this, but the real impact came with what I said next.
"You should be more careful with what you wish for. If neither of us enjoy this, we never have to do it again. I didn't think I would at first, but now I'm thinking there's a good chance that I will. And if I do, then you will be cleaning up the cum from my messy pussy with your mouth every time from now on."
His cock was now pulsating just from hearing this. I then started rocking back and forth harder, and moving up and down as well. I could feel him about to explode.
"You're ready to cum, aren't you honey? I knew it, I can feel you throbbing. But just hang on a little longer. I want to milk every last drop out of you to make sure I have a nice thick dripping creampie to feed to you."
Upon saying that last word, I slammed my hips down and rode him hard and fast. It was only a minute or two before he was howling and exploding his huge load into me, filling me up. Once I felt that final pulse of his cock expelling the last of his cum into me, I slid up, pinned his arms under my legs and lowered my hot, frothing, creamy pussy over his face.
"Now eat me. Lick me clean. Suck all your cum out of me. And make me love it."
He didn't have time to think or put up any resistance, he just dove right in. I don't know if he actually wanted to, or because he had no choice, and I didn't care. The head he was giving me now was even more intense than before, so much better than I had expected or hoped for earlier. It was a turning point in our sex lives, and there was no turning back now. I was hooked.
"Yeah suck my pussy, bitch. Lose interest? Ha. Look at you, you love it, you dirty slut. Put your tongue up inside me and suck it out. Deeper. DEEPER I SAID!"
I leaned back a bit and looked down to get a glimpse of the action. I thought of all the times we made love, and the mild unpleasantness of his load slowly oozing out of me, sometimes even for hours afterward. And how many times have I sucked his dick and swallowed all his sticky cum over the years? What was happening now was the exact opposite. With his hard working tongue now shoved all the way up my well fucked hole, it was pouring out of me like a pitcher into his mouth and all over his face as he licked and sucked. I could hardly believe how the tables had turned, or how much I was loving this.
My loving husband was now in complete submission, and I felt like I was possessed by a demon. When I next spoke I wasn't consciously trying to have a dominant or sadistic tone, but nevertheless it just came out that way. "I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am. Actually, I don't even care if you are. You're my cum eating pussy slave now. Before tonight, I would never even think of doing this, or that I would find much pleasure in it. But now, not only do I want to feed you the cum from my pussy every time we fuck, I want to do it often. Very often. So I hope you're up for it."
My animalistic impulses had completely taken over now. I grabbed the back of his head, pulled it into the steamy slit between my legs and face fucked him hard, grinding myself on him wildly. Although I had told him to make me cum this way earlier, and easily could have, I had just gotten a different idea. I was going to ride his cock to another orgasm and make him fill me up some more...just so I could feed him again. I let out an evil laugh. "I know you're getting older and may not be able to produce it as fast and as much as when you were younger so if I have to, I will find other sources to make sure I have a steady supply for you. Maybe those strong young men from the gardening service, hmm? I see them checking me out so I'm sure they wouldn't hesitate to pump me full of cum if I wanted them to. Maybe that would be better anyway, so neither of us will have to worry about you 'losing the desire' to go down on me after you cum." While I was pretty sure he would recognize what I had just said as sarcasm (was it, really?) I reminded him, "Don't forget this was your idea, your fetish, and I wouldn't want to deprive you."
My newly crowned creampie cleanup boy was obediently making good on his promise to keep up the intensity, but I no longer had the sensation of feeling full that I had earlier. He had sucked it all out of me like a pro.
"Make sure you get every last drop of it, bitch. Don't miss any."
I figured I'll give him another minute before I slide back down and start round two. I didn't even need to turn around to check whether his cock was hard and ready yet, I knew it would be.
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I have always wanted a story kinda like this one, but to no success so i just made my own. This is the first story ive written, so it might not be perfect. It contains M/M between two underage raccoon brothers. So if you dont like this kind of stuff or are under 18, just dont read it.
Of Brotherly Secrets
There was a time when I was much younger Raccoon then I am now. I was only around 15 if I remember right. Back when I was still living with my parents and my older brother. He was only one year older then me, but a good four inches taller. We were both about the same physically. I was 5' 4" weighing only 135 lbs, and he was pretty much the same, except for being taller. He tried to work out sometimes, but it never helped any. He remained small and weak, but he could still overpower me if he really wanted. Which he made sure I knew during our occasional wrestling matches on the floor.
We had a small nest, far out in the woods to where no one ever came by unless they had to. Although if you ever saw the place you wouldn't think we were that secluded. There was electricity and even phone lines stretched out to us. It was a good life, no cares, and no worries, just the family living together. In fact the only thing I didn't like was that my brother and I had to share the same room with two different beds. It's not the we never got along, some would say we were the best of friends; its just that I knew things about my brother. Things that to this day I don't think he knows that I know.
Late at night when he thought he was all alone, I would sneak in and see pictures on the computer screen. Always pictures of males, doing things to other males that I've never thought possible, and the whole time there was one paw on the mouse and another in his lap. At the time I didn't know anything about sexuality or any of the acts that went with it, so when I saw him looking at those pictures I was really confused. I never talked to him about them or asked him what they meant. I just thought it would be better that way, until one night.
It was late, around 10:00pm, and there was a bad thunderstorm outside. The house would almost shake with each boom that went across the sky. I had been in bed since 9:00 unable to go to sleep due to the storm. After a few more earth shattering explosions of sound I heard creaking of a bed coming from the other side of the room, and then footpads slowly coming toward mine. I knew it had to be my brother because he was scared of storms as well. I turned my head over looking into the darkness, unable to see anything until a bright flash from another lighting bolt struck revealing my brother standing right next to my bed.
"What's wrong?" I found myself asking as I saw him standing there.
"I'm a little scared right now, do you care if I sleep in your bed tonight?" he answered.
This really hadn't shocked me as he has asked to sleep with me before during storms. I had always found it to be a little comical since he was the older and tougher one getting scared enough to climb into bed with his younger brother. I had no problems with him sleeping with me, since nothing had happened before.
"Sure, just try not to toss and turn around as much as you did last time, I couldn't sleep," I had said. He was in and under the covers almost before I could finish the sentence. He made sure to lie down so his back was facing mine. I could feel his tail brushing up against me, almost tickling me. But I couldn't complain, once he was in the bed I could feel warmth coming off him and soaking into me. It was a cold night, so I couldn't complain about the new heat source.
It wasn't until around midnight that the storm finally slowed down. I could still see a few flashes in the darkness, but there weren't any loud booms after. I thought that now I could finally get some sleep since I had to go to school the next morning, so I closed my eyes to prepare for sleep when I felt the bed sway some indicating that my brother had turned around. I passed it off still trying to go to sleep when I felt his paw reach up and rub on my shoulder some.
I opened my quickly trying to figure out what he was doing to me when I felt the bed shift some more. I could feel his body scooting closer to mine. I didn't know if he thought I was asleep or what, but I just lay there staring into the darkness not saying a word. His paw started to rub down over my back then stop at the bottom of my shirt. I felt his warm paw then start to rub under my shirt, on my back. I couldn't take it anymore I had to say something.
"Brother, what are you doing?" I tried to ask as softly as I could, but as soon as I had spoken I felt the paw shudder to a stop. He must have thought that I was sleeping. However after a few seconds I felt the paw slip out from under my shirt and start to tug at my side. I knew what he wanted me to do, so I turned around coming muzzle to muzzle with him. All I saw him do was raise a paw to his maw and make a very stern "Shhhhh" sound. I was greatly confused but I trusted my older brother. After he was done making the sound his paw dropped down and resumed rubbing over me, only this time on my chest. I was struggling as hard as I could to figure out what he was trying to do until my whole body froze. His paw had slid down from my chest, quickly dropping to my sleeping shorts. His paw resting on top of my crotch. At that point my confusion changed to fear almost. I let a paw drop down to pick his up off me, but he stopped me. Even growled a little as he pinned my paw back. I had never seen this side of him before. What was he doing?
"There has been something I have wanted to do to you for along time brother! I think its time to get it out of my system." He exclaimed as he gripped his paw around my crotch, squeezing my sheath between his digits.
"What are you talking about?! This is wrong you shouldn't be touching me like this!" I franticly pleading with him hopping he would stop, but all I got was a paw wrapped around my maw holding it closed.
"What part of shhh don't you understand brother," he said looking me straight in the eyes. All I could thing to do at that point was let out a whine as he held my maw closed. His other paw let loose of its grip and started to pull my shorts down until they were around my foot paws. His attention dropped from my eyes down to my sheath. He stared at it intently letting out a small murr as he did. Looking over it from every angle from the soft black velvety fur of my ball sac up to the silver furred sheath itself. He even sniffs some like he wanted to smell it. I couldn't think why anyone would want to see my sheath. That was gross, wasn't it? At any rate I wanted him to stop. I didn't know what he was doing, but all I could think was that it was wrong.
His paw had finally released my shorts, after he felt he examined me enough, to fondle my sac. My eyes instantly grew wide as I felt his digits slowly working over my sac, cupping them into his paw, and rubbing his paw over the fur that covered it. His other paw finally released my maw. I was to scared to cry out anymore, so all I could do was lay there panting trying to figure out what was going on. His now free paw lowered down to his own pants, quickly removing them and tossing them somewhere into the dark room. I took a deep breath feeling my heart beat crazily as I could see in the dim lighting a long pink shaft sticking out of his sheath coming out about six inches. I was scared. I knew I had something like that too, but I had never seen it stick out through the sheath like that.
I saw a look of pleasure on his face, and then looked back down to his member. He had lowered it so it could rest on my crotch. I felt something warm and moist at the tip as he pressed it against my sheath. That is when I felt a paw raise up to me sheath again and rest on the top. Slowly I felt a single claw start to press inside it and move around against the inside walls, and against my unerect member. I had never felt anything like this before or ever had the urge to at me age so all I could think was to be afraid. My breaths got faster and deeper, I almost wanted to cry but I thought that might make him do worse things.
The thing that shocked me the most was what started to happen as his claw explored the inside of my sheath. I could feel my member start to get harder and even start to poke out through the top of the sheath. I looked down a little confused, but I could tell my brother was looking down with different ideas all together. His paw had retreated out of my sheath just as his maw lowered down. I wasn't even looking down anymore; I didn't want to know what was going on so I kept my attention to the ceiling. I had to clench my whole body as I felt a warm, soft lick up my member to the tip, then back down again. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else, anything to take my mind of what my brother was doing to me.
After a few seconds of constant licking my member felt as hard as it could get. Only coming out at 3 inches, but my brother didn't seem to mind. His maw left leaving my member dripping in his saliva. I could feel his warm length press up against mine making me whimper again. His paw wrapped around both his member and mine, pumping up and down on both of them at the same time. With each stroke I could feel warm liquid coming out of his member and dripping down mine until it would soak into my sheath fur.
I had gripped the sheets around me and pulled them up into my face so I could cry into them. I felt his paw moving faster and faster over us with wet sloshing sound each time he would move his paw. I started to feel a little light headed from only breathing into the sheet, but I could strongly remember a sudden increase in his breaths and with a few more hard thrusts with his paw, his member started to swell and a rush of warmth filled my lap soaking his seed into my fur. A strong moan came from my brother, his paw finally stopping its motions. Even with the sheets over my face I could get a full smell of the scent that followed. It overwhelmed me, and that was the last thing I remember that night.
I awoke the next morning with the sun shining in my face, and my brother not in my bed, or even in the room. I sat in my bed for a few minutes trying to figure out what exactly happened the night before, and did it even happen. Was it just a dream? I decided I should at least get ready for the say so I threw the covers off my body to reveal a very pungent stain around my still naked groin. It was then that I knew it was all real, I felt like crying again. I forced myself out of bed and slipped some clothes on right over top all the dried seed trying to pretend it didn't happen.
When I finally made my way to the kitchen I saw my mom sitting at the table eating breakfast, but no sign of my brother. I took a seat next to her letting out a sigh. "What's wrong hunny?" I heard her ask.
"Have you seen my brother around today? I don't see him anywhere"
"Oh! Didn't he tell you? He left early this morning to go away to his real dads house. He is going to live with him from now on. He was supposed to leave yesterday, but he insisted on staying just one more day cause he wanted to spend at least one more day with you, dear," she tried to say as sincere as she could. All I could manage to do was lay my head in my arms and cry again. The last thing I can remember her saying was "Aw, you must be more heart broken over him leaving then I thought you would be." I responded by crying harder.
As i said, its my first one, so if there is any comments or suggestions for new strorys i may write. feel free to say them. My email is
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Of Brotherly Secrets by becker587
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How was I ever going to tell my parents that I was gay? This was a confrontation that I had been dreading for a long time, but how long could I put it off? If I didn't tell them, they were going to find out anyway for sure. I was a complete slut. I mean, really indiscreet. One time I got the mailman up to my bedroom, and he was just in the middle of fucking my ass, when I heard the front door open. I knew it was my father. He was due home about then, and I had played it too close. But I just couldn't pass up the mailman. He was so cute and humpy, and I didn't even know he was available, but when the mail came through the slot in the front door, I opened the door, wearing only my red thong, and he was still kneeling there about to stuff TV Guide through the slot, and there I was standing there with my packed thong practically in front of his face.
I saw him look at my tight package, and even though he was kneeling in his baggy trousers, I saw the prickhead pressure pushing out his uniform. I raised my foot and kind of rubbed it against him. He smiled. I smiled. I invited him in for a cup of coffee. He accepted. I put the mail on the hall table. We skipped the cup of coffee. We went up to my bedroom and immediately started to go at it. I helped him out of his uniform. He really was cute and humpy, and muscular and hung. I went down on him immediately. I licked his cock. I sucked his succulent balls into my mouth. He pressed his feet down on the mattress to raise the angle of his ass. He separated his two bouncy fleshglobes and displayed the clean, pink. pursed lips between them. I went for it. He manually held my face within his deep cleft, and the insides of his buttocks rubbed against my wet nose. Finally he flipped me over on my belly, spit into his hand, rubbed it on his thick dick and speared me. I loved it. It was just after that, that I heard the front door open, and knew it was my father. I tried to move out from under him.
"It's my father," I hissed. "Get up."
He just kept fucking. He wasn't going to be cheated out of an anal cumshot.
"Take it out, for god's sake. It's my father."
This only seemed to make him more excited, and he started pounding like a jackhammer. I was sweating in fear under his insistent hips, but I was also loving it. Slap. Slap. Slap. My father certainly would hear that. Slap. Slap. Slap. His hips against my ass. Slap. Slap. Slap. Suddenly he tensed, and he swelled, and he hosed his spooge into me. He was finished. Thank goodness. I made him get dressed immediately, and I opened my bedroom door to let him out, just as my father passed my door. Unfortunately, I was only wearing my red thong, so it looked a bit peculiar.
"Hello," said my father. "What's the mailman doing in your room?"
"I had to sign for something," I explained. I ran to my desk and picked up a cheap ballpoint. "Here. You forgot your pen," I said to the mailman. He took the pen from me and smiled.
"Thank you," he said to me, in a meaningful way, but my father thought he was thanking me for returning the pen. Great mailman. He understood perfectly. I hoped to have to sign for many more special deliveries from him.
So you see, I'm in a little bit of a mess. I have to get all this out into the open. Stop the hiding and the lying. But how? My father hates queers. He was always making nasty comments about them-about us. And my mother was a Sunday school teacher. She was sure we were sullying the divine plan of the Supreme Creator. Actually, I felt, I was carrying out the divine plan of my Supreme Creator, and was behaving just as he had created me to behave. But let's save the theosophical arguments for later.
When my mother got home, she cooked dinner and set the dining room table for three. Family dinner was a regular and important occasion in our house. Mother put fresh white candles in the valuable silver candlesticks that had come down from my great great grandmother. One day she would pass them on to my wife, she thought. And then they would go to one of my children. And then one of my grandchildren, etc. etc. etc... How could I tell her that the candlesticks stopped here?
My mother went into the kitchen through the swinging door. She came out with two plates on the first trip, setting them down before my father and before me. And then she returned through the swinging door, before it had even stopped swinging. She returned with her own plate.
She took her seat, and the three of us sat poised over our evening meal.
"We thank you, O lord, for the food we are about to receive," said my father, hands clasped in front of his face.
"Amen," said my mother, hands clasped.
They both began to eat in the flickering candlelight.
"Delicious, darling," complimented my father.
"Thank you, dear," said my mother. She turned to me. I was sitting there with the fork in my hand. I had not begun to eat. I had been thinking of the mailman. I had been fondly remembering the mailman's big cock. "What's the matter, Jeffrey?" my mother asked me. "Is anything wrong with the food?"
"Oh, sorry, mom. I was just dreaming, I guess." I rolled my fork in the spaghetti with meat sauce and lifted it to my mouth. "MMMM. Very good," I said.
"Thank you, dear," she said.
"He's got his mind on Marcy. That's all," said my father.
"I guess so," I said.
"I knew it," said my father happily and triumphantly.
Marcy was the daughter of their friends from church, Harry and Wilma. She was a sophomore at Clearwater College, as was I. I took Marcy to the movies. I took Marcy to proms and dances and parties. We were a regular couple. Marcy and Jeffrey. Jeffrey and Marcy. Everyone knew. Fortunately I was protected, in that Clearwater College was a religious institution, and premarital sex was strictly forbidden. And I was obviously too young to get married. After graduation I would be expected to pop the question, but for now everything was A-OK. Everybody believed that I was a clean-cut, fine, respectable, young American boy, going out with a respectable, pure virgin, from a good pious family. And that I was dutifully stifling my natural? urges and behaving myself until after the wedding.
I took another mouthful of spaghetti. This was getting worrisome. I couldn't keep up this charade forever.
I had heard about a swinging club down by the water in Foggsville, which was about an hour's drive from Clearwater, and I was dying to go there. I was thinking of taking the car after dinner and making the trip. But what could I tell my parents? They would want to know where I was going. Fuck. I just didn't have any privacy at all. And certainly no right to it, living in my parents' house.
I was thinking about saying I was going over to Marcy's, but suppose they called and I wasn't there? Then I got this terrific idea. Something they would really approve of.
"Dad, I hear there's this great Bible class over in Foggsville on Tuesday nights. I was thinking I might go."
"I hadn't heard about that," he answered.
"Oh, yeah. Everybody's talking about it."
"Funny. You would think I would have heard about it." He was puzzled. He knew about all those things. "Where is it?"
"I forget exactly. But everybody in Foggsville knows about it. I'll just ask someone when I get there."
"All right," he agreed. "But be careful driving," he admonished. "I'm glad to see you taking such an interest in the Good Book."
"I've always been interested in the good book," I answered. And that was the truth. When I was a little kid, I had been in a bookstore with my mother and had seen this illustrated edition of the Good Book. And on one page there was this drawing of Cain standing above Abel who was lying on the ground. And they were both buck-naked. And Abel had this absolutely great muscular rounded butt. I was getting excited just looking at the Bible illustration. But I was afraid to ask my mother to buy the book for me. I was afraid she would guess why I wanted it so badly, and...
"I will," I said. "I'll drive carefully." I took a deep sigh of relief. He had bought it. I had his permission to drive to Foggsville. This way if I got a flat, or my radiator overheated on the road, there wouldn't be any questions, like "Why were you going to Foggsville?" etc. etc.
I called Marcy before I left, and we discussed the papers we had to write for Intelligent Design class next week. She was going to write about how God had created Adam, and Eve, and the talkative snake in the Garden of Eden, and I was going to write about how God had created the monkeys and situated them far away in Africa. I told her I was driving to Foggsville to the alleged Bible class, and she immediately wanted to go with me. But I told her, I had been having some trouble with the car lately, and if anything happened and I got stuck, I didn't want to be responsible for her missing classes the next day. She was disappointed, but she agreed that she didn't want to take the chance of missing any classes. After all, she had the highest grade average of all the girls in the school, but Penelope Stanlope was getting very, very close, and she didn't want to give Penelope the opportunity to top her impressive scholastic record.
When I got to Foggsville, I drove down along the water, and had no trouble finding the forbidden venue, The Grizzly Bear. A new club where, it was rumored, tough guys went to find queers. It wasn't all that clear what they did with the queers once they found them. There been incidents of violence in the streets of Foggsville. Anonymous attacks. And it was also rumored that those attacked had been in The Grizzly Bear. And as for me, I had just driven over sixty miles just to go to The Grizzly Bear. Was it possible that someone had told me that they were giving Bible class in The Grizzly Bear tonight?
I parked in the lot and entered. I saw a lot of grizzly bears. Tough-looking, bearded, trashy looking guys. Some slim, mean-looking and tattooed, with cigarettes dangling from their angry lips. Others were massive and had beer-bellies. They were also tattooed, and had cigarettes dangling from their lips. Some had big black cigars. Those with cigars didn't dangle them. They held them between a thumb and a finger and chewed on the end of the soggy stogie.
I could see that all the guys at the pool table were eyeing my ass, as I walked over to the bar and sat on a stool. I chose the third stool from the back, mainly because on the second stool from the back was a guy who knocked my socks off.
It wasn't that he was handsome or anything. He was tall, skinny, with straight straggly blonde hair, a little on the long side. He was wearing some kind of a uniform. I wasn't sure what it was. And he looked like trailer trash. If there's anything that turns me on, it's trailer trash. They're so tough, so mean, so masculine, so dominant. The say opposites attract. Well I felt I was the exact opposite of this guy. If he had the peg, I had the hole—so to speak, that is.
I could imagine myself groveling on my knees, begging for kindness and pity, which he would withhold until I had completed the most debasing tasks. I had had no experience, up until now, with debasement. But I felt I was ready. I was anxious to be debased.
The bartender approached me and asked me what I wanted. I gave a quick look to my left, and ordered the same cheap brand of beer that my neighbor was drinking. He wasn't paying any attention to me. He was just staring at the bottle, and every once in a while, he would raise it to his lips and take a swig.
He lit and cigarette and took a few puffs. Then he just let it dangle from his lips. That was so sexy. It was giving me a hardn. Suddenly he spoke. In a hard southern twang, with bad grammar. I went out of my mind with desire. I just lost it. I wanted his cock.
"Pass me that there ashtray," he ordered, pointing to the ashtray a little down the bar from me, on the side where no one was sitting. I noticed that he had a chipped tooth in the front. I thought that was sexy too.
"Sure," I said. I reached out and grabbed the ashtray, and just scraped it down the bar until it sat in front of him.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome," I said. What could I say? How could I get a conversation going? But he helped me out. He spoke first.
"I ain't seen you around here before," he observed.
"No. I live over in Clearwater," I said. "I was passing by here (lie) and it looked like a nice place, so I thought I'd stop in for a drink."
He nodded. "You work over in Clearwater?" he asked me.
"No. I go to school. I'm a sophomore at Clearwater College," I said.
He nodded again. "That's that churchy college, right?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"You live in the dormitory with all them other college boys?" he asked me.
I thought that was a strange question for him to ask, but I answered him anyway.
"No. I live with my parents." I thought I would venture a question of my own.
"Do you live here in Foggsville?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said. "I got me a nice little trailer right down the highway in the trailer park."
So he was trailer trash. I had been right when I sized him up, and sat down next to him. I felt a little rush of blood course through my penis. My throat suddenly felt a little dry, so I lifted my beer bottle and took a swig. My heart was pounding. He was so sexy. So lanky. So bony. So mean looking. And he couldn't even speak proper English. This was like a dream come true. The mailman had been great... but so clean cut and all American. This was what I wanted. Dangerous, threatening sex. Another rush of blood surged through me and my penis started to stand tall. I told him my name was Jeffrey Parsons, And he said his was Bo Sneedle. We shook hands.
"I never was inside a trailer," I told him. I wasn't lying. "Is it nice?"
"Yeah. It's real nice. I got me a bed, and I got me a bathroom. And I got me a little kitchen. I got this little refrigerator, and I got 5 six packs of beer in it right now."
I looked at his belly. With all that beer drinking, he should be fat. But he was skinny. Maybe because he was young. But I could see that his belly was slightly soft. In another ten years, he'd probably have a little pot. But right now, he was looking damn good.
"That sounds like fun," I said. "Living in a trailer. All by yourself. No parents. I bet that would be a lot of fun."
"Oh, it is," he assured me. "I have myself a good time, all right."
"How do you do that?" I asked innocently.
"Now never you mind. At least I don't got no parents I got to report to."
"Yeah," I said bitterly. "That's the pits. I wish I had myself a trailer."
"You ain't never been in no trailer," he said. "You might not even like it."
"I know I would," I said. "If I saw the inside of a trailer, I know I'd love it."
I tried to keep the eagerness out of my voice. I had to squint a little, because the smoke from his dangling cigarette was drifting right into my left eye and making it tear. He took another puff. A long ash from the end of the cigarette, dropped off and fell onto the bar, missing the ashtray completely.
"You wanna see the inside of a trailer?" he asked me, a note of vicious shrewdness in his voice?"
"Sure," I said.
"You want me to show you the inside of my trailer?"
"That would be great," I said. "If you wouldn't mind."
"And if I show you the inside of my trailer, what're you gonna do fer me?"
"I don't know," I said. "What would you want me for do?"
"Oh, maybe nothin'," he answered. "I was jes askin'."
We finished our beers, and we went out into the parking lot. He had a motorcycle. I got into my car and followed him down the highway to the trailer park. I parked outside the park, while he idled the motor of his cycle. Then he told me to hop aboard behind him, and we zoomed through the rows of trailers, to the one that was his. He chained his bike to a steel bar attached to his trailer, and he took out a key and opened the front door. It didn't have any steps in front, so I had to raise my left foot and step way, way up. Like a double step. He followed me in and closed the door. No. He was locking the door. I hoped he wasn't a homicidal maniac.
He had a convertible sofa in the back of the trailer, which was at the moment in converted mode. It was dressed as an unmade bed. He motioned for me to sit on the crushed sheets at the bottom of the bed. He was not going to fold it up. That was okay with me. But just sitting there at the edge wasn't very comfortable.
He went to the icebox and got two beers. He opened them with his teeth. Aha. The chipped tooth. He handed me one of the bottles and took a swig from the other. He was sort of standing in front of me, while I was sitting. If his fly had been open, I would have gotten poked in the eye. That bulge looked like it could do some damage. I was not going to make the first move, though. That was for sure.
"Is that a uniform you're wearing?" I asked him.
"Yep," he said, and took another swig.
"What do you do?" I asked. I didn't recognize the uniform at all.
"I'm a guard over to the state prison," he said, and took another swallow.
"Really?" He was a prison guard. Obviously at Foggsville State Prison. I had never had a prison guard. This was kind of exciting. Like getting a policeman or a fireman, but even better. I could picture him walking down the row of cells, letting his club vibrate against all the bars.
"That sounds exciting," I told him. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah," he said. "I like it real well."
"Do you ever have to get rough with the prisoners?" I could easily imagine him smacking them around. He looked like he would get a real kick out of that.
"No. Me and them get along real well," he told me. "Real well. I sort of help a few of them out, and they watch my back." He emptied his beer bottle and went to the refrigerator for another. He grabbed the cap with his molars, and pulled. The beer foamed out of the open bottle. He licked the bottle, and siphoned off the top two ounces. I could hear them gurgle down his throat.
"How do you help them out?" I asked.
"Well, when the new guys come in, I kind of arrange it that my guys can meet the new guys late at night sometimes."
"Really? Meet them? What happens?"
"I guess you can imagine what happens, they bein' in prison and all."
I didn't dare imagine. My heart was beating wildly. Dare I pursue this? "I'm not exactly sure what you're saying," I told him. "Could you be a little more specific?"
"I let my guys get it on with the new guys."
"You do not!" I shouted. He probably guessed that I was queer, and he was playing mind games with me.
"I got it right here in this trailer on videotape. "
"You tape them?"
"Sure. I got a collection. They're real hot tapes."
"God. I'd love to see one of those tapes," I told him.
"I'll put one on," he said. I could hardly believe my luck.
"If you want, you can sit back in the bed and get a little more comfortable," he offered.
"Okay," I said gratefully. My back was starting to hurt. I took off my shoes, and moved back on the bed, sitting up and resting on a pillow against the headboard. He turned on the television, and put a tape in the video recorder. It started to play. He moved back on the bed, and lounged next to me.
He began to give me a running narration of the scene that was unfolding on the television screen. It showed this young, clean-cut looking guy sitting on his cot with wide eyes. Looking very, very frightened.
"The kid's name is Luke," Explained Bo. "They gave him five years for beating up and robbing some old faggots. Unfortunately, one of the old faggots was the district attorney's father.
The camera stayed on Luke, but now another figure (so far, I could only see his back. His massive back, in a tight black sleeveless shirt) was entering through the cell door. He approached the bed.
"That's one of my buddies. Al Hennessey. He's doing ten to twenty for attempted murder. His bitchy wife just pushed him a little too far one night."
"Aha," I said. That explained everything. Al walked over to the bed, and started to ruffle his hand through Luke's thick black hair. Luke pulled his head back.
"Come on, kid. You don't gotta be afraid of me. Here have a cigarette," said Al. He took out a pack and offered one to Luke. Luke took it. He put it between his trembling lips, and Al took a disposable lighter from his pocket, and lit Luke's cigarette for him.
"See. You and me can be real good friends. I'm really a nice guy. If you need anything, you just gotta ask me. I take good care of my friends."
"Really?" asked Luke. He was sizing up the situation, and Al was much bigger than he was. Much more muscular. And the large gold hoop earring in Al's left ear was also a little intimidating. It might be good to have Al as a friend. It would not be good to have Al as an enemy. And he'd been with guys before. Even though he was really planning to mess them up, and rob them after. He supposed he could play along and be friendly. Except Al was probably going to want to be the top, and Luke had never been a bottom. That was really sissy. But he needed to make his prison time as easy as possible, so what the hell.
"You're a real nice looking young guy," said Al to Luke.
"Thanks a lot," said Luke, shyly lowering his eyes.
"Listen to this next part," Bo said, jabbing me in the ribs with his elbow. "This is where it starts to get good."
I didn't answer. I just concentrated on the screen.
"Maybe no guy has ever said this to you before, Luke. But I'm your friend, and I gotta be honest with you. You're so pretty, you're giving me a hardn."
"Oh, yeah?" asked Luke. He was trying to figure out what to say.
"Yeah," said Al. "You wanna see?" And with that he pulled down his zipper. He obviously wasn't wearing underwear. He reached in and out came a throbbing thick vicious looking peter. Al certainly did have a hardn. There was the proof.
He stood up in front of Luke, and started to tenderly jack it right in front of his face. He swayed his hips forward a little, so that his heavy balls swung out and hit the young man on the chin. You could see that Luke was reacting to the male animal fragrance, which was now assaulting his chiseled young nostrils.
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"Would you be a good friend, and just suck the tip of it for me a little?" Al asked Luke. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed the tapered crown against Luke's lips. Luke decided to open his mouth, and Al's peter was home.
The camera work was a little shaky now. Either the camera was getting heavy, or Bo was getting turned on, and maybe using one hand on his dick, while he was filming. Something like that.
While Luke was sucking him off, Al undid the front of his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them, as he guided the young guy's head into different positions with his big hand.
Bo's camera was first behind Al's big powerful ass, and mostly you could just see Al's asscheeks and his big swinging balls, but you could see the length of his dick going into an open mouth. Then Bo must have tried to get a side view, because it looked like he was on the move. And now you could see the length of the dick from the side, feeding into the youthful lips. You could hear little choking noises every time the tip went too deep, but Al just took the noises as a challenge to force himself even deeper into the boy's throat.
"Man. You give a good blow job," said Al. "A real good blow job. I'm sure glad I found you, sweetie. You and me are gonna have a lot of good times together." He slammed Luke's nose into his abdominal muscles and ground the kid's nose into his pubic hairs. Luke just kept making phlegmy, coughy, choky noises.
"I'd love to shoot my shake down your hot little throat. But I got better ideas. I want to get my dick inside your ass? Would you like that, baby?"
Luke lifted his eyes and looked mournfully into Al's, as he continued sucking. He wouldn't like to get that dick in his ass, but he knew he had little say in the matter.
"Okay, sweetie. That's enough of a good thing." He grabbed Luke's hair and pulled his face away from the wet dick. Strings of mucous still connected the instrument to Luke's puffy lips.
"Get your clothes off, baby," said Al.
"I never really..."
"I said get your fucking clothes off, and I ain't gonna tell you again." The kid got his fucking clothes off and fast. When he stepped out of his pants, his cock was small and limp. He was not having a good time. Al made him kneel on the cot, with his ass upraised. Al spread the kid's hole, and bent down to spit into the crevice. He coughed up a few good wads. Then he let his index finger work the slime into Luke's little hole. His dick was still wet from the blowjob, so he just pushed it in.
"Unnnnggghh," groaned Luke.
"Great, isn't it?" asked Al.
Luke just kept groaning, which got Al really horny, and he started slamming his dick home with force. Bo caught the action from behind the big man's behind, and he got an angle where you could see the whole long thick dick sliding into the tight ring, which clutched at it obscenely.
"Look's great, Al," said Bo. Bo's voice was on the tape. Commenting on the action he was taping.
"Oh, it is, man. I owe you. This time you got me a real good one. It's so hot and squeezing. It just makes my pecker itch and tickle. My pecker wants to shoot a big wad of whipped cream into this hot little ass. You want my whipped cream, man? Beg me for my whipped cream." He banged Luke up alongside the head.
"Yeah, man," Luke answered obediently. "I want your whipped cream. I want your thick, white, hot whipped cream. Whip it into me."
Al took his words literally and began to slap his asscheek as he fucked. It was getting redder and redder. "You fucking little bastard. You fucking little bastard. I'm fucking your faggot ass. You gonna rip off anymore gay guys, bastard?"
"No."
"No, who?"
"No, sir."
"No, you won't," said Al. "Cause you're a faggot too. Tell me what a faggot you are, faggot. I wanna hear you say it." And all the while he was slamming into him and beating his ass.
"I'm a faggot. I'm a faggot," screamed Luke as the cock slammed up to the inside of his navel. "Oh, god. It hurts. It hurts. Oh, god. I'm a faggot. I'm a faggot."
That seemed to do it for Al. He went into a series of tight short strokes, and then pressed forward, almost as if he were trying to bury even his balls in the kid's tight, and now, wet ass.
He pulled his cock out and sighed happily. He watched joyously as his pearly essence began dripping out of the kid's hole. He began to display it for the camera. He held the kid's cheeks open, and ordered him to push out. You could see the little rosette twitching and pushing as streams of the liquid oozed out of his butt onto the cot. Al was delighted with that. He liked to see his liquid oozing out. He stuck his finger into the hole and played a little, and scooped another fingerful out.
"Did you get my cum?" Al asked Bo, referring to the taping of the event.
"Yeah. It looked great," said Bo, (on the tape) from behind the camera.
"You know what?" asked Al.
"What?" asked Bo from off-camera.
"This one's too good to waste. And I got him all broken in and slimy now. He'll be a great fuck for the other guys. Why don't you go get Chester and Rodney? I know they'd appreciate this nice open wet ass.
"Okay," said Bo (still off-camera.) He must have stopped the shoot and gone for the other guys. Because suddenly, the next thing on the tape was these two muscular dudes stripping off their clothes.
Bo told me that they were Chester, who was in for armed robbery, and Rodney who was 'the downtown elevator rapist.'
One of them (the shorter skinny one) waved to the camera. He petted Luke's still upturned ass and played with his own dick. Then he turned back to the camera and smiled and walked right up to the lens with the handsome head of his rigidified prick sticking straight out. His hand was squeezing it, and the little lips of his dick were moving. He said in a high funny voice, "Hi, I'm Wimpy. Chester's big cock. And I'm gonna fuck me some ass now. You wanna see me fuck me some ass?" It was very cute. It looked like the dick head was talking.
"Yeah," said Al. "We all wanna see Wimpy fuck him some ass."
"Okay," said Wimpy in his funny high-pitched voice. "You got it." And he turned around and plowed into the still-wet asshole. He hadn't bothered to spit on Wimpy, so Luke screamed a little. Even with all the cum in him.
Chester was an agile little guy, and he had silver piercings through both his nipples. As he fucked Luke, (or rather as Wimpy fucked Luke,) Chester's tight little butt moved a mile a minute. He was a fast-fucker. Slamslamslamslamslam.
"Wow. What a great little ass. Thanks, Al. "
"You're welcome, Chester," said Al from off-camera.
"And thank you, Bo, my man. Thank you lots and lots and lots. I thank you, and Wimpy thanks you, and Rodney's gonna thank you in a few minutes."
"Yeah," said Rodney. You could only see his right kneecap in the lower corner of the screen. His right kneecap had a happyface tattooed on it, in yellow and red. He was patiently sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting his turn, as Wimpy took his selfish pleasure like the prick he was.
I was fascinated with Chester's tight little butt as he hammered and hammered. "Oh, baby," he cooed bending over the boy's back and locking his arms around the kid's chest. "I'm in love with your ass. And so is Wimpy. You've fuckin' won our hearts, man. AAAAAGGGHHHH. AAAAAGGGHHHH. AAAAGGGHHHH."
Those were the sounds he was making, as his balls unloaded a full week's supply of syrup. Little by little, his fast ass started to slow down, until it was in rest position. It was happy. Chester was happy. Wimpy was happy. I was happy. I still had my pants on, but as you must know, I had a raging hardn by now. I needed to get fucked badly.
There were more good scenes. Chester moved away, and Al moved in, and spread the kid's ass again, so that he could watch the cum ooze out. Now he was sticking his fingers inside and scooping out Chester's hot cum. Al liked to finger Chester's cum too. He loved cum oozing out of an asshole. That was the whole point of fucking. To get to that moment, when you could watch the cum ooze out.
"Your turn," Chester said to Rodney, and moved magnanimously out of the frame. The happyface knee stood up, and the camera took a full body shot of Rodney with his long, six-foot-six, slender frame. He was skinny like Chester, but much taller, and his scraggly blonde beard made him look trashy and sexy. As a matter of fact, I was noting, that they were all trashy and sexy. Lucky Luke.
Rodney wasn't all that excited. He had a heavy thick meaty droop there. He crawled up onto the bed.
"Suck it," he ordered Luke. Luke raised his head off the mattress and took Rodney's long limpness into his mouth. He doggedly coaxed it into action mode. When it was hard enough, Rodney pulled his boner out of Luke's mouth, but then he flipped him over on the bed. He lifted the kid's legs over his bony shoulders, and fiercely gripping Luke's haunches, actually pulled Luke's asshole over his cock. Wow.
Luke's face twisted in pain.
"I can more pretend I'm screwing a lady like this," he explained to the other guys.
"Go ahead, man," Al encouraged him. Put it to her.
"Yeah. Take it, bitch," Rodney said to Luke and began to seriously piston in and out.
It looked like after a few minutes, Luke was starting to like it, because he threw his arms around Rodney's back, and he lifted his thighs up to get Rodney's dick in deeper. And then his legs went around Rodney's waist and he was digging his heels into Rodney's ass. Yeah. He was having a good time. He lifted up his face to try to kiss Rodney, but Rodney quickly turned his face away. Then he took an open palm and whapped it across Rodney's cheek.
"No kissing, bitch."
When he slapped the bitch's face, something happened in his brain. It was like he became electrified. He turned his face to the camera and gave an evil smile. And you could see some crazy kind of wicked gleam in his mad eyes. He began slapping Luke's face with every instroke, and his skinny ass was tensing and relaxing. Tensing and relaxing. And now a vicious slap and a scream. No two screams. One from Luke, and one from Rodney as his seed poured forth.
"Here it is, cunt. Take it. Take it. Yaaaghhhh. Take it. Take it. Bitch. Cunt. Bitch. Oh man, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. His breath was slowing. He pulled out his cock with a big sigh and Al pushed him aside. He crooked a finger for the camera to close in on Luke's ragged ass.
The cum started bubbling out.
"You got more cum in there. Let's see it," said Al.
More bubbled out. Not enough for Al. Push it out, bitch. Let's see that cum. Push it out. You could see the little circle of his asshole struggling to force out the liquid, and then another gush poured out, and Al was happy. He ran his fingers in it happily.
I expected that it was the end of the tape, but I was wrong.
"My turn," said Bo to Al. Take the camera and film me."
When the camera was handed over, you saw the floor, you saw the ceiling, you saw the walls, all from a million crazy angles. But now Al had it steady, and I could see my trailer mate, Bo. He was stripping off his guard's uniform. Wow. What a beautiful cock. What a beautiful big cock.
"That's me," said Bo to me, half proudly.
"Yeah. I knew it was," I said.
"I got a pretty big cock, right?"
"Yeah," I answered in awe. "I'm very impressed."
Bo just lay down on the cot, and the other three guys shoved Luke into sitting position over the long upright dick. They made him sit on it. And when it was in, they made him post up and down, like you do when you're on a horse, and the horse is trotting.
"Swallow my cock in your cunt, bitch," said Bo. I was excited. He sounded mean. I knew he was probably mean. My heart was a flutter. I wish that it were I who was riding that long riding crop.
"He had a nice hot ass," Bo said to me, watching the screen action. Now he was starting to feel himself through his pants. "How about that?" he asked me. "This fuckin' tape is giving me the biggest hardn."
"It is?" I asked. "I just kept watching him fuck Luke on the television screen. I was afraid to be too forward. He might beat me up. Maybe he liked to beat up faggots. I was a little nervous, and scared of him, which only made me desire him all the more.
"Yeah," he said. "The biggest. You wanna feel it?"
"You want me to?" I asked fearfully.
"Sure. Enjoy yourself." He pulled down his zipper and dragged it out through the fly. These trash guys didn't wear underwear.
I still kept watching Luke's face as he impaled himself on the prick I was now holding, but not looking at. It was hot. It felt like it had a fever.
"Man. Your hand is so nice and gentle. I can hardly imagine what your mouth would feel like," he said.
"Yeah?" I asked stupidly.
"Why don't you let me see what your mouth would feel like," he urged me.
"You want me to?" I asked fearlessly.
"You're a faggot, ain't you?" he asked me.
I didn't answer.
"I said 'you're a faggot, ain't you.' Answer me, faggot boy, before I slap you silly."
"Yes," I admitted. "You're right. I'm a faggot."
"Then get down there and do what a faggot does. Get down there on the bed and suck my dick." He opened his pants and rolled them down his long, skinny, blonde-hairy legs.
I knew that my hour had come. I was safer now sucking him off, than trying to play dumb. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him switch off the VCR and the TV with the remote controls. Damn. I was never gonna get to see him cream into Luke's ass. And I wasn't going to see his essences leaking out of the well-fucked hole, and I wasn't going to get to see Al sticking his finger into Luke's ass to scoop out the ejaculate. But I was busy with other things now. I had a cock in my mouth. The same beautiful long thick cock that Luke had just been bouncing up and down on in the tape that Bo shut off. While I was sucking him, I managed to strip off my clothes. And he removed the rest of his.
"Lick my balls, faggot," Bo ordered me. I discovered that I loved to be ordered. I got my mouth down there, and sucked each of the hairy walnuts into my rapturous mouth. His hands were on my head, and they were pushing my head lower, at the same time as he planted his feet near his butt, and tilted his ass up toward my mouth. My tongue slid over the fleshy area between his balls and his ass, and was suddenly between his skinny asscheeks, heading toward 'black kiss' territory. And then I was 'black kissing.' My tongue was lodged inside his tunnel. I was at once repelled and excited. It was nasty, but I loved being forced to service him in such a disgusting, demeaning way.
"That's it, faggot," he said softly. "You got a sweet tongue there. You're a good little faggot. You take care of Bo, and Bo will take care of you."
I went back to cocksucking, and after a while, he pushed me flat down on the bed. It happened so fast, that my stiff dick got hurt, as it scraped along the wrinkled sheet. He was on top of me in an instant. He spit into my crack, and aimed down. I felt it pushing, pushing, and ahhh... it had gained entrance. I think the fact that I had gotten fucked by the mailman just that morning was a big help in how quickly my ass adjusted to his dick.
And it felt so good. Better than the mailman. So fucking good.
"Oh, Bo," I sighed. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock."
"Yeah. Take my cock, faggot. Suck my cock with your ass, faggot."
Some people think Nirvana is seventy-two female virgins. For me Nirvana was Bo's cock. He was ill-bred, uneducated, trashy, and everything I had ever wanted. And his cock was in my ass. His dick had taken up temporary residence inside me. With that thought, I creamed out onto his sheet. Well. It hadn't been so clean anyway.
I guess when I creamed, the contractions of my asshole did a number on him, because now he was pounding. Now he was groaning.
"Fucking faggot! Fucking faggot! Goddamn great ass! You fucking faggot! Take my load. Feel my hot load up inside you." And I did.
He was still lying on top of me, with his softening cock up my ass, when he reached out an arm, and grabbed his pack of smokes and his lighter. He lit up, still on top of me, and still inside me. He took puff after contended puff, and the smoke drifted up my nose. I wrinkled my nose and sneezed a couple of times. I did not like second hand smoke, but I was not going to say anything. I could put up with a few puffs, while Bo was buried inside me.
When he finally pulled out, he went into the little trailer bathroom and I heard him urinating and washing up. I flipped over onto my back, with my head on a pillow. He came out of the bathroom, and came back to the bed. He lay down next to me and lit another cigarette.
"You got some great ass there, kid," he said. "That was one of the smoothest fucks I've ever had. I sure wouldn't mind a steady diet of that ass."
"Thanks, Bo," I said. I liked him too. I wouldn't at all mind a steady diet of trailer cock.
"You think I'm good looking?" he asked me.
"You're very good looking," I assured him.
"You think I fuck good?"
"Best I've ever had," I told him with confidence.
"So how come I can't get no woman to go out with me or fuck with me? Unless I pay 'em?" He asked.
"I don't know. I'd go out with you. I'd fuck with you."
"Them cunts. They just want money. They don't want a good-looking guy who's a good fucker, if he lives in a trailer. I ain't good enough for 'em," he said bitterly.
"You're too good for them." I put my hand on his thigh, and gave a little squeeze. His dozing cock jumped a little.
"I wish I had someone to be here to fuck with me, when I get home from work every night." An idea popped into his head. "Hey," he said. "How about you? How about you stayin' over here for a while, so I can fuck you when I get home from work. I'll give you a real good time," he promised.
"I'd really love that, Bo. Boy. Would I ever? But my parents don't know about me."
"They don't know? Why the fuck don't you tell them?"
"I don't think they'd be real happy," I explained.
"Well. Even if you don't stay here, you can come over a few times a week and take care of me. Right?"
"Where would I tell my parents I was going all the time? I was lucky just to be able to get here tonight. I told them I was going to a Bible class."
"So you won't come back and let me fuck you?"
"I can't. Except maybe once in a while."
"You don't like me," he accused. "You don't think I'm good-lookin'. You didn't like the way I cornholed you." He was getting very agitated. He had no self- confidence at all.
"No. I do like you. I think you're very good looking. And I wish I could get cornholed by you every night of the week. Really!" I insisted. "It's not me. It's my parents. I swear it."
"Well. We just gotta do somethin' about your parents," he said angrily. "I want you to be able to get your tight little ass over to my trailer, whenever I want it here."
"If only that were possible," I mourned.
"Where do you live?" he asked me.
I was starting to get nervous. "What are you thinking?" I asked him. "You'd better not tell my parents."
"What's your address?"
"No. I'm not telling you."
"Tell me, bitch," he threatened.
I held my ground. "No," I said.
Suddenly he grabbed my pants off the floor and reached into my pocket. Out came my wallet. I grabbed for it, but he pushed me away. Pretty roughly. He opened my wallet, and pulled out my Clearwater College student identification card. That had my name, which I had already told him, but it didn't have my address on it. So then, he pulled out my driver's license and got the address.
"Please. Don't tell my parents. Please." I was begging him. I was even starting to cry. My parents would throw me out. My life would be over. I would be branded as immoral and godless, and thrown into the streets."
"Oh. I ain't gonna tell them. Don't you worry that I'm gonna tell them. I ain't gonna say nothin' I just wanted to know where they lived. That was all. No reason. I sort of wanted to know just whose tight little ass I couldn't get no more of."
I tried to believe him, but I was nervous. My trip to Foggsville was turning from a dream into a nightmare. Maybe I would have been better off looking for a Bible class, than some trashy trailer guy's dick.
I got dressed in silence. "I guess I'd better go now," I said.
"Okay. And you just come back here whenever you want to. I'll always be glad to pork you."
"Thank you," I said. I shook his hand, as if we'd just completed a business meeting, and I left the trailer. I couldn't see too well in the dark, and I almost turned my ankle, dangling my foot to find that big step down onto the ground. I wasn't sure which was the right way through all those rows of trailers, and it took me almost a half hour to find my car. I would have even had trouble getting back to Bo's trailer. I sort of remembered where it was and how it looked, but there were so many. If I ever did want to come back and visit him, I would need a compass.
Finally I saw my car. I was so relieved I almost cried. I realized that I was in a sweat. Lost in the middle of a big trailer park. I could have died there and no one would have ever known.
I drove along the dark highways, and when I got to the Clearwater outskirts and started recognizing local landmarks... What a relief. It was very late, and the house was dark when I pulled into the driveway. I quietly opened the front door and climbed the stairs up to my bedroom. I got into bed, but in the dark, I started to remember the hot videotape, and sexy, trashy Bo. And sexy, trashy Bo's big cock. And how it had felt in my asshole. And my asshole was still a little warm and tingly from his penile stimulation. But it was a good warm and tingly. I just kept concentrating on the warm and tingly sensation in my ass. Until I finally fell asleep.
Life continued as it always had. I went to classes. On Saturday nights I took Marcy to the school basketball game where the cheerleaders prayed for victory, and where we generally lost, despite the prayers. The Lord was testing our faith. That was all. But we were strong. We knew it was just a test.
Then after the game, we'd go into town to Bea's Malted Shoppe, and have Strawberry Phosphates. When I was alone in bed
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, I would think about Bo fucking me, and jerk off. I was so, so horny. I needed a cock so badly. But I didn't dare take another drive to Foggsville. And I was still a little nervous. Why had he looked in my wallet for my identification? When I said I was still a little nervous, that was a lie. The truth was I was very, very nervous.
But the weeks passed, and nothing happened, and I breathed a sigh of gratitude.
I realized that there was just no way I could ever let my parents know that I didn't like pussy as a boy was supposed to. That I liked cock. Just no way. What was my life going to be like? Infrequent furtive couplings in the dark? Never to have a love of my own? What was I going to do? I didn't want to even think about that now.
One night we sat down at the dinner table, and my mother brought the last plateful of corned beef hash and baked beans through the swinging door and set it on the table. We all sat down as always.
We all folded our hands gratefully in front of us.
"We thank thee, almighty Lord, for the food we are about to receive," said my father.
"Amen," said my mother. I said "Amen" too, but very softly.
I lifted a forkful of beans to my mouth and the doorbell rang.
"Who can that be?" asked my mother.
"Don't they know it's dinner time?" asked my father.
"Are you expecting anyone?" My father asked me accusingly.
"No, dad," I answered. "I'm not expecting anyone. Who could it be?"
My father went to the front door and my mother and I followed a few feet behind him. We were all very curious about this strange intrusion into our dinner hour.
"Who is it?" My father asked. He was being cautious. Though we had zero crime in Clearwater.
"Flower delivery," said a mail voice.
"I wonder who's sending flowers," said my mother. I wondered too.
My father opened the door and we all got the shock of our lives. There were three men standing out there with stockings over their faces and guns in their hands. They pushed into the house. We were terrified.
Their noses and faces were all pushed in under the stockings and you really couldn't tell what they looked like. But they were scary. I was scared. My father was scared. My mother was scared.
"What do you want with us?" Asked my mother.
"We gotta go through the house and see what you got," said the stockiest one of the three.
"Take what you want. Just don't hurt us," said my father.
They started looking around the first floor. The living room. The dining room.
"Oh. It looks like we interrupted their dinner," said the short skinny one.
"Yeah. It looks good," said the long skinny one. He walked over to the table and took a taste, lifting the stocking above his chin for a moment. "MMM. It is good. The old lady can cook."
Then they took the dining room chairs into the living room. They had rope with them, and they tied the three of us to the dining room chairs. The tall skinny one kept a gun on us and watched us, as the other two went through the house. They returned.
"Anything good?" the tall one asked.
"No. Nothing. They got nothing. Only a couple of crappy silver candlesticks. All the good stuff must be in the bank vault," said the stocky one.
"Take the television," suggested my father.
"Fuck the television," said the stocky one. What are we gonna do with a crappy television. But we gotta get something for our trouble now. Don't we?"
"What?" asked my father.
"Some fun," said the short skinny one.
"Yeah. Like maybe we each get a blowjob?" said the tall skinny one.
"And maybe we fuck," said the stocky one.
"Oh, god," screamed my mother. "No. No. Please. Anything but that. Please. Oh merciful Lord in heaven, please help us. Please help us. Don't let them rape me. " She was sobbing so hysterically, she was almost incomprehensible.
"Not you, lady," said the stocky one. "You're too fuckin' old."
"Then who?" asked my father.
"We're gonna fuck your boy here."
"No. No. Please. Rob us. Take something. But leave my boy alone. He's pure. Pure in body and in heart. Please don't touch him." My father pleaded.
"You don't want your boy to suck a cock?"
My father couldn't even answer that question. Just the 'c' word was enough to shock him into silence.
"Well," said the stocky one. "I'll give you a choice. We can fuck him or we can kill him."
My father was silent another minute. Then he made his decision.
"Kill him," said my father.
"No," screamed my mother. I never heard such a scream.
"But after this he'll be contaminated. He'll be a queer," explained my father.
"Don't kill him," blubbered my mother. "He's my baby."
"I guess we fuck him, then," decided the stocky one. My father said nothing. My mother sobbed.
They untied me from the dining room chair, and the three of them started to strip off my clothing. When I was naked, they started to unbutton themselves. There was something so familiar about them. I didn't know why. You couldn't tell what they looked like, with those stocking masks distorting their features. The stocky one was very big and very muscular. He looked so familiar. And that gold hoop earring in his left ear?
Now the shorter skinny one was naked and I noticed two silver piercings through his nipples. Where had I seen that before?
Now the tall skinny one was naked, and I looked down. His right kneecap had a happyface tattooed on it in yellow and red. And I knew. They were the three guys in the tape. The ones who were in prison. How had they gotten out? How had they escaped? And why had they come here? Bo had something to do with this, obviously. My thoughts were cut short, when the stocky one (Al) threw me on the living room couch face up. He straddled my chest, and leaning over, placed his large hard dick against my lips.
"Open your mouth," he said. I really didn't want to suck a cock in front of my parents. I kept my mouth closed. He gave me a fierce crack across my face. I yelped and started to cry. I was really frightened now. When I yelped, his cock gained entrance to my mouth. He pushed forward and straightening his legs, began to seesaw in and out of my mouth. I could feel the knob hit the back of my throat. I choked, but I was pinned under him. I had to take it. I looked over and saw tears dripping down my father's cheeks. His son was a cocksucker.
"Now, I wanna fuck," he said. "Turn over, bitch. Let me see that boypussy."
I turned over. I was glad to get that thick dick out of the back of my throat. Al separated my crack and spit a few gobs onto my sphincter. He pulled my cheeks further apart, until the hole opened a little, and I could feel his mucous running in.
Now his body covered mine, from the back. The cock pushed in, and I just lay there like a lump and let him have his way with me. I couldn't act as if I were enjoying it, now could I?
He smacked the back of my head. "Fuck my dick, bitch. I want to feel your pussy sucking out my cum. Fuck me, bitch. Fuck my dick."
I put my rear into active mode. I was afraid not to.
"That's it. That's better," said Al to me, and also to Chester and Rodney who were standing a foot away, watching with eager eyes. Both were jacking their large dicks lasciviously. Chester twisted my face toward him, and squatted a little, so that Wimpy was at the same level as my mouth."
"Suck it," he ordered. I did. Al was fucking me, and I was sucking Wimpy, Chester's cock. Rodney was still stroking himself.
Al's dick really felt good in my ass now. But not as good as Bo's. Nobody's cock was as good as Bo's.
"You want my load in your pussy, bitch?" asked Al.
I didn't speak.
"Answer me, bitch." He slammed me on the back of my head again. "You want my hot load in your pussy?"
"Yes," I said. "I want your hot load in my pussy." I looked over, and my father's face was slumped on his chest in defeat. He was glassy eyed. My mother was unconscious. She had passed out.
Al started hip-battering my buttcheeks, and I felt his dick swell inside me and shoot his cum into me. "Great ass," he yelled. "Ahh, yeah. Great ass. Nice and wet and sloppy now with my juice."
He got up off me, and made a big show of scooping his fingers into my hole to collect his cum. He brought it over and held it in front of my father. "You know what this stuff is on my fingers? "
My father wouldn't answer.
"It's my hot cum. I just got it out of your son's ass. See my slippery cum." He started rubbing all his fingers together in front of my father's eyes. "Your turn," he said to Chester.
Chester walked over in front of my parents, and waggled his dick before their eyes.
"This is Wimpy," said Chester. "Wimpy's gonna fuck your kid's hot ass. Say hello to Wimpy." He kept waggling his dick an inch in front of my father's eyes.
My father said nothing.
"Say hello to Wimpy, goddamn it," yelled Chester. Rodney walked over and waggled the gun in front of my father's eyes.
"Say hello to Wimpy," ordered Rodney.
"Hello, Wimpy," said my father through clenched teeth.
"I know your hands are tied, so I won't make you shake Wimpy's hand," said Chester. "I ought to make you kiss his cheek, like the French do."
My father grimaced and shook his head energetically. What a horrible thought.
"Okay," laughed Chester. "Never mind. Wimpy'll just fuck your son now.
Chester came back to the couch and got on top of me and slid his dick into my ass.
I had envied Luke on the videotape. Getting those three big rods inside his ass. Well, now it was happening to me. I was getting everything he got. I felt Chester's silver metal nipple piercings scraping against my back, as he hunched his ass into me. Oh, yeah. It felt so good. Really good. I couldn't help but to respond and move my ass around his cock.
"Oh, baby. What a nice loving ass," he said to me, and stuck his tongue into my ear. "We got ourselves a good one, guys," he announced. After a few more minutes of working together, he began to spray my insides with Wimpycream. As soon as he climbed off me, Al reached down and stuck his fingers inside my ass to gather Chester's cum. When he pulled his fingers out, I could feel more juice leaking out of my hole, running down my cheeks, over my balls and onto the sofa.
Al walked over to my father again, flashing his scummy fingers.
"You know what this is?" he asked my father.
No answer.
This is my friend's cum. I just scooped it out of your little boy's asshole. Your son is a faggot man. A fucking queer. Say it. Repeat after me. My son is a faggot. My son is a fucking queer."
No answer.
Al started to run his sticky fingers over my father's face. "Say it," he ordered. "Or I'll have to hurt you."
"My son is a faggot. My son is a fucking queer," said my father tonelessly.
"That's better," said Al. "Now I wanna hear you say, I love my faggot son."
"I love my faggot son," intoned my father dutifully.
"Say it like you mean it," yelled Al.
"I love my faggot son. I love my faggot son," repeated my father endlessly. My mother was now awake and she was crying again. And now my father started to cry, as he kept saying, "I love my faggot son."
"I love my queer gay son," ordered Al.
"I love my queer gay son," said my father.
"You too, lady," screamed Al.
"I love my queer gay son," said my mother immediately. At least she sounded like she meant it.
Now it was Rodney's turn. I remembered that he liked to fuck face to face. He turned me over, just as he had turned Luke over. He crawled between my legs on his plain knee and his happyface knee, and fed his long dick in. He settled down on me, and I had no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him. The couch was very narrow. It wasn't like a bed where you could spread your limbs to the side.
Rodney was making sex noises. "Unnnggghhh. Unnngggg." Etc. Etc.
The sounds, and the feel of his dick in my ass, and his balls against mine were making me so hot. I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I was fucking him back like the slut I was, and as my ass muscles clamped around his hard rod, something happened inside of me, and I felt an itchy burning shooting up my hard cock. I shot my own load up onto his pubic hairs. The clutching of my quivering ass became too much for him, and now a third load of cum (Rodney's, this time) shot into my guts. So wet. So warm. So soothing.
Now Al was untying my father and dragging him over to the couch. He took my father's hand and forced my father's fingers into my slimy running asshole. Now it was my father scooping out the cum. The fingers came out, and Al bent my father's arm so that his hand was right in front of his eyes.
"See that wet shiny stuff. That's mancum. You know were you got that? You got that out of your son's ass. Your queer faggot son has mancum inside him. How do you feel about your son?"
"I love my queer faggot son," my father said dutifully. I'm not sure he even knew what he was saying anymore. It was possible that the shock of the evening had robbed his mind forever.
Al retied my father to the dining room chair. He held the gun on the three of us while Rodney and Chester got dressed. Then he handed the gun to Rodney to cover us while he slipped into his own garments.
"Your boy, here, has a terrific ass on him," Al told my father. "How did you like all that cock in your ass, kid? It was great wasn't it?"
"Yes," I said. I was afraid to tell that man anything else but what he wanted me to say, which was really the truth. Of course, I had loved it. I was a gay man. I loved dick. Even with my parents there, which had been awkward and embarrassing, it had felt wonderful. But when I said 'yes' I saw a despairing look flit across my father's face.
"Now you're gonna need lots more. Lots more cock to keep that hot little ass happy. Won't you boy?" Al pursued.
"Yes," I agreed. "Lots more cock." And suddenly everything became clear. I realized that Al, and Chester, and Rodney had come here for a purpose. To out me to my parents. I could stop suffocating in my closet now. I could say that they had done this to me. They had caused me to be gay. I wasn't to blame. They had made me like cock. They had enlisted me into male/male sex. It wasn't my fault I liked cock. It was all their fault. And I knew that Bo was behind their visit. I owed him a big favor.
"You're always gonna need cock now. You realize that, don't you, kid?" That was Al again.
"Yes," I said, nodding my head. "I'm always gonna need cock now. Thanks to you dirty bastards." I was playing along. Al gave me a little secret smile.
"You wait five minutes after we're gone," he told me. "Then you can untie Ma and Pa over there. But not a second sooner. We don't want anyone to get hurt, do we? You understand me?"
"Yes," I said.
They went out the front door, still in their stocking masks. They closed the door behind them. I sat on the couch, facing my parents. I wasn't going to untie them for five minutes. I was going to follow my instructions to the letter. I knew how dangerous those guys were.
"Honey," said my mother tremulously. "You aren't going to do this anymore, are you?"
"Yes. I have to. You heard what they said. I'm always gonna need it now. You should understand, mother. You know how great it feels to have a penis inside you, right?"
"Yes," my mother painfully admitted. "God forgive me. I do."
"Martha!" snapped my father.
"I can't help it. It's true. Do you want me to lie?"
"Yes," hissed my father.
"There's nothing like it, right?" I pressed my mother.
"No. Nothing like it." She started crying again.
As I started to untie them, I faked a few tears of my own. "You'll never know what I went through here tonight. My life is over. I'll never be the same after this. I'm a queer. A queer forever. They made me a queer for the rest of my life. Oh, my god." I dropped my head onto my father's knees and hugged them. I had just untied his hands, and they were free. He lifted a hand and ran it through my hair. He was comforting me.
"That's okay, son. We love you. Your mother and I love you, no matter what. You'll always be our little boy."
"Yeah, sure," I thought. If I'd come to them and told them I was gay, I would have been out of the house in a flash. How come straight people couldn't believe that someone might just be naturally gay? They either believed that it was an evil godless choice. (Because you were contrary and downright wicked.) Or that a fag converted you. Why, everybody knew that even the sight of a fag could turn a self-respecting straight man homosexual. That's why queers were so dangerous. Queers could make you queer. I figured that under all that straight macho posturing, there must be quite a few suppressed longings struggling to break free.
After that evening, I began driving to Foggstown after dinner every night. My father and mother didn't even ask me where I was going. They were afraid to ask. They didn't want to know. They didn't want to confront whatever I might be up to. Whatever I might be.
I now could find my way easily through the tangled rows of cheap metal housing at the trailer park. I could find my way easily to Bo's place. Night after night. The first time I knocked, he opened the door. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and a beer bottle in his hand. He was wearing a pair of threadbare jockey shorts. I could see his thick soft cock lumping through the tatters.
"Come on in," he invited me. "I thought I might be seeing you one of these days. Did you ever tell your parents you like cock?" he asked me, innocently, but with a sly gleam in his eye.
"No. But I had a visit from three guys who fucked me in front of their eyes. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
"Me?" he asked in surprise. Still playing dumb.
I sat down on the bottom of the bed. He handed me a bottle of cold beer, after pulling the cap off with his teeth.
"It's a funny thing. Those guys were wearing masks, but they kind of reminded me of the three prisoners in that tape of yours."
"But those guys are in the pen," he protested.
"Are they still in the pen?"
"Absolutely. I'm takin' a sacred oath."
"That's so funny. I could have sworn it was them."
"Really?" he seemed very confused. "I'll have to ask around and see if anybody let 'em out for the night. Kind of gave 'em a little vacation, if they promised to come right back."
"Can someone do that?"
"I never heard of it, but who, the hell, knows? The world is a crazy place."
"It sure is," I agreed.
He dropped his torn shorts and climbed back on the creased sheets. He began to play with his lengthening, thickening endowment with one hand, and tickling his balls with the other, while puffing on his cigarette, no hands.
"If I'd a had somethin' to do with all that, you'd kind of owe me a debt of thanks, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I said. I knew what he had in mind.
"Well, let's pretend that you owe me, just for the hell of it. Why don't you get up here and get your hot wet mouth around my big dick."
I crawled up and went down on him. It felt so good in my mouth again. Getting fucked by Al, and Chester, and Rodney had been great. But my parents watching me had been a little distraction. And besides, nobody had a cock like Bo.
When I got it all big, and stiff, and slimy, he started stripping me. He laid me face up on the crumpled linen, and knee-crawled into my ass. He used one hand to aim his hard dick. The long ash from his cigarette dropped off onto my chest, but it didn't burn me.
As he continued puffing, he started to yo-yo in and out of me. It was heaven. It got so good for him too, that he actually stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray near the bed. And as he was fucking me, he began soul-kissing me. I savored his tobacco tasting tongue. It was almost as if we were lovers.
Now that I was out, I wanted to be completely honest. I decided to tell Marcy, and to break up with her. It was the only fair thing to do. I told her I had discovered that I was attracted to men, so it had nothing to do with her, but please not to tell anybody. She still must have felt hurt and rejected, because she told absolutely everybody. School became a total nightmare. I was bullied everywhere I went. They called me names, and started fights, and beat me up constantly. Five guys at a time would attack me. And the professors did nothing. They laughed. They thought it was great that I was getting beat up. I was a disgusting, unholy, perverted thing. I deserved it.
Everything worked out very well, though. When Clearwater College finally expelled me, my father was forced to send me to Harvard. I had very good grades, and I got accepted easily. Especially after I explained to the Admittance Board, how my life had been endangered in my previous school because I was homosexual, and that I needed asylum.
I ran for president of the Gay Students League. And I won. I am now a BMOC. Big Man on Campus. And here, even being a BGMOC—Big Gay Man on Campus is okay. I think my parents are secretly proud of me, though they don't say anything.
When I fly home for vacations, it's good to see my parents. It seems to me that they have mellowed somewhat. But on my first evening home, I always drive over to the trailer park in Foggsville, to get topped by Bo. That is still the single greatest joy in my life. It may always be.
Just before Christmas, I got my mother to teach me to make chocolate brownies. With walnuts. Every good gay man should be able to bake chocolate brownies with walnuts. I bought three beautiful cookie tins, and filled them with the brownies. I Christmas-wrapped them, and attached a little note to each. A Merry Christmas/Thank you note. I drove up to Foggsville State Prison and left one tin each for Al, Rodney, and Chester.
Dear ,
Have a wonderful holiday season, and thank you so much for my fabulous new life out in the open. At last, I am free to be myself. I'm sure no one can appreciate the meaning of freedom more than you. When you get out of jail, please get in touch with me. Bo will know where I am. I would be delighted to get together with you again, for an encore of our fabulous evening together. Yours, sincerely,
And I signed my name and drew a little heart. On Chester's note, I wrote a little something extra, which I thought was cute. "P.S. And don't forget to bring Wimpy."
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"All characters are at least 18 years old."
And so, it came to pass that I gave up my bachelor pad and moved into Joe's house with the girls. I mean what guy could pass up an offer like that? To top it off Joe had paid off our leases and told us to sell off our furniture unless we couldn't live without it.
Not a problem for me and I just kept my clothes. Jan and Kacey kept their dressers, but everything else was sold for some more cash. Our first night was a huge party, and we all got too drunk to fuck, but I wasn't worried about it. From then on I would have all the pussy I wanted, anytime I wanted, and life was good as I staggered to my own room and fell into a deep drunken slumber almost immediately.
As I nursed my hangover the next day at work, I looked around and wondered why I was even working anymore. Now that I was spoiled I didn't want to work unless it involved using my cock in front of a camera. I hoped that the website did well. Then I could retire early and make a living fucking! After all, that is the American dream.
Back at the big house Jan and Kacey were both getting dressed. Jan to go to her new job and Kacey to look for work since she'd quit her fast food gig. Their relationship had changed since they'd done the threesome with Max. Mom and daughter now seemed much closer, and it was almost as if they were best friends instead of parent and child. Kacey had grown up fast thanks to a few movies.
Kacey was standing in her panties and putting on her bra, in the big walk-in closet when Jan came in.
"Hi," Jan said and went to the rack of her clothes and looked for her business suit.
"Hey mom," Kacey replied, "It's too bad we have to work."
Jan pulled out her suit, "Just because we get to live here doesn't mean we can't pitch in."
"True."
Jan was in her pantyhose as she pulled up her skirt and tucked in her blouse. "Maybe someday we won't have to work."
"I wouldn't mind just making movies," Kacey grinned, "That doesn't seem like work to me."
Jan laughed, "No, I have to admit that would be a great full-time job."
"Yeah, getting paid to enjoy sex," Kacey laughed, "That's a win-win in my book."
Jan was done except for her shoes in one hand, "Well until we make it rich. Let's do the best we can."
"Sure mom," Kacey replied, "But if I have to choose between fast food and sex..."
Jan smiled, "Not really any contest is there?"
"No!"
"See you later I need to run," Jan said, "Good luck!"
"I'll need it."
Jan stopped and kissed her beautiful daughter on the lips, "See you tonight."
"Bye mom," Kacey replied and finished getting dressed.
It turned out that Joe had been keeping a surprise from us. She had let the website go live without telling me almost from the start.
I didn't mind, especially when she broke the news to us and handed out the profit checks. We'd done very well, and people were signing up, and also profits were coming in from some pay-per-view accounts Joe had set up with hotels all over Europe. It seems that sex is the universal language, and taboo was in wide demand...thanks to my idea.
We all seemed to settle into our separate routines reasonably quickly. Evening meals were taken together, and Joe had become part of our little family. We hadn't done any new films, but the profits were still rising. I attribute that to getting into the incest filming before anyone else had done it. For the time being, we had a corner on the market, and we intended to keep it rolling for as long as we could.
We'd decided we needed to do some recruiting to match some of the scene idea's we were coming up with. Plus, Joe had told me I couldn't do it all by myself. I didn't want anyone else getting in on my harem, but I realized that if I wanted to make a big pile of cash, I'd have to give in. I just wasn't sure about how to recruit some new actors without getting into trouble.
A week later part of that problem fixed itself. None of us were expecting what happened next.
We were sitting around the table finishing off a pizza with a few beers and talking ideas for some new films or maybe even a series of some kind when the doorbell rang.
I said I'd get it thinking it was a package delivery. But man was I shocked when standing there all tan was my dad!
"Hey Son." He said.
"Dad?"
"Anyone else calling you son lately?" He replied.
"Damn I thought you were dead!" I told him.
"Not yet," he said as we shook hands, "You going to leave me standing out here all night?"
"Oh yeah," I told him, "Come on in, Jan and Kacey are here."
"Really? Been a long time since I've seen them."
"Its been a long time since anyone has seen or heard from you."
"Yeah, well I've been busy."
I led him to the kitchen, and the girls looked up at the stranger.
Jan was first to react and jumped up and gave him a hug.
"Dad!"
"That's me."
Kacey went next for a hug, "Hey Gramps!"
I introduced Joe, and they shook hands.
"Come on and sit down," Joe told him, "You want some pizza?"
"No Ma'am, but a beer Shure would taste good."
Joe grabbed him a beer from the icebox as he sat down and took off his fedora. I was still amazed to see him. It had been almost two years since my mom, and he had called it quits. Then he'd just sort of disappeared. No phone calls, letters, or anything.
My dad looked 10 years younger than 62 and was still in good shape from what I could tell. His mustache and hair had some grey mixed in, but his eyes were still bright, and his mind was working fine.
"So, what have you been doing the last 2 years?" Kacey asked her gramps.
"Been traveling around here and there...and everywhere I guess."
"So, tell us all about it," Jan replied excitedly.
Now our dad always could tell stories, right up to the edge of not believing them. The next hour was spent listening and laughing at his commentary while polishing off several beers. Dad could out drink any of us including Jan which is hard to believe.
My dad had all of us laughing about how he fought off a rabid squirrel that attacked him on a golf course in Florida. He said the critter stole his ball off the green and when he chased it down it turned on him, and he had to fend it off with a golf club until help arrived. I guess you would have had to be there to witness his pantomiming and storytelling, but it was hilarious!
When we all settled down again, dad looked down at the table for a moment, then looked up and hit us with another bomb.
"So, tell me who is the brains behind Max Porn Inc.?"
Kacey sprayed beer all over the table from her mouth and began to choke. Jan turned white, and Joe's eyes got big, but she didn't lose her cool.
Dad laughed, "I guess that answers my question." Looking over at Joe.
Joe didn't answer and looked over at me as Kacey grabbed a washcloth and wiped up the beer mess.
Dad turned and looked over at me, "Fess up Max, I saw all of the movies."
"Jesus!" Kacey said and ran to the sink like she was going to throw up.
Jan put her elbow on the table and covered her eyes with her hand as she turned red.
Joe just watched wondering what was going to happen. Now I never had much luck lying to the old man, so I just went with the truth. I mean if he'd seen the movies then there wasn't much I could say to deny it.
"It was my idea," I told him, "Joe is the business brains."
"Not surprising," He replied, "I bet she is as smart as she is good looking."
I noticed Joe blush a little bit at that comment, but she kept her mouth shut.
"So, how did you see the movies?" I asked him since he didn't appear to be mad about it.
"Saw them in London one night on pay-per-view in my hotel room. I was intrigued by the name Max Porn. Imagine my surprise when I recognized everyone but Joe."
"I bet that was a bit of a surprise," I told him not knowing what else to say.
"You did a good job keeping them in Europe, but people do travel. Somebody was bound to see them sooner or later."
Kacey got a fresh beer and sat back down at the table. Jan was looking up again but still red.
"I tracked you down through the fake company name that own's the website," Dad told us, "With a little work I tracked Josephine to this address. You never asked me how I found out where you lived at now."
"I should have thought of that." Joe said at last, "We need to fix that right away."
"Not everybody will go through all the trouble to find you like me," Dad replied, "But I can give you a few ideas on how to better cover your tracks."
"Sorry dad," Jan let out, "Nobody was ever supposed to know about this. We did it because we needed the money."
"Hey, your all adults," he replied, "I'd have been crazy pissed off 25 years ago, but these days I have a bigger view of the world."
"You're not going to throw a fit?" Jan asked, looking afraid.
"Nope, but I will tell you what I want."
Everybody looked at him now, "What's that?" I asked.
"Who do I see for an audition?"
Joe smiled, and Kacey laughed out loud. Even Jan had a smirk on her face.
Dad stood up and grabbed his crotch, "Do you want to see my credentials?"
My dad always had enjoyed shocking his friends and family with his stunts. This time was a bit close to home, but it was still funny.
Joe laughed, "God I love this family!"
"Yeah, they have been loving you too!" Dad told her and sat back down.
I think Kacey and Jan were the most shocked. They'd never seen this side of dad before. I'd seen a bit of it growing up when all his friends were around and talking guy talk about women.
I still wasn't sure that dad was being honest or just playing us.
"You really watched all the movies?" I asked him.
Dad smiled, "Several times, made me horny as a Billy Goat. I think you got a gold mine here."
All the girls laughed this time, and the ice had been broken.
"I do have a script I've been working on that needs an older man," Joe said to me.
I wasn't sure what to do, but I told him, "Let us talk about it and give you an answer."
"Fair enough," Dad replied, "I'm staying at the Hilton." And he passed me a card with his room number scratched on it in pencil.
"Well I guess I should get back," Dad said getting up, "I'll let you board of directors talk about it."
We bid him goodnight and told him to come back over tomorrow night for dinner with us.
After dad left, we all looked at each other.
"Well?" Joe said at last, "What do you think."
"I don't know what to think right now," Jan replied, "I'm still in shock."
"Yeah," Kacey added, "I thought I was going to die when he mentioned the movies!"
I was still thinking about it. My dad wasn't always what he seemed. I thought he was being truthful and he sure could have been mad when he found out what I'd been doing...well what we all had been doing.
"So, what's this idea you had?" I asked Joe.
Joe outlined the scene that would be about a grandpa and granddaughter. I thought it would be hot if Kacey would go along with it. I mean Jan and Joe wouldn't be the right age to make it seem real.
Jan liked it as well, but Kacey wasn't saying anything.
"I don't know if I can do it?" Kacey said at last,"It seems kind of weird, not to mention he's my grandpa!"
"Hey you don't have to we can always get Amy," I told Kacey.
"Okay, now that we have that figured that out I'll negotiate a price with Max Senior if the film comes out okay," Joe said.
"Sure Joe," I told her.
"Wait!" Kacey said, "I want that money, don't give it to Amy...I want to do it.
"You sure?" Jan asked.
"Yeah mom, but don't blame me if he can't get it up."
We all had a good laugh, Kacey was something else!
It seemed kind of funny to me that my dad had named me after himself. Especially considering what sort of new business we were probably going to be partners in.
While Jan and I were at work the next day, Joe got in touch with Max Sr.
Joe used her idea and filmed that afternoon with Kacey playing the part of the granddaughter, which in actuality she was. But as far as anyone else who watched the film knew she was "Maddie Mae" in the credits.
Everyone was in good spirits for our family dinner. Dad seemed particularly happy, and Kacey looked back to her bubbly sarcastic self.
"So, you made a new film I hear," I asked Kacey.
"Yep, and it's going to make a fortune!"
"I bet it will, when can I see it?"
"I'm almost done with the edits," Joe replied, "You can watch it tonight."
"I want to see it too," Jan added.
"I thought I did pretty well for my first time," Max Sr. grinned and then took a bite of steak.
"I'll be the judge of that," Jan laughed, "Kacey was worried you wouldn't be able to get it up."
"MOM!"
Everyone laughed at the look on my dad's face.
"The day that happens I'll just shoot myself!" Max Sr. replied.
I noticed the way Joe had been looking at my dad, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. I thought maybe she had a thing for my dad. If she did that was fine with me. The horny old goat needed someone to tie him down again.
After dinner was over, we all helped clean up the kitchen. I wasn't a bit surprised when Joe said she was going back to dad's hotel to negotiate a contract with him. I just smiled and wished them well. I had a pretty good idea that Joe had a private audition in mind with my dad.
Kacey left soon after saying she was going to a high school friends party and see if she might recruit another girl for the team. I was all for that and told her to find a girl at least as hot as she was.
That made her smile, and she gave me a kiss on the lips that made me want to strip her naked and fuck her right there in front of her mom. After she went out the door, Jan just winked at me.
"Kacey might try to play it off, but I can tell she's in love with you," Jan told me.
"I'm in love with both of you."
Jan laughed out loud, "You're in love with whoever is willing to give you some pussy!"
"You might have a point there," I told her.
"Max, I'm dying to see that movie."
"Me too," And I told her to grab some beer and let's go watch it.
We ended up in the living room. Might as well watch it on the big screen. I popped in the DVD that Joe gave me.
Dirty Grampa, was a simple enough title as it opened.
It started out with a knock on the door, and my dad answered it. Kacey was looking young and beautiful.
"Hi, Maddie, what brings you here?"
"I wanted to ask you a favor," Kacey asked looking sheepish.
"Sure, come on in."
Kacey had on a tight-fitting blue T-shirt and dark blue shorts with sneakers. She looked like a high school girl, and I guess she had been a few months ago before she'd graduated.
They'd filmed it in the house, and Max Sr. had her sit on the sofa. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with bold colors and loose shorts and flip-flops.
"So, tell me what's this favor you need?"
Kacey looked afraid and embarrassed at the same time.
"We are having a big party tomorrow night, and we can't find anyone to buy the booze for us," Kacey said, "I was wondering if you would do that for me?"
Max Sr. looked thoughtful, "I don't know...if someone gets caught and tells who bought it, I'd be in big trouble with the law.
"Please! I already collected the money and a list." Pulling out a handful of bills and a little piece of paper that I supposed was the list.
"I don't know," Sr. replied, "Let's have a beer, and I'll think about it."
"Okay," Kacey replied her face brightening up as they went to the kitchen.
It wasn't rocket science, but then you have to remember it was a porn movie and most people who watched it wanted the sex with a semi-believable story. I was good with the lead in, and the plot for the most part and Kacey looked young and vulnerable.
They sat at the table and Kacey downed her beer pretty quickly. So, did Sr. as they talked about her upcoming graduation and some other stuff.
Finally, Sr. looked her over and said, "Remember that time I asked you to let me take some photos of you?"
"Yeah," Kacey said, looking like it was a bad memory.
"You let me take some pictures, and I'll think about it."
"You're my grandpa, taking nude photos of me is pretty sick."
"I'm also a man that thinks you are the sexiest woman he's ever seen.
Kacey seemed to be thinking about it as she picked up her empty beer can, "If I have a few more beers I might do it."
"No, problem," Sr. told her, "Maybe a shot of Sloe gin will help?"
"What's that?"
Sr. got the bottle out of a cupboard with two shot glasses.
"Sort of cherry flavored liquor," He told her putting the shot glasses on the table and got two more beers while Kacey read the label and opened the bottle and smelled it.
"It smells good."
Sr. poured the shot glasses full and handed one to her, "Down the hatch."
Kacey sniffed it and then tossed it back making a face as it burned down her throat.
Sr. put his empty shot glass down and looked at her, "How was it."
"Good can I have another?"
"Sure."
They had a few more shots between sips of beers, and you could tell it was making Kacey a bit drunk. Or at least she was acting the part really well. Since she was like Jan, I suspected she could drink more than she let on.
"You still want me to buy that booze?" Sr. asked her.
"Yeah, will you do it?"
"I will if you do something for me."
"Okay, I guess."
The scene next cut to the bedroom. Kacey was leaning back against a stack of pillows on the headboard of Joe's king size bed.
"Take your shirt off." Sr. told her as he had a small digital camera in his hand.
Kacey looked reluctant but pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.
"The bra."
Kacey looked disgusted but took it off and laid back showing off her nice teen tits. Sr. took some photos and told her to smile not frown.
He walked over and touched her nipple.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"I want those nice nipples to be hard and teased it again with the tip of his finger.
"You're really sick," Kacey looked away but let Sr. tease both of her nipples into hard points before he took a few more photos after giving both of her boobs a couple of squeezes.
"Take those shorts off for me."
Kacey frowned but pulled them down and struggled a bit to get them over her sneakers. She flopped back against the pillows with just bright pink panties and sneakers on.
"Happy now?" She snipped, lifting one knee up and showing a nice crotch shot of her little camel toe between her legs.
"Perfect," Sr. smiled and took some pics of her.
"Take those panties off and show me your little pussy."
"God, I need another shot," Kacey complained.
"I'll bring you one while you pull them off."
Kacey pulled her panties off still leaving her sneakers on, and Sr. showed back up and handed her the bottle. Kacey took a big pull of the gin and leaned back smiling a bit more.
"That tastes so good!" She laughed, "I'm going to have to add that to my list.
She seemed to have forgotten her grandpa was taking photos of her crotch. She just smiled and posed as he wanted.
Either Kacey was really drunk or a great actor as she giggled and rubbed her pussy while Sr. took some pictures. Probably a little of both I thought but it was great stuff, and Jan sat right next to me watching intently like me.
Sr. got her to move over to the side of the bed flat on her back with her legs hanging down from her knees over the edge. Senior pushed her legs wide apart as Kacey giggled as he took some close-ups of her little twat.
Sr. put his hand on her bare skin and started to rub her clit with his thumb.
"What are you doing?" Kacey laughed and sat partway up to look.
"Giving your little pussy a massage," Sr. replied, rubbing her little clit faster.
"Oh GOD!" Kacey moaned and flopped back down, "You never said anything about touching."
"Want some more sloe gin to change your mind?" Sr. asked.
"Sure."
Kacey took a big swig and flopped back down as Sr. got her started rubbing her pussy and then moved down to kiss it.
Sr. went to town eating her little pussy as Kacey moaned and let him. Holding her boobs and grinding her hips on his mouth when she came. Having fucked her before I could tell it was the real thing, not something for the cameras.
Sr. pulled off his clothes really quickly as Kacey slowly recovered from her orgasm. Sr. pulled her up sitting on the side and put her hand on his big stiff cock.
"I thought you wanted to take pictures," Kacey asked but held his large dick and stroked it a bit.
"I do," Sr. told her," I want some pictures of you sucking it."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Kacey told him just before she took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
"I told you his cock was as big as yours," Jan said, and lightly backhanded my arm.
For the most part, I forgot it was my dad as the camera didn't film his face too much. I just enjoyed watching Kacey sucking the hell out of his cock. She looked to be enjoying it as much as Sr. did.
I mentioned to Jan, "She really is a good actress."
"It's not acting when it really is your grandpa or brother." Jan smiled and grabbed my bulging crotch.
"Yeah, I guess not."
Kacey stopped and looked full of lust when she looked up at Sr. "Are you going to fuck me, grandpa?"
Sr. didn't say anything and pushed her flat on her back. A close up of the tip of his cock rubbing between her wet folds before he pushed it in.
"AH, Ooooohh AAhhhhhhhh!" Kacey groaned loudly as Sr. pushed his dick half-up her little twat.
"You got a tight little pussy!" he grunted and began to fuck her slowly at first as Kacey yelled and acted like it was too big for her.
I knew Kacey could take mine without any problems and had to give her credit for making the film even better.
Sr. gave Kacey a good hard fucking for 5 or 6 minutes before he shot his load. Kacey was moaning the whole time and cumming with him at the end. Her orgasm looked for real as she ground her pussy against his body while he came in her.
When it was over, he pulled out, and a little stream of cum leaked out as he wiped his creamy cock all over her pussy. Then Sr. took some pictures of her fresh fucked pussy before he went off camera. Kacey laid there a while and rubbed his cum leaking out and giggled and shivered as she wiped it up her slit to her clit.
Kacey sat up, at last, looking drunk and well fucked with her face pink. Her nipples still hard as diamonds when Sr. came back in.
Kacey stood up in just her sneakers, "You better buy me that booze now."
"I will," he told her and came over and gave her a kiss on the lips that left her looking dazed.
"I need a nap after that," Kacey said.
"I called your mom and told her you had a flat tire, and you'd stay here tonight until I get it fixed."
"Oh good," Kacey replied and kicked off her sneakers and crawled back up on the bed.
Sr. covered her with a blanket, he kissed her forehead as she snuggled into the quilt.
"Sleep tight," He told her, "When you wake up I'm going to fuck you again."
"Okay, grandpa."
The End.
I clicked it off and asked Jan, "What did you think?:
Jan looked at me with that look, "I thought it was hot!"
"Me too, I guess dad is going to be our new partner."
I could see Jan wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples showed through her shirt. I also felt ramped up after watching my niece get fucked by my dad of all people.
Jan put her hand on my bulging crotch again.
"We got the whole place to ourselves," Jan grinned, "I might just rape you."
My sister was hot from watching a movie of our dad fucking her own daughter. The fact is I was too, and maybe all of us were mentally ill. I wasn't sure, but I knew if I found a woman like my sister I'd marry her in a second.
The next thing I knew Jan was pulling my pants down to get to my cock. I let her, and sat back and enjoyed it while she sucked my cock to the point I had to fuck her!
Jan pulled her shirt and shorts off and straddled my lap. Putting my cock between her legs and sitting all the way down on it with her tits in my face. Her pussy was really wet and hot as she began to hump and kiss me at the same time.
I have to say there is something special about fucking your sister that's hard to explain. The wrongness of it just turns you on even more than usual. Apparently, Jan felt the same as she came in just a few minutes with a loud yell.
Her breath was still coming hard when she told me, "I want you to fuck me up the ass."
Jan got off me and got on all fours on the carpet. My cock was slippery with her juicy cum, and it slid up her tight anus without many problems. Fuck that tight ring felt good around my cock!
I was hot and fucked my sister just as hard as I could. And she gave back just as much as I gave her. We ended up knocking over the coffee table but didn't care. When I came in her at last, I thought my brain would explode from the orgasm. Jan loved it and moaned with pleasure as I shot a huge load up her rear and squeezed the hell out of her beautiful tits.
After a much-needed shower, we crawled into her bed together and fell asleep.
I thought it was too bad the cameras missed it. It would have made a great film the way we went at it.
The next morning Jan, Kacey, and I had breakfast together before we left for work. Joe hadn't made it home from Max Senior's hotel. Not surprising if my dad was anything like me when it came to bedding the women. Joe had started to embrace her love of sex as well thanks to my movie scheme.
"We watched your film last night," Jan said to Kacey.
Kacey turned red, "What did you think?"
"Fantastic!" I butted in, "Got me hard."
"It sure did," Jan laughed.
Kacey looked at both of us, "Sorry I missed the fun, the party was a waste of time for the most part."
"Did you see any hot girls that need some money?" I asked.
"Yeah, a couple but they were too snooty, so I didn't bother."
"Too bad," Jan laughed, "They don't know what they are missing."
"I like keeping it in the family," Kacey grinned, "the money that is."
Honestly, at times like this, I wondered how this all happened? My sister, niece, and now my dad all cool with fucking each other? Putting it on film and making money doing it. I figured we were all defective in some way or else the lure of easy money mixed with sex was just the drug that made it possible. I thought that someday I'd have to write a book about it. Call it "The Perves" or something like that.
When I got home that night from work, Joe and Max Sr. were there and in good spirits. Same with Kacey and Jan. It was like I was late for a party with all the empty beer bottles on the kitchen table.
"Hey son," Dad said waving a beer bottle around, "How was work?"
"Not as much fun as Y'all are having."
"Drink up we are celebrating!"
"What?"
"I'm your new partner, that's what," Dad told me, "I want a name change like Max² Porn Inc."
"Max squared," Joe smiled, "I like that!"
"See," he told me pointing at Joe, "She knows a good thing."
"Let me think about it."
"Sure, sure...I got lots of ideas."
"I'm sure you do dad."
Being the only sober one in the house, I set out to get caught up by downing beers.
About 8PM I was feeling no pain, and that's when Joe announced we were about to do a new film her and Senior thought up.
I didn't argue, "Hell I was almost toasted to a crackly crunch by then. If someone needed a good fucking, I was game for it.
It seemed easy enough for me when Joe laid out the idea. My part would be simple, Jan's not so much. I was sure she could handle it as she had done me the night before.
Kacey and Joe handled the video cameras, and we got started making another porn adventure. All of us happy drunks were ready to put our debauchery down for the paying customers.
The scene opens with Jan who is my wife guiding me inside the house. I'm staggering drunk which is only a few beers from the truth. My dad is my dad in this movie, and Jan's father-in-law who took us out on the town for dinner and drinks.
I pass out on the bed, and that's the end of my part. Jan takes a shower and puts on a nice fluffy terry cloth robe I stole from a hotel and nothing else. Senior is sitting on the sofa watching a basketball game and still drinking beer.
The rest unfolds like this:
Jan looks pissed and comes out and plops down on the sofa next to Max Sr. with a beer. Her robe is loose and shows some nice looking cleavage as she sits back and looks at the TV with a disgusted look on her face.
Senior looks at her, "What happened to Junior?"
"He passed out dead drunk."
"That sucks," Max Sr. tells her, "I need to have a talk with that boy."
"About what?"
"He needs to take care of his beautiful wife no matter how drunk he is."
"Yeah, good luck with that."
"I thought you two would be making a lot of noise by now." My dad grinned at Jan.
"I wish."
"Maybe I could fill in for him," Sr. said, "Be his stunt double since he's down and out."
Jan smiled at him, "What are you saying exactly?"
"I'm saying my son should take care of business with his hot wife."
"You think you could keep up with me?" Jan asked.
"Try me and find out," Sr. replied, "What have you got to lose?"
"True," Jan grinned, "Maybe it would teach him a lesson."
"Only one way to find out gorgeous."
My dad slid over next to her and put his hand inside her robe. Filling his hand with her warm boob.
They kissed as he began to fondle her boobs and raise her nipples into hard points.
"That feels good Max," Jan told him.
"Just call me dad," Max Sr. told her and pulled the top of her robe open and exposed her bare tits. He bent over and started sucking her delicious hard nipples.
His hand went between her legs and began to massage her pussy. Jan was starting to get into it and kissed him hard and long as he teased her wet pussy. I knew my dad was for real because Jan was his real daughter. In the same situation, I wouldn't have to act either!
Soon he was ripping off her robe and pushing her knees apart. Putting his face in her crotch and licking her pussy as she moaned.
"You're making me crazy!" Jan hissed, "You better fuck me or get out of my house!"
Sr. ripped her robe open all the way and held her tits with both hands as he penetrated her wet cunt.
"OH GOD!" Jan groaned as her dad's big hard dick slid all the way up inside her.
"That feels so good," Jan groaned, "Fuck me, dad...Oh, Yesssss! fuck me."
"Daddy will fuck you anytime you want." Sr. said and began to pound his cock into her wet heaven.
"Oh my GOD!" Jan groaned, "Give it to me!"
With a lot of screaming and moaning my dad fucked my sister as we filmed it. It ended up as you'd expect with her pussy full of hot cum. Both of them clutching each other as they shared a mutual orgasm.
Watching this left me horny as fuck and Kacey had that look in her eyes. We were not needed, and I took her hand and led her to my room. My niece was excited as well and knew I wanted to fuck her as much as she needed me at that moment. The movie was the last things in our minds as I pushed my dick up inside of her tight little teenage cunt.
We fucked until I shot my load sooner than I wanted. Shit, it was good, and we fell asleep together with my dick still inside my sexy niece.
I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but right then, I was happy with my cock safe and sound inside of Kacey's hot pussy. Life was better than good!
I found out the next day about the new movie ideas my dad and Joe had come up with. I had to admit I liked them...I loved them very much!
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Text: I took a few breaths, readying myself before I inhaled as hard as I could.Immediately my breasts surged outward, rapidly reaching, then exceeding beach ball size. My backside was next to grow, rounding out and rising up to bench-filling sizes. My thighs and shins thickened, stretching my jeans, before my belly bulged out so large that I couldn't reach around it with both hands. Finally the air touched my shoulders, rounding out my arms. From there my limbs grew thicker and my body rounder, at first spreading them out, then drawing them in as the rest of me grew out, leaving me as a round balloon woman with two low hemispheres up front where my breasts were and shallow mounds with dimpled ends for my hands and feet.Unable to become rounder, I became bigger. My beltline widened and my head rose higher, feet going by in seconds. First I grew taller than the amazed onlookers in the park, then a moment later the tops of the lamps were at eye level. I drew in more air, rising up to the tops of nearby trees, then exceeding them. My skin creaked as it stretched and bulged, clothing pulled taut across my form as I reached the scale of hot air balloons.But I wanted more.Further and further I grew, my line of sight looking down on rooftops before they disappeared over the horizon of my body. I counted off stories of buildings, the entire park covered by my shadow. When I had passed twenty stories I felt the curve of my underside leave the ground, my body floating in the air like the balloon it was. I flapped my hands and feet, the gesture done without thinking as I willed my body to turn to face the city proper. Slowly I rotated, seeing the skyscrapers nearby, and the single building towering over all of them. By now I had to have been as much across and high as a football field, packed with air.But I wanted more.I paused for a bit before redoubling my efforts to grow, my body rewarding me by swelling even further. I watched as my horizon grew more distant, my belly impossibly bloated, stretching and *stretching*. City blocks were gradually being engulfed by darkness, the people on the streets looking up to see me, hundreds of feet across and still growing, round and full but still unmistakably human thanks to my crop top and jeans, still holding on. The skyscraper was larger than me, but I could still grow, and I watched, ever more eager, as I outgrew even that.I had done it. With a beltline in the miles, I had become the biggest thing in the city.But I wanted more.The larger I grew, the faster I swelled. The faster I swelled, the larger I grew. My body creaked and groaned, and I could feel every inch of my skin as it stretched and pulled, the feeling pure bliss. Flapping my hands and feet again I rotated my body downward, turning while I still grew, eventually pointing downward. I was still over the city, a few hundred feet in the air, and positioned perfectly to see my silhouette against the ground. By now I was practically forcing a hurricane down my throat, and I watched as more and more space fell into darkness. I was miles in diameter, and impossible to ignore, everything taut and full yet still with room to grow.So I grew. And grew, and grew. It's not my fault I like being the center of attention.
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Birdsong
(c)2003 Toumal
Redistribution is ALLOWED for non-commercial purposes, as long as this disclaimer and copyright information is also redistributed unaltered along with the story.
This story should not be read by readers under the age of 18 years. You have been warned.
NOTICE : Blackbirds (Turdus merula), like other avians, usually don't have "regular" genitals. In my story however, the characters are quite antropomorphised in that regard. This is not inaccuracy, but just my preference ;)
Early spring. Mating season. These words themselves meant little to the abundance of little feathered beings populating the big garden. The sun, the green of the trees, the flowers and the rich supplies of food were much stronger than those words. They meant life, pulsating and strong. And those strong cues meant that everyone took part in the great game, the game where everything was allowed: Love. As they speeded through bushes and around treetrunks, past fences corners at breakneck speed, the little birds always felt protected. They knew that a great spirit lived amongst them, a guardian who took care of them. Though this guardian was immensely powerful, no bird knew exactly who or where he was. He only appeared in times of great need, or when provoked. What they did not know, however, was that he indeed lived among them, as one of them.
The garden was of the old, well-kept kind; the grass looked healthy and still glittering with small drops of water from the past night. The morning sun promised a warm day, one of the first dozen this year. The old trees were full of green leaves, their age apparently not yet having lessened their health. It was also a huge garden, with many secluded spots and silent alcoves formed by dense vegetation that made up barriers of privacy throughout the vast grassy areal. Colorful flowers blossomed in isles here and there, adding vibrant colors to the lovely scene of this quiet paradise. Between two thick bushes, two blackbirds pranced around each other. The black one was magnificently built, apparently in the prime of his life, trying to seduce a lovely-looking brown female. She was more than willing to stay with him, just prolonging the ritual for modesty's sake. She was his, and they both knew it. They pranced and danced around each other, teasing and tainting, oblivious to their surroundings. Finally, she stood silently, waiting for his move. He spread his wings, approached her, crouched to jump and -- was blown away by a surge of air that struck them both from the side. She shrieked and scrambled, darting away and into the sky with a dash, immediately followed by 3 other males. Short stubs of grass rained down on the unlucky blackbird in the bush as he looked after the big lawnmower that had just interrupted his mating. It was one of those four-wheeled machines, with a human sitting on it as it blasted cut grass out on the right side of it's cutting mechanism. A normal bird would just have shouted his protest and escaped. But this one was different. He wasn't just angry, he was in fact able to express his anger - and he was also planning to do so. With a whoosh he took off and sped after the machine. Turning in a daring maneuver he came to a quick halt a few meters away from the lawnmower - exactly in it's path. He was going to have his revenge now, he thought as his eyes started glow in an unnatural yellow.
The human driving the lawnmower was actually just 18 years old, and gasped as the engine grinded to a sudden halt, the machine stopping as if he had just hit a wall, his own inertia throwing him against the steering wheel. Dizzy and confused, he thought that he might've hit a large half-buried stone or something. Just as he lifted his face from the steering wheel again a taloned hand suddenly gripped his neck, pulled him out of the seat and threw him onto the grass. Eyes wide open in shock, the young man looked at the creature standing in front of him - and gasped. Powerful bird-like taloned feet led to muscular legs of a almost human stature. Strong wings were folded at the back of the black avian that was peering down at the human with angry, yellow eyes, a set of arms crossed over it's chest in a very human-like gesture. A silence formed like a wall between them - but was scattered moments later by the monstrous blackbird.
"You just did something very rude."
Just as the bird thought that eyes couldn't open any wider, the boy's did - much to the guardian's amusement.
"Oh yes, I can talk. I can talk like a human, walk like a human, think like a human, and..." he added, closing the distance by a single step and peering down intensively at the scared boy, "... be angry like a human"
"Who.. wha..." the lad stuttered, looking around frantically as if searching for help.
"We're all alone out here. This garden is very big... and noone's around to disturb me from teaching you a lesson, my boy."
"Y- you... a.. lesson?"
"Do you have any idea how long I was looking for a mate? She's gone now. You scared her away with your.. machine.."
That said, the tall blackbird shot an angry stare at the lawnmower, which immediately turned completely to gray before dissolving in fine ash-like dust. The human swallowed hard.
"Please.. please let me go! I didn't-"
"Oh I will let you go..."
A fearful glimmer of hope lit up in the human's eyes.
"...though not as you are now."
Another swallow. The bird spirit chuckled at the reaction. He didn't actually hate the humans, just some of their manners. The boy suddenly turned and tried to get on his feet, which did get him as far as two meters before the avian was upon him. Taloned fingers ripped his clothes, shredding the fabric open in a flash. Hands and wings wrapped around him as he tripped and landed on the grass the second time today. The heavy feathered body rubbed against the smooth skin of the youth's back where the t-shirt was torn to shreds. A pointed beak scratched on his neck, drawing blood. The lad started to sob.
"Don't kill me... please.. i beg you.."
"I won't kill you, you silly thing. But - your old life will end, and your new one will begin."
The spirit held the human securely in his arms and watched as the change happened. Feathers sprouted from the white skin, hands and feet turning yellow and growing claws. A mouth opened to a scream that was never heard, as the human face stretched and twisted. His neck was becoming thicker, feathers coming out of every pore of his skin, covering all of his body. A crack and a gasp later, wings began to push their way out of his back, forcing the bird spirit to release his grip on the once-human to allow them to spread. Carefully, the guardian of the birds ripped away the last shreds of cloth where it threatened to hinder the transformation. The next breath the boy took was inhaled though a yellow beak, a shudder running through his now-unhuman body as soft feathers appeared at his crotch and on his balls, his human boyhood swelling one last time in it's original form before growing even larger, parts of it turning to a sheath-like hide.
He lay there on his stomach and panting, eyes closed, still hoping that this was all just a mad dream.
"Turn around"
The words shocked him out of that hope. A hand grabbed his shoulder and he slowly turned around, keeping his wings instinctively pressed against his back. The first blackbird lay down on his stomach, forcing air out of his lungs as he was unprepared for his weight, blunt talons running through the newly-formed feathers. That monstrous bird was looming over him, he could smell his breath mixed with the intense aroma of newly cut grass...
"Mmmm... you look lovely.." it said.
"I.. WHAT?"
The smile was not just a friendly one. It was... a lustful smile.
"Oh yes, my boy... look for yourself"
Suddenly, he noticed the yellow beak in his vision, his beak. Looking down on his own body, twitching his wings tentatively, he slowly realized what had happened to him.
"Oh no... no no no no... Don't tell me-"
"-that you're part bird now? Yes."
He shook his avian head in disbelief, making the spirit chuckle again.
"Oh shit... oh SHIT! What.. what if my parents see me like this? What if..."
Realisation struck him.
"I'm naked! What if someone comes by and.."
"Shhhhhh..."
A talon on his beak silenced him for the moment.
"Nobody will come here. We're all alone, and I promise nobody will disturb us while I.. teach you your lesson..."
"What the fuck are you, and what did I ever do to be.. humiliated like this??"
"Oh..." the powerful spirit chuckled, "...you're a feisty one! Well, I'm a guardian for the birds. I watch over them like children, care for their needs and keep them safe. And I live among them most of the time."
"I.. oh shit... oh shit, that's just too weird."
"Why? Because you don't believe what you don't see with your eyes?"
Anger welled up in the human's chest as he slowly got to realize the radical change that had been forced upon him. His taloned hands clenched to fists, beating against the spirit repeatedly with increasing force.
"Why didn't you attack the others mowing the lawn here? WHY ME?? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!?"
The Spirit sat up on his knees, keeping the former human trapped securely as he stretched his wings. A thunder stopped the anger of the boy in a single moment. Deep black clouds suddenly hung in the sky, and the sunlight was gone. The black outline of the spirit that hung over him like a shadow lit up with a flash, fierce white flames lapping from his skin as incredibly bright rays of light emanated from his whole body. His feathers glowed in intense white in what was in fact just a small display of his true powers. And during all of this, he was still sitting on his captive, staring directly into his eyes. A deep voice thundered from all around them:
"I could have killed you on the spot, if I had desired so. I do what I see fit. Your life is at my mercy."
In an eyeblink, the light was gone from the spirit's form, and the sun shone it's golden rays through the trees as if nothing had happened.
He looked at him, and realized that he had probably scared him to death. There he was, lying on the grass with eyes clenched shut, clawed hands crossed over his face in the typical protective gesture common to so many mortal beings. The spirit actually felt sorry for him, which surprised himself. Did he react to harsh? Maybe he'd let his lust control his actions too much. Maybe he should not have intruded this one's life... But then again, he was a guardian, and he could not show weakness or indecisiveness - though he felt a pang of guilt that urged him to at least try to ease the pain he had no doubt caused.
The hands he pushed aside were weak, the eyes still clenched shut as he combed his somewhat-blunt talons through this one's head-feathers reassuringly.
"You wanted to know why I had no quarrel with the old man who usually works here?"
One eye blinked open, but the left decided to stay shut, just in case. The powerful spirit could not help but smile at how cute this looked to him.
"He used to circle bushes in the opposite direction. And he was probably just more fortunate - or unfortunate - than you."
This took some time to settle. He could see the question forming in this one's mind, and chuckled as it finally burst out of his beak.
"U- Unfortunate?"
As if to emphasize his point, the spirit's taloned right hand inched it's way between both bodies, rubbing over the newly formed sheath, ecliting a sharp gasp from the poor boy.
"Whhhhaaa... what are.. you doing?"
With a wry smile, the spirit replied, "You disturbed my mating, remember? Therefore, you'll have to... substitute."
He shuddered as a long, slim tongue darted out and flicked over his beak.
"N... - NO!! I'm male! You can't.."
"Ohh, but I can. And you will let me, sweet boy."
"Never! Get off of me, you... can't.."
A talon thrusted into the sheath, rubbing over a sensitive cockhead and making the young male squirm. At the same time, a threatening sheath was rubbed against his legs and crotch.
"B..but i'm not that kind of guy.. I'm not..."
"Gay?" the spirit asked. "No, you're probably not. But I am going to mate you. And maybe, we will even stay together.."
"Nnn...nnn...nnnn..."
"Hmmmmm?" he teased, smiling as he watched the pleasure wash through the new body. It didn't take much time for the young, virile cock to swell, slowly sliding out of it's hide for the first time. The guardian spirit smiled widely as he discovered that he might have gotten a little carried away at this one's transformation, as it's size and length were both quite extraordinary.
"Oh what a lovely maleness you have.. so long and big - and it's a beautiful shape too!" he cooed, "Look down boy, see for yourself!"
Morbid curiosity was what made the smaller blackbird raise his head weakly, eyes half-closed and only slowly opening.
"Oh.."
Suddenly, realisation struck the spirit, and he understood why this one was so easy to arouse. Curiously he asked "Are you still a virgin?"
"I.. I- Um..."
A sob wrecked the boy's avian body as a thought crossed his mind.
"Will I ever see my family again?"
"In time, you will be able to. But I think you will like your new life."
"B-but how will I live? How could I live like.. like this?"
The larger blackbird decided to let actions answer this. He could not help but smile at the helplessness of the younger bird who was now sobbing between ragged breaths of pleasure. Slowly, he pulled the boy's yellow-skinned feet apart, who didn't even have the strength to resist this humiliating move. A taloned hand wrapped around the boy's erection and started to gently move up and down on the remarkably sized pole, making him gasp sharply. The spirit's erection that was sliding from it's hide and rubbing against luxurious feathers of his young brethren soon left trails of precum in the black coat. A beak slid sensually over the other, slim tongue playing there.. sliding into it and curling around a tongue that had been human just minutes before. Hips bucked suggestively against the virgin blackbird's rear, a firm erection formed wich now poked against the soft buttocks, around them, then between them - ever so gently...
"Please... please..."
Please no, or please yes? It did not matter that much to the powerful spirit as he aimed his throbbing maleness at the puckered anus that was now exposed to him, though he did want to be easy with him. Slowly stroking the impressive shaft of the young bird, he husked:
"Tell me, do you like the pleasure?"
"I... ohhh.. mmm..."
"Or.. should I stop?"
"Nnnn... No..."
"Should I continue?"
It was the first hand other than his own touching his cock. The hand of a total stranger. The hand of a bird-being, a powerful guardian of the animals. The hand of another male. All this was so alien, so... forbidden. Unfortunately, the boy's mind was too fogged with lust to realize just what the spirit meant with his question. And so he replied:
"Yes!"
A strong arm grasped his head and pulled him into a powerful kiss, the beaks feeling soft as they locked together. The boy's attention was centered on the pleasure in his loins as he looked into the eyes of his captor, eyes that looked.. caring.. now? He was totally unprepared for what came next.
He cried a muffled shriek into the other's beak! He gasped! He tried to push back but found himself helplessly at the spirit's mercy, who held him securely fastened while pushing his slick, erect bird-hood into the hot opening that was his virgin ass. How it burned, oh how it burned inside him! And yet it didn't stop, the beast kept pushing onward slowly, relentlessly driving itself deeper into him.
Gasping for air after finding his beak free from the kiss, he cried and sobbed. Tears streamed down his black feathered birdface.
"Oooohh... so hot.. so thight.. my sweet boy.. my lovely birdy..." the spirit cooed into the lad's neck as he took him, impaling him, all the way. He realized that he was being raped the second time this day, the first one having taken his humanity, the second one now taking his virginity.
"It.. it hurts! Pull it out! P-please!!"
"Shhhh... it will stop in just a moment... be brave, my boy."
Whispering a few inhuman syllabes, the spirit used his powers to ease the pain for the smaller bird.
"There... is that better?"
Sobs continued to rock the body he was impaled in. The hot orifice that was gripping his erection was fueling his lust, the virginity he had just taken only adding to the sweetness of the moment. Oh how lovely that bird looked, indeed he was a worthy substitute - no, he was better. He was much more sexy, and didn't even know it yet. Smiling, the larger blackbird renewed his jerking movements, the stress and arousal having engorged the boy's shaft to a deep-red pole of pent-up need. His own cock jumped and throbbed as he heard the lad gasp in pleasure again.
"Oh.. good boy.. you took me into you, all the way! Oh if only you knew how lovely you look like this. You're one of the sexiest birds I've ever seen.. and I'm so happy that I'm your first lover.."
The poor being didn't know whether he should smile, cry, feel happy, angry or ashamed at that. He heard every word of it, understood it, but yet could not take in all the powerful emotions he felt at the same time. The pain was gone, there was only pleasure at his cock, a strange and strong level of lust forming that he had never felt while masturbating alone. Even more strange was the now-painless intruder that was embedded deep in his anal passage - it felt so.. filling.. the tip nudging against something inside him that sent shudders down his spine and through his wings...
His wings? Yes, he was a bird now, he remembered - at least most parts of him.. And he was being fucked, taken by another male, another male bird at that...
"Oh.." he said, simply.
A warm chuckle came from the other bird. "Oh? Hmmm... Does my cock feel that good?"
As if to emphasize what he meant, he allowed his hips to pull back and thrust in again gently, making the lad's bird-like legs to dangle as they lay idly stretched apart like this.
"Oooooooohhhh..."
Powerful shudders washed over the boy, arms wrapping around his rapist's back and hugging him thight.
It was now the guardian's turn to gasp. This was indeed better than pure animal mating. He savoured every moment of the tight, muscular passage gripping him. Again he pulled out, more this time, before thrusting back in. The swollen cocktip pressed against the prostate as he hilted himself, stimulating it in ways the boy had never felt before.
"Mmmm... mm.. more!"
He grunted, the tight rear finally giving into the lubrication of the spirit's pre. Faster and faster their mating went, tiny white spurts coming from the bottom bird's musky maleness, landing on the guardian's talons and lubricating them to incredible slipperlyness. The spirit's eyes lit up in an unnatural yellow glow again, the pleasure he received from the mortal being rising above most of what he had felt before in his long, long life. And as the pace of his fucking finally reached it's peak he had come to the final decision to keep the boy. He smiled at the bird who lay on it's back in the grass, the bird he was now mating passionately like he would a female.
"Oh I will give you more..", he replied between thrusts, "...I will make you my mate, my lovely bird... and take you... every day..."
The cock in his hands throbbed rythmically, the boy obviously being close to his climax. And the spirit, too, was feeling the flame of lust burning throughout his body. Soon now.. soon..
"Do you want... to stay with me? ...be my mate?"
"Yesss... yesss..." the poor lad replied, oblivious to what was going to be the most intense climax he'd ever experienced.
Wings spread above the smaller bird, blunt talons digging painfully into his shoulders as the two came at exactly the same time, their minds seeming to mingle with each other as the pleasure extended their conscousness, their spirits touching..
With a shrieking noise the powerful guardian of the birds came, planting his seed deep into the former human. The latter was huffing loudly, thick spurts of white fluid jetting from his bird-cock and causing a mess on both their feathers, their beaks, their faces. Still, he was being thrusted into, as his hot rectum spasmed around the ejaculating shaft, the immortal's semen filling his bowels. The spirit pressed it's beak against his, he felt his body burn as if on fire, the world around him glowing in incredible light - just before he passed out.
When he woke up, he found himself in a strange unknown place. A garden of sorts, but there were no houses to be seen. In fact he could not spot any signs of civilisation. He sat up slowly, and found himself sitting in the grass. He looked at his legs, and immediately knew that it had not been a dream. His rear was sore, his soft belly feathers stained in his cum. It even clung to his beak.
"Where...?"
"I'm here."
A reassuring hand touched his right shoulder, just above the folded wings.
"Where.. am I?"
The spirit sat down behind him, making him lean backwards into his lap.
"You are in my personal little garden, my sweet bird."
"Y.. you live here?"
Shy eyes looked up at him, a questioning look.
"Yes, I live here, whenever my services aren't needed and I don't feel like living among my children. Noone else has been here before, you're the first. Now, you live here too."
"I... wha... where?"
"Oh, just over there."
A talon pointed to a massive tree, it's trunk many meters in diameter. A doorway had been cut into it, the entrance being at least twenty meters above the ground. There were many windows in the trunk, apparently the whole tree was a giant home of sorts.
"How..?" The younger bird pointed at the door that was high up, there were no ladders, no ropes to be seen.
"Oh my silly boy, we just fly up th...", the spirit paused, "..oh, you don't know how to fly yet, do you? Well.. that's no problem."
Arms wrapped around his waist and under his feet, before lifting him up in an unexpected, swift motion that threatened to make him nauseus. With a rustle, the guardian spread his wings and jumped. The lad's stomach turned, he buried his beak into the other bird's chest and closed his eyes while he was being carried by powerful wings. He did not open his eyes even after they landed with a thud at a platform in front of the entrance.
"I'll show you your room. And you'll probably be hungry, no?"
There was no answer, other than two arms wrapping tightly around his neck, which resulted in yet another chuckle. The spirit looked at the poor bird he was holding in his arms.
"Do you know of that human ritual, in which men carry their mate through the doorway after wedding? Hmm... we do look like a lovely couple, no?"
No answer.
"May I carry my lover, my... mate through the door now?"
There was a long pause. Then, with a weak voice, the bird in his arms said:
"Yes"
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"This is how I came to love my vagina. It's embarrassing because it's not politically correct. I mean I know it should have happened in a bath with salt grains from the Dead Sea, Enya playing, me loving my woman self. I know the story. Vaginas are beautiful. Our self-hatred is only the internalized repression and hatred of the patriarchal culture. It isn't real. Pussies Unite!"
So begins one of my favorite monologues from Eve Ensler's The Vagina Monologues, entitled "Because He Liked to Look at It." The monologue tells the story of a man named Bob who loved vaginas, and had to look at the vagina of the woman he was sleeping with. The woman had always been embarrassed about her vagina, but after seeing it through Bob's eyes she fell in love with it and everything it stood for.
My story of how I came to love my vagina, however, did not evolve out of an experience with a man. Quite the opposite. My love for my vagina came out of my experience with forty of the most fabulous women I have ever met.
Two years ago, I participated in my university's V-day production of The Vagina Monologues. I was given the introductory monologue, and was a little upset at the fact that I didn't get a part that involved becoming a character. The introduction of the play talks about the various names for the vagina, and the way it is generally perceived by the public. It is a cornerstone of the production, but I didn't understand that at the time.
This past year, however, I was given the acting challenge of my life. I received the finale monologue. For anyone who is unfamiliar with the play, the last piece is about a sex worker who loved the sound of a woman moaning. It culminates in a series of examples of different orgasms (for example, the cheating moan; "Oh Brian! I mean Joseph" or the Jewish moan; "Oy vey!"). The last moan is the surprise triple orgasm moan. Basically, I had to perform the scene in "When Harry Met Sally" where Meg Ryan fakes a public orgasm, with the added bonus of having to do it three times in a row and in front of my peers.
In order to add to the illusion that I was a sex worker, my costume consisted of a pair of knee-high combat boots, fishnet stockings, a black miniskirt and a low-cut leather motorcycle vest. For the first few lines, I wore a trench coat to cover my outfit, but at a key point in the monologue I unbuttoned the jacket, revealing my clothing underneath to many whistles and giggles.
I think now would be the appropriate time to mention that I have always had body-image issues. I have B-cup breasts, a small waist and a flat stomach. As soon as you look below the hips, however, I feel I am less than perfect. I have very wide hips, a butt that sticks out far from my body, and rather large thighs. I was happy to show off my stomach and shoulders, but careful to wear jeans whenever possible, and always left my shorts on at the beach. I would try as hard as possible to put myself in a position during sex that would provide access to the body parts that I was comfortable with while hiding the lower half of me.
So you can imagine my reserve at wearing such an outfit in the middle of the student commons, in front of my friends and the extremely fit population of my school. Add that to the fact that I simulated sex acts on stage, and I was more than a little terrified.
But, never afraid of a challenge, I was happy to take the scene. I practiced my moans once or twice before opening night, but I didn't want my moans to sound too forced, so I kept the practice to a minimum.
A video crew from the technology center at my school was on-hand every night to tape the performances. Cast members could buy a copy of the tape for a mere three dollars, and I decided that I absolutely needed to have documentation of my piece.
The day the DVDs were finished, we had a "Box Party," where we drank boxed wine and watched the show. I sat anxiously throughout the scenes until it was finally my turn. I watched myself walk on stage, deliver my first few lines, and remove my trench coat. What I saw as the coat fell to the floor shocked me.
I looked damn good. The vest I wore accentuated my tiny waist, while the skirt fell at just the right level on my hips to hide my love handles while showing a hint of an ass sneaking out in the back. I watched in awe as I paced the stage, acting as a sex worker, wielding whips and dildos. I was hot. I have never felt more confident in my self-image.
It was in that moment that I realized that I am the epitome of a real woman. I have a strong sexual power and the shape of a grown woman. I decided that I didn't need to be "fixed;" I look good already.
In loving my body, I began to love myself. I started to appreciate my vagina and what it meant to me. My vagina is my core. It is the essence of me. Sometimes it is beautiful, sometimes it smells funny, sometimes it is moody and sometimes it desires. All of those emotions were personified in me every day. My vagina *is* me.
I also found a new respect for my fellow cast-mates. Very few of the women had any acting experience, yet all of them were able to express their love for their vagina. I was not friends with all of the women, and admittedly I am still not friends with all of them. But every time I pass them in the halls or see them in the library, I always stop to chat about how life is going. It is safe to say, given the difficulty of my piece, that the women held me in high respect. They would congratulate me on a job well done at the end of every show.
What many of these women failed to understand was that I had the same respect for them. Our love for our vaginas brought us together in a way that no other experience could have. In rehearsals, we would discuss our vaginas, laughing and crying over our various relationships.
I will not pretend that I am still completely satisfied with my body. But I have learned that it doesn't matter. My body is my temple, the vessel for my vagina, which is the essence of me. I have spent a long time examining myself in a mirror (if you are a woman and have never done this, you need to stop reading and get a hand mirror immediately). I have found that my vagina holds all of my secrets. My vagina is who I am, and it is here to stay, to take me over, to help me grow. My vagina is a flower, a treasure and a gift. My vagina is my core, my power and my lust. My vagina, my vagina, me.
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"Freesail is an open harbor, all who sail the seas can find a safe haven here. From the common sailor to runaways. Even the King's navy send men to keep an eye on the bandits and thieves who might be lurking here." She smiled knowingly to herself as she took another large gulp of ale. Surely a strapping young gent such as him would not know of any such thing. "It just so happens that the captain of my particular ship decided to dock here to stock up on supplies." She disappointingly looked down at the nearly empty mug in her paw. "So what about yourself? What business would you be having here in Freesail?"
The white wolf smiled softly and spoke. "Keeping an eye on the bandits and thieves."
Marine froze, the merry drunk feeling she had suddenly gone. All of her senses went on high alert as her mind began to race. 'Play it low key,' she told herself. She was always able to rely on her natural charm in tight situations. If that didn't work, things might have to get violent. With her eyes fixed on the bubbling amber drink settling in the bottom of her mug she pursed her lips and feigned a blush. "Forgive me, I was not intending to pry."
The wolf smiled, looking slightly confused by her statement. "No need for an apology, my lady. It's only fair. After all, I did ask first."
Marine nodded and knocked back the last of her drink. Setting her glass on the faded bar top she stood smiling sidelong at the wolf. "I do believe it is time for this lady to retire."
The wolf turned in his stool to face her. "Shall I escort you back to your vessel?"
She giggled, as she mused about what a good lad he was- naive but good. "There'd be no need for that. You do us all a favor and watch out for those vigilantes." She fought the urge to laugh.
"Then at least do me the honor of telling me your name?" He asked smoothly with a small confident smile on his face. It was as if he knew he would get his answer. The smile grew into a smirk as he watched the tabby mull his question around in her head.
If she had been in her right mind she wouldn't have given it. A part of her knew that, but an even bigger part was hazily drunk, and wondering where the harm in it would be. It was just her name after all. A name that nearly every sailor in port knew. If the scallywags knew what was good for them they'd know to keep quiet if this gent came to call. After all, tonight was the only night they'd be staying in port. She would be long gone before he would think to find her. She smiled and nodded to the wolf, the motion eking to a bow. "Marine."
Turning on her heel she hurriedly stepped out the open door of the tavern. Heaving a sigh of relief she stormed back to the docks in the direction her ship was docked. She cursed her luck under her breath the whole way.
Settling in her hammock, now in her long chemise, Marine silently ridiculed herself for getting so inebriated around a king's spy. Such a fine looking gentleman would have to be in service of the king, or a noble himself. It was foolish of her to not notice. She remembered the words of her captain earlier that night before she had disembarked from The Siren. "Don't get in any trouble." She "humphed." So much for not getting into trouble. She rolled on her side to get more comfortable, trying to settle her mind for sleep. At least they would be leaving early in the morning. Hopefully there would be no trouble out on the open sea.
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The Siren's Call: Prologue by SenoraKitty
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Wrath of Serpentess
Elana let out a shrill shriek of joy as she clutched the large package to her chest. She was worried that they wouldn't arrive in time for the big day. Her morning and afternoon had been the usual drudgery, but the 'large object' insert in her mailbox had stirred her hopes and the sight of the large box itself had her nearly cackling with delight, though she had waited until she was in the elevator to let out her raucous cry of celebration.
Her own ReNA costume; using a mix of industrial nanotechnology and some quirks of materials science, DeGares Industries had taken an expensive manufacturing and plastic surgery tool and made it accessible for the masses.
Well, at $500 for the outfit, it wasn't quite affordable for the masses yet. But considering there were already a few hacks for them on the net, Elana's slinky, serpentine Halloween costume would probably end up serving a number of uses during the rest of the year. The outfit was supposed to have a 24 hour time limit before the nanites shut themselves down, but there were simple tweaks to charge them back up again, so long as you didn't wear the outfit for a whole day.
She was tempted to rip open the box in the elevator and try her suit on right then and there. The only thing that stopped her was the off chance that someone might come in while she was in her underwear, and another minute or two of waiting just made the end reward all the sweeter.
In the last few years there had been supermodels sporting redder than red hair, the most alluring golden eyes, scintillating silver skin, and more. The addition of non-human traits to magazine models had begun to creep more and more into the mainstream. The ReNA costumes weren't actual generic rewrites, merely nanotech-infused clothing that could look incredibly detailed and lifelike. It was the same stuff they used for special effects in movies, though more than one horror movie actress had decided to get a tail job done once filming was over and they were suddenly bereft of the fifth limb that had adorned their backside for the better part of several months.
Not surprisingly they'd showed up in porn even sooner than that. Having to hide the boob job scars was a thing of the past, and all sorts of strange fetishes were being catered to. And of course the moment she brought to mind the term "strange fetish" it was like speaking the name of the devil, summoning before her her flatmate, Kevin, from the shadowed netherworld of the living room.
"Awesome! My costume came!" he said, delighted, pulling the box from Elana's arms and pulling out the renn-faire knife from his belt that he wore around the house. Elana winced as he used it to slit the tape holding the cardboard box shut.
"Thank you for your purchase of a ReNA costume kit! Simply wear, press the activator on the back of the headpiece and voila! Instant Halloween fun!" came a pleasant female voice from inside the box.
Kevin reached in and scooped up the small chatterbox device and tossed it in the trash as it began its legal disclaimer.
"Do not machine wash. Suit charge will only last twenty four hours before depletion, so be sure to remove the suit after that time. If worn longer, please consult a physic..."
Kevin slammed the door to the trash closet shut, cutting off the babble. He reached in and shoved the vacuum sealed plastic bag containing the black outfit aside, snatching his own orange one from the box.
"Woo! I'm going to be the hottest thing at the Cavendish party!" Kevin cried, darting with his prize in hand.
Elana shook her head, the idiot had not shut up about his "Awesome tiger costume" since he'd sent in the order form for the two suits. He'd also joked and teased Elana mercilessly about being his 'girlfriend' since the two had used the couples discount to get a reduced rate.
With a sigh Elana pulled out her suit and took it to the bathroom, as Kevin had seen fit to return to the living room and began stripping. The dark haired young woman reminded herself that her normal roommate, Jane, would be back from Europe sometime in January. Kevin was nothing more than a stopgap measure so she could keep paying her rent.
She made sure the door was locked behind her as she removed the suit from its wrapping, shortly followed by the clothes from her body. She unfolded the sleek, black, hooded latex catsuit, a small domino mask accompanying it, just as had been pictured. It didn't look like much of anything now, but once the nanites fired up, she would be the scourge of the collage campus Halloween party, the sinister Serpentess!
Rather than going as heroine or villainess that someone else on campus was likely going to have an outfit of, Elana had went and designed her own sleek, sexy supervillain. The snake suit was merely the main part of her outfit, boots, bracers, gloves, a cape, skirt, and leotard would complete the look.
She slipped a finger into the nano-seam along the side; it would vanish completely once her outfit was on until she wanted to take it off again. Until she wanted it to, she'd completely look the part of a scaled snake. No Godzilla-like embarrassing zipper to ruin photos. And no panty lines either.
She slipped a foot down the leg of the suit, and then the other. The material gave way at first, but once it was properly situated on her form it clung tightly and comfortably. She slipped one arm into it, ducking into the hood.
Properly unfolded the costume revealed its simple detailing, a bright red band around the waist, and the cobra-hood symbol upon her back in the same. The costume tightened as she slipped her right arm into the sleeve, the nano-seam closing on its own; merging black latex perfectly with black latex.
Elana picked up the mask and slipped it onto her face. It covered everything from her cheekbones on up in shining red latex, the mask designed as the silhouette of a striking snake's head, the fangs coming down her cheeks.
Her reflection in the mirror already looked the part of a costumed villainess, but quite soon there would be so much more. Elana closed her eyes and took a deep breath, pressing the activator one the back of her head at the point where spine and skull met.
The outfit tightened around her, fitting to her form like a second skin. The nanites within began their work, transforming smooth latex into textured snakeskin, adding the small claws to Elana's fingertips and toes, transforming her hair from dark brown to brilliant red and letting it emerge from the hood. It lengthened to a degree that Elana could never achieve on her own; any length past her chin and her hair would become a serpent's nest of tangles and split ends. Her fiery mane came to rest between her should blades, outlined by the U shaped mark upon her back.
She watched as her eyes turned orange-yellow, her pupils slitted, feeling the weight of her tail, feeling the sensation over its surface as she moved it through the air. It felt like she'd had a tail her entire life. It felt incredible, awesome, a wonder of modern technology that any artificial limb could be developed with such detail, perfectly mimicking the real form and function.
Elana admired herself into the mirror, scowling a little as she watched her bust begin to expand. Despite comic book women having enormous jugs at times, Elana had wanted to avoid the sad, attention getting trope. Since she was rather sure that there would be girls there with their nano-boobs blown up to beachball size that would make her only look insecure with added mass onto her mummeries.
She furrowed her brow and was about to deliver an enraged shout to summon the devil in human form that had changed the schematics for her suit when she hadn't been looking. But the familiar cry of "Kevin, you pervert!" died in her throat as Elana felt a strange stirring between her legs. There was an almost sub-audible hiss as something snaked up upon Elana's groin, it looked like a snake, a foot and a half long, an inch or two thick. It wriggled and turned in the air, eventually facing forward.
If you took the head of a phallus and placed it upon black latex serpent, you would have exactly what Elana sported between her legs. The snake-cock's hood flared as Elana felt a mix of anger and lust rise within her. The back of the cobra-like hood upon her cock had the same U shaped cobra insignia that Elana had ordered upon her back.
Though a pervert, Kevin never had shown himself to be particularly creative in his malice. It seemed more likely that there had been a mix up in the suit's construction. Elana grinned, though confused at her own predicament, she was filled with malevolent glee at the potential problem that Kevin might be having with his suit.
After all, her outfit had a skirt. No longer feeling angry and having ceased admiring her reflection in the mirror the serpent-shaft seemed to calm down, retracting partially back into Elana's body somehow. It was still a good seven inches or so long, but she could... mmm... yes, she could indeed curl it back between her legs. Her leotard and skirt would cover it.
But Kevin, poor Kevin, would have a hard time trying to hide a pair of tits with just the loincloth and furry boots he'd bought. Elana let out a malevolent chuckle as a girlish scream came from the living room. She'd investigate later.
"Greetings User, I am ReNA Serpentess Suit #0001, fully online and operational. My interface for neural-synergistic biocircuitry is online. Do you wish any behavioral modifications or within-template parameter physical changes at this time?" said an oddly familiar female voice within Elana's mind.
This was the part that had delayed release of the ReNA technology for public consumption, assuring that a user couldn't give themselves, or others, mental scars using the technology. It was already banned from athletic competition, the physical alterations the ReNA technology could provide, as well as the use of the suit's onboard computer in order to calculate precise, optimal movements had lead to the suspension of hundreds of athletes in all sorts of sports.
Though the Monster Football League, which was half scripted spectacle and half actual athletic competition by ReNA suited teams, was battling toe to toe with the National Football League in ratings and was selling more merchandise to boot.
"Wh-what sort of modifications?" Elana asks aloud, turning once more to look at herself in the mirror.
She could feel the artificial serpent skin now, the cool air of the bathroom getting to her, making her nipples stiffen. The feeling caused her serpent-shaft to do much of the same. It throbbed softly, aching to be touched. Elana was curious, but she held back from touching the thing.
"Based on the character profile you submitted, several default packages were created for you by the DeGares Corporation's trained and talented programmers. Defaults one through three are available, option one..." said the voice.
"Sure, let's go with option one." Elana said.
"Option one; slutty supervillainess." The voice cheerfully replied.
"No, wait!" protested Elana, but she already felt something strange happening to her. It was like something had crept into her mind, something warm, dark, and comforting. She let out a soft, sultry moan in a voice that wasn't quite her own. She could feel the nanites altering her body, breasts, hips, and cock.
"Oh yeah," she purred, her voice more sexy, cocky, and confidant, "That's the stuff!"
Her protests were immediately forgotten as unfamiliar feelings of pride, confidence, and the urge to dominate and manipulate others rose within her. She was still Elana, of course, but with all the traits she associated with Serpentess cranked up to ten.
She grinned and admired her scaled form in the mirror, "Suit," she said, "What sort of additional enhancements can you make to the cock and tits portions of my anatomy?" she said, licking black lips with an equally black, slightly forked, tongue.
"I am capable of increasing your phallus in length by fifty percent, reducing it by thirty three percent, modifying width and girth parameters by the same. Your bust is currently at maximum parameters allowed within the guidelines of use." The suit explained.
Elana rubbed her chin with snakeskin covered fingertips, the suit made it so real, with artificial muscles and nerves. She grinned, showing elongated canines that hadn't been a part of the base package she'd ordered.
"Maximum size, give me a big, slutty serpent-cock." She said, preparing for the rush of sensation.
And oh what a rush it was, the rubbery flesh swelling, surging forward in almost angry thrusts, pressing itself against the smooth flesh of her belly, slithering up between her tits. She felt the new nerve endings grow into the expanding flesh, sending spikes of knee-weakening pleasure through her body.
The hood flared once more and the almost venomous tip had positioned itself just in front of her mouth. Elana, no, Serpentess, grinned and gave her cock a kiss. She could feel herself loosening up, morals and inhibitions cast away even further. The suit's default package settings had made her a bit loose, but her request had turned her from a version of herself with loosened morals and a bent for villainous mischief into a supervillain she-serpent with a raging hard on looking for somewhere to strike.
Slutty serpent-cock activated.
Serpentess ran her hands over her length; delighting in the intense thrill she got, not merely from the pleasure, but from knowing that her mild mannered alter-ego, Elana Mendez, would be more than a little squicked out at this turn of events.
While Elana might have been horrified at the plan that the venomous villain was about to carry out, it was far more likely that she would eagerly and willingly have gone along with it. Kevin had made an ass of himself for far too long.
Serpentess' serpent was slithering, surging, and ready to strike. She just needed a proper victim to penetrate, and since it was a possibility that Kevin had caused the problem in the first place, it was more than fitting that he become the solution.
The latex serpent turned to walk from the bathroom, "Are there any other additional modification parameters that can be accessed?" she asked her suit's computer.
"There are many but they are not authorized. Activation may or may not succeed and suit stability is likely to be compromised." The voice said, which Serpentess realized was eerily like her own now, save for its calm, placid, and emotionless tone.
"Oh it's only for one night; throw the warranty out the window. Spill the beans; is there anything you think I'd like?" Serpentess demanded as she placed her hand upon the doorknob, faint sounds coming from the other side.
"With the proper nutritional and fluid resources, bust size can be increased by a factor of 200 percent. Your tail can be increased in scale by a similar margin, and once more utilizing nutrition and fluid for additional mass, could serve to replace your legs with a serpentine tail." The suit offered.
"Height can be varied only a few inches due to bone inflexibility, however. Any attempts to go beyond that are not advised, due to the possibility of irreversible physical alteration." The suit explained.
Serpentess grinned as she opened the door, they were all things to keep in mind for later. She stepped out into the hall and saw Kevin crouched at the end of it, between the doors that lead to the two bedrooms. He was taking advantage of the full length mirror positioned there, one hand working over an impressive cock, the other gripping a heavy, plump, tawny-furred breast.
The she-serpent could see the suit finishing up, delivering the last feminizing touches upon her roommate. It was good to know that her hunch had been correct, and that she was not the only one with unexpected alterations to her suit.
Kevin's green slitted eyes widened and he... she... spun to face Elana, not knowing that she had fully fallen into her role as Serpentess. The shemale tigress fixated upon the wriggling, writhing cock, full, lush, porn starlet lips open in a soft gasp at the sight of the thing.
Serpentess recognized him... her immediately. Not Kevin, she already knew that, but the fiery-lustful feline he'd become. His MMORPG character; Pawstruck, bust and hips sliders all the way up on a customized body rig ripped from a Japanese holo-porn game, tweaked out to have all the unnatural proportions dreamed up by the male libido.
The eyes, lips, breasts, and hips were all too big, the waist a little too narrow. But freed from 2D textures on a polygonal frame, with real fur and real hair, Pawstruck looked incredibly stunning. So sweet, so soft, and oh so fuckable.
Her tits were huge, unrealistic, beachball balloon-jobs that had floated and defied gravity in the game, but only drooped every so slightly made real. Kevin's massive knockers were still half again as big as Serpentess' own could be, even increased beyond normal parameters, as the suit had instructed.
Kevin licked her lips, mouth watering at the sight of the serpent-cock. The male human within tried to take control, but odds are he'd loaded up the default personality program, wanting to be the big, buff Conan-esque tigerman he'd originally wanted.
"Nnn! No, no!" he whispered, Serpentess coming closer and closer.
"This is your fault, isn't it?" the villainess purred, reaching down to run a clawed finger over a triangular ear, making it twitch.
"No! Well... yes... kind of! But not really!" Kevin protested, "I was just goofing around with the settings after we ordered, just seeing what was possible. I don't know how it happened, this wasn't what I ordered! I didn't even think I saved the settings for these." She whimpered.
Kevin was a stick thin, scrawny nerd, the proverbial 98 pound weakling. But with Pawstrucks padding, rounded curves, and feline sleekness, it took Kevin's build and made the most out of it. He made a drop dead gorgeous girl.
It was rather fitting that the somewhat chauvinistic geek ended up as his famed 'combat dancer" character. Half his gear in the game had been given to him by other players who had admired the feline going through her moves in the skimpiest armor allowed on the main servers.
She felt good, the urges to command, to control, to dominate flowing through her. It felt thrilling, felt freeing, felt like oh so much more fun than anything Elana did on her own. She loved being Serpentess, and she wished the suit was capable of more so she could fully hide her human face behind a reptilian muzzle, masking her true identity even more.
Kevin cried out softly as pointed nails tightly constricted her breast in pained pleasure, tears filling her large, feline eyes. "I... I just wanted to raid better." She said softly, a lock of platinum blonde hair falling into her face as she lowered her head in shame, "And I just wanted to see what was possible with the..." she let out a soft mewl as Serpentess suddenly twisted her grip, making the feline shiver. "I just wanted to see what all the options were." She said with a soft whimper, pouty lips turning black, platinum tresses creeping down the reach the small of her back, the suit still carrying out small tweaks to the Pawstruck form based on Kevin's fantasies about her. Her idiot roommate now sported the body of a shemale porn star, it was absolutely delicious, and also not an opportunity to be passed up. Serpentess' cock lunged, making Pawstruck wince, covering her face with her handpaws, but that hadn't been the snake's target.
Snake and tiger both cried out in bliss as the serpent shaft engulfed the feline's own. Serpentess knelt before the sex kitten, running her clawed fingers through Pawstruck's hair.
"Be a good kitten and pleasure your mistress and maybe I'll forgive you." Serpentess said softly to her plaything. The catgirl lowered her ears and bowed her head in submission, whimpering softly as the latex villain thrust against her.
"You'll love it; your altered form is designed for it. Say it for me. Say that you're a good, slutty sex kitten." She growled.
Pawstruck cried out, arching her back, the snake-shaft undulating rapidly, siphoning every jet of seed it could coax from her to use as a template, to fill its own reservoir.
"Say it whore!" Serpentess growled, gripping Pawstruck's ears, "Say it or I'll drag you down to the lounge and fuck you in front of everybody!"
The tigress's fur fluffed in a blush, she clenched her eyes shut, shivering as mental programming slipped into place. "But the party! I... I..." she whispered.
"Say it!"
"I'm a slutty kitten." She whispered, eyes going wide, "Sex! Wait, sex! I'm a slutty sex kitten!" she said, not wanting to be punished for saying it wrong.
Serpentess smiled and withdraw her cock, a thick line of seed trailing from it back to Pawstruck's own member. She looked up at Serpentess with a smile upon her face and a vacant look in her eyes.
"Mmm... I'm a slutty sex kitten." She purred, nuzzling her mistress' belly, rising up off her knees to run her textured tongue over a pitch black breast. "Your sex kitten, my mistress." She said, wrapping her arms around Serpentess' waist, nuzzling her belly.
The she-snake grinned, reaching down and rubbing gently behind her pet's ears, "Yes you are, my sweet." She said, able to feel the computer of Kevin's suit go to work on him, making him more and more perfectly Pawstruck at her own urgings.
"Networking interface version Alpha .026 fully online." Said her own computer, a slight hint of emotion in its artificial voice, almost sounding amused and gleeful.
Serpentess went to the hall closet, removing the collar and leash that Jane's cousin had left her when she'd brought one of his big dogs, fastening it around Pawstruck's neck, leading her into Elana's bedroom at the end of the leash.
She could see it made the sex kitten pant with desire, her thick, black cock proudly erect once more, the tip glistening with a bead of precum.
The latex serpent smiled, "Put that feline flexibility to work while I get dressed." She said with a chuckle, taking a beat up old bra in one hand, a little applied nanotechnology forming it into a perfect match for Pawstruck's loincloth and boots. "And then once you're done putting on a show for me, you can get dressed and we can go to that Cavendish party." She said with a grin.
Leona Cavendish had the family's estate to herself while her parents were off touring Europe for the fall and winter. And with this just being their summer home, nothing was particularly valuable and could easily be replaced. So there was no reason NOT to have a party with several hundred college age boys and girls the tip top of the socio-economic ladder, though Elana, now Serpentess, wondered how Kevin had gotten an invitation.
$500 was petty cash for those people, so ReNA suits would be common, and there would be even more advanced models there, which Serpentess could siphon off some nanites and programming from to enhance her own abilities.
"That is correct, Lady Serpentess." The suit's voice said pleasantly, "I have also taken the liberty of adding network interface capability to Pawstruck's computer so that she is also able to bring others under your thrall."
Serpentess laughed, a true, proper, villainous laugh, "I'm going to have the wealthy twenty-somethings of this town eating out of my taloned hand." She said, her forked tongue flicking out.
"Exssssssselant." She hissed.
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Chapter One:
I am RV'ing in Big Sur, California with my lady friend Karen. We met on a train trip going back east. We spent the night together enjoying each other's company and vowed to meet up again. I mentioned it would be fun to spend time together in Big Sur. The RV Park is owned by a lovely lady named Ginger. She is a child of the 60s and keeps company with another flower child named Audrey. Karen is currently taking a shower after our morning coupling on the sandy beach.
I have been resting comfortably on my queen size bed for the past forty-five minutes. I shed my cargo shorts and lay naked on top waiting for Karen's return. I woke up five minutes ago and am now leisurely stroking my cock as I relive this morning's activity at the beach. I keep the trailer door open to allow the sunshine and warmth of the day to filter in.
Karen steps inside, returning from her shower with only a towel on her head and one wrapped around her body. It struggles to keep her lovely boobs contained as she comes over to check on me. She sees my hand clutching my semi-erect shaft and smiles. Karen releases her grip on the towel around her torso and lets it fall to the floor. Her huge tits sway back and forth as she joins me on the bed. She replaces my hand with hers and gently strokes my shaft. I lengthen to my full seven inches within her grasp.
"Mm, I love to feel your cock harden while I hold you. It's a feeling I'll never get tired of."
I inquire about her shower and ask her about the facility. Karen describes the group shower and how Ginger's parents built the showers to accommodate families living in the commune. She then pauses for several minutes trying to collect her thoughts. Finally, she continues with her story.
"Rob, I need to tell you about the past hour. When I got to the shower building, Audrey was leaving Ginger's office and met me there. She showed me the showers and asked if she could join me."
"Did you agree?"
"I was caught off guard by her question and didn't know how to respond at first. I've never been in that position before. She wanted to know if I had ever been with another woman."
I can feel Karen's hesitation as she explains her whereabouts. I wrap my arm around her to let her know that all is good and that I have no reservation about her actions. Her boobs feel nice pressed into my side, so firm, yet so soft. Feeling her lithe form along my body and her hand around my shaft has my cock erect. I flex my cock to grab her attention and give her time to continue.
"Karen don't fret about anything, we are tight, and I accept you as you are. I think I know where this conversation is headed, and if I'm right, I can't wait to hear the details. Do you feel my cock? It is rock hard for you."
"Thanks Rob, that makes me feel much better. I know I don't need to justify my actions, but you did invite me to join you for the week and we just had the conversation about this week being for us."
"So, tell me Karen, have you been with another woman before?"
"Are you sure you want me to tell you everything?"
Do you feel my hard cock? Of course, I do. I think I may want you on top of me while I listen to your escapades."
"Well yes, as I explained to Audrey, I did have some sexual contact with girls in college. We experimented a lot in the dorms and I remember those times being a lot of fun. Our sexuality was just beginning to emerge. But I haven't been with a woman since then, until today. I hope you don't judge me too harshly."
I roll to my side and press my lips against hers. I slither my tongue into her mouth and run my hands all around her full breasts. I graze her nipples with the back of my hand and they harden instantly. As I roll back, I pull her body over me so that she is lying on top. We continue to kiss and nuzzle each other. I lick her cheeks, her neck and kiss her ear.
I whisper, "Karen, I want to be inside you. I want to feel your hot pussy surround my cock."
She responds with several moans and pushes herself up to a sitting position. We stare into each other eyes.
"So tell me Karen, what happened in the shower?"
"Well Audrey was already topless, and I was admiring her tan boobs. As you know, my tits were on display too. She undressed all the way and I caught sight of the full bush covering her pussy. She stepped into the shower and turned on all the faucets. The shower was filled with hot steamy water and I just followed her in."
Karen grinds her labia along my hard shaft and I feel her wet juice. I tell her to lift and guide my cock between her folds. She complies, and I feel her hot cunt swallow my thick shaft. Karen settles down on me and presses her hips against mine. Our hands meet, and our fingers intertwine as I hold her body in position.
"You feel so good Karen, please continue."
"I was standing in the middle of the shower spray, letting the water wash over me and cleaning the sand off my body. Audrey stared at my body and said she loved my landing strip. She was staring right at my cunt. And then she remarked that she used to have a full Brazilian herself at one time and loved how smooth her lips were and that she was always masturbating."
My cock responds to Karen's story and I am now throbbing inside her. I push my hips up to drill deep into her core. Karen closes her eyes and moans again.
"Ginger talked her into letting her bush grow out and is always eating her pussy. She added that Ginger makes her cum every time."
"Geez Karen, that's so hot. Were you getting turned on?"
"I think so. Out of nowhere, I asked Audrey if she would like to wash my back. She started scrubbing my backside and then the next thing I know, Audrey has her big boobs squished against my back and her arms wrapped around me. She used the soapy washcloth to massage my breasts and nipples before moving down to my smooth pussy lips, washing the sand and grit away. She used soap to lather up my landing strip too.
I was really worked up by this time, so I spun around to face Audrey. I took over and washed her from head to toe. I played with her boobs for the longest time, lifting them and sucking her nipples. I was a possessed woman. My hands roamed freely, and she encouraged me. I created quite a lather in her bush and then fingered her to an orgasm.
"My gawd Karen, that is totally insane."
I grab Karen's tits and play with them as she tells me all about her shower with Audrey. I hold her right breast with both hands and massage the flesh. I pull her close and wrap my lips around her hard-red nipple. I suckle like a baby and press my cock deeper into her cunt. Karen bites her lower lip between her moans and I encourage her to continue her story.
"After Audrey recovered from her climax, she rinsed all of the soap from her body and then dropped to her knees in front of me. She said it was her turn to pleasure me. I was so wound up, I begged her to lick my pussy. I spread my legs and she grabbed my ass to pull me close. She then used her tongue in ways I have never felt before. Her tongue was deep inside and then she started to suck on my clit. That's when I lost it. My legs got wobbly and I was almost sitting on her face. I think I told her to eat my wet pussy. Anyway, I came really, really hard and Audrey had to hold me tight to keep me from falling down on the tile floor."
"Wow Karen, so you had an orgasm right there in the shower with Audrey's face pressed into your pussy?"
"Yes. And then when I was able to stand on my own, she got up and told me she was so happy that I waxed because she's wanted to lick a smooth cunt for a long, long time. She said she loves Ginger's pussy, but there is just so much hair. She said my smooth lips are just wonderful and that you a very lucky man. She hopes you appreciate my sweet adorable pussy."
"Oh Karen, I do appreciate your sweet adorable pussy and I totally appreciate you. I'm sure it wasn't easy to tell me everything you did with Audrey, so thank you for your honesty. But, I do have one problem. My cock feels like it's going to explode. I have this crazy urge to take you from behind. Can we move to the side of the bed and do that?"
"Yes Rob, we can. I'm so horny again and I can't get enough of this big cock."
Karen flexes her pussy before she rolls off me and stands by the bed. I jump off the bed and get behind her. I place my hand on her shoulder and gently nudge her to bend over the bed. She spreads her legs allowing me to take her completely. Her waxed outer lips are pink and puffy, flush with her arousal. Karen's pink inner labia hang down from within her puffy folds. I love sucking them between my lips. I grab her ass cheeks and spread them. Her tight little starfish reveals itself and her inner labia opens like a flower.
My cock is incredibly hard from listening to Karen's shower confession. My glans is purple with desire; my balls hang low. I stroke my length several times squeezing the hard shaft. I grab Karen's ass cheeks again and spread them wide. With one step forward, I press the tip of my cock into her swollen hole. With a second step, I push my entire length deep into her pussy. My hips press into her fleshy, mature buns. Karen grunts.
"Geez, your cock is so big. You fill me up, my pussy is so full. Rob, pound my cunt, I want it hard."
I plant my feet firmly on the floor, grab her wide hips and push deep into her folds. Her hot gash surrounds my throbbing cock. I push and pull back with fast movements. Each time I push hard, I grind my cock deep into her pussy and flatten Karen against the mattress. I hear her gasp each time.
Her juices coat my shaft as I pull out and slide my cock along her ass crease. I move my cock over her little O-ring several times and then push back into her wet inner labia which accepts my seven inches. I push into Karen as she pushes back into me, sliding all the way to the hilt. Her sweet ass cushions my hips; my balls slap against her puffy outer lips. I hold steady and enjoy the moment.
"Your cock feels so good Rob, I think I can cum again. Keep fucking me baby."
I slowly slide in and out and then increase my thrusts, driving Karen closer to another orgasm. It's been quite a day for my sweet lady. One hand grips her left hip while I slide my finger around her anal rim; I love feeling her tight muscle.
She turns her head to look at me, "Your finger feel so good on my rear. Push it in, I want your finger in my ass."
I rub my digit back and forth over her starfish as I fuck her from behind. I push my index finger against the tight rim. My finger slides past her ring and I bury it deep in her backdoor. Karen flexes her ass and traps my finger. Her ass cheeks surround my hand. I resume pumping my cock in and out of her pink labia and can feel the shaft through the thin membrane separating her holes. I rotate my finger in her backside, twisting and pulling as my cock lunges in and out at a steady pace. Karen's anal ring loosens as she gets used to the pressure.
She grunts over and over, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes"
The double stimulation drives us both closer to orgasm. Her girl juices lubricate my cock and drip down her thighs. I easily slide within her tight folds. I keep my finger buried deep in her backdoor as I increase my thrusts. Karen grips the bed covers and buries her face in the mattress as her climax engulfs her body.
"Rob, I'm coming again. Oh, gawd so soon, I can feel your cock, I can feel your finger. Geez, fuck me baby. Fuck your little shower wench. I promise I'll let you fuck me in the shower this week, maybe every day. I just need to cum now. Arrrgggghhhh. Feels so good."
Karen's legs shake as I hold her in place with one hand on her hip and my finger buried in her asshole. She rides out another orgasm as I plow her into the mattress. Her fourth one today. Karen lays on the bed, totally spent. Her legs are jelly. I rely on the firm mattress to keep her upright and her cunt lined up with my shaft. I pull my finger from her butt and grab her hips with both hands. It's time for me to cum too. I hold her hips tight and pound her pussy. My cock throbs as my balls tighten; a sure sign I'm about to climax.
I thrust three more times as deep as I can go and then pull out. I grab my shaft and stroke my cock quickly, back and forth. I squeeze my shaft with a vice-like grip as I pump.
"Get ready Karen, I'm going to cum on your ass. You are so hot, my little shower minx."
"Yes Rob, cum on my ass, cum on your nasty girl's ass. I want your cum now baby."
I explode and jettison several strands of jizz onto Karen's rear. Rope after rope of semen travels the length of my shaft and splashes onto Karen's wide ass. Some thick goo covers her crease and drips down onto her puckered hole. I feel my cock pulsate as the last of my cum dribbles out. My knees wobble and I nearly black out from the intense climax. Karen's tale of her shower lust with Audrey fires me up and provides a most satisfying orgasm.
"Geez Rob, that's a lot of cum, I can feel it dripping all over my ass. Rub it into my skin, it's my after-shower moisturizer."
I comply with Karen's request and spread my cum around her fleshy cheeks. I massage them and squeeze them which makes Karen purr. I slide my hands deep into her crease and plunge one finger into her tight sphincter again. Karen tightens her bunghole and giggles. Her skin glows as I lean over and plant small kisses all over her backside. My cum provides a sweet-smelling fragrance.
"You're all set my dear, hop on the bed. I think we deserve a long peaceful rest."
I help Karen straighten up and we stretch out on top of the bed. I lay on my back and Karen cuddles up, throwing a leg over me. I stroke her back as I listen to her gentle breathing. I look at the clock by the refrigerator... 3:00. Lots of time to recharge before dinner. The trailer door remains open and a warm breeze circulates inside. I wonder if anyone outside heard our passionate love making. I doubt it as the park is mostly vacant.
Karen whispers, "Rob, I knew this would be a fun week, but I don't know if I can last the whole time. I mean, wow, I just got here this morning at 8:30 and I've already had four orgasms. I thought we'd would have a lot of alone time, just you and me. But already, I've shared you with Audrey and she and I enjoyed our own shower time. And then just now with you. What's next?"
"Well Karen, we can always have a swap with that old couple in the hot tub."
"Oh you! Why I ought to..."
I don't allow her to finish her sentence as I press my lips against hers for a long, sensuous kiss. She wraps her hand around my head to keep us locked in while her tongue invades my mouth. We spend several minutes kissing and hugging one another.
I finally get a chance to breathe, "Wow Karen, are you ready for a fifth orgasm right now."
Karen laughs and tells me no, not right now. We both need some rest. But maybe after dinner, things might heat up again. With that we both drift off to a well-deserved afternoon siesta, naked of course with my hand clutching her perfect breast.
Chapter Two:
Karen and I sleep comfortably for several hours. I'm the first to wake around 5:30 PM and feel pressure on my cock. I look down and see Karen's leg still on top of me with her knee pressing down directly on my erection. I flex my cock a few times and she begins to stir. She opens her eyes and smiles. She is amazingly beautiful, even with mussed-up hair and smudged makeup. Karen senses my thick cock against her knee and presses down on my shaft.
"Look whose ready for more loving. Doesn't this ever go down? Not that I'm complaining."
"Well Karen, I just had a two and a half-hour nap, so I guess he's well rested and raring to go. I think a visit to the spa is in order. But, first we need some dinner to keep us energized. What do you say to barbecue chicken?"
Karen whispers, "Sounds yummy. What can I do for you?"
"Will you prepare the chicken and sauce while I get the charcoal started?"
"Of course, darling."
Karen slides her leg down but replaces it with her hand. She grips my shaft and strokes my cock several times.
"You're not making this any easier on me, you know. Do you want dinner or another orgasm?"
"I choose dinner for now. I know you'll treat me to many more orgasms later. I was just wondering what kind of dreams you were having to get you this hard."
"Well I don't remember my dream, but having a naked sexy lady lying next to me will always affect me this way."
"Is there one particular lady you have in mind?"
"No, just about any naked, sexy lady does it for me."
"Oh, you!"
Karen jumps off the bed and heads to the bathroom. I get up and stuff my latest erection into my cargo shorts. Hopefully, it will diminish while I get the charcoal lit. I head out the door to do just that. As I pass the bathroom, I knock on the door.
"Chicken and sauce are in the fridge."
It takes about twenty minutes for the coals to burn bright, so I stroll around the RV Park while I wait. It looks like two other trailers have arrived today. I'm sure Ginger had a busy day. I wonder if we'll see Ginger and Audrey at the hot tub later on.
I walk back to my trailer and look inside. Karen is at the sink peeling the skin off the chicken. She looks so sexy wearing bright Kelly-green shorts and flip-flops. She doesn't notice me staring at her naked tits. They bounce around as she moves about. I step into the trailer and clear my throat.
"Ahem, hello sexy. I see you are sticking to Ginger's rule."
"Hey handsome, do you like what you see? A lady can get used to being topless all day. It feels so liberating."
"Well that's one word for it."
I stop behind Karen and wrap my arms around her. I cup each breast in my hands and lift them up. I massage her massive globes and tweak her nipples. They stiffen to my touch. Karen's hands are busy with the chicken, so she can't swat me away.
"Hey mister, no fair. Keep that up and you might not get dinner tonight."
Karen twists her head and we share a sweet kiss as she finishes her preparation. I take the platter of chicken and head outside. It's cooking time. Five minutes later, Karen walks out the door and down the steps holding a couple of wine coolers. The lady is a natural hostess.
We sit in the camp chairs as the chicken cooks. They'll be ready to turn in twenty minutes. We clink our bottles together and toast the week ahead. Karen's boobs shine in the late-afternoon sun. I ask if she just applied sunscreen and she says yes. She has a matching Kelly-green hat and is wearing her shades. Her total look exudes sex.
We look around the park and see couples milling about the two new RVs that arrived today. I can see them looking in our direction. I wonder what they are thinking?
"Hey Karen, I think you may have an audience. I see people looking in our direction."
"Well I hope Ginger alerted them to the park rules. I'm not covering up the girls, I want to work on my tan."
"You do realize it's after six o'clock and the sun isn't exactly at full strength?"
"Would prefer that I get my sweatshirt and cover up?"
"No way!"
I attend to the chicken while Karen sips her wine cooler. She makes no effort to conceal her tits which suits me just fine. Dinner is just about ready, and I ask Karen if she would like to eat out here on the picnic table or take everything inside the trailer. She opts for inside as the temperature is starting to cool down as evidenced by her cherry red nipples. They are erect little berries just waiting to be sucked.
Karen hands me the platter for the chicken and we head inside. Our neighbors will just have to wait for another glimpse of this fair lady. I'm surprised to see a salad and bowls of strawberries already laid out on the dinner table.
"Karen, everything looks delicious, when did you prepare all the fixings?"
"After I finished removing the skin from the chicken and you removed your hands from my boobs. I found everything we needed in the fridge. Would you like another wine cooler?"
"Yes please."
We sit down to a lovely meal and reminisce about meeting on the train and our wonderful first dinner together. I reminded her how lucky I felt when she first sat down next to me in the Observation car. When I first laid eyes on her and was greeted with the sparkling blue eyes and her off-handed comment about always traveling with paperback books instead of the hardback book I was reading.
"Hey, it was an ice breaker comment. Besides, it worked, don't you think?"
"Well let me see... you make a snarky comment, I invite you to sit down, you invite me to dinner and then to share your bed. And now you are sitting here topless in my trailer. Yes, I think it worked."
"So, my dear Rob, would you care to join me in the hot tub after dinner? I can think of several ways we might enjoy our dessert."
Karen knows exactly how I'll respond to the question. I feel my cock twitch at the thought of us naked in the hot tub. We manage to make it through dinner and clean-up without jumping into bed and fucking our brains out. Karen pulls her sweatshirt out and puts it on. It's the one she wore on the train that reads *Grandmas Are Cool.* Yes, she is.
"So, no walking to the hot tub topless tonight?"
"It's a bit cool out there now. I thought you might enjoy the sweatshirt you first saw me wearing. I fill it out pretty well."
"Yes, you do my dear."
I turn the outside lights on and we leave the trailer, headed for a night that may contain many surprises. Who knows. All I know is that I am escorting the sexiest grandma on earth. I love watching her tits jiggle under the tight confines of her sweatshirt.
We walk down the narrow path to the hot tub, just fifty yards from my trailer. We are surprised to see the same older couple soaking in the tub from earlier this morning. It appears she is wearing the same frumpy bathing suit and the gentleman is still sitting several feet away from her. We introduce ourselves to Ed and Lois. They are RV'ing cross-country from their home in Lincoln, Nebraska. I make a lame comment about *Go Cornhuskers.* Ed gives me a thumbs up and Lois just shakes her head. They tell us they are enjoying one last soak in the hot tub before leaving for San Diego in the morning.
Karen sits on the wooden bench next to the tub. I kick off my flip-flops, sit on the side and dangle my feet in the tub. Lois quickly scoots away from me. I guess she isn't a warm, fuzzy individual. I talk to Ed for a moment and then watch his eyes nearly pop out of their socket. I look over to see that Karen has removed her *Grandmas Are Cool* sweatshirt. Her boobs are sitting high and proud for the world to see. Well, at least Ed noticed. The cool air has her nipples on high-beam poking out a good half inch. I'll never get tired of these tits.
I steal a glance over at Lois and realize she has noticed Karen's appearance also. Her look of disgust speaks volumes. Immediately she motions to Ed that it's time to head back to the camper. Poor Ed just can't catch a break. I wonder if he spied on Audrey this week. Anyway, his pleasure is short lived as the old Nebraskans get out of the tub and walk away without another word. We watch them walk up the path and Ed turns his head to steal one last look. Karen sees him and shakes her boobs back and forth as a fond farewell before Lois yanks him away.
"Karen, you are so bad. Poor Ed doesn't get to enjoy the loveliest boobs in Big Sur."
"Yeah, I know I'm bad. Did you get a glimpse of that bulge in his swim trunks? I wonder if he's going to stick it to old Lois?"
"For some reason, I don't think so. It looks like Lois wears the pants in that family. Now get your fabulous bod down here and let's play while we are alone."
I stand up and drop my shorts. My cock is already semi-erect. Karen whistles as she removes her green shorts. I step down into the hot water and then assist Karen. We hug and press our lips together while standing in the tub. Karen reaches down and grabs my shaft.
She whispers, "You should have shown Lois this fine specimen? Maybe they would have stayed longer?"
"Yeah, or maybe she would have called the cops and had me arrested."
"Hey, cops and perverts. Maybe we can play that game tonight?"
I grab her arm and pull us down into the swirling hot water. We sit side by side as our hands explore each other. I massage her breasts while she strokes my cock. We enjoy the peaceful space and wonderful view of the ocean. The sun is just beginning to set, and our night is just about to heat up.
"Rob, I want to give you a proper blowjob. This morning when Audrey was with us, I couldn't show you everything. Now that we are alone, I want you to experience my whole technique."
Karen has me stand up on the bench and she grabs my cock. She wraps her left hand around my shaft and pumps up and down. She looks at my swollen glans and balls that hang low from the hot water. She cups my ball sack and squeezes.
Karen pulls my sack to her mouth. She alternates sucking my balls while holding my cock upright. After releasing them she licks up my shaft from bottom to top. Karen pulls down on my shaft and swallows me up, sucking on my glans and an inch or more. She jacks me off while sucking on the tip.
"I love your cock, it's just right for me. I'll swallow as much as I can."
"Believe me Karen, you are doing just fine."
Karen has me sit on the edge of the tub, so she can concentrate. I grab a towel and sit with my legs spread wide. She jacks me off and sucks as much of my cock as she can without gagging. She alternates between sucking on my spongy tip and licking up and down my length.
"Cum in my mouth, Rob. I want to taste you again."
Karen wraps her left hand around my shaft and squeezes hard, moving it rapidly back and forth. She uses her right hand to play with my balls and sucks as much of my cock as she can. My climax builds quickly, and Karen draws another orgasm from deep within my balls. I unleash several spurts of cum into her waiting mouth. She blinks and her eyes water as she takes all my jizz. Karen continues to pump my shaft and squeeze down on my balls until I feel faint.
"Oh my god, where did you learn to do that?"
Karen pulls her mouth from my cock while maintaining her tight grip and swallows my load. She swirls her tongue around her lips, tasting my cum as she continues to swallow every bit of it. Finally, she smacks her lips with satisfaction.
"Mmm, you taste great."
Karen pulls me from the edge of the hot tub by my cock. I slip back into the hot water and we embrace. Her tits squish between us and she plants a deep kiss on my lips. I open my mouth and welcome her tongue still coated with my fresh cum.
I sit back, and Karen straddles me. She grinds her pussy into my cock and slides back and forth along my shaft. I feel her puffy folds surround me.
"Rob, are you still hard? You just came in my mouth and you are still swollen."
"I have a confession, I took a Viagra just before dinner. I thought we might be getting crazy in the hot tub and I want to last as long as I can."
"Gawd, I love that. I want you inside me right now. Fuck your hot mama."
Karen lifts and grabs my cock, placing it against her slit. She settles down and takes my whole seven inches in one swoop. I feel the heat of her cunt surround me. Her tits float on the swirling water as we embrace. She wraps her arms around my neck and we kiss passionately. Our tongues press together as Karen continues to grind down.
"You fill me up Rob. I can feel your thick cock throb inside my pussy. Gawd, it feels great."
We move slowly under the water as we enjoy our union. There is no rush as time stands still. We stay connected while our lips mash together. We are in our own little world focused on each other. I stare into Karen's bright blue eyes and she stares back.
"Well, look at you two going at it."
A voice interrupts our trance. Karen and I look up at the same time to see Audrey and Ginger standing by the hot tub. We were so focused on each other, we didn't hear them walk up.
"Don't let us interrupt you, we just came to join you in the hot tub. Carry on."
Audrey makes us laugh as our two new friends undress and prepare to climb in the tub. They are both wearing calico shifts which are easily removed. Audrey and Ginger are naked underneath, which doesn't surprise us. Why bother with bras and panties when the whole idea is to soak in the nude. I saw them last night and Karen saw Audrey this morning, so their nudity is nothing new, although this is Karen's first glimpse of Ginger.
Karen sees Ginger's round alabaster breasts with small red nipples and the full bush between her thighs. Ginger's nipples are already hard from the cool air, as are Audrey's. They hold hands as the help each other down into the hot tub. Ginger settles back onto the seat a few feet away from us and Audrey immediately straddles her. Their boobs squish together as they waste no time in locking lips together. Karen winks at me while we acknowledge their passion.
Ginger breaks their kiss for a moment, "So, it looks like it is just the four of us tonight. I was wondering if our new guests were going to be here. Two couples arrived this afternoon that didn't have reservations. No worries because we have plenty of space this week."
I respond, "The older couple from Nebraska were here earlier, but Karen flashed her boobs and they made a hasty exit. Ed wanted to stay, but his wife would have no part of it."
We all laugh, and Ginger affirms that Lois is a bit of a prude. She told them about her *au natural* policy and Lois seemed very offended. Ed, on the other hand had the biggest grin. Audrey says that she saw Ed walk slowly by her space a few times while she was sunning herself. Once she grabbed her tits and massaged them for his benefit. We all agree that it is probably a good thing it is just the four of us.
Audrey and Ginger resume their groping and kissing. I turn my attention back to Karen. We also kiss and grope one another while my cock stays buried in her pussy. The sky gets darker as the sun dips below the horizon. The single light bulb overhead comes on and casts gentle shadows all around.
Karen practices her kegels and squeezes down on my hard shaft. Her pussy has me in her clutches. Just as I am about to push up and begin fucking Karen, she feels a tap on her shoulder. Audrey is standing next to us with her huge breasts inches from our faces.
She whispers, "Let's change partners."
Karen looks at me and raises her eyebrows. I mouth the words *Is this OK?* She responds with a wink and nod of her head. I think to myself *well she has been with both Audrey and me, perhaps Karen wants to sample Ginger's body too.*
Karen presses her lips to mine with a hard, forceful kiss and stands up. My cock slides out of her cunt and she turns to Audrey to share a gentle kiss. I immediately feel the void as I am no longer encased in Karen's hot flesh.
"Go easy on him, he's had an eventful day."
With that said, Karen walks over to Ginger and straddles her, replacing Audrey's position. Audrey has a wide smile for me as she wraps her body around mine. She presses her firm tits and erect nipples into my chest as she grinds her pussy onto my cock just as Karen had done earlier. I look over to see Ginger and Karen engaged in a passionate kiss.
"I feel a thick hard cock Rob. Is it the one I saw last night and held this morning? I want it buried in my pussy right now. Do you want to be inside my hot wet pussy Rob?"
I cannot resist her advances and succumb to her desires. She grabs my cock and lines it up with her gash just like Karen did. Her big tits are at eye level and I can't resist sucking her pink nipple into my mouth. Audrey settles down on my erection. Her cunt feels as tight as Karen's. The heat emanating from between her thighs has me on fire. I can feel my shaft pulse as she rocks back and forth.
She whispers as she moves, "Your girlfriend over there is really hot. We had fun in the shower today. She has such a sweet pussy, but you know that already. Did she tell you I ate her pussy?"
"She did, she said her orgasm nearly made her faint. And you are correct, I am a very lucky man and I truly appreciate such a sweet, adorable pussy. Karen said she was amazed with your full bush and that she fingered you to a nice climax."
Audrey lifts gripping my shaft between her tight labia and drops down quickly. Water splashes around us as we fuck in the hot tub. My mind replays an old porn film from the 70s, except now I'm in the starring role along with Audrey.
"Fuck, your cock is so hard. It's been a while since I've had a man make love to me. You are good my friend, so good."
"Audrey, your pussy is so tight, as tight as your hand this morning. I'm not going to last much longer. I wish I could, but you are just too sexy for words. The moment I saw your tits yesterday, I knew I had to feel them against my body."
"Suck my nipples and fuck me hard Rob, I want to cum with you."
I latch onto a pink nipple and press my hips up from the bench. I slide my cock up into Audrey. She presses back down as we create a nice rhythm. We slowly fuck each other and climb to our first orgasm together. As we splash about, we watch Karen and Ginger make out.
Ginger whispers, "Audrey told me all about your time in the shower. She said you have the sweetest tasting pussy. I'd love to taste you myself. Stand up and let me eat you."
Karen stands up with her feet on the bench and her cunt level with Ginger's lips. Ginger grabs her ass cheeks and pulls Karen's pussy to her mouth. Ginger takes a tentative lick along Karen's soft, smooth outer lips. It's a new sensation for her. Ginger is used to feasting on Audrey's furry mound. Karen holds on to Ginger's shoulders to keep her balance while her pussy is devoured.
Ginger licks the soft landing strip of pubes and continues to the pink flesh of Karen's inner labia. Ginger laps up the moisture and has her first taste of sweet love juice. She wriggles her tongue in between Karen's pussy lips. The tip of her tongue pushes inside. Karen shivers. Ginger breathes through her nose as pussy juice drips on her chin.
Audrey and I watch Ginger attack Karen's pussy with her tongue, doing her best to bring on a climax. She pushes her tongue deep into Karen, pressing it against her cunt walls and lapping up the juices.
Ginger looks over at us," Geez Rob, her clit is throbbing. I love her pussy. She tastes so sweet."
Ginger returns to licking Karen and uses her fingers to spread the puffy folds. She opens her inner labia and Karen's clitoris comes into view. Ginger licks the hard nub and sucks it between her lips. Karen presses her hips against Ginger's face as her orgasm builds.
My cock continues to throb as I watch Ginger pleasure my lover. I turn my attention back to Audrey and we concentrate on our own impending climax. I pick up the pace and piston my cock into Audrey. Her pussy clamps down on me and I feel her flesh vibrate. We lock our lips together and our tongues push back and forth.
Karen climaxes suddenly, she lets a loud moan and grinds her cunt into Ginger's mouth. Ginger licks the cum covering the pink slit. Karen's legs tremble and shake while her cunt spasms. Audrey and I hear the moans and cries of ecstasy as Karen's orgasm overwhelms her body.
Karen's climax triggers our own passion and I unleash several volleys of cum deep into Audrey's vagina. With each spurt, I drill my shaft deeper and deeper. My body shakes and legs tremble.
"Audrey, I'm cumming baby. Your pussy is so hot. Do you feel my cum?"
"Oh, gawd yes Rob, that's it. I feel your hot seed. Fill me up. I can't hold back any longer. Rob, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cummmiiiinnnngggg. Argh. Yes, yes, yes."
Audrey squeezes her thighs and presses her tits against my chest. She holds me tight and climaxes with me. I feel her inner flesh pulse around my cock. We rock back and forth creating waves in the spa. Water splashes all around us as we grind our sex together and ride our wild, shared orgasm together.
Moments pass before Audrey and I settle down and my cock slips from between her pussy lips. We both draw a deep breath and end with a long, drawn out kiss. As we refocus, we look over to our mates. Karen has slipped back down into the water and they sit side by side with Karen resting her head on Ginger's shoulder. Both ladies look so content.
Audrey and Karen exchange places and I am now back in the arms of my lover. We rest comfortably against one another and contemplate the week ahead. Four bodies and one hot tub might be just the right prescription for the best camping experience ever.
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I had fallen asleep quite quickly after the escapade with Gwen, and didn't even hear the other people and my wife come in quite late that night. And then as people emerged the next morning, some early and some later, but all a bit worse for wear from the night before. Partying hard at age 50 isn't as easy to recover as when one is 20...
Around breakfast, light pastries, fruit, coffee, etc...it was a bit awkward for me especially when Gwen came down and she simply smiled at me and carried on as if nothing happened. There was nothing awkward for her. So even though I carried those images of her hands on my feet and legs, and her breasts and hair swaying over me were burned in my memory, we carried on normally.
Then around the breakfast buffet we set up, when no one else was around, Gwen came up to me and whispered, "Bob...thanks for last night...that was so sexy...I had images of your cock coming and spurting, all over me when I stroked myself last night...I think I came 3 times in like 10 minutes..."
"Wow...that's pretty crazy..." I mumbled, looking around to be sure no one else was around.
"Yes it was Bob...I haven't felt that spark in my life in years...thanks."
"Ummm, Gwen...I don't think we should say anything to anybody..."
"Don't worry. I won't. Not to worry at all."
"Thanks..." I managed to stammer, again looking around like the paranoid that I was.
Throughout the rest of the day, all else and all celebrations seems to return to normal. Festivities and logistics went on as planned and after another dinner party at a local restaurant, people began to filter out to their hotels and homes.
I got home by 10 pm, and relieved the sitter and the kids were in bed. I managed to lay down for a while and just put my feet horizontal. I was so tired from standing around all day, schmoozing with people and playing the honorable host.
Again, like the previous night, I heard someone come home. Assuming it was my wife, I just stayed in bed with my eyes closed and just lay there quietly. Then I heard the guest room door open and then someone in there rustle around for a few minutes, and then the toilet flush. I assumed Gwen was home and I began recalling the events of the night before. I would be lying if I hadn't been thinking of those events that though lasted only a few minutes, occupied my mind for most of the day.
As I was thinking about all the details and the images and the possibilities from that brief encounter, I heard my door gently open and there stood Gwen again. She had a men's type button down dress shirt on and I saw only long, lean bare legs beneath. She stood there for a few minutes, and then slowly walked towards the bed. Her dark hair was hanging freely at the crease of the buttoned shirt, opened a few buttons down. Her long legs and bare feet made their way tantalizingly towards me, and I was mesmerized by the sight.
I opened my mouth to speak and couldn't find any words.
She responded by bringing her index finger to her mouth with a silent 'shhh.'
She sat by the side of my bed, and I could feel the heat from her legs against mine and I could smell her scent and her perfume.
"Before you say anything Bob...I'll leave if you say so...but I know there's a chemistry here and I know I can fulfill some of your fantasies. And I know from what I saw last night, you can sure fill mine." She said, with a sly smile and a nod towards my crotch, with an emphasis on the word 'fill'.
"But Gwen..."
"People won't be home for a couple hours yet, and your kids are asleep. And there's not a soul in the world other than you and I who will ever know."
"But..." was about the extent of my next protestation.
She punctuated her prior comment with a slow unbuttoning of the remaining few buttons of her blouse. She didn't immediately remove it, even though she and I knew that I had seen her bare breasts the previous night. I gazed at her soft skin, her cleavage and her stomach exposed, but breasts hidden by the shirt that was hanging freely off her shoulders.
"When I was rubbing your feet last night and saw your cock grow, it made me so wet and so longing for it I could barely stand to watch you...it's been so long Bob...I've been missing a man's touch so much I can hardly stand it." Gwen began slowly reaching towards me and unbuckled my belt. Her voice softened to barely a whisper.
"It's not the same these days...it's hard for a woman to express herself with a man and not be judged...and I know I can trust you and I know this won't be complicated, " she continued as she drew my pants off, pulled my cock out from my briefs, and stroked me with her hand. I gasped at the touch of her soft hand against the growing flesh of my shaft.
"I need this Bob...you understand, don't you?" I was mostly hard when she entered the door, and then got the rest of the way there, hard as a board in seconds when she walked towards me just a moment ago.
"You have such a lovely cock Bob...I couldn't get this lovely thing out of my mind all day. I've been thinking about how this would feel in my hands, in my mouth, all over me, inside me..."
Her voice was still a soft, sultry whisper as she stroked my cock up and down, wrapping both her hands around the shaft, and feeling me throb in her palm. She looked longingly at my cock, hard and bursting in her hand. I could hardly breathe, for fear that she would go away or that this would stop, suddenly coming to our senses.
"I'm so wet already Bob...I've barely touched you and my stomach is in knots and my pussy is dripping...do you like knowing that?"
I nodded.
"I want to feel you in my mouth...is that ok Bob?"
Nod.
"I imagine that would be ok with you, right?" With that, she looked at my cock and brought her mouth to the tip and I felt her hair cascade over my thighs and stomach. I reached up and caressed her soft hair and pulled it back over her head so I could see what she was doing.
"You like to watch this, right?" I nodded again, unable to speak any intelligent reply, as her mouth opened and engulfed the head of my cock. I thought I would explode right then and there, but she just held me there, throbbing in her hand and mouth, sensing the need in me and the power of her presence.
She moaned deep in her throat a groan of satisfaction, just like the one I had, though for different reasons. She began sucking and stroking my hard cock, and I held her hair away so I could see her lips spreading around my shaft and her hands holding the base of my cock so she could stroke that and meet her lips as they worked up and down. Her saliva was dripping down my cock and I could feel the warm wetness of her mouth and lips.
I let out another groan as she tantalizingly slowly took me deeper and deeper into her mouth and into her throat. She removed her hand so that her mouth and lips could further and further engulf me deeper and deeper, until her nose was to my stomach and she held my cock in the deep recesses of her throat, throbbing and pulsating.
I think I let out some kind of unintelligible groans, but no coherent thoughts were able to organize in my head. Her mouth and throat became accustomed to my size and I felt the top of the head of my cock against the smooth and tight soft palate of her throat.
She did that a few more times, up and almost out of her mouth, and then fully down again, until I was delirious with need. She slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth, looked up and me and smiled, with a small tear in her eye. "I thought I might never do that again...but I didn't forget..."
"That's amazing Gwen..."
"Thanks Bob...your cock feels made for the back of my throat...but I don't want you to come yet, ok?"
"I'm not sure I can take that again..."
"That's ok...because I need to do something else before you do."
She quickly knelt over me, and then I could see she had on no underwear, and her pussy gently hovered over my wet, throbbing cock. She took the head of my cock, and stroking it, held it at the entrance to her pussy, lips puffy and shiny with her need and wetness. She rubbed my cock against her outer lips, or rather it seemed that she was using my cock to stroke herself...whichever way it didn't matter. My cock was so hard and she was so wet. We were both intently looking at the joining of our sexes as she deftly guided me to enter her hot, waiting pussy.
"Oh my god..." Gwen said, as my cock opened the entrance to her pussy, and entered inch by inch as she slid me deeply into her.
"Oh...oh..." was about all I could manage, as I became inevitably buried to the hilt and felt her pelvis grind against me. We both held still, savoring the sensation of penetration. She brought my hands to her breasts that were now deliciously exposed by the parted shirt. She held my hands there tightly, as if squeezing her own breasts and my hands were just there in the middle. I felt her inner muscles squeezing me, drawing me in deeper and deeper, as if that were still possible.
""Bob...oh Bob...I needed this...your cock feels so, so good inside me..."
"You feel incredible...so incredible."
She began a gentle rocking motion with a grind of her pelvis at the bottom, moving herself against me to maximize our pleasure...or hers. I was just happy being her fuck toy. She was so sensual, so sexy rocking on top of me, eyes clamped shut, her full breasts now in my hands, and just savoring the long lost pleasure of being full of a long, hard cock.
She brought one hand down to her pussy and I could see her long finger work its way between our bodies and start playing with her clit when it wasn't pressed against my pelvis. She sat upright and the sight of this immensely sexy woman, eyes narrowed with lust, breasts swaying and nipples hard into my hands, and slowly rocking back and forth while her hand was strumming her clit was incredibly sexy and I was trying to burn it into my memory.
"This is going to make me come Bob...I can feel it...don't come yet, ok..." It was more of a statement rather than a question. Though I was almost going to come when she had me buried in her mouth, this current action was pleasurable but not imminent for me.
"I'm good...you are so sexy Gwen...I want to see you come..."
She kept that rocking and grinding thing going, and not as much in and out. She had the motion going and she was looking down at me, down at my hands on her breasts and my fingers pulling and firmly pinching and twirling her hard nipples. Her eyes became narrower and narrower and I could sense her approaching peak.
"Oh Bob...right there...keep doing it like that...right there..." was her sultry moan to my firm thrusts and my pinching her nipples a bit harder than I had been doing.
"Come baby...come for me...come on me..."
"Oh yeah...that's it...gonna come...oh...yes...yes...yes..." she moaned, her eyes now tightly shut with the approaching orgasm and then when she came, she felt forward onto my chest, still keeping me deep inside her throbbing pussy completely covering me with her body and her hair as she stifled her scream into the pillow and into my neck.
After a few moments and after her breathing slowly returned to normal, I felt her orgasm ebb and she sat up a little bit, hair falling over her face but allowing us room to breathe.
"God, that was great...I haven't had that kind of orgasm in years...nothing bought can compare to the real thing...thank you Bob..."
"You're more than welcome...that was amazing to see you and feel you come like that. I'm sorry it's been so long for you. Gets pent up, doesn't it?" I said, still hard and feeling her juices dripping down between my legs, throbbing deeply inside her.
"Sometimes things just aren't fair...but this helps..."
We sat there for a few moments, pressing into each other and savoring the sensations and smells of our coupling and the newness of different lovers.
"Bob...would you do me one more favor before you come?"
"Sure...if I can..."
"Oh, I'm quite sure you can..." she said, punctuating her comment with a quick up and down thrust and grind combo thing.
She slowly sat up further and removed my cock from her tight pussy and we both let out a disappointing groan of emptiness. She held my cock in her hand and got to her knees on the bed, lovely ass pointing in the air.
"Fuck me like this, would you please? It's one of my most favorite positions and I have missed it so."
"I think I can oblige that request." I got to my knees and guided my aching cock to her still very wet pussy. No further help was required to sink deeply into her, which I promptly did with much mutual satisfaction and groans to go with it.
"Just shut up and fuck me a bit...fuck me hard..."
"Ok...ok...if you insist." I began to gear up the fucking, watching her ass twitch and her pussy lips accept easily my deep thrusts. She arched her back and shoved back against me as I gave her what she needed. I reached down and held her tits, pawing and squeezing like a teenager as I fucked her hard, just like she wanted pounding myself into her with thrust after thrust, our bodies slapping together. She lowered her chest to the bed and reached that one knowing hand to her clit again and helped herself reach another orgasm before I could get off. The smell of sex was powerful and I felt I needed to come so badly.
She buried her face into the pillow and I could hear her scream as she came and her pussy was throbbing against me quite buried to the hilt. I loved that she came so easily and so deeply. Perhaps it was just having been without for so long. Perhaps she was just like that.
She just held me there, with her hand clutching her pussy and her other hand reaching back to hold my hips to her ass. I waited again for her orgasm to subside and just marveled at this woman who was so sexy, so sensual, so filled with lust and felt so sorry that she was so in need of a man to give her a good old fashioned fucking. There were lots of guys who would die to have this gorgeous creature with them for an hour.
"Oh god, I needed that so bad...a girl just needs to get fucked once in a while..." Gwen uttered, still a bit short of breath as she returned back to reality.
"You don't say..."
"Yes I do say...it's true." She reached back a bit further with one hand and stroked my balls, tight to my body and aching with need for release. "Don't worry dear Bob...you'll get yours...I'll be sure to give you the reward you so richly deserve."
She pulled forward and once again, removed my cock from her deep recess, and rolled to her back. "One more thing...please...like this..." She spread her legs wide and her pussy was wet, soaking in fact, and gaping for more. She reached forward with her arms and pulled me towards her and guided my cock back to her core.
"Lay on top of me like this and I'll let you come this time...you've been a very good boy for me dear Bob..." she aimed my cock at her opening and then arched her back as I moved inside her once again. Her legs opened wide and then wrapped around my back and kept pulling me into her with each stroke. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth with each stroke and her hands pulled my ass towards her as I fucked her again, harder and harder, not being able to stop if I wanted or if someone came home.
I looked down at this wonderful creature beneath me and just fucked. I couldn't do anything else. Nothing else mattered. This was how it was supposed to be.
We stared into each others eyes and I could see raw lust in her eyes, dripping with need and I wanted to possess her, go deeper and deeper into that pool of passion.
"Are you going to come Bob...ready to come I think..." she pleaded, drawing me deeper and deeper into her, and closer and closer to climax.
"I want your come on my Bob...I want to see it, to feel it, to taste it, ok? On me...come...come baby..." she urged, and I could feel my orgasm approach. Almost there. Going to come now...
"That's it...it's there...I can tell...do it...come on me...I need it...Bob...come..."
I couldn't stand it anymore...I pulled out and her hand replaced her pussy and I fucked her hand slick with her juices and shot my come all over her body, the first full dollop sailed up to her face and landing on her cheek, then the second spurt onto her neck and then her chest and finally spurt after pleasurable spurt onto her waiting stomach and dripping down her hand.
All the while, she moaned with each volley that landed onto her skin. When I could finally watch, she was still holding my pulsing cock in her hand, watching the last drops emerge, her other hand was rubbing the precious fluid into her skin, neck and I saw her look up at me, taking the come to her lips and mouth.
"God, that was good...you taste so good...so sexy, so like a man's come should taste..."
"And I thank you Gwen...that was insanely fun and exciting...you are a wonderful and sexy woman and should have that all the time."
"Don't I wish...it just ain't so easy anymore..."
We lay together for a few more moments and then reality caught up with us as we realized that we had to clean up not only ourselves, but the bed and the remnants of sex there. This we accomplished quickly and got back to our regular lives. Nothing further has been said or hinted ever since, and I have not directly heard from Gwen again. But I sure look forward to the next reunion.
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House Guest Ch. 02
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Box of Fetishes Vomit Porn
A happy couple becomes bored of sex. Blasphemous I know, in order to add a bit more spice to their relationship they decide to throw into a box/hat a bunch of common fetishes and some fetishes that is only enjoyed by one side of the party, but the other is willing to try. What is tonight's fetish, well lets just say it isn't what goes into the mouth that matter, more of what comes out that counts. VOMIT PORN!! I can happily say that I can write it. One hour was spent on the 1644 word story, and a real quick edit pass for major grammer was done. Enjoy
It was early morning, when the door to the small studio apartment slammed open. It was a surprise the neighbors didn't complain about the loud thud on the almost paper thin walls. Not that the Jamesons had much to yell about, their failed relationship fights where louder then a shot gun held point black to an ear. Probably hurt more then one too, at least toward one another. A couple staggered through the open door frame, their shadows casted along the soft carpet, framed in light from the hall. The amber light flooded and stretched over a leather couch in a perfect rectangle, before it went dark as the door was kicked shut by a black and white collie.
The room was dark and quiet, save for the sounds of a deep, passionate sloppy kiss. The distinct sound of two canine's tongues wrapped around each other and their accompanied, combatant pants from wet noses echoed very little in the open room. A light flicked on and illuminated the open room with crisp amber light. A small kitchen off to the left and on the right a bed, which in front of it was a large, flat panel television screen. It sat idly on top of a modest entertainment center, which consisted of various dvds and electronic devices to play them. Though at that time, the couple who hastily made their way to the couch against the left wall didn't need that form of entertainment. No, the tents in the tight jeans that hugged each of their bodies was indication enough, that the night was to be filled with more primal entertainment.
With an oof and a creek the two bodies landed on the leather couch. The collie landed on top of the broad A-frame chest of the english bull dog. Their legs entwined just as tight if not tighter then their broad tongues. The collie's lips touched the bull dog's own as they both began to press and grind their groins together.
The collie was the first to moves his head away, "You're such a fucking beast Jared. You ate so much at the table."
The black and white gloved paws tore at Jared's shirt. Each button popped open and hit a few near by pieces of furniture. The collie began to lick at the exposed pectorals of the magnificently built dog. Jared growled low in his chest as he watched the thinner dog worship his body. Each button popped away until the bit of useless fabric was nothing but decoration on the beautiful brown and black, water colored splotched fur.
"Easy boy, don't get yourself to worked up. I don't want to miss a thing that comes out of your mouth," the bull dog had a deeper voice that vibrated the entire frame of the couch.
Jared reached up and began to peel the shirt off of the collie's body. The dogs chest was flat, but as he shifted and moved the definition shown and shattered the illusion the dog was weak. Jared's large paws snaked their way to the tightly packed ass. The claws dug into the fabric and scraped, pulled those collie cheeks apart. Jared couldn't take it anymore he wanted to get straight to the activities. His paws left the collie's rump and moved to his own jeans, which barely restrained the beast within. His button pulled through the slit in the jeans and the zipper was pulled down quickly. Jared's brown sheath, curled around at the base of a large and erect dog cock.
"Get those fucking pants off of you Collie pig. I want to see all of you before feeling that muzzled wrapped around my dick." The bull dog commanded and the pig obeyed.
Pig quickly pulled off his jeans before attacking Jared's naval, he knew that the spot in the back of the pit drove the dog wild. As he continued this, Jared reached into his pocket and retrieved a brown vial. He unscrewed the cap and began to pour a bit of the liquid onto his chest, just above the tongue that lapped hungrily at his abs and naval. The pig new what it was and his thin, red dog cock jumped with excitement. It shot a long rope of pre over the Jared's jean covered legs. The pig moved his tongue down to the cock as Jared fed the collie a bit more of the liquid.
It was when the pig began lapping at the larger dog's cock tip that the first lurch hit him. He felt his stomach contract as he expelled the night's dinner over the tight abs, cock and sheath of the bull dog. Little specks of undigested carrot, peas and chicken slid down and pooled at Jared's jeans. The pig ate soup in preparation for this very night.
"Look at that mess pig, lick it up." Jared said as he pulled the dog by the ears over to his hard and vomit covered dick.
The pig eagerly sucked on his vomit as he took in Jared's cock. His muzzle sucked down on it and began to bob eagerly. Pre mixed with the viral taste of second dinner and digestive fluid, swirled around within the pig's mouth. Loud sucking noises could be heard as the damp black nose began to leak snot over the shaft. Another lurch hit the pig as his muzzle filled with another volley of puke. It splashed out and onto Jareds large and juicy balls while the rest was swallowed back down, along with that hard spire of flesh. After a few moments of this Jared ripped the collie from his cock, just in time to catch a volley of spittle and puke to his pecs.
Jared turned around and slid back on the couch and pulled the pig up onto it. The collie panted and looked a mess with drool and snout that ran down his muzzle. Jared's chest dripped long strands of vomit onto the pig's lithe black and white splotched chest. He took a swig of the liquid from the brown bottle and positioned his shaft in between the pigs tight cheeks. Jared's scrunched and wrinkled face was just above the collie's own as he began to kiss the dog.
At the same time Jared's hips thrusted forward and shoved his thick shaft into that collie's hole. The vomit made a great lube, combined with the long shots of clear doggy pre. The couch began to rock as the dog gave the collie a hard fuck from start to finish. His muscles could be seen as they rolled and flexed under the short fur. The collie's tail could be seen as it wagged between those muscled thighs energetically. It paused briefly when he felt the bull dog lurch forward. Jared's back arched as a large stream of vomit splashed out of the stout bull dog face and filled the collie muzzle and splashed over the neck and chest. The bull dog panted after the mighty heave, hips never stopped for a second.
The collie could feel his longer fur matt together as the hot liquid slide down and onto the couch below. His cock throbbed and shot ropes of pre onto his belly as the bull dog pounded harder. He felt Jared clench again, muzzle open eyes clenched shut as another stream of soup exited his body and onto the black and white chest. The collie couldn't take it anymore as his shaft throbbed and began to fire long ropes of watery white cum over his chest. The liquid mixed with the bile infused vomit on his chest. The collie felt his stomach lurch again as he expelled even more over his chest. Though mostly bile and mucus this time, the sight alone was enough to set the bull dog off.
His mouth clenched shut in a very powerful O face. His thick shaft pulsed and tied with the collie as hotter, watery seed began to fill the lithe collie. A sputter of his droopy lips and long strands of mucus vomit formed at Jared's mouth as he forced down another bout of bile. But he lost and it spewed out of his closed mouth and over his chest. His mouth opened as he began panting, spitting the vomit stuck between his teeth onto the collie.
"Fuck I'm filling you full tonight Sam," Jared panted as he leaned over the collie.
Sam and Jared's noses touched as they each gave each other a deep and longing kiss. Each of their tongue explored the other's muzzles, licking away bits of food and bile. Their wet chests squelched against each other as they laid there on the soiled couch. Nosing each other softly as Jared burbs a bit.
"Still think you got some in ya Jare? Cause that first one you did seemed to empty your stomach completely over my chest. It was so hot, some splashed in my eye." The collie's tail wagged, it seemed to be the only part of him not wet and covered in vomit.
"No, I got it all out," Jared replied and looked over the soiled couch, "lets not make this a habit okay? Or at least not a habit on the couch?"
"Deal. I wonder what fetish we'll draw out of the hat next. It was a great idea you had with that. Putting all of our like fetishes and one un-liked fetish into a box. Sex was got boring quick when you have a fuck dog who has the stamina of a rabbit."
"I agree I hope the next one out is urethra play. I'd love to insert a catheter and cum into your bladder."
The collie shifted as his ears lowered, still firmly planted on the knot, "We'll see...next time..."
(Finished in an hour with a minor edit pass)
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Boxes of fetish (Vomit fetish) by Rotten730
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The days had passed and Dad and I pretended like nothing ever happened that morning. Mom was unaware of any strange behavior. Even though we pretended to be the same it was evident to me between the glances and smiles dad would give I had turned him on.
After a week had passed I had come to the belief it was a fluke moment between us and things were almost back to normal. Friday night came and as predictable as can be Mom was on her way out the door. Things were pretty silent as Dad and I finished dinner and settled in for the night. My boyfriend was being a jerk so I was not going out. I rather mope around the house. Not feeling so bold I went to my room clicked on the TV and getting comfortable for bed. Taking a quick shower, I placed on a night shirt and a pair of light yellow full bottom panties. Then I settled on my bed for the evening as I watched TV.
Around ten o’clock Dad poked his head in the door wearing boxer shorts, to say good night. I asked him if every thing was alright maintaining his attention for another minute. He came in and sat beside me. I leaned over and hugged him as he planted a kiss on my head. He was about to get up when I asked, “Dad you know how you always say we can talk about anything?”
Dad held me and says, “Anything you need to talk about I am here for you.”
I know I surprised him by asking, “Why do you stay with mom when you know she is off every weekend with some guy? You do know that is what she is doing?” I think he thought I was going to ask a boyfriend question.
Dad took his time being silent before saying, “I know she is with other men.” Then dad became silent again.
I looked up at him moving about a little and said, “I don’t understand. If you know, then why when she comes home you act like nothing happens and every thing is great!”
Dad replied with some stuff and basically danced all around my question with out answering it. I grabbed his hand holding it in my own upon my bare leg and said, “Dad I want to know you said you would always be honest with me. This bothers me because I do not understand why mom is out right now doing something with another guy and you seem to be ok with it?”
Dad started to explain this whole bunch of garbage and I interrupted him saying, “Daaad, just answer me!”
Dad then took a deep breath and says, “Yes your mother is with other men, but I enjoy it.”
I was dumbfound and had to ask, “Enjoy it? How do you enjoy it?” Now sitting Indian style I rotated toward him as to listen intently.
Dad thought for a moment then trying to relate he said, “Let’s say you and your boy friend are having sex.” I nodded, “Then let’s suppose he says to you he wants you to have sex with his buddy.” I look at him strange. He says, “Of course a buddy that you have always wanted secretly. Would that get you excited?”
I think about that for a bit and then saying, “Yea I suppose so but what did it do for my boyfriend?”
Dad says, “Well seeing you in that wanting state is a real turn on, and to give you something you really want is a turn on. Not to mention the sex after is very hot because of your aroused state. You see?”
I look at dad and still not sure what he is saying is the truth. I question him, “So what about you while mom is out doing her thing what do you do?”
Dad nervous laughed a bit then replied, “I do what men all around the world do.” Making a jerking motion with his hand.
I said, “I guess if you say so, it just does not seem to make sense to me. Why would you not be with other woman having sex, if mom is with other men?”
Dad says reaching around holding me tight, “Because, I don’t know why honestly. I like my time I spend with your mom and I never thought about being with another woman. And this conversation has reached the end my young inquisitive one. Good night.”
Dad moved to get up, but I held his hand firm to my leg. With a pouting look I asked, “Can I ask one more thing before you go?” There I sat fluttering my eyes and a begging look on my face.
Dad moved so he was facing me and one leg under his bum and the other hung off the edge of the bed. I smiled from ear to ear as I knew that was a yes. I looked at his boxers only for a second and I think his eyes caught me. But I couldn’t help glancing down at his groin the image of his penis was just visible as the thin silky material pressed firmly against it. The out line of the curled limp shaft and the bulbous head made me want to look more.
I cleared my throat and gulped hard then said, “The other day you know when we were outside?” I dropped my look to the bed, but now I was looking right at his dick. I became flush with a rush of cold and scared.
Dad gave a long Yeah as to wonder what my question was. I looked up at him and began to ask, “If mom didn’t come home.” I could feel myself becoming sexually excited in my fear but I had to know. I fought for ways to ask and then continued, “And you were watching me, how far would you have let it go?” I could now see the slight pulse in his dick as his hand lifted my chin to look at him.
Dad smiled at me and with a deep inhale and then breathing out just said, “Hun it was a moment I wouldn’t have let you really do any thing even though you looked so cute all aroused. I figured I would just let you play out your fantasy a little.”
I gave him a sarcastic smile of doubt before saying, “Well you were just as aroused as I was, or does your penis always poke out the top of your trunks? Don’t make it out like it was just me. Or were you just so horny because mom would be home from her night of getting laid?” Then I tossed my legs out and rolled onto my side facing away from him. I was angry at his denial and he knew it.
I felt his hand on my shoulder. I gave a shrug and rolled onto my stomach with my head quickly placed under the pillows. Again I felt his hand on my back as it rubbed down my spine about half way then I could feel the warmth of his hand on my skin. I knew my shirt must have lifted when I tossed, but I didn’t care. His warm hand stopped at the top of my panties and rubbed back up this time remaining on my skin under my shirt. When he reached my shoulders he gave a squeeze then repeated the motion.
I could hear as dad confessed to being a bit aroused and apologized for being inconsiderate to me. Explaining it was not something he thought was appropriate and was not ready to admit to me out of fear.
I lifted my head with a frowning look then as his hand reached my neck and squeezed again. I asked with a plea, “Could you rub my neck and shoulders a little? That feels so good please.”
Dad knew he had just been suckered into a giving a back rub out of guilt as he gave a light groan. Then said, “Fine, but I need to go to the bathroom first give me a second.” With that he exited the room.
I Lifted the back of my shirt so it was over my head, but the front still covered my breasts. I placed my face back between the two pillows and waited.
I felt the bed shift a bit as dad climbed on. At first he knelt at my side and began to rub my shoulders and neck. I gave out a groan as it was almost painful his hard grasp of my muscles.
As time passed he rubbed my arms and then as he began to knead his way down my back I felt his leg straddle me. He was seated just below my ass across my legs. I waited as his hand worked their way down my back at a slow steady pace. When he began rubbing my ass cheeks I was so relaxed I just laid there and felt his fingers digging into my bum. He was really good and soon moved down my legs then to my feet.
One at a time he lifted my feet and rubbed them intently while he did this I could almost feel him parting my legs ever so slightly. I became flush wondering just how wet I had become earlier? I wondered if he could tell. I knew if he saw between my legs the yellow would not be the same light yellow. I froze for a second, and then thought I should stop him.
Just at that moment dad put my second foot down and began to move at the same pace back up my legs. This time however he was kneeling down between my legs. I waited quietly as his hands made their way to my inner thigh. With in seconds his hands were on the bottom most part of my ass. He spread my ass continuing the massage. I realized quickly his fingers were in the underside of my panties as they felt my bare skin of my bum.
Then like I never expected I felt his two thumbs with the aid of his hands on my cheeks Knead in between my legs. I knew the thumbs were placed right between my pussy and ass. This felt so intense; I lifted my head up quickly and looked over my shoulder at him. His hands froze in position. I could feel myself drip. With out a word I laid back down. He remained paused for a moment.
Then I felt his thumbs making little motionless circles. His fingers kept my cheeks spread as his thumbs slowly danced lower. When they reached my exceptionally wet lips I wanted to say “Ok dad that is far enough!” Instead I remained quiet becoming more aroused by the second. The feeling made me think it was my boyfriend touching me and I was getting caught up in the moment. The skilful gentle touch kept reminding me it was my dad making me drip with horny anticipation.
I wanted to reach down and rub my clit so hard. Instead I clenched my fingers into the bed under the pillow. I felt his hand as it cupped my crotch slide over my pussy so his palm rested over my pussy. Only then did I realize just how wet I was. I then felt his hand rubbing me openly. I was lost in the moment. I lifted my hips up to give him a better access. Like the wind he took the opportunity to remove my panties.
I was not too interested at the moment as all I wanted to do was orgasm hard. I think I might have pissed my self when I felt his two fingers enter my pussy. I was so wet I could hear the squish sound each time his fist bottomed out.
With the other hand dad parted my cheeks and without notice suddenly I felt his tongue touch my anus. I lifted my hips off the bed slightly and rocked into his fingers. I was going out of my mind. My dad just licked my ass. He was teasing me with slow strokes not letting me cum and every so often would dab his tongue in my pussy or touch my anus.
Finally I had to cry out, “Make me cum!” My legs were as spread as they could go, my hands gripped the headboard. My mouth now bit down on the pillow.
I really was not expecting him to do what happened next. Dad with little hesitation entered me. I was at a loss at first. Not knowing exactly what just filled me for a brief instance. Then I felt his thick sausage sliding into me a little further.
My head flipped around as I said, “No! You can’t!” I also knew he already had it in me, and he knew I was also on the pill. I fought with my mind for a reason why he can’t. I could now feel him press it all the way in as his pubic hair touched the tight skin of my ass. My mouth opened in a moment of shock and delight.
Dad leaning his big sculpted body into me placed his lips over mine. At the same time I felt his hands squeeze onto my perked breasts. My aching erect nipples as if it were possible became more erect. Our tongues touched for the first time. I let out a moan of submission, I wanted so badly for my dad to make me his.
Feeling his hips begin to move and his cock pumping into me making my pussy lips spread wider than ever. I began to orgasm, holding onto his arm like I was hugging a teddy bear I came hard. I broke the kiss to scream out as the shuddering climax ripped through me. I was lost I may even have blacked out slightly.
My body shook as it was consistently slammed hard. My head felt like a nail being driven by a hammer into the head board. Stopping dad held my hips just off the bed as his cock seated deeply within me squirted off. With a loud grunt I could feel the throb on my parted lips and then a piss of fluid streaming into me. I began my own mini orgasm as I felt him Cumming. I was delirious out of my mind with mixed emotions and the grinding on my pussy felt oh so good.
He leaned his sweaty body back over mine planting small kisses into my neck. Then holding me tight we rolled to the side in a spooning position. I was going to close my legs but really couldn’t from the girth of his erection still in me. In stead I wrapped that upper leg over his and pushed back into his slowly deflating cock. Being careful to not squeeze hard to make him pop out I was enjoying the moment. I wanted to say something but was at a loss for words so we both just kept quiet. He was holding me just under my breasts and I was holding his big arms.
It seemed longer but was more like a minute or two. The cock reached the stage it was slowly being squeezed out by my small body. With a little whimper from me it popped out and laid slick and wet on my lower leg. I felt empty for a few moments as my crotch constricted the open passage trying to return to where it used to be.
We were quiet for a while I could hear the TV and the breath of my dad in my ear. Every time I thought about what had just happened I was sick to my stomach then I was happy. I was giving off a little under breath laugh to myself of confusion. It had felt so good, but yet I couldn’t control the emotions inside. At the same time I know it was all so wrong.
Dad’s fingers specifically his thumbs continued to feel my nipples as for the next fifteen minutes we managed to just be quiet. When I felt dad suck on my earlobe it sent a thrill down through my body causing my pussy to tighten and forcing some of his sperm to trickle out between us. Dad didn’t seem to care as it puddled up a bit and squished between our skins. His fingers were tweaking my nipples making them very perky which was making me aroused.
I felt his cock twitch on my lower leg while he sucked more playfully on my ear and neck. Reaching down I took hold of it and began a gentle massage. The cock was still seeping fluid making the shaft slippery to my touch. It felt bigger than my boyfriends but not as big as it felt inside me. Dad gave a slight moan of approval to my fondling, as he placed kisses on my neck. It was making me not think strait as I asked him, “What are you doing to me?”
Dad whispered in my ear,”Nothing you didn’t want me to do.”
I continued stroking lightly on his shaft as his head moved to where he could feed himself one of my nipples. The sight of him sucking my nipple at first scared me as to the reality of my dad was sucking my nipple. He was so handsome looking, as the side of his cheek sucked in and the stubble of his face touched my soft milky white breasts. I felt that tingle in my crotch as he sucked hard. My hand brushed his hair as he sucked more. My body was quickly betraying me as I was becoming so aroused by the moment. My mind was sick I know my dad had just had sex with me, but now I wanted him to do it more than ever.
I placed the almost hard cock between my wet pussy lips and with the head just resting at the soaked hole. I jerked the shaft squeezing it on the way up to harden it, pushing it into my self. In about ten strokes I could feel dad’s cock was stiff enough to enter. Try as I did it seemed as I lowered so did he. I knew he was either teasing me severely or up to something. With all the nipple attention I was going out of my mind. I blurted out, “Just fu!” I froze mid word I realized in one breath. I had never sworn in front of Dad.
Dad lifted his head so his face was directly in front of mine and inquired, “What do you want?”
I moved both hands up and pulled him to me as I kissed him and sucked on his tongue so hard like it was a cock. I needed him so badly and I couldn’t say anything. As I continued to suck on his tongue I felt his fingers twirling in my pussy. I was pushing my hips to make contact but he was teasing me all the more. I broke the tongue suck and out of breath whispered, “Please.”
Dad kissed my lips and asked, “Tell me what you want? I want to hear you say it.”
I took a deep breath and swallowed as he continued to stare at me I looked back. My mouth watered to kiss him. I staggered out, “I want you to .” I was so horny breathing heavy. “Are you going to; will you please?”
His hand was rubbing firmly over my clit and I could feel the tip of his cock still just pressing my opening. I tried to move my body down onto him. He looked at me and said, “You want me to fuck you? Then say it.”
I looked right at him as the words came out, “I want you to fuck me.” I felt flush, it was an intense moment I was not only saying fuck in front of him, but I was being vulgar asking my dad to fuck me.
The feeling of him entering me was out of this world I could feel the expansion as his cock pushed into me. My mouth opened slightly as I took in the moment looking right at him. When he was fully inside he paused and again said, “What do you want?”
My eyes were gazing at him I felt his fingers back on my breasts pinching my straining nipples. I muttered out, “I want you to make me feel good.”
Dad pinched harder as he said, “I want to hear my little girl swear, I know you swear when I am not around. Just like I know you are having sex with your boyfriend. So stop holding back and tell me what you really want.”
I closed my eyes a little and said, “Right now I need to fucked by your fucking big cock. So fuck me!” With that I reached around and planted my finger nails into the flesh of his firm ass hard pulling him into me.
He began to grind his organ into me. I felt the shaft as it pulled the fat mushroom head back and fourth. Like a violin his cock was playing my opening. In moments my eyes were rolling back as he pumped at a steady pace. Dad was twiddling my breasts and alternately pinching a nipple. His mouth was firmly biting on my neck and I was in deep lust. My mind raced as I neared an orgasm feeling it come on with a thunderous blow to my pussy. I let out a loud moan that was echoing back through my mind. Oh it rushed through my entire body like electricity.
Dad never broke pace and was still pumping hard as I came down from the climax. God it felt so fucking good I couldn’t get enough of it. Like I had waited my whole life to feel this stretching cock itch my pussy. Coming back to reality I laid almost limp as he continued a slightly slower assault, slow but a firm pace. My nipples became extremely sensitive to his touch and sent quivers down my pussy.
Moving about dad shifted then lifting my leg up he moved, he tried to keep it in but it came out. Lying down on my back with my legs spread he guided his cock back in. Then placing an arm on either side he leaned in and we kissed. My hands fell to his chest feeling the large pectoral muscles and my legs just curled around his ass. We fucked like this for a real long time. As wet and lubed as I was I was beginning to feel a little tender down there.
Breaking the kiss I asked, “Are you going to cum soon?”
Dad looked at me and asked, “Are you ok? I can stop I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shook my head no as small tears of love emotions crept from my eyes. I ran my fingers down his stomach and back up saying, “No I want you to finish inside me. The second time is better right?”
Dad kissed my lips and then with his finger wiped my tears and placed them to his lips. Then said with a smile, “This will be the third tonight! I just never stopped after the second.”
I smiled with a small sniffle and asked, "How long have you wanted to pausing fuck me?”
Dad placed his arms so he was looking down at me and says, “Kay how long have you wanted to fuck me?” Leaning back to sit up on his knees his thumb stroked my clit as he slowly fucked me.
I was quiet not wanting to answer his question either. Then as he was pinching my clit while he looked at it so intently I asked, “So who is better me or mom?” I let out a giggle.
Dad pushed deep into me and said, “You both have unique qualities. It would be hard to compare. Physically you’re both very close. But your pussy tastes ‘Mmm’, and feels incredible if that is what you mean? But she does things you don’t.”
I looked at him and replied, “Like have sex with other guys? You really like that don’t you?”
Dad nodded his head, “Yes it is a real turn on.”
I said, “Well I have sex with James, does that turn you on?”
He kind of snarled and replied, “Not really the same thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“You mother has sex with men, whom I want her to have sex with.”
I could feel his excitement in the topic and my own curiosity was sparking a bit of excitement in me. I asked, “So you know the men mom is with?”
Dad’s pace began to pick up slightly, “Yes, I know them.”
I smirked at him and asked, “Have you ever, like with them and mom?”
Dad answered, “You mean a Threesome where we both fuck her? Yes! For God sakes Kay my cock is inside you fucking your pussy I think it will be Ok if you speak freely to me. I want you to do that; it turns me on.”
“Dad did you want me to fuck your friends for you too?” I met his hand on my clit with my own hand. “Would that turn you on to see one of your buddies fucking me?”
He leaned in and said nothing as he kissed me his hips were thrusting into me at a rapid pace. My tongue played with his for the moment. My arms pulled him close on top of me as my nipples poked into his hairy chest they ached.
Sensing the excitement I prodded him further. Talking into his ear, “You want me to do that? Do you think your friends would want to fuck me like you are?”
He let out a small,”Mm hmm.” In my ear as he bit my neck.
I wanted to make him cum in the worst way and the topic was turning me on as well. I humped back at him as he drove his cock home. I said, “I will do it for you as long as you are always in the room while I do it.”
Dad bit my neck hard and started to cum he slammed my pussy furiously as the shaft felt so big. Finally he held it in tight. I jumped through my skin grunting and grinding on him. I was burning as he filled me with his sperm. My hands scratched at his back and my feet wrapped tight.
Slowly the spurts from his body faded to a halt. His teeth released my neck and it still hurt where he bit me. We remained frozen for a long time before he moved. The feeling of withdrawal of his cock hurt as it finally came out. I knew the muscles down there were sore and unresponsive as the opening remained in an open state. He placed a finger in my opening and ran it around the edge.
Dad asked, “What about James? His little pecker is not going to fit so tight anymore in my little girl?”
I retorted, “What about mom her little pecker is going to be limp?” With a childish tease look sticking out my tongue.
Getting up dad shut off the TV, turned out the light, and placed the covers over my well used naked body. I was almost hurt inside as he left the room. He just left no good night nothing. I was wide eyed as I looked into the dark ceiling. All these emotions ran through my mind. I wondered in a brief moment did he still love me. I began to cry silently as the tears rolled down my cheeks.
The side of the bed moved I was frightened at first but then realized it was dad. He snuggled in close and felt the tears. He asked if I needed to talk. I shook my head and managed to get out, “No I wouldn’t know what to say right now; we can talk in the morning if that is ok with you.” Then I curled up half on his chest as he held me. I loved him back just as dearly as I fell asleep.
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*This is the first story that I have written in the first person narrative for Literotica.
And that is because this is the first story that is absolutely true and without embellishment, as it comes directly out of my own sex life.
Besides the names, nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing else has been changed. I obtained permission from all parties involved to put it down in words.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy occasionally reliving it, on those days where wistful daydreams dance upon the distant horizons of my spank bank skies.*
I sat across the table from my best friend from high school, Arielle, and her charming husband Dean.
All through school Arielle and I had been inseparable. We'd met during our freshman orientation and hit it off immediately. She had attended a different middle school than I, but we had loads in common and it became very quickly clear how amazingly we were going to get along. Unfortunately for me, there was a very solid friend-zone vibe straight from the beginning, and like many guys before me in the history of the world, sometimes you sacrifice the intensity of a crush in order to develop an amazing friendship.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't always have a thing for her...but the tradeff of the friendship had been well worth the sacrifice of the fantasy.
Now here we were in our mid 20's, and talking about all of the adult things we'd been up to in the 7 years since graduation. I was working at a publishing company in New York City. Arielle was in her second year of marriage to Dean, whom she'd met in medical school. He was just beginning his residency while she'd recently been hired on as a nurse at a nearby hospital. It was a hectic life, but they seemed to be happy and doing well.
I'd driven down to visit them where they lived in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania earlier that Friday after receiving a surprise call from Arielle the previous week asking if I was free. It had been six months since I'd last seen her and she brought up the idea of me coming down to stay for the weekend. I jumped at the chance.
After packing up a duffle for the weekend and throwing my mountain bike into the back of the SUV I made the three-hour drive down to their condo.
Arielle had rushed out to meet me when I got there and wrapped me up in one of her marvelously tight hugs. Some things never changed.
Now here we were, a couple of hours later sitting around their dinner table laughing at old stories and catching up on new ones. There was an empty wine bottle, six beer bottles, and some shot glasses that painted a fairly clear story of just how our night had gone so far.
Arielle had somehow grown even sexier as she had gotten older. She didn't peak in high school...she just kept, well, peaking. She was like a lava flow building a mountain from underwater. Somehow she just seemed to keep growing into something even more impressive as time went by.
It would be hard to describe in perfect majesty just how hot Arielle was. Hyperbole might seem abundant in the undertaking, but, alas, I must make it very clear to you just what this ball of fire looked like before I continue on with this chronicling. It is crucial that you understand this going in, so that you can fully realize the power she so easily wielded.
Her skin looked liked she slept overnight in a soaking tub full of vanilla-bean lotion. She had blonde hair that she wore layered at a medium-short length, with curls that seemed to jump up and kiss her neck and cheeks like desperate fingers. She had Liv Tyler blue eyes and dimples on her cheeks that seemed more like they were painted on by a pastoral master. When she smiled her soft creamy skin seemed to glow—it was the type of smile that was suggestive, as if she was always up to something. She always seemed to be wearing some strange summerlive tan, even in the dead of winter. Her freckles charted star formations across her shoulders and neck and softly across her cheeks though less pronounced. Her lips were almost effortlessly naughty...like if she smiled at you in a bar you might go a little week in one knee as if a friend had pushed the back of your locked leg during the middle of a pool shot.
I'd seen men walk into things numerous times as they walked past her in public. I'd seen teachers in class lose their train of thought when she walked in wearing a skirt that was shorter than standardized testing.
Her body curved like Aphrodite. She had these C-Cup breasts that always seem to be lifting out of whatever shirt she was wearing as if they filled with some sort of heavenly helium. She was always wearing some sort of bracelet or necklace that seemed to hang off of her body like dripping water. Her legs were flawless—shea-buttered and curving into perfectly-adorable muscles that angled in all the right places. And her butt...ummfff. This was a butt.
She had a butt that would turn celibate priests AND devoted nuns into immediately unstoppable carnivores of the flesh if they were ever given the opportunity to actually do anything to it. In high school she'd been the shortest girl on the Varsity volleyball team, but that didn't seem to matter. She was tenacious...and I'd gone to many of her games to cheer her on. Also, if I'm being entirely honest, her ass in a pair of tight volleyball shorts was, I'm quite certain, as close to the Garden of Eden as anyone has ever been.
I'd watched all through school as her first lucky crushes and boyfriend's had experienced her magnificent wonders of her first sexual exploration with a quiet jealousy. None of them had ever really stood out enough. She grew bored easily of the men she played with and moved on to the next.
She had a body sort of like Camila Mendes from Riverdale, and the same lascivious facial expressions that made you think she was always up to no good, but with the blonde hair and blue eyes that allowed her to actually get away with whatever iniquities she was chasing.
Dean had been the first guy who'd been able to handle her pedigree. He was chiseled from a similar form of demigod DNA to Arielle and I knew from the first moment I met him and started hearing all of the stories of their collegiate adventures that he might actually have what it took to keep up with the firecracker that was my best friend.
She was stupidly intelligent, wickedly hilarious, and her body was an art-piece of a billion chasing groans...but Dean had been up to the task.
And now they these two stupidly sexy people were married and probably had all sorts of stupidly sexy sex in what I could only assume was a room full of as many mirrors as they could afford to buy.
Dean had gotten up to fetch more drinks and a pack of playing cards as I stared across the table at my decadently beautiful friend.
She was simply dressed. A pair of tight blue jeans and a blue tank top that hung just low enough to show off a light pink bra that hugged her juicy breasts and held them perfectly aloft.
The house was nice and toasty thanks to a fire that Dean had gotten going earlier in the night.
When he returned to the table with three Scotch and sodas he handed the deck of cards over to me so I could shuffle. The table wasn't quite a full rectangle but it wasn't quite a square either. We sat towards one end with Arielle directly across from me while Dean sat the side so that his blatantly naughty wife wouldn't able to steal any glances at his cards.
We played Poker and Go-Fish and other similar mindless games as the mood required.
We were all fairly drunk by now and our conversations dipped and weaved into all sorts of topics.
"So John, you're a successful good-looking guy in the city and you're single...so tell us, are you taking home a different woman every single night to your apartment?" Dean asked, as Arielle smiled across the table at me.
I laughed at that. "I'd love to tell you that I have some sort of David E. Kelley imagined game, but that's not quite the case."
"Oh come on now Johnny, you're being coy...I've known you for a long time, you do quite well for yourself in the bedroom." Arielle said, and when she said this, I felt something brush against my leg beneath the table. I thought it may have been an accident, until I felt it again. Arielle's foot was lightly placed against the inside of my right leg as she caressed my calf. I caught her eye and she raised the slyest eyebrow at me from across the table.
"Well, I'm not going to say I've been living like a Mormon...but I'm also not hosting the Romanesque-style orgies that every guy in their mid-20's would probably like to be.
We all laughed at that.
"Hey! Don't knock Mormon girls...one of the best blowjobs I ever got was from a Mormon girl!" Dean said, and his eyes seemed to get distant for a second.
"It's a good thing you said 'One of' right there," Arielle playfully admonished her husband. She swatted at his hand of cards but even as she did this I felt her foot travel further up my leg so that is was resting on the edge of my chair next to my thigh. I scooted my chair in of course.
"What about you Johnny? What's the best blowjob you ever got?" Arielle asked as she looked across the table at me and curled her toes along the inside of my leg. I was a little in shock...Arielle had never flirted like this with me before...and her husband was sitting right next to us at the table. The alcohol must've had her feeling very daring.
"Mmm, Cindy Thompson...Senior year, we were looking for some place to fool around so we ended up on the stairs of our high school theater catwalk and ditched our last class of the day. I remember us having to be super quiet because there was a class of kids on the stage working on their spring show."
"Mmmmm, I remember that story! You had a dumb smile on your face for a week straight after that. It was like she sucked the sadness out of you or something!" They all laughed again.
"For the rest of my life I will always associate some over-acting sophomore yelling out 'Stellllaaa!' in the background while Cindy took a whole mouthful of my cum." I said to them as we all cracked up at that image, and now I felt Arielle's foot push even closer towards my crotch. I was starting to get hard from her teasing. She smiled at me again from across the table.
"So what made it such a good blowjob? The actual blowjob or the setting?" Dean asked as he took a sip from his cocktail.
I was finding it hard to focus on my next poker move, the topic of conversation, and Arielle's unusually skilled foot-play.
"The...combo of the two I think. Also, Cindy was just obnoxiously hot." I thought out loud.
"Yeah, Cindy was definitely our school's token hot Asian girl. She had the glasses and everything. You never knew if she was a super goody two-shoes or a totally ravenous slut, that's what was so hot about her—the mystique. Also, let's be real, she had total blowjob lips." Arielle helped to paint the picture.
"It was legitimately like her teeth disappeared during the blowjob...I was so impressed because I know she had teeth...but I'm not sure I felt them one time while she sucked me. I didn't last long." I thought back to the blowjob and my cock was now definitely hard.
"I dunno...I sort of like a little teeth during a blowjob...it's kind of hot when the girl lightly bites you or runs her teeth along your shaft...there's a danger in the act then...more of a controlling sort of blowjob." Dean added.
"Well boys I sure I'm glad that everyone at the table now knows my blowjob technique." Arielle smiled at them both.
"What about you?" I asked her across the table. "Best experience of being eaten out?" The conversation had now firmly turned to sex and all three of us were enjoying the mental stimulation the topic typically provided.
"Hmmm, that's a good question." She said, and as she her eyes drifted away in thought, I felt her foot push against the very inside of my thigh right next to my crotch. My hardness was a mere centimeters away from where she was meandering her movements.
"As much as I love you babe, I'd have to say my absolute best cunnilingus was from my friend Jo during my first college Spring Break trip."
My eyes went wide in shock. Dean cocked an eyebrow at Arielle.
"Who's Jo? You never told me about that guy and I'm pretty sure I know the story of all the guys you've fucked." He asked.
"Oh, well then I think you're really going to be in for a surprise my friend," I said to him even as I stared dumbly across at Arielle who sat there like a mischievous little minx, "Jo isn't a guy."
Dean looked from me and then back to his tawdry wife who had a huge grin on her face.
"Nooooo!" He said, but he was clearly enthralled.
"Jo was what you might refer to as a little college experimentation." Arielle explained, as both of us looked at her with wide-eyed wonder.
"I remember meeting her a couple of times...you guys did always seem super cozy with each other." I said, thinking back on her briefly intense friendship with the girl she had met right out of high school. It all made so much sense now.
"Yeah, we'd started out as super-close friends...and then we were drunk together at Spring Break and both of us wanted to take a shower and the water felt really good and soon we were making out and then we were doing more than making out and then she had pushed me up against the wall and she kissed down my body and she sucked me right there in the spray of the water and I came harder than I've ever cum from being eaten out before." As Arielle finished her story she looked around the table to find a dropped-jaw convention was apparently in town. We were both in happy delirium from this story.
"Damn...that's hot." Dean said. He wasn't a poet. But what more needed to be said?
"So is that the only girl you've done anything with, Ari?" I asked her, suddenly curious if she'd hidden anything else from me. We'd always shared such an open book with each other about our sex lives.
Arielle looked over to Dean immediately and Dean turned a little red.
"Well...no." She said, but there wasn't any embarrassment from her in the statement. "Dean and I have definitely allowed ourselves to have some, let's say, sexual adventures together." She said, and now I felt her foot move firmly against my crotch. She rubbed my hardn as we spoke now and I was going crazy. My sexy friend from high school was coming on to me right in front of her husband and he had no idea. I scooted my chair in even more.
I looked over to Dean as she said this. "Oh really?" and I gave him the tallest of my inquisitive eyebrows as a beckoning.
"Yeah, Arielle and I have decided that we quite enjoy having a very...I guess you could say kinky marriage." I smiled widely at that admission.
"Well you guys can't just stop there...what does that mean exactly?" We'd stopped playing cards now. I was too distracted by the conversation and the footjob that was acting as literal subtext to our subtext.
"Dean and I have started bringing other people into our bedroom." Arielle said plainly, as her foot slowly rubbed along the outline of my cock through my pants. She took a sip from her drink as she gave me an amused smile.
"Whoa...so like...you guys have had threesomes?" I asked, and my mind immediately went to it's dirtiest of corners as I imagined my friend in all sorts of variables.
"And foursomes," Dean added.
"And moresomes, actually," Arielle chimed in again.
"Wow...holy fuck...that's amazing. Wait, so, how many is in a moresome exactly?"
"A moresome, I'd say, based on what we've experienced, is more than five, but...less than fifteen. I'd have to consult the sextionary to make sure I'm using the proper terminology." Dean was so inviting in the way he spoke about sex—so comfortable. I could see why Arielle fell in love so easily.
The man was a specimen. He was 6'2 and had some of his mother's Spanish features. He was muscular but not in the grossly overcompensating sort of way. Both of his arms were covered in tattoos, some nautical, some nature. His hair had that sort of well-behaved coif that told you how well put together he was, and his face carried a slight shadow of untrimmed hair that was always perfectly moisturized.
"Sooooo...does this technically make you guys swingers?" I asked them honestly. It was a fun conversation. I had so many questions and we were all so drunk that the inhibitions had been left firmly tucked away in the coatroom.
"We encounter that word a lot...we hate it. But in the most accurate sense of the definition, yes." Dean said.
"I prefer to think of us sluts or just sexually adventurous for that matter...especially because when I hear the word 'swinger' I instantly think about a cruise ship full of older married couples that are trying to make up for all the good sex they never allowed themselves to have when they were younger...or even worse, to save the dwindling flames of their marriages with last ditch Hail Mary's into uncharted territories of kink." Arielle said it as if it had become her mission statement.
"So how did this happen for you guys? I mean, don't get me wrong...I think it's fucking awesome...but, like, was it an accident? I've never actually talked to anyone who did this before...also, I can't believe you've never told me this!" I chided Arielle from across the table as I felt her foot continued to rub along my cock. She bit her lip as she felt my size at full ocean-ready mast.
"Well, sort of yeah...the first threesome we had was towards the end of college with my roommate Bailey. We all got drunk one night on my tiny couch while we were watching HBO and some real sex show ended up coming on after Game of Thrones ended and before we knew what had happened Bailey and I were both kneeling in front of Dean and sharing his cock between our kisses.
"Also known as one of the greatest nights of my life." Dean added to that. Arielle seemed to squirm in her seat as she told that story. The air in the house, whether from the fire or from the story of past flames, was decidedly heavy.
"So that was your first threesome," I said, pressing them further. "But you've had foursomes? And moresomes?" I couldn't help but laugh when I said it...it was such a silly term.
"We've hooked up with some other couples that we've met through some dating apps."Arielle said as she stared at me with a lusty sort of gaze while she spoke. Dean had leaned in a little as the details poured out. We were all still drinking out cocktails as the night settled into seediness.
"Yes...as it turns out, Arielle and I both love watching each other fuck other people. It's sort of almost a game now for us. Leaving jealousy out of those moments as we pleasure each other's minds from the sheer completion of different fantasies." Dean spoke with such smooth baritone about their sex life that I felt like I could listen to him narrate all my favorite books on tape.
"Yeah...and it also helps that Dean and I are both incredibly kinky. We've gone down some roads that I'd never expected us to go down." As she said this I watched my best friend trace her hand along her delicately exposed collarbone. She looked like she was in heat.
"Like what? I'm so intrigued by all of this." And I was. I was so turned on by the whole thing...I wanted to know more and more and more.
"Well...as you might've already guessed...I'm firmly bisexual. I like to play with girls in front of Dean. I like to eat pussy while he watches. I like to hear girls moan when I suck on their clits...and I LOVE making out with girls. Dean's even made some videos of me fucking some girls we've brought home together." She said, and her words dripped a viscous net of seduction over me—I'd never wanted so badly to steal a movie before in my entire life.
"That's so fucking sexy," I said. Dean was pouring the three of us a shot of whiskey now. I felt like a character in a play at that moment. My cock was leaking precum from the conversation and I wasn't really sure where all of this was headed.
"What else have you guys done?" I asked. I was desperate to play voyeur to their kinky history book. My best friend looked like every fantasy I had ever had all rolled into one.
"Well...Dean is just as naughty as me. He likes to watch me fuck...but he also likes to dominate. He ties people up. He seduces people with his perfect cock. It's really fucking hot. He's brilliant in bed. He's a specimen." She said, as she winked at her husband.
"So how do you guys typically do this? You meet people from the apps or...you go out to a bar?" I asked, still trying to play innocent.
"A lot of times the idea will come to us on a whim. Sure...we've met people using the other methods of course, but sometimes one of us will just come up with an idea and roll with it." Arielle said, and we all clinked shot glasses as we downed the shots like seasoned veterans.
"Yeah...like a couple of weeks ago I was craving another girl's pussy on my cock, so Ari and I went to a bar that night and picked up on a bartender that's always been particularly friendly with us and invited her to come over after she got off of her shift. And she did...and I spent that night fucking that girl's brains out while my lovely wife road her face." Dean said as if it was just the most normal everyday sentence.
"And then last week we were in bed playing with each other and I admitted to Dean that I'd always wondered what my best friend's cock looked like." She said it so nonchalantly that I almost missed that she was talking about me.
"Oh?" Was all I could get out. I was instantly nervous and turned on all at once.
"Yeah...I told him that I'd always had a bit of secret crush on you in high school, but that I hadn't wanted to fuck up our friendship." Hearing this was like having a bag of bricks slapped up against the side of my head and my heart.
My deliciously sexy best friend was talking about having a crush on me. She was sitting across the table from me and explaining the sexual conversation her husband and her had had about me while he was right there next to me. I was in shock. My cock was Tungsten.
"And what did your husband say about that?" I played along with her, attempting to be worthy of this game they had clearly reeled me into.
"He told me that he would love to see me bobbing on your cock. He told me that he would love to see me riding you...and he told me that he would love to watch my best friend fill me up with his cum." I glanced over at Dean who was smiling with his eyes. He watched his wife work with a silent pride.
"Well, I find that scenario very intriguing, myself." I said now as Arielle pulled her foot away and stood up from the table. She walked around to my side and had me push my chair back so that she could straddle my lap.
She tilted back in this cowgirl position as she leaned against the edge of the table with her elbows.
"Here's the thing though, Johnny. Dean and I share everything, and I do mean everything." I was rock hard beneath her as she talked—my breathing a shallow pool of collected nerves.
"Okay," I said, I didn't know where she was taking this, but she was clearly leading at this point so I allowed her to continue.
"Basically, we both get to play with whatever plaything we bring into this house. Which means that whatever you get to do to me, he gets to do to you." As she said it, I quickly attempted to understand her meaning.
"So...Dean is gonna play with me too?" I asked, and my heartbeat played timpani as I looked over to the sizable man that was watching his wife grind slowly on top of my lap.
"Play with you is one way of putting it. You know how I told you earlier that we're both VERY kinky?" I nodded back to her like a toy soldier might. "Well, one of MY favorite kinks is to watch my husband fuck other guys."
I hadn't fully put it all together until she said that and for the first time I felt a wedge of doubt thrust into my brain. I'd never p
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layed with a guy before. Other than the occasional finger in my butt during a blowjob I'd never considered my own sex in a sexual way. But I also knew, much like the poker hand I'd abandoned some minutes earlier, this was most likely going to an all-in situation. And there was no denying the fact that while I was scared, I was also more turned on than I'd ever been.
"Okay...hmmm...I've never done anything with a guy before...this is uncharted territory for me, Ari," I said as I worked through my thoughts in front of them both.
"Mmmm, I know. That's what I find so sexy." She said as she grinded on me a little harder. "I particularly like watching straight guys experience what it's like to play with a cock for the first time...I get off just from watching them submit to it." Her hands drifted up to trace her exposed cleavage as she bit her lip at me.
If I was going to jump up and run now was the time to do so. But there was no way that was going to happen. I'd been jacking off for so many years thinking about what it would be like to thrust my cock into Arielle, and I certainly wasn't going to give up that chance now. Even if it meant I'd be forced to try some things that I'd never expected I would ever come close to trying. Whatever reservations I had remaining were quickly melting away thanks to the kitten that was grinding her pussy against my raging trident.
"So...here's how this is going to work," Arielle told me as she laid out the ground-rules. "Dean and I are very kinky, and for us when we get really horny, almost anything goes, so if we cross any lines with you, you need to tell us. Safe words are stupid. Just communicate if you're feeling too vulnerable or uncomfortable. As for the sex itself...basically, whatever you do to me, Dean is going to do to you. If you want me to suck on your cock, then you're also going to suck on his cock. If you want to fuck me, Dean is also going to fuck you. If you want to bend me over and pound me like a little slut, well...you get the idea." I looked over at Dean who was staring back at me. He seemed suddenly much more intimidating to me. There was an animalistic magnetism to them both. I felt like a fly being wrapped up in their silky web.
"Okay...I'm...I guess...nervous," I said.
"Of course you are. And that's okay." Arielle said sweetly to me, even as her body lithely moved against mine. "But you know I love you Johnny...you're my best friend in thie world. I promise you can trust us. I promise that we'll blow your mind...if you let us."
"I trust you," I told her, and she leaned forward and gently kissed me as Roman Candles of Dopamine exploded throughout my brain.
The kiss was soft and her puffy pink lips slid over mine like slow-motion magic. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and soon we were kissing harder, more passionately. All the years of wanting her and now here I was, tasting her for the first time—she was water in middle of the driest desert. She pulled away from me before it got too wild and hopped off my lap as she grabbed me by the hand and led me toward their living room.
The area in front of their couch and fireplace had a large checkered rug that stretched across the carpet. It was a comfortable rug...the type of fabric you wanted to get playfully naked on the second you felt it. There were a couple of firm logs in the fireplace with flames dancing off their hard wood. Dean followed us into the room and opened up a box on the coffee table that held a jar of pre-rolled joints. Good Lord, they were like the most perfectly well-rounded bon vivants.
"Do you get high, John?" He asked me, as he took out a lighter and lit up the first mind-bender while we all stood there in the living room together.
"Oh fuck, I thought you'd never ask," I joked, but there was clearly nervousness in my voice. This was all happening so fast. I was completely under their spell at this point, but my heart was beating at a hummingbird pace and my breathing was quickened and the small hairs on my body frizzled amongst their goosebump companions as I awaited to see what would happen next.
Dean took the first drag and then handed me the joint to do the same. Then I passed it on to Arielle as she took a deep hit. I watched as she passed the joint back to her husband but she still hadn't opened her mouth to exhale. She turned suddenly and pulled me in and had me open my mouth as she shotgun kissed me a giant puff of the heady, dank inhibition annihilator. Roller-coasters soared across my vision as Dean took the joint back and took another deep hit. We were all standing on the rug together smoking and while he smoked Arielle pulled me in and kissed me again, and then suddenly I was pulled away and now Dean shotgun kissed me.
I was suddenly very high, and very much the fatted calf of these two sexual dynamos. This was not their first rodeo.
Arielle stepped away from us and turned around so we could both see her in all her glory—even she knew how fucking incredibly sexy she was—it was effortless. She shed her light tank top as she threw it to the side and then stepped out of her jeans as she kicked those off as well. She was wearing a pair of pink, lingerie panties that were a matching set with the low-cut bra that pushed her plump breasts out to us like ripe Washington Apples ready to be picked. Their was a tiny dark-pink bow in the middle of the bra and on each of the sides of her sexy, sheer thong. Now she really had stepped right out of one of my many high school fantasies.
Dean placed the joint on the table as he shed his shirt and pants. He was only wearing a very tight pair of dark-gray boxer-briefs and his sizable package stretched out impressively to the side. I gulped when I saw its outline, like a child staring up at the tallest drop on the theme park ride. I had never touched another guy's cock, much less though about doing anything sexual with one.
"Excuse me? Are you distracted?" Arielle whispered into my ear from the side. "Don't worry...you'll have plenty of time to appreciate Dean's equipment tonight, but right now I need you take all of this unnecessary clothing off." She helped me lift my shirt over my head and then she dropped to her knees in front of me to unbuckle my belt and undo the zipper of my jeans. She pulled them off quickly and did away with my socks and then she kissed up my leg and pressed her face against the front of my boxers as she quickly pulled those down too.
I watched as the hottest girl I'd ever known placed my 6.5 inch thrumming hardn at the front of her lips and then slowly take me into her mouth with a needy lust-crazed hunger. She was immediately bobbing down my cock like she was absolutely starved for it. I guess I'd expected that we'd take things slower, but she had other ideas. She sucked me like a ravenous sorority slut—I went week in the knees at the perfectly soft lips that puffed around my neck and I died with each deep moan she gave as the sound reverberated around my steel member. She showed just how fucking turned on she was just at the thought of blowing me. I couldn't believe how fucking hard I was. It was a blowjob for the ages.
I didn't last more than five minutes. Arielle tapped into the biggest fantasy of my life almost instantly—it was almost like she knew just how much I had longed for her.
And she sucked me in a way that told me she wanted to make that fantasy come true for me. She knew how badly I'd always wanted her...she must've. Girls always knew, didn't they?
And now here she was being a complete slut on my cock, and doing every sexy thing you could imagine a girl doing during a blowjob. She sucked me long, choked on me, rubbed my cock all over her face; she sucked on my balls, ran a finger down to my ass as she lightly traced it along my asshole. She made me cum faster than I had ever remembered cumming from a blowjob before.
I warned her when I was about to burst as my knees went incredibly week as I tried to stay standing during the intense experience...but I couldn't...I fell backwards onto the thick carpet and like a trained acrobat she traveled with me...never allowing my cock to exit her mouth. She was bobbing on me now with her hand around my cock as she jacked me off hard all the way through my orgasm. Her lips never left the underside of my head as she milked every last drop of my gigantic cumshot down her throat. I watched in agonizing pleasure as she swallowed all of my cum and when she was finished, she licked her lips and pursed a little kiss in my direction.
"That...is the best blowjob I've ever had in my entire life." I moaned in silly rapture from the depths of the thick rug I basked in.
"Good babe, I'm glad," she said as she lay down next to me and pulled my mouth in for a kiss. I tasted my cum on her lips as she put a leg over my leg and lay partly over my body. We made out like that sensually as she brought her hand down to lightly tug on my half-hard cock. I had just geysered down this girls throat and she had taken it like it was a walk in the park.
"I like the way your cum tastes," she whispered into my ear as I felt her fingers lightly playing with my cock.
"Mmm, you're so fucking hot," I told her.
"You're pretty damn sexy too," she said as she kissed me softly. She popped up suddenly and had me sit cross-legged in front of her as she mirrored me.
She beckoned Dean over with a come hither finger and he walked over on the rug towards us.
I remember my body was absolutely on cloud nine from the heavy pot we'd smoked. I would find out later it was a strain they liked to employ before fucking called Jillybean, which often was used by people looking for slightly more creative or kinkier kinds of sex. And I was definitely feeling way less anxious than I had been. My fear had turned into anticipation.
When he was standing directly at our side she pulled me in to kiss me again. As we made out I saw her tug Dean's boxer briefs off as his ridiculous hardn bounced into view. He was a thick eight inches with sexy veins and a pronounced, mushroom head that curved upwards slightly. I kept kissing her as she led him over until his cock was directly next to our mouths.
She kept kissing me softly as she tickled the bottom of my chin to follow her mouth. We kissed over until his cock was between our lips. For the first time in my life I felt the hard, smooth shaft of a cock against my skin. He smelled musky and his odor was strangely intoxicating in a way that was entirely different from a woman—it was a dominant sort of smell—a wolfish pheromone that made me want to please it—to bow down to it—to be naughty for it. I was in someone else's forest and I was being playfully hunted.
I felt Arielle grab the back of my head as she grabbed her husband's large cock and placed it directly into my mouth. There was definitely no going back now.
"I want you to suck on his penis, Johnny," she said it so sexily—she was so earnest in her request. My best friend really did want me to suck on her husband's cock...and that made me strangely want to do it more.
I mimicked the blowjobs of my past, but I knew that wouldn't be good enough for Arielle. She wanted me to suck on him like she had sucked on me. She wanted me to make her husband cum in my mouth like I had cum in hers. I could see it in her eyes as she watched me suck from only inches away. And I wanted to do all of these things for her. I suddenly had an overwhelmingly powerful desire to please her in every way I could...and that included pleasing her husband in a way that would satisfy her malen-male voyeuristic desires. I sucked him passionately, like she had sucked me.
"You're doing so good Johnny, just allow that cock to slip further down your throat. Relax your breathing while you suck on him. Just breath out your nose and you can take him even further down this slutty throat." She said to me as she jacked the base of her husband's cock into my mouth while I hungrily gobbled his pole.
I loved the way she kept encouraging me all the way through it. I loved sucking on this cock for my best friend. I loved knowing that my role reversal revved her up so much. She kissed my neck and my ear and my cheek while I sucked on him. Her hands roamed over the side of my body as I felt the softness of her lingerie touching my skin and it drove me wild. She licked down my neck and then I felt her mouth sucking on my nipples. I was in a frenzy of kinetic pleasure.
I couldn't believe I had my best friend's husband four inches down my throat while she pushed the back of my head down on him as she tried to get me take even more. She kept jacking him off at his base, and I moaned as she joined me on his cock, her tongue licking the bottom of his pole and slobbering over his balls as I kept my quickening pace going. I could taste his salty precum leaking out into my mouth and it wasn't so bad at all. I suddenly wanted him to cum down my throat. I had this strange need to finish this man off...to be a good cocksucker for Arielle. It felt like I was required to swallow his cum, and that turned me on too. She and I both moaned on him even as we heard Dean's moans increasing.
Soon he let us know that he was going to cum from our combined efforts. Arielle jacked his cock against my lips as I bobbed on him furiously. Arielle was so on fire as she watched us...I watched her fingers dip beneath her panties to play with herself as she knew what was about to happen.
"Mmmm, cum in his mouth baby!" she said to her husband as her hand milked a giant load out of his cock and directly down my throat.
I coughed at first. The taste is not what I had expected, but it wasn't so terrible. I was so turned on that all I could think of was completing every second of this blowjob. I continued sucking him even as Arielle continued pumping him into my mouth with her hand. She wanted me to swallow the biggest load possible.
I started sucking just on his head now, as his penis pulsed in my mouth, ribbon after sticky ribbon of creamy sperm running down my tongue and I tasted the salty snack leaking down my throat as I swallowed it all desperately.
When he was finally done I felt Arielle pull my lips off his cock and immediately pull me to her so she could kiss the residue of his seed off my lips. She scooped some of his cum from the corner of my mouth and kissed me as we shared it between our tongues. The cum was both salty and sweet...I found that the more I tasted it, the more I liked it.
I was sharing another guys cum with my dream girl. Whoa. My mind was going crazy. Everything I knew was suddenly upside down.
"That was SO. FUCKING. HOT. Boys!" She said to us as Dean dropped to sit there beside us as we all formed a triangle on the rug. He reached over for the joint on the table again to smoke as Arielle fell backwards to lay on her back. She spread her legs as her pussy showed through her sheer thong. I didn't need any more of an invite. I crawled over and immediately started kissing up her soft legs...they were so fucking soft and smooth and she sat up on her elbows to watch me worshipping her lower body.
I quickly kissed up her inner thighs and planted kisses on every part of her I could get my lips to. I wanted to experience every single inch of her perfect body.
Soon I was up by her crotch and I kissed around the thin patch of her torturously-small thong before finally pushing it to the side to glide my tongue around her amazing pussy. She was shaved and had the most amazing lips and clit I had ever seen. It was the kind of pussy you wanted to shove your face into the second you saw it. She smelled like lusty nectar as I pushed my tongue between her creamy folds and flicked it against her exposed hood.
She moaned loudly as her legs shook for me while I worked her. I got tired of holding her panties to the side so I stopped long enough to rip them down her body which exposed her sex fully to me for the first time. I spread her legs now and pushed her up so she was folded in half. Now I really got into sucking her. She was moaning incoherently while I sucked, even as my tongue glided down to enter her asshole and give her a good rimming. She opened her eyes excitedly when I did this. Dean cocked an eyebrow too. Yeah...this meant I was going to have to rim him too at some point...and they both knew it.
I devoured her flower like a bee on his first day of pollinating season. She became foamy under my tongue as I sucked the juicy nectar that oozed from her wetness like dewdrops on my sunrise tongue. If Dean tasted mysteriously tasty, she tasted like every obvious treat I'd ever longed for. She was sweet strawberries and and she smelled like some sort of boysenberry shaving cream she used...I was so completely hers.
I couldn't wait anymore...I pulled her towards me as I positioned myself between her legs.
"Do you guys have a condom?"I asked them both suddenly.
"We do...but...we're both clean, tested very recently...I'm on the pill...would you rather use a condom or...would you rather fuck me bareback?" She asked very pointedly, her legs resting to my sides as she played with her erect nipples through her bra's thin lace as she took one out to squeeze her nipple between her fingers.
Of course I wanted to fuck her bareback. But I also knew that would mean...
I looked at Dean.
"Don't worry...I think you'll like being fucked bareback better anyway." He said to me as he handed me the joint.
I took a huge hit as my mind once again whirled in a heady haze of marvelousness.
I handed the joint to Dean so he could put it down on the table again as I lined my cock up with the girl of my sex dreams. She looked like liquid heaven laying there in just her skimpy lacy, pink bra, her hair like medusa spread out around her on the floor in seductive chaos.
"Fuck me." She said confidently to me, and I pushed my cock into her soaking wet entrance. She was absolutely gushing. She was hormonal 18-yearld, back-rowf-a-movie-theater wet. She moaned loudly as she felt my cock enter her for the first time. My best friend's tight pussy clamped around my cock as I sat there for a moment and simply enjoyed the way she felt. This was everything I had always wanted. Arielle was sexual energy defined.
I pulled back finally and began a slow and methodical pace. Arielle made adorable little moans each time I bottomed out in her. She was in complete Mary Jane-hazed comfortable lust. I reveled in the perfect glove of her soft folds as I slowly thrust myself back and forth into her depths as I watched her breasts jiggle with each pound.
Dean watched us fuck in a kneeling position just a couple of feet away. He was lightly jacking his cock back to its equestrian godliness while he took in the show. It was amazing to watch the thing return to full glory. The room had too many beautiful things to look at and I didn't have enough eyeballs to take them all in for posterity sake. His cock, Arielle's breasts that she'd pulled out of the top of her bra to play with while I fucked her, her legs as they wrapped around my waist with soft submission—it was all ripped out of some sort of Candyland of ridiculous fantasy come true.
I slowed down as we moaned together softly. She pulled me down to her and wrapped her legs around me as we fucked sensually while beginning a passionate makeut session. Arielle moaned into my mouth and played with my tongue as I pounded her. She gripped my head to her neck as I fucked her with quenched desperations. She was moaning loudly now, begging me to fuck her harder.
I couldn't believe how hot she was in bed. She said every possible thing you'd ever want a girl to say to you. She chewed on my earlobe and told me how much she loved my bare cock inside of her. She wanted my cum in her pussy. I was Paradise Lost. She was a fucking rock star at this and she knew it.
She pushed me back suddenly as my throbbing cock came out of her. I sat back on my heels as she crawled over to sit against the bottom of the couch which bordered one side of the comfy area rug we were fucking on. She undid the back of her bra and threw it to the side as her perky, rounded apples hung perfectly in front of her.
"Come here Johnny, lay on your back between my legs," she said to me. And I did what I was told to do. She was absolutely in charge of whatever she wanted at that moment.
I crawled over and laid against her body as I felt my own body brimming with the elevated goosebumps of my high. She pulled me up so that my head rested just above her chest as her sexy breasts and Ticonderoga #2 pencil eraser nipples pressed into my back like positioning points.
She spread her legs and put her arms around me to hold me.
"Spread your legs Johnny," she said, and I did what she told me to do.
Dean crawled over to us with his eight inches swinging rock-hard in front of him—it was like watching a master bullfighter stepping into a ring. His tatted arms crawled up his muscular frame as he looked like a seasoned farmhand heading into the barn to handle his business.
I was nervous. But I was also incredibly turned on. This was going to happen. I was actually going to take another guy's cock in my ass for the first time ever.
He kneeled between my legs and spread them further out so they were now above Arielle's smooth thighs as he positioned himself so that his curved cock was up against my perineum. He snagged a bottle of Swiss Navy lubricant from a small shelf on the nearby coffee table. I'm sorry if that seems like too much detail...but everything about these few minutes stands out for me as being incredibly lush with exposition. Life changing sexual encounters are as detailed as Hieronymus Bosch triptychs.
I noticed his sizable leg muscles as they flexed in the position he sat in. I noticed the nice trim his balls had...how tight they pulled against his body as his thick cock jutted out in a tempting banana bend.
He covered his cock with the lube and then pulled my legs up further to squeeze some of the slipperly liquid into my ass. I shuddered as I felt the cold liquid pooling against the sensitive ring of my anus.
Arielle leaned down to kiss my ear, and then she spoke softly to me as Dean started to rub the head of his cock around my hole. "Now...we could start by just fingering you, babe...but, it's much sexier to watch a guy take a fully hard cock before he's been opened up. There is something so fucking good about hearing those first moans—I love watching Dean open up another guy's ass for the first time. There's something so controlling about it. But I promise, we'll go slow—he'll take his time so you can really enjoy each new inch as he pushes into you, okay?"
I shuddered all over my entire body. Had she practiced that speech? I wondered. I was in equal parts ecstasy and anxious anticipation.
"Yeah, okay," I said to her finally. And she kissed my cheek, and the she turned my head to kiss her lips, and as she did that I felt what it was like for the first time in my life, to have another man's cock enter my body.
I moaned painfully into Arielle's mouth but she didn't let my lips leave hers. It was like she expected me to experience this first terrible moment and she anchored me to her sensually intimate mooring as she kissed me fervently, but with so much care and attention. She held me to her chest as I wanted to cry from the large head of her husband's cock first passing beyond the orbit of my sphincter.
She broke apart from me as I moaned out into the open air to announce my changing role.
She leaned into my ear again, "Try to relax your ass...don't clench at all. Just allow yourself to open up and it will be way better in a second...let him get past those last few taut muscles and you'll be really good." She kissed my neck again as she instructed me.
He wrapped my legs around his waist as I felt his head fully pop past my ring and travel another inch forward. I moaned painfully but there was a relief in making it past that first terrible, searing invasion. He was so big inside of me. I felt like I was riding a bike without a seat.
"Now just enjoy the way his cock feels inside
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you...enjoy the feeling of being slowly filled." She said to me now. Her hand traveled down and lightly played with my cock, which was surprisingly rock hard. I couldn't believe I was so hard with all the pain I was also feeling. She gently ran her fingers over my hardn as she caressed them up to my head and slowly traced her nails and fingertips down my throbbing shaft.
Dean pushed his cock another couple of inches into me. I moaned deeply and tried to steady my breathing to put up with the pain. It was a strange mix of the sting of having my ass opened for the first time with something deeper and more wonderful beginning to spark.
He poured more lube onto his shaft as he put both of his hands on the tops of my thighs for leverage. I felt him continuing to push his cock in with small rocking motions as the lube fully lathered my insides, and he seemed to be sliding in easier now—his giant log expanding my tight chute.
Soon he was six inches in and I told him to stop for a moment so I could adjust to the crazy fullness I was feeling. I breathed deeply in and out as I took everything in.
Arielle soothed me as she kissed my neck and my cheek and then brought me in for another delicious French kiss—I moaned in pleasure as I enjoyed the way she sensually tongued me, and as we continued, that's when I felt Dean take charge and press the last inches of his cock into my ass. I groaned sloppily into my friend's mouth as her husband fully filled me with his ridiculous tool.
"That's a very good boy, Johnny." She said to me as he stayed pressed against me with his big balls resting flesh with the bottom of my cheeks. Little did I know at the time, but his cock was what I would later come to describe as, a gift from the prostate Gods.
The last push he gave ignited a button inside of me that made all pre-existing sexual knowledge revert to their original factory settings. I was being redefined and I didn't even know it.
"Mmmm, that is so fucking hot, Johnny, you're taking all of Dean's cock now."
He finally began to pull out, slowly, methodically. Rich, mining thrusts that went all the way out and all the way back in. His motion and his curve made him look like that Viking Ship swing ride at the state fair.
My moans slowly became less painful and more pleasurable—minor notes turned into major ones. Arielle kissed my neck passionately as her husband fucked me. She was so into it, and it made me more into it.
"Does it feel good, baby? You're allowed to like it. Tell me if it feels good." She said as her lips pressed torturously against my ear.
"Yeah...I like it...Mmmmm...I really fucking like it." My words came out in little whines. I'd never been so rotated before. Everything felt opposite. But I wasn't lying. I did like it. I liked being fucked.
"What does it feel like? Describe it to me," She said as her hands rubbed up and down my chest, occasionally teasing the tip of my hardn with her fingers.
"Mmm, ughhh, it feels...it feels...good...I feel full, and when he's all the way in he hits like, this spot...I like when he's all the way inside me, Ughmmm," I moaned back to her, attempting to verbalize brushstrokes on the current messy canvas of my pleasure.
"You're taking my cock really well, John. Just enjoy the way it feels opening you up. It'll only feel hotter the more we fuck tonight." Dean said to me. And now I was thinking about the fact that this wasn't the only time he was going to fuck me. And that was exciting, too.
"Mmmm, fuck...it's soooo fucking good." I moaned. And it was. I couldn't believe how fucking good it was. I couldn't believe how on fire my ass was—how much I was enjoying their attentions—the way Arielle held me the entire time—soothed me when he went too hard, moaned along with me as she reveled in watching me take my first cock.
She whispered just to me now as she put her mouth right up against my ear and spoke in a sultry tone. "I think it's really sexy that you're taking a big cock up your ass, babe. You're such a sexy slut right now and your legs look so hot wrapped around my husband's waist. I like the way you moan when he fucks you. I like the way your eyes are rolling back in your head while you get pounded. I like the way you whimper from his big cock. I can't wait for all the naughty fun we're gonna have tonight. Dean and I are going to take really good care of you."
I moaned throughout everything she said. Her words were like singes of oil from a heated pan, searing into my pleasure centers with frighteningly good accuracy.
"I like seeing Dean take straight guys cherries because he's so damned good at it, that a lot of times those guys end up becoming more obsessed with his cock than they are with my pussy...I wonder if that'll happen with you. Are you gonna end up becoming a little cum slut for my husband?" She flicked my lobe with her tongue when she said this.
I didn't even know what to say. Of course that wasn't my intention...but I also couldn't deny that I was loving every second of my first ever fucking. And the words she was saying, while shockingly wild, only turned me on more. The idea of being submissive to Dean's cock—the idea that she was planting these mental seeds even as he was working on planting his physical ones in my freshly toiled hole—it was all just midnight in my garden of good and evil.
He thrust into me harder as I began pushing my butt up now to meet his thrusts. Arielle laughed in joy when she saw me do this.
"Mmmmm, YES, I love that. I love when boys are little sluts for Dean's cock. Show me how much you love being fucked, Johnny! Show me what a slut you can be for my man!" And I did as I was told. I could feel Arielle's pussy getting even more wet against the small of my back where I was laying against her. She seemed to be grinding much more against me as I was fucked—she loved every second of my spiritual awakening.
I was moaning louder as he fucked me harder. He got up further on his knees now and pushed my legs up and to the sides so I was more folded over. Arielle helped him by grabbing both of my legs and pulling them back towards her so he could ram into me with the full power of his sculpted frame.
I couldn't believe I was spread open like this while my best friend held me in that position. Each powerful pounding made me want to push my legs down but she kept my legs bent towards her which kept my ass gaping and available for Dean's deeper plunders. I felt his fat head driving into the back of my ass and rubbing against that mystery spot with even more force now and I started to sound like an information desk employee at the Tower of Babel.
"Yes Dean, fuck him baby. Fuck this little slut into submission. Give him your cum, baby...I want you to cum in his ass, baby!" Arielle moaned to her husband as he towered over me and pounded me into the thick rug like I was the head of a nail.
I groaned deliriously as I felt my cock swelling as he fucked me. I knew the second someone touched my hardn again it wasn't going to take long for me to lose it.
Finally Dean announced that he was going to cum which meant I was about to experience what it felt like to have a man shoot his sperm into me for the first time. It was a crazy thought, even in the middle of the moment. I moaned in need as he fucked me and Arielle told me to squeeze his cock with my ass so I did so.
She brought her hand down to play with my cock just as Dean began to spurt inside of me.
"I'M CUMMING!" He roughly announced as Arielle brought a hand down to quickly jack off the top half of my cock as his cream filled up my butt. I exploded thirty seconds later as my second cumshot of the night seemed even larger than my first. Because of how bent over I was, my cum landed on my neck and my face and on Arielle's neck and cheek. She slowly jacked me as drop after drop of my cum oozed from my upside-down hose all over us. Dean bent me further in half as the last of my cum was slowly dripping out. Arielle opened my mouth with her fingers and I watched as the cum fell directly from my cock into my mouth. She leaned down to kiss me again and we shared my load as her tongue traced its way through the sticky jizz while we kissed. She brought her hand off my cock and together we kissed the cum off of my hand too. We were desperate with the horniest of desires.
"Mmmmm Johnny, that was so fucking hot." She said as she rolled over so that she was sitting on top of me. Dean allowed his cock to fall out of my ass as he fell over to the side of us to take a rest.
We made out like that and I quickly felt my cock coming back to life. This was most turned on I'd ever been...It was going to take more than two epic orgasms for me to call it quits.
I saw Arielle's face wrinkle in surprise as she felt the head of my cock pressing into her from below. She wiggled her pussy over me and allowed me to press inside of her. She was dripping from watching us fuck.
We made out sensually with my seed for the next few minutes. I moaned loudly into her mouth as I tasted my own cum and she spread it around lewdly onto my nose and cheeks.
We looked like a bestf-Brazzers video shoot and Arielle sighed in a sexy purr as she snowballed my cum in our lazy mouths. The salty splooge exchange was so dirty, but that's what made it so hot. But then, so was everything else we were doing. It was kinky, dirty, naughty, tawdry, stupid, sexy, fun.
It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. It was the hardest I had ever orgasmed.
She stood up from me as I fell back on the rug. She reached for a new joint and a lighter and turned to look back at both of us where we lay there admiring her ass and body.
She looked so incredibly perfect standing there naked, my fantasy girl, completely beautiful with curves that rivers would be jealous of. She took a large hit and then handed the joint down to Dean and me. We both partook again as I coughed a little with the intensity of my inhalation.
She replaced the joint as she brought her hands up to rub her breasts in front of us for a moment. We just laid there and stared dumbly at this goddess. She was looking at me but she spoke to Dean.
"Let's take our new toy to bed," she said. And Dean immediately agreed. She reached for my hands and pulled me up. She led me down a nearby hallway to their bedroom with my hands in hers as Dean followed us.
A large king sized bed stood in the middle of the room with medium-sized wooden bannisters. The bedspread was a beautiful blue-and-white checkered pattern, and the soft blues and whites spilled out into the room in a Pottery Barn sort of aesthetic—everything was perfectly appointed—just like Arielle. She pulled me up onto the middle of the bed as she kneeled next to me.
We kissed again. I loved kissing her. She was a passionate kisser—the type of person who seemed like they desperately NEEDED to kiss—it was sexy—frenetic—constantly evolving. But she was so good at it...the way she was on me roughly before backing off almost to leave me searching for her lips again—high and low tides, each serving an equally important purpose.
Dean lowered the lights and lit some candles. It was still easy to see everyone, but now we were slightly silhouetted in the smoky shadows we created as we moved around each other.
They switched on some music in the room so we could get right back to the vibe of the living room.
As we kissed I felt Dean crawl up behind me on the bed as his legs knelt on either side of my own. He kissed up my back and I got chills from his rougher lips against my skin.
Soon he was all the way pressed up against me from behind as he kissed my neck. Arielle broke apart from our kiss to find her husband's lips as his face came into view, and then she broke their kiss as she turned my head to take his tongue into my mouth again. He grabbed my hair roughly as he kissed me. I loved it. He was so domineering. Arielle hummed with glee as she watched him exploring my mouth.
My aching cock was hard again and it pressed against her belly. I felt Dean's tool press against the top of my ass. His cock was fully recharged again, too.
Arielle took my face back as she leaned in and kissed me while both of her hands ran up to play with my hair as her delicate fingers massaged my head. While she was doing this I felt Dean position himself behind me so that his cock was at my hole, and once again I felt him push into me, only this time, from behind. I groaned again as his giant manhood spread my anal walls apart. I was barely devirginized and he clearly was only just getting started.
Arielle leaned in and jacked my cock off while he fucked me. "Mmm, you're SOOO hard." She kissed my chest and nipples while her hand gently pumped me as I was fucked.
And then she licked down my body to take my cock in her mouth again. She sucked me while he fucked me. They timed their thrusts so that his cock was leaving my ass at the same time her mouth was coming off my dick.
It was like a sexual Chinese Finger Trap, they'd push back together as my entire body unraveled with their combined ministrations. His thrusting would push my hardn into his own wife's mouth—what a mind-fuck that was for me.
I heard Arielle gag on my cock as I watched her amazing ass bent up behind her—I could tell by the way that she gyrated her hips while she sucked on me just how turned on she was...she was already desperate to be filled again. My eyes were rolling so far back in my head, I can still remember the darkness of my inner sexed-up brain. The pleasure was transcendent.
She suddenly pulled off me and I felt like I'd been abandoned at the station even as the train plowed into me. I watched as she hopped off the bed and headed over to their closet. Dean pumped me slowly while she disappeared for a moment before returning with one of those sex wedges. I'd seen them before in sex shops but had never actually met anyone that owned one.
"Dean, bend him over this." She said to her husband. She put the wedge in front of me with the ramp leading down and away. Dean pushed me over the one wall of the wedge and I slanted away from him but this caused my lower body to press up against it's base and forced my ass to press up into the air towards Dean. I looked ridiculous. I looked like the sluttiest girl presented in the whorehouse.
Dean didn't waste any time. He lubed me up again and soon his bare cock was thrust back into my oily ass with a renewed fervor.
The last position felt sensual in that Arielle was there to comfort me while I was fucked. Now though, I felt like I was being used by his cock in my first truly slutty position.
Arielle got off the bed and fetched a video camera she had on top of their dresser.
She clicked it on and started filming us.
"This is so fucking hot...take my husband's cock Johnny. Mmmm, yes, PLEASE boys, put on a show for me." Dean grabbed my hips and pistoned in and out of my ass like he was a woodpecker drilling into his favorite sapling. And that's how I felt—like a desperate little tree completely dominated by the sizable Pine in the room—but I wanted more of that wood—I wanted that sap filling up my ass again. And with Arielle filming, I wanted to give her that...I wanted her to know how slutty I would be for her—for both of them really. How much of a cumslut I would be if that turned her on as much as it seemed to.
Dean rumped me like a back seat limousine prom shag, pounding my butt into the soft sex wedge as my cheeks bounced like ripples in the waters of his skipping stone ball-sack. I loved the way his nuts slapped against my soft cheeks. I loved how Arielle moaned as she watched him bottom out in me—the way she moaned in pleasure when he sped up his fuck. The lube created loud squelching sounds as I heard what my opening ass sounded like as I was taken.
She put the camera down on the dresser facing us and crawled back up to join in on the party. She pushed Dean back and his cock came out of me again with an airy Pringles Can air pop—which I suppose meant that the fun just wouldn't be stopping. They had me sit up so she could take my place on the wedge as she scooted it forward.
Now Arielle's perfect ass was finally presented to me. The ultimate fantasy of my youth in kinky repose.
She looked back over her shoulder at me as I lined my cock up with her soft pussy. I entered her again only this time I was treated to the view of her perfect ass with every fuck—she had a Dani Daniel's ass—that was the best way to describe it—a pornstar ass that was unfairly perfect. Then Dean found my hole again and now I was being entered once more even as I fucked her.
For a while they made me do all of the work. Whenever I thrust forward into her Dean's cock would slip out of me, but when I took my cock out of my best friend his beast would impale me again. It was like having a badass apartment on the east and the west coast with a briefly empty feeling as I made the cross-country flight.
I loved the feeling of having something in my ass while I fucked her. And I loved the way she was clenching her pussy muscles over me while Dean throbbed his cock inside of me. They were sexually sympatico—absolute masters of their craft.
I took long, slow thrusts at first, enjoying the way Arielle's ass felt against me as my cock fwooshed through her hot wet folds. Then I'd linger occasionally longer when I pulled out, loving the way that Dean's cock would curve up into me from behind as he gave me the occasional spanking on my own sizable buns. Being fucked from behind skyrocketed up my favorites list. It is still my favorite way to get fucked.
After a while Dean took back control and his powerful drives into me now also drove me into Arielle as she moaned into the sex wedge with her ass firmly impaled by my cock. I was harder inside of her than I usually would be due to Dean's constant rubbing against my prostate.
Arielle wasn't going to last long. I was pounding her harder and she was so turned on by the fact that most of these thrusts were a direct result of her husband's own dominating tool that she soon quaked below me as a deep fissure of juice bubbled up inside of her and drenched the bed below her. I could feel how wet she gotten as she came. When she pulled forward from me I could see the creamy white foam all over her pussy and my cock. It was fucking sexy as hell.
"Go clean her up," Dean said to me as he pushed me back down while he continued to fuck me. I moaned into her cheeks as my face wedged between her beautiful ass and licked up her frothy orgasm. I spread her cheeks and allowed my face to lavish in every inch of her pussy and ass. I dragged my tongue up and pushed it inside of her ass which made her squeal in joy. She grinded her ass back against me while I rimmed her beautiful taint and felt a few soft remaining hairs tickle my nose. I was moaning into her while Dean showed off his ridiculous stamina in my butt.
I was now grinding my face into her booty at the same time that I gyrated my hips against his thrusting like I was a club girl working hard for a bigger lap-dance tip.
Finally she pulled away as all of the nerve-endings had become too sensitive as her multiple orgasms spread out like earthquake aftershocks. We all stopped to take a short break as we looked to see how sweaty we'd all become.
The night continued with various positions and all sorts of amazing kink.
We took a shower a little after two in the morning which was nice as we were completely drenched with each other's fluids and sweat.
Arielle brought me to my knees as she joined me and we spent a good ten minutes making out with her husband's cock together. The hot water sprayed over our faces as we got lost in the pleasure of our submissive trance. Our tongues slithered over his baton like cheerleaders fighting for a summer camp spirit stick.
We'd find one another in the candlelit bathroom as out tongues glided over each other and made out before returning to different parts of his cock. It was hot. They were both so damn hot.
Eventually when our own exhaustion had caught up with us, we crawled into bed naked and fell asleep under the covers together. Arielle insisted I sleep in the middle. She and I fell asleep facing each other with our noses in a frozen Eskimo kiss, while Dean snuggled up behind me with his hand on my hip and his own lips pressed closely to my neck. We fell asleep fast.
Sometime later that night, I awoke to feel Dean's hard cock pressing up against my ass in the dark. He must've been dreaming—he was rock hard again.
I moved my ass slightly so that the cockhead would be pressed right up against my hole.
Then I quietly worked on spreading my cheeks in a way that would allow for him to slowly push in if he wanted.
He must've woken up at least a little as I did this. I felt him push forward as the tip of his cock entered into me...then he scooted even closer and began to work on entering me again. He fucked me slowly in the dark like that for a little bit. I tried to keep my moans silent so as to not wake Arielle, but that's when I realized her eyes were very barely open as she watched us. She leaned over and gave me the sweetest of kisses while I was her husband took me again.
We kissed the entire time he fucked me until finally he was cumming in my ass again, and then she brought her hands down and jacked me off while she kissed me. It felt so good to have my best friend playing with me like this while her husband's cock was still resting firmly inside with his pulsing member having just delivered another load of his cum to my newly submissive ass.
"Cum for me you little cumslut," she said. "Cum for me while my husband's penis is still inside your ass." And when she said this I lost it.
I came all over our chests while she continued to jack me and she rubbed my cum into our bodies even as her other hand finished milking me. We were covered in my sperm but it didn't seem to matter.
We fell asleep like that, with his cock growing soft inside of me, with her hand holding me, all three of us pressed together—a deliciously sinful threesome of so many desires fully realized.
I couldn't have loved her more than I did in that moment—both of them really. We drifted off into a deeply satisfying land of slumber.
And nothing was ever the same for me after that.
There was some incredible morning sex of course. Arielle even left to shower while Dean rolled me onto my stomach to power fuck me into their marital bed which caused some moans to come out of me that I hadn't ever heard before, and then when Dean left to go pick up some breakfast and coffee Arielle and I were able to crawl into bed together and do all sorts of sinfully marvelous things together. She gave her ass to me and I came again inside of her and we talked about how amazing the previous night had been even as she held my cock in her buns while we playfully bantered in the soft afterglow of the morning light.
She loved hearing me talk about my first cock...what it was like, the emotions I was feeling. She really was my sexual guru in that moment—opener of powerful doors it would appear.
But mostly, she was still just my best friend—even if we now seemed to have an open license to fuck whenever we wanted.
We've had our fun on and off in the years since, but mostly it was that night that truly conquered all other nights in the history of the world—a sexual debutante thrust into a perfectly controlled storm.
The intimacy of discovery gift-wrapped and hand-delivered by the sexiest girl I had ever known.
I'll never truly be able to thank her for what she did for me that night.
Hopefully this story does the whole thing some justice.
My hope for all of you is that you allow yourself to discover who you might actually be in the bedroom.
My awakened bisexuality was my Holy Grail. Having my ass taken for the first time was my Fountain of Youth. And I might not have ever known about any of it if it wasn't for Arielle and Dean, the Indiana Jones and the Lara Croft that raided the tombs I didn't even know I needed raiding.
The End.
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The next year 01 and 02 do many runs gathering credits and supplies. They become well known throughout the region. After several failed raids the pirates mainly leave them alone. Rufus never gives up on trying to get a date with both of them and fails miserably. Though his attempts have become amusing to both of them they tease him and love seeing his blushes and erections, and his attempts to hide them. Their world changes when they're at a station in the Ploku Sector. Both cyborgs were in their ship's cargo hold. 02 moving the latest cargo while 01 checks on a power juncture. 02 drops a heavy load then they both hear a squeak. Extending their beam weapons and leap on top of the cargo and on the other side they find an alcove built up of cargo boxes and they find a lioness cub. The cub cringes in the far corner and pleads. "Please don't hurt me." The cyborgs look at each other and retract their weapons. 01speaks out. "We won't hurt you." The cub looks at them and 01 continues. "What are you doing here?" "I just wanted a place to sleep." "Where are your parents?" "Gone." The cyborgs once again look at each other and the cub asks. "Please don't take me to the orphanage. I don't like it there." 01 suddenly grips her head as flashes appear. She sees a human family consisting of a pair of parents and two daughters. The older daughter with red gold hair white skin and purple eyes seems familiar though the entire family does. Then she sees the family over a freshly made grave and the younger daughter missing. She feels a hand on her arm and she looks up and sees 02 looking at her with a worried look on her face. "You okay 01?" "Yes, must've had an implant glitch." "What do we do about her?" They both look at the cub that looks back with fearful curiosity. 01 bends down so she's face to face with the cub and asks. "Are you willing to obey my orders." "Yes captain." 01 recognizes the title that is used for command units on other ships. "Then you can stay." "Yeeeaaaahhh!" The cubs hugs 01. 01 makes a face and declares. "First order is giving you a bath." As 01 picks up the cub 02 gets a stronger whiff and then holds her nose and comments. "I was wondering where that smell was coming from." The cub sticks her tongue out at the cyborg vixen. 02 response by sticking her tongue back at her.
While 01 cleans the cub in the sonic shower 02 throws the rags the cub had on in the incinerator. After an hour in the sonic shower 01 notices the cubs malnourished look and takes the cub to the galley. The replicator creates a meal with high meat content for a carnivore like a lioness and 01 places it in from of the cub. "Here you go cub." "My name is Kiara." Kiara takes a big bite of a hamburger. "What are yours?" "I'm Cyborg Unit-01 or CYU-01, this is Cyborg Unit-02 or CYU-02." "Lame names. There's got to be better ones for you." 01 tries to think back and that pain returns and in a jumble of images she sees something flash at her repeatedly. A name. "I...I think I was Esrie before and 02 was Trixi." "Then I'll call you Esrie and Trixi." Newly rechristened Trixi looks and the newly rechristened Esrie with a curious look and Esrie gives the universal later look. Kiara finishes the meal in minutes then yawns. Esrie takes the cub to the room next to hers and puts the cub to bed.
The cyborgs then move into the cockpit and Trixi begins. "Two things...Esrie. One, I'm concerned about those head aches you keep getting, and two, who was I before, all of this?" "I keep getting flashes...memories I think. Maybe who I was before this, if there was a me before this but lets make a detour." Esrie heads over and enters the coordinates. "Okay but why now, Why are they showing up now after a year or more. What is it with this cub that starts it?" "I don't know, I honestly don't. But I'm going to find out." "Okay, now about me." Esrie sighs afraid of where this might lead but she has to. "You were Trixi Fireheart. A criminal at a station went to for ship repairs. She tried to steal the ship and cargo but I stopped her. I had even heard of what she manage to do at a young age and thought those skills could help the consensus. So I took her and made you." Trixi falls into her chair her organic hand over her mouth. "She was badly injured during the fight. Might be either dead or crippled by now. Not to mention her thugs were all killed. I doubt she'd have much of a future after that." "I...I need to think about this." "Okay. I'm heading to bed, see you tomorrow." Esrie leaves Trixi to ponder the revelation. A couple hours later Trixi gives in and heads to bed it herself. The next morning Kiara wakes both cyborgs up with her jubilant energy. Esrie growls at the cub. "But I'm hungry, oh I guess I'm not showing respect to the captain, Captain." Esrie sighs and rubs the cubs head and another flash happens and Esrie sees the sisters she saw before with the older one doing the same thing. The flashback ends and Esrie smiles at Kiara and says. "You can just call me Esrie and let's go get you your breakfast. The cub races to the galley and Trixi leans out of her room and comments. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you'd installed a warp core in her." Esrie rolls her eyes and both head to the galley. They eat their meals and Kiara notice she isn't wearing anything. "Hey what happen to my clothes." "I tossed those rags away." Trixi says. "Is that a problem for we don't have any on board." The cub just shrugs. "You don't so I won't either. Well what can I do today?" "Well unless we need you to get us something, nothing except schooling." "Huh?" Esrie takes Kiara to her room. She then activates the computer and accesses a program deep within its memory core and began a basic school program. "Welcome to school, now me and Trixi have work to do." Esrie leaves the cub to her studies and heads to the cockpit. There she finds Trixi sitting in her nav chair but not linked in but in deep thought. After last night Esrie though had to know thus she asks. "Are things okay between us?" Trixi looks at her with her organic eye for a second before the vixen sighs and drops her head. "I don't know. You essentially force me to become a cyborg and even gave me a new personality. I will do my best to keep Kiara from seeing this. That cub needs some stability I know. I think the other Trixi didn't have that." "No matter what though Trixi, you are important to me. I could have lied to you but I told the truth." Esrie looks out the view port. "I guess we're both trying to come to grips with our unknown past but at least you known more than me on your past, you have the advantage." An alarm goes off signaling they're reaching their destination. "I'll go get Kiara, she might be interested in this." Trixi says and Esrie nods. Trixi heads to Kiara's quarters and as she opens it she sees Kiara jumping on the bed while the schooling program plays being completely ignored by the cub. "You're supposed to be studying!" Trixi says with a stern voice. "But it's so boring!" The cub complains. "But it's needed for the future Kiara, but we'll talk about it later. Now come Esrie wants you to see something." "Cool." Kiara hops down and follows Trixi to the cockpit. When they arrive Trixi tells Esrie what Kiara was doing and Esrie frowns and whispers something to Trixi. Trixi smiles and says. "That would work, I'll get started when we return to the ship." The ship drops out of warp into an empty system. Trixi runs a scan and reports. "Not much out there but I am reading some small metal objects. Esrie moves the ship in the direction Trixi indicates. They get close to the small widely dispersed debris field and Scans show a piece of debris with writing. They tractor the piece so they can read it. The piece is clearly part of a hull and on it under the blast marks it reads "Katana." After staring at it for a minute Esrie holds her head and collapses in the pilot's chair as images of a raider with that name flashes into her mind. Among the flashes see sees that same woman from before doing various things with the ship. She is eventually jerked out of it by arms shaking her. Both Kiara and Trixi look at her with concerned on their faces. "My ship, that was my ship." She finally recognizes the woman as her. Who she is however eludes her.
They finally return to the Consensus ship and CU-01 greets them and notices Kiara. "Oh you brought us another for cyberization? We'll take her to the gestation chamber right away." Esrie stood in front of Kiara and says. "You will do know such thing to her." CU-01 looks at her in shock. "You will also tell me who I really am and how I became CYU-01." CU tries to recover a bit and asks. "Why is she here then?" "She's a part of my crew. Now about my past." CU-01 sighs and answers. "We don't know CYU-01. We were under attack by Pirates when you arrived. With our weapons gone it was just your ship versus four of theirs. You fought efficiently and managed to defeat them all. We sent a shuttle to assist. The medical unit found you badly damage and unconscious, the engineer unit said your ships core was going to breach. When they returned they assured me that there was no way to return you to your former self and cybernetics were necessary for your survival. And the memory core we retrieved was too damage to even tell us who you were so we adopted you as a part of us as the only way we could repay you. The survival of the Silican Consensus was thanks to you. I'm sorry I can't help you reclaim your past but we are your future yes?" Esrie thinks for a minute before replying. "For now yes but I am going to be searching for my past CU count on that." "Very well. Now about your organic crewmate?" "Her name is Kiara. I have also discovered my first name is Esrie and CYU-02 has reclaimed her name Trixi. Don't be surprised if Kiara names you and the others at some point. Have another bed sent to my room for Kiara." "Alright but she's your responsibility." "Confirmed." She then takes Kiara to their room. They have lunch and then Esrie plays with the cub when Kiara's bed appears and the EG's install it bunk bed style. Kiara runs over and climbs the ladder provided and lays on it. "Oooohhh! Comfy!" The cub replies. "Good." They spend the rest of the night bonding. Trixi meanwhile has finished the project Esrie had her do and she sits down. She cuts off her link to the Consensus needing time alone. After thinking for a half an hour she gets up and heads to the freighter. She heads for her room and goes to the computer console. The computer on the freighter links to the computers at the station they stop at and uploads data they might need. "Computer, look up all data on Trixi Wildheart." Processing. In a couple of minutes a holo image appears of Trixi Wildheart. Though holo images always have a blue tinge she can still see a dyed neon blue on the vixens fur. The vixen has a cocky smirk on her muzzle, and a fist resting on her hip. Trixi Wildheart, age 20, Female Foxthro, Born on the planet Solaria. Moved to Space Station D-19, 15 years ago. Parents die in docking accident 14 years ago. Seven years ago joins Blue Streak gang. Three years ago confirmed leader of Blue Streak gang. Several warrants out for her arrest for various crimes including robbery, kidnapping, and breaking and entering. Current wear abouts unknown. Blue Streak gang dissolved after lack of leader ship. End of File. (Consensus addendum. Trixi Wildheart captured by Cyborg Unit -01 and converted to Cyborg Unit -02. Trixi stares at her former self in deep thought for hours before her organic parts forcing her to sleep.
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Finding Humanity Chapter 4 by Admiral Q
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Sarah is the first to awaken, and her movements in the bed wake me. She explains that she really has to get moving since she needs to be at work in an hour. You wake as she is getting dressed. She comes back to the bed and kisses you good-bye, thanking you for the great time last night, her hand slipping between your thighs for one last feel. I get up and pull on some boxers to walk her to the door.
"I'm so glad you came over to talk to me at the bar last night," she says as I pull her close and caress her ass. "I was feeling pretty low due to a recent breakup, you and Izzy were just what I needed at the time. Thanks for making me feel desirable again."
"You are so much more than just desirable, I'm just glad Izz talked me into it. Here's the number here at the flat, and Izzy's cell, why don't you give us a call later when you get off work? Maybe we can all get together again before I have to head back to the States."
"You sure she won't mind? I'd think she would want you to herself considering you came all this way to meet her."
"Trust me, if the day goes like I think, she'll be more than ready for some additional company by the end of the day," I say with a chuckle. After making you promise to call, I kiss you tenderly, squeeze your luscious ass and see you out the door.
After stopping by the kitchen to brew some coffee and grab some fresh fruit and whipped cream, I make my way back to the bedroom. You still haven't moved since I left, so I strip off my boxers and climb back under the covers with you. Feeling the bed shift with my weight, you stir and curl up next to me. I kiss your shoulders and hand you a mug of coffee. As we sip our coffee and share some fruit, I ask about your plans for me during the day.
"Well, I just figured we'd play it as we go. To be honest, I wasn't sure the physical attraction would be as strong as the one we established on-line, so I didn't want to plan on anything specific. Now I'm glad I didn't plan a day of sight seeing and tours, think we might just have to stay right here all day."
"I think that sounds like a great way to pass the time. But isn't Kevin due home soon?"
"Shit, maybe I can still catch him at work. I'll ask if he can't give us the rest of the day until dinnertime, his mum lives near where he works and he sometimes just crashes there anyways after working doubles. I'll be right back." You climb out of bed, grab your robe and head out to call. About ten minutes later you return with an additional bowl of fruit, mostly strawberries, and some chocolate sauce. "I caught him just before he walked out. He's gonna visit his mum, and will call us around 6ish to see if we're ready for some dinner. So, that gives us about ten hours to fill as we see fit."
"I don't think we'll have any problem keeping ourselves busy," I say as I pull you back to bed. You take a strawberry, dip it in the chocolate and pop it in your mouth. Partially chewing it, you lean over and kiss me deeply, sharing the sweet flesh of the berry with me. I ease you back on the bed, reach across you and grab another berry. First some chocolate, then a little of the whipped cream I brought in earlier, and I am ready to feed you.
Teasingly, I taunt you bringing the berry almost to your lips then pulling it back. Instead, I move it down and use it to draw a circle of sweet creamy goodness around your right nipple, leaning down to lick it off and then eat the berry. As I bite into it, the juice pours over your breast. Again my mouth finds your hard nubbin, sucking and licking up the sweet flavor of the berry and then remaining to savor the taste of you.
You grab another berry and squeeze and mash it over your other breast, guiding my lips there to repeat the process. Forgoing the fruit, I simply dip my fingers in the bowl of chocolate and begin to draw pictures on you belly, taking the time to slowly 'erase' them with my tongue. My next masterpiece is drawn across your thighs, but before I can continue, you pull me up and roll me over explaining that it's your turn to 'draw'.
You push me onto my back and use your fingers to draw a series of concentric circles around each of my nipples and my navel with chocolate. You then fill in the gaps with the whipped cream, creating a trio of bulls-eyes on my torso. The sight of my erect prick pointing directly at the lowest of the three gives you an idea and you jump from bed to go grab your cameras.
Adjusting the lighting, you snap off several pictures of my decorated body, both color and black and white. Setting the cameras aside, you climb back in bed and begin to slowly lick up all the creamy goodness from my nipples, biting them when you reach the center of each circle. The whole time you are also stroking my cock, explaining that you are going to try to 'hit the target' on my belly.
The combination of your tongue and teeth on my chest, and hands on my cock and balls, produces the desired effect and I erupt through your fingers, the first shot landing perfectly in the center of your target. As the last drops of semen settle on my lower belly, you once again grab your cameras and take a few 'after' shots. You then finish cleaning me up, savoring the salty sweetness of the combination of chocolate/whipped cream and my cum.
Of course, this brings my little fellow back to attention, and I am eager to return the favor and bring you to orgasm. You push me away, explaining that we have all day, and should get cleaned up a little better than our tongues have done so far. So, we take a quick shower, dry off and climb back into bed, refreshed and ready to continue.
I take a few moments to clear away the dishes from breakfast, grab a cup of ice cubes and rejoin you in bed. Spying the ice, you inquire what my plans are. I merely smile and, taking a silk scarf from your dresser, climb behind you and blindfold you. Knowing you can trust me explicitly, you allow me to tie first your right then left wrists to the corresponding bedposts. I kiss you tenderly, whispering that you should just relax and enjoy.
I grab an ice cube. Hearing the clink against the glass, you shiver in anticipation. I start at you lips, gently rubbing the cold cube across them. You tongue flicks out to lap the resultant drops away and I lean in and kiss you. I continue, moving the ice to the hollow of your throat, allowing a small puddle to form, which I promptly lick up.
Moving from your side, to a position between your legs, I raise one ankle to my shoulder and run the next ice cube up the length of your calf, pausing behind your knee, then running it on up, switching to the outside of your leg and ending up at the crease of your thigh. Leaving the remains of that cube there, I repeat the process on your other leg, again leaving the remains where they lay.
I place both your feet flat on the mattress, your knees elevated and thighs spread wide. My next target with a fresh cube is your belly button. I slowly pass the ice around it allowing another puddle to form. Kissing first to the right, and then left, of your excited pussy, finally removing the icy chips left from teasing your legs. Moving up, I lap the puddle from your navel, then lick straight to your lips, planting a deep kiss.
You can feel my stiffness pressing into you and try raising your hips to slip me inside, but I quickly move away. You are panting in you desire, but I am not quite ready to offer you full release. I grab two more cubes from my glass and this time focus my attention on your breasts. You moan and pull on your restraints as I roll the ice around and around your small firm mounds. Your gumdrop nipples harden and collect small drops on the very tips.
The sunlight pouring through the nearby window glints off these drops and I decide that this is my turn to photograph you. Grabbing the camera with black and white film, I snap several quick shots of you there in the sun, tied to the bedposts with the melted ice sparkling. It is now time for my final surprise.
While I lick and suck on your ice-hardened nipples, I take the last cube from the glass and run it along your stomach, lower and lower, until I finally reach the well trimmed patch of hair above your sweet passion pit. I pause there, allowing a little to melt and the drops to run through your pubes and down your lips. Then, as you moan and shiver, I slide the ice over your hard clitoris and slip it within your tight pussy.
A slight orgasm rolls through your body as the ice melts inside you, and before it subsides, I move above you. Once again kissing you, I slide the full length of my cock inside your tight cunt, the heat radiating from it in sharp contrast with the freezing ice cube just applied. You immediately are gripped by a powerful orgasm, locking your legs around my hips, holding me in place buried to the hilt.
As you recover, you ease the grip of your legs, allowing me to rise to my knees between your thighs. Spreading your legs wide, I grab your hips and rock you back and forth on my cock, my thumb reaching out to stroke your clit. You are now almost frantic in your desire to be free of your restraints, begging me to untie you.
You have the rhythm going with the rocking of your hips, so I reach up and slip my fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck on them, like little cocks, coating them with your saliva. Using this lubrication, I tease your hard nipples and then your clit again.
Sensing another orgasm approaching, I shift so that I am full stretched above you, sliding my cock harder and harder into your tight cleft. Just as I feel you start to cum again, I reach up and untie your wrists. You throw your arms and legs around me, pulling me close, and kiss me. Your tongue dancing in my mouth, I ram my prick into you one last time and orgasm myself. As gob after gob of hot cum fill your snatch, we fall exhausted to the bed.
I reach up and remove the blindfold and take your face in my hands. I kiss your cheeks and the forehead; then again move my lips to yours. I thank you for having the trust in me to allow me to tie you up, and you thank me for helping you to explore your submissive side. The last thing I do before climbing under the covers for a nice long nap is to grab the camera and take one final shot of you. I think we'll call that one "Satisfaction"!
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Meeting A Dear Friend Ch. 04
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Disclaimer: (There is m/m furry content here and if you are not of legal age then try not to get caught. Happy reading!)
(Even though the first part was the prologue, the next few stories will deal with the 2 years prior to the events in the prologue)
Two Years Ago...
"A scout is trustworthy, loyal, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent" echoed all the Boy Scouts in the cramped Sunday School room that doubled as their meeting place. The Scoutmaster, an elderly bear named Dr. Johnson, stepped in front of the troop lined up in formation and spoke with grumbling authority.
"I would now ask that Troop 136's Chaplain Aide, Matthias, would come forward to deliver the benediction before the closing of tonight's meeting."
A young white wolf, 17 years of age, stepped forward to the front of the room. At 6 ft 3 he was the average height of a seventeen year old wolf. He was wearing the Boy Scout regulation uniform, which consisted of a tan oxford shirt, green pants and a neckerchief of black and red around his neck. He had golden eyes and his fur was silky soft because of all the attention that Matthias put in to grooming himself. All of the female furs at high school would swoon as Matthias passed by and he was the subject of thought for many of them. Though, what all of the girls didn't know was that Matthias was secretly gay. He had been that way ever since he was little and he had recently come to accept it. Hardly anyone knew, besides his parents, and because they were a progressive couple they didn't have a single problem with his lifestyle. As he stood in front of the group of peers he said a prayer, one of his favorites that he memorized from church.
"Dear Lord, please watch over us as we part, let your grace descend down and protect us, let your love fill our hearts, let your wisdom fill our minds and let your courage fill our souls so that we will not fear the reaper when our time comes. Amen."
After Matthias ended the prayer, the scout troop departed to go their separate ways and Matthias nimbly hopped down the stairs as he met up with his fellow scout and best friend, Daniel Harrison, a snow leopard with a sleek coat and a mischievous grin plastered on his smiling muzzle.
"Hey buddy," Daniel snuck his arm around Matthias' shoulders and pulled him close.
Although Matthias enjoyed being this close to Daniel, who happened to be the subject of many of his dreams, he was also a little unnerved by this action.
"Ummm.. Daniel, what are you doing?" Matthias queried
Daniel shoved Matthias playfully, "Relax dude, it's not like were gay or anything. Right?"
Matthias scratched the back of his head as he said through a fake smile, "yeah of course, were not gay, that's silly"
Suddenly, Daniel grabbed Matthias' paw and dragged him to the front entrance of the church.
"Hey look there's Mark" Daniel said as he pointed with a graceful paw towards the police car and the snow leopard in blue leaning against it.
"Hey guys," Mark said as they approached. "I just got off duty so Mom asked if I could give you and Matthias a ride home. There' only one seat up here in the front though..."
"That's all rights," Daniel responded, "well both sit in the cage. Come on Matty!"
"Don't call me that" Matthias replied as he was hauled into the back seat of a squad car by the enthusiastic leopard. As the door closed he mused at the interior. He himself had never been inside a police car before, because he followed all the rules and did as he was told. He never even dreamed of breaking the law, because he was raised to be a model citizen. As Matthias and Daniel rode in the back of the car to their respective homes, Matthias felt something brush his thigh. He looked up to see Daniel nonchalantly looking off into space, the look of innocence displayed on his face. This incident occurred several times on the ride home, each time when Matthias' attention was distracted and each time he failed to catch Daniel's movement, but he was growing more certain that it was Daniel that was pawing his thigh. In fact, it wasn't only Matthias certainty that was growing. Matthias felt himself getting hard and tried to cover himself subtly as they continued on the drive home. However, he noticed a growing smile on Daniel's muzzle and a twinkle in his eye which Matthias had never noticed before.
However, just as Matthias was about to mention Daniel's peculiar activity, Mark pulled up to Matthias' house. As the wolf was let out of the car by Mark, Daniel caught his paw causing Matthias to look back into those sparkling eyes.
"Hey, can you swing by my place on the way home from school tomorrow? There's something I want to talk to you about?" Daniel asked, all playfulness fleeing from his face. "Yeah, of course I can," Matthias responded, "see you tomorrow." With that he waved goodbye and he watched as Mark and Daniel drove off down the dark and ominous street until they disappeared from sight all together.
Matthias went into his two story suburban home which he shared with his parents, who were sitting in the kitchen as he walked in. His hardn, to his relief had disappeared. His mother was an aerobics instructor and his father was a locksmith. Both had taught Matthias their areas of concentration, claiming that one might never known when such skills as flexibility and lock picking could come in handy.
"How was scouts tonight, sweetie?" his mother, a russet red wolf asked.
"It was the same as usual," Matthias grumbled, finally feeling the heavy burden that the tough Thursday had thrown upon him. "I'm gonna go to bed now."
"Sumthin wrong, Matty?" his father asked, a look of concern appearing on his face.
"No nothing's wrong, and don't call me Matty," Matthias snapped. "I'm not a kid anymore. In a few weeks I'm gonna be an adult so I'd appreciate it if you treat me like one." He failed to see the hurt looks on the faces of his parents as he vanished into the darkness of his room. He didn't bother to turn the lights on as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled of his pants leaving only his striped boxers on.
As he laid down in his twin bed, the sharp twang of musk from his crotch hit his sensitive nose. As he looked down, he could see the pink member slowly peep out of his sheath. However, Matthias was too bushed to relieve himself of the building pressure. "I'll take care of it tomorrow," he thought to himself as he pushed thoughts of sexual desire away from his mind and rolled over trying to get comfortable. He drifted off to sleep, and passed into pleasant dreams concerning his spotted friend.
"Beep...Beep...Beep"
Matthias shot out of bed when the penetrating sound of his alarm clock jolted him awake the following morning. He willed his furry arm to reach over and slam the off button then collapsed back into the warm confines of his blankets. However, his rest was not long lived as another penetrating sound shook away any forms of sleep that lingered.
"Matthias," his mother poked her muzzle in the doorway, "Time for school. Come on sleepy head, time to get up, I've got eggs and bacon ready for you, so hurry up before they get cold."
Matthias grumbled and murmured as he pulled himself out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, as if he had a hangover from the drunkenness of sleep. He wolfed down the bacon and slurped up the salty and somewhat runny white eggs. Following this, he drained the tangy orange juice in a single gulp then rushed to his room to throw on some cargo shorts and a t-shirt with his favorite bands title on it, "The Twilite Breed". He rushed out the door, in time for Daniel and his father to pull up in their Rendezvous.
"You're still coming over after school, right?" Daniel asked when Matthias hopped in the car and let his back pack plummet to the bottom of the car.
"You bet, but what is it you want me to talk to you about?" Matthias asked. With a furtive glance toward his father who was at the steering wheel navigating the treacherous streets on the way to drop the teens off at school, Daniel whispered "I'd rather not talk about it in present company."
Getting the drift Matthias replied "Ah, ok then, well I'll definitely be there." As the car arrived at their school, Butcher High, Daniel got out, followed by Matthias who was checking out Daniel's perfect ass as they walked into to school. Suddenly, Jeff Katz, an 7 and ½ foot fox, came storming up and shoved Matthias to the ground. Daniel turned around to see Jeff towering over Matthias, and responded with a bearing of fangs and a snarling hiss.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Jeff?" Daniel shouted, putting himself in between the hulking vulpine and the fallen wolf.
"You should have seen him, Daniel" Jeff responded. "That faggot's eyes were glued on your backside. You should thank me. He might've jumped you and given you the gay disease."
"Who cares if he's gay?"Daniel replied, a rumbling starting to build in his chest. "His lifestyle doesn't hurt anybody."
"He's a faggot and all faggots deserve to burn in hell. They are corrupting the American culture and are responsible for the spread of AIDS. Not to mention it's unnatural to have some guys cock rammed up your ass. Hey queerbait," Jeff directed at Matthias. "You'd better watch your back, or else you're gonna wind up in a ditch somewhere, broken, battered and beaten to within an inch of your life."
"You lay a claw upon him and I'll tear you to shreds" Daniel spoke up, his voice now teetering on the edge of danger. He lent out a paw and pulled Matthias to his feet.
"I'd like to see you try," Jeff sneered, "Seeing as how my father is the Chief of Police, I could have arrested and thrown away for ten years. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were both faggots, and fucking each other's brains out. It would explain why you two queers hang out a lot."
Daniel extended his claws and was about to swipe of the side of Jeff's muzzle when Matthias caught his arm. "No Daniel, he's not worth it. He'll get his comeuppance some day. Come on, let's go."
Matthias pulled Daniel away from the sneering fox and they walked to their homerooms. Matthias was tearing up inside, but he didn't want to let Daniel know that Jeff had got to him. Though he wondered, could Daniel also be gay?
As the school day ended, Daniel's father picked them up and drove them both to the Harrison's house. On the way Mr. Harrison asked "Anything interesting happen at school today?"
Daniel, noting Matthias' silence, responded "Not really, just another normal day at Butcher, dad."
When they got to the house, they got out of the car just as Ms. Harrison got in. They were leaving for some sort of business trip for the weekend. "Okay you two, I've left some money on the counter for pizza tonight, and Mark is working late. He should be home about midnight. Try not to break anything while were gone and don't stay up too late."
"Okay mom," Daniel said as he rolled his eyes. When they drove off, the two went inside to the living room, where they plopped down on the couch.
"So," Matthias said "what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"It's about us, actually." Daniel replied.
"Us..."
"Yeah...Matthias, I know you're gay. I've known for quite some time."
"What..but...how... I'm not..." Matthias tried to respond but Daniel cut him off.
"It's okay. I'm gay as well. Why else would I try grabbing your thigh last night?"
"Aha, well that makes sense" Matthias said, his nerves easing down.
"Matthias," Daniel spoke up, barely above a whisper, even though there was no one there but them. "I want to be more than just friends. I want to be with you in every way possible. Please will you have me?"
Matthias looked into Daniel's eyes and saw sincerity and another emotion which he couldn't recognize. "Are you serious?"
A mischievous smirk appeared on Daniel's muzzle as he said "Does this answer your question?" And with that he pushed himself over to Matthias and kissed him.
Matthias, surprised at first, eagerly returned the kiss, locking muzzles with the snow leopard of his dreams. Daniel crawled on top of him as their body heat was rapidly increasing. Daniel straddled Matthias and slowly and passionately kissed him. Then Matthias felt Daniel's tongue tap his lips, as if asking for entry. Matthias complied, and soon their tongues were entangled and wrestling with each other. Two warm ribbons of flesh dueled inside their muzzles. As Matthias breathed out into Daniel, Daniel breathed in and as Matthias breathed in through his nose, Daniel breathed out through his. Thus the two were able to continue kissing without breaking for what seemed ten minutes.
When they did eventually break, Matthias now felt his full hardn grinding against Daniel's through their clothes. He looked up into the cat's eyes, seeing tears of joy and that unidentifiable emotion much stronger now.
Without even speaking, both gave approval to the other that they wanted to go further. Matthias slipped his paws around the rim of Daniels shirt and pulled it off of the feline. As he did so, he ran his paws around the contours and muscles that the cat had been hiding. He ran his claws lightly over his torso until he reached Daniel's nipples. At this he pinched the right nipple and moved his muzzle down and started to suck on the left. Daniel closed his eyes at the pleasure he was receiving, his mouth hanging open and drool starting to slobber out. After a couple minutes, Matthias switched nipples and pinched and sucked some more until Daniel stopped him.
Daniel then removed Matthias' shirt and flipped them over so that Matthias was on top. Then Daniel started to lick and suck on Matthias neck and Matthias started to nibble on Daniels ear. An abundance of pleasure overwhelmed them both and they ended up losing their shorts. They lay there, Matthias atop of Daniel, grinding their hardns against each other through that thin fabric that was their boxers. They kissed deeply, sword fighting with their tongues, sharing with each other compassion, devotion and love as they expressed their feelings towards one another. Then Matthias took the initiative and pulled down Daniel's boxers, revealing the 9 inch black member that stood at attention. Daniels cock had already started to leak precum and was being soaked by it. So Matthias gripped the meat in his paws and started to paw off Daniel.
Daniel, who was now in state of euphoric bliss, decided to return the favor. He reached down and pulled of Matthias' boxers and out sprung the thick 7 inch pink shaft. Without hesitation, Daniel bent over and took Matthias' whole length into his maw as Matthias continued to paw off Daniel, the precum acting as lube. Daniel commenced with bobbing his head up and down on Matthias' shaft and Matthias could feel himself getting closer and closer, so he started to speed up his paw. Daniel wrapped his feline tongue around the meat in his maw as he bobbed and this finally caused Matthias to hit his climax. He tilted his head up and howled as spurt after spurt of hot thick seed sprayed into Daniel's throat, which the leopard quickly swallowed. After Matthias was spent, Daniel licked his lips and said, "Mmm...delicious."
Matthias looked into Daniel's eyes as he said, "Daniel, I want you to breed me."
Daniel winked at him, and got out from under him. He rushed upstairs and a moment later came down with a tube of KY.
"Looks like someone was prepared" Matthias stated with a smirk.
"Mmmmmhmmmm" was Daniel's reply as he applied the lube to his black member. He turned Matthias over so that he was on his back applied some lube to his tail hole. After which, he stuck a finger up inside to smear the lube all around inside. He positioned his member at the entrance, but hesitated. "Are you sure you want me to do this? I don't want to hurt you."
Matthias responded with "There's nothing you can do to hurt me. Please, I want you inside of me."
With that Daniel pushed forward and started to spear Matthias on his cock. Now even though Matthias fingered himself before, this pain was unlike any he ever felt, but for the sake of Daniel, he gritted his fangs and toughed it out. When Daniel was only half way in he noticed the look of pain on Matthias' face and stopped.
"Are you okay," Daniel asked, concern showing its ugly head.
"I'm fine. This is nothing" Matthias stated
So Daniel continued and soon he was hilted inside of Matthias. He slowly began to pull back and while there was pain there was not as much as before. When Daniel thrusted back in quickly the majority of the pain was replaced with jolts of pleasure as the tip of Daniel's member hit Matthias' prostate. Daniel started speeding up his thrusts and making them harder, both of them now in a realm of pure ecstasy.
At that point Daniel couldn't hold it anymore and shot ropes of cum into Matthias' gut. When He was finished he pulled out and both of them went upstairs to Daniels room where they lay in each other's arms, gazing into the beauty that was their eyes. And Matthias saw that emotion again, but this time he recognized what it was, for he felt it too. It was love.
As the two were laying happily in each other's arms, they were unaware they had an unseen voyeur. Jeff Katz stood outside the Harrison house, a cell phone in his paw.
A wicked smile grew upon his muzzle as he spoke to fur on the other end. "You'll never guess what I just saw..."
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Siblings By Maximus Bluemane
Chapter 1
"Saito! Sakura!"
The two young tigerskunks could hear their mother's call ringing out all the way from the forest clearing they were in. After a moment of silence, it registered that they were being called.
The male, Saito, stirred, but as he did, he felt his sister, Sakura, press her naked white with black stripe furred body against his black with white stripe furred one. He felt her warm breath on his neck as she whispered into it, "Mmm. Just a little longer, little brother."
He closed his eyes and sighed in contentment. How could he possibly resist her. Though she called him little brother and he called her big sister, they were twins, identical but opposite. Their striping was identical, but their coloring was inverse. They were very close and shared a bond since birth. As they reached their teens, the closeness that was developed turned into one that would have been frowned upon had anybody known.
He smiled and reached up, running his paw through Sakura's dark hair, and in response, she closed her eyes and leaned down to kiss him lovingly. It was more than the love of a brother and sister. It was well beyond what siblings should feel, but they felt it regardless. It was the sort of love that was forbidden. Whatever it was, though, it was theirs.
Their embrace was interrupted by another of their mother's calls. This time, they relented knowing not to keep their mother waiting for too long. They got up from the ground and pulled their clothes on. On the familiar, often-traveled path back through the woods, they held hands, stealing the occasional kiss or nuzzle. They only behaved themselves more as they got closer to their ancestral home.
It had been where their family had lived for several hundred years perfecting the family profession in each generation. Right now, their father was the master of this profession and was out on business. When he was home, however, he always trained the twins. In fact, in their teens, they were already better trained killers and assassins than most "professionals."
Their father, a large, but nimble Bengal tiger always made sure to express the importance of the fact that though they killed and did so efficiently, it was never to be done without honor. Their family and the organization they traditionally worked for only went after those who were evil and deserved death. Its agents were the judges, juries, and executioners.
When they reached the house, they smiled at one another. Their father's car was in the driveway, which meant he was home from his business. He was waiting at the door with their mother, a beautiful green eyed skunk. He looked down at them, trying to act stern despite the chuckle in his voice. Sometimes, Saito and Sakura wondered if their parents knew more about their relationship than they let on. Generally, they just let their childish naiveté brush it aside.
"Shame on you for making your mother wait like that. Now I don't know if I should give you the gifts I brought home for you. What a pity. They were so very nice and special too."
Their father was unable to keep a straight face for long before all four of them burst out laughing. Their mother smiled warmly at her family when they had all calmed down and said, "Come. It's time for dinner. You can open your father's gifts afterwards."
Their gifts turned out to be the most precious thing their father had ever given them. It was a twin set of katanas, one for Saito, one for Sakura. The blades were identical except for the grip and the sheath. The ones on Sakura's sword, Veritas were black while the ones on Aequitas, Saito's sword, were white. Their father explained that Veritas and Aequitas respectively meant truth and justice, and that they were the values his children should bear utmost in their heart when taking up their blades. They had been made by a renowned blacksmith specifically for them. Saito and Sakura were ecstatic.
Later that night, Saito lay awake in his bed. He could clearly hear his parents loud moans filling the house as they made love. It wasn't the first time he'd heard them, but they were particularly loud tonight, probably because of how long their father had been away. The other thing that was keeping him up though was the fact that he could not get Sakura out of his head. They had clumsily played with and teased one another several times, but they were both still virgins. They had always been afraid to cross that line with one another like it was some point of no return. Lately, they'd been coming a lot closer only to stop nervously, even avoiding various little acts here and there. The more times it happened, the more Sait thought he felt like he wanted it to happen, however wrong it was. He wondered how Sakura felt about it. It hadn't come up in any of their conversations. He wondered if she was awake right now, listening to their parents like he was.
He received his answer a few minutes later when he heard his door open and saw Sakura's nude form silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. She stepped into room and closed the door behind her. Saito's attention was drawn to the fact that all the while her one paw was at her pussy, fingering it slowly. The whole situation kind of caught him by surprise as up until now everything as always done very carefully, and this was very risky. He understood though, the thoughts of their parents doing what they were, coupled with her having any thoughts at all like his, may have caused her to do what she was doing.
Saito could see a little better that he was pretty close to on the mark as she drew closer to the bed. He could see the lust and desire in Sakura's eyes as she drew near to him, still fingering herself.
Sakura pulled the covers of Saito's bed aside, exposing her brother's own naked body, revealing that his cock was already swollen and out of its sheath. She looked into his eyes and let her fingers run tentatively along his length. All Saito could do was arch his hips and moan in response to his sister's inexperienced touch.
He ran his fingers through her hair as she leaned down and flicked her tongue at the tip of his cock, tasting his pre. He shivered at the feeling. They had only tried this once before and it didn't last long. It wasn't for lack of trying, but the new sensation made him climax way too fast and Sakura had not been quite ready to take too much of him into her mouth.
Now, however, she seemed far more willing as she flicked her tongue along the tip again. Slowly her lips parted over the tip and her muzzle sank around it. She looked up into his green eyes and he felt as though his whole body were on fire.
Carefully, she tried to ease her muzzle down a little further, pausing as she felt her gag reflex nearly kick in. After the feeling had subsided, she eased more of her "little brother's" cock into her maw. After she had paused a few more times, she managed her way to the hilt. Her own brother's entire cock was buried in her muzzle and throat.
The warmth of Sakura's mouth was almost too much to handle for Saito, but he maintained control. She was having an effect on him he'd never felt before. Eventually, Sakura let her head start making little bobbing motions and it was damn near more than Saito could take, his cock growing harder with every motion. He let his own hand run slowly along her body, caressing her fur and gently but clumsily fondling her budding breasts.
The moan Sakura let out in response against his cock sent vibrations through his body, another new feeling, and another that nearly sent him over the edge. He moaned again as his paw found the one of hers that was fingering her pussy. He let his fingers entwine with hers and help her. He could feel how aroused she was by her wetness.
Saito wanted to let Sakura feel the enjoyment that he was feeling. Slowly, he eased his cock from her muzzle. He smiled at the confused look on her face and leaned down, kissing her tenderly before he rolled her over onto her back. Slowly, he let his lips trail away from hers and down along the underside of her muzzle. Hearing her moans and feeling confident that he was doing something right as a result, he let his lips graze down further, caressing her neck and then letting his tongue run flat along her collarbone.
His lips then made their way to her breasts where he spent a fair amount of time, flicking his tongue teasingly at her nipples and giving them each a gentle suckle as his tongue swirled around them. When he felt her nipples harden beneath his touch, he allowed his lips to travel further until they reached her hot inner thighs. He could literally feel the heat pouring from them as he inhaled his sister's scent. This was something he had wanted to try the last few times, but they were not comfortable with up until now. Now, it simply felt right. He placed light, feathery kisses on her left thigh and then her right as his hands caressed them with a velveteen touch. One of his fingers was still with hers, dipping in and out of her pussy while his other hand was now spreading her pussy lips as each kiss on her thighs drew his muzzle closer to her wetness. Finally, with her lips spread, he placed the flat of his tongue against her sensitive inner walls and dragged it upward, from top to bottom, tasting her juices for one of the first times as his hands teased her.
He thoroughly enjoyed her taste. It reminded him of strawberries with a hint of citrus. As their combined fingers worked their way in and out of her pussy, his tongue flicked again at her wetness, taking another taste before dipping inside of her. With a moan, Sakura wrapped her legs around Saito's head, encouraging him to do more. At this encouragement, he buried his muzzle in between his sister's legs, lapping sloppily but eagerly at anywhere his tongue will reach, savoring every taste of his sister's sweet nectar that he can get. His tongue dragged constantly over her, enjoying the reaction it got from her and the sensation it gave him. Burying his tongue as deep inside her as it would go, he sent her over the edge, feeling her juices flood all over his muzzle and fill his mouth. All he could do was moan as he enjoyed the taste of his own sister washing over him and let it intoxicate him. It was a taste he'd never forget.
Sakura wrapped her hands in her bother's ivory locks and pulled him up and away from her now soaked pussy, perhaps a little more roughly than she originally intended. She pulled Saito to her lips and kissed him wildly as her paw reached down to stroke his hard cock. She could taste herself on her brother's lips and it turned her on even more.
Eventually, they parted from the kiss, and she whispered in his ear, "I need you inside me, little brother."
Saito looked her in the eyes after he heard her statement and asked, "Are you sure?"
Sakura bit her bottom lip and nodded at him. "I've never been so sure about anything," she said as she took his cock, still held in her paw and ran the tip up and down along her moist lips. "I want to cross that line little brother. I want you so badly."
Shivering from nerves and letting instinct kick in, Saito slowly and gently slide his cock into his own beautiful sister. He paused when he was met with the resistance of her virginity. He looked into her eyes questioningly and she nodded to him as if reassuring him that it was what she desired.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Ever so gently, he leaned down to kiss his sister, easing himself against her and applying pressure as gently as possible. After a few moments and a yelp of pain, he was fully inside of Sakura.
Her eyes watered and he could see the pain in her eyes. He wondered whether he had hurt her or done something wrong. It wasn't until she pulled him into another gentle kiss and gingerly ground her hips against his a little that Saito started to relax again.
Sakura's grinding motions slowly picked up pace a little and began to have the desired effect on Saito, causing his own instincts to cause him to pull partially out of her and thrust gently back in. Seeing the effect this had on his sister, he started to build a gentle rhythm of thrusts, his cock growing harder inside her as he felt her walls flexing instinctively around him. His hands slide along her body, exploring every inch, enjoying the new senses that were being drawn out by everything they were doing as he finds little places where her nerves are extra sensitive to a soft touch.
In a shaky, panting voice, somewhat muffled in her brother's neckfur, she whispered to him, "Listen to them, Saito," as they heard their parents moaning again, "Listen to them moaning. You can actually hear the love in their moans. I want that for us little brother. I want us to always have that same feeling together that our parents do for one another."
Saito nodded, his thrusts increasing in speed, sending tremors through both their bodies. "Oh god, big sis, I want the same. I haven't stopped thinking about it at all lately."
Sakura rolled over so she was atop Saito, her hips rolling and grinding against his as she looked down into her brother's eyes, moving at a constantly increasing pace, bringing herself closer to climax. "We've crossed that line Saito, and our bond is one that nobody will take away, and one that can't be broken. I love you little brother," she moaned as she felt herself starting to cum.
"Oh god, I love you, big sister," Saito groaned as his hips met her every move before a shudder overtook his entire body while his cock spasmed and spread his seed inside his first love, his own sister.
They collapsed into on another's arms and fell asleep that way as lovers should and as siblings shouldn't.
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Siblings Ch. 1 by Maximus Bluemane
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OH MY GOD!! 10 o'clock in the morning and I've had more sex than any one man could possibly handle.
How wrong that thought turned out to be. We weren't even one-third of the way toward our goal.
What a mixed bag of emotions. I was physically spent and energized at the same time. Spent from the incredible session I'd just had, yet energized with the fantasy typed thoughts of what was ahead for the rest of the day.
Back into the van, we pulled out of the shopping center and headed north on 159. I assumed we would get back onto the interstate and head toward the city. However, we stayed on 159 and headed north toward Collinsville. It had been a few years since I had been on this old highway, so the sights weren't familiar to me. We had gone perhaps 6 or 7 miles when we turned off into a small strip center. The van stopped in front of an exotic piercing studio.
"Time for your next gift. This is from all of us, " announced Nate.
The five of us filed into the small and surprisingly clean establishment. We were greeted by a beautiful, but some what hard-edged woman who appeared to be in her late 30's or early 40's. "Hello, boys. I've been expecting you. Is this the birthday boy?" she asked pointing to me.
"Yes, ma'am," Damon answered. "We're here for what we discussed."
"Then follow me."
She led us into a room just behind the tastefully decorated waiting area. I had always enjoyed piercings on male lovers. I had even talked about getting some body parts of my own pierced, but always chickened out. This was exciting and scary at the same time.
"So, we do the nipples, right?" she asked.
The reply was unanimously affirmative from my friends. I was asked to remove my shirt and to set back in the chair over against the wall. As preparations were made, releases signed, and the process was made ready, I began to grow nervous.
"Don't be nervous," said the lovely proprietor. "I've got ways to help you relax." With that, she unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a pair of incredible braless tits. "These clothes are unsanitary," she announced. "And we must have sanitary conditions!" She removed her short skirt. She had her back to me as she removed her thong panties. She turned to face me and revealed a fully erect 6 inch dick.
"A tranny!" I cried out. "Oh my god!" She, or he, stepped forward and offered her, I mean, his cock to me. This was the most incredible fantasy I had ever had. I had always wanted to make it with a transsexual. Again, I opened my mouth and took her, I mean his, dick into my throat. Though this cock was totally masculine, this creature was feminine in every other way. Soft skin, perfumed and powdered. She was ravishing. Yet, she was still part man as she thrusted her cock in and out. The scene was so hot for both of us that her orgasm was quick in coming. Imagine taking a scorching load of jism from such a beautiful woman. My ultimate fantasy.
After quickly cleaning up, and feeling much more relaxed, I hardly felt the intense, but brief, pain from the piercing tool. Both nipples were pierced and fitted with small bars. "After you wear these for a few weeks, you can move into larger appliances. I'll be happy to keep you fitted with whatever you need. And one more thing. That's EIGHT," the beautiful dicked chick announced as we prepared to leave.
This was a most bizarre and sexually charged half hour that any man could ever experience.
The guys paid for the piercing services. We piled back into the van and headed south, back down 159.
We came to the interstate and turned westward, heading toward St. Louis.
"Lunchtime!" announced Damon as we motored across the Poplar Street Bridge and caught Westbound Interstate 70. Twenty minutes or so later we exited the highway and into an older section of the burbs that I had never before visited. We pulled into a non-descript white clapboard building with a half-dozen cars parked in front. Scott led our party in to the establishment.
Much to my surprise we had walked into a gay bar / café. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I noticed several couples, both male and female engaging in conversation or eating lunch. Looking toward the rear of the building I noticed a female couple in a red vinyl seated booth. A red-haired girl in her early twenties knelt in front of the booth, her head buried between the legs of her companion. Sitting in the booth, with her long tanned legs spread widely apart and sticking into the café's walkway, was an equally beautifully brunette. She was definitely enjoying getting her pussy eaten by the gorgeous red head. The five of us stood mesmerized taking in the site of these two beautiful women engaged in their openly public exhibition of lesbian sex. The two lady lovers were completely unaware of the fact that they were being watched by so many. I doubt that even if they had become aware of an audience that they would have changed anything.
We found a table very close to the female exhibitionists. I was fixated on the show before us. Soon the girls changed positions. The redhead took a seat and her dark haired lover pulled up the redhead's skirt to reveal a pantyless shaven cunt, glistening in its moistened excitement. The redhead looked at our table, winked, smiled, and then lost herself in her personal pleasure as her raven haired girlfriend feasted on her gaping pussy.
Moments later my focus on these two ravishing beauties was broken by the sound of male pleasure coming from our left. We all looked over to see two men, obviously professional, who had met up for a luncheon date. Both men had on dress shirts and ties, but had stripped of their shoes, socks, and trousers. A large built man with salt and pepper hair in his mid-40's was fucking his lunch date right in the middle of the floor. Another incredible site was taking place before us. As each minute passed and the noon hour approached, the place continued to fill. Singles would come in and meet a friend/lover. Couples would come in and cozy up in one of the several semi-private booths that made up the perimeter of the entire building. Even a few single men and women would come in and sit alone, just to watch the noon time entertainment. One man, in a brown uniform of a UPS delivery man sat alone at a table and jerked himself off while watching two other beautiful lesbians locked in a hot 69. The atmosphere in this place was pure eye candy. Sex was going on in every corner of this establishment. After several minutes of enjoying the various performances being staged all around us, we were interrupted by a blonde Adonis who introduced himself as our waiter. He wore skin tight, faded jeans, with rips and tears is just the right places. The various holes sending the message that there was nothing under those jeans except a cock that needed to be sucked.
I couldn't even remember his name. He went around the table and took our drink orders. After ordering a bourbon on the rocks, he asked if I was the birthday boy. Upon learning that I was, he stated that all my drinks and lunch were on the house. "We also have another special for our birthday boy patrons!"
I could only imagine by this time!
Our drinks were delivered without delay. A second round of drinks quickly followed. At the delivery of the third round, our waiter came to take our food order. We all had decided on one of the several sandwiches from their menu. But, the shocker was that when he came to take the food order, our waiter had stripped down to nothing but a jockstrap. He was a beautiful man in every sense of the word. And if that jockstrap wasn't stuffed with a pair of socks, this man was incredibly hung.
After turning in our food order, our lovely waiter returned. "Now for the first part of your birthday special!" He stepped to the side of our booth and emerged with a folding chair. "Sit here, Mr. Birthday Boy!" he instructed. I did as I was ordered. The chair was placed about five feet out, facing our eight person corner booth. The house music stopped and immediately a hot, grinding dance tune came over the stereo system. Our handsome waiter proceeded to give me a lap dance like no other. Bumping, grinding, blowing into my ear, rubbing himself up and down my body. He used his nose to nuzzle my crotch. I felt that nose through my leather pants. Shots of pleasure coursed through my veins. Suddenly as the song came to an end, our bawdy waiter dropped his jock to reveal a massive hardn. Nine inches or more of pure white meat. Within seconds, I had the head of that giant piece of meat in my mouth as I strained to take more and more of him. I'd never had a cock of such stature, but I was determined to have all of it or choke trying.
Little by little I relaxed my throat and took more of him. After just a few minutes, my nose was being tickled by his curly pubic hair, signifying that I had accomplished the task of taking nine inches of man meat. The lust and animal passion that I had experienced a couple of times already today returned. At that moment, nothing was more vital than having that cock exactly where it was, and tasting his forthcoming shower of cum.
I had to work hard to accommodate that massive slab of meat. But, my efforts paid off. Shortly, I was treated to still another eruption of hot cum.
All this cum in just a half day. How could I even be hungry right now?
My beautiful waiter pulled his still semi-hard tool from my mouth. He leaned over, gave me a sweet kiss and thanked me for the excellent blowjob. "Oh, by the way, sir, that's NINE!"
"And now," our waiter announced, "allow us to return the favor! Many happy returns, kind sir!"
With that, four nude, hunky men filed out from the kitchen. One more gorgeous than the next. All were similar in height, weight, and body shape, and each sported a very nice erection. "This, sir is our appetizer tray. Please select the one you find most appealing."
I looked each one of them over as they stood before our table. During my examination, two nude women wheeled out a bed from the same back room. They stopped behind the line of four hunks, and prepared the bed for use. As I continued to survey the buffet of cock before my eyes, the two lovely lasses engaged one another in an awesome kiss. Each reached down and began to finger the other's pussy. The site was totally unbelievable. This couldn't really be happening.
Among the four young studs, I selected an incredibly handsome Asian fellow. A clean shaven man of about 6 feet, 160 pounds. Not a single blemish could be seen on his smooth, yellow skin. His pubic patch had been trimmed into a small black triangle just above his dick. His erection translated into seven inches of a very thin, and so inviting, manhood.
The other three men wished me a happy birthday and filed out of the dining room and back into the kitchen area. My pick then stepped forward, took me by the hand and led me toward the bed. We stood in front of the bed, and just before our appreciative audience of Nate, Mike, Scott, and Damon. In a single move, the nameless Asian removed my new shirt. He tossed it aside to another waiter who folded it nicely and placed it on a nearby table. My latest partner then removed my shoes and expertly dropped and removed my leather pants. My cock sprung to attention. The gorgeous Asian man then sat on the side of the bed and pulled me closer to him. He took my cock into his mouth. For several minutes he gave me unforgettable oral pleasure. He then extracted my dick from his mouth and turned me around. He then began to snake his tongue toward my ass. Unable to reach the target with me standing, he moved me to the bed and asked me to get on my hands and knees. Immediately, I felt his hands spread the cheeks of my ass followed by the moistness of his tongue probing my anus. "Relax, darling," he commanded. I did, and soon felt his tongue probing as deep as it possibly could. His right hand also leaned forward and started to slowly stroke my hard piston. Momentarily, I felt a finger beginning to inch its way into my puckering asshole. I love to be fucked, and his finger brought forth that wonderful sensation as he slowly massaged my prostate. Soon, as second finger entered me, followed by a third. Suddenly he removed all three fingers and quickly replaced them with his condom covered cock. The fucking was incredible and continued for several minutes. Then, that familiar stirring in my scrotum told me that I was going to cum very soon.
As my orgasm approached, the sweet Asian pulled out of me and turned me over. We migrated into a 69 and orally pleasured one another. The drinks, the visual setting, the sweet tasting cock in my mouth and the expert attention of this fine Oriental man soon brought me to my second mind-shattering orgasm of the day. Just as I erupted into his talented mouth, he moaned, said something that was inaudible, and gave me a load of his sweet and salty cum. 'Totally amazing' were the only words that came to me. And the only words that came from my sex partner was "That's TEN!"
We cleaned one another off and our food was delivered immediately. As we sat to enjoy our lunch, we were treated to another incredible show. The two lovely women who had brought the bed out earlier returned to the dining area, sat down side by side on that same bed's edge, and began to engage in a session of lesbian love just for our viewing pleasure. What a way to enjoy an excellent lunch.
As we finished our glorious lunch, the sexually stimulating atmosphere had finally taken its effect on my three gay friends. Mike and Scott started by kissing one another. Their kissing quickly moved into some very heavy petting and feeling up of one another. Soon, each of them had their cocks out of their pants. Though we sat in a booth big enough for eight people, there just wasn't room enough for three guys to sit while two other guys had hot sex. While our straight friend Damon sat and watched the site going on before him, Nate and I slid out of our seats, which opened the way for Mike and Scott to get out of the booth and go find a place to have sex. They disappeared.
Suddenly, Nate turned to me and asked me about how I was enjoying my birthday so far. "I love you, Bri," was all he said. He reached out and cradled my head in his hands, and leaned forward and gave me a tender and loving kiss. God, I love this man. He is all I want in this life. He broke our intimate kiss and kneeled down before me to give me a blowjob. It was just past noon and I had already had two mind-blowing orgasms. I didn't know if I could have another so soon. Nate sat on the floor before me as I sat at the edge of the corner booth. As Nate continued his loving expert service, a stranger stepped forward. Without a word, the man walked up, stood with a leg on either side of Nate, and displayed his erect cock just inches from me. "I couldn't help but enjoy the show that has been going on over here by your table. I am so turned on. Would you like to suck my cock?"
My answer to him was non-verbal in nature. I leaned forward and took his 6 inch, uncircumcised cock into my mouth. It had a sensual smell of musk, which is a total turnn to me. I felt Nate's mouth around my dick, and my own lips around this stranger's dick. Again, the heat of the moment created an animal like starvation in my soul. I had to have his pretty cock, and I had to have his load as my creamy dessert.
All too soon my needs were satisfied. Almost by surprise, I felt my own orgasm come on quickly and without warning. It's okay, Nate loves to swallow my loads, just as I do his. And nearly simultaneously, this stranger poured his ejaculate into my hungry mouth. It was an unbelievable way to top off a most excellent lunch experience.
The stranger offered his thanks and walked away. I looked down at my lover and we stared lovingly into each other's eyes. We were not only great sex partners, we truly loved one another with all our hearts. I never felt closer to the man I loved than at this very moment. He was part of the most incredible fantasy I had ever experienced. "I love you, Nate," I said as I pulled him up into an intimate kiss. I tasted my own semen still on his lips and breath.
I looked over at Damon. He seemed very content and simply smiled back at me. I did notice earlier that Damon was especially interested when the two lovely lesbians performed for us. That indeed turned him on. I couldn't believe how well Damon was taking this day-long queer orgy. "Hey, Bri," Damon called out. "I think that was ELEVEN." He just smiled.
Nate was my lover for life, but Damon was undoubtedly my oldest and best friend. Nate is incredible.
Lunch ended with our departure from this unbelievable club. We motored eastward on Interstate 70 back towards the downtown area. We continued down the riverfront area passing the Dome, the Old Cathedral, the site of Busch Stadium, and the mighty Arch. We drove back onto the Poplar Street Bridge and was headed back to Illinois.
Moments into East St. Louis, we took an exit and found ourselves heading north toward Brooklyn. Now Brooklyn is the home to sex clubs, arcades, and porno shops. For someone who loves cock as much as I do, this place is a fantasy land.
I was quickly whisked out of the van and nearly carried into one of the arcades by my four hosts. Inside the building I was promptly escorted to one of the large booths to the left of the front door. Damon stood before the screen and immediately put $30 or $40 worth of dollar bills into the machine. That would be good for quite a long time. He selected a sexy gay porno, smiled to me and stepped out of the booth.
Not much over a minute passed before my door opened. In the doorway stood a handsome fellow who appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties, about my age or a bit younger. I looked at him and nodded, which was his cue that he was welcome. He remained standing and promptly unzipped his pants and offered his semi-hard dick to me. It was an average cock, not too big and not too small. It had a pleasant smell of baby powder or some kind of fresh scented talc.
The culture of this facility didn't call for any foreplay or even conversation. Every man in the place was there for the explicit purpose to be on the giving or receiving end of a blowjob. Because of the mood of this place, and the visual stimulation of the hardcore gay porno playing in my booth, it didn't take long for the nameless owner of this fresh scented cock to cum. His load was not large, indicating that this wasn't his first orgasm of the day. But his load was tasty. Like fine wines from various vintners, each load of semen that I had enjoyed so far on this glorious day was unique and a vintage all its own. The stranger muttered a simple, 'thanks' and disappeared.
I continued to sit and leaned back against the wall to relax for a few moments. The porno continued and quite naturally, my hand navigated itself toward my leather encased dick. I was having the time of my life. Just then, there was a slight knock on the door to my booth, and a quiet voice, "That's an even DOZEN!"
I smiled. Here I was on this early March afternoon, sitting in a booth in a porno arcade with a belly full of twelve loads of male cum. My smile grew bigger.
My thoughts were interrupted by a slight knock on the door. It opened slightly and I saw a gentleman, perhaps in his late 40's or early 50's. He was thin, had on very nice clothes, shoes and a fine watch. He was obviously a business man of some sort out of the office for the afternoon. His reason for being here didn't matter to me. What did matter was that he was clean, clean-cut, obviously well to do, and extremely handsome. "Your friend outside told me to tell you to take your clothes off so you don't ruin them."
I quickly undressed and handed my clothes out the door to Damon. I hadn't seen Nate, Mike or Scott since we had arrived at the arcade. My only assumption was that they were in another part of the building either sucking some cock or getting their own dicks sucked. I, however, was on a private adventure of my own. Now I sat in this booth without a stitch of clothing, and this handsome older guy standing before me.
Before he could get his cock out for me to suck, the door opened again. Another 40 something guy, also well dressed and well kept waited for my nod to enter. Behind him followed a very young fellow. He appeared to be far too young to be in a place like this. He looked to be 15 or 16 years old. But, the place cards and keeps minors out. So, if he was in here, I only could assume that he was legal. He looked like a boy though. What a turn!
Even with three hunky guys standing before my naked ass the booth was not terribly cramped. There was plenty of room for each of them to stand. And, as each one did so, they pulled out their dicks for me to see. What a variety. The first visitor had a cut cock of about 7 inches or so. The second older guy produced a shorter, but much fatter dick, maybe 5 to 6 inches in length. But, the real surprise came from the young kid who dropped his pants to show me a whopping 9 inch piece of meat. His cock was curved slightly upward, reminding me of a sausage on a barbecue grill after it curves when cooked.
Each one began to jerk himself off. I was no longer leaning against the back wall, but was sitting forward, each cock just a few inches from my face. Very few words were uttered. Each man just continued to jack off, the pace getting more frantic with each passing minute.
Two or three minutes into this visual feast, the second older guy with the chubby cock was nearing climax. I leaned forward and took his fat dick into my mouth. That was all the stimuli he needed as he shot a fairly good sized load into my mouth. Before I could complete the clean up job of milking the last drops, the other older guy was nearing completion. I promptly shoved his lance into my mouth and tried to keep my bobbing head at the same pace as his pumping hand. The fury of both hand and mouth enticed this fellow to shoot his load down my throat. Because the giant cocked younger dude had so much more staying power, I was allowed to complete my clean up of the handsome business man. Then, just as I milked the least drop of cum from him, the kid started moaning and groaning that he was ready to cum. I didn't make it in time to take his dickhead into my mouth, but I was right there when the first powerful spurt became airborne and landed on the tip of my tongue, followed by a gusher that blasted the back of my throat. As cum continued to spurt forth, I brought his beautiful cock all the way in and deep throated him as the orgasmic buzz began to subside.
Minutes later, each of these three fine gentlemen zipped up, thanked me and stepped out of the booth. The porno continued to play. Just as he stepped into the doorway, the young kid turned around, bent down and gave me a kiss. He made it a point to run his tongue across my lips in order to taste the semen that had just filled my mouth. "You are in-fucking-credible, man!" He turned and left. But, just as the door came to, it opened again. The same kid stuck his head in the door and said, "the dude told me outside to tell you that's THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, AND FIFTEEN! Whatever the fuck that means." And he was gone.
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Encounter with a God
By FuzzWolf
This story is of an erotic furry nature, featuring Male/Male sex. This story and the character of Justin are Copyright of FuzzWolf. Anubis is Copyright ancient Egypt and her people.
The lamp's light flickered. For a moment, Justin feared it would go out and leave him alone in the dark. Luckily, he was able to get the fragile flame stable again. Breathing a sigh of relief, he continued the ritual. This was already getting creepy enough as it was, he really didn't need the light going out right now.
He looked around one last time to make sure all the artifacts were here before he began to recite the ancient incantations. As he spoke, he noticed strange sounds seeming to emanate from out of the darkness itself. His body began to shake as he finished, he wondered if that was from the cold that had suddenly sprung up or nerves. He shrunk back a bit against the nearest wall when the room began to fill with mist. He clutched his robe close to his body to ward off the bitter cold that swept in with the mist.
The mist coalesced in the center of the room, right in the center of the small circle of ancient symbols that Justin had collected. He started to wonder if this had been such a bright idea when he saw the shape of a person begin to form out of the white mist. Very gradually a shape became visible. The shape could clearly be seen to be that of a person, although about eight feet tall in this case. More detail became clear as the mist died down, leaving only a jackal standing and looking down on the one who had summoned him.
Justin gazed in awe; he couldn't believe this had worked. The god Anubis stood before him.
His body was picture perfect, having clearly defined muscles along his stomach and chest, a generally lean form with a cover of muscle on top. Being eight feet tall, he appeared a very intimidating size to Justin, but he noted his body was overall very slender and sleek. His tail started out like a panther's, in one piece at the base, and then separated at the end into a more hair-like bushel. He was of course, completely black. Justin couldn't tell from this distance if that was black skin that covered his body or if he actually had fur as he did. Justin shuffled forward a little, still on his knees to get a closer look.
The jackal god wore ceremonial garb as he was usually depicted as wearing in all the ancient texts Justin had found. A simple cloth fastened about his waist covered his lower extremities. He wore a large, decorative necklace that matched the bands on his wrists, ankles, and tail. He was just about how Justin had thought he would be, but even more impressive in person.
"Why have you summoned me?" Anubis asked, rather puzzled. He had not been called upon by a mortal in a very long time. In fact, he had thought that the old ways had been long forgotten by the mortals by now. He looked curiously at the young lion who crouched before him.
"My Lord, my only wish is to serve you. I-I offer myself to you." He stammered out, more than a little nervous.
Anubis cocked an eyebrow, and inwardly sighed. Not a thing had changed, these mortals only called upon the gods when they wanted something. Here this one was offering himself to him as so many others had in the past.
"And what do you want for the offering of your immortal soul?"
Justin was confused now, all he wanted was for Anubis to take him and make him his. But how could he phrase that? He began to feel a little embarrassed, why would someone so powerful be interested in anything he had to offer.
Blushing a little he responded, "I want nothing from you sir, I want only to serve you and minister to your needs."
The god sighed again, a little more audibly this time. This was a bit perplexing. Normally they'd just state their demands, he'd deliver their souls to the god of the underworld and that would be it. Hades was always in need of new souls, what did it matter to them if someone was willing to sell theirs a little early. In the days of old, Anubis would not have had the time for this kind of game, but he hadn't enjoyed any time in this more physical plane for nearly a millennia. He decided to play along for now, and see what this mere mortal truly desired.
"Come with me." Anubis stated as he pulled a lever on the wall that Justin had not noticed before. The wall slid open to reveal a darker room within. He meekly followed the god inside, watching in awe as Anubis snapped his fingers to make light appear from nowhere. The room contained a throne covered in dust, and decaying as the walls were. As Anubis made his way through the room however, the walls and floors repaired themselves, and the dust and cobwebs vanished. By the time he got to it, the throne looked perfectly new again.
Anubis made himself comfortable in his throne; four-footed jackals appeared from dark corners and approached him. One sat on either side of him; he reached down to briefly pet one on the head with affection. The others made themselves comfortable on the floor around the throne, watching Justin intently all the time. The dark god turned his attention to the trembling lion once more.
"Show me how you will 'minister' to my needs." He sat back in his throne, waiting to see what the young mortal would do now.
Justin knew the moment had come. Now he had to do what he had dreamed of for years. He drew himself up to his full height, just a little under six feet. He stood tall and proud before the jackal as he threw the robe off his shoulders to the stone floor. He was completely nude underneath, his tawny fur shone in the mysterious light. He approached the god slowly, trying to control his nerves as he kneeled down right in front of him.
Anubis raised an eyebrow; this wasn't what he had been expecting. Still, it was interesting, and a break from the tediousness of his immortal existence. He wondered what this lion was planning to do.
Now that he was very close to Anubis, Justin could see that he did in fact, have fur. He began to stroke the god's legs very gently. His fur was very soft, and quite short. It didn't obscure his magnificent physical form at all. Every curve and bulge of muscle was still clearly defined under his thin pelt.
As Justin softly stroked his legs he could only reflect on how beautiful Anubis was. If he died right now, he thought, he'd die happy.
Even with both Anubis and his four-footed guardians watching him, Justin felt a little bolder now, having got this far. He stroked farther up the dark legs, gently massaging Anubis' tightly muscled thighs. His breathing increased a little as he could now tell the jackal wore nothing under his ceremonial robe. Justin could feel his cock begin to slide from his sheath, his skin flushed a little under his fur with embarrassment. He'd know for sure if he'd be allowed to continue with his next move. He had to somehow get Anubis' robe open, and hope the god would not be offended by such a bold move.
Justin removed his shaking paws from under Anubis' robe, and began to move onto the next step. He nervously fiddled with the simple ties that held the god's robe on. He somehow succeeded in undoing them, and opening the decorated robe that covered Anubis' waist and thighs.
Justin looked at the prize that lay before him for several seconds before being able to move again. At this point he made no attempt to hide the wanton lust in his eyes. There, between the jackal's shapely thighs lay the prize that Justin sought. Anubis' cock has already slipped free of his short, furry sheath and lay un-erect over his very ample ball sack. The dog god's member was male beauty incarnate; it was the same perfect ebony black as his fur and had a shapely head that looked like it had been sculpted that way by some great artist of bygone days. It appeared long and sleek like the rest of his body, but that was much larger than the mere mortal who crouched before it, in worship. At a guess, Justin measured it at an impressive length of about nine, maybe ten inches, and a thickness that made him shiver at the thought of taking. The nervous, but getting bolder, lion reached a paw out.
Anubis looked on with wonder. This was most definitely not what he had been expecting from this. He could tell that the mortal was not armed, and his canine guards did not seem to detect any danger. He decided to just let this play out, and see what this lion truly intended.
Justin's paw softly stroked along the skin of Anubis' cock. The god inhaled a bit, it had been a long time indeed and the soft touch felt incredibly good. Taking that as a positive sign, Justin moved on. He wrapped one paw gently around the girth of the jackal's member and began to slowly stroke up and down. For several minutes he masturbated the dog god gently, watching in amazement as Anubis' cock gradually stiffened to full hardness in his paw. He curled his fingers around the cock's impressive girth very loosely and slowly moved his paw from the base to the very tip of the sensitive black head.
The light and gentle teasing on his member was driving Anubis wild. He tried to maintain his regal composure, but the occasional erotic grunt slipped out anyway. It had been a lifetime since he'd felt his cock swell with so much pleasure. The head of his cock throbbed with need as it started to drip his seed.
Justin smiled to see he was being rewarded with some precum. Clearly he was doing something right, and Anubis' made no motion to stop him. He leaned forward and, using his rough leonine tongue, slowly licked the dripping precum from the jackal's tender tip.
The extreme pleasure of the sudden lick on his maleness took Anubis' breath away for a moment. If he had actually needed air to live, he felt he surely would have passed out from the pleasure at that point. He sighed deeply, relaxing as best he could. He was really enjoying this intimate attention.
The lion squeezed his god's cock tightly in his paw for the briefest of moments to get a little more precum out of the impressive member. A thick bead of cum formed at the very tip and was quickly lapped up by Justin's tongue. Anubis was now beginning to whimper a bit and Justin decided the time for teasing was over. He now did what he had always dreamed of doing. He took the thick head of the jackal god's cock into his muzzle, guiding it slowly in till several inches of the shaft were in his mouth. Anubis moaned now as Justin began to softly suck on his member. Justin kept his eyes open as he bobbed his head up and down so he could watch in fascination as the god's slick, ebony cock slid past his lips. He gripped the thick base of the shaft tightly in one paw as he sucked, giving little squeezes now and then. He let his long, pink tongue wrap around the perfect smooth flesh, sucking hard and paying a lot of attention to the sensitive, dripping tip.
Anubis couldn't help but moan at how good it felt to have his cock sucked on after so long. His claws dug into the arms of his throne as he fought to keep his composure. He knew that his seed held great power and could not be given over to just any mere mortal. They must be proven first. He tried to speak, and almost made it too, just as Justin began fondling his balls. The thought went out of Anubis' head for a moment at that.
Justin held the dog god's sack in one paw; he rolled the heavy balls around inside their velvety black-furred home. He noted that the jackal's balls were quite a good size, and felt very full and heavy. He knew Anubis needed relief, and he hoped to be the one to give it to him. He tilted his head back to open up his throat, and slid downwards, allowing Anubis' length to slide down his throat. He stopped when his nose bumped the small patch of pubic fur on Anubis' belly. He contracted his throat muscles, giving the entire length a good, hard squeeze. He could feel precum flow down the back of his throat now.
With his eyes watering with pleasure, Anubis very reluctantly pulled the lion from his cock, which was now fully hard and throbbing painfully. He needed release badly, but he had to do this properly.
"What" he gasped "Is your name mortal?"
Surprised at suddenly being deprived of his muzzleful of dog cock, Justin bowed before Anubis once again.
"I am known as Justin my lord." He responded, trying to ignore the sensations from his own erect, dripping cock.
"Justin you seek to take something that is sacred." He warned, before going on. "You wish to serve me in this manner, forever?"
"Oh yes, yes my lord!" Justin responded, unable to contain his glee.
"Very well, but before you can receive the gift of my seed, you must prove yourself worthy."
Justin sighed a little; maybe this would not be as easy as he thought. He looked up a little hesitantly.
"What must I do?" he asked.
Anubis smiled down at the young lion. He spread his arms, indicating his jackal guardians.
"These are my guardians, they protect my realm and appear as my messengers in your world."
The four jackals rose and moved closer to their master. They stood watching silently as Anubis spoke.
"They are like a part of me" he continued, "They are my purest form. First you must prove yourself to them. If any of the four of them find you lacking, they will devour your flesh and I shall take your soul to Hades."
Justin quivered more from nerves than arousal now as he looked at the four guardians. They licked their lips, and looked back at him hungrily. Justin watched them closely. They appeared near-identical. They all had the same lean physical appearance and short, ebony fur that Anubis himself had. They also wore decorative collars that resembled Anubis' elaborate jewelry. Justin could also very plainly see that they were all male.
"H-how do I prove myself to them?"
Anubis smiled. "They will show you the way."
With that, he snapped his fingers and the four black jackals approached the very frightened young lion.
Justin backed up a bit as they approached. They surrounded him in a circle, and walked around him. He realized they were sizing him up. Without warning, one leaped out at him. It knocked him to the ground. Justin cowered on the ground, terrified. He looked up to see the jackal looking down on him. He looked almost smug, Justin thought. He wondered what would happen next.
The jackal that had knocked him down slowly stepped over him. He stopped as Justin's head was on the ground between his hind-paws. Justin looked up to see the dog's black sheath and dangling balls just above his head. Slowly, the animal's cock emerged from his sheath. Unlike his master, the jackal's cock was more dog-like. It was slick and red, and Justin could see where it began to swell out at the base where a knot would be once fully aroused. It was actually the largest cock Justin had ever seen on a canine. It appeared slightly longer than average, but what really set it apart was its immense thickness. It looked nearly twice as thick as his own male member. The dog leaned his haunches down. This brought the pointed tip of his cock closer to Justin. When Justin still sat there, unmoving, the jackal looked back at him and growled savagely. That got Justin moving pretty quickly. He jumped up and took the dog's slick cock into his muzzle.
The young lion leaned on the ground, head buried between the jackal's hind legs. Once getting over his initial fear, he began sucking harder and enjoying himself a bit. He remembered in the back of his mind though that if these jackals were not happy with him, they would eat him. As he leaned up, moving his muzzle back and forth, faster and faster, on the canine cock, another of the animals approached him. Justin was sitting up a bit, legs parted for leverage as he sucked off the first jackal. The next jackal stepped up between the lion's spread legs. He leaned his muzzle down and began to lick Justin's softened member. Justin moaned around his mouthful of doggie cock as he felt the pleasure of the gentle tongue on his maleness.
The second jackal licked Justin to full attention again. The lion's cock stood proudly erect, sticking straight up and glistening with saliva. Satisfied that he was once again aroused, the jackal moved farther down and began licking Justin's golden-furred balls. The lion again moaned around the first jackal's doghood as he felt this new sensation. The other two jackals approached now also. They stood to either side of Justin's midsection. Each leaned over and began licking the lion's member. Their tongues moved together, up and down, coating the lion-cock completely.
Justin sucked down hard on the first jackal's cock. This one had started to hump his cock into the warm, wet muzzle faster and faster. His knot swelled rapidly, and he forced its thickness into the lion's tight muzzle. Justin gagged for a moment till he got used to it. He leaned his head back to try and take it as best he could as the jackal fucked his muzzle hard and fast. He knew from the size of the swollen knot that the jackal was close to cumming. That was good since he felt he was close as well as the three jackals continued to lick at his cock and balls with fervor. On instinct, Justin clamped down on the jackals knot, forming a tight seal around its base. With a loud snarl, the dog humped forward one last time and sprayed his seed down Justin's throat. The lion's nails dug furrows in the dirt as he held on tightly while the jackal filled him with cum.
Upon seeing their comrade quiver with the pleasure of orgasm, the other three jackals intensified their attentions. The jackal at Justin's balls began to suck lightly on them one at a time, and the two at his cock give him long laps from base to tip always ending with thoroughly teasing his tip. Suddenly, Justin's cock swelled and cum exploded from it. He cried out in pleasure around the thick knot plugging his muzzle as his cock coated the noses of the other jackals with his lion-seed.
After a few minutes of catching their breath, the knot shrunk enough for the first jackal to pull his shrinking cock out of Justin's muzzle. Justin allowed his head to fall down to the ground. He lay there gasping, it was hard breathing with a mouthful of cock and your nose pressed into a dog's furry belly. At this point, one of the jackals that had been licking his cock began nudging him in his side gently. He wondered what the animal wanted him to do. Then the other one that had been licking his member, joined in and helped nudging his side a bit more firmly.
Getting the idea, Justin rolled over, getting onto his paws and knees. The jackal that had been licking and sucking his balls before began licking him again. He started on Justin's balls once more and began moving gently up the lion's crack. Justin whimpered, it felt so good to be licked so softly there. Once again, instinct took over and he knew what to do. He leaned down and spread his legs just a bit. This was enough. The jackal's tongue dived between Justin's cheeks, licking his most tender areas. As he felt the tongue move higher up, Justin's tail raised almost by itself to reveal his tight pucker. The jackal now began to lap at the lion's exposed tail-hole. He covered it with saliva and even wriggled his tongue past the tight entrance an inch or two. This was driving Justin wild with desire. His spent cock began to stiffen once more as the tongue probing on his anus continued. He moaned softly as the jackal tongued him deeply.
The jackal stepped back for a moment too see if the lion was now ready. He looked in admiration, his thick, red doggie cock swelling and slipping from his sheath, at Justin's uplifted tail, cheeks parted like a slut begging for it, and his tailhole glistening with saliva, waiting to be filled. The sleek, black dog quickly mounted the young lion. Justin grunted a moment at the sudden weight on his back. The grunt changed to another lustful moan as he felt the hot, pointed tip of the jackal's cock teasing the outer edges of his tender hole. The jackal purposely teased it along the edges of Justin's anal ring, dipping it into the hole slightly every now and then, just to give him a tempting taste of what was to come. Justin's only response was to whimper like a bitch in heat. He didn't know what had come over him. Initially he had been very scared, but now he was overcome with lust, badly wanting these creatures to have their way with him.
If the jackal were capable of smiling, he would have been grinning from ear to pointed ear as he plunged forward, burying his cock to the knot in the lion's willing ass. Justin cried out as he was invaded deeply, his cock swelled in response to being filled from behind. He pushed back on it, grunting as the jackal took him. The jackal locked his forelegs around Justin's mid-section and began humping fast and furious in true canine fashion.
Justin was now completely overcome with lust. His cock was fully hard again, throbbing and dripping precum onto the floor. He raised his hindquarters more to allow the jackal to fuck him even deeper. He closed his eyes in bliss as the hard, fast fucking continued. Above him, the jackal gave a lustful growl as he leant forward to clutch Justin's neck in his jaws. The lion was held helpless, captured by his own raging lust, as the dog's thick cock pumped relentlessly into him.
Meanwhile, Anubis watched all this from his throne. His cock had not softened at all even though it had not had any attention while the lion's test was going on. His black member dripped a steady flow of precum, making a white streak down the ebony flesh of his maleness. He felt it drip, threatening to fall to the ground. He took a moment to scoop up the dripping with his fingertip and lick it clean as he continued to watch the young mortal's performance. The lion was doing well so far. It was hard enough to satisfy just one of his guardians, but it looked like the second was already getting very close. Surely there was no way the lion could accomplish sating the lusts of all four. What happened next shocked him. And it took a great deal to surprise a god.
The remaining two guardians had been standing, watching the other take the lion roughly. Their own lust was evident from their huge, thick erections that stood out proudly against their ebony fur. They could not stand their own lust any longer, and began to fight each other. Anubis raised an eyebrow as he watched them throwing each other to the ground, both trying to prove their dominance over the other. After a short scuffle, one gained the upper hand. He held the other to the ground, holding him tightly about the neck with his jaws just as his peer was holding Justin firmly. The jackal that had lost the fight was forced to submit, the victor's thick cock slid under his tail and forced its way into his tailhole. The unfortunate bottom yelped loudly as he was entered. He struggled to stand so he could try and wriggle away, but that only got him into the perfect position for his captor to lock his forelegs around his mid-section and mount him fully. The jackal was used to being the one to dominate and control others; his virgin hole ached as it was stretched open for the first time. Despite the pain and humiliation of being defeated, his canine cock still throbbed with lust, needing release. He resigned himself to being taken by the more powerful animal that now mounted him, hoping that his much-needed release would still come.
Just behind the copulating jackals, the second jackal guardian was getting close. His knot had already swelled up and popped into the lion's tight hole. He gripped the lion tightly and grunted as he gave the last few deep thrusts needed to spill his seed deep inside the young mortal. The jackal growled low as the pleasure of orgasm took him. He bit down a bit harder, leaving a mark of mating on the lion's neck, as the last spurt of his orgasm left him. Justin gasped loudly, falling in exhaustion, feeling the jackal shoot his seed inside him. The jackal rested his weight on Justin's back, ready to wait out their time tied together.
Justin opened his eyes slowly. They widened in amazement as he saw the other two jackals. One was still madly humping the other. Justin wondered if that meant he didn't have to take care of the one who was getting off now himself. In a way he felt sorry for the jackal on the bottom. He could tell by the animal's dripping member that he was still hugely aroused and unable to do anything about it as he was relentlessly humped. He crawled over to the two jackals, dragging the one that was tied to him along. The bottom jackal whimpered at him pitifully as he approached. Justin had decided to take pity on the poor, horny beast. He allowed himself to fall onto his side near the two jackals. The dog on top of Justin looked confused as he was dragged along, finding himself on his side on the ground, but still firmly locked to the lion's ass.
Justin scooted a little closer, extending his rough tongue. He began to slowly lick the dripping precum from the jackal's painfully hard cock. The jackal responded with a joyful, pleasure-filled whimper. With a smile, Justin leaned forward to take the throbbing dog-cock in his muzzle. He could swear the jackal sighed with relief as he wrapped his slick tongue around its length. He sucked hard as he reached out a paw to play with the large, black-furred balls that hung enticingly in front of him. The jackal's balls swayed back and forth with the movement of being humped by his fellow guardian. Justin knew that with all this stimulation it wouldn't take much to get the jackal off. Then, all four would have cum, and he could finally face the challenge of Anubis himself. The young lion kept the thought of the sexy jackal god foremost in his mind as he suckled the canine member for all it was worth.
The jackal was just beginning to relax a bit and enjoy having his cock sucked. He was just now used to having his tailhole filled when the other jackal's knot began to make its way in. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intense as the lion sucked harder and faster on his doghood while his ass was opened and stretched to nearly breaking by the huge knot that popped in, locking him to his partner. He yelped loudly once again, his tail hole twitched wildly as it tried to take in the girth of the other jackal's knot.
The jackal on top grunted as he felt the heat of his partner's body all around his sensitive member. His hips moved like lightning, pounding his thick, engorged cock deep inside the dominated jackal's once-virgin hole. He knew he was getting close, he could feel the pressure building in his balls now. With a guttural gasp he came hard, pumping the other jackal full of his cum.
Justin could tell the jackal far above him had finally cum. The one he was sucking on whimpered, not quite knowing how to feel about the strange sensation of jackal cum filling his bowels. Justin slurped around the thick cock, never letting up. The jackal only lasted another few seconds as the multiple sensations on the most tender parts of his body became too much. With a deep sigh of relief, he came in the lion's warm, wet muzzle.
Justin sucked down his second load of cum, thoroughly cleaning the jackal's spent member of cum. He gave it a last, teasing lick before pulling off. Just in time, he felt the jackal's cock slip from his own ass; the knot had finally shrunk down enough to separate them.
Justin stood shakily. He walked back to the base of Anubis' throne, practically falling as he leaned on one knee to bow. Anubis looked just past him at the four jackals who were now yawning and beginning to drop off to sleep, thoroughly spent.
"You have done very well young mortal." He addressed the bowing and exhausted lion before him. "It takes a strong soul of a rare nature to accomplish my test. To sate the animal desires of my guardians."
Justin dared to look up now to see Anubis gazing at him with approval.
"Come to me, and I will give you what you seek." Anubis stated, his voice now as soft and velvety as his fur.
Justin once again rose to his shaky feet. He approached nervously, although the nerves were from excitement now. His cock throbbed again as he caught sight of Anubis' perfect maleness once again. It was still rock hard, standing proudly straight up.
When he got closer, Anubis reached down and effortlessly picked him up just under his arms. He brought the young lion close to his body and began to lower him. Justin made no move to resist. Even if he had the energy, this was what he wanted. He was shocked awake when he felt the thick tip of the dog god's cock against his tail hole. A drop of pre from the divine maleness moistened his pucker. He moaned.
This was where Anubis stopped for a moment, easily holding his weight above him.
"Are you ready to receive me?"
"Yes, my lord! Please, please make me yours."
Anubis smiled at the lion's enthusiasm.
"Very well, I give you the gift of my seed, and grant your wish to serve me forever."
With that, Anubis pulled the young lion down; his cock plunged into the tight tailhole.
Justin cried out in ecstasy, thrilling at the feeling of being filled once again as his god's thick member thrust deep into him. He felt the soft fur of Anubis' thighs against his butt, and knew he was now impaled balls-deep on the dog god's impressive member. He whimpered as he was opened up deeper than ever in his life, the god's perfect cockhead pressed against places no one had ever touched before.
The pleasure wasn't entirely one-sided though; the feeling of the tightness and warmth on his maleness was taking the breath of the powerful god. He couldn't believe how much pleasure he was taking from a mortal body. He began to slowly move the lion's body up and down, his cock thrust in and out of the tight passage, the pleasure nearly overwhelming. Both beings began to moan and gasp for breath as the slow coitus continued. Anubis parted his legs slightly, pushing up to drive himself even deeper.
Justin whimpered, the pleasure was too much to take; his cock began spurting his lion seed as Anubis took him. He couldn't help it, the dog god's cock was pressing firmly on his prostate for an eternity, draining it of cum. The young lion began to cry; the pleasure more than he had ever felt in his life. Tears began to stream down his face, as his mortal body simply couldn't stand the pleasure. He came and came and came. Justin's seed flowed freely from his barbed leonine member. Cum flowed over his balls, occasionally spurting up to coat his belly on the especially deep thrusts. Justin felt like every drop of cum he had was oozing from his body, but he didn't know that Anubis was not even half done yet.
The dog god took Justin in slow, measured movements. Anubis brought him up almost to the point of his cocktip slipped out and then back down again until he was fully embedded in the lion once more. He smiled as he saw the cum flowing from Justin's cock. Mortal bodies gave in to pleasure so easily, he thought. However, he had impressed the god nevertheless, and once this was over, the lion would be capable of so much more. Almost imperceptibly at first, Anubis began to increase his speed. He leaned forward and began to lap up some of the lion's spilled seed.
Justin closed his eyes, tears still streamed from them just as his cum streamed from his cock. Anubis was now licking him clean, his tongue lashed at his tender maleness as he lapped up the thick, white streams of cum.
Anubis moved faster and faster, increasing speed slowly until he was moving quite quickly. Justin's body pounded against Anubis' powerful thighs as he continued to move faster. Justin kept cumming the whole time, his cock spurted wildly now.
Suddenly, Anubis stopped. He held Justin high above him, the very tip of his cock just poised at the entrance to the lion's passage. He slammed Justin down fully onto him, hard, sudden, and fast. His cock rammed with force deep inside. Justin's cock shot a stream of cum high into the air at this. The white stream shot over Justin's head and landed behind him.
On the floor, the four jackals scrambled to lick the lion's jet of semen.
Anubis repeated this several more times, milking Justin fully.
"Receive...my...gift" the dog god commanded as a rush of pleasure overtook him and he finally came.
Anubis' thick cock let loose a torrent of cum into the lion's body. It was pumped deeply, filling his bowels. As Anubis continued to piston Justin up and down onto his cock, Justin's lower body began to glow. With each thrust, the white glow stretched a little farther up. After several minutes of mind-numbing pleasure, the jackal god's cock spurt its last and Justin glowed completely white. The four jackal guardians got to their feet, barking and growling.
When the light faded, Anubis slowly lifted Justin from his spent member. He arose and placed the lion's inert body on his throne.
He looked down on his cum-soaked body and smiled. "When you awaken little one, you will be ready to take your place in my realm for all time." There was another brilliant flash of light, and the room was empty.
Only a small circle of artifacts showed that anyone had been here recently. And no one ever saw the young lion who had gone searching for a god again.
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This is a story about an older male and a much younger female (cub) who happen to be related.
There are a great deal of sexual elements.
Consider yourself warned.
Part 8
"You are so tense," Jenny told him as she rubbed his shoulders. The injured one still hurt a bit, but he could deal with it, "Good thing you called me."
"Just what the doctor ordered?" Roger asked.
The rabbit pressed in close to him from behind and embraced him. He could feel her nipples through her blouse.
"Oh, I'm much better then that." She told him.
"I hope you're not addictive."
Jenny kissed him on the neck. "Too bad." She purred in his ear. She pulled up his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She slowly ran her paws over his head and down his back, raking her manicured claws through his fur. It sent a tingle up Roger's spine.
"You need a break from that little girl." Jenny advised him. "You need a real female that can give you what you want."
"And what do I want?"
Jenny giggled and walked around in front of him, dragging a paw on his shoulder while she did so. She was naked now, except for her pink panties. Her fur was white and speckled with brown. Her ample breasts displayed proudly, pink nipples erect and begging to be pinched and suckled on. The wide, cub bearing hips swayed seductively as she moved. She straddled him, putting her weight down on his groin. She started grinding slowly and rubbing her paws over his head and stroking his ears. He liked that. He liked it a lot.
"I think we can figure that out." She told him as she pulled his face into her bosom. Roger rubbed his face between her tits. She smelled alluring, delicious. He put his paws on her rump and massaged the soft flesh and teased her fuzzy tail. He licked a nipple, then the other. She tasted like vanilla.
*I was so sure she didn't care for me. How could I have misjudged so badly?*
"Why are you treating me so well?" He asked.
"Because you're mine." Jenny told him and pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top. She pressed her chest against his. Rubbed the tip of her nose against his. "Do you want me?" She breathed. He didn't have a chance to respond before she kissed him. Roger wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss. She was so warm and soft. He reached down and slipped a paw under her panties, the pads on his fingers caressed the warm folds of her vagina.
Jenny pulled back and began to unfasten his pants. She pulled them down, noticed his lack of physical arousal, and looked at him with hurt on her face. "What's the matter? Don't you like me?"
"No, it's not you. It's the pill." He told her apologetically.
"You don't like me." She accused with a sneer.
"It's the pill, I swear."
"You like *her*." Jenny growled. Her pleasant voice had been replaced by a low grinding one.
*Something is really fucking wrong here.*
Roger looked at the doorway and saw that his niece was standing there watching them. She looked disappointed and sad. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Jenny grabbed him by the shoulder in a powerful grasp. His injured shoulder screamed in agony at him.
"You're mine!" Jenny hissed at him with the abrasive voice. "She can't have you!"
Roger pushed at the rabbit, trying to get her off of him. She was deceptively strong and he felt overwhelmingly weak and small.
"YOU BELONG TO ME!" Jenny looked vicious and cruel. Roger grabbed her by an ear to pull her off but the long ear tore away from her head. It squirmed in his hand like a serpent. He dropped it in horror. It slithered off the bed and across the floor. He clawed desperately at her face to get her away from him. The skin on her face peeled away like fur covered latex. There wasn't flesh underneath, but another furry face. A masked ferret face that he recognized easily.
It wasn't Jenny on top of him. It was April, his sister.
*NO! You're dead! Don't do this to me! You're dead!*
Roger looked around desperately. Julie was still standing in the doorway. Still watching. Her expression was unchanged.
"You took me." April told him with a wicked, toothy grin. She began to dry hump his crotch. "Now you want to take her." Something writhed and wiggled between her fangs and fell onto his chest.
It was a maggot.
"I won't let you have her!" The skin around her left eye seemed to boil. The eye popped out and dangled by the optic nerve. Earthworms and maggots followed the eye out of the socket, falling down onto Roger. They crawled into his fur, biting and burrowing at his skin. She opened her maw and a torrent of carrion beetles crawled out. Some of them marching out onto her fur and down her body, some of them falling out onto Roger in their enthusiasm to leave April's carcass. They scampered onto his face, trying to get into his eyes, mouth, nose and ears. He clawed at his own face to get them away. Chunks of his flesh came away in his paws.
*This isn't happening! It's a fucking dream! It's just a fucking dream!*
"Join me." April said as she grabbed Roger's muzzle with both paws and forced it open. The beetles swarmed into his mouth and down his throat. He could feel the pain as they made their way through his stomach and into his intestine.
*THEY'RE EATING ME ALIVE!* *OH, GOD, HELP ME!*
All of April's pelt was starting to boil with the movement of a million insects beneath. Her remaining eye was eaten out. The skin started to decay and split The carnivorous little creatures began to pour out and cover Roger, he could feel them all over his body. Crawling and biting. Even as her carcass was falling apart she continued to grind against him. Noisily crushing insects between their bodies and leaving bits of her flesh on his. Her entrails spilled out onto his abdomen and the insects horded in to devour them. Shortly there was nothing left of his deceased sibling but her skeleton. Her skull grinned down for a moment before the entire skeleton collapsed on top of him, some of the bones clattering to the floor. The insects were trying to invade his body even further, their ravenous appetite was unsated by his sister's body. Chewing at his eyes, his ears, his nostrils, even his anus. The pain in his gut worsened.
Through all of this Julie was still standing at the doorway. She looked so far away. Roger reached for her. He could see the skin of his arm starting to boil like April's had. He still couldn't speak. Julie cast her eyes downward and turned away. As she walked into the darkness the door was slammed by an unseen paw.
*NO!*
Roger awoke confused and breathless. He was hot but he was shivering uncontrollably. He had a blanket on him. No, not a blanket. The afghan his grandmother had given him. He was also still sitting outside the bathroom. He had nodded off almost as soon as he sat down. Roger clutched his gut.
*My stomach is* *killing* *me!*
It was actually lower than his stomach. He was having serious intestinal distress. What's more there was a pins and needles, crawly, prickly feeling in his right leg. Falling asleep on the floor had cut the circulation off and the blood was painfully returning to his extremity.
*Shit! Even part of my ass fell asleep. Speaking of shit.*
Roger threw off the afghan. Thankfully the bathroom door was open and the room was unoccupied. He wasn't sure where Julie went, but he had more pressing matters at the moment. He stumbled onto his hind paws, but the right leg was being uncooperative, he couldn't put weight onto it. It would take a minute or two to become usable again, but he wasn't sure he had that much time.
*No way I'm going to crap myself standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Clench and hop.*
He grabbed the towel rack on the wall and used it for balance as he bounced into the bathroom on his one good leg. He shut the door behind him and felt something hot and fluid shift in his bowels. It was quickly making it's way to the exit.
*Gotta move faster. No time to lock the door. Just get your ass on the toilet.*
He hopped to the toilet, every hop making the situation more dire. He unfastened his jeans as he neared his goal. Jerking his jeans and underwear down to his thigh in one swift motion, he spun around, snatched his tail out of the way and plopped down. Not quite hitting the seat center, but close enough. Not to mention barely in time. His bowels evacuated hastily and with zero modesty. The tattle-tail tiles on the floor and walls loudly echoing the reports of his shame.
*What the* *fuck* *did that little pill do to me?*
Roger groaned and put his face in his paws. He could feel himself trembling. The nightmare was still fresh in his head, gnawing at him. Once the physical issue in his digestive tract had been dealt with, the emotional impact struck him full on. He could still feel her cold touch, the weight of her body, and the clamoring of creatures on him. Worst of all, the accusation in her eyes. He knew it was a dream but he couldn't stop it from feeling so real. More then that it drove home the fact that she was gone. That he would never see his little sister again outside of memories and photographs. Any unfinished business they had with each other would remain unfinished. He had always thought there would be time. That he had time to apologize for what he did and maybe she would forgive him. Maybe he could live without the guilt. Maybe they could be a family again. That chance was lost forever. A stuttering sob escaped his maw.
He sat over a bowl full of his own filth and wept like a cub. Fully aware of how undignified it was, but unable to care. He had spent the better portion of his life trying to stifle the guilt of what he had done and what his family had kept hidden. He never could bury it completely, but he had gotten to a point where it was tolerable. Recent events have brought it back to the surface to sink its teeth into him. He thought he could ignore them, but they would not be denied. Even in his sleep he couldn't ignore them any longer.
*You crossed the line, Roger! Do you know what you did to your little sister? DO YOU? You* *RAPED* *her!*
"Shut the fuck up, Dad." Roger quietly told the empty bathroom. "Just-- shut up."
After a few minutes he gathered himself. There was still a dull, numb, tingling in his right foot, but it had nearly passed. He could wriggle his toes so everything was fine. He got cleaned up and pulled his jeans back up. The pamphlet that came with the pills had warned of possible blood in his stool. He didn't want to, but he took a peek in the toilet. It looked okay as far as he could tell. A half loose, half chunky mess, but okay. He flushed.
*Please go down.*
Everything went down fine after a worrisome bit of hesitation, so he didn't have to make the mad dash to the other bathroom for the plunger. He used a liberal amount of air freshener before washing his paws and leaving the bathroom.
Roger picked up the afghan. Folded it in half, then in half again before draping it over his arm. The vibrator was lying on the floor as well, he picked it up and stuck it under his arm. The sunlight was streaming in through the side window of the bedroom at a steep angle. It was getting late. The clock/radio next to the bed glowed five forty-eight. Julie was probably getting hungry again.
*SHIT!*
There was a sickening drop into his stomach. He didn't know where she was. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was how angry she was.
*What if she decided to leave? God* *DAMN IT,* *Roger!*
He swept out of the master bedroom. He opened door to the bedroom/office. She wasn't there. The inflatable bed was flat on the floor, all the air was let out. Checked the hallway bath. Empty. The third bedroom was empty as well, the exercise equipment sitting idle and ignored. He went into the living room and breathed a sigh of relief, the tightening in his stomach came undone.
Julie was curled up on the end of the couch sleeping. Her knees drawn up to her chest, her nose tucked down, her tail pulled up between her legs and clasped loosely in her paws. She had changed back into her long "Hello Beetle" tee. Her shoulder and upper arm was visible due to the oversized neck on it. It had ridden up while she was sleeping and he could see that she still wasn't wearing any panties. The television was on, but the volume was very low. The conversations and canned laughter of the sit-com rerun were just a dull murmur.
*If she can hear it that low then she has way better hearing then I do.*
She looked so small and harmless. It was hard to believe that she was tuning his life inside out. Roger carefully set the vibrator down on the end table. The box it came in was there too. Julie had returned the contents into it before falling asleep.
Roger sat down on the floor in front of her with the afghan in his lap. He rested his head on the armrest and watched her sleep. She gave a tiny moan and readjusted her position without waking. She pulled her nose out from where it was tucked in and Roger could see her face. He couldn't help thinking how beautiful she was.
*I won't let you have her!*
Roger winced. April's voice from the dream still haunted him. He had experienced nightmares involving his sister before, but never one that extreme. He supposed it was small consolation that the "giant two headed parental figure" wasn't in it. Maybe he'd finally grown out of that particular mental imagery. Though an insect ridden decaying carcass of his sister trying to fuck him didn't seem like a step in the right direction.
The ferret started nodding away as he watched his niece, but he shook it off. That nap on the floor helped some. The headache that had been nagging at him all day had faded, and that gritty feeling behind his eyes was gone. Unfortunately his buzz was also gone and he still wasn't completely rested. He didn't have time to sleep anymore. It was dinnertime. Julie would be hungry when she woke up. They still had to deal with her little problem. Somehow she'd have to get over her distaste of the idea. If she didn't he'd be forced to take her to the hospital, and that would be traumatic for her. On top of all that Steve was expecting him to show up to work the late shift. Roger simply didn't know how he'd be able to--
Roger felt a soft paw on his face and his eyes batted open in confusion. He had unexpectedly dozed off again. Julie was looking at him and stroking his muzzle tenderly.
"Did you know that you snore?" She asked him with a weary smile.
"I didn't mean to wake you up." Roger apologized.
"It's okay," Julie said casting her eyes downward, "I think it's cute." Then she furrowed her brow with a shamed expression. Roger was caught by surprise when she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"I'm sorry." She told him. "I didn't mean to yell at you."
Roger put an arm around her and rubbed her back gently. "That's alright, I can handle it. Anytime you need to yell at somebody I'll be here, deal? Just go easy on my doors."
Julie giggled. "Deal." She agreed and pulled back from him, not releasing his neck, but far enough that they were nose to nose. "I wasn't the one that broke the bathroom door anyway." She told him tauntingly.
Roger narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose at her in mock annoyance. She returned the expression. The older ferret chuckled softly then drew his lips up in a snarl, revealing his fangs. Julie mirrored him again. He smiled comically then let his face fall into a frown and she did the same. Roger raised an eyebrow and let out a thoughtful grunt. Once again Julie mimicked him.
*Alright, try this one.*
He stuck out his tongue and rolled it, unrolled it, then rolled it again. Julie looked a bit astonished, but she stuck out her tongue and tried to do it only to find it impossible no matter how hard she tried. Roger snickered at her vein attempts and his niece gave him the mock annoyance look again. It was her uncle's turn to be surprised when she suddenly licked him on the tip of the nose in retaliation.
"Come here, you." He said grabbing her and dragging his niece off the couch. Julie shrieked gleefully and fell on top of him laughing. Roger felt a pinch of pain from his injured shoulder when she landed, but didn't let on that it hurt. She straddled him, sat up on his stomach and pressed her paws into his chest to hold him down.
"I gotcha!" She declared triumphantly.
Roger smiled up at her from his vulnerable position on the floor. "Yeah... you do, don't you?" It suddenly hit him that he could smell her estrogen very clearly and the raging in his pants would need to be tamed again soon. The pill was starting to lose its effect and that primal desire was starting to take hold once more.
It was Julie's turn for vulnerability. Something she saw in Roger's face must have set her off. She took her paws off his chest and looked away bashfully. For a moment she looked like she didn't know what to do with her paws so she hugged herself. Her eyes darted around timidly as she avoided Roger's gaze.
Roger rested a paw on Julie's thigh, "Honey, is something wrong?"
Julie looked down at herself, her face looking conflicted and anxious. "Do you love me?" She asked quietly.
Her uncle rubbed her leg tenderly, "Baby, you know I love you."
Julie was close to tears. She slid off his stomach and sat on the carpet with her back to him. "Would you still love me if I did something bad? Something really, really bad?"
"I will love you no matter what." Roger was getting concerned. He sat up behind her and put a paw on her shoulder. She shied away from him a bit, but didn't reject the paw. "What's wrong, Julie?" She didn't say anything right away, but Roger could feel her emotional turmoil as she trembled.
"You wouldn't--" she swallowed hard, "You wouldn't look at me like that anymore if you knew."
Roger could feel anxiety fluttering inside. Before he had left the doctor's office earlier Dr. Ellis felt the need to tell him that she had the distinct impression that Julie was hiding something. A "gut feeling" the doctor had said. The old gibbon was pretty damn good at what she did, and he had never known her to be wrong, but Roger had really hoped that this time she was.
Roger pulled his niece in close and hugged her tightly across her chest. She fought it a little but Roger didn't let go. "I will always love you." He told her quietly. "Nothing that you say or do could ever change that."
Julie let out a stuttering sigh. Roger was pretty sure that she wasn't going to tell him what was on her mind. Not yet. He couldn't even guess what it was, but he could tell she thought it was something earth shattering. He nuzzled the side of his face into the messed up hair on her head. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He said.
"You're on T.V."
Roger was confused. What she said didn't quite register with him because it was so wrong and outf-place. "What?" He asked.
Julie looked at him. There was excitement in her eyes, whatever secret she was hiding was forgotten for the moment. Then she turned back to the television. "That's you isn't it?" She asked.
Her uncle looked up at the television. His pride and joy. A fifty-five inch flat screen. For a moment he thought maybe he was still dreaming. The image on the screen was somewhat unfocused and grainy, but it was definitely him. He was standing over the two canines from the restaurant earlier that day. The Roger on the television the had the two males down and was obviously yelling at them even though he couldn't hear it. The camera that had taken the video was positioned above them.
*The security cameras! SHIT!*
Roger hunted around and located the remote. He rewound the DVR and turned up the volume. The sit-com had ended and the evening news had started while Roger and his niece weren't paying attention. He found what looked like the start of the story. The familiar face of Lance Tendsman, the main news anchor and all-around-great-looking-macaw, read his cues with a solemn face.
"Our top story today: Two schoolcubs were attacked and badly injured at a local fast food restaurant this morning by a middle aged male ferret. Reporter Trish Wong was at the scene earlier today to cover the story."
The image switched to a pre-recorded video. A female panda stood in front of the camera with a microphone. The backdrop was the front of the McDonald's only a few miles down from Roger's home. There was an awkward moment of the panda merely looking at the camera without saying anything. Finally someone muttered, "Rolling." off camera and Trish went into her spiel.
"What could be more safe and innocent then a Saturday morning breakfast at your favorite restaurant? That's what local residents thought this morning when they entered this McDonald's on Main Street this morning hoping for some nourishment to start their weekend off right. Sadly, that innocence was shattered by a savage attack of two young cubs."
"It happened right here." Trish indicated to the restaurant behind her and slowly began to walk across the front of the store with the camera following, "At around ten a.m. this morning a male ferret entered, ordered his food, and without warning or provocation attacked two cubs from the local school. Witnesses say he then left with a female accomplice, recklessly driving over this median," The panda pointed to the ruined sod and twisted bushes that Roger had left in his wake, "while making his escape."
"Accomplice?" Julie asked looking confused. Roger shrugged in bewilderment as he watched the newscast unfold like a symphony of stupidity.
The image flashed to a random witness, a female guinea pig who looked barely out of high-school, "I donno. I was like, right there, and he was like, you know? Pounding on these guys. And, you know? He was like: "\\ *beep* you! \\ *beep* you!" and, you know? Kicking the \\ *beep* outta them. Ya know?"
A second witness appeared, this one Roger recognized as the father of the family of lemurs who's table he had borrowed. "I wanted to do something about it." He told the camera bravely, "But it happened so fast and we were on the other side of the dinning room. I have pups too, and that could have been one of mine."
*You lying sack of shit, you practically stepped over your pups to get away .*
Yet another witness that Roger recognized appeared. The talkative female badger that had been in line with him. "He seemed like a nice young male... very quiet, but thoughtful. I didn't see what started it, but I did see one of the cubs pull out a knife on him." Roger noticed that her statement appeared to be edited. Maybe for time constraints, the badger did have a gift for gab, but probably to sensationalize the story. They did appear to be trying to condemn him as a violent wacko.
The image switched back to Trish. "I spoke with a police officer earlier who was the first on the scene. He declined to be interviewed on camera but did say this: 'We found no trace of a weapon on the scene or in the videotape evidence.' Channel five did manage to get a copy of that videotape. Please be aware that this is very graphic."
Grainy black and white video off an overused recording media played on the screen. As is common for security footage there was no audio. For some reason they started the video after Roger had already subdued the two. There was a voicever of Trish telling the audience that the wolf's name was Tony Halton and the fox's was Darrel Wenterson. How the encounter started wasn't shown. All that could be seen was a ferret holding down two canines. From that camera angle the paw that the fox had pulled a knife with was obscured by Roger's body. When Roger crushed the fox's nose it looked like he had done it for simple spite.
*Actually, that is kinda graphic. I don't remember there being that much blood.*
Back to the panda. "Both cubs suffered substantial injuries. Tony suffered a broken index digit and wrist. Kennith's nose was shattered and he's expected to undergo reconstructive surgery. We did managed to interview the two cubs in a hospital later."
The pups appeared on the screen. Tony's arm was in a sling and Darrel's face had a comical amount of bandaging. "The guy was insane." Tony told the camera. "His eyes were all bloodshot, I think he was on drugs or something. He was just way too strong for such a little guy."
"He must be on steroids." Darrel offered with a nasally voice.
"Some of the witnesses said one of you had a weapon, is that true?" An off camera voice asked.
Darrel gulped visibly and looked at Tony. The wolf shook his head. "No. Neither one of us had a knife." He said.
*Uh-hmm.*
The story wrapped up with Mrs. Wong giving a similar, but incorrect, make and model of Roger's car and imploring the audience to contact the police if they had any information at all on the identity of the assailant or his accomplice. Roger turned down the volume.
*Just my luck that today was a slow news day.*
He looked down at his "accomplice" that he held in his arms. Julie had a bit of guilt on her face.
"Baby, go get me the knife." He told her.
"How did you...?" Julie started to ask, but saw that her uncle was in no mood. She got up and retrieved her hoodie from the bedroom, fumbling in the front pocket as she walked back to him. She pulled out the silver and black stiletto switchblade and gave it to her uncle.
Roger turned the knife over in his paw. There was an intricate imprint of a silver dragon on fake black rayskin on one side, and a pocket clip on the other. He pressed the button on the side, which also served as the eye of the dragon. Nothing happened. It wasn't a traditional switchblade at all, just made to look like one. There was a tab on the back of the blade so he could use his thumb to open it. Once he started it the blade snapped the rest of the way out on it's own. An auto-assist blade. Switchblades were illegal, but since this knife needed to be started manually it was technically not a switchblade. The button on the hilt only disengaged the lockback of the blade so it could be closed.
"I'm sorry." Julie said. "I don't know why I took it, I just thought it looked pretty."
Roger had to admit it was a good looking knife. The stainless blade had an etching of a dragon on both sides. It didn't feel like a cheap knife either, it functioned well and had a keen edge. Darrel had probably dropped a good thirty bucks to buy it. Since the fox had clearly intended to jam the knife into Roger's thigh, he didn't feel bad for his loss.
"It's okay. What's done is done." Roger said. "Next time you see a knife on the ground just let it be."
"Alright." She agreed. She shuffled her feet for a moment before asking. "Can I keep it?"
"What do you need a knife for?"
Julie shrugged but looked hopeful that her uncle would be accommodating. There were lots of reasons to deny her request and to do otherwise would likely be seen as neglectful on his part. On the other paw, when he was her age he had owned a number of pocket knives. Even a real switchblade before they were made illegal. There was no reason to expect her to be any less responsible just because she was a female. He closed the blade and gave it back to his niece who clasped it happily in both paws.
"Just be very careful with it and don't take it to school."
"Okay." She agreed, looking relieved that she didn't have to hide it anymore. She put it back in the hoodie's pocket and draped it over the arm of the couch. Then she sat down in her uncle's lap and watched the muted newscast. They had started covering sporting events.
"Are we in trouble?"
"I don't think so." Roger said as he shifted her so that her butt wasn't directly on top of his groin. "That video was pretty low quality, and if the police knew it was me they would have been here already. In a couple of days something else will happen and everyone will forget about it."
*I hope.*
Julie giggled, "My friends at school are gonna freak." She sighed longingly. "I can't wait to go back on Monday."
Roger grimaced. "Um... yeah, I have to talk to you about that. You can't go back yet."
"What?" She turned to look at him, the disappointment growing in her eyes. "Why not?"
"Well, you saw what happened this morning." He told his niece as he indicated toward the television. "If you go back to school you'll be surrounded by males that might react like that, or worse. It's too dangerous for you and unfair to them."
His niece looked like she wanted to cry, "But... that's not my fault! I want to go back, please! I want things to start to be normal again!"
"I know, honey," Roger said, "I promise you will be back in school as soon as possible, but we can't keep ignoring this and hoping that it will just go away."
Julie looked at the end table and saw that the vibrator was there. She wrinkled her nose and let out a little groan of pained contempt. "I can't..." she regarded her uncle with deep blue eyes, "That's not..." A tear escaped her eye and soaked into the fur of her cheek. She clasped the front of his shirt and asserted angrily: "That's not how it's supposed to happen!"
It pained Roger to see her like that. "I-I'm sorry." He stammered.
The young ferret buried her face in her uncle's chest. "That's not how my first time is supposed to be." She explained. "It's supposed to be real. It's supposed to be with someone I love."
Julie looked back up at him. She looked very meek. Very vulnerable. In the gleam of her eye he saw it again. The same dangerous request from earlier in the morning. The longing for his affection, the desire to taste him, touch him, feel him, experience him. To drop all barriers, all pretense of civility, and give in to the urges that nature had so rudely instilled in them. To cast aside words and tell her how much he loved her with actions. All of this would start with something as innocent and simple as a kiss.
Somewhere inside Roger he could feel his father's voice. His rage that refused to diminish. It clutched at him with wicked, barbed claws. *Why won't you stay dead, old man?*
Roger turned his face away from her's slightly. "I can't." He told her quietly. "I'm sorry."
Julie put her face back in his chest and sobbed softly. Her uncle wrapped her up in his arms and stroked her head comfortingly.
"You're right, though." Roger told her, "It isn't real, so it doesn't count. I must have masturbated hundreds of times before my first time."
Julie sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her paw. "Hundreds?" She said doubtfully.
"Well, maybe thousands."
The kit pulled back from him to look at his face. She couldn't seem to decide if he was serious or not.
"Hundreds of thousands?" Roger offered. Julie had a sour look on her face and her uncle realized the joke fell flat. He sighed.
"Look, baby, I'm not trying to hurt you." He told her. "I would never tell you to do anything that was dangerous or would be painful. It's just that if you don't do it there won't ever be a first time. Please trust me, Julie, you have to do it."
She hugged herself again. "I'm scared."
"It's okay to be scared." Roger said. "I'm a little scared too."
Julie looked at the vibrator for a moment, finally she turned back to her uncle. "I don't want to do it alone. Will you help me?"
*I* *REALLY* *shouldn't.*
"Yeah, I'll help you."
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Hello. My name is Barnaby Crockett. Some of you know me from my stories on LIT. For those of you that do, consider this as a DVD-style “Behind the Scenes” companion to my writing. For those that haven’t yet read my work, I hope you’ll want to give it a try after reading this crass infomercial.
It’s a cliché but it’s also true. Your stories are like children that you’ve nurtured to the point where they’re ready to make their own way in the world. When you write a story and put it out there for public consumption, you want it to do well. To date, I have published 19 pieces on Literotica. What follows is a story by story look at my “children.”
I started writing fiction in grade school. In my closet, I have a large box of outlines, very short stories and unfinished novels written between the ages of ten and twenty-four. Most of my archive consists of mysteries and sword and sorcery type fantasy stories. My first erotica was in my early twenties.
I published my first non-fiction article in AMAZING HEROES magazine a few years later and pretty much abandoned fiction for a time in favor of more non-fiction pop culture pieces. Over the years, I published enough to be pretty impressive for a non-professional. I also wrote a few radio commercials and some comedy sketches for a local performance troupe.
About six years ago, I came up with an idea for an erotic short story that would play with the clichés of the genre. I told my wife about it and she thought it was a great idea and encouraged me to write it. I tried…several times. I told a young female employee of mine named Liz about it and she also encouraged me to finish it. I did the opening about three different times but always abandoned it. I just didn’t feel comfortable with writing fiction.
Around this time, I went through a traditional mid-life crisis that ultimately screwed with my work, my marriage, my health and my finances. I found myself working with another young lady named Dru. One day, Dru noted that a certain adult magazine was offering a thousand-dollar prize for best erotic short story. She told me she planned on winning. I had read some of her fiction and she was good. I challenged her by telling her about my unfinished piece and how I was going to win the prize myself! Time went by and neither of us finished our stories. Then I discovered LIT!
I don’t recall exactly how I found out about LITEROTICA but I explored the site for a few months before deciding to join. It was a fascinating, complex combination of sleaze and class that seemed amazingly supportive to writers. Around this time, yet another young lady at work had shown me her writing. Her name was Meg and I was so impressed that I decided to give it a try yet again. I considered submitting several erotic pieces that dated back years but I wanted to finish my long-delayed story. I found my original attempts, read them, tore them up and started from scratch, eventually, finally, finishing BUZZWORDS.
I was still not satisfied with it. Apparently, I’m one of those writers that must constantly tweak. Who knew? I took the “fiction” portions of the narrative from an earlier partially non-fiction piece entitled ALMOST ANAL. My wife loved the final version but I assumed she would be prejudiced in my favor. Since she had inspired me to ultimately finish it, I showed the story to Meg. I sat with her as she read it. Let’s just say there was very little doubt that she was enjoying it. She made a couple of suggestions that I took. Then I sent it in. When it was posted, reaction was good but not overwhelming. One writer called it “a little gem” and several praised it for its uniqueness and quirky sense of humor. One marvelous letter came from a lady who didn’t even have a computer. She had been shown BUZZWORDS by a friend and found it so hot she was going to print it out to take home for her husband to read. I emailed the piece to Liz who barely remembered me describing it to her years before but was happy to hear from me. Eventually, I showed the printed piece to Dru, who immediately called my wife and said “Your husband is a dirty, dirty man and I can never look at him the same way again!” My wife asked if she liked it though. Dru just giggled uncontrollably.
Delighted with my reception, I sat down and wrote a second erotic story, SUMMER MAGIC, in about an hour. Five years for BUZZWORDS, one hour for SUMMER MAGIC. This second piece was vaguely inspired by the relationship between William Holden and Kay Lenz in the movie BREEZY that I had seen on TV the day before. On another level, though, I was a middle-aged man with a lot of young female friends with a leaning towards witchcraft. It’s not much of a stretch. I based the female character on Meg (who suggested her name) and the male, in retrospect, is just kind of there. This was a quickie in every sense of the word. For awhile, it was my most successful piece and I began referring to it as “the little story that could.”
My incredibly understanding and supportive wife helped me with the next story, CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH (Hey, LIT, whatever happened to my question mark in that title?). We worked out the basic plot together but I did the actual writing. Years of experience working in bookstores gave me the background and I again tried to incorporate humor and real characterization as well as satirizing porn cliches. My wife naturally loved it. It’s still her favorite piece. Meg laughed but felt it needed kinkier scenes where the female character was tied up! I was beginning to learn a lot about that girl.
I was anxious to follow it up quickly and I had several ambitious ideas such as REPEAT, a GROUNDHOG DAY style piece in which a young man loses his virginity over and over and WITH APOLOGIES TO GERSHWIN , about a composer who seduces women with a pre-written song he claims to write just for them. It was around this time that the dreaded Writers’ Block hit. I would sit and stare at the blank computer screen for what seemed like hours never writing more than an unsatisfactory sentence or two.
I delved into my archive and reluctantly submitted a rewrite of ALMOST ANAL as FANTASY GIRL. It was the most personal of my stories as much of it was true. No real plot or characterization, just sex. Let’s just say that both my wife and Meg, my two biggest fans, were less than impressed.
I managed to pull out another new piece. Originally, I called it MOMENTS IN RARE MOONLIGHT but I shortened it to RARE MOONLIGHT. It was a conscious attempt on my part to write a more romantic piece. The early scenes and dialogue had actually occurred with Meg not long before. I took the story much further than happened in real life but still tried to be realistic by including safe sex. Oddly, this became my most controversial piece and inspired one reader to vote it a “one” and complain that condoms weren’t allowed in fantasies. Hey, this was MY fantasy, not his! This didn’t help my Block.
I tried to come up with an entry in the Lit Halloween Contest that year with NAKED SOULS, a fun little piece about ghosts inhabiting human bodies for a little recreation on Samhain. Still beset by “the Block”, I did various rewrites and finally gave up. My planned ending was for the two human characters to turn out to be brother and sister. This idea was universally hated by all that heard it. Halloween came and went and NAKED SOULS ended up in the unfinished pile. I delved deep into my past for my next effort.
FULL MOON FANTASIES was originally written by a virginal Barnaby in early 1982. I had been sort of dating a certain young lady whose regular boyfriend was good for sex but otherwise abusive. She and I had done lunch, dinner, movie and club dates for over a year but she always returned to him at night. For his part, he figured he was saving a fortune and keeping her in his bed by letting me take her out. For my part, I remained ever hopeful that I could eventually convince her to leave the SOB and, despite the lack of carnal pleasure, I was getting to spend a considerable amount of quality time with her.
Perpetually horny, she asked me around this time to write a story with her having sex with her celebrity heroes (these included George Burns and Muppets. She was a tad loony.) I accommodated and then went on to put my own desire for her down on paper as FULL MOON FANTASIES. As much as possible, I included real life references in a not so subtle effort to make her realize that this could happen in real life. The dirty book was one I had loaned her that her little brother stole and got caught with. I really did work cleaning up the office building next door and we really did have an actress friend named Mindy, a buxom twenty four year old brunette that both the young lady in question and I had expressed some desire for in the past so, naturally, she was included. I’ll never know how much, if any, influence this story had on her but that summer, when she finally did give in to my considerable charms, I myself, remembered the part about the office building and she took my virtue on the conference table.
Because of the Block, it was a struggle to polish it up so I decided to split it into two parts. Part One was well received and Part Two soon followed, receiving my first “H” vote. With Part Two, however, I still wasn’t feeling it. I stopped after just a scene and submitted, intending for Part Three to follow soon. It didn’t. It was six months before I returned to writing at all. In the meantime, I asked my muse, Meg, for some insight. She said that the problem was obviously the fact that this story wasn’t me…anymore. As much as it detailed my fantasies of a time long gone, it was not who I am now and no amount of polishing would change that. With her advice in mind, I began again on Part Three, this time abandoning the original version entirely and writing the ending from scratch. My Writer’s Block was broken and I was back to writing new fiction again!
There IS a sequel: FULL MOON FANTASIES-THE SECOND NIGHT was finished in 1982, also. Because it’s “not me” anymore, I don’t plan on publishing it at this time. For the record, though, it deals with Tracy’s attempts to get my character to take her friend’s virginity and our adventures at an all black radio station. If anyone reading this has any interest let me know. I could possibly be persuaded to rewrite that one, too, if my fans demand it!
Before I even got around to finishing FMF, I posted a new piece inspired yet again by Meg. She had run into two ex-boyfriends at the Mall on the same day and another friend said that she led “an interesting life.” She herself suggested that I take it further and tell what might have happened if she had invited them both back to her new apartment. AN INTERESTING LIFE debuted with my highest rating to date, the most votes I’ve ever had and the most readers (over 20,000 to date. Thanks!). I was back!
KELLY AT THE CASHWRAP was actually a fragment of an aborted piece I had begun back in February. It was to be another bookstore story. It was too good to leave unfinished but I couldn’t recall where I had intended to go with it so I polished it up as just a hot little scene. One reader said it was his favorite of my works.
Around this time, I hired a young lady who had actually worked as an editor. She had never read erotica before but offered to sample my stuff and critique it. For the first time, I was given serious constructive criticism and I determined to take it forward. She and I even talked about a unique format for a collection of my writings. Then she moved away.
Also around that time, I met Dani as a customer at my store. Undoubtedly the single best conversationalist I have ever met, Dani can discourse for hours on fascinating subjects. She hung around my store that first night and we talked for three hours between customers. She was nineteen, funny, and opinionated on everything…especially sex. I knew I wouldn’t see her much longer though as she was moving out of state and I was switching jobs for the first time in twenty years. One night before I left, I asked Dani, Meg and Natalie, another co-worker, out after work. At one point when Dani and I were alone, I told her about my writing and suggested we sit down for an interview about sex to be published on LIT. She was intrigued by the idea and immediately agreed.
At this time, I began toying with another ambitious piece inspired by Dani to be called TIGER STRIPES. I let her read the first page but with all the changes going on in our lives, I didn’t want to rush the story so it remains back burnered.
The behind the scenes details of THE INTERVIEW PROJECT are printed elsewhere on Lit. Suffice it to say that Dani was incredibly impressive, bringing much more than I expected to the table with her candor, her enthusiasm and her background. We ended up with a lot more than just a hot little talk with a teenager about sex and everyone, including my wife, encouraged me to do more than one. In fact, my wife was the one who told Dru about the project on the phone. Later Meg lobbied to get in the mix and ended up with a fascinating, funny interview. Natalie and even Liz were brought in to round out the piece at five. My wife wanted to be the sixth but with all the troubles I had getting past the Lit censors, we’re not sure that would work. In fact, I interviewed myself, doing both parts as a companion piece to the regular series but my wife and Dani both found it incredibly sad and depressing so I decided to drop it. Sigh.
Dani became so enamored of Lit that she began writing her own stories based on her real life. To date, STATIC IN MY HEAD and SEDUCTION have been published. I found her pieces to have something mine lacked, a sense of reality that I hadn’t been able to achieve. I began AN INTERESTING LIFE PART TWO in an effort to find that reality. Part One had been written in Meg’s voice, which I knew well. Part Two was also, but I incorporated a character based on myself and chose to tell most of the story in dialogue. I had trouble finishing it when the premise unexpectedly came up in real life with her. I was angry with her for her unsafe practices but I recognized that on another level, it actually turned me on. Out of these mixed feelings, I wrote SEMANTICS.
I emailed Dani an unfinished version of SEMANTICS and explained the emotions behind it. Surprisingly, she said it was the hottest thing I’d written yet. I posted a finished version soon afterwards to quickly climbing readership and high voting. Eventually, I let Meg read it but I’m still not certain how she took it.
With the encouragement of success, however, I was able to finish the leftover NAKED SOULS (with a new ending suggested by my clever wife) and AN INTERESTING LIFE PART TWO with what I felt was some of my best writing so far. I’m not satisfied with it in some ways (Hey, the ice cube scene seemed funny at the time!) but the characterizations are aaaalmost there. As of this writing, Meg has not yet read this piece due to personal issues.
In fact, Meg’s promised follow-up interview has yet to happen and seems more and more unlikely. Both Dani and Dru have suggested follow-ups but without Meg, it isn’t worth it. After all, she really does lead an interesting life.
Anyway, for a little over a year, I’ve enjoyed my Lit experiences immensely for the most part. I’ve made new friends, inspired other authors, gained experience, pumped up my resume and, best of all, my “children” have prospered on-line, giving me the encouragement to write not just erotica but any and all things! Special thanks to those few who have bothered to offer feedback, particularly The Bragis and Damppanties. As I said at the beginning, if you’ve read my stories, thanks! I hope this was an interesting look at them. If you haven’t, now would seem to be the perfect time. Click on my name above to go to my full list. Read! Enjoy! Vote!
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*This story is a spinff from the "Neighbors sissy son" series. Though it stands alone, it will eventually cross over with NSS.
SPOILER This series falls in the transsexual crossdresser category for the first story. There will be very little in the way of men participating in gay sex. This series will sometimes revisit this subject. After that it will be based on Bimbofication! Still trying to figure what category that will fall under. Hope you enjoy.*
Dr. Alan Landry, graduate of Harvard medical school actually received his first degree in chemistry. Two years later he received his medical degree. While most of his class mates were going to campus parties or hooking up with their newest fuck buddy, Alan was studying or doing research.
It's not that he couldn't get a date or invited to any of the many parties around campus, he was quite popular and hot girls were always flirting and trying to get in between the sheets with him. And why not, he was over six feet tall and weighed a muscular 180 and it didn't hurt that word spread amongst the co-eds that he had a very thick 12 inch cock.
When he needed to figure out a problem, he hit the gym and worked out until he found a solution and then he would head back to his lab and apply that solution. It was this method of problem solving that helped him develop his muscles and his greatest achievement yet, a serum that when injected in any body part, would cause rapid growth eliminating the need for dangerous breast or butt enhancement surgeries. The formula would also stimulate and enhance the nerve endings essentially making them into hyper erogenous zones.
Though there were some problems in the first round of test. He found out the hard way when one of the test subjects was given lip injections. At first her lips grew to succulent proportions before the tingling started.
"Doctor my lips feel...funny, like...good but...strange." test subject A1 could feel her pussy getting quite wet for no apparent reason. This tingling feeling quickly spread to her anus causing it to pucker and pulse. And it was when the feeling reached her nipples that her orgasm caught her by surprise. She then attempted to cover her mouth to hide the fact that she just squirted in her pants. As soon as contact was made with her lips, the subject started a series of multiple orgasms that went on and on.
"OH FUCK I'M CUMMING...OH IT WON'T STOP...I'M CUMMING AGAIN FUCK!"
After the first squirting orgasm the rest we're followed by extreme squirting. The front of the subjects jeans looked as if she was peeing on herself. Then the convulsions started and with eye's rolled to the back of the head, subject A1 blacked out while still experiencing small tremors.
Trough further testing the doctor discovered that if the subjects receiving an injection didn't wait a full hour before touching the enhanced area, then they would go into a multi orgasm induced mini comma. As long as they didn't touch for one hour, they were fine. They would have the perfect lips, tits or ass they were looking for and the heightened sensitivity would enable them to reach orgasm simply by heavy kissing or having their nipples sucked. That's when the doctor had the restraining straps installed.
After medical school Dr. Alan Landry opened his own clinic which enjoyed all kinds of success. When word got out about the doctor that could make your previously flat chested into that which is quite suited for a career in the porn industry, without surgery, women were forming lines around the block.
Now having unlimited funding, Dr. Alan began tweaking the formula for men. He ended up with a formula that would increase the size of a man's cock and reduce rather than increase his sensitivity, enabling the patient to last longer during intercourse. And if that wasn't enough, the formula also increased the amount of semen ejaculated during orgasm. He had to open a separate clinic just for men to accommodate the high volume of customers.
It was at his male clinic that he first met Lawrence Dayton a male nurse working at a local hospital.
"Lawrence Dayton" the receptionist called and escorted Mr. Dayton to the exam room to meet the doctor. "Please remove all of your clothes and put this robe on. The doctor will be right with you."
Lawrence sat there looking around the room contemplating what brought him to this decision to be here today.
Lawrence always felt out of place in his own body. Never identifying with his male peers, he felt more at ease with his female friends. It was nice having female friends on the job, they would always go to lunch together, gossip about which nurse was screwing which doctor. But that did little for his social life. Lawrence wanted to meet men...with cocks...that he could suck and fuck and lick up and down!
Something had to change, long story short, Lawrence began a secret second Identity, as a women named Lisa. Being of slim build and youthful feminine features, Lisa would put on make up, cross dress and go out to known gay hot spots.
She would find acceptances at these places but no possibilities of finding a sexual partner for the night or longer. Gay men were interested in...men, gay or straight.
Lisa recognized that in order to find a suitable partner for sex or otherwise, she was going to have to make herself more passable.
She believed that if she became so attractively sexy, she would have access to all those men who secretly desired shemale sex, but only passable shemale got these men's attention.
When Lisa heard about Dr. Landry and the amazing work he has capable of, she decided to pay him a visit. It was time to take control of her life.
Dr. Alan's first impression of the 23 year old patient waiting to see him, was that he appeared quite feminine. Maybe he wanted the doctor's help looking more masculine. But some how Dr. Alan didn't think that was it.
"So Mr. Dayton what brings you here today?" he asked getting right to the point and not wasting any time.
Lisa looked up at the handsome, tall and well built young successful doctor and sighed. Good looking men like the doctor were the reason he was willing to go through with what ever alterations were necessary.
"Well Dr. Landry from before puberty hit me I felt like a girl in a boy's body. I've since then managed my weight and figure in order to not look masculine. And I've been taking testosterone blockers for many years now to keep myself as feminine as possible.
As you can see I have high cheek bones, small hands and feet. Though I keep myself clean shaven there's not much I can do about my Five o'clock shadow or my square jawline. I guess what I'm here to find out is if there some way you can help me become...beautiful?" Lisa asked fighting back tears.
Dr. Landry handed Lisa a box of Kleenex and said. "I believe I can help you achieve your goals. I just have a few personal maybe even embarrassing questions for you as to give me a better understanding of what exactly you're looking for. As far as your jawline and facial hair goes, this is standard cosmetic surgery that many true born women have done. And I'm assuming you'll also want breast implants and maybe even butt implants? Maybe lip injections to make them more...desirable?" the doctor asked while closely examining Lisa's facial structure.
"Yessss! All that! I want to be irresistible." Lisa exclaimed quite excitedly.
"Are you planning on going all the way and having sexual reassignment surgery?"
Lawrence had given this some thought and decided to put that off until he was absolutely sure that is what he wanted, besides he liked having a cock, he just wished it was bigger. After explaining this to the doctor, he sat forward waiting for the doctor's response.
"That makes good sense. Now that we know what you want, how are you planning to pay for it? No insurance will cover the cost and it will be as much as 50k or more. Financing is not an option as the banks consider the procedure too risky." Dr. Landry asked knowing this is the ugly part of the business.
"Well I have money saved up and when my mother passed away I was her only child so she left me the family home so I guess I can take out a small mortgage. Being a nurse I make a decent amount of money. So I don't see a problem." She stated confidentiality.
At the mention of being a registered nurse, The doctor's wheels started turning.
If I do this work I know I'll do a fantastic job and turn this patient into a bimbo sex bomb that will be the envy of women and potential women alike! You can't buy that kind of advertisement. Delighted with his idea Dr. Landry made Lisa an offer she wouldn't refuse.
"Well Mr. Dayton, I have an idea that could be beneficial to both of us. Instead of paying me for the procedure, what if you came to work for me right after your recovery from the surgeries? I'll pay you a fair wage. Plus there's plenty of perks! The catch is I don't need a regular nurse I need a bimbo cum slut nurse that will never say no to me." Offered the doctor.
Lawrence sat there with his mouth open not believing what he just heard. Was the that a job offer? What did he mean by bimbo cum slut nurse that would never say no to him...did he want me sexuality? These thoughts excited Lawrence as he was extremely attracted to the doctor. A BIMBO CUM SLUT NURSE... I didn't know there was such a thing. He thought to himself. But the more he thought about it the more he loved the idea. So he looked at the doctor and said, "Well I do love cum! Now tell me more about these perks."
After explaining more about the procedure and the job in question, a convinced Lawrence agreed to the deal offered and Lawrence received his first round of shots that day. One in his penis because everyone loves a big cock shemale. One in each ass cheek and one in each of his breast as he hung from chains suspended from the ceiling so there would be no contact with any surface's. He was warned about the one hour danger zone but was not prepared for the feelings running through his body. His many anal orgasms, his constantly drooling cock and the way his nipples ached. Half an hour in and he could already see growth in his penis and breasts. He was now a B cup with a 6 inch cock that was much thicker. With 15 minutes to go the need to touch himself became excruciating.
"FUCK...OH...GOD...PLEAS...I need a cock to suck! And would someone please stick something in my ass?!?!" Lawrence pleaded.
"Hang in there Lawrence, you're almost done and then you can touch or be touched all you like!" the doctor promised.
When the hour was up she (from this point forward she will replace he) was finally released. Lawrence felt more like Lisa than ever before.
"Oh my God I've got tits, I'm so excited! YES!" she exclaimed head thrown back, breast thrust forward as she played with her new extended nipples. Still reeling from the hour long anal orgasm, Lisa reach behind herself and inserted two then three fingers in her asscunt and started the assgasm all over again.
"Ssshhhiiittt...I'm cumming so hard in my ass." she said even as she noticed the doctor stroking himself through his lab coat.
Dr. Landry caught Lisa staring and made a bigger show of it by opening his lab coat and dropping his pants around his ankles. Standing there cock in hand, he resumed stroking his powerful 12inch meat pole.
Lisa, hypnotized by the motion of the doctor's hand, started drooling as she walked over to the doctor and once before him dropped to her knees with her hands behind her back and said only one word..."please!
Dr. Landry looking down asked in a commanding voice, "Are you ready to be my obedient cumslut? Will you obey my every command?"
"Yessss Daddy! I submit my asscunt to you and my mouth-pussy! I promise to keep my boypussy clean and ready to service you at all times!" she said looking up into the doctor's eyes even though there was a massive cock swinging back and forth in front of her face. Once said, did she allow herself to stare at the man meat in front of her and beg "please Daddy may I now suck it?"
"Get up on the exam table on your back. Now let your head hang over the edge, yes like that. Have you ever sucked a cock as large as mine? Because I expect you to swallow it all!"
"As big as yours, no. The largest I've ever deep throated was 9 inches but I want to learn daddy, please make me learn!" Lisa exclaimed licking her newly thickened lips.
Dr. Landry's cock was as hard as it's ever been. Throbbing and leaking the doctor placed the fat angry head against the nurse's lips tracing them, effectively painting them with his pre cum.
Nurse Lisa had now fully taken over Lawrence's persona as she twisted her nipples with one hand and stroked her growing cock with the other. Moaning and drooling for the thick cock about to invade her throat.
"Mmm...oohhh...nnnnggggaaahh. Give it to me please sir, I'm ready. My mouth is yours, fuck it like the cunt that it is!"
The doctor stared down at the shemale on the exam table admiring his handy work. Nurse Lisa's new tits were now a "C" cup and growing. Her lips were thick and juicy literally begging for cock and her previously 4 inch penis was now double in size and girth.
"Open your mouth slut, I want in!" and that being said, the doctor slowly fed his new slut inch after inch after inch until his cock was half way down her throat.
Lisa, still sensitive from the injections, felt every vein pass her lips like little speed bumps. The formula had a way of making her mouth feel like a second pussy. Which meant that if she got face fucked like she was now, it was only a matter of time before her mouth had an orgasm!
Having Lisa hang her head off the edge of the table, created a clear passage down her esophagus, which the doctor took full advantage of by sending another 3 inches into her throat. Dr. Landry could see his cock head move under the surface of her neck.
Lisa having 9 inches of the doctor's cock in her mouth and throat, began another series of orgasms that left her drenched in her own cum. Her girl cock was shooting cum like a fountain, raining cum all over her new tits which were now pushing double D's with no sign of stopping.
Dr. Landry was focused on her breast as he watched them grow. He knew they would top out at double E's before they were done growing. With three more inches of cock to offer her, he knew she needed distracting. Grabbing her cum soaked breast in his large hands, Dr. Landry squeezed Lisa's new tit's which triggered her moaning all over his cock.
Knowing even though she did not gag once, she needed to breathe none the less. He slowly pulled out of her throat watching the bulge in her neck retreat back the way it came. Once out of her throat, Nurse Lisa took three large breaths and grabbed at the slick meat pole waving in front of her eyes but having a hard time getting a grip due to all the saliva and throat mucus. Unable to get a good hold on the slippery pole, she began whimpering and begged for her favorite new toy back.
"Oohh...please put it back. I need it back in me." She begged with tears forming in her eyes.
Dr. Landry recognizing her desperation as a symptom of the formula running through her veins, fed her his cock for further worship. "Here my pet, take this cock as your god and pray! This is your new life. Your throat will accept any cock I put before you! Your ass will be gapped at all times ready to service your god. Yes moan...moan you cum slut, I feel it." The doctor said with all sincerity.
There was 10 inches of cock back in Lisa's throat, with two more fat inches to go. She felt the doctor grab her breast again and was grateful. She could feel the last two inches working it's way down her throat and thought, 'This is my new existence! I'll never know loneliness ever again. I will wake every morning eager to get to work, knowing this cock and many others await me.' Lisa couldn't be happier.
To show her appreciation, when all 12 inches were down her throat, her tongue crept out and began licking her master's balls, which she held upright so she could get at them.
"OOOHH...FUUUCCCKKINNGG...BITCH!! Lick my balls you nasty slut!" the doctor said with his head thrown back and his hands around her throat. Knowing he was at the point of no return, he pulled back until only 4 inches remained in Lisa's mouth. And said, "Don't you spill a drop. Swallow like your life depends on it!"
Lisa had no intention of letting that happen. The room was filled with the sounds of extreme gulping as the doctor let loose. Lisa was in heaven, the salty treat filling her mouth over and over again was the thickest most chunky cum she ever had the pleasure of drinking, it was practically chewable!
Once the doctor knew he was done cumming, he pulled away from her or she would have just continued to nurse his sensitive glans (no pun intended).
Lisa rolled over and sat up on the exam table admiring her new double E tits amazed at the speed at which the formula worked. "I can't believe how fast they grew or how beautiful they are." She jumped down off the table and ran over to the mirror to get a good look at herself. Tears ran down her cheek as she imagined a life without loneliness and full of new experiences.
"Oh doctor, you've made my dreams come true!" Lisa said as she hugged the doctor around his neck.
Dr. Landry hugged her back saying, "Once we finish sculpting your jawline, nobody will look at you and wonder which gender you are."
All the close hugs and caresses got the doctor's massive meat hard again. Which got the doctor thinking, "Lisa, have you had much anal sex? And if so what was the largest cock you've taken anally?"
Lisa, for the first time during this whole ordeal, blushed and said in a meek voice, "I'm...I'm a virgin! I've never gotten that far." She said apologetically, as if she had disappointed him in some way.
Dr. Landry seeing tears in her eyes grabbed her back into a hug with his monster cock sandwiched between her stomach and him and said, "no don't cry, it's fine. It's more than fine I get to be your first. The thing is that my size means that you are going to have to prepare for when I take you."
At that he went into a draw and pulled out a box and handed it to his new slut nurse. Lisa opened the box and smiled knowing exactly what she was looking at. Inside was six butt plugs ranging from one inch thick up to three and one half inches thick.
Looking up to her master with love in her eyes she asked, "Master would you put the first one in for me now?"
In answer Dr. Landry lifted her up on to the exam table and had her face down ass up. What he saw took his breath away. The formula had created a perfect heart shaped ass with the tightest asspussy he had ever seen. Forgoing synthetic lube, he did one better and ravaged Lisa's asscunt with his fat tongue. First teasing the rim then when she was shaking on the verge of orgasm and whimpering with need did he jam his pointed tongue into her about half an inch. She was so tight his tongue was being forced out.
Lisa though was in heaven having never had her boycunt licked or penetrated before. "Oh master that feels sooo good! I'm gonna cum!"
And with that began a series of assgasms that lead to her cock shooting cum right in her face and some in her open mouth.
Dr. Landry not giving up finally got his tongue buried in her ass. That's when he stabbed her with his tongue repeatedly.
"Oohh...ffuucckk...I'm...cum..ming...again!!" And Lisa went into convulsions before blacking out. When she woke she felt a tightness in her ass that wasn't there before.
"I decided to go with the 2 inch wide plug to give you a head start. Every week you should move up to the next size. And since I'm gonna have to wait before I can fuck that ass, you're going to have to put those new lips of yours back to work." He said looking down at his raging hardn.
Dropping to her knees like a good girl Lisa said "with pleasure master!"
To be continued.
In ch.2 The surgery is finished and Lisa is healed and ready for WERK!
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Amberley organised Jodi's birthday at our house. I was concerned that I was about to host a rock 'n' roll drug fuelled orgy from hell, but Jodi spoke sternly to her and Amber turned out to be a good listener. To a point.
She came to my office just before lunch one day, wearing a very short summer dress with tiny straps that showed her body off, made a big scene of trying to find my office before dragging me off to a nearby cafe.
'You didn't think of just ringing me and arranging to meet me here?'
'What and miss the chance to get the office tongues wagging?' Amber winked and shook her head. 'Besides, I was hoping maybe you could point out one of the hot young things that are up and coming that might be rich and want a trophy wife?'
'Male or female?' I asked, trying to keep a straight face.
'No, sorry Dave, I'd only marry cock.' Amber's voice was loud enough that the two older dears and the next table looked startled and glanced our way.
'Sorry...' I started to say.
'Well didn't both of you?' Amber asked with her most winning smile. The look of shook on both their faces softened as they were won over by Amber's effusive personality.
'God Amber, you can be...'
'Charming? Sexy? So embarrassment?'
'All three,' I admitted. We ordered a light lunch and she chatted away about some photo shoots that she had done recently, how she enjoyed it but also enjoyed helping her mother run the agency and that she was thinking of enrolling in an MBA. When our plates had been cleared and my coffee arrived, Amber put on her serious face.
'Okay, I've got acceptances from the twenty I was allowed to invite. DJ is booked, cake is booked, booze is ordered and now I want to know if I can test this little girlfriend of yours?'
'What? Test, how?'
'That's my surprise. She's been telling me what an...education,' Amber smirked, 'you've been giving her.'
'Oh,' I raised my eyebrows.
'I can just imagine, you filthy old man.' She laughed as she said it and I smirked back.
'I'm not that fuckin' old you know!'
'Too old for Jodi though, aren't you?' The smile disappeared and in an instant her expression was serious again and her eyes seemed to be probing through mine as though searching to read my mind.
'Why would you say that?'
'Because Jodi's my friend and I don't want her hurt.'
'I'm not going to hurt her Amber.'
'You have to say that though don't you? You'd hardly tell me that you were going to hurt her, would you? And besides, I know that you're too nice to hurt her deliberately, but Dave...it's gotta end badly.'
'Why? Because I'm twice her age? Because I have kids? Why the fuck does it have to end badly?' My voice rose a little as I spoke and the elderly duo at the table next to me looked over at us again.
'I dunno,' Amber shrugged and turned away. She smiled at our neighbours who went back to their strudels. 'I can't see...I dunno.' She looked at me and I could see a tear in her eye. I reached over and took her hand in mine.
'What's this about Amber? You?'
'Yeah probably,' she sniffed. 'I took Jodes in off the street pretty much, I thought I could show her a way through life's fucked up bits. Instead I'm still living life like an idiot and she's found a fuckin' prince with a ready made family. Fuck!'
'Amber,' I said in shock. 'You're twenty three, not forty three. If anything, the thing that is gunna end Jodes and me will be when she realises that she hasn't seen anything of the world. She's too young to be settlin' down with a bloke and ready made family...' I stopped, not wanting to follow that particular train of thought. 'So are you.'
'Yeah, yeah, I know,' she shot back. She'd regained control of her emotions and the cheeky smile was back. She was truly beautiful when she smiled. 'A moment of jealous madness that's all. And really, why would I want to have to give up having all those men chasing me anyway!?'
'No idea, and if you like I'll chase you round the living room on Friday night just so you realise how slow dirty old men are!'
She smiled broadly at that.
'So what's this test about?'
'A bit of fun,' she replied a glint in her eye.
'I'll go with the flow, but I ain't takin' the blame if it goes wrong. Unless you want to tell me what you're planning?'
'Nah I don't.' We stood and before I could reach for my wallet she'd paid in cash. 'Actually the party was a cover to talk to you about Jodi,' she said as we reached my office. 'I'm happy for her, I really am. She wouldn't've done better with some of the dicks I set her up with...or tried to. Look after her, okay?'
'I will Amber.' She kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the crowd.
The party rocked. It was loud, fun and relaxed. Jodi was having a ball and we were both appreciating Amber's efforts at being the centre of attention. It came naturally to her and there was no hint of the insecurity I had seen in the cafe. We cut the cake at midnight and shortly thereafter Amber announced we should hit the pool. The thirty odd people who had turned up seemed to suddenly be in swimmers and crowding into and around my pool. Thirty arrivals from twenty acceptances was apparently an all time low for one of Amber's parties, Jodi had assured me.
There was young nubile flesh on display everywhere. I suddenly felt old and a little overweight. But I had been made to feel part of the gang and a number of the young women had come up and told me that they thought Jodi had done alright for herself. My ego had been suitably inflated.
At 1.30 the doorbell rang. I answered it to find a policeman there. I was about to apologise for the loud music when Amber elbowed me out of the way and dragged him inside. It was then I realised he was wearing an LAPD badge, was tanned, muscled and not at all cop like. The DJ changed the music and Jodi found herself the centre of attention on a chair in the outdoor area beside the pool as Mr Muscles began to dance vigorously and remove his uniform. The catcalling and cheering was deafening and Jodi laughed continuously in embarrassment. He stripped to the cliché leopard skin thong, got Jodi to slap his oiled, hairless buttocks, along with most of the other women in the crowd, shook his package at her, then took a bow and disappeared.
'So that was the test?' I inquired after Amber and I had closed the door behind him.
'No,' she winked at me. The party had divided between those who returned upstairs for a dance and a sit, and those who hit the pool again. Downstairs was a little quieter. Amberley took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom, closing the door and blocking out almost all the music. With a deft movement she flicked off her bikini top, revealing her perfect B cup breasts to me. Again.
'Fuck me, right now, right here. Make up for leaving me high and dry on your birthday.' She pressed herself against me as I backed up to the basin. 'I won't tell a soul.' She breathed onto my mouth and stared with desire into my eyes. I wanted to, I really did. I hardened against her and I saw the flash of victory in her stare as she felt me lengthen. Then I pushed her gently away.
'If Jodi dumps me, I'll call you...promise.' I meant it too.
'What?' Amber took a step back, put one hand on her hips and stared at me. 'You knockin' me back a second time.'
'With great regret.' My smile was rueful.
'Don't tell me you're in love with her?' She feigned shock but made no move to cover up.
'I am.' The admission came as something of a shock to me, and the feigned expression on Amber's face became genuine.
'Fuck, you haven't told her that though have you?' She seemed to become aware of her state of undress and with an equally deft move slipped the top back into place.
'No, and I don't think I'd really admitted it to myself, until just now.'
'You gonna tell her?'
'Yeah, of course. So don't go spillin' the beans okay?'
'Okay.' She smiled at me, stepped forward and threw her arms around my neck for a close but non-sexual hug. 'You've passed your test.'
'Did Jodi know...?'
'That I was going to let you fuck me in the bathroom? Nah. I just told her I wanted to test you.'
'Oh, and I guess one of those gorgeous men is going to try the same with her?'
'Uh, oh no, I know her too well. That wouldn't stand a chance of success.'
'Well what's the test?' My curiosity was well and truly piqued.
'You'll see,' Amber said in a conspiratorial tone as she led me from the bathroom. I stopped her at the bottom of the stairs.
'So tell me Amber, would you have let me fuck you in there?'
'You'll never know,' she smiled at me and I watched her firm bottom as it swayed up the stairs. I decided to return to the pool. Jodi was there in a deep conversation with a pencil thin blonde who was one of Amber's modelling friends, and a buxom red head who had lived with the pair in the early days. The blonde's face was exquisite in that way that only East European heritage can bring. She smiled as I slipped into the pool and waded towards them, moving aside to let me sit next to Jodi.
'Where you been?' Jodi's words were a little slurred and I realised she was getting very drunk.
'Passed my test,' I replied.
'What was it?' Her eyebrows shot up and she leaned against me. Her flesh was soft and warm.
'I'll tell you later,' I murmured into her ear. She slid in front of me and I wrapped my legs and arms around her. She pushed against me and at once I was hard. The alcohol and the encounter with Amber had fired up my libido.
'Ooh, is that a gun in your pocket?' Jodi giggled as she pushed her buttocks against me.
'Yeah,' I replied as coolly as I could as the blonde smiled mischievously at us.
Amber called down from the balcony for us all to come upstairs for an announcement. Once up there I discovered that about the half the group had left. There were only three other men still present, with the other dozen being females including Jodi and Amber. The seat from downstairs was conspicuous in its commanding position in the middle of the room.
'Come on, come on,' Amber bossed, extracting Jodi from under my arm and leading her to the seat. She sat her down, produced a pair of handcuffs that were lined with pink satin from a small bag that sat on the floor next to the chair before pulling Jodi's arms back and cuffing them behind her. It had the immediate effect of thrusting her breasts forward and tightening the material significantly, showing her nipples to good effect. Larger cuffs were produced and her ankles were shackled. I wondered what was about to happen and from the looks on the faces of the others watching with me, I wasn't alone in that thought.
'Okay Jodi, you're nineteen now, so its time you gained a bit more worldliness. And I'm here to help.'
'Someone else help!' Jodi cried in mock alarm. We all giggled a little but seemed eager to see what Amber had planned.
'So, we've had the cake, the drinks, some dancing. We've met her man,' heads turned my way and I nodded, 'had a swim to help us sober up, been visited by the police...' she paused for the titters to die down. 'Now for something a bit more...adult! I give you Sasha.'
At that, the DJ spun up a dark sexy number and a slim, dark skinned woman in a blue sequinned floor length dress walked up the stairs. As she made her way towards Jodi, Amber made her way to me and settled on my lap. I was desperately conscious of the fact that her bikini revealed a lot of flesh to my vision and touch, and that her bottom and my semi erect cock were separated by two very thin, damp layers of cotton.
Sasha danced beautifully, feeling the music in tempo and beat, seeming to glide across the floor, circling Jodi, reaching out with one elegant long arm to trace from her shoulder, across the back of her neck and along her other shoulder. Her face was perfectly rounded, with full lips, a long elegant neck and dark eyes that were framed by long dark lashes. Her hair was piled onto her head. The dress revealed her back courtesy of a plunging V-line and you could see the tautness of her muscles as she danced. She was fit and beautiful, and when she straddled Jodi's lap and drew her fingers down the inside of Jodi's bikini straps, pulling them forward to tighten the material and sharpen the outline of her nipples even further, I went from semi erect to fully erect.
'Mmm, like the show do we,' Amber purred into my ear, wiggling her buttocks almost imperceptibly against me. 'Sure you don't want to meet in the bathroom again?'
'Right after the show,' I mumbled back with false bravado. I caressed the smooth skin of her flank with one had and could feel my chest tightening. I was wondering who this test was being performed on, Jodi or myself?
Sasha had reached up and untied her dress, dropping the front to reveal her breasts. They swayed in response to her dance, and I found myself entranced by her dark skin and even darker nipples. She drew Jodi's face to her chest and I saw Jodi look across at me. As our eyes met, to my complete surprise, Jodi opened her mouth and licked one nipple, then the other. The other men all gave various whoops at the sight and I heard a few laughs and cheers from the women present. At no stage did she break the eye contact between me and for a moment I wondered if I was going to come in my swimmers. Then Sasha broke the contact by slipping off Jodi's lap and allowing her dress to slip from her lithe body. She was stunning and a quick glance around the room told me that all present were hypnotised by her. I looked at Jodi and our eyes met, and I offered her a quick grin as Amberley ground down on me again, and she winked back. Sasha's thighs seemed to gleam in the low lighting and the thin strip of black pubic hair was barely visible against her dark skin.
Sasha danced around the room making eye contact and demanding our attention. Occasionally she returned to Jodi, stroking her face, her shoulders and once reaching from behind her to cup her breasts through the bikini top. I expected Jodi to call out to her to stop, but she didn't. My erection wouldn't subside as much as I wanted it to, a problem not helped by Amber's constant wiggling and occasional seductive breathe in my ear. When Sasha stopped in front of us she leant towards Amber and they kissed, inches from my face. I couldn't suppress the moan and Sasha's wide smile at me told me that she appreciated my reaction. Then she spun on her heel and with her high tight buttocks wiggling returned to Jodi.
Sasha squatted in front of my girlfriend, placed her palms on Jodi's knees and pushed them apart as far as she could. Despite the ankle cuffs, Jodi's knees parted enough for my side of the room to be able to see the swimmers being pulled tight across her pussy. Without warning Sasha leant forward and planted her mouth on Jodi's lycra covered mound. Jodi jumped and tried to pull away, but bound ankle and wrist she couldn't break free. Her mouth opened and she gasped as Sasha assaulted her. I could see Jodi's nipples harden, and standing behind her I could see one of the other men here unashamedly sporting a good sized erection under his swimmers.
'D'ya think that's hot?' Amber breathed in my ear.
'Uh-huh,' was all I trusted myself to say, my eyes not leaving the scene before me. Sasha had pulled her mouth back slightly and now was assaulting Jodi with her long tongue. Jodi was jerking violently, but she wasn't trying to break free now. I recognised the moves as her desire to have more contact. And that she was going to cum soon. Amber ground down on me again, and I grabbed her waist.
'You do that a few more times and I'm gonna cum.' I was blunt because I didn't want a conversation.
'Then there'd be nothing left for Miss Conservative,' Amber giggled back. 'Though by the look of her there mightn't be much left for you tonight.' As she spoke Jodi cried out, her back arched and she threw her head back. Sasha buried her face into Jodi's pussy and I watched as my girlfriend came. It was incredible. The room had fallen into complete silence, the only sounds coming from Jodi as she rode Sasha's mouth through her climax. Amber had even stopped moving on my lap.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, let me out. Amber!' Jodi sounded a little frantic as she came down to reality and realised we were all watching somewhat dumbfounded. Amber lifted herself from my lap and quickly released Jodi, while Sasha stood and bowed. As if on cue we applauded, the boys cheering and wolf-whistling again. Jodi stood, then staggered and at once I was beside her and providing support.
'You okay?'
'Get me into the bedroom,' she mumbled at me. I led her from the living room into our bedroom. I had a sinking feeling that she was going to tear strips from me for failing to intervene to prevent her public humiliation. Instead, the second the door closed behind us she threw herself at me and we kissed frantically.
'Fuck me, now!' Without waiting she tore off her bikini top and ripped at the ties on the sides of her bikini, revealing her reddened and wet pussy to me. I pulled my swimmers down, my hard cock bouncing into view. Jodi turned her back to me and leant against the door, thrusting her small, tight butt towards me. I stepped forward and slipped into her warm and very wet pussy. We both sighed and she looked at me, her expression still wild.
'Did you get hard watching me?' she asked
'Yeah,' I moaned as I gently thrust myself into her. Jodi pushed back against me, meeting each thrust. I had to keep the pace slow to maintain my self control so I gripped her waist firmly.
'Could Amber feel it?' Her voice was throaty, filled with lust.
'Uh-huh,' I mumbled. 'She kept wiggling on me, pushing against me.'
'Ohh,' Jodi groaned and her head dropped forward. I reached around her and began to play with her nipples. They were still hard and she moaned as I squeezed and twisted them.
'Tell me how you'd fuck her.'
'Like this,' I shot back straight away, pushing Jodi against the door with my body and beginning to increase my pace. 'I'd fuck her for my pleasure, not caring about her, and when I was ready to come I'd force her to her knees and cum in her mouth.' I was close now, and I sensed Jodi was too.
'Do it to me, make me do it.' Her voice was a whisper and she had lifted her head again and had her neck twisted back awkwardly so that she could look into my eyes. I saw the lust there, the desire and I felt my balls contract. It was too late to warn her so I pulled back, grabbed her by the hair and pushed her downwards. Jodi complied, almost sprawling at my feet and taking my length into her mouth. It was divine and I came as soon as her tongue touched me. She gagged and pulled away, but I still had hold of her hair and pulled her back towards me. Again she complied, this time grabbing my shaft with one hand and slipping her mouth just over the tip. I looked down into her eyes as I expended between her willing lips. Just before the last of my cum had shot from my body I slapped her hand away, pulled myself from her mouth and came onto her chin. The long strands dripped downwards onto her pert breasts.
Releasing her hair I lifted her by the chin and pulled her to me. We hugged, bodies heaving as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
'That was...'
'Naughty?' She asked.
'Yeah, but fuckin' good,' I added. She smiled at me, her chin still a sticky mess. 'How'd I taste?'
'Awful,' she admitted. 'I'm gonna clean up.' She pulled away and disappeared into the bathroom, while I flopped onto the bed.
'Hey, don't be an old man,' Jodi scolded when she returned to the bedroom, looking considerably fresher. She grabbed a sundress from the wardrobe and slipped it on without underwear. I twitched again and smiled at her.
'Here, put these on, nothing else.' Jodi threw a pair of white cotton beach pants at me. I liked this new self confident girl of mine. We held hands as we returned to the room to find that only Sasha and Amber still present.
'Oh you bastards, look at the shit eating "we just fucked" look on their faces Sasha!' Amber was grinning widely at us and Sasha's perfect white smile looked equally pleased to see us.
'Where's the party gone?' Jodi pouted at Amber but accepted the drink offered, as did I.
'Well I thought it was gone with you two off for a night of fornicating,' Amber snickered, 'so I sent everyone home and asked Sasha to stay with me for the night. Oh, did I tell you I'm staying downstairs tonight?'
'No, but you're most welcome,' I butted in, nodding to Sasha as well. I twitched at the thought of these two goddesses naked and rolling around in my bed downstairs.
'Hey lover,' Jodi purred to me, 'why don't you roll us a coupl'a joints and meet us on the balcony?'
'Sure,' I replied and wandered towards the pantry to get out the Tupperware container that held my stash, rollies, pogue and lighter. As I rolled two joints I could see the three women chatting earnestly, occasionally glancing through the glass doors at me. I returned the Tupperware container to the pantry, and was about to take the joints to the balcony when Jodi walked back in and slid the door closed behind her.
'I've got a proposition for you,' she said in that drunken, soft, horny voice of hers.
'Yeah?' I replied cautiously. She tilted her head up to mine and kissed me on the lips, her hand cupping me through the soft material of my pants. I figured that Amber and Sasha couldn't see what was happening, their view was blocked by Jodi's body.
'Tha' great big King size bed of your's could fit all four of us.' I looked into her eyes and saw the lust burning anew through the filmy drunken haze. I hardened to full length at what she was saying and she smiled in triumph at me.
'You get t' fuck Amber and I get Sasha, then maybe you get Sasha if there's anythin' left of you.' She giggled and we kissed again, this time our tongues lashing with urgency and her hand pumping me in unison.
'Um, Jodes' I gasped as we broke apart. Through the glass door I could see Amber being cradled in Sasha's arms as they watched us.
'Ya?' Her voice was breathless as she looked at me with obvious expectation.
'I don't think it's a good idea.'
'What? You're jokin' right?'
'No,' I gasped as she plunged her hand down the waistband of my pants and gripped me even harder. 'Its just that you...oh...we, we're drunk, really drunk and maybe in the mornin' it won't feel the same as it does right now.'
'Tha's cos you'll be drained and hungover and won't get it up,' she giggled.
'Seriously Jodes, let's not do this now. We'll talk in the morning, and you know what...christ that feels good...' she was stroking my entire length now. She had moved beside me and I realised that the others could see what she was doing completely unobstructed now. 'If tomorrow you think it's a good idea, we'll do it, cos it sounds like lots of fun, really.'
'C'mon,' she said and moved towards the balcony, gripping me with such strength that I didn't dare not follow. I looked at our guests to see that Amber's bikini top was gone again and Sasha's long elegant black fingers were deftly manipulating one nipple. For a moment I wondered where my life had taken me. I giggled a little at the thought of what Kelly would say if she walked in right now.
'What you laughin' at?' Amber broke from Sasha's embrace and stepped up to me, throwing her arms around my neck and pushing her hips against my cock that was protruding against my pants.
'Jus' imaginin' my ex walkin' in right now.' I giggled again and enjoyed the feeling of Amber's breasts against my chest. Jodi's hand released me as Amber's lips found mine. I let her tongue into my mouth and met it with mine and for a moment I was in heaven as we kissed. Her mouth was soft, her lips full and seemed to caress mine, her breath sweet in my mouth. As we broke apart I glanced behind her to see Jodi kissing Sasha on the mouth. Black and white, it was a sensuous sight.
'Sorry gorgeous,' I murmured into Amber's ear, 'but I'm, gonna knock you back again.'
'What?' She looked at me incredulously. 'This was Jodi's idea, not mine, really!'
'Yeah I know...'
'What the fuck is up with you? Your girl says you can fuck me while she gets it on with a hot chick, and you don't want to? You gay and like your girls slim hipped and small assed so you can imagin' you're fuckin' a guy?'
'Amber, the male in me really wants to...' at that she pressed against me and we kissed again. This time when we broke apart Jodi's dress was bunched down around her waist and Sasha's long tongue was exploring my girlfriend's nipples as she stood with her head back and her eyes closed.
'But she's so pissed I reckon she'll regret it in the morn...'
'So, I regret things the next mornin' too, but I get over it and find something better.' Amber had worked her hand between us and was running her fingers over my hardness.
'But I love her...look Amber, I said to her we'd talk about it in the mornin' and if she wants to still, we'll let you know...' Amber's fingers had curled around me now and I was close to losing my ability to stop what was happening. 'Please?' The word came out as a whisper, a plea. Amber pulled her hand back, and then kissed me softly on the mouth. Without a word she stepped to Jodi and Sasha and pulled them apart, then led Sasha from the balcony.
Jodi walked to me, letting her dress slip down her legs and she stepped out of it as we watched the others walk across the room and disappear down the stairs. I pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her slim body against mine. I picked her up and she squealed but didn't struggle. I walked to the bedroom, and placed her carefully on the mattress before pulling my pants down and kicking them free.
Jodi parted her legs and I knelt on the bed, and when I went to go down on her, she grabbed me chin and pulled my face to hers. We kissed, a slow, languid loving kiss and only paused as I entered her. She was as wet as she had been after her show with Sasha. Our lovemaking started slowly, but the lust that burnt within us took over and soon we were slapping together. The image of Sasha's tongue caressing Jodi's small pointed nipple sent me over the edge, and my climax sent Jodi into hers.
We were panting as I rolled off her. We lay on our sides and looked at each other in the silence. The effect of her sexual releases and the alcohol were combining to send her to sleep. Each blink was lasting longer. I thought she was gone, when I heard her whisper those three little words to me again. I smiled, and a moment later was asleep too.
I woke up at about ten the next morning feeling the worse for wear. I made myself some toast and ate it on the balcony replaying the events of the previous night. I wondered whether I was going through a mid life crisis forced upon me by circumstances. I was living with an eighteen year old, partying with her friends until times in the morning that I had all but forgotten existed and had been on the verge of group sex several times.
Sasha and Amber appearing at the top of the stairs an hour after I had risen broke my chain of thought. They too were worse for wear and after a cup of coffee headed off to Amber's house. Jodi appeared, showered and looking refreshed at two in the afternoon.
'You look terrible,' she offered brightly, kissing me on the cheek. 'I'm starving!' I made her a sandwich and watched her wolf it down, remaining silent and deciding to let her take the initiative. When she had finished eating she drank some water then walked to me and pressed herself against my chest.
'Did you enjoy yourself last night?'
'Uh huh,' I replied.
'Why'd you stop it?'
'Direct aren't you?' I lifted her head by the chin and smiled down at her.
'You knew I was going to ask didn't you?'
'Yup, and I stopped it cos I didn't think you were in a fit state to think it through.'
'I know I was drunk...very drunk, but I knew what I was doin''
'Damn!' I laughed. She smiled at me and we kissed. 'If something like that's gonna happen, I want to be sure that you've thought it through. How come you were so horny?'
'Amber slipped me an E at the start of the party.'
'Fuck, she had drugs here?' As I said it I knew how old I sounded.
'Doh!' Jodi giggled and squeezed me around the waist. 'It's basically what they all do, and it's only the second time I've ever had it.' I thought about that for a while.
'So without drugs I don't have a shot of getting you, Amber and Sasha into bed again?'
'Maybe, maybe not,' Jodi replied and pushed away from me.
'I love you,' I said. She turned and looked at me with a smile.
'No you don't,' she said, and despite the smile there was a hint of truth in her words. 'You're married to another woman.'
Thirty one days later I handed her an envelope after I walked in the door from work.
'What's this?' she asked as she tore it open.
'Late birthday present,' I shot back as I poured myself vodka.
'Oh,' she said after opening the envelope, and looked at me wide eyed. 'I...fuck...'
'Jodi!' Alex exclaimed from the table. 'That's a naughty word!'
'It is indeed,' I admonished, 'and just because Jodi said it doesn't mean you can.'
'No Dad,' said Alex getting back to his spaghetti, his words echoed by Courtney who was acting as though she heard the word every day. Which she probably did.
'Dave...' tears were flowing now and she turned her back on the kids and walked to me. I cuddled her.
'Now you can say it,' she whispered.
'I love you,' I said. Courtney looked up at that and I smiled at her.
'What did you give her Dad?'
'Um, well, it's the papers that mean Mummy and Daddy aren't married any more.' I spent the next hour until the kids were asleep assuring them that Kelly would always be their Mummy, but that we couldn't be together. They were confused, but didn't seem angry, I supposed that Kelly's prolonged absence had made them think that that's how things were always going to be. As I tucked them into bed I asked them if they'd like Jodi to live with us all the time.
'Would we have to call her Mummy?' Alex looked confused.
'That'll be up to you,' I replied.
'It's been good having her here,' Courtney said in her most serious grown up voice. 'So it would be best to have her stay.' I almost laughed, but suppressed it to a smile and kissed them both goodnight.
It was a Tuesday night.
On Wednesday as we fed the kids, the phone rang.
'Hi.' I knew her voice at once, as though I had spoken to her only yesterday not some fourteen months prior. Martin would ring me five days later to tell me in a rather excited voice that he had found out Kelly had returned to Australia. But right then, with her voice in my ear, Martin's investigation was the furthest thing from my mind.
'Where are you?' I thought my voice sounded calm, although the blood was pulsing through my ears as my heart raced at what seemed a thousand beats per minute. My expression must have looked odd as I saw Jodi cock her head to the side and frown at me. I mouthed Kelly's name.
'At the airport.' Twenty minutes away, maybe fifteen.
'Where are you going?' I had no intention of inviting her here.
'I want to come and see the kids,' she paused, 'and you.'
'Can it wait until tomorrow? It's a school night and they're nearly ready for bed. I'd rather talk to you without them around first up. If you come here now it'll be a huge spin out for them.'
'Oh, I hadn't thought of that.' Or of many other things I thought to myself. 'What about I come around in...an hour and a half?'
I held my hand over the mouthpiece and looked at Jodi. 'Tonight after the kids have gone to sleep?' She nodded a look of quiet resignation on her face.
'Okay, see you then.' I hung up without waiting for an acknowledgement. I immediately crossed to Jodi and took her into my arms. She was stiff against me, but when I told her that I loved her, she softened and looked up at me, tears in her eyes.
'I knew this day would come, but I'm not ready for it. I feel...like...like I don't belong...'
'You belong here, I need you Jodes. Get strong, stay strong for us.'
'I'll try, but it'll be better if you can talk to her alone. She won't be ready for this either.'
'Who's coming over?' It was Courtney who could hear the slightest hint of gossip from a whisper one hundred metres away but not hear me tell her its time for bed when I was standing beside her. Apparently.
'Someone we used to know little Miss,' I said with a smile. 'You've finished dinner, good job, now down for your bath and bed.' For once they both headed downstairs without complaining.
'I'll do it,' Jodi offered, so I cleaned up the table and kitchen. Our tension must've been obvious to the kids as there was little protest and they were asleep within an hour of the call. I poured us both a stiff drink, flicked on the television and held Jodi in my arms as we watched distractedly, both lost in our own thoughts.
Right on time the doorbell rang.
'What do you want me to do?' She sounded scared and her eyes were wide. Like the lamb before the lion.
'Just be you, I'll bring her up we'll offer her a drink and if she wants to stay the night, she can stay in the spare room.'
'Fuck,' Jodi said. 'She'll feel like...'
'Like the visitor she is,' I cut in, standing and putting my drink on the table. The television fell silent as I walked downstairs and I took a deep breath before unlocking the door and opening it.
Somehow she still looked the same, despite the changes. Her hair was longer, seemed fuller and wilder. Her skin was deeply tanned, her clothes hippier than I could remember. Full length skirt made of soft cotton, bare feet it seemed and a peasant crop top, if there was such a thing in peasant wardrobes, cut off to expose the waist, sho
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rt puffy sleeves and puffed around her breasts. She looked healthy, relaxed and gorgeous, if a little wild.
Her eyes searched my face in that all too familiar gaze as she probed my emotional state. I saw her flinch when I turned my mouth away from her kiss and directed her lips to my cheek.
'Come in.' She stepped forward, hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, and looked from me towards the kids' room.
'Later,' I said, 'they've been asleep for half an hour or so, let 'em get deeper in.' Kelly nodded and headed up the stairs. As I followed I couldn't help looking at the firm bottom swishing the skirt from side to side, nor noticing the smoothness of her skin.
'How have you been...oh, Jodi!' Kelly looked surprised to see Jodi standing beside the table.
'Hi Kelly.' Jodi's response was soft and uncertain.
'You've been helping with the kids?'
'She lives with me.' I wanted to be direct and to the point, but it was ambiguous although I didn't see it.
'Oh, of course, with your job and everything. Would you mind giving us some privacy?' Still the same at telling people what she wanted. I had loved that about her, but the dismissive tone angered me. I walked past Kelly and slipped my arm around Jodi's slender waist.
'No, she lives with me.' I emphasised with. Kelly's mouth opened and she blinked.
'You're fucking our baby sitter?'
'He's quite good at it too,' Jodi shot back before I could reply. I felt her tense against me, and then she leaned into me.
'Well he would be wouldn't he? He's had twenty years more practice than you. Fuck Dave,' Kelly shook her head at me, 'a fuckin' teenager? I kinda thought you'd be in some sort of relationship, but a...a girl?'
'I think someone who walked out on her family without so much as a why or goodbye can't claim any moral high ground.' I kept my voice calm but it was difficult.
'You know what,' Jodi interjected, 'I think you guys need to talk without me around. I'll see you later.' She went to pull away but I pulled her to me and kissed her on the cheek. She headed off into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
'Let's go outside,' I said nodding towards the balcony.
'So?' I asked once I was seated. Kelly stood at the railing and looked over the view. She looked stunning, but I didn't feel the attraction like I once had. Where once she had taken my breath away, now I felt like I was looking at a wonderful piece of art, but one without any relevance to my life.
'I was so stressed, so unsure of who I was, where I was going or where I wanted to go. Then Carla rang in tears, Mark had walked out and she was going away and she didn't know where. And I suddenly knew I had to go too.'
Carla was one of her "pre-us" friends that I didn't like and had always avoided. Mark was her paranoid and I believed, probably violent husband - or like me an ex-husband now - and apart from one unanswered call to them when I was trying to find Kelly, I hadn't tried again. My intense dislike of both of them had seen them drift from our social circle and so I found myself a bit surprised that Carla's actions had acted as a catalyst.
'And did India let you find yourself?' I tried to smile but it felt like a grimace.
'You knew I was in India?'
'I hired a private detective to find you,' I grimaced again. 'I wanted to know where the wife I loved was.' I choked for a minute then, and fought against the tears. 'That was as much as I could find out.'
'I don't expect you to understand Dave,' Kelly was talking again, still looking at the view and not at me. 'I regret that I did it the way I did, but yes, I know I'm a better balanced person, a better person full stop.' She turned and looked at me and I saw tears in her eyes. I felt sadness well up in me.
'I nearly lost everything Kell,' I replied shaking my head. I told her how it was only with Jodi's help that I held it together.
'You can't love her,' Kelly said, 'she's so young...'
'You don't know much about my life any more, and I'm sorry to say that it's not your business any more.' I laughed without humour at the timing of Kelly's return. 'Our divorce came through yesterday.' The words struck her like an open hand, Kelly stood there with her mouth open.
'C'mon Kell',' I said, 'you didn't really think I'd wait here for you to come back when you left me nothing more than a note that said nothing? Really? I waited and waited, hoping that you would call, an e-mail, some fuckin' indication that you were alive, or at least that you cared about me an' the kids.' My voice was getting louder, my tone angrier and I could see her flinch. 'But nothing. Not one fuckin' token effort. Shit, you broke your Mum and Dad's hearts too.'
'Divorced?'
'Yup and this place is in my name alone as is all your stuff that I didn't give to Bill and Irene.'
'I should have...realised.' Her head dropped and I thought she was crying then she looked at me and smiled. It was a sad smile, but at the same time one of genuine acceptance. 'I should probably go...'
'You can sleep downstairs in the spare room,' I interrupted. 'Jodes made the bed for you, said it was probably best though if you lock the door and wait 'til the kids go to school. They're with Bill and Irene this weekend, why don't you go and rebuild some bridges there until Friday, then you can have the weekend to explain to your kids where you've been.' We looked at each other and I realised that she was a stranger to me now.
'Do they call her Mummy?' Her voice cracked a little as she asked the question.
'No, but they asked if they had to when I told them Jodi was staying. I told them that it was up to them, but that you would always be their Mummy.'
'Oh fuck!' She cried then, so I stood and held her, but kept our bodies ever so slightly apart. When she was composed I took her to her room and made her promise not to come out if she heard the kids in the morning, it would be too disruptive for them.
Jodi was awake when I entered the room.
'Is she downstairs?'
'Yup,' I nodded. 'And no, there was no light bulb moment of understanding for me.' I recounted our conversation as I undressed. Jodi pulled the sheets back for me and as she did so I saw that she was at least topless in the bed. My body reacted and she smiled as my member rose. I slipped in beside her and we kissed, body to body. I discovered below the sheets that she was in fact naked. I flicked the light off and found her pushing me down and slipping on top of me.
'Do you still think she's beautiful?' Jodi asked the question in between kisses that were becoming more urgent and probing. She was sliding her pussy lips along the length of my erection, teasing me with the promise of entry to her inner warmth.
'Yes,' I admitted, 'but not in the take my breath away kind of thing that she used to.'
'Like I do?' Jodi leaned down and breathed the words into my ear.
'Uh huh,' I agreed feeling her tense as the head of my cock slid ever so slightly into her. 'Or like Amber does?' That threw me and I lost concentration for a moment.
'What?' But she said nothing more, instead pressing down onto me until I was nestled inside her. She rode me slowly, her breath hot in my ear, her breasts soft against my chest as she moved only from the hips. It was only when she lifted her head so I could see her face that I saw the tears, and I kissed them from her cheeks in silence as we made love. They were warm and salty and she licked them from my lips in turn. Finally I felt my climax nearing, and told her so. She smiled and sat upright, her body lithe and firm as she rode me into a deep and long lasting orgasm.
When I was finished she lay on me until my cock softened and slipped from her, then she slid beside me under my arm.
'Please be honest with me about how you feel about her?'
'I am,' I responded straight away, a little confused.
'Not now,' she scolded me, 'over the next week or month. It's gonna be messy and maybe you'll think it's worth another shot...'
'I won't...'
'Shh!' she admonished. 'If you do, please tell me first. Can you promise me that?'
'I promise,' I said.
Kelly kept her promise the next morning, waiting for the kids to head off for school before she emerged, leaving the house after an awkward breakfast between the three of us. At her request I phoned Bill and Irene to tell them she was back and asked if they wanted to see her. Irene broke down crying, Bill's voice was shaky but relieved, as a father should be after his daughter finally came back to life. I ordered her a cab and paid for it, I had no intention of letting her use the car or of driving her over.
I told the kids on Friday morning. They still wanted to go to school as there was an excursion to the zoo. Courtney was somewhat subdued and I saw the hurt in her eyes that she had been suppressing. Alex was just excited. I hugged them both and told them I loved them with more emphasis than I normally did.
Jodi insisted that she would drive the kids to Bill and Irene's after school as she always did on Friday. I was home early and when she walked in I saw happiness in her face that took away the tension that had been building over the past two days.
'They hugged me, invited me in for tea, all the usual things.' Jodi was pleased as punch and I almost felt that their continued acceptance of her was more important than mine. 'I said I wouldn't come in, that it might be a bit awkward, and then Irene hugged me and told me she loved me. Me!' Jodi threw her arms around me and we kissed.
'Why wouldn't she?' I laughed.
Chapter 04
Two weeks later, Kelly dropped a bombshell on me. She had brought the kids back from her parents' place, bathed them and put them to bed. Jodi had hung around upstairs not wanting to interfere with Kelly's time with the kids, which was sweet. As I held the door open, Kelly paused as she crossed the step.
'Dave, I need to get a job and get myself sorted.'
'That's probably a good idea,' I replied.
'I can't live at Mum and Dad's; we'll drive each other insane.' I smiled at the fact that she recognised Bill and Irene's sanity was on the line as much as her own. Kelly had always seen the faults in her relationship with her parents as being of their doing.
'I was wondering if I could live downstairs in the spare room, just until I get a job.'
I was speechless and the thought that Kelly might have been joking only lasted a nanosecond as I saw her expression imploring me to agree.
'I can't...'
'Please, don't answer now,' she said softly. Kelly reached out and rested her hand on my elbow, and it struck me as somewhat intimate. 'Talk to Jodi, see what she has to say.' Without waiting for a response Kelly turned and walked down the path to where her car was parked. Jodi had insisted on returning Kelly's BMW, pointing out that it would give her the mobility that we all wanted her to have, and be seen as a good faith gesture. Ever practical my Jodi, I thought to myself as I walked upstairs and the startled look on my face must have been still in place.
'You okay?' Jodi's voice cut through my tumultuous thoughts.
'Kelly asked to move in downstairs until she gets a job!' I just blurted it out then started giggling. 'I was about to tell her that I thought she was joking when she said I should ask you first. Like either of us want her here. Christ!'
'It's not as crazy as it seems...' Jodi began. That cut my giggles off.
'What the fuck!?' I exclaimed, 'she can put up with her parents, that'll be the motivation that she needs to get a job.' I shook my head, 'why would either of us want her here?'
'I'm not saying I want her here Dave,' Jodi shot back. Her tone was sharp and brought me to focus. 'But it'll be good for the kids to get to know her again, and it'll probably stop her getting bitter at us if she can't find work, which means she won't be workin' on Bill and Irene to turn them against us.'
'What? Are you actually suggesting that we...'
'Yeah, I am! Right now there's no talk of lawyers and shit like that. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, huh?'
'So she is the enemy then?' I asked with a small grin.
'Maybe,' Jodi said softly.
'Look,' I said after a moment of thought, 'you're one of a kind and your idea kinda makes sense, but you know, I really don't want to be living with my ex-wife and my future wife. It can't be normal, you know?' Jodi was looking at me with her head tilted to one side and a quizzical expression.
'What?' I asked in exasperation.
'And who might your future wife be exactly?' I blinked then, realising what I had said. At a time like that there's only two choices; backtrack wildly or...I dropped to my knee.
'This isn't how I imagined doin' it Jodes, but will you marry me?' Her mouth dropped open and I got the giggles again. After a moment she did too, then she closed the space between us and hugged me to her chest. I remained on one knee feeling her warmth through her shirt, the softness of her breasts against my face and I could hear her heart beating.
'I can't answer that yet Dave,' she said, 'but if you agree that Kell' can move in and live downstairs, and that you can be normal around her, then I'll know that I'm not your rebound chick, or second choice or whatever.' I looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes. Not of sadness but of love. I circled her tiny waist and squeezed her against me.
'Okay,' I replied, 'but only 'til she gets a job, or for three months.'
An hour later Jodi rang Kelly to tell her that we agreed.
The kids were beside themselves and despite my misgivings I found myself in a kind of nervous excitement as we waited for Kelly to arrive. We had all agreed that we would start with a family barbecue and that meant Bill and Irene coming over as well, and when the doorbell rang the kids screamed as they ran to open it and I almost vomited. "What the fuck am I doing?" were the words running around my head on an endless loop as Alex and Courtney dragged their grandparents and Kelly upstairs.
The normal words of welcome were followed by awkward hugs between us all, mostly between Kelly and me, though I didn't think my ex looked too pleased to hug Jodi. The tension dropped as we walked onto the balcony, Jodi grabbed the jug of Long Island Iced Tea that she had prepared (apparently Irene's favourite which was news to me; how is it that women seem to notice so much more of the world around them?), and I grabbed beers for Bill, Kelly and me. The kids hung off Kelly and I heard both of them whispering to her over and over again if she was really moving in. To her credit I heard her reply that it would only be for a while.
Bill helped me cook the meat while Irene and Jodi marshalled the kids into setting the table and laid out the salad. I sensed Kelly felt lost and realised that if she wasn't included a sense of resentment at being alienated in what had been her home could poison our new living arrangements before we'd even started.
'Hey Kel,' I turned from the barbecue, 'do you reckon you could cook up the meat while I drag Bill to the garage to get him to look at my car's Bluetooth setup. It's playing up again,' I added turning to Bill who shrugged. Kelly stood and accepted the tongs I offered with a smile and I saw the gratitude in her eyes.
'Sure, but don't be all night down there.' It was an expression she had used often in our previous life together. My gut lurched at the words; the familiar sound in my ears but at the same time alien after so much had changed since I'd last heard them. My life was so different, but Kelly's presence, her mannerisms and no doubt her belief that she was home was going to place me in two worlds at once.
'C'mon Bill, I need your help...'
'Again,' he laughed and slapped me on the back as we walked down the stairs. Bill may have been retired but he had spent his life in electronics and communications. It had been his passion as a boy and had grown to be his profession as an adult and he still dabbled constantly. He waved off my phone and used his, connecting it to the car's Bluetooth system in under a minute. Then he took mine, and after some cursing at the setting's menu, finally got it to connect.
'You could read the manual you know,' he said with a small smile.
'Where's the challenge in that?' I protested.
'I think you've let yourself in for a huge challenge here,' he jerked his head upstairs. 'How did you convince Jodi that this was a good idea?'
'It was her idea Bill. Actually, it was Kell's idea and Jodi agreed with it,' I corrected myself after seeing the look of incredulity on his face.
'And you?'
'I think its fuckin' crazy!' We laughed at that, me a little hysterically, then we headed upstairs. Kelly was in the kitchen laughing with Irene and Jodi stood just a little apart but was smiling along with them. The kids were drawing in the corner of the room. The whole scene was domestic bliss and at the same time totally surreal.
Dinner was relaxed and pleasant, Kelly talked about her trip in terms of places she had visited, the Ashram in Kashmir that she had lived in for three months; but still without a mention of why. All of us sensed the relaxed vibe and so no one asked the obvious. The White Elephant was permitted to stand silently in the corner of the room. At this point in the new living arrangement that seemed the best way to go. After dinner Bill and Irene helped Kelly put the kids to bed while Jodi and I cleaned away the dishes.
'You okay?' I asked.
'Yeah,' she smiled. As I closed the door of the dishwasher she walked to me and I took her into my arms. We kissed then hugged, Jodi resting her head on my shoulder and I welcomed the familiar warmth of her body against mine.
Kelly appeared with the silent tread of bare feet and both Jodi and I saw the look on her face as she saw us together. I felt Jodi tense as she went to pull away but I held her to me tightly.
'Sorry,' Kelly said, offering a thin lipped smile. 'It's goin' to take me a while to get used to seeing you together like that, but I guess I will.'
'Sure,' I offered.
'Being back in the house, the kids, Mum and Dad, Christ it almost makes me feel I haven't been gone. But...' She looked away and I knew that she was suppressing tears. I felt Jodi give me a little push, as if to say that I should go to her and comfort her. I shook my head at her, and was surprised to see her scowl back. Jodi broke from my grip and walked over to Kelly and slipped an arm around her shoulders, leading her onto the balcony.
Bill and Irene reappeared shortly thereafter to tell us that they were heading home now that the kids were asleep. Bill raised his eyebrows at me when he saw Jodi and Kelly on the balcony together talking earnestly. I offered a small smile and shrugged and he shook his head in response. I was guessing that he didn't approve of the whole deal. I wondered if his wisdom was something I should pay more attention to.
'Bill, go and say goodbye to the girls while I help clean the kitchen.' Bill looked as though he was about to protest, but a stern look from Irene sent him on his way. As soon as he had shut the sliding glass door behind him Irene looked at me with an expression that told me a lecture was coming my way.
'That's my daughter out there, and whatever she did to you I still love her.'
'I know that,' I said feeling unsure where this conversation was going.
'But I don't know why in hell you wanted her to come and live here...'
'Whoa Irene,' I said holding my hands up in mock surrender. 'It was never my idea!' Irene looked puzzled at that. 'Kelly asked to move back in, I initially said no then Jodes talked me into it. Its temporary, you know that, until she can get back on her feet.'
'I don't understand why Jodi would want her here?' Irene still looked puzzled.
'Nor do I really,' I smiled wryly at her. 'Irene, I'm a bloke, you women are the ones that're hard to figure out. Go ask Jodes why, I'm sure she'll make sense to you.'
'Oh, I don't know,' Irene sighed. 'I just don't want Kelly being hurt; she spends a lot of time in her room crying you know.'
'No, I didn't know,' I replied softly. 'You know I did too when she left.'
'Yes, I know,' she smiled a little sadly. 'You're lucky with Jodi, she seems much wiser than her years.'
'I wouldn't be with her if she wasn't,' I said with as much conviction as I could muster. 'She is special to me, she's great with the kids and she's been so understanding towards Kelly when I wasn't.' We stood and looked at each other for a moment. 'Now Irene, I thought you where going to help me clean the kitchen.'
'Fat chance!' she laughed and headed out to the balcony to say her goodbyes.
The next few days passed through a blur of awkwardness and tension as we tried to accommodate our new flatmate who was also the mother to my children. But we started to find our routine, with Jodi and I running the morning shift, while Kelly slept in; she had never been a morning person. Consequently Kelly would run the evenings with the kids, bath time, homework and bedtime. Kelly threw herself into finding a job, not easy given her time out of the workforce, but I admired her pluck and optimism. I even had to admit to myself that some of my old affection for her was returning, but it was the affection you have for a friend, nothing more.
It was about six weeks later that I could see the rejections starting to take her toll. She had been to numerous interviews and it was her lack of recent experience that was causing her to miss out. On the Thursday Bill rang and asked if the kids could stay the weekend. He and Irene were missing their time with the kids, and it turned out that the kids were missing their time there too and were keen as mustard to go.
I got home a little late on the Friday and found a kitchen turned into a cocktail bar that was clearly a contender for the messiest bar ever. Jodi and Kelly were on the balcony dancing to the speaker distorting dance music that my rock tastes couldn't identify, while holding cocktail glasses that seemed to be slopping more of their contents onto the floor than they were retaining. This party had clearly been going on for a while.
I dropped the briefcase and walked out onto the balcony, trying to avoid the sticky patches of wet and drying alcohol that spotted the floor inside and out of the house.
'Dave!' Jodi threw herself and the last remnants of her cocktail at me, forcing me to catch her and wear her drink. She smelt of alcohol but it wasn't unpleasant and the kiss was more than compensatory for the assault with her drink.
'Hello darling,' I muttered, helping her to regain her balance. Then Kelly threw herself at us and I had to grab her and support all three of us.
'Having a nice little party are we?' I asked.
'You know what?' Kelly shouted at me, far louder than the music required. I shook my head to indicate that I did not "know what." 'This girlfriend of yours is alright.'
'Actually I did know that,' I replied somewhat bemusedly.
'No, no! Really!' Kelly was very drunk. 'I was goin' through the paper for jobs...' she trailed off, '...I'm not much bloody use to anyone, am I?' The question was obviously rhetorical so I allowed her to continue without attempting a reply, 'and she...Jodes...you know her...' I nodded to encourage the story to come to an end. 'Well, she said fuck it! Fuck 'em all. Let's set up a cocktail party and fuck everything else.' Somehow I suspected that Jodi hadn't used so many expletives, it wasn't her style, but I understood that she too had understood how Kelly was getting worn down. I smiled at Jodi and she grinned back at me, evidently pleased with herself.
'And so here we are,' I replied, raising my voice to be heard.
'Yeeahh! Here we fuckin' are!' Kelly slipped away from me and I released Jodi to the relative safety of her own balance.
'I think I should put on some clothes that don't mind bein' spilled on,' I yelled. Jodi nodded and turned away to dance again. I took the opportunity to slip inside, turning the music down to below distortion level, before continuing on to the bedroom to change. It was then that I heard the beep of my phone telling me that I had not one, but seven messages, all from Amber and within the past three minutes. According to the most recent text, she was "at the front fuckin' door and can hear the party across town so let me fuckin' in!' With a smile I headed downstairs and opened the door. Even more than usual she was a vision, wearing a red dress in the style of a slave of ancient Greece, albeit with a plunging neckline and short hemline, which set off her fetching strappy sandals that wound their way seductively up her calf. Her hair was mostly loose, held together at the ends in a pony tail that at once appeared to be escaping and at the same time closely controlled.
'Hello gorgeous!' I exclaimed.
'What the fuck is that?' she asked looking at the blue stain on my shirt.
'The last of Jodi's drink,' I laughed and we hugged, Amber snuggling under my arm to avoid contact with the rather viral looking stain. At that moment the music faded rapidly to almost silence.
'Dave! Dave! Amber's downstairs, she's been waiting for ages! She'll be pissed off, go and let her in!' I looked at Amber and we grinned at each other, then Amber was off up the stairs so I followed. I was unable to stop my eyes watching the hem of her skirt swaying and the smoothness of her thighs as they sashayed up the stairs.
Amber turned abruptly and smirked as she caught me looking.
'Jode's your pervy boyfriend is checkin' out my arse!' I reddened at the truth and wished that I'd had been able to indulge a couple of drinks. For me there was nothing like the buzz of inebriation to reduce the inhibitions and sharpen the witty comeback. Jodi was careering towards her friend and as they embraced Kelly walked in from the balcony.
'Why wouldn't he check it out, it's almost as good as mine,' Jodi shot back, then poked her tongue out at me over Amber's shoulder. Kelly had followed Jodi inside and stood halfway between the stairs and the balcony door. Amber looked at her and then back at me as she extricated herself from Jodi's hug.
'Ooh, you must be the naughty wife who ran away and then come back to find your hubby fucking a teenager!' I flinched at Amber's words and felt as though I had been slapped. Jodi laughed open mouthed in mock horror and Kelly momentarily looked a little shocked.
'Amber...' I started, but Kelly smiled in that supremely self confident way that I hadn't seen since she left, and closed the distance between them and offered Amber her hand.
'Kelly,' she said.
'Amber! And Dave's right, you're a MILF.'
'Amber!' I shot out again, only to be ignored again.
'Thank you,' Kelly said, still holding Amber's hand. Something went off in my head at that moment, but I didn't have time to reflect on it as Jodi was telling me that I should make a round of drinks.
'Yeah, let me get changed,' I said, admiring Kelly's resistance. Amber had sought the attack only to be blunted by Kelly's cool reception and her refusal to complement the younger woman's appearance. I knew Kelly and I knew that she would think Amber looked good.
'I'll do this round,' Kelly offered. I nodded and quickly changed. When I returned the dance music had been replaced with some good ol' hard rock, and this time the volume was no longer threatening to crack the walls.
'Help?' Kelly asked.
'Sure,' I replied.
'Livewire isn't she?' Kelly commented.
'Oh yeah,' I replied and for a moment regretted my tone. Then I remembered that Kelly wasn't my wife any more.
'So have you fucked her?'
'What?'
'Sorry,' Kelly giggled. 'I'm pissed, you know how that makes me. Have you fucked her? I mean you'd be crazy not to want her.'
'So I take it you want her?' The old passion was ignited at that moment; my former wife's eyes were burning in that way that meant once upon a time that I was in for a wild night.
'You haven't have you?' Kelly's laugh was throaty. 'See, if I was Jodi she'd have shared our bed a coupla times.' I was a bit shocked at Kelly's forthrightness. And yet I shouldn't have been; she'd organised threesomes for us more times than I could count on both hands.
'No,' I smiled. The mental image of Kelly and Amber with me in bed gave me a shortness of breath that made me force my mind to the task of making cocktails. Marguerita's no less. I made a feeble attempt to clean up the kitchen as Kelly took the cocktails out to the balcony. I found a salad pre made in the fridge, and some marinating chicken breasts that I was no doubt meant to barbeque. I mentally applauded Jodi's preparation; she'd foreseen where this night was going to go and done her bit while sober. I grabbed the chicken and necessary barbeque implements and headed out to the balcony.
'So Dave, what d'ya think of my dress?' Amber was fishing for complements, but not from me.
'It's nice,' I said. 'A bit short maybe?' I raised my eyebrows at her with a fatherly smile and received a retort in reply.
'Ya didn't think that when you were tryin' to look up it did ya?'
'Sure,' I said as I lit the burners. 'But that was the letch in me, now, with objectiveness I can say it's nice but a little too short.'
'Ha! Whaddya think?' she twirled to Kelly.
'Gorgeous,' Kelly said tilting her head as though examining the dress for the first time. 'I mean red's not a subtle colour is it? The scarlet of the harlot. But if that's the image you're after, well then the hemline's perfect.' A beautiful backhanded compliment if ever there was one. Jodi wormed past the other two and hugged me.
'You found the chicken,' she said as she snuggled up to me.
'And the salad, thank you angel of mine.' We kissed, a brief peck, no more. 'Thank you for this, for today. Kell needed it.'
'That's okay,' she replied.
'You didn't have to do it. Did you invite Amber?'
'No, well sort of. She rang earlier to find out how the living arrangements were workin' out. Then she obviously invited herself.' We laughed and I savoured the warmth of her body against mine. Surrounded by all this female beauty I was horny. 'And I'm sure that you're sooo disappointed.' I laughed and avoided replying.
We ate and the women swapped from cocktails to white wine. The food seemed to take the drunken edge from Kelly and Jodi and I found myself more listening to the conversation than joining in. After three cocktails I was on my fourth vodka and had found that serene buzz. The sun had set so I lit the citronella lamps then went inside to dim the lights. Both Amber and I were catching up to the state of mind of Kelly and Jodi.
'Hey partygoers, let's hit the pool, my asscrack is sweating!' Amber laughed loudly at her own crass humour. She pushed her chair back and stood up. Jodi followed at once and with a smile I stood too. As she walked through the balcony door into the house, Amber pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down and dropped it around her feet. Apart from her sandals and a skimpy pair of tight black high cut panties, she was naked. Her breasts swayed and I caught my breath, then caught myself about to look at Kelly, and instead looked at Jodi. She was looking at me and shaking her head she grabbed Amber's hand and dragged her inside.
'Well, I can see why you like hanging around Jodi,' Kelly said and there was a hint of bitterness.
'She's nothing like Amber...'
'Maybe not, but her friends are party animals? Lots of fresh young skin on view?'
'Kell,' I protested, 'Jodi came here as a housekeeper and babysitter, none of this would've happened had you not bailed without so much of a hint that something was wrong.'
'I used to bring other women into our bed sometimes,' she began, 'wasn't there enough fun and unpredictability in our relationship that you could've waited?' I sensed she was about to cry, but I wanted to know more.
'For how long was I supposed to wait, huh? A month, a year...fuck it was over fourteen months Kell. You coulda been dead for all I knew. I was fucked. My job was on the line, I was fuckin' runnin' in circles trying to work, be a dad, a real dad that is, and wondering all the time; "where is she, what did I do, why did she leave?" Why did you leave? Huh?'
'I needed time...' she trailed away.
'I understand that. But why did you tell me you would come back, but not manage a call to tell us when?' I coulda waited if I'd known. For all I knew you mighta been in some fuckin' Sheik's harem.'
'I'm sorry.' A tear ran down her cheek.
'Me too,' I offered, my tone softer now. She looked at me and I smiled. 'I loved you, I loved our life. I think if you'd said a year or two, given me time to get things sorted, I could've, would've waited. But you...' I left the rest unsaid. I watched her and decided that this wasn't the way the night should end for her.
'C'mon Kelly, you're not goin' to let Amber's outrageous behaviour win the night are you?'
'Fuck no!' she replied and jumped up. 'You wanna undress me?' There was an undercurrent in her invitation that both excited and threatened me.
'Nah, you can do that yourself. Or ask Amber,' I smiled and quickly walked inside. Amber and Jodi flounced out of our bedroom in the skimpiest of bikinis.
'Oh, you've dressed like Mormons,' I joked.
'Yeah, I'm worried what your wife...oops, ex wife might think.'
'Sure Amber,' I laughed. 'She already thinks you're a...what did she say?'
'A harlot?' Jodi interjected.
'If I knew what that was I'd probably be offended,' Amber quipped. 'But I don't understan' ol' people speak,' and then she led Jodi down the stairs. I detoured to the bathroom, changed and scampered downstairs after grabbing a new bottle of vodka and a bucket of ice. Amber and Jodi were taking turns in leaping into the pool, trying to somersault and backflip, mostly without success. I slipped into the p
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We took turns in swigging from the bottle then Kelly appeared. Her hair was down and she was wearing a red bikini that I hadn't seen before. Her breasts pushed against the material enclosing them and the cut of the bottoms showed that she was keeping neat down there. Amber wolf-whistled her as she slipped into the water.
'Kell, you've got a great rack.'
'Amber!' I groaned.
'What?' she protested. 'What's with this sudden puritan act? You've had your cock in all our mouths, but suddenly the words that come from mine offend?' I felt my head clear at that and saw the look that Kelly shot at me.
'It doesn't matter Dave,' Amber continued. 'Sure, Kelly's your ex, but you didn't leave her, she left you. I mean she's a hottie and by all accounts a naughty little minx, so why should it surprise her to find that she was replaced by naughty girls?' I grasped then that Amberley was deliberately pushing the boundaries. It was all part of her protective role with Jodi, to prod me and provoke Kelly to make sure that my motives with Jodi weren't in fact those of some middle aged letch. Not that I felt I was middle aged. Yet.
'Yeah, you're right Amber,' I smiled. 'Part of me wants to protect Kell from...well actually I dunno what from.' I looked at Kelly and then Jodi. 'It's not my role in one way, but in another...'
'Thass right, your role is to protect Jodes. If you can't do that I'll take her from you.' Amber's back was to Jodi and Kelly but she faced me. If her tone was light, the expression on her face wasn't. I wasn't convinced that she could sway Jodi away from me like she threatened, but I also knew that I didn't need, or want her as an enemy.
'I will.' I replied. With an almost imperceptible nod of her head the brunette Goddess turned her back to me. I caught the change in her expression from grim threat to no-care-in-the-world party girl and took a deep breath. It wasn't as simple as Amber made out, the children at Bill and Irene's ensured that, but at one level she was right. If I wanted Jodi to be a part of my future, she had to be my priority.
'C'mon Kelly,' Amber called, grabbing the vodka. 'Show us ya' garglin' skills.' Kelly took a deep shot, followed by Amber and Jodi declined.
'So what the fuck did he tell you?' Kelly asked Amber, pointedly ignoring my presence.
'Only if you tell me what you really thought about my dress?'
'What's this, truth or dare?' Kelly laughed.
'Sure, why not?' Amber pointed at Kelly. 'Truth or dare?'
'Oh God,' Jodi groaned and swam over to me. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.
'Have I been giving too much attention to Kell's feelings?' I whispered.
'Maybe,' she shrugged, her breasts pushing against my ribs. 'But I know it's not that easy, with the kids an' all.'
'I love you, and only you.' I offered, looking into her eyes.
'Truth!' Kelly answered after another swig.
'Why'd you leave?' I opened my mouth to protest when Jodi kissed me, slipping her tongue past my lips. I responded and felt my body rise to the occasion.
'Pass,' Kelly muttered.
'Okay,' Amber offered lightly. 'Then it's an automatic dare and I dare you to get that rack of yours into the night air.' Kelly looked a little shocked then shook her head and reached back to release the catch on her bikini top. Her nipples weren't hard, but I remembered the feel of them under my hands and tongue with some fondness.
'Your turn Miss Nice Tits.'
'Jodi,' Kelly called, 'truth or dare?'
'Dare,' Jodi shot back, slipping from under my arm.
'Easy one for you little Miss Goody Two Shoes,' Kelly giggled. 'Let's watch you make out with Mister Straight.' Jodi grinned and swam back to me, catching me by surprise by heaving herself upwards and wrapping her legs around my hips. I caught her, a task made easier by the water supporting us both and her hands cupped my face as we kissed. Our tongues touched tentatively, then began to swirl with increasing urgency as the kiss was prolonged. My cock hardened, thankfully out of anyone's line of sight below the waterline in the dark.
'Yeah, yeah, that's enough,' Kelly broke in. I heard that same slightly breathless tone that she would get after watching me fuck one of our playmates.
'Dave, truth or dare?' Jodi had slipped down my body, pressing her belly against my protrusion, then swam to the steps.
'Hmm,' I mused. 'Dare.'
'Nude up,' she said.
'What?' She knew that I had a hard on and she dared me to nude up?
'You heard me, nude up or you lose.'
'Yeah,' butted in Amber, 'and losers have to get out of the pool and go to bed. Or somethin' lame.'
'Okay,' I shrugged, and pulled my shorts off. My erection was subsiding a little, and in the dark it was invisible anyway.
'Okay Amber,' I said, 'your turn'
'Truth.'
'Really?' I asked surprised.
'Yeah, like I want you letchin' at my tits.'
I laughed, Jodi snorted and Kelly smiled in amusement.
'Okay Amber,' I continued on,' if you were to have sex with one of us tonight, who would it be and why?'
'Oh Dave,' she offered, the condescension strong in her voice. 'It'd be your ex cos I know she likes to eat pussy.'
'Dave!' Kelly finally looked shocked, realising that I had indeed told Amber stories.
'Fair enough,' I pointedly ignored Kelly.
'Dave?' I was naked, semi erect, drunk, very horny and wanted something to happen.
'Dare,' I said.
'I want you to kiss Kell.' My euphoria evaporated at that. I looked at Jodi and she was laughing.
'Nah...' I replied, ignoring Kelly.
'What?' It was Jodi that cut in.
'Nah, don't think that's such a good idea.' At my repeated refusal Jodi turned and stormed from the pool.
'Oops,' Amber offered with a smile that said otherwise.
'Fuck!' I waded across the pool and called out to Jodi but the sliding door crashed closed in response. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my naked torso and headed inside after her, but with her head start I didn't catch up until we were in the bedroom.
'What the fuck's up?' I asked angrily.
'You mean you don't fuckin' know?' Jodi's face was flushed with her anger.
'No I fuckin' don't? Call me stupid if you want, but I have no fuckin' idea...'
'If you're over her, then why the fuck would you refuse to kiss her? It's a fuckin' game...'
'It might be a game Jodes,' I interrupted. 'But its Kelly, my ex and she lives here and I don't know if at the end of the day she's hopin' to get between us and get me back.'
'And has she got a chance of doing that?' Jodi's tone had softened now and she stared at me as she peeled her bikini off. Despite the anger and confusion I felt I felt a stab of lust as her small but firm breasts flounced into their freedom and her neatly shaved pubic patch appeared.
'None at all,' I replied. My cock began to swell and I dropped the towel to let her know that I wanted her.
'No Dave, not now.' Jodi held up her hand and I stayed like an obedient puppy. 'Deny that you have any feelings for her.'
'I can't,' I said after a moment's hesitation.
'Good!' she smiled. 'Cos if you did you'd be lying. Now tell me you don't want to be back with her.'
'Of course I don't,' I snorted. I was fully erect and Jody stepped forward and took me in her small hand.
'Good,' she murmured, kissing me on the mouth as her hand stroked me. 'Then do the right thing and go downstairs and party on. I'm stuffed, I can't drink like Kelly -- Christ she can drink! We started just after lunch you know.' She released me at that and looked me in the eye. 'Go downstairs, have fun with those two -- to a point -- then come back up. Please?'
'Why..?' I trailed off.
'I need to know I can go to sleep and trust you Dave. It's really that simple. Downstairs is your ex who left you, and my friend who you so have the hots for...' she laughed and waved off my feeble protest. 'If you can resist those two without me being around, then I know I can trust you. And I'm so drunk I'm stuffed!' At that she turned her back on me and walked into the bathroom to dry off. I stood there, indecisive as my erection wilted. I looked through the glass wall as Jodi dried her hair and our eyes met and she smiled. She trusted me, I understood that then. I trusted me too, so with a smile and a shrug I turned and walked back downstairs.
As I entered the pool area I saw that Amber and Kelly were in deep conversation. The look on Amber's face was more serious than I had ever seen her, but when she saw me she smiled and pushed away from the wall where she had been standing beside Kelly.
'Christ, that was a quickie if there ever was one,' she exclaimed, her eyes dropping to my mostly limp member.
'You know what us middle aged letches are like,' I quipped, affecting as much nonchalance as I could as I slipped naked back into the pool.
'So sad,' she sighed with a theatrical shake of her head. 'No wonder you left Kell, I can't blame you!' Kelly laughed and in a moment the tone of the evening was light again. We each took a shot of vodka through a mouthful of ice cubes, then another and the buzz was back.
'Do I need to go and talk to the girl?' Amber asked.
'Nah,' I shook my head. 'She told me she needs some sleep; you know how she can't hold her alcohol, and Kell forced the poor girl to drink and drink all afternoon.'
'If you say so,' Amber replied cocking her head slightly at me. I nodded to indicate that it was alright and she swung back around to Kelly.
'So when are you going to tell us why you left?' Amber's question was abrupt and for a moment I felt like interceding on Kelly's behalf. Except that I too wanted to know the answer to that question.
'You're a pushy bitch aren't you?' Kelly tried to laugh off the question and turned to me.
'You've no idea, ask him how many times I've given him the chance to fuck me.' I wondered if Amber was trying to drive a wedge between Jodi and me with such comments, or to let Kelly know that I had plenty of opportunities to move on from her.
'Ten, thirty, a hundred. I've lost count,' I smiled. 'But you know me Kell, I'm a one woman man.'
Kelly smiled at that.
'Really Dave?' Amberley cut in. 'I believe you and Kelly used to have some debauched threesomes every other month or so?'
'Dave!' Kelly looked a little shocked.
'I was drunk, they made me talk,' I shrugged. 'Truth or dare has rules you know,' I sniggered.
'Yeah it does!' Amber retorted. 'And where were we with that game. That's right, you piked out on kissin' Kell, so you lose,' she added.
'Maybe he deserves another chance,' Kelly offered. She looked at me as she spoke and I felt as though Jodi and I had just received her approval.
'Yeah alrighty,' Amber quipped. 'So mister, truth or dare?'
'You really wanna keep playin' this?' I laughed.
'Answer me or be spanked for losing.'
'I thought the loser had to go to bed?' I complained.
'Nah, not now that I know that little vixen of yours is up there, probably naked and passed out and you want to take advantage of her.'
'Okay, okay,' I protested. 'Dare.'
'Kiss Kell,' she said. Her tone was flat, a true dare if there ever was one.
'What's in a kiss?' I asked and waded to Kelly. As I did my ex wife stood up, the water cascading down from her shoulders and running in rivulets across her chest and dripping off her nipples. Our mouths met and I found myself thrusting my tongue into her mouth. It was strangely non sexual, despite my nakedness and the sensation of her breasts mashed against my chest. I didn't get hard and somehow that gave me a sense of power.
'Your turn,' Amber said. She smiled at me and somehow I knew that I had won her trust too.
'Well Kell,' I turned back to my ex. 'Truth or dare?'
'Dare,' she said, 'you all ask me the same question otherwise.'
'Give us a strip,' I said, indicating the side of the pool. She smirked at me and over the next two minutes swung her breasts, her hair and pushed her hips at us, sliding her bikini bottoms down to reveal the smallest of landing strips and bare pussy lips. I heard Amber gasp behind me and smiled to myself. The MILF was winning the war of sensuality tonight.
'Amber, truth or dare?
'I don't want you knowin' my secrets, so dare.'
'Kiss Dave,' she smiled.
'Christ, what a revolting dare,' Amber complained, then swam to me. I moved back until my butt rested on the bottom step in the corner of the pool. As soon as Amber slid her body up mine and our mouths met, I felt myself harden. Amber felt it too and pushed her hips against my growing erection as her tongue slid sensuously against mine. Her breasts pushed against my chest and she used small movements of her shoulders to rub them across me. I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her too me, pushing my growing erection against her.
'Time's up,' Kelly interrupted.
'Thank God,' Amber said, pulling away from me. 'Didn't know how long I could put up with that.'
'Ha ha,' I mocked her.
'So Kelly, truth or dare?'
'Dare,' Kelly shrugged.
'I think you should slip up out of the pool and play with yourself while we watch.' I swallowed and remained silent, surprised and yet not as I watched my ex do as she was dared. She got comfortable and she spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing her pussy to us. Then she slipped her hand down and began to stroke her clitoris, which seemed to emerge from its little hood in a rapid response to her touch. Unabashed, Amber waded over to squat in the water at eye level to Kelly's performance. I watched and this time I did harden as Kelly parted her lips, then slid one finger, then another into herself. I glanced up at her eyes and found her to be staring intently at Amber's face. Amber in turn was watching unblinking at Kelly's hand as though there was to be an exam later.
After a couple of minutes I coughed and announced time was up. I only did so because I had ideas of what I wanted to direct the next chance I got.
'Truth or dare Dave,' Kelly asked as she slipped back into the pool's welcoming embrace.
'Truth,' I replied.
'Tell me what you were thinking while you were watching me then?'
'I was thinking how hot it would be if Amber was to go down on you.' I looked from Kelly to Amber, with the latter looking away from my gaze.
'Fair enough,' Kelly responded. The breathless sound was back. It wasn't me she wanted, I knew that now.
'Amber, truth or dare?'
'You know me Dave,' she replied with a cheeky grin that didn't quite convince me. 'Dare.'
'Go down on Kelly,' I said.
Kelly didn't wait nor was there any protest about double dares. She pushed herself out of the pool again, spreading her legs as she had before. The little light went off in my head, but the idea behind it was squashed as Amberley pushed her hair into a wet ponytail and closed the gap to place her mouth over my ex's pussy. I saw their lips connect, saw Amber's mouth open and imagined her tongue snaking into Kelly's pussy. I was hard again and ran my eyes over the two women, noting Kelly's nipples were now rock hard, despite the warmth in the tropical air. Kelly gasped and squirmed at Amber's oral contact, and I realised that the boundary had been crossed. It was time for me to leave; there was nothing left that I could do in this game that would do other than get me in trouble.
I stepped from the pool with my hard on dripping water and bobbing before me. I grabbed a towel and patted myself mostly dry before heading inside, bounding up the stairs two at a time. I brushed my teeth, ensured I was properly dry and slipped into the bed, naked, beside Jodi's naked form. She moved as I settled, rolling over and asking me what was going on. She was half asleep.
'I'm horny as hell babe,' I whispered.
'Why?' I told her what had happened, moving closer to her so that my erection pushed against her stomach.
'I haven't been able to get to sleep properly,' she confessed. 'I kept wondering what was going on down there.'
At once I reached over and pulled her to me, pushing her onto her back and rolling myself onto her. Her mouth was hungry as we kissed, and she tilted her head back as I sought out her neck, her throat and then down onto her small pointed nipples. Jodi moaned as I twirled them with my tongue and between my lips. I pushed her thighs apart and entered her, delighted to find her pussy wet and welcoming me as I slid into her. There's nothing like that first entry, a sensuous wet embrace that promises nothing but increasing pleasure leading to a final ecstasy. We thrust together then she squirmed out from under me.
'Quick!' she exclaimed, grabbing my hand. I wanted to protest when she jumped from the bed and dragged me, unwillingly, into the kitchen area. We almost ran out onto the balcony and looked down at pool. Jodi leaned over, thrusting her hips back and spreading her legs so that the thin, partly gaping slit of her pussy beckoned me. I grabbed her hips and slid into her, holding myself fully inside her. Then I looked down over her shoulder, but was disappointed to find the pool empty. The water was almost still, which meant that the women had been gone from some time. I began to thrust into Jodi's slim form, wanting the feeling to last for ever but wanting to cum at the same time.
Again Jodi broke away from my grasp. She kissed me, took hold of my cock and led me inside towards the bedroom. But this time, she turned left and we headed down the stairs. About two thirds of the way down she looked at me and held a finger over her mouth, warning me to be silent. I heard them then, in the spare room. Amber's gasping was almost panicky in its urgency, a guttural gasp that sounded part disbelief and part begging for mercy. Jodi forced me down onto the stairs and then straddled me, her back to me and impaled herself on my cock. Her legs were spread side outside mine and I watched as the muscles in her back responded to her up and down motions.
I heard Amber cum then, a desperate release of energy and passion and I forced my mind away from the mental image of Kelly naked between her legs, and instead thought about next week's work. I had several clients to interview and updates on three major portfolios to review. It helped and my climax was delayed. I opened my eyes and almost jumped to see Kelly standing naked at the bottom of the stairs watching us. Were we that loud? Jodi was watching her, and when Kelly held out her hand Jodi slipped up from me and walked down towards her.
Startled I remained fixated to the spot until Jodi turned at the bottom of the stairs and looked at me. She beckoned, but when I hesitated she smiled at me.
'I'm not drunk any more Dave,' she said out loud. My heart skipped a beat and I stood, conscious of my erection glistening in the moonlight spilling through the windows. I followed the two women into the bedroom that was illuminated only by the light of the streetlight. Amber was resting against the bed head, naked and a goddess in every sense of the word. The hair tie was gone; her hair was spread around her head and shoulders like a halo. There was a faint sheen of sweat across her chest and her breasts heaved as she sucked in air, recovering from her orgasm. My eyes were drawn to the parted lips of her sex. They were red and wet, and I had to admit to myself; inviting.
Jodi paused at the side of the bed so I moved close behind her, enjoying the sensation as she pushed back against me, so I slid my arms around her tiny waist. I lowered my head and kissed her shoulder and she tilted her head to the side to grant me access to her slender neck, which I nibbled and kissed. I glanced at her face and saw that she was staring at Amber with an intensity that startled me a little. Looking back at Amber I could see the corners of her mouth slightly crinkled from the knowing smile fixed on her pretty mouth as she met Jodi's stare.
Kelly slid onto the bed and went to slip between Amber's legs, a movement that broke the tension between Amber and Jodi as Amber gasped and tried to close her legs.
'Not yet,' she laughed and grabbed Kelly's hair, forcing her upwards so that their mouths met in an open and salacious kiss. A small noise of lust escaped me at the sight and Jodi looked over at me with a faint smile. I shrugged as if to say "can you blame me," then leaned over her shoulder to kiss her. She responded with passion and I pushed her forward onto the bed so that she had to reach out and stop herself falling. I pushed her pert bottom forward and she moved to kneel beside the entangled octopus limbs of Amber and Kelly and I moved into position behind her. I parted her butt cheeks and saw the glistening opening of her sex and immediately pushed my erection into her.
I must've pushed harder than I intended as she yelped and looked back over her shoulder at me. Kelly broke away from Amber at that point, sitting up and looking at me as I thrust into my girlfriend. A sense of déjà vu swept me as Kelly leaned over Jodi and ran her hand from Jodi's shoulder blades to the base of her spine. It was something she had done when our bed had been shared by various playmates. "Stroking our pet," she had called it and it both excited and angered me. Jodi wasn't the pet, if anything Kelly was, called into the triangle that was Amber, Jodi and me.
Then she knelt, bringing her face to mine and I turned my head so that her lips contacted my cheek instead of my mouth. Kelly didn't falter; instead her mouth ran lower across my neck and chest, licking my nipples. I looked down; wanting to watch as her hands parted Jodi's clenching butt cheeks to watch my shaft sliding in and out of Jodi's pussy. I knew what was coming next and decided not to resist it. It was Amber's hungry gaze that burnt into my eyes that convinced me to let Kelly take the next step. As I pulled backwards Kelly pushed with delicate force against my abdomen and at once I was free of Jodi's hot embrace. Before Jodi could react Kelly had jammed her face against the rump of our former babysitter and I knew that her tongue was jammed into Jodi's pussy. Jodi gasped and then stopped moving, wanting the exquisite expertise of my ex-wife's tongue to continue.
I stepped from the bed, walked around to the side Amber was on and paused with my knees touching the bed. I raised my eyebrows at Amber who responded by parting her legs, opening her sex to me. As I moved onto the bed her mouth opened a little and she lifted her arms to bring me into her embrace. Jodi was whimpering in pleasure in a way that I had never experienced before and I couldn't help but look at her. I had been reluctant to in case she expressed disappointment at me wanting Amber, but instead her glazed eyes stared back at me unseeing.
'Oh Kell, oh God, oh Kell,' she was whispering in a breathless whisper. Kelly's eyes burned from above Jodi's buttocks, not looking at me but at the back of Jodi's head as the younger woman shook in response to Kelly's tongue lashing. Then Amber's hands found my cheeks, drawing my face to hers and my body onto, and into her. She parted against my probing with the barest of resistance and I found myself sliding into the body of the most beautiful woman I had ever met in person. It was the conscious thought of my lust filled brain as I pushed into her and our mouths met. It is a thought that still gives me pangs of guilt, but I can't deny that it happened.
Amber's tongue invaded my mouth with a hunger that almost made me cum on the spot. I forced my thoughts from those that betrayed Jodi and back to work, to the spreadsheets that I was going to have to prepare on Monday and Tuesday and whether I could make the poor returns of the clients' fund look better than they were. I broke away from her kiss, pushed myself up on my arms, tensed my body and began to slam into the exquisite model beneath me. I needed control so I took it. Amber began to whimper and tried to rotate her hips beneath me but I gave no quarter. Each forward thrust elicited a whimper and made me feel in control and gave me increased power. Amber's orgasm caught me unawares, her body twisting and tensing under me. I sank myself into her, lowered more weight onto her and let her thrash without losing me. I don't know if it was a direct result of Amber's climax, but I heard Jodi yelp and then she was cumming too. I turned to look at Jodi and saw her fighting to get away from Kelly's mouth, but Kelly had grabbed her hips and forced Jodi to ride out her climax.
'No more, no more!" Jodi finally yelped and with a twist broke Kelly's hold and flopped onto her back panting. I began to move inside Amber again, fully intending to finish inside her if I could. Amber grabbed my head and pulled it down over her shoulder so that she was breathing heavily into my ear.
'C'mon Dave, make me cum again!' I needed no further encouragement and began to thrust into her still very wet pussy. Amber had manoeuvred so that she could now roll her hips under me and I slowed my previous assault both to let her stimulate herself, but also so that I could draw out my own pleasure. Her body was warm under mine and her breasts pushed against my chest. Amber turned her head and began to lick and nibble my neck and her hot breath on my skin sent ripples of desire through me. I felt movement on the bed beside me and from then Kelly was kneeling next to me, facing the wall. I lifted my head and saw Jodi kneeling behind Kelly from where she appeared to be thrusting her fingers in and out of my ex's pussy.
'That's it Dave, keep goin' I'm gunna...' Amber's words trailed away and I felt the tension in her body again. I was tempted to try and speed up to cum with her but felt that I wanted more. With so much flesh on display I was feeling greedy. And greed is good, isn't it? Amber came with a cry, her legs trembling as she tried to wrap them around my thighs and lock me in place.
Jodi looked over at Amber's yelp, saw me looking at her and motioned for me to join her. I hesitated for a moment, but then Amber scratched my chest and it was my turn to yelp and pull away. I found myself pushed backwards and Amber squirmed away from me against the bed head, knees drawn up protectively against any further assault I might be planning.
'Fuck her for me Dave.' It was Jodi talking, looking from me to Kelly and I knew that she really wanted to watch this. But I didn't want to do it, at least until Kelly started to protest. At that point I grabbed her hair with one hand, pushed her onto all fours with the other and slid behind her. She fought for a moment, until I twisted her hair with a force driven by the subconscious resentment I still felt at not knowing why she had left me.
'Ow, Dave!' she yelled. But I remained silent as I manoeuvred behind her and without asking simply thrust myself into her. Her pussy was wet, but the light bulb that had illuminated earlier in the pool told me it wasn't in expectation of my penetration. But the hardness in my cock was because I wanted to fuck her one last time, to punish her for leaving without reason, without warning and most of all without seeming to care about her family. So I slammed into her, hearing her yelp as I bottomed out in her pussy. I looked at Amber and Jodi, now sitting shoulder to should and saw the expression of shock on my girlfriend and of amusement of Amber.
I slowed my pace and began to enjoy the sex instead of resenting my ex. Jodi moved then, kneeling beside me and her mouth was on mine. I relaxed fully then, kissing her, looking into her eyes and seeing her lust re-kindling.
'Fuck the bitch,' she whispered into my ear and we kissed again. It started then, deep in my balls and I growled as I felt the pleasure surge through me. Kelly recognised the symptoms, despite the time that had passed, and suddenly pulled off me and turned towards me. I held still as her mouth closed over me, then let go the months of anger and resentment. It was good, Jodi's body pressed against mine as I filled my ex-wife's mouth to overflowing with cum. She didn't swallow it, she rarely had, and instead it spilled over the bed. My mind was blocked from any thought other than the pleasure of my release, then I found Amber beside me on the other side from Jodi and I kissed her as well. She stroked my face, and then Kelly fell back against the pillows as Jodi took my hand and led me from the room. We returned in silence to our room, closing the door. I spooned Jodi, my head awash with the pleasure of Jodi's body, the exquisiteness of Amber and my resentment at Kelly.
'Why'd you want me to do it?' I murmured in the darkness.
'I wanted to push you,' she murmured in reply.
'But I said no, I didn't want to be involved, you kept at it. That's not fair.'
'Actually, it was probably me that I wanted to push. I want, wanted to prove to myself that I can handle you being around her.'
'And?'
'I'm down with it.'
The next morning I was surprised to find Amber in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
'Hey, where'd you sleep?'
'With your ex,' she shot back with her usual tone of smug self satisfaction.
'You mean...?'
'Uh huh, you didn't come close to making her night finish on a high note apparently, so I had to do that.'
'Do what?' Jodi appeared behind me, pulling one of my tee shirts over her naked body. I noted the way her small firm breasts swayed as she walked and smiled my approval.
'Make Kelly cum,' Amber explained, flipping bacon rashers.
'You mean...'
'Yes party poopers, after you and old man here went to sleep Kell and I fucked some more.'
'Amber!' Jodi scolded.
'Well we did.'
'Where is Kell?' I asked as we sat down to eat. In the cold light of morning I was feeling a little sheepish at the way I had treated her the previous night. But only a little.
'She's headed out for the day. Said to tell you that she'd pick up the kids and be back for dinner.'
'Okay,' I said and glanced at Jodi. She was looking at her plate and wolfing down the bacon and eggs.
'Can I ask you guys something about us?' Amber enquired.
'Sure,' Jodi replied with a frown, looking up from her breakfast.
'How would you feel if I like, asked, um, asked Kell to come live with, well at my place for a while?'
'What!?' Jodi looked shocked. I figured I'd missed something and was about to voice my approval when light bulb went off in my head again.
'You mean...?'
'Yeah, I fancy your ex and well...I thought it'd help you guys out a bit. I think I can get her a job too...At the agency, we desperately need some help in the office.' Amber offered the employment bait without much conviction.
'Does Kelly know?'
'What, that she's a dyke?' Amber laughed, and then stopped abruptly as she looked at me. 'You mean last night when you had to rape her to have sex that wasn't enough to make you realise why she left?'
'I didn't rape...'
'Yes you did,' they both exclaimed in unison. 'You ever look at me like that and it'll be the last time you see me,' Jodi laughed.
'You were an animal! Amber exclaimed. 'You're a good fuck though,' she said with a smile, deliberately not looking at Jodi.
'Amber!' Jodi snapped.
'Well I am aren't I?' I laughed, trying to ease the tension.
'And you're my good fuck,' Jodi retorted.
'Look, um, back to Kelly,' I wanted to steer the conversation back to Amber's explosive comment. 'Did she tell you she's gay?'
'Gay!?' Amber snorted. 'There's an ol' timer's word for ya!' She laughed at me, then shook her head. 'Not exactly, but after you got us snogging in the pool and then left she asked if I wanted to spend the night with her. I figured you weren't available yet again, and Jodes was hiding from me, so I thought she'd do. And she did.'
We finished breakfast in silence, for which I was grateful as I was lost in my own thoughts. The sexual adventures I had experienced with Kelly made sense now. It was never about her satisfying my male desires, but for her to live out her sexuality. I was still full of questions I wanted to ask her; when had she come to the realisation, before we were married or sometime after? Why hadn't she told me?
I looked up from the table as Jodi placed her hand on my shoulder.
'Its okay babe,' she said bending down to kiss my cheek. 'I doubt it was you that turned her gay.' She grinned as she used my choice of words. I looked up at her, grateful for her insight and our mouths met. 'Amber will get the truth out of her and then in time you'll know all the answers. In the meantime...' she poked herself in the chest, making her nipples briefly appear through the thin cotton.
'So we have a whole day to ourselves,' I smiled.
'Yeah, yeah, I'll make myself scarce,' Amber groaned. 'Unless you two want me to join you?'
'Next time Amber,' I shot back before Jodes could answer. 'You're not that much of a challenge in the sack, I think I'll stick with my hottie here.' I snaked an arm around Jodi's waist and was rewarded with her leaning comfortably against me.
'Ho ho,' Amber laughed. I stood as she came over to us, and her hug was close and warm as always, but the sexual predator in me remained asleep. It roused a little as she stroked Jodi's cheek intimately, making my girlfriend blush a little. They kissed, their lips lingering and I realised that they hadn't been intimate the night before.
'Next time Jodes,' Amber whispered, and then she was gone down the stairs. Jodi's nipples protruded and she blushed deeper when she saw me looking at them.
'So there's gunna be a next time?' I asked. Jodi blushed even deeper when I smiled at the lack of response.
'Its okay,' I laughed, 'she's hot.' Jodi scowled and pushed me in the chest, so I scooped her into my arms, marveling at her lightness and took her into the bedroom. I thought I heard the door downstairs shut as Amber left, but it really didn't matter. I was with the woman I wanted.
'I will,' said Jodi as I dropped her onto the bed.
'Will what?' I asked.
'Marry you.'
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*El Secreto de Tora*
*Advertencia: Es necesario haberse leído los anteriores capítulos para comprender este. ¡¡Feliz Lectura!!*
*Advertencia (y II): Esta historia contiene una escena Yiff (Ya tocaba) y relaciones M/M (Como las chocolatinas pero con /) por lo que si a) Aún no conoces a Tora y Bryce b) Te has equivocado de historia (Puede ocurrir) c) No quieres que consoliden su relación y tengan hijos... Psicológicos d) No te va la homosexualidad, mírate el "Main Menu" donde encontrarás otras secciones quizás mas interesantes adecuado a tus gustos.*
Está lloviendo.
"A pesar de que solo recuerdo lo de hace 9 meses, empiezo a entender mucho mas este mundo. Cuando vine en metro, aquella cabra me miró de mala forma, y yo no lo comprendí, pero ahora si que lo entiendo. Me pregunto si todos ellos pasaran por la misma situación, sintiéndose raros, sucios, y echándonos la culpa por todo lo que les ocurre, pero si lo pienso mejor, es normal... Al fin y al cabo, nunca nos pidieron que fueran creados.*
*Aunque yo mantengo la fuerte idea de que desde entonces ya no son creaciones, si no ellos mismos, pero son muy cerrados de mente.*
*La lluvia exterior parece que no piensa lo mismo.*
*Esta noche hago las maletas."
*Capítulo 7: El (Posible( Final*
Bryce bebió un poco de té, y sentado en el sofá, miró por la ventana. Desde hacía dos horas que no paraba de llover, y los nubarrones tapaban cualquier rayo de sol, sometiendo a la ciudad oriental a una constante y parcial oscuridad, de ambiente grisáceo y triste. Con la espalda inclinada hacia adelante, la sombra se alargaba a través del sofá hasta llegar al mueble de la cocina, y su pelo, suelto ahora, se repartía a lo largo de su espalda.
El muchacho apagó la televisión y se incorporó un momento. Luego, dejó el té en la cocina, y se apoyó en el mueble, pensativo. Tres meses, y lo que había llegado a cambiar. Y pensar que cuando llegó allí, era un chico tímido... Tímido y por muchas razones. Y eran esas razones las que hacían que al lado de Tora se sintiera mucho mejor. Tora...
Recordó rápidamente lo que hacía unas semanas le había dicho Shinke acerca del pasado del tigre: Un antiguo amor, un lobo azul. La verdad es que aquellas palabras le hacían temblar de nerviosismo, y era como si procuraran activar algo en su cabeza, alguna función bloqueada, alguna información.
Se dio la vuelta y se agachó ante el mueble-bar para coger el medicamento que solía tomar y se tragó una pastilla. En el momento en que lo depositó, le vino a la cabeza una posible forma de averiguar el porqué le estaba dando tantas vueltas a aquellas misteriosas y extrañas palabras, pues de Tora no sabía prácticamente nada de su vida anterior a que se conocieran: Un album de fotos. Se levantó, y empezó a rebuscar con la mirada. ¿En que mueble tenía Tora las fotos?
"A lo mejor en su habitación..."
Cuidando de no hacer demasiado ruido, comenzó a caminar lenta y pausadamente en dirección al pasillo que llevaba al dormitorio del tigre, y en cuanto llegó, abrió con sumo silencio. El interior de la habitación se encontraba en una total oscuridad, seguramente a causa del mal tiempo y de tener la persiana bajada, aunque aquella atmósfera no hacía sino recordar la situación moral en la que se encontraba su compañero: Depresivo.
Cuando Tora se enteró de que Shinke había decidido romper el grupo, el tigre solamente calló. Dirigió una mirada última al grifo en cuanto lo vio en la universidad, y desde entonces, no habían hablado entre ellos. Sin embargo, el tigre había entrado en un estadio depresivo, tal y como se había temido, y Bryce no había tenido otra opción que recurrir a Odayaka, aunque este ya le dijo que a pesar de sus esfuerzos, Tora no quería escuchar a nadie.
Se habían juntado tantos problemas que ahora no podían salir de ellos.
El muchacho entró con cuidado en la habitación, procurando acaparar con la mirada el máximo rango posible a pesar de la oscuridad, y elegir los muebles adecuados a buscar. Si no eran esos, es que directamente debía abandonar, porque si el tigre le pillaba escudriñando por ahí, se podía armar la gorda.
Se dirigió a las mesitas de noche, y empezó a buscar en los cajones, pero no logró encontrar absolutamente nada. Bajo la cama habían bastantes cajas, pero después de revisarlas, no había si no revistas varias y de todas las categorías. "Ahora ya se donde guardaba las porno" pensó divertido. Sin embargo, por dentro se sentía fatal, porque era entrometerse en la intimidad del tigre, aunque a decir verdad, había llegado el punto de que necesitaba saber en que mundo se estaba moviendo. Finalmente se incorporó, y buscó en el armario. Tras kilos de ropa, encontró un libro que aparentaba ser un álbum de fotos, y lo sacó del interior, cerrando las puertas tras él, y sentándose en el suelo. No se atrevía a salir, pues probablemente entre que lo hacía y cerraba la puerta, haría tanto ruido que el tigre se despertaría, por lo que era la mejor opción estar ahí, aunque tampoco tenía demasiada luz para poder determinar las fotos.
Abrió el libro con cuidado, y intentó forzar la vista para poder ver las imágenes. Por lo que lograba distinguir, solo eran fotos de él y de sus compañeros. Las continuó pasando, y pudo ver algunas mas, sobretodo a Baka de joven "Como ha cambiado" pensó. Sin embargo, no encontraba ninguna que le llamase la atención. ¿Donde estaba el lobo azul que la última vez le dijo Shinke?
Y entonces le encontró. Fué como si le iluminaran con un foco para que pudiera ver mejor; Bryce podía distinguir, con un fondo basado en un parque de atracciones, al tigre Tora y, cogiéndole por la espalda, a aquel que había mencionado el grifo.
Tal como se esperaba, se trataba de un lobo de pelaje azul marino, pero con algunas zonas mas claras como por ejemplo debajo del morro o tras las orejas puntiagudas que poseía. Su rostro parecía moldea ble, y en aquel momento, daba la sensación de ser el típico lobo pillín que había visto veces en los dibujos animados. Físicamente era alto, y tan fuertote y musculoso como Tora, pero aquello no era lo que mas le impresionaba a Bryce, si no mas bien que parecían ambas piezas de un mismo puzzle: Si cogía al lobo azul y lo cambiaba por otro, Tora cantaba un montón. Como si demostraran el cariño que había entre los dos desde hacía tiempo.
"Este lobo..." pasó un dedo por encima de la imagen, pensativo. "Lo recuerdo... Es... ¡Es el de mis sueños! ¡El que a veces aparece cuando sueño! El del accidente... El del padre suicida..."
¿Que haces?
Bryce dio un respingo al oír la voz del tigre, y alzó la vista al instante. Allí, enfrente suyo, estaba el tigre, de brazos cruzados, y con los boxers puestos. Con la oscuridad y la poca luminosidad que había, su mirada destacaba tal fiereza que, de no saber quien era, hubiera salido corriendo por patas.
Tora... Yo...
El tigre no respondió en ningún momento, si no que se lo quedó mirando fríamente, o eso le pareció al chico. Luego, al ver que se agachaba, el chico empezó a temblar, tragando saliva, imaginándose lo peor. ¿Que podía ocurrir si acababa de...?
Tranquilo.
Bryce se quedó en blanco al oír la voz del tigre. Este solamente le cogió dulcemente el álbum de fotos, y lo observó con sumo cuidado.
Yo... Lo siento mucho, Tora...
¿Porqué lo has cogido?
Por... Shinke me dijo que el equipo se formó gracias a un lobo azul que amabas y... Tenía una ligera sospecha... Y quería verlas para saber...
¿Para saber que?
Bryce se quedó sin habla, procurando encontrar una respuesta que le permitiera eludir al tigre y salir corriendo de ahí. El tiempo no jugó a su favor, y Tora le cogió inmediatamente de la barbilla, obligando le a mirar a los ojos.
Conmigo no te sirven los trucos de respuestas escaqueadoras. - dijo, lo que sorprendió al muchacho. ¿Como sabía que iba a hacer eso? Por un momento pensó que la metedura de pata había sido mas grande de lo que se esperaba.
Tora... Me haces daño. -suplicó. El tigre no hizo nada durante los siguientes tres segundos, pero mas tarde, le soltó, para acariciarle luego la mejilla.
Lo siento. -dijo. -Pero necesito que me digas para que venias a buscar las fotos y porqué. -explicó. Le lamió la cara con cuidado, procurando calmar al muchacho, y luego, añadió. -Ya te conté que hay cosas que no sabes... Y por ello, debo cuidar de ti, Bryce...
Cuidar de mí... ¿Por?
Eso... -el tigre se apartó de él, con el álbum de fotos cerrado en una de sus zarpas, y se sentó en la cama. -No puedo contártelo.
Ya...
Fuñé como sentir una gran explosión interior que no pudo controlar. El muchacho se levantó como pudo, pasando completamente de lo que en esos momento debía hacer: Disculparse. Miró con rabia a Tora, y acto seguido, se fué caminando hacia la puerta.
¿Adonde vas? -le preguntó Tora.
A cualquier lugar. Total, vaya donde vaya, nadie me contará nada, ¿no? -el tono de voz sonaba casi arrogante, pero al chico tampoco le importó. Cogió la puerta del dormitorio, la cerró de golpe tras suyo, y continuó avanzando hacia la entrada. Escuchó la puerta del dormitorio abrirse tras él, pero no miró: Cogió su chaqueta colgada en la percha, y justo cuando fue a coger el pomo, algo le cogió del brazo y le giró a lo bestia, impidiéndole frenar. Se encontró de repente besando a Tora.
Aquello le recordó que, a pesar de lo que acababa de intentar, no había forma de odiarle. Sabia por lo que estaba pasando, y seguramente a pesar de todo aquel lobo continuaba teniendo un lugar en su interior. Pero odiaba tener tantas piezas en las manos y que nadie le permitiese juntarlas. El beso, tan suplicante, le dejó casi sin aliento, y cuando se separaron, le miró a los ojos, buscando respuesta.
No me trates de esta forma, Bryce, no ahora.
El silencio abrumaba la casa, y solo el reloj resonaba por todos lados por su tic-tac. Bryce no sabia ni siquiera que responder, pero el tigre tenía toda la razón. No podía hacerle eso. Y abandonarle por cuestiones propias le podía hacer mucho daño. Acercó una mano a una de las orejas del tigre, y le rascó por detrás, haciendo que el tigre cerrara los ojos y apoyara la cabeza en su hombro.
En mis sueños... Veo ese lobo azul... -confesó el chico al final.
Supuse que llegaría el día en que me dirías eso... -contestó el otro. -En ese caso... dame un poco de tiempo... Y te lo contaré...
No terminó la frase en cuanto notó que el chico se acercaba poco a poco a él y que deslizaba los brazos por debajo de los suyos, pasando las yemas de los dedos sobre el suave pelaje de su cuerpo que tenía toda la parte de arriba al descubierto, y conduciéndolas hasta su espalda, donde finalmente se cruzaron y hicieron que el chico finalmente se quedara abrazado a él, apoyando su cabeza en su hombro, buscando algo de refugio.
Tora también hizo lo suyo, llevando al principio su morro hasta el pelo de Bryce, aspirando levemente, y luego abrazándolo con sus zarpas, procurando no hacerle ningún daño. Era aquellos momentos cuando mas se daba cuenta que su fuerza sin duda podría hacerle daño al muchacho si no procuraba ir con mucho cuidado, cuando se daba cuenta que Bryce era alguien un poco débil físicamente a quien debía proteger hasta que lograra curarle del todo, o hasta que lograra que fuera el de antes.
Notó de repente un cosquilleo en el cuello que le hizo estremecerse y cuya sensación recorrió toda su columna vertebral. Lanzó un suspiró leve y entreabrió los ojos, intentando averiguar que había sido: Se trataba del muchacho, que le estaba lamiendo el pelaje del cuello, y notaba como poco a poco iba subiendo. Sonrió levemente, pues le hacía mucha gracia: Había que reconocer que el muchacho lo hacía con bastante cariño y no le hacía ningún mal. Se dejó llevar, inclinando levemente la cabeza para que no tuviera problemas al respecto, y no se interpuso al respecto. Al contrario, le hacía muy feliz que por fin se tomara ese tipo de confianzas. A pesar de que eran novios, a veces Bryce se mostraba bastante distante, y situaciones tan privadas como aquellas eran un regalo.
De pronto notó como Bryce le lamía al principio la punta de la oreja, y luego le mordía suavemente, sin intención de hacerle ningún daño, mientras hacía un ruido seco, como un ligero. Se rió levemente al sentir aquello, y comprendió que lo único que estaba haciendo era intentar que jugara con él. Así pues, le lamió varias veces el cabello, y luego restregó su morro contra la cabeza del muchacho, haciendo que Bryce se riera durante un rato. El tigre sonrió y volvió a hacer lo mismo, esta vez en el cuello, y el chico se rió tanto que acabó cayendo al suelo sentado, con la espalda apoyada en la esquina sin parar de reir, lo que hizo que el tigre se arrodillara ante él para poderle tener mas de cerca.
Bryce le miró a los ojos en cuanto acabó de reir, y su sonrisa se convirtió de repente en una mueca de extrañeza. En el rostro del tigre había una expresión parecída a preocupación y al mismo tiempo cariño, lo que hizo que se sintiera bastante pequeño al lado suyo y que se acurrucara mas contra la esquina. El tigre avanzó un poco hacia él, quedándose a cuatro patas, y arrimó un poco el morro hacia él, tocandole una mejilla con suavidad, mostrando afecto. Luego, se aproximó y se sentó muy cerca suyo, apoyando el hombro en la puerta y procurando no perder el contacto visual, mientras una de sus zarpas iban hacia su mejilla.
Por primera vez, Bryce notaba una sensación cálida, de muchísima proximidad hacia el tigre. Ya le importaba un cuerno las limitaciones, por aquella vez quería descubrir mas cosas del tigre, tenía la sensación de querer saber si el amor que sentía hacia él iba a durar siempre o solo hasta el momento en que se separaran, pero no encontraba el modo de expresarlo con palabras. Cogió la mano, y la llevó hasta el brazo del tigre, acariciándolo poco a poco, y sonrojándose un poco. Observó como el tigre descendía suavemente la zarpa hacia el hombro de forma decidida, y comprendió que fuera lo que fuera lo que estaba sintiendo en ese momento, quizá debía dejárselo todo al tigre. Notó como este, con cuidado con las dos zarpas, se encargaba de quitarle la chaqueta y de dejarla al suelo, amontonada, y lo miró a los ojos por un instante. Luego lo besó de nuevo, pero esta vez mucho mas tierna, con mas cariño, con mas dulzura, y un escalofrío pasó por su cuerpo. Sintió que resbalaba ligeramente bajó Tora, y como este se encargaba de que no se fuera completamente al suelo, notando su cabeza acolchada por la chaqueta. Ahora estaba completamente echado en el suelo y con él, el tigre besándolo.
Tora dejó de besarlo, y observó al muchacho un momento. Por un momento sintió el impulso de saltar sobre él, pero se contuvo. No, lo que quería demostrarle era otra cosa, quería demostrarle algo muy diferente, y a pesar de que sabía como, tenía miedo de que Bryce le rechazase. Incapaz de continuar, se incorporó un poco, quedándose sentado en el suelo, y mirando al techo. Bryce lo observó durante unos instantes, y luego se llevó una mano a la frente.
Entiendo lo que querías hacer. -le dijo.
Te juro... Que solo quería hacerte entender la importancia que tienes para mí. -dijo, con un tono de arrepentimiento en su voz. -No era como la última vez, en el baño, hace dos meses. Pero no soy capaz... No quiero hacerte daño otra vez.
Bryce lo observó unos instantes, y luego llevó una mano a la zarpa de Tora, tocándola con suavidad.
No seas bobo, confío en ti... -le susurró. -Eso es lo que quiero saber yo... Si realmente te importo... O no...
Tora le miró sorprendido un momento, sin entender bien lo que estaba ocurriendo. Uno que quería averiguar que importancia tenía el uno con el otro, él otro que quería demostrarlo. La situación cuadraba, entonces.
Tora se arrodilló delante de él, y le besó de nuevo en la boca, intentando captar toda su atención en ese mismo momento, procurando ser cariñoso con la persona a la que amaba. Sin darse cuenta, acabó pasando una extremidad trasera por encima del cuerpo echado de Bryce, sin dejar de besarle en ningún momento, algo que dudaba de poder terminar, y agitó la cola levemente de lado a lado, para luego dejarla en reposo en el suelo. Se detuvo un momento para dejarle de besar, y luego, volvieron a las andadas. Para los dos, separarse en aquellos mismos momentos era signo de mala suerte, quizá.
Mientras que con una extremidad delantera mantenía su propio peso, pasó una de sus zarpas delicadamente sobre el pijama del chico. Le entraron ganas de reir cuando se dió cuenta de que, de no haber sido por su intento de detenerle, ahora mismo estaría en la calle en pijama, y con las zapatillas puestas. Notó cada una de las fibras que componían la pieza de vestir en sus garras, hasta que finalmente llegó al final, donde se detuvo unos instantes, subiendo de nuevo. Notando las manos de Tora en sus brazos, acariciando el suave pelaje anaranjado con rayas negras, recorrió de nuevo el camino hacia arriba, desabrochando cada uno de los botones. A cada vez que lo hacía, recordaba cada uno de los momentos en que ambos habían estado tan próximos que ninguno de los dos se atrevía a decirle al otro lo que sentía. Ahora quizás había llegado por primera vez el momento, quien sabe.
En cuanto le desabrochó la camisa del pijama, la apartó un momento, y pasó su zarpa por el torso de este. Notaba el exceso de vello por su cuerpo, signo sin duda de su antigua naturaleza, y le acarició varias veces, notando como Bryce se estremecía a cada vez. Se detuvo un momento y apoyó la zarpa de nuevo en el suelo, para poder repartir mejor el peso.
Seguía sin saber como continuar.
El corazón le latía fuertemente a la hora de pensar en el siguiente paso. Adentrarse en la intimidad de Bryce era algo que no había hecho jamas durante aquellos tres meses, y a pesar de que el chico
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se dejaría, tampoco era plan de estar manejándolo en ese mismo momento como un muñeco.
Si quieres que pare... Dímelo. -le dijo. -Este es un juego de dos... No quiero divertirme solo...
El chico le miró unos instantes, y asintió con la cabeza, dejándose besar de nuevo por el tigre. Luego, este le besó la barbilla, y luego el cuello, y poco a poco, fué descendiendo a lo largo de su torax, obligando a Bryce a dejarle los brazos. Iba dando besos a cada momento que descendía, notando los temblores del otro a cada momento, hasta que finalmente llegó al pantalón. Al ser el del pijama, se dio cuenta de que iba a ser bastante fácil quitárselos, y usando su agilidad felina, se inclinó sobre sus dos patas traseras, mientras que cn las dos delanteras se encargaba de irle bajando la ropa hasta que finalmente se lo quitó junto con las zapatillas.
El vello en exceso se repartía también en las piernas y por lo visto también en la espalda, haciendo de la apariencia física del chico aún mas parecida a la de un lobo, un pensamiento que le hacía sonreír a cada momento. Se puso de nuevo encima de Bryce, y le dio un beso en la mejilla, mientras este le abrazaba y le atraía hacia él, pudiendo notar su pelaje humedeciéndose por el leve sudor del cuerpo del otro.
Si pudiera estar contigo... Siempre...
Lo estarás... Encontraremos la forma...
Notarlo tan nervioso hizo que le empezara a lamer la cabeza con cuidado para que mantuviera la calma. Bryce parecía algo aterrado y al mismo tiempo, por la forma en que le acariciaba, parecía que sentía curiosidad por saber que iba a ocurrir. La verdad es que él también quería saber que pasaría a partir de ahora. Mientras se encargaba de tranquilizarlo, él mismo con cuidado se quitó los boxers, algo que le llevó su tiempo por la cola y porque no quería separarse del chico en ningún momento.
Fué entonces cuando Bryce dejó de acariciar la espalda fuerte del tigre, y empezó a descender la mano a lo largo de su costado hasta el torax, llevándolo hasta la parte íntima del tigre. Tora tembló en cuanto notó un escalofrío pasando por su columna vertebral, y ronroneó a gusto, dejando que Bryce hiciera de las suyas. El chico, al ver que el tigre no se había opuesto, continuó jugando con él durante un buen rato, lamiendo mientras tanto el hombro, notando como poco a poco el tigre también empezaba a sudar. Intentaba no hacerle daño en ningún momento al mismo tiempo que procuraba darle el máximo placer, algo que seguramente estaba logrando, porque Tora no paraba de ronronear cada vez con mas insistencia a medida que el juego del chico iba haciendo su efecto. En cuanto Bryce logró su propósito y notó que el órgano de su compañero ya estaba erecto, pasó la yema de los dedos a lo largo de este, haciendo que el tigre temblara un momento, y finalmente, se atrevió a agarrarlo con firmeza.
Bryce, ¿Que haces?
Tu tranquilo... No pasa nada...
Pero... Ah... ahhh...
Tora notó de repente como el placer y la excitación se mezclaban en su cuerpo, haciendo gemir y maullar, sintiendo como Bryce le iba masturbando. Agachó la cabeza irremediablemente, y en ese mismo momento, notó como el chico volvía a jugar con su oreja, excitandolo aún mas. Le hacía recordar sin duda los días que vivió con él en una época anterior, cuando ambos tenían todo el tiempo que querían, donde no había fronteras para mostrar el cariño de uno por el otro.
Rugió con algo mas de fuerza cuando empezó a sentir los dedos de la otra mano de Bryce recorriendo cada uno de sus fuertes músculos con la yema de los dedos, haciendolo temblar de excitación y doblarse un poco, notando el cuerpo del chico bajo el suyo. Bryce no parecía querer detenerse, y el placer no hacía mas que crecer en el tigre con una rapidez bastante grande. Fué cuando comprendió que aquellos eran gestos de cariño que en el pasado se repitieron varias veces, exactamente los mismos movimientos. Bryce parecía recordar cada vez con mas fuerza la forma en que jugaban ambos, y sin duda, parecía saber perfectamente como hacerle perder la razón y obligar a actuar solo con el corazón, nublando la mente. Llegaba un punto en que prácticamente ya solo sentía el placer, y era incapaz de razonar nada más. No quería llegar a tal punto de clímax, pero por otra parte estaba empezando a desearlo cada vez con mas ansia, lo que demostraba que el chico sabía lo que hacía con él.
De repente notó como se detenía, lo que le permitió coger algo de aire e intentar pensar con claridad a la vez que sentía los dedos de Bryce recorrer su órgano y volver ligeramente a su espalda mientras iba jugando con su pelaje por el camino. Sin embargo, sintió que la cosa no había acabado ahí: De alguna forma Bryce había logrado que lo único que quisiera ahora fuera sentir su cuerpo tocando su pelaje, desvelar todas sus intimidades, y intentar saberlo todo de él. Respiraba con ansiedad, ronroneando de vez en cuando, y tragó saliva cuando notó que el chico cruzaba las piernas alrededor de su cuerpo, sintiendo el corazón de este bombear la sangre con mas fuerza, y la excitación que tenía también entre las piernas. El chico no se detenía con su oreja, y sabía que iba a poder aguantar mas: había logrado contactar con la ternura de su lado mas salvaje.
Se aseguró de que el chico estuviera cómodo y próximo a él, y agitó un poco la cola. Luego, con cuidado, empezó a internarse en el cuerpo del chico, notando ligeras sensaciones recorrer todo su cuerpo, al mismo tiempo que notaba su órgano en una zona de alta temperatura, lo que le excitó completamente. El chico gimió de pasión, haciéndole comprender que todo estaba yendo sobre ruedas y que no debía temer nada, por lo que continuó su camino. Se detuvo un momento, acomodando al chico otra vez a la nueva posición, y cuando se aseguró de que ya no podía hacerle daño, un escalofrío le hizo sonreír de alegría, empezando a moverse con algo de ritmo, mientras se lamía el morro y empezaba a ronronear continuamente, sintiendo al muchacho debajo suyo. Nunca le había tenido de esa forma tan próxima, y de hecho, creía que ese era él único momento en que la intimidad entre los dos era máxima, demostrando sin duda la confianza del uno por el otro. Bryce, mientras tanto, no dejaba de abrazarle al tigre. Sentía su pelaje recorrer la parte de su pecho y frotando su órgano, lo que le empezaba a excitar bastante; sentía el sudor que se acumulaba en todas las partes del cuerpo del tigre, lo que le había humedecido completamente y lo hacía mas suave al restregarse contra él; el poder de cada uno de sus fuertes músculos, trabajando de una forma sincronizada, la fuerza que emanaban y que parecía poder captar en el aire. Sin duda Tora se mostraba ahora como si fuera un tigre en toda regla, y se lo demostraba en todos los ámbitos. La excitación y el placer que le estaba proporcionando no tenía límites, y Tora sentía exactamente lo mismo.
El corazón le latía cada vez con mas fuerza, con mas ímpetu, y poco a poco notó como su ronroneo se convertía en rugidos necesarios, pasando completamente de si le oían fuera o no al estar haciéndolo enla entrada. No quería detenerse en ningún momento, no ahora que había encontrado un momento de privacidad como ningún otro. Bryce, mientras tanto, notó que estaba cargando quizás demasiado el cuerpo en el tigre, y además, el sudor le estaba haciendo imposible mantenerse agarrado, por lo que poco a poco descendió hasta que se quedó en el suelo. Ese momento de liberación le permitió a Tora moverse con mas agilidad y mas ímpetu, lo que sobreexcitó en sobremanera al muchacho, que le acariciaba los brazos sin saber realmente que estaba haciendo. Tora ya no sabía realmente ni lo que estaba haciendo, puesto que la excitación empezaba a nublar su mente, conducido por los gemidos de placer del chico, que iban aumentando. Notaba su pene cada vez mas restregando la cavidad del chico, y se sentía incapaz de aguantar un minuto mas, cerrando fuertemente la mandíbula. Poco a poco sacó las garras retráctiles de las zarpas delanteras y traseras y las clavó en el suelo, permitiendo un mayor agarre, y inclinó la espalda lanzando un fuerte rugido, demostrando así que la excitación ya le estaba controlando completamente. Comenzó a moverse con mas ansiedad y con mas rapidez, mientras Bryce, notando el placer acumulado en el tigre se agarraba de sus brazos, gimiendo cada vez con mas pasión. Notó de repente un calor interior, como algo que se encargaba de subir su temperatura corporal, y escuchó un rugido intenso, potente, propio de un tigre que había llegado al clímax. Tora estuvo un rato intentando coger aire, y luego observó al muchacho. Se inclinó hacia adelante, y le besó en los labios, enredando sus lenguas, y luego descendió hasta su oído.
Vamos a ponerle un punto a la i de "Fin". -dijo.
Bryce no entendió nada, pero se dejó hacer, incapaz de decir algo con la excitación que llevaba dentro. Tora salió de su interior de forma tranquila, poco a poco para no hacerle daño, y luego, a cuatro patas, retrocedió un poco hasta que tuvo el órgano del chico delante suyo. Con una de las zarpas, ahora sin las garras retráctiles, lo cogió con firmeza, y luego le metió un lametón, empezando a masturbar luego al chico.
To... Tora...
Tranquilo...
Tora estuvo un rato de esa forma, sonriendo, viendo como el chico seguía gimiendo de placer. Se lamió los labios, y luego llevó su morro hasta el órgano del chico, internándolo en su cavidad bucal, y empezando a lamerlo. Bryce lo notaba, y era incapaz de decir que no, excitándose cada vez mas. Intentaba agarrarse a cualquier cosas, pero el suelo de parquet no le proporcionaba ningún soporte. Tora, mientras tanto, no finalizaba su faena, y de hecho, pensaba seguir así hasta que al final Bryce sucumbiera. El chico continuó un rato, hasta que al final, cedió, sintiendo todo el placer al principio, y luego, cogiendo aire.
Tora le soltó, y se lamió los labios, mirando al chico con una sonrisa en el morro. Bryce entreabrió los ojos, agotado de tantas sensaciones juntas, y lanzó una pequeña risilla, que se transformó de repente en enormes carcajadas por parte de los dos. Mientras él se incorporaba, ambos no paraban de reir sin entender realmente el porqué.
Tora... -consiguió decir el chico cuando dejó de reír. -¿Crees que encontraremos la forma de estar juntos siempre?
Supongo... Pero después de esto...
Pero después de esto...
Tora se aproximó a él y lo abrazó.
Después de esto... Ahora sé sin duda lo mucho que te quiero. -dijo. -Gracias Bryce... Gracias por estar con todos nosotros... Gracias... Por estar conmigo...
¿Donde vas a ir ahora? -le preguntó el tigre mientras se tomaba un poco de café después de que ambos se ducharan y se vistieran. El chico fue hasta la percha de nuevo, y cogió otra vez la chaqueta. Estaba algo arrugada, y dudo de si llevarla puesta o no. -Yo de ti la tiraría a lavar. Después de usarla como almohada, algún que otro estaría oliéndote durante kilómetros de distancia y sería fácil dar contigo.
Si, eso estoy pensando. -añadió el chico. Se fué hasta la lavadora y metió la chaqueta dentro, echando un vistazo un momento a la puerta que daba al trastero. Algo le atraía hacia allí, pero Tora le había repetido quinientas veces que solo era eso, un trastero.
En fin, voy a ver a alguien. -mintió. -Luego volveré a hacer las maletas, ¿Vale? -se acercó al tigre, y le dií un beso en un lado del morro, haciendo sonreír al antropomorfo. -Tranquilo, que no te abandono aún.
Menos mal. -comentó alegre. -No quiero estar maullando de tristeza por escaquearte esta tarde. Quiero llevarte yo mismo a la estación en cuanto te vengan a buscar.
¿Como? ¡Ja! ¡Eres de lo que no hay! ¡No me voy a perder! -exclamó, lanzando el primer trapo que encontró en las manos contra su rostro. Ambos se rieron y luego, el chico abandonó la casa.
En el momento en que la presencia del humano desapareció, el tigre dejó de sonreir, volviendo a su faceta de preocupado. Varias cosas se le habían pasado por la cabeza durante aquel acto y todas le anunciaban que la situación se le escapaba entre las zarpas. El chico le había confesado unos sueños en los que salía el lobo azul, pero también durante el acto se había comportado igual que en el pasado, lo que implicaba que estaba empezando a recordar. ¿Pero porqué ahora y no cuando se conocieron? De haber sido antes, de haberlo recordado todo, podrían volver a estar juntos, y en cambio, ahora tenía que volver.
Cogió el teléfono, y marcó un número. Esperó un rato hasta que al final escuchó el sonido de una cocina con gente dentro trabajando a toda pastilla. Oyó una voz grave e hizo la petición de que le pasaran el teléfono a Ane; hubo un momento de silencio y luego, escuchó la voz de la coneja.
//Dime, Tora.
Ane, tengo un ligero problema. -la explicó. -Bryce empieza a recuperar conocimientos.
//¿Y le llamas problemas? ¡Pero si lo has estado deseando todo este tiempo!
Ya, pero no lo recuerda todo, solo fragmentos. Le sobrevienen en sueños y en forma de ser... Sospecho de que hay algo que le está bloqueando la memoria. No lo ha olvidado todo, simplemente no puede acceder a toda esa parte de su vida.
//Bueno, parece que ya hemos desvelado parte del misterio. -dijo la otra. //Pero a saber de que se trata...
No se... Tiene que ser algo que haya estado usando a menudo, incluso antes de que le viera. No lo se... Es como si hubieran dos elementos: Uno de ellos le hace recordar, pero el otro se lo impide.
//Lo que le hace recordar ya sabemos todos que es, Tora. Tu olor se encuentra en prácticamente toda tu casa, y supongo que eso le ha hecho fluir ciertos momentos de su pasado.
Y sus instintos mas bajos... -añadió Tora, aunque por dentro sonreía por eso.
//Escucha, Leon trabaja mediante medicina, igual que mi hermanastro. Quizás nos sirva. Busca un medicamento que haya llevado encima incluso antes de conocerte. Míralo a ver, pero procura no confundirlo con la medicación que lleva encima además de esa.
Medicina... ¡¡Espera!! -Tora se despegó de la pared y empezó a abrir y cerrar las puertas de los muebles. -¡Bryce toma un medicamento, pero ni él sabe para que és!
//Busca, y llévalo a mi hermanastro. Que él te haga un análisis y sacar conclusiones. //Oye, llevo dejarte. Llámame si encontráis algo.
Y tanto que lo haría. En esos momentos se maldito a sí mismo por no haber caído en su momento en todo aquel rollo de la medicina. Y entre maldiciones, y abriendo y cerrando muebles, encontró un botecillo de aspirinas que no conocía de nada bajo el mueble bar, medio abierto. Lo cogió, y se lo acercó a los ojos, sospechando.
Creo que ya tenemos al culpable. -se dijo a si mismo.
Damaru, el gran desaparecido.
Con el tiempo, se había demostrado que existían dos pilares en el equipo de baloncesto antiguo: El primero era el recuerdo del Lobo Azul, y el segundo, el de Damaru. Misterioso Dragón.
Su hogar se componía de un enorme ático que no tenía mas muebles que un par de sofás, una cama y una cocina. Necesitaba el máximo espacio posible, o de lo contrario le entraba claustrofobia, aunque siendo sinceros, esa sensación la tenía últimamente des de el retorno de Bryce. Jugar a dos bandos no le estaba haciendo gracia, pero era la única forma que tenía de compensar el daño que hizo en el pasado, aunque él saliera perdiendo.
No había querido abandonar el equipo, pero uniéndose al director conseguía muchos mas puntos a su favor. Podía hacer de espía, y ayudar al tigre y al muchacho lo que pudiera. Y aunque se trataba de jugar con fuego, era ahora mismo el único objetivo que tenía, observando desde las sombras, mover algunos hilos para detener a Leon. Pero la ineptitud de Tora le complicaba las cosas, y era hora de mover ficha.
Escuchó el timbre de la puerta, y se bajó del borde de la ventana, entrecerrando sus alas. Abrió la puerta, y observó quien había llamado: Una gata de pelaje gris, bien formada, con guantes en las garras; Laura.
Mira a quien tenemos aquí... -mencionó la gata. -Llevo días sin recibir mas mails de tus descubrimientos, pensaba que te habían exterminado.
Lo ssse... Passsa...
La gata entró con cuidado, observando con atención el entorno. La casa de Damaru siempre había sido la misma, y de todos los jugadores, quizás era el único que nunca había cambiado de hogar. Como todos los dragones del clan, Damaru era reacio a abandonar aquel lugar donde mejor se encontraba.
Algún día te haré un remodelado de toda esta casa. -dijo la gata mientras se dirigía al sofá. La daba la sensación de ser muy pequeña en comparación con la grandaria y el vacío del piso. Observó con atención con sus ojos rasgados como el dragón iba hasta la nevera y sacaba un par de refrescos. Luego se fué hasta el sofá y la ofreció una de las dos bebidas, que aceptó con gratitud.
¿Planes?
Le molessta Bryce. -contestó el dragón. -Preveía la decisssión del grifo, y pretendía jugar mas con él cuando estuviera derrumbado, pero parece ssser que el humano logró al menosss darle esssperanzasss. -informó, como si estuviera leyendo un texto. Cerró las alas para apoyarse en el respaldo, y continuó mientras sus escamas verdes brillaban como esmeraldas. -Esssta noche no llegará a la central Dorei.
La gata solo rió.
Supuse que haría eso. Siempre se le escapó de su control el lobo azul y con él, los otros dos mestizos. -suspiró. Bryce no tiene ningún perjuicio en el pasado, ni tampoco genético, por lo que no puede jugar con su moral. Tora está peleado con su padre, Odayaka tiene problemas con su familia, Shinke es débil, y Baja... Bueno, Baka ya es un caso aparte. -bebió un poco, y continuó. -Puede hacer con sus vidas lo que quiera, y con las nuestras. -añadió, señalando un momento al dragón. -Pero él es... Como lo diría...
Prepotente, rebelde... Cualquier adjetivo le vale. -¿Que me dicesss... De los clanesss?
¿Que sabes de ellos?
Solo del de Tora. -informó. -Por lo que me han contado, el viejo essstá muy cansssado, y ssolo el tigre puede ssubstituirle. Nunca ssse han enc
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ontrado en una ssituación como essta, assí que no ssaben que hacer. Obviamente, Tora no pienssa regressar.
Regresará, créeme. -dijo la gata. -Creo que ya es hora de emplear la caja que robaste la última vez que estuviste con Leon.
Como quieras. -Mientras observaba como la entrenadora dejaba la bebida y se ponía a fumar, el dragón se levantó y fue hasta la cocina, sacando de dentro de un mueble una caja de cartón. -¿Estas segura?
Segurísima. -contestó la gata, ronroneando de satisfacción. -No quiero estropear una pareja, pero si voy a joderle los planes a mi marido. Sigue informándome de todos los movimientos y planes que trame. Y esa caja... Ahora me encargaré de que le llegue a Bryce.
Conocía perfectamente la calle por donde estaba caminando, pues fué la misma que tuvo que andar para llegar al hotel donde residía Tora, solo que ahora estaba mojada por la llúvia que había azotado la ciudad durante un rato y que había cesado mientras ellos hacían el amor. Conocía cada una de sus tiendas, pues eran las que había estado visitando durante todo aquel tiempo para ir comprando todo lo que necesitaba; conocía los callejones, puesto que en ellos habían estado ambos para llegar a los lugares mas insospechados e insólitos.
Por primera vez en su vida, iba a echar de menos todo aquello que estaba mirando, a sabiendas perfectamente de que no iba a volver; por primera vez en su vida se maldecía de ser un Dorei, pero el destino parecía no haberles deparado un final para ellos dos. A pesar de lo que se habían prometido, era imposible cumplirlo: Tora seguiría su camino, y él, el suyo. Y a pesar de eso, sería incapaz de olvidarle.
Se llevó una mano a la mano, mientras las lágrimas corrían por su rostro, sintiéndose completamente solo. Veía a cientos de antropomorfos caminando por los dos lados, y le daba la sensación de que ninguno de ellos le miraba a la cara, como si no existiera en la realidad. Se sentía tan mal... Tan oprimido... Echó a correr de repente, intentando huir del tiempo, del mundo, intentando sacarse la idea de que no iba a ver mas a Tora de la cabeza, pero le estaba resultando ser completamente imposible. ¿Como iba a dejar aquel lugar después de haber conocido a alguien que le había hecho sentir tan feliz? ¿Como? Chocó contra algo, o quizá contra alguien, pero no le importó. Sin mirar ni tan siquiera quien era intentó avanzar y apartar el obstáculo, pero este se lo impedía. Finalmente alzó la mirada, y observó que se trataba de alguien conocido: Baka, el oso oscuro del desaparecido equipo.
Vaya... ¿Tu no te ibas hoy? -le preguntó, mirándole sorprendido. Bryce no supo que decir, y el oso sacó un pañuelo del bolsillo, limpiándole las lágrimas. -Madre mía, estas llorando... ¿Que te ocurre?
Nada... No pasa nada... -dijo. -De verdad, Baka... No ocurre...
O, y tanto que "ocurre". A tí nunca te he visto tan triste. -argumentó, mientras se guardaba el pañuelo en el bolsillo de nuevo. -Escucha... ¿De verdad que no me quieres contar nada?
El chico, con los ojos llenos de lágrimas, miró a Baka un momento, intentando contener las palabras que parecían luchar por salir de su interior. Y tanto que se lo quería contar, quería contarlo todo, pero por desgracia, era tan orgulloso que le resultaba incapaz decir algo. Finalmente, en un ataque de rabia, exclamó:
¡¡Si que me pasa!! ¡¡Me pasa que no puedo irme de aquí!! ¡¡Debo irme, pero no puedo!! ¡¡No quiero dejar a Tora, eso es lo que me pasa!!
Ambos se quedaron callados, hasta que al final, el oso sonrió.
Me alegro de que lo hayas soltado al final. Bien, en ese caso... ¿Que tal si vamos a tomar algo? Pensándolo bien, me alegro de que sigas aquí. Así podremos conversar sobre este asunto y miraremos de encontrar una solución, ¿Te parece?
Vale...
Bryce no estaba muy confiado, sin embargo, de encontrar solución alguna, pero calló y no dijo nada, siguiendo al oso durante un buen rato. La verdad es que no se diferenciaba en nada del equipo que se tuvo que enfrentar contra los Fire Fasters la vez anterior, pero a diferencia de ellos, Baka parecía mas tierno, mas niño. Quizás era por eso que Tora siempre le decía que le faltaba bastante coeficiente intelectual, por ese aspecto de niño bueno que tenía, que daban ganas de abrazar a cualquiera que se le pasaba por delante.
¿A ti no te afectó la separación del equipo? -le preguntó.
No, la verdad es que no demasiado. -admitió el oso. -Ya me lo esperaba que tarde o pronto acabaríamos así. En realidad Bryce era el único que mantenía el equipo centrado...
"¡¡¿¿Bryce??!!"
¿Disculpa? -preguntó, pensando que se había equivocado de nombre.
.. El lobo azul, ya sabes. Nos daba increíbles ánimos y lo mejor de todo es que mantenía una relación muy estrecha con Tora. -continuó, como si no hubiera oído al chico. -Lástima que tuviera que irse. ¡Ah, por cierto! -metió una garra dentro de una bolsa, y sacó un paquete envuelto en un papel dorado, dándoselo al chico. -Esto es para tí, de parte de Laura. Un regalo de despedida, dice que siente mucho que no la hayas podido conocer, pero que esperar tener otra oportunidad. Laura es increíble, es...
Pero Bryce ya andaba desconectado del mundo. De repente su cabeza se había puesto en marcha con la relación de su nombre con el lobo azul. Principalmente parecía una coincidencia, porque además, habían piezas que no soldaban, pero si lo justificaba todo con la perdida de su memoria, y lo más importante, con lo que sabía de Tora... ¿Era posible que...?
... en definitiva, es mala y buena a la vez. -concluyó el oso. -¡E! ¿Sigues en este mundo? -le preguntó cuando llegaron a un semáforo. Prácticamente habían recorrido un buen cacho de calle.
Si, si... -contestó el chico, aún atónito. -Oye, Baka... ¿Porqué se fue ese lobo? -preguntó.
Pues... No lo sé, pero tanto él como Tora estaban enfrentados contra el director de la escuela, Leon. No se si lo habrás visto, pero como decíamos en el equipo, sus padres nunca fueron muy originales: Es un león que normalmente lleva siempre ropa negra encima.
Afirmativo.
Bryce no contestó, y Baka pudo ver como daba unos cuantos pasos hacia atrás, con una expresión seria pero suave en su rostro. Parecía sorprendido por los comentarios del oso.
¿Ocurre algo? -le preguntó Baka.
No... Nada... Oye Baka... Grácias...
Echó a correr inmediatamente en sentido contrario hacia su casa, mientras su cabeza empezaba a enlazar todas las piezas. Ese Leon era el mismo que había visto después del partido contra los oso, el que le golpeó en la cabeza y apenas pudo verle de forma borrosa, pero eso no hacía si no confirmar muchísimas cosas: Su exceso de vello, sus sueños, la sensación de conocer a Tora en otro momento, su perdida de memoria, que hubiera sabido que hacer cuando estaba tan excitado esa mañana... Ahora lo entendía, lo entendía todo. Él era el lobo azul, él era ese Bryce de otra época. No había nada que pudiera romper esa teoría.
"¿Era eso lo que no me querías contar, Tora?" -se preguntó. "¿Por eso me enseñaste a Pelz? ¿Por eso quería evitar que viera esas fotos? ¡¡Pero si tanto te importo, ¿Porqué no me lo dijiste?!!
Notó algo que le cogía del brazo izquierdo y lo empujaba con una fuerza sobrehumana hacia nunca supo donde. Notó quedarse flotando en el aire, y luego, chocar contra el suelo y estar rodando durante un rato hasta que su espalda topó con una especie de piedra, quedándose tendido en el suelo, dolorido.
Vaya... Es increíble, hasta ha decidido mostrar su coleta y todo.
Le sonaba perfectamente esa voz, por lo que fue incorporándose poco a poco, con todo el cuerpo lleno de dolor a causa del golpe. Abrió los ojos, y descubrió que había pasado. Se encontraba en el interior de uno de esos callejones donde Tora y él habían pasado en momento anteriores, con la única diferencia de que se encontraba e un lugar tan oculto por las sombras que nadie de los que pasaban por la calle le veían. Ni a él, ni a los otros dos humanos que iban vestidos de traje negro. Los reconocía perfectamente, pues eran los encargado de ir a recoger a los Doreis una vez estos habían finalizado su tarea: Yugo, el del pelo rubio y largo, y Tosco, completamente rapado.
Yugo... -consiguió decir el chico.
Si, el mismo. Esperaba verte mas tarde, al lado del tigre, pero parece ser... -se fue acercando poco a poco, hasta que cogió la barbilla del chico con fuerza. -Que he tenido suerte y que te voy a poder castigar ahora mismo.
Bryce no pudo evitar la cantidad de bofetadas que empezaron a llover del cielo por ambos lados, mientras oía la risa de Yugo crecer por momentos al mismo tiempo que el dolor que estaba sintiendo. Pronto las bofetadas cesaron, y el hombre soltó al chico, que cayó al suelo, con la cara llena de moratones. Notó que el hombre tiraba algo al suelo, e hizo el esfuerzo de fijarse. Eran fotos en los que salían Tora y él caminando por las calles.
Cuando las vio, el jefe me dijo: "Dale una buena paliza" Y yo le dije... Con mucho gusto. -escuchó el sonido de algo cortando el viento, y alzó la vista. -Que ganas tenía de darte un escarmiento...
No... No...
Y tanto que si... ¡¡Ahora mismo!!
El látigo que cortaba el viento cruzó su cara.
El hermanastro de Ane continuó trabajando a marchas forzadas, pero el ordenador del laboratorio no conseguía ir mas rápido para buscar entre la increíble y enorme base de datos que tenía el (único) laboratorio medicinal de la ciudad. Al final desistió y se levantó de la silla, tocándose una oreja mientras avanzaba a una máquina de dispensar café y se ponía un poco.
Veo que no has dormido. -dijo Tora. -Siento mucho haberte pedido esto ahora.
Nada, no te preocupes. Estoy acostumbrado, además. Y si es por tu novio, pues habrá que hacerlo, ¿no?
Bueno... La verdad es que me gustaría que droga se está tomando además de los medicamentos que le recetaste. -dijo. -Lo que no sé es porqué no se me ocurrió antes que quizá este medicamento le estaba afectando a la cabeza.
Porque entonces estabas cegado por el amor. Tranquilo, a todos nos pasa. -argumentó el conejo. El ordenador emitió un pitido, y el hermanastro dejó el café en la mesa, acercándose al ordenador, y leyendo con cuidado.
Mhhh...
¿Ves algo?
Si... Y no me gusta nada... -se incorporó y se dirigió hacia la pared, presionándola y desplazándola hacia un lado, demostrando así que no era mas que un armario oculto. En su interior había un enorme aparato compuesto de una base altísimo, una placa mas arriba, y un espacio enorme y vacío en el centro. En cuanto el hermanastro lo acercó al centro de la sala, descubrió que se trataba de un aparato de hologramas. El conejo cogió varios cables y se acercó a la parte trasera del ordenador, cambiando algunas cables, y luego se puso de nuevo en el ordenador. La máquina de los hologramas se encendió, provocando un enorme ruido por el ventilador interior, y mostró un cerebro humano en tres dimensiones.
La zona que ves roja es la parte de la memoria. -dijo, señalándolo. -Bien, hay una planta que se encarga de bloquear los componentes químicos que procuran la memoria residente. Así...
Se mostró, en tres dimensiones, las células que se encargaba de esa memoria, y el hermanastro hizo aparecer unas moléculas rojas que pusieron a Tora los pelos de punta: Parecían tener patas, y se acercaban de forma decidida a las moléculas enganchándose a ellas, y cubriéndola completamente por una substancia azul.
En un principio está en fase de estudio: Esa planta puede generar estas substancias que a pequeñas dosis quizás regeneren la cubierta que protege cada una de las ramificaciones entre neuronas. -explicó. -Pero a grandes dosis, producen esto. Y como es unas moléculas que pronto se deshacen, el que lo toma necesita nuevas cantidades para que se mantenga la memoria bloqueada. Si se toma durante un tiempo, el que lo hace acaba sufriendo durante bastantes días cuando intenta dejarlo.
Es... Una salvajada...
Pues espera a ver esto otro. Leon hizo bien su trabajo. -cambió la proyección por una de un cuerpo humano, y luego lo acercó a las células. -Esta es la parte que se sale de todos los conocimientos actuales de la Bioquímica: La mutación instantánea. Un producto químico que no he visto en mi vida, pero su funcionamiento es de lo mas extraño: Coge unas cuantas células de cada tipo, les muta el adn, y se carga el resto al mismo tiempo que obliga a las seleccionadas a multiplicarse al mismo tiempo. El resultado es una transformación completa de un cuerpo a otro. Obviamente esta composición química constituye de una serie de virus que transforman su ARN en Adn mediante la transcriptasa inversa y luego se la inyectan a la célula junto con otros componentes para que haga su faena como es debido... Es un milagro de la ciencia.
Es una burrada que está matando a Bryce. -rugió el tigre.
Si, eso también. Supongo que por eso se ahogaba cada vez que lo dejaba, o se empezó a alterar ante la mordedura que le metiste. Estas células mantienen su nuevo adn mientras se las subministra el medicamento, pero además, le protege de otros virus, por lo que nunca o casi nunca está enfermo: Por eso aguantó un mes la alteración del sistema nervioso. Como las células están sobre trabajando para mantener esa forma, el huésped se encuentra constantemente débil...
... Como lo está Bryce. -dijo. -Joder... ¿Existe algún medicamento que contradiga esto?
Supongo, pero sea como sea, lo debe de tener Leon, así que estás apañado, chaval. -dijo, apagando el holograma. -Bueno, fin de la sesión Imax. ¿Que vas a hacer ahora?
Llamar a tu hermana para contárselo y luego volver a casa, a ver si ha vuelto.
Ok. No te dejes las pastillas, las va a necesitar.
El tigre asintió con la cabeza y cogió las pastillas para guardárselas en el bolsillo. Luego, mientras encendía el móvil, se despidió del conejo, y se encargó de llamar a su hermanastra.
Ya lo tengo. Era lo que tu decías. Se tratan de dos medicinas en una sola.
//Lo suponía. Ves a buscar a Bryce, y luego mi hermano me contará los detalles. Y no te emociones, Tora, haber descubierto esto es solo... Un paso.
Lo se... Solo espero que ese paso sirva de algo.
Tora bajó las escaleras del edificio rápidamente y salió al exterior, la brisa traspasando su extenso pelaje. Continuó corriendo, mientras el corazón le latía rápidamente por la emoción de saber que había encontrado el problema de Bryce y con ello, podrían llegar a una posible solución. La emoción era tal, que aceleró incluso el ritmo de la velocidad y todo, con ganas de llegar a casa y decírselo a Bryce. ¡¡Por fin podría contárselo todo!!
Y entonces ocurrió.
Tora pisó algo que le hizo perder el equilibrio, y se detuvo al instante, bajando la vista para ver de que se trataba. Era algo rojo, alargado, parecido a una goma con un mango, y el tigre se agachó para recogerlo y observarlo con mas atención. Olía a sangre, y pronto descubrió que no era una goma, si no un látigo. Giró la vista hacia su izquierda poco a poco, hasta fijarse en el callejón oscuro, y se incorporó adentrándose con las garras retráctiles listas por si las moscas. Iba fijándose en todos lados, observando detenidamente cada una de las sombras, preparándose para cualquier cosa.
Pronto pudo vislumbrar en la oscuridad dos figuras negras, desfiguradas a causa de unas posibles zarpadas de algún otro antropomorfo o algo parecido. Sus ropas estaban raídas, y sus armas, desperdigadas, mezcladas por increíbles lagos de sangre que procedían de los dos cuerpos humanos. Un olor le abofeteó la nariz, y le alarmó de tal forma que lanzó un leve gruñido. Era un olor muy familiar, que le atraía y, ahora mismo, le alteraba a la vez. Continuó fijándose en las paredes rayadas por garras poderosas, y localizó en el suelo una caja medio abierta, envuelta en papel de regalo. El tigre se acercó a la caja y la cogió, apartando la tapa para ver su interior, pero lo único que vislumbró fué un bote de pastillas vacía, y una tarjeta. La cogió con cuidado, y la leyó atentamente: Yugo ris, de la empresa de Doreis de donde procedía Bryce.
Estos vinieron a buscarle... Pero solo se han encontrado con la muerte. -dijo, fijándose mejor en los cuerpos. Sin duda, a uno de ellos le pertenecía el carnet. Pero lo peor de todo era el olor que sentía: Era el de Bryce, sí, pero antes de que le perdiera, cuando aún era un lobo.
¡¡¡!
Y fué en ese momento cuando Tora se dió cuenta que Bryce no estaba por ningúna parte. Esos hombres si, y a juzgar por lo que había olido y por las armas, habían intentado hacerle algo... Pero el chico no estaba allí.
¿Donde estaba, entonces?
*Continuará*
*Notas del Autor*
*No hay traducciones pero si aclaraciones: esta historia se publicará cada dos semanas (Domingo si, domingo no). Y posiblemente alguna que otra persona acabará odiándome después de haber leído este capítulo, pero no he podido evitarlo, lleva planeado así desde hace tiempo.*
*¿Continuará? No lo sé, aunque pronto tendréis la respuesta a la pregunta en el siguiente capítulo. No obstante, espero que os haya gustado, tanto por las cosas que he desvelado, como por la escena yiff que ha sido incluida. Y si a alguien se le ocurrió decirme unas cuantas palabras cuando llegó al final, que sepa que yo estoy abierto (Como siempre) a todo tipo de opiniones, comentarios... Me hacen muy feliz y a cada uno que leo, me da muchos ánimos para seguir escribiendo (El niño interior se pone tan contento... )*
*Y por último, grácias por haber dedicado unos minutos de vuestro tiempo a leer este capítulo y ojalá nos encontremos en el siguientes. ¡¡Nos vemos!!*
*Actualización: La historia SI CONTINUA. Este mensaje fué editado y se añadió una aclaración en el escenario del final de este capítulo para borrar cualquier duda después de ver la primera reacción posteada en el furoom. Disculpad las molestias que os haya causado.*
*For approvers: Edited the text in Bold, the word "¿Continuará?", the story description and submited a little more words in the final scene.*
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Know to Understand
Chapter 11: The way it's done.
The next day I awaken to see the bright sun radiating through the window. My face had a sharp pain run through it. I soon remember that I had slept on the hard wood floor. My bones creaked with soreness...damn science and cold air falling, making my body tingling in a painful way.
Slowly sitting up I took a quick look around the room. There was nothing out of the ordinary, a closet, mirror, window, and a bed. Sleepily looking at the bed, I instinctively reached up to pet Krystal on the head. When my hand rested on her head I quickly retracted it when I felt that it wasn't Krystal.
Rubbing my eyes roughly to clear my vision faster, I saw that it was actually Rebecca. She shuffled a bit underneath her sheets and then final slowly sat up. Her long beautiful golden blonde hair shone exquisitely in the sun light.
"Mmm...hmm, Max?" She said letting out an adorable yawn.
"Sorry about that Rebecca," I said standing up, "I thought you were someone else."
She to rub her eyes, "I don't need to read your mind to know that you were thinking about Krystal. Max everyone knows you love her. Why don't you just be with her?"
"It's not that simple Rebecca. If you haven't notice this Pokémon's Body seem to be in my way from have any form of physical relationship. I know that she will probably want to still be intimate, but I just can't."
"Max, I know that it's my fault that you no longer possess your human body. Just know that like you and not hating me, I want to see you happy no matter what." She said standing up out of the bed. I quickly looked away from her with a hard blush. I could hear her taking another yawn and is most likely stretch. "What's wrong Max?" She asked innocently.
"Rebecca you could have warned me that you're not wearing any pants!" I figured that I must be strange in deed...becoming slightly aroused by the thought of my sister. But she's my sister, but still...
"Oh come on Max is isn't like you haven't seen me naked before."
"Well I guess if you count the time that we were babies and mom made us takes baths together." I said standing to my feet.
"Oh well, guess someone's shy. Max it's only natural that you'd be turned on by me," She said smugly, "After all I am a woman now."
I started making my way towards the door but suddenly stopped. I turned around to see Rebecca using her sheets covers to cover up her lower half. She then let a creepy smile take over her mouth as she pointed towards the door with one hand and a "hush" motion with the other.
"Dear Max, if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was just ask. A little incest never hurt anyone in the past; don't see how it could now. But do be gentle it's my first time." Rebecca said loudly as she quickly and surreptitiously made her way towards the closed door.
I didn't understand what was going on, but was sure to find out in a second. She still had a finger to her lips as she reached for the door handle. Suddenly she yanked it open and someone fell through on to the ground in the room.
It was one of the brothers, Brandon if I'm not mistaken. He's the one who wears the black suit, but he wasn't wearing it now. I can only assume that he must've heard that Rebecca was naked or something and was trying to listen in.
"...Oh my God." I muttered to myself. I just remembered what Rebecca was doing before she answered the door. I didn't understand it quite so myself at first. Now that I'm putting thought to it, she's actually quite clever. She knew that he was listening and lured him in closer to the door so she could catch him red handed.
"Caught you with your pants around your ankles, you pervert." She said.
When he turned around I notice something was on his face. It was a pair of blue goggles.
"Ugh...so you tricked me." He said lifting the goggles from his eyes. "So what are you gonna do to me?"
"Oh you'll find out. Max, you can leave," she said using her psychic powers to raise the window. "Trust me you don't wanna be here when I get finish with him."
"Rebecca..."
"Don't worry I won't kill him, much." She added playfully.
Taking a deep sigh I simply took my leave out of the room. Waving them both off as I left I could hear the door behind me slam. I sincerely felt sorry for the guy, but it was short lived when I remember what he did to her a few days ago. When he first met us he shot her with a large amount of lighting.
Yesterday we all demonstrated our abilities to my mother. She made a list of what we knew like: abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. She was actually pretty organized and thorough about the way she set our training regimen. It would seem that everybody will be grouping up. Not only the humans but the Pokémon as well. She was quite serious about using all of our assets and I can't blame her either.
This made me feel wonderful, it made me feel like we can do this. No matter how much stronger Dr. Shine has gotten there is no way he can beat all of us...right?
Making my way into the living room I could see straight out of the window. It was there I could see Brian standing with what I can assume to be two of his Pokémon. One was a Glaceon while the other was an...
"Samurott." Said a feminine voice from behind me.
Turning around to see that it was my mother, she was cladded in a tight blue and white suit. I can only think that it was a suit similar to the twins or Rebecca's. Again she was doing the whole mind reading thing that was starting to get annoying.
"I know what it was...if you'd let my mind process the information, I would have thought about it." I said sounding annoyed. She, Rebecca, and Phoenix all have that shit bad. Finishing your sentences by reading your mind or obtaining personal information in this manner.
"Sorry Max...I thought that."
"You thought nothing." I said cutting her off. "Let's just train and do some good with our time."
Just as I was about to walk outside when I heard my mother call me. Looking back to see what she wanted she had a very depressed look on her face. Her beautiful hair was being carried by the gentle wind that circulated with in the room. This sight somehow eased the anger that was trying to build within me.
"You hate me, don't you?" She asked.
"You're a psychic, can't you just read my mind." I said not wanting to talk to her.
"Max you're my son. I would never want you to stop expressing yourself to me." She then approached me, "But your training won't start with everyone else..."
Then there was a loud crash coming from the hallway. Without thinking to hard I could already guess that must have been Rebecca most likely trying to kill that boy. Oh well no love lost I guess.
"What do you mean I won't train with everyone else? You said yesterday that I'd be working with that Glaceon and Samurott."
"Yeah," She answered reaching behind her back. She retrieved a small blue glass like orb. "I'm sorry I have to do this..." With those words she charged towards me.
I didn't understand what was happening so I put up my hands to guard myself. Little good did that do, as she held out her free hand and expanded her digits.
I was lifted off the ground and slammed in to the wall. Before I knew it she was already in my face. She had a concern look in her eye, but from where I was plastered I should be the one with that look. I was just plain ole confused.
"Please forgive me for this." She said as she reached up with the orb.
"Forgive you for what?" I asked out of confusion.
As her hand neared my stomach I could feel a sharp pain shooting from there. Looking down to see that the skin on my stomach started peeling back and splitting.
'I know what that is. I know what that is!' I could hear Hydro shout within my mind. 'Master bear with it for a moment. The pain will stop soon.'
I really didn't quite understand what he was talking about. I literally had no choice but to sit here and take it. I mean she had me suspended on the door off of my feet. I could probably attack her with a water attack but I'm not going to. She's my mother and if she wanted me dead there were plenty of other chances that she could have took. The orb she retrieved from her back pocket levitated towards me.
That's when I notice that my stomach tore open exposing the pink meaty insides of my stomach. The pain for some reason wasn't there. I didn't feel anything except from the initial tearing. It looked horrible, but I for some reason I didn't feel the need to do anything. I felt relax as strange as it sounds. The orb slowly entered my stomach.
Once the orb was completely engulfed within my stomach the skin and tissue, the freshly made wound promptly sealed itself up. It was as if though it was never there to begin with.
I was released from the hold and slowly let upon the ground. My feet couldn't support my large body so I quickly fell to my knees. Catching myself with my hands I just stared at the ground.
Looking up I could see my mother holding her head. She had a pained look on her face, she looked up towards me and said, "Max, I'm going to make you stronger. With that orb embedded inside your body, you'll be able to rival the strength of Krystal, the speed of Rebecca, or the elemental abilities of Brian and Brandon."
"That sounds too good...what's the catch?" I said wheezing for air.
"Well pretty much every time you attack or run, it'll be times ten."
I stared up at her confused, shaking my head in wonderment, hoping that she would elaborate more.
"Basically Max every time you try to hurt something it'll do more much damage." she said kneeling down towards me. "You'll see in a little bit Max, just try not to overdo it, okay we have time." She then looked towards the ground and added softly, "We have time..."
Standing to my feet I only nodded before I had to rest my arm against the wall. "Are you okay? You seem in pain."
"Yeah, I'm fine," She responded. "I just need to lie down for a second. It's not every day I perform psychic surgery."
Somewhat shocked I looked at her questionably and asked, "I thought my stomach opening was a side effect of you placing the ball there. You actually opened me up, placed an orb within me, and then sealed me with no scars or pain?"
"Of course, I am a master psychic after all." She said rubbing her head even more deeply.
I think it was her overflowing ego that was really starting to hurt her. But I have to give it to her she's a damn good psychic.
She slowly started approaching me; she took her index finger and poked me hard on my stomach. "Language." She said as started walking away from me. "And Max I was serious about over doing it. That orb packs a punch so be careful."
Having some of my faith restored in her I nodded, "Yes, mam."
"Now, where is your sister? I need to talk with her and get some training in, but nap first." She said stretching.
I giggle a bit and turned back towards the front door. The thought of my mother acting this silly somewhat eluded me...but damn I was happy have her. I wish things could go back to the way that they were before any of this craziness happened. Back when it was just us including our father who just lived our lives peacefully.
"I hope things get better from here on out." I said to myself.
Walking out side I could feel someone standing behind me. I had a pretty good feeling who it was, "what would you have done if she tried to kill me?"
"I'd brought the entire house down on top of her." Krystal said calmly approaching me.
Turning around I saw that she had her hair wrapped up into two pig tails, the curliness was still there though. She was wearing black tank top with a yellow scarf, she had a black jean shorts on, and a pair of yellow shoes. To be honest she looked very cute...sexy even.
Shaking the perverted thoughts from my mind, I just looked away from her. I'm pretty sure that I was blushing.
Krystal then sighed and said, "Anyway what was that noise from earlier?"
"The lightening brother wanted to peek on my sister. I'm sure that was her throwing him out of a window." I said with a slight chuckle.
"This is the reason why I envy you!" She said throwing both her hands into the air, while making her way towards me. She simply draped her arms around my stomach and looked me square in the eye.
"Here we go with that again. Why is it you envy me Ms. Silver?"
"I don't know, it's weird how you can just forgive and forget like that. A part of me wants to be able to do that, but the other part is saying that it's childish. I don't know..." She looked away from me while releasing her wide hug-like grip on me.
"Well Krystal I think that we all have that ability within us." Taking a moment to think about something to support my claim, "Okay, remember the time when we fought Dr. Shine for the first time."
Krystal nodded and said, "Yeah when you smashed his arm."
"Exactly, now remember when you said you'd break me when you found me."
"Hmm...you're right, but thing is Ferali I still haven't made up my mind about that yet." She said completely burying her face in my chest.
'I think I'd welcome that from you.' I thought to myself, placing a hand on top of her head. Combing it down with the flow of her hair Krystal looked up towards me in my gaze. She carried a smile on her face that I haven't seen a very long time. I kept trying to tell myself to back myself way from her so it will be easier for me to leave. Krystal on the other hand didn't leave me with any choice, I didn't want to say but she had me emotionally cornered.
"Krystal," I murmured as I leaned in closer to her beautiful face. I'm not going to lie to myself and say that I didn't feel awkward doing this, but...dammit I love this girl. I closed my eyes waiting for her embrace.
I only waited for a moment before I was soon met with the pressing of her wet lips against mine. I could only hold it for a second before I let go...I don't know it just didn't feel right.
Opening my eyes to see Krystal had a large smile on her face. "Well that's a start," she said as she immediately started light jogging away towards the woods where Brian was, his Pokémon was standing out in the open by themselves.
I think I just brighten her day up. Not sure why though I mean that wasn't even a kiss, just both of our lips being pressed together.
"Oh please Max that girl loves you." I could hear the familiar voice of Rebecca coming from behind me.
Turning to her I smile chuckled wholeheartedly, "And you almost killed a guy for spying on you?" pretty ironic seeing how she is snooping around in my mind.
"Well...yeah, but since I'm a girl I can do it. But he was doing it for some sort of sick kick." She added coldly. She was standing in the center of the door with her arms folded, she was wearing a bright orange tee shirt with a blue skirt, and just like Krystal her hair was tied back into pigtails. "Anyway I'm not going to bore you. Go ahead and train with those other Pokémon so you can get stronger."
"Yeah," I said walking away from her, but stopped and turned to her and added, "And Rebecca, I love you." It felt kind of weird to say that. Just that if it were the last time I were to speak to her for any reason I would want her to know that I will always love her. She's my sister and I can't blame her for something that our father done to her.
She dropped her arms to her side turned away from me. I was about to walk after her but she stopped and added, "Thank you and Max I will always love you."
That's all I needed to here from her. I decided that it was best that I needed to go meet the partners that I will be training with. From the look of the two of them I get the feeling we should get along.
Samurott was big, but I'm big as well hopefully it won't have that dominating personality like everyone else here. Hopefully it will be calm, cool, and collected.
The Glaceon I could remember from earlier. Brian was trying to talk with her and she didn't seem to want to give him the time of day, even though she's his Pokémon. I can tell that she's going to be a lot of fun. Then again she seemed to be indifferent to everything that's been happening.
Making my way towards them I could hear the Samurott talking, "Diamond you need to respond when our master talks to you."
It was kind of disturbing to find that the Samurott had such a feminine voice. Whatever I shouldn't judge...hell look at me. I think they might be arguing with each other, but if I interject we can get started with the training.
"Diamond," the Samurott repeated. "Diamond say something!" The Samurott was starting to become upset.
Suddenly the Glaceon known as Diamond started trotting away from the Samurott.
The Samurott let out a vicious snarl in anger. I thought that he was going to charge over to the Glaceon and tear its head off.
I thought that now would be the best time to intervene, especially since I worked so hard to have all of the masters of the Pokémon not kill each other. They seemed to be a little more unstable than the masters, but I can see where they get it from.
I approached the Samurott cautiously. I didn't want to do anything to upset the giant water Pokémon. "Hey, what's going on?"
The Samurott remained silent as it's gaze fell upon me. I have a pretty good judge of character by first sight of someone, but this Pokémon somewhat eluded me. I didn't respond to my question. Ignoring me it looked away from me and slowly started making my way towards the middle of the town.
I knew that it was pointless to follow the Glaceon, but I thought at least I could reason with the Samurott. It seemed to be the most reasonable of the two.
For an instant I abandoned my own caution about this creature. I was going to have it see reason and start training with me one way or another.
"Hey!" I yelled once I got within ear shot.
The Samurott stopped but never looked my way. "So you're the miss fit freak," It said bluntly while adding, "Everyone around here thinks the sun shines out of your ass."
'Master, something isn't right. Activate your ice gauntlets now.' Hydro said.
I didn't want to challenge his command right now. I'm pretty sure this advice is for my safety.
Without thinking I activated my ice gauntlets. The ice formed over my hand, as the Samurott continued with its insults.
"And if I'm not mistaken you're in legion with that wench that insulted my master..." It said as it paused to think about what to do next. It slowly rose onto its hind legs, and folded it's forearms across it's chest.
I wasn't going to allow what this thing said get into my mind. I could tell that it was trying to bait me and provoke a reaction out of me. I just remained on guard.
With a sudden burst of speed the Samurott turned around with a mighty slash. My arms moved without me having to think about where she was going to land the attack. I caught her blade that seemed to be coated with a water edge. It only make sense seeing as how the blade itself is a sea shell.
The Samurott press down harder while only gripping the sword with one hand. I notice that the water pressure on the blade was beginning to build and like a buzz-saw started to cut into the ice. Using the all the strength within my hand I pushed off it. The force behind the push was far greater than I had expected.
The Samurott was sent reeling backwards and landed on its ass. It had embedded the sword within the ground to absorb the momentum. It eyes shot wide open as it slowly stood to its feet. What looked to be a shocked expression suddenly turned into an angry one. Leaving the one sword in the ground it reached for its left forearm. Then with a sudden jerk it whipped out another sea shell sword. It too was coated in a water energy buzz-saw. It picked up the other blade that was within the ground and waved it skillfully through the air.
I was so distracted by the blades I almost didn't feel my arms jerk to deflect the water energy blade that was flung at me. I felt as if though something was controlling my reactions. It was diverted into a tree that was immediately split in two when the beam connected.
"You're pretty good!" It yelled while It fiddled with its swords. "I see that I can't take it easy on you, now can I?"
Biting back a flurry of insults that were building up ever since I met this damn thing I simply asked, "Can I at least have the name of my opponent?"
"Why's that?"
"Call it an honor amongst men." I said regaining my composure for the next round. For some reason I feeling really tired. I can only assume that it has something to do with that orb within me. I wonder if my body movements have anything to do with it either?
"I'm not a man..."
"Yes...you are." I said confused.
"I'm a female and my name is Osha! And what's yours freak?!" She retorted while hooking her swords together and giving them a light twirl where small water whips lashed me on the face.
"I'm not a freak! And the names Ferali, I'll be kicking your ass today, female or not!"
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*Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy*
Nancy Dillon was sitting at her desk, in her office, engrossed in reports the company's domestic sales manager had dropped off. She was forty-five years old, but usually when she told people who didn't know here what her true age was, they were shocked. She had honey brown hair that she had taken to wearing very closely cropped in the past year. Her pert, unlined face was still a very close match to the picture in her high school yearbook and, in fact, it might have been improved by the passing of years. The wide blue eyes that highlighted that face were one of her best features. And, in spite of the fact that she had two grown sons and a teenage daughter, her dress size was exactly what it was when she graduated from high school.
The intercom on the phone buzzed and she picked it up. "What is it, Tom?" she asked her secretary.
"It's a Mr. Ted Adamson," her secretary said. "I'm sorry, Mrs. D. He insisted on talking with you personally."
"That's all right, Tom," Nancy said. "I'll take the call." She felt a rush of emotions that disturbed her. She hadn't heard from Ted in years, although once, nearly five years ago, she did have an affair with him. She was a bit startled to find memories of that time evoking feelings very similar to the ones she'd felt then.
She pushed the button to pick up the line Ted's call was on. "Hello, Ted," she said.
"Hello, Nancy," Nancy recognized Ted's deep, mellow voice. "It's been quite a long while since I've spoken with you."
"Is there a problem with your account?" Nancy asked. When she ended their affair, she had his account transferred to another sales person in the company. She had called Ted and explained that she was doing it because she wanted to save her marriage and, to her surprise, Ted graciously said he understood completely.
She wondered why he was calling her now? Had he heard she'd been widowed? Did he think that meant their affair could resume...after all these years?
"I'd like to have dinner with you," Ted said. "If you have time. And if you'd like to."
"Is...is there something wrong with your account?" Nancy asked hesitantly.
"Oh, no, quite the contrary," Ted said. "Myron is everything you said he'd be. It's just that I do enjoy your company, and...well...I thought maybe we could have dinner. Just dinner, for old time's sake."
Nancy was torn. Should she go? She really had no reason not to go. "I...I don't see why not?" she said at last. "Are you staying in the same place?"
"Yes, I am," Ted said. "Nancy, I have to tell you I'm delighted. I can't wait to see you again. Is seven all right? I'll meet you in the dining room."
"That sounds fine," Nancy said.
Nancy was distracted for the remainder of the afternoon. Why, after all this time, had he called her? She recalled what Ted had been like as a lover; gentle, considerate, and very skillful; and felt warmth spreading through her. Her husband, George, died of prostate cancer a year before, and Nancy hadn't been with a man since. Feelings denied for far too long began to make their presence known, and that disturbed her.
Nancy did call home to tell her daughter, Dawn, that she had a meeting, and wouldn't be home until late. Her daughter said that would be OK. "She's really a wonderful girl," Nancy thought after she hung up the phone.
At six-thirty, Nancy left the office, got in her car and began the drive to the hotel where she was meeting and dining with Ted. When she arrived at the up-scale inn, she parked in back, locked her car, and went inside, feeling almost as funny as she had five years ago when she was coming here to conduct an affair.
She found Ted, who looked as handsome as ever, waiting in the lobby. He smiled broadly and gave her an appreciative look, which wasn't surprising. Nancy's lithe body was covered by a deep red velvet pantsuit that consisted of wide-leg pants and a cardigan top that dipped daringly low in front.
Nancy returned Ted's smile and started toward him. "I hope you don't mind that I'm early," she said, giving him a gentle hug and light kiss on the cheek. Even that innocent contact sent thrills rippling through her. "I'm going to have to be careful," she thought.
"Why on earth would I be upset that someone as lovely as you are is early?" Ted replied. "Are you hungry?"
"A...a little," Nancy replied. "I've had a busy day. Now that I'm head of sales, I have the good fortune of sitting in my office all day, reviewing sales reports other people submit."
"Let's eat," Ted said. He took Nancy's arm and they went into the dining room.
The hostess seated them in a booth in the corner of the dimly-lit restaurant.
"This is nice," Nancy said. "It's been a long time since I've gotten out for dinner."
The waitress appeared, took their order, then left.
"You're probably wondering why I called you," Ted said.
Nancy nodded. "Yes, I was," she replied.
"Actually, other than the fact that I really enjoy your company," Ted said, "There really is no valid reason. I hope you aren't angry. I suppose you could say I got you here under false pretenses."
"I...I'm not angry," Nancy stammered. "I...I guess I'm flattered. How have you been?"
"I've been fine," Ted replied. "Would you believe I'm a grandfather?"
"You're kidding!" Nancy exclaimed.
Ted shook his head. "Actually, I've been one for two years, now," he said, "compliments of my daughter and her husband. How is your family?"
"The...the kids are fine," Nancy said. "Both of the boys are in graduate school, and my daughter is in eighth grade."
Ted shook his head. "I still find it hard to believe a woman as young-looking and lovely as you are has children in junior high school, much less graduate school," he said. "How is your husband?"
Nancy took a deep breath. "George...he...he died a year ago," she said softly.
"What?" Ted asked, stunned. "Oh, Nancy, I'm so sorry to hear that. What...what happened?"
Nancy looked at him. "It... it was prostate cancer," she said. "We...we found out too late. They tried everything, but nothing worked." She shrugged.
"I can't believe it," Ted said. "How...how were things between you?"
"They...they were wonderful," Nancy said. "We...we got involved in couple's therapy, and I got individual therapy. When...when George died we...we were happier than...than we ever were..."
"I'm so sorry to hear about this," Ted said. "How are you handling it?"
Nancy looked at him and smiled wanly. "I'm coping," she said, "Actually, I guess I'm coping quite well. I've gotten a promotion at work, and the kids and I have never been closer, so..." She stopped and stared at her hands.
The waitress brought their food and their conversation ended while they ate.
Even though she hadn't eaten all day, Nancy found she wasn't hungry. She sat there, picking at her food absently with her fork.
"What's the matter, Nancy, aren't you hungry?" Ted said. "Or is there something wrong with your food?"
Nancy shrugged. "I...I guess I'm just not very hungry," she said. "The food...it...it tastes wonderful, but..."
Ted put his fork down and sat there, looking across the table at her tenderly. "Would you think I was terrible if I told you I think about what happened between us almost every day?" he said softly.
Nancy, surprised, looked at him. "You...you do?" she stammered.
Ted nodded and smiled. "I know it probably sounds like I'm giving you a line, but..." he said and shrugged. "You have no idea how pleased I was when you said you'd join me for dinner tonight." He reached across the table and laid his hand on hers.
Nancy, her heart pounding, looked at him.
Ted took a deep breath. "You know, I just realized I'm not that hungry, either," he said softly.
Nancy felt as if someone had wrapped steel bands around her chest.
"Would...would you like to...to go somewhere more private?" Ted asked softly.
Nancy at first was inclined to turn him down, then she realized there was no reason for her to do that. She looked across the table, smiled, and nodded.
They got up, Ted paid the tab, then, arm-in-arm, they started for his room.
"I'm really nervous about this," Nancy whispered as they walked down the hotel corridor. "What...what if it's been too long? What if...?"
Ted stopped, turned to face her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. Nancy returned the kiss with surprising urgency.
"Don't worry, Nancy, I'm sure this will be wonderful," Ted told her once the kiss ended.
They reached his room. Ted put the key in the lock and opened the door, and they went into the room. He closed the door behind them, and put the chain latch on.
Nancy turned and faced him, hugging herself nervously, as if she didn't know what to do next. Then Ted took her in his arms and kissed her. Moaning softly, she pressed against him, her arms locking him in a powerful embrace.
Ted slid his tongue out and caressed her lips. Her tongue emerged, seeking contact with his. Their tongues caressed; softly, tenuously at first, then with growing urgency as the kiss continued. He cupped her bottom, pulling her against the growing hardness at his middle.
Flushed and breathing hard, they leaned back in each other's arms. Ted took his hands from her bottom and began opening her top. When he had it undone, Nancy let her arms drop to her sides so he could remove it. He turned his attentions next to her slacks, which quickly puddled at her feet. The only clothing remaining on her lithe body was the lacy bra, a pair of bikini underpants, and pantyhose.
While Ted was undressing Nancy, she was also undressing him. Soon he, too, was clad in only underwear and socks. He took her hand and led her to the bed. Before they lay down, he undid the clasp of her bra and her breasts sprang free, their tips already rigid.
Ted pulled Nancy against him and kissed her. The tightly coiled gray hair on his chest teased her rigid nipples and more thrills swept through her. When the kiss was over, he peeled down her panties and stockings and had her lay on the bed.
Ted stripped his underwear and socks off and joined her. Their warm bodies slid together and again they kissed.
Ted, who was apparently extremely aroused, wasted no time. He rolled atop Nancy, who parted her legs to allow him between them. His rigid penis was trapped between his belly and Nancy's already-wet vagina and she moved her hips, rubbing herself against him, sending thrills coursing through her.
Ted raised his hips and the tip of his rigid pole slid down, into her warm, damp portal. He thrust into her, bringing a gasp of joy from her.
"Oh, God! I need you so badly!" Nancy murmured, her eyes wide.
"I need you just as badly!" Ted said. To demonstrate, he began driving into her powerfully.
Nancy could feel her snug channel clutching his shaft lovingly. The sensations were wondrous! She'd been without this for a long time, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold back long. Her pelvis thrust against his urgently, her arms locked round his neck and she pulled his face to hers. Their lips joined.
Great, wracking spasms shook Nancy when her orgasm flowered, and she moaned into Ted's mouth. The walls of her vagina rippled, caressing his cock, milking his juices from him. When she felt Ted's fluids shooting into her, Nancy continued to clutch him, groan into his mouth, and strain against him, shaking powerfully.
When their initial fierce need was sated, they stayed as they were, with Ted atop Nancy looking down into her smiling face. He bent and kissed her softly.
"God! Was that ever wonderful!" she murmured.
"It certainly was!" Ted replied.
"What are we going to do now?" she asked softly.
"What would you like to do?" Ted responded.
"I think I'd like it if you just held me for a while," Nancy said. She kissed him again.
"I think I can manage that," Ted said. He rolled off her and held her in his arms for a long time. After a while, he began stroking her back lightly and felt her skin rippling as his hand slid over it.
"Ohhhhh, Ted!" Nancy moaned, "that feels so nice!"
"I hope you don't mind, I...I just can't be this close to you and not touch you," he said.
"I...I don't mind, not at all," Nancy replied. She moved her leg and made a face. "I'm all sticky, I want to take a bath before we do anything else."
"There is a huge shower in the bathroom," Ted said, "enjoy yourself."
Nancy got out of bed, experienced a moment's discomfort about the fact that she was nude, then she shook the feeling off and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she was standing under the hot spray, her eyes closed. She felt cool air flowing over her when the shower door opened, turned, opened her eyes, and jumped.
"Damn you, Ted, you startled me," she said.
Ted grinned. "I was wondering if you might need help with your bath," he said.
"Ah..." Nancy hesitated for a second, then she smiled and said, "I think I could use some help washing my back."
Ted stepped into the shower, took the soapy washcloth from Nancy, and began washing her. She gurgled with delight as he slid the lathery cloth over her body.
"Nobody's given me a bath in a long, long time," Nancy murmured, "It feels wonderful!" Soft moans replaced her giggles when Ted began lathering her breasts. Her nipples grew rigid, poking through the foamy suds surrounding them.
Ted slid the cloth down over her gently rounded belly, between her legs.
"Ohhhhh!" Nancy cooed, parting her legs. She grabbed his arms and hung on while he thoroughly lathered her vagina. Her legs were trembling and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath.
Nancy grabbed the hand that was twirling on her middle and Ted looked at her, puzzled. "If you...you keep doing that," she panted, "You're going to make me come!"
"Would that be such a terrible thing?" Ted asked, grinning. He resumed the caresses that were driving her wild.
"Mmmmmmm!" Nancy murmured, her hips beginning to rock against his caressing hand. "I...I guess not."
Ted moved behind her and pressed his body against hers. When he did, his cock, which had hardened as he washed her, slid between her buttocks.
"Oh, God!" Nancy murmured, "If I'm not mistaken, you're turned on again, too, aren't you?"
"It certainly does feel that way, doesn't it?" Ted said. He wrapped his hands around her breasts and rocked his hips. His cock slid in and out of the cleft between Nancy's soap-slick buttocks.
"Oh, God, Ted, that feels fabulous!" Nancy said, shuddering, "But...but I need you! I want you in me again!"
"I want it in you, too," Ted whispered. "Bend over."
Nancy bent forward and felt the tip of Ted's cock slide between the lips of her lathery cavern.
"Oh!" she gasped, "Oh, Ted! That's marvelous!"
Ted slid his cock into her, grabbed her hips and began thrusting vigorously.
Nancy leaned against the wall of the shower stall and shoved her bottom back at him. "This is...Oh!...incredible!" she groaned, her hips rocking. "Don't stop! Oh, God, Ted! Don't you dare stop!"
Ted, grunting, kept hammering into her. It was clear he had no intention of stopping!
"I...I...Oh, God, Ted, I'm going to come!" Nancy crooned. Her body began to move more urgently and her moans reached a peak as an intense orgasm swept through her. "Yes! Yes! Yes!! Annnhhhhhhhh!"
Finished, they clung to each other until their legs could hold them, then they finished their bath, toweled each other dry, and returned to bed.
"You're very inventive, aren't you?" Nancy whispered, snuggling against Ted, her head nestled against his chest. She kissed one of his nipples, then licked the spot she'd kissed. She heard him murmur softly and continued to tease his nipples with her lips and tongue. That wasn't enough. She got to her knees, bent over him and took his penis in her mouth. It began growing stiffer and stiffer as her head moved up and down. While she sucked Ted's swelling organ, she slid her hands up and down his legs.
Ted began stroking her back and, very softly, said, "Nancy, dear."
She twisted around to look at him, but didn't stop what she was doing.
"I'm going to come if you keep doing that, my dear!" he warned, his voice strained.
Instead of stopping, Nancy increased the tempo of what she was doing. Her hand moved to his balls and began massaging them.
"Oh, God, Nancy, I...I can't wait!" Ted moaned, "I...I can't wait!" With a howl of joy, he exploded, his fluids gushing into her mouth like water from a fire hose.
When Ted started coming, Nancy took her mouth from him, but continued to milk his cock with her hands. She kept it up until he was limp, then looked at him, smiling, traces of his sticky white goo on her chin.
"Was...was that good for you?" she whispered.
Ted nodded. "It was incredible!" he murmured.
"I don't know what came over me," she said softly, "it...I couldn't resist kissing it. Then...once I started...I...I didn't want to stop."
Ted held out his arms and she came into them, her body sliding onto his. She kissed him and they lay like that for a while.
After a few minutes of rest, Ted began sliding his hands over Nancy's smooth, warm body. She purred with delight. "I assume from what you're doing to me that you want to make love again?" she asked.
"Only if you want to," he replied.
Nancy giggled and said, "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do!"
Ted's explorations became more zealous. Nancy wailed with delight when he captured a turgid nipple between his lips and sucked it hard. Her back arched and she grabbed his ears and pulled his face against her.
Ted's hands kept moving over her, delving into the cleft between her legs, feeling the wetness in her crinkly black pubic hair. Her hips surged upward, seeking his touch. His fingers parted the slick, silken lips and slid into her and she moaned louder.
Nancy began fucking herself against his fingers while his lips moved from one straining nipple to the other. "Yes! Oh, Yes!" she hissed through clenched teeth. Her body began quaking with approaching orgasm.
Ted kissed down her body, through her lush pubic thatch, found the swollen bud of her clit, and drew it into his mouth.
"Yes!! Yes! Oh, yes!" Nancy groaned. Her thighs clamped around his hand and her hips humped up and down as his hand and lips continued to bestow thrill after thrill on her.
At last Nancy's cries of ecstasy waned and she relaxed. It was Ted's turn to have a face smeared with come.
Nancy turned in Ted's arms, facing him, her nipples poking into his chest. He kissed her and she smiled weakly. "Oh, God!!" she exulted, "I'm still turned on! Let's do it some more!"
"I intend to," Ted said and kissed her. Their tongues dueled.
Nancy began kissing his chest, her soft lips moving to his nipples. She sucked his nipples again, just like he'd sucked hers moments before.
Ted was delighted by how wonderful it felt. Her soft hands continued exploring his body, sliding over his ass cheeks, making them tighten with involuntary spasms.
"You like that?" she asked.
"Uh-huh!" Ted grunted.
His cock had risen again and was pressing against Nancy's belly. She rolled atop him, trapping his erection between them. "You are insatiable, aren't you?" she said.
"Look who's talking," Ted gasped.
Nancy began moving her hips, caressing his cock with her wet opening, exciting him even more. "I need you again!" she gasped, reached between them, grasped him and guided him into her. Once again, Ted's swollen shaft filled her tight cavern. Then she began moving. "Oh, God!" she cooed, "I love this! I love it!"
Faster and faster her hips moved, making his cock whip inside her, stirring her. Nancy's moans grew in intensity and her body began trembling.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!! Oh, yesss!!" she cried, her hips going wild, her slender body shaking.
Finished, they collapsed into each other's arms and laid there for quite a while, allowing their heart rates and breathing to return to near-normal.
"Ted...I...I've got to get home," Nancy said after she'd recovered the ability to speak. "Dawn will have the police out looking for me if I don't show up soon."
Ted kissed her gently. "I'm sorry to see you leave," he said, "If I call the next time I'm in town, can we get together again?"
"I...I don't see why not," Nancy replied. She turned in his arms and buried her face against his chest. He stroked her back gently.
"This has been wonderful," she murmured.
"It sure was," Ted agreed.
They got up, showered, and dressed. Ted walked Nancy to the door, pulled her into an embrace and kissed her.
"I'm glad I decided to call you today, I really am," he said.
"I am, too," Nancy replied. "And I'll be very hurt if you don't call the next time you're in town."
"I will call," he said, "Soon!" He kissed her again, then she left.
As she drove away from the motel feeling better than she had in a long time, Nancy found herself thinking that it was nice to be able to make love with Ted without feeling guilty afterward. The fact that he was the first man she'd been with since George died caused her a little twinge of guilt, but not much.
Then a new thought intruded on her reality, shocking her out of her pleasant mood. "What am I thinking? Ted...he...he's still married!" she realized, and once more she began feeling guilty. "My God! If...if I keep seeing him, I'm no better than I ever was, am I?" A determined look formed on her face. "I worked too hard to stop doing things like that," she thought. "I can't let myself fall into that kind of behavior again."
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Text: Cal hadn't intended for his life to wind up like this. He chuckled to himself as he scrubbed the oil from his calloused hands. "Whose life winds up as intended?" he thought to himself. But his had taken a decided turn for the worse several years ago, and firmly stayed there. Marcus had challenged him to a duel, and he'd lost. Caligula Torvath the Third, the greatest of the Torvath line of wizards, had lost. Had Marcus been a more noble wizard, he would have killed Cal outright and that would have been the end of it. But he'd done something far worse.
Cal had set up the station to get away. It was a form of self-exile. He lived out in the middle of the desert, fifty miles from anything else man made. He had a few pumps, a repair garage, a little convenience store, even a tow truck out back. He lived above the store. Occasionally people came by, gassed up, stopped in to get things fixed, but mostly he was left to himself. Here he could be alone in his shame. With his magic he could conjure everything he needed, so he never left. But Marcus had found him here to extract his due. While it was the perfect place for Cal to disappear into his self-loathing, it was also an ideal location for wizards to battle to the death away from prying eyes. Marcus visited almost monthly now. He had stopped by again a few hours ago and dropped off Amanda along with a few parting taunts and left for another duel.
Satisfied that his hands were as clean as he cared, Cal splashed water on his face and stared at himself in the grimy mirror. A few years ago he'd been soft. But he used very little magic out here these days, just what he needed to stay isolated. Now he was lean, muscular from labor and unkempt for not caring. He ran his hand along the dark stubble the covered his face. "Where the hell did you go wrong?" A loud sharp rumble, like nearby thunder, caught his attention and drew his gaze to the bathroom window. The light outside was fading, but off in the distance he could see a rising dust cloud.
"Did you hear that?" Amanda demanded as Cal exited the bathroom. Cigarette in hand, she sat waiting in the store. She smoked when she was nervous. Cal stared at her. He normally wouldn't be able to admit to himself that a woman he found so despicable he also found so attractive. But Amanda's beauty was partly Cal's doing. It wasn't that Amanda hadn't been beautiful before Cal or Marcus had ever met her. She had been. Her slim, firmly toned body was the result of years of regular gym sessions; her smooth, flawless, golden brown skin was earned through relentless sunning and obsessive moisturizing; her long, flowing black hair was a gift from nature.
"Of course I heard it," he replied, flatly. He had little patience for Amanda, no more than was required of him. She'd always been too slender for Marcus' tastes, and her own as well. That was where Cal had come in, and it was the other reason he'd Bound Cal instead of killing him. Marcus was a summoner, at least he had been when he started out. He specialized in using magic to force people and creatures to do his bidding. Cal was a pneumaticist. His specialty was the control of pressurized gases and liquids in enclosed spaces. It was an ancient magic specialty that was generally looked down upon as the trade of jesters and charlatans until Caligula Torvath brought his first duel to an explosively victorious conclusion to settle an insult delivered by a wizard who had claimed just that sixty years ago. Cal's grandfather had advanced the art by leaps and bounds, as had Cal's father. Pneumaticism had been thought of as a joke for so many centuries, little work had been put into studying ways to counter it. By the time Cal picked up his first amulet, he was already well on his way to towards accomplishing amazing things. That was all derailed when Marcus defeated him and forced him to, among other things, "enhance" his then-fiancee. So while much of Amanda's beauty was natural or earned, the voluptous hips that filled out her leather skirt and the plump bosom that strained the buttons of her blouse were Cal's doing.
"So, do you think that's good news?" she asked anxiously.
"That depends on who you ask," he replied.
Amanda set her lips in a stern pout and exhaled a sigh that was half growl. "Cal, I understand that you despise my husband, but I'll thank you not to wish for his death in my presence."
"Well, that boom probably means a wizard just died out there," Cal grumbled. "If it had been Marcus, then I'd be free right now and you'd be in a whole heap o' trouble. So I'm guessing your hubby just won another duel. But we won't know for certain until he calls. If he calls. It's possible that was just another shot fired in the battle that didn't actually settle it."
"Ok," she said, nodding nervously, and took another puff from her cig. She ignored his flimsily veiled threat, as she always did. Cal was Bound to her husband by his curse. As long as Marcus lived, Cal couldn't do anything to hurt her.
Several minutes later, the phone next to the register rang. "It's him. He's won."
Amanda looked up. "How do you know?"
"I know." He picked up the phone. "Congratulations, Marcus."
"Come on Cal, we both know you don't really mean that." Cal could tell that Marcus was smiling as he spoke. He was driving; Cal could hear the passing wind in the background.
Amanda's face lit up as she heard the voice responding through the phone. "Yay!" Amanda clapped her hands together and hopped merrily in place, her long black hair flying about, her full bosom just barely staying within the confines of her blouse. She bounced well.
"Did the duel go well?"
"Better than expected. Most wizards are quite humiliated at being turned into living blimps, but Jenella took it quite well. Actually, towards the end she almost seemed amused by it."
"So the Belly Demon did her job?"
"Flawlessly. Listen Cal, Amanda and I will want to celebrate once I get back to the station."
"The room's ready," Cal said, trying to keep from gritting his teeth. It was just another humiliation. Marcus and Amanda would retire to his room, to his bed, and rejoice at Marcus' latest victory. Cal would spend most of the night working, doing loud things to drown out the noise until he eventually went to sleep in his tow truck. "You want me to put some beer up there for you?"
"No thanks, Cal, I've brought wine for the occasion. Oh, and could you have her pumped up to celebration size by the time I get there?"
"Yes, sir."
"Great Cal, you're beautiful. Caio."
Amanda spoke up as soon as Cal set the phone down. "So? Is he coming?" She was wide-eyed with excitement.
"Of course he is. And he wants me to get you to 'celebration size' by the time he's here. I'll get you some of the pills." Cal took his keys from his pocket and went to the cash register behind the counter. He kept a stash of his special pills around just for this purpose.
Amanda smiled and twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. "Hey Cal, let's skip the pills. Why don't you just use the pump on me?"
She loved doing this. As soon as she'd started speaking, Cal had known what she was up to by her tone. The pump she was talking about was the enchanted industrial grade air compressor he kept in the workshop to power his pneumatic tools. He preferred pneumatic tools over electric for obvious reasons. At it's lowest setting it would be quite effective at inflating Amanda to the desired size. At maximum power the compressor could deliver an incredible volume of air at over 150 psi. And if he ever got Amanda on the business end of that compressor, he knew just what he'd do. He'd set it to helium and--
The pain felt like a hot needle being inserted into the base of his skull. It always started like this.
He gripped the edge of the counter and tried to think of something else, anything else besides the sight of Amanda's lithe body billowing outward under a torrent of compressed gas--
The needle in his spine, grew hotter, grew thicker, and grew barbs. He began to shake...pink Volkswagons, puppies with butterfly wings, the Golden Gate Bridge in a hazelnut fog... but his mind returned to visions of Amanda bursting from her designer clothes and blowing up into a huge ball before gently lifting up into the sky--
As the pain became blinding, Cal lost his grip on the counter and collapsed. The sharp crack of his head hitting the floor finally cleared his mind of any forbidden thoughts. As the haze before his eyes parted, the sound of Amanda's laughter could finally make its way to his ears.
"On second thought," she giggled, "maybe we should just stick with the pills. They always seem to work just fine."
Cal gasped in relief as the pain vanished. "You bitch," he spat, still panting. The Binding forbade him from doing many things. He couldn't cast any spells whatsoever on Marcus or Amanda, and he couldn't use more mundane methods to harm them either. Even plotting to do so would trigger the excruciating pain. And that's what Amanda toyed with. He could think of all sorts of evil ways of dispatching the couple without penalty, so long as they were idle thoughts. But as soon as she gave him permission to use the pump on her his recurring fantasy of blowing her up became a real possibility, thus triggering the pain. He could avoid it by suppressing the thoughts, but he always failed. After several years in bondage the only freedom he had was in his fantasies, and they even took that from him when they could.
Cal stood and opened the register drawer. Reaching towards the back of it, he grabbed the small tin of Altoids he used for storing his inflation pills. He opened it. There were still normal mints among them, but the enchanted ones were tinted various colors to indicate their function; red for breast inflation, purple for belly inflation, green for deflation, etc. He tossed three reds onto the counter. "That should do," he said.
"Thanks," she smiled back. She popped all three into her mouth and let them dissolve on her tongue. Her lips pursed and her brow furrowed at the overwhelming taste of mint, but she endured. Her face relaxed as the magic began to take effect.
Her already ample bosom began to swell. A spell on her clothing allowed it to stretch with her, but her blouse still put up a valiant fight. Her breasts, once firm cantaloupes, plumped up to double that size, then doubled again. The fabric of her blouse pulled apart between the buttons, offering tantalizing glimpses of her delicious flesh. After about a minute, the swelling stopped. Amanda sighed and caressed her newly expanded assets. "Yes, this will do nicely. I'm sure Marcus will love them." She reached deep into her cleavage and retrieved what was now a slightly crushed back of cigarettes. "Oops," she giggled as she lit one. She took a seat and waited for Marcus' arrival.
The hard-packed desert road was rough, but Marcus' drive back to the gas station was remarkably smooth. He expected as much, considering how much he'd paid for this car. The six figures' worth of fine German engineering never failed to please him. The black convertible zipped through the sands towards the one structure in sight, kicking up dust in its wake.
Marcus pulled up in front of the station and parked his car. He stepped out and made a quick assessment of himself. "No, this won't do," he sighed. Desert combat was so dirty. He sang a quick incantation, and a shower of powdery sparks descended on him. His shoes were polished to mirror brightness, the dust vanquished from his charcoal grey Armani suit, and his dark blonde hair was slicked back to perfection. He took quick look in the car's sideview mirror, more to admire his own chiseled jaw than to check that the spell had worked. "Damn, I'm gorgeous."
Marcus strolled towards the back of his car, humming merrily to himself as he thought of his breathtaking wife waiting for him. Victory, and the rush of power that came with it, was an amazing aphrodisiac. Marcus loved power and Amanda loved powerful men. They were a match made in heaven. With the press of a button his keychain, he popped the trunk open. A sharp gust of wind caught his attention as he was rooting through the trunk for the carefully packed bottle and wine glasses. He looked up at the darkening sky.
"Hmm, must be a storm coming," he muttered as he nudged the trunk closed.
"You could say that," came the silky, feminine, and entirely unexpected response. Marcus jumped, and whirled to see a familiar figure reclining on the hood of his car.
It was Her.
At a first glance, she appeared to be a beautiful, fiery-haired woman clad in shiny, form-fitting purple leather. The outfit bared a smooth, flat midriff of alabaster skin, while it's high neck and matching elbow-length gloves gave her an almost regal look. A ruby pendant the size of a child's fist hung from a sparkling gold chain around her neck. She would have the air of a princess were it not for the prominent features that made it clear she was not human. The two short horns that curved up from her head were the first indication. The purple of her wings matched her clothing so well that they could easily be mistaken for a cape when she kept them furled. She waved at him. "Hi there, Marcus."
"Hey there, BD!" Marcus said, feigning happiness at seeing her. She was supposed to return to the summoning stone after her task was complete. What was she doing here? "Good show today, eh? Jenella blew up real good."
"Yes, she did," Belly Demon purred. "She was a clever one, too. If I were you, I think when my defeat finally came I'd like it to be at the hand of someone as clever as she."
Marcus shrugged. "Clever or not, she still wound up popped. She couldn't defeat me. Anyway BD, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I thought you knew." Belly Demon pouted. "I'm homeless now."
Marcus laughed. "Whadya mean, you're homeless? Your home's right here--" Marcus stopped abruptly as his fingers found nothing but an empty pocket. "Where's the stone?" he gasped, his heart quickening. He looked up at Belly Demon. "You can't have it, you're not even allowed to touch it. What's happened to it?"
Belly Demon smiled. "Once I'd incapacitated Jenella, you told me to make sure it was an 'extra big boom,' remember? Well just before her lips became to swollen to speak, Jenella cast a spell to pull the stone from your pocket into hers."
"But you should still be in the stone, out there in the desert somewhere."
Belly Demon shrugged. "Well I tried to return to the stone after Jenella popped, but it was an extra big boom, so when the stone went flying it hit a rock and..." Belly Demon opened her hand, and several crystal shards fell from it. "This was all I could find of my old home."
The color drained from Marcus' face as he realized why Jenella had been smiling just before she went. Thanks to her, the Belly Demon was now free. And as a summoner, Marcus was well aware of the first wish of any freed demon.
As quickly as his thoughts allowed, Marcus dropped the wine and glasses and hurled a bolt of energy at Belly Demon just as she spread her wings and leapt at him. The ball of sparkling magic hit its target, but it didn't seem to have any effect. She landed in front of him and pressed her hand against his chest.
"No..." Marcus gasped as he felt the demon draining his strength. He quickly found himself unable to move. His eyes widened in terror as his belly began to swell.
"Have I ever told you how much I hate it when you call me BD?" she sneered. "You were never my friend, you were my captor. You don't get to give me a nickname."
Marcus' limbs began to plump up like sausages in his clothing. His belt snapped, his pants split open, and one by one the buttons on his shirt surrendered to his burgeoning form. Belly Demon ran a finger across his exposed stomach.
"Tsk tsk," she clucked, "so tight already. You really make for a lousy balloon. But don't worry, you won't be one for long." She watched, amused, as his limbs were absorbed into his rapidly inflating body.
"Don't do this," he pleaded, unable to do much else. "Please don't, we can make a deal. I'll give you anything you want."
"I know you will, Marcus. Because all I want right now is to watch you pop!" She gave him a special goodbye kiss on the cheek, and Marcus groaned as his inflation accelerated. As he reached the point where he was almost completely round, she gave him a sharp kick in the direction of the store. "Goodbye, Marcus." Amanda had just finished her second cigarette when she heard the car approach out front. "He's here!" she squealed. She tucked the pack back into her cleavage, hopped up onto the counter and stretched out seductively. "I want to be the first thing he sees when he walks in."
Several minutes went by, and Marcus didn't appear.
Cal frowned. "Something's wrong."
A few moments later, their view out the front of the store was obscured by a huge, pale, dusty ball that had rolled up to the window. Embedded in the ball they could see a swollen face.
"Oh my God! " Amanda shrieked. "It's Marcus!"
"Oh crap, the Belly Demon's gotten him! She's free!"
"Cal, you've got to help him, he's still getting bigger!"
And indeed he was. Even though there was glass between them, Cal could hear the groans of Marcus' overtaxed skin.
"I can't," Cal said. "I'm Bound, I can't use any magic on him." Cal instinctively tried to drive any thoughts of spell casting from his mind to avoid the punishing pain.
"Hmmmph mmmmmmm!" Marcus was unable to speak intelligibly, but it was clear he wanted someone, anyone to help him.
"You've got to do something!" Amanda pleaded. She was frozen with terror.
"I can't do anything," Cal replied, shaking his head. Seeing Marcus clench his eyes shut, he realized what was about to happen. "Except maybe find some cover!" He grabbed Amanda and pulled her behind the counter on top of him.
The entire building shook as Marcus burst. The glass front of the store blew inward, sending snacks flying off the shelves and showering Cal and Amanda with glass shards.
Amanda was in shock. "Ohmygodomygodomygod," she rambled over and over. "She got Marcus. She just popped him."
"Ymmph, M kmma mmfwis." Amanda looked down to see that she was smothering Cal with her pillowy bosom. She rolled off of him as though he were on fire and scooted back against the wall.
"Marcus is gone."
Cal nodded.
"That means you're free."
He nodded again.
She closed her eyes. "Ok then, do your worst. Just please make it quick," she begged, her lip trembling.
Cal had never claimed to be a good man. He couldn't really say for certain if he'd have done things differently had there not been a terror of his making out on the rampage. But at that moment, despite years of torment at her hands, he had no desire to harm Amanda.
Amanda heard a jingle, and opened her eyes as she felt something land in her lap. She looked down to see a box of mints and a key.
"The key will start Marcus' car. He gave me a spare for when he had me work on it. The green mints will deflate you. You'll want to be at a more reasonable size if you're going to make a run for it. You can stay in here if you want, it might be safer. Given the choice, Belly Demon will go after me before she goes after you since I helped summon her. Or you can make a run for it. With the engine in that car, you could be a mile away in half a minute, and even Belly Demon couldn't catch you a that speed. That is, if you can make it to the car. She won't pass up a chance at another bursting."
"What will you do?" she asked.
"Do you care?"
"Not really," she said, standing. "I'm just curious."
"I helped bring this demon into the world. I have to take her out. I have a friend who's a summoner." Cal stood and looked around. There was no sign of Marcus anywhere amongst the devastation. Cal picked up the phone. "Maybe he can help."
"Fine," she said. "It's your funeral. I'm making a run for it." She tucked the mints into her cleavage and ran for the door, jiggling all the way.
"Hey! Amanda! Wait!" He sighed in frustration. "Hey, Seth!"
"Cal?" came the disbelieving response. "Caligula Torvath, sweet heavens I thought I'd never hear from you again! This means you've got good news, right?"
"Good news and bad. The good news is I'm free. The bad news is, the demon that killed Marcus will probably come for me in a minute or two. I need to know everything you know about the Belly Demon's weaknesses."
"We've been waiting for this day, Cal," Seth said eagerly. "We've been working on ways to defeat her since you and Marcus summoned her. Now that you're free you can help us."
"Gladly, not that I have a choice. It's me or her. Now hurry."
"I'm afraid the news is mostly bad. She's immune to most magic..." Key in hand, Amanda poked her head out the door. The scene looked clear, so she ran for the car, ignoring Cal's shouts behind her. The windshield was cracked, but it seemed in working order. She jumped into the driver's seat and adjusted the seat forward. But before her feet could reach the pedals, her jumbo-sized boobs pressed against the steering wheel and bulged up into her face.
"Damn!" she cursed. That was probably what Cal had tried to warn her about. She stepped out of the car, allowing her breasts to drop back down to their resting position, and began fishing through her cleavage. Unfortunately, a cleavage of that magnitude required a lot of searching, as her running had apparently caused the mint box to slide down rather deep. After unfastening two buttons and searching for several minutes, her hands finally clasped upon something and she came up with...
A pack of cigarettes. The ominous sound of flapping wings settled in behind her.
"You know those things'll kill you, don't you? Luckily I'm not nearly as fragile as you, so I have nothing to fear from tobacco."
Amanda shrieked as she spun around. "You!"
"Yes, me," Belly Demon murmured as she pressed a finger into Amanda's navel.
"Noooo! Cal! Help me!" Her belly immediately bulged outward, first resembling pregnancy, then obesity. "What are you doing? I've never done anything to you!"
"No, you haven't, my dear. But you can do something for me."
"Please, don't! I don't want to be turned to a living balloon!" Her already breathtakingly large breasts swelled even more, stretching her blouse across her expanding chest.
"Who are you kidding?" Belly Demon laughed. "You've been a living balloon for some time now. Which means you'll make a much better balloon than your husband. But if you tell me what I want to know, then I won't pop you. I'll just have some fun with you, then I'll let you go." A devilish grin spread across her crimson lips. "Do we have a deal?"
"Unnnh!" Amanda's richly tanned skin was gradually being stretched farther and farther. Her thighs thickened into barrels, her belly became more globular, and her prodigious breasts began to flatten across her enormous girth. Amanda's mind was spinning. If she doesn't pop me, as long as I can get to those green mints I'll be fine. "Ok, whatever you want, please, just don't pop me!"
"Good," Belly Demon purred. "A moment ago you called for 'Cal' to help you. Is Caligula nearby?"
Amanda found it hard to be reassured as her cheeks plumped up and her limbs were disappearing into her body. "Yes, he's here. He's in the shop." She was almost completely spherical now, and the enchantment on her clothing began to fail. The cloth that had magically stretched to accommodate her impossible girth tore at the seams.
"Good. What does he know about my strengths and weaknesses?"
"He doesn't know anything!" she cried. "He was going to call someone to try find out."
"Excellent." It was unlikely he'd discover anything useful. Amanda's shuddering form now towered over the Belly Demon, and she had to raise her arm to keep her finger in place. "You can go now." With a soft pop, she pulled her finger from Amanda's navel.
"Thank you," Amanda breathed, her voice almost a whisper. But her relief was short-lived. She quickly noticed she was no longer touching the sand. "What's happening?"
"Goodbye, Amanda," Belly Demon said, waving as she watched the balloon woman slowly rising from the ground. "I've had my fun, now I'm letting you go."
"I'm floating!" she screamed. The desert breeze was carrying her away.
"Yes," Belly Demon said absently. "Helium will do that."
"No!" But she was already on her way. She began to rotate slowly in the wind. and she saw Belly Demon standing below, a smug grin on her face, then she was facing the sky again. She rose faster and faster, and she felt the pressure inside her slowly rising. "You tricked me!" But she didn't even know if the demon could hear her at this point. The last shreds of her clothing fell away, and she continued to swell. The desert floor continued to recede, and Amanda just kept getting bigger. The gas expanding inside her desperately sought room to spread; her hands plumped up, her feet swelled until they burst from her shoes. Amanda found herself squinting to see over her own bulging cheeks, and the last sound she heard was the familiar groan of overstressed rubber as she reached her limit... The phone call had been only slightly encouraging. When Cal didn't hear the car start shortly after Amanda had left, he'd assumed that Belly Demon had gotten her. When the last remnants of the windows shook from their frames in response the boom from the sky, he was certain. Amanda was gone, and he was next. He grabbed the gun from beneath the counter and ran into the workshop to make preparations.
Cal was fiddling at his workbench when Belly Demon walked in. He heard her footfalls on the cement. She didn't even try to sneak up on him. "Greetings, Caligula." she called.
"Hello, Belly Demon," responded, not even looking up. One hand was adjusting knobs, the other fingered the Desert Eagle tucked into his belt.
"So this is it, I find you cowering in your cave? Any surprises for me?"
"Just this." Cal spun around, took aim at Belly Demon's chest, and fired three silver .50 caliber bullets. She staggered back, but Cal quickly surmised it was more from surprise than from pain. She was laughing.
"Silver bullets? Nice try, Caligula, that almost tickled." She walked right up to him, and Cal backed up against his workbench, dropping his gun. "I'm nigh invulnerable, but you probably just figured that out. There are a few spells that might work, but only the greatest of summoners would know them. You're a pneumaticist. The deadliest of spells you can cast are mere parlor tricks to a demon like me."
Cal stiffened as he felt her hand press against his chest. With a flick of her wrist, she tore his shirt open. He could barely contain his rage at her insult. "It must be embarrassing then that you were captured by a two bit summoner and his clown sidekick." It was the best retort he could muster.
"A little," she giggled, running a single gloved finger down his belly to his navel. "But my revenge will be slow and sweet. Marcus I had to do quickly, but at least I made his woman watch him pop before I did her in. But right now it's just you, me, and all the time in the world." She slipped her finger into his navel, but held back from inflating him for a moment. "So does my little clown have any last words before I turn him into a big clown?"
Cal smiled. "Remember, Belly Demon, I come from a long line jesters and charlatans. The folks in the audience always get their chuckles, but we always get the last laugh." Belly Demon raised a puzzled eyebrow. It was just the delay Cal had hoped for. He shoved the hose from the compressor deep into Belly Demon's exposed navel.
He'd always wondered what would happen if he ever used the pump at its highest setting, and he wasn't disappointed. Belly Demon's eyes grew wide, her mouth formed an astonished O, and she barely had time to let out a squeak of surprise before she blew up like a car airbag. Her arms and legs shot straight out from her body as they filled, immediately breaking her contact with Cal. She flapped her wings and quickly got airborne, and although she managed to pull the hose tight, the nozzle stayed firmly lodged in her belly.
"Curse you!" she screamed as she rapidly ballooned in size. She was the size of a moving van, and continued to inflate under the unrelenting pressure of the pump. Her wings quickly became useless, and she fell back to the ground with a soft thud. Her bloated form quivered as she struggled against the pressure, but it was futile; she was stuck. Cal smiled as Belly Demon took up more and more space in the garage. She was nothing but a huge globe now. Her lower half was rounded and purple, with only her boot-shod feet protruding from her swelling mass. Her midsection was a wide band of pale, turgid flesh, and her top was ridiculously distorted over the stretched out and flattened remnants of her formerly voluptuous curves. Chubby hands with plump fingers wiggled at her sides, and her graceful wings were now comically tiny in comparison to the rest of her. Her face began to fatten as it approached the garage ceiling, but Cal shut off the pump before she reached it.
"That should hold you for a while," he said.
"This won't stop me," she called down to him. He was standing close enough to touch her, but her head was so very far away. "Getting blown up is game to me, and this is a mere inconvenience. You can't destroy me!"
"Actually," Cal said, picking up his gun. "I can."
Belly Demon laughed. "We both know that puny weapon is useless!"
"Not if I aim it right," he said, pointing at her navel.
At this moment, Belly Demon would have paled if she had been human. "Congratulations, so you know of my weakness. Then you also know that a mere popping will just buy you some time until I reform. It takes a lot more power than can be mustered by a little hot air to dispatch me."
"You mean like the kind of power you might find in the mystically charged gas put out by an enchanted pump?" he asked. For the first time, Cal saw fear in the Belly Demon's eyes. "Right now there's enough inside you send you straight back to whatever hell I pulled you from."
The garage echoed with the demon's laughter. It wasn't what Cal had expected. "If you pop me now, it will destroy me and everything and every one nearby. I can see how your hands are shaking. You're a coward, Caligula. You let Marcus enslave you, and you stood by helplessly while I burst your brethren. I've seen into your heart. You'll flee and hope to fight me another day. I'll eventually deflate, and the chase will be on again. All you've done today is postpone the inevitable. In the meantime, I'll be stuck here with nothing better to do than to plan my exquisite retribution."
"Shut up!" But Cal knew she was right. He didn't have it in him to sacrifice himself. His fear took over. The gun fell from his quaking hands, and he stormed from the garage. He had to leave this place. He'd take nothing with him, start anew. If he could get back in contact with his clan, they might be able to work together to vanquish this demon. He'd take Marcus' car, everything would be OK.
He saw the keys laying in the dirt next to the car. He bent down to pick them up when he saw the cigarettes. He froze. It was the pack Amanda had kept tucked in her bosom, he could tell by the curve of the indentations. He picked them up, and he couldn't get the thought of her out of his mind. He didn't mourn for Marcus, he was a monster. But the wizards Marcus had slain, Jenella, Karubh, Sakkoor...he was responsible for them as well. And Amanda, while not the most virtuous of women, hadn't deserved to be sent alone into the desert sky to explode-- Cal's breath caught in his throat. The explosion had come from the sky. Belly Demon had blown up Amanda, filled her helium, and let her float away to burst.
She'd gotten the idea from him.
It wasn't right that he be allowed to walk the earth while a monster he summoned ran amok. I'll end this tonight, one way or another. Cal returned to the garage. And between the car and the doorway, he had a revelation.
"Ah, the clown is back."
"Choose your words carefully, demon, they could be your last." Though it was a cumbersome task, Cal rolled her so that she was on her side, her head close enough to face him. He took care to avoid her hands; one touch, and that could be the end of him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking a trophy," he said, as he snatched the ruby pendant from around her neck.
"That'll do you a lot of good in hell."
"At least as much as it did you." He pulled out a cigarette and brought it to his lips.
Belly Demon chuckled. "I don't know that much about human physiology, but I understand cigarettes are bad for you."
Cal took a long drag. "That's OK, it won't be a cigarette for long."
Belly Demon raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What will it be?"
"It's kind of a magic trick. You see, in the hands and lips of a mortal human, this is just another cancer stick. But when inserted into a Belly Demon filled with magically charged explosive gas, like so," he pressed the filter end of the cigarette into Belly Demon's navel, making sure it was secure, "it becomes a fuse."
"What have you done?!"
"Guess the last laugh is on you, BD. Ciao." He ran from the building.
Belly Demon heard the roar of the engine as Cal drove off, leaving the demon alone with her thoughts and fears. A human in her situation might have panicked and desperately sought a way to deflate. But Belly Demon knew better. She closed her eyes and set to inflating herself. If I can do it fast enough, I can grind out the flame against the wall. She pumped herself bigger and bigger, her skin taking on a rubbery sheen as it stretched tighter and tighter. Her face plumped, her lips swelled with the strain, her hands disappeared into her tumescent bulges. She was mere inches from the far wall when she felt the sharp, searing pain of failure reach her skin.
She did choose her last words carefully. With all her breath she wailed a curse that had never been heard by mortal ears. And the cacophonous roar of flame that engulfed her ensured that it never would. Cal didn't even look back at the flash of light in the distance. His old life disintegrated, and he was streaking towards a fresh start at over a hundred miles an hour. He smiled. It felt good to be free.
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Chapter X : Ringtail Ale
Hot Summer Nights was already getting busy when Karma, Thissle, Shaasta, and Trikks passed through its doors. Floor girls and boys bustled about ferrying succulent platters of meats, breads, and steaming vegetables and serving up a wide variety of exotic drinks to the hungry guests scattered about the central dining room. A band of five musicians and dancers, an eclectic group consisting of a salt and pepper haired male Dwarf, an Elven lad, a youthful-looking Furling Fox boy, and two adult Ornith ducks, were on the stage, getting in some last minute practice before show time. A small party of four Furlings; one Ocelot girl, one humble-looking little male Chinchilla, and two Raccoons; male and female, were already a little tipsy and attempting to dance to the band's rehearsal tunes. At tables in two different corners of the room, sat the obligatory mysterious cloaked figures; one of whom was quietly observing the goings on here, and the other already engaged in what was most likely conversation of gravest concern to a party of six adventurers, also cloaked and hooded. Trikks scanned the room until she was spotted by one of the Floor boys, a handsome Furling Deer, dressed in a leather collar and a black and white lace apron, which was really intended for the Floor girls. The apron was cinched around his waist with a narrow leather belt, from which hung the usual pouches and a wide round paddle at his right hip. A mane of dark red hair, dropping in graceful waves below his shoulders framed his pretty face, and a majestic pair of antlers, each with four sharp points protruded from between his long ears, adding an additional two feet to his otherwise five and a half foot stature. He gave a delighted smile when he saw the party of four lovely ladies, and trotted over on cloven-hoofed digitigrade legs to greet them.
"Trikks!" he said, picking up the Coyote in his arms and holding her tight while smothering her with kisses, "It's about time you dined here again. You've been absent for far too long, m'lady." "Oh, Brannel," she giggled, as he gently set her back down on her feet, "you sure know how to make a humble little artist feel welcome. As for my absence, I realized I was spending way too much here every week, just on your ass alone. So I decided to exile myself for a time from Hot Summer Nights before I could become a pathetic beggar girl." Brannel was grinning like a schoolboy, "Well, thanks for finally brightening our little establishment once more with your presence. And, I see you brought some new lady friends, and very lovely and boinkable lady friends at that, if I may be so bold." "These honeys are distinguished models," Trikks replied, "and anything they order tonight is on me." "Distinguished models?" the deer repeated, "How long have you girls been modeling?"
Thissle stepped forward and posed seductively with one hand on her hip, "Oh, about fifteen minutes, I think. Hiyas, I'm Thissle." "Well, 'tis a pleasure to serve you, m'lady. You look like you are dressed for a bit of action this evening." He brought her hand to his mouth, and gave it a friendly welcoming lick. So, you have been Ms. Trikks' models for a whole fifteen minutes now, eh?" Karma giggled and introduced herself, "Yeppers, that sounds about right, sir. I'm Karma." He repeated his welcoming gesture and smiled warmly; the Rabbit nearly lost herself in their host's large dark eyes, "Are ye good karma or bad karma?" She giggled again, "Is there a difference?" The Deer gave her a sly look and tapped the paddle at his hip, "Bad karma earns you a touch of this; good karma, well, that also earns you a touch of this, but with less coin afterwards." "Well then, I will endeavor to strive for bad Karma, sir." "Oh, please don't address me as sir, m'lady," he touched his collar, "after all, I am merely a humble pleasure pet, much like your Elf here." And with that he gave Shaasta a very thorough looking over. Shaasta, blushing and smiling ever so coyly, assumed a variety of poses for her fellow pet's viewing pleasure. She was thoroughly entranced by this charming buck. He was a pure delight to look at, and carried himself with a grace and pride that suggested that he had already spent several years as a loving but stern owner's pleasure girl.
Brannel knelt behind her to admire the rosy glow on her bottom, "Ah, I see ye are no stranger to the paddle, little doe. And my, what a lovely beast mark you bear." He gently ran his fingers around the outline of the shimmering silver brand that decorated her plush ass, then his fingers moved down to the rose she carried in her rear channel. "Master Varo's signature, so to speak. So, ye were just recently purchased from the Southern Rose. That can only mean ye are top of the line." His hands pressed against the upper curves of her bottom, sliding down the soft southern hills and between her legs to caress her inner thighs. Then he rose to his feet, paced back around and stood towering over her, the scent of his interest in her filling the air about them, "Can ye speak, girl? Have ye a name?" Now blushing even more, Shaasta finally had to avert her eyes from his hypnotic gaze, "Shaasta, sir," she replied, "A Moors Elf from Kalthani I am." "Her name means Tender Hawk," Karma offered. "I am most delighted and enchanted to be in your presence, little Tender Hawk," Brannel said. He wrapped an arm around her with his hand firmly gripping her delightful rear, bent her backwards, and planted his muzzle hard on her soft lips. "And since we are equals, you have no cause to call me sir. Now, you said that you are a Moors Elf?" Shaasta nodded, "I am." "Ergo, you are a shapeshifter." She nodded again.
"I am confuzzled," he confided to her, "You bear an ornithian name, yet you wear a feline tail. So are ye a sometimes hawk, or a sometimes kitty?" "The tail belt is just a little bit of costume Karma and Thissle picked up for me earlier today. I transform into a hawk," she replied. "A very sexy one at that," Thissle added. He smiled sweetly, "Is there any other kind? I do hope that you will show off your feathered form here for us later tonight, if your handlers approve." She looked to Karma and Thissle. They just shrugged, nodded, and smiled. "I'll be more than happy to spread my tailfeathers this evening."
Trikks stepped in, "Sorry to interrupt this little group hug, kids, but can we continue our chatter from a seated position? My feet are dog tired, if you will pardon the pun, and I am absolutely ravenous." "By your leave, m'lady," Brannel replied, performing first a graceful bow, followed by a graceful curtsy. "Please walk this way." He led them into the depths of Hot Summer Nights. Brannel's stride was smooth and graceful, his wide hips swaying hypnotically back and forth with each step. The four ladies followed close behind, their stride matching the dreamy Deer's. Thissle noticed a Furling Mouse gawking at them. "What?" she said, "We always strut this way." Shaasta, as well as the others, couldn't help but notice Brannel's fully exposed bottom, very shapely and well toned. The white treasure trail spread from the inner thighs, covered the inner half of each spankable cheek, and fully up the underside of his short, teardrop-shaped tail, which was held proudly erect. Between his thighs, his treasures were clearly visible, a decent-sized fur covered sac and sheath, from which his maleness was partially protruding. The Elf girl felt her nether regions get warm and slightly damp as she imagined herself underneath this gorgeous buck, his large cock filling her while he rode her from behind. She guessed that Karma, Thissle, and most likely Trikks as well were thinking the same thoughts as she about Brannel, judging by the way their heads were down and their gazes focused on his ass and well endowed package. He was the perfect mixture of both masculine and feminine strength, power, sensuality, and grace. His mistress or master must have invested a tremendous amount of time and energy to produce such a fine pet. Brannel brought them to a table close to the stage and dance floor. "This should do fine, m'ladies. Now remember, I am your humble servant at your beck and call tonight." The girls sat themselves down and Trikks smiled up at Brannel, "Second best seat in the house." "Oh, pardon my indiscretion." the buck looked honestly chastened, "If you would prefer to sit elsewhere, just give the word." "You are such a dear. I can't possibly take the best seat in the house, as that would require distracting you from your work." The Coyote gave him a flirty wink and touched a paw to one of his muscular thighs. "Yes," he agreed, easily catching her meaning, "Mistress Ravenna would not be too happy about her devoted pet allowing you to monopolize his time on such a busy night." Trikks nodded understanding, "I would not want to be the one who causes you to have to take your breaks tonight on your hooves." "And likewise," Brannel countered, "I would feel most saddened knowing that I was the reason your evening here was spent on your feet." They shared a laugh together, then Trikks placed a paw on the buck's hand, "Speaking of your Mistress, where are Ravenna and the kits tonight? Both your mate and Anton are usually found out here on the floor."
"They will all make their appearances later," he replied. "Melody is down in our suite doing her homework, and Anton is in the kitchen helping his mother on the grill," he smiled devilishly, "literally." Shaasta, Karma, and Thissle gave the buck a blank, worried stare. Finally, the Elf worked up the courage to ask the question they were all thinking, "His mother is on the grill? Isn't that...well...dangerous?" The Coyote and the Deer shared another laugh, "Don't worry your pretty little bottom, girl," Trikks reassured her, "They don't serve up sentients here." She turned back to Brannel. "So I take it that you and your mate finally decided to unleash Ringtail Ale on the unsuspecting citizens of Mistport?" The Deer gave an enthusiastic nod; a toothy grin parted his muzzle, "Our only regret is that we didn't do it sooner." "It's doing that well, eh?" "A walloping success it is. 'Tis so popular, we may need to recruit more vessels to keep up with the demand." He stole a glance over at the slightly drunken dancing Furlings, "Two candidates right there," he muttered, then fixed his gaze on the plush, muscular backside of the Ocelot girl, whose Chinchilla boyfriend was struggling to keep her steady on her feet, "Perhaps three, in fact." Trikks chuckled at the enterprising Deer, "But she isn't a Ringtail, and ale may not be..." "Yes, you're right," Brannel agreed, "Something a little higher class for the likes of her. Wine would suit that lovely creature better, perhaps an Azure Depths as the base instead of ale." "It will take a bit of experimenting, but that sounds like a good starting point," the Coyote nodded, "And if it works out, I can draw up a label design for you and bottle it as Blue Rosette."
"Brannel," Karma interrupted. Her formerly worried stare was now a curious gaze. The handsome buck knelt on one knee beside her and looked into her eyes, "Let me guess, little boink bunny, you wish to know what the 'ell Trikks and I are going on about. You wish to know what exactly is Ringtail Ale, and why we are discussing those tipsy Furlings over there and what type of wine would go best with the Ocelot." The Rabbit nodded her pretty head and Brannel rose to his hooves to educate this sweet trio of confused ladies. "Ringtail Ale," he began, sounding like a tour guide at a brewery, "is the most exotic drink known on and beneath the face of all Niath. What is it that makes a simple ale the most covetable delight for the highly refined tastes of Mistport's citizens? What exotic and mysterious ingredient can turn such a common drink into a rare and highly valued rage?" Trikks had a grin on her muzzle that bore a hint of naughtiness, and an even naughtier gleam in her eyes. "Rare? Don't you mean rear?" Brannel boldly brandished his paddle at the Coyote, "M'lady, please do not spoil the moment, lest I turn you over my lap and take pleasure in warming your delicious bottom." "Do so, and you would have to surrender five silvers under my tail," she shot back. "I am no cheap slut. At least, I am not cheap." He returned the board of persuasion to its rightful place on his belt. "Right then, as I was about to say, what makes Ringtail Ale such an exotic and rear, I mean rare treat is the naughty means by which it is prepared." "And if I am interpreting the current intoxicating scent of the arousal which thoughts of Ringtail Ale bring to the two of you," Karma surmised, "then the means by which your highly revered drink is mixed must be one which greatly pleases the Order of the Mink." Her long ears were lying flat against her back, and a sweet moistness began to mat the fur between her thighs. The Coyote and Deer's subtle lust was proving contagious. "It is indeed a process worthy of the Order of the Mink," Trikks agreed. "Except," Brannel corrected them, "this concoction, I am proud to say, is fully a creation from the Order of the Twilight Mists, devised and perfected by Mistress Ravenna and myself."
"Ringtail Ale, as I have mentioned, is prepared in a most unique manner. After its initial brewing, the ale is brewed a second time, only this time it is brewed inside a specially prepared Furling Raccoon over a gehennite flame, then chilled on a block of Beastlands glacier ice and served cold." "Wait a minute," Shaasta interrupted, "You are saying that we would be drinking from a Raccoon's butt?" She looked rather disturbed. "No," Brannel replied, "you would be drinking from a mug. The ale is only brewed in a Raccoon's butt." Thissle pouted, "Aw, 'tis a pity. I would have loved to try it straight from the source." "I do recommend you try it from a mug first," the Deer advised her, "then if you like it enough, I can bring Mistress Ravenna out here so that you can tap the keg." "Sounds sensible to me," Karma agreed. Shaasta still looked confused and shocked, "We would be drinking from a Raccoon's butt?" she repeated. Brannel gently placed a hand beneath the Elf's chin and tilted her head up to meet his gaze, "I can assure you, little boink bunny, there is no cause for concern. My mate's delightful butt gets properly cleansed with gehennite on a regular basis." Karma cocked her head to one side and gave the Elf a puzzled gaze, "Shaasta, what's wrong with you tonight? You've never been this squeamish about anything before." Shaasta smiled sheepishly, "Doesn't the idea of using someone else's ass as a serving vessel seem, i don't know, a little out there?" "Well, if that is what your reservations are about, I would be most happy to brew some Elf Bottom Ale just for you," Brannel offered, "then it wouldn't be someone else's ass you are being served from." Shaasta blushed and thought back to right before Frelic boinked her. He had slipped his fingers up her butt and had her taste her own flavor. She had to admit to herself that she did indeed taste good. "Haven't you ever taildived anyone?" Thissle asked her, "I mean, as notorious as you and Hansen are, and always willing to experience new pleasures, I would assume that your tongue has been under his tail at least once." "Well actually, I haven't," Shaasta confessed, "However, he has tasted me a few times." "We know," Karma replied. "He told us about how he had his tongue up your ass to prepare you for boinking in your hawk form shortly before you two were captured." Thissle smiled innocently at the blushing Elf, "And after hearing his critique, I want to taste your bird butt one of these days. Now come on, girl. Don't tell us your month chained up at the pet shop drove away your great sense of adventure." Shaasta sighed in resignation, "Okay, you win. I'll give it a shot." Trikks happily clapped her paws together, "Oh, very good, very good indeed. You won't regret this at all." She smiled up at Brannel, "Four mugs of Ringtail Ale, please." The Deer gave a graceful curtsy, "Four Ringtails it is then. I will return shortly." He took his leave of the giggle of girls and sauntered off to the kitchen. His long ears twitched as he felt the gaze of four sets of eyes burning into his wide, furry behind as it swayed back and forth like a pendulum with each graceful step.
Karma chirred softly, her ears down flat against her back, "Do you think he might be willing to do Whitetail Ale later tonight?" Trikks smiled at the bunny, "He might, Rabbit, he might. You can always ask him. I'm sure he would be quite willing to accommodate you." "With him," Thissle said, "I'd be willing to forgo the ale part," she licked her soft lips as she envisioned the flavor of venison. Karma touched her paw to the money pouch on her belt. "Ms. Trikks, how much should we tip Brannel when he comes back?" The Coyote thought for a moment, "For four Ringtail Ales, one silver piece should be about right." The Rabbit reached into her pouch and withdrew five copper coins, "So five coppers each then." "Oh, put away yer money, bunny," Trikks said, "Remember, it's all on me tonight." Karma shook her head, "That doesn't include tips. You aren't getting that handsome buck's lovely bottom all to yourself." "Neither are you, Rabbit," Thissle added. She now had a stack of five coppers in front of her as well. She pulled out another five and set them on the table in front of Shaasta, since the Elf wasn't carrying anything save for the tips she received earlier from the sailor bird and Trikks. "Thank-you, Thissle," Shaasta said, "I would have felt bad about not being able to contribute, since I lost all my coin when me and Hansen were taken." "I brought plenty for the both of us," Thissle assured her. Trikks laughed as she looked over the three stacks of copper pieces on the table. She reached into her own pouch and also made a stack of coin in front of her. "I must say, that poor Deer is going to be carrying a genuine buttload of money tonight, twenty from us already, and that is in addition to whatever he had earned before we showed up." Shaasta giggled, "That would explain his girlish stride. I mean, how can you not have such a pronounced hip swish when your bottom is stuffed?" Trikks leaned forward, "I'll let you in on a secret," she said in a mock conspiratorial whisper, "That is Brannel's natural stride. Ravenna likes her buck to be a bit girly. She trained him that way back when he was her apprentice." She put her paw into the large bowl in the middle of the table and took a handful of mixed tropical nuts, which she popped into her mouth. Shaasta and Thissle followed suit. Karma, on the other hand, plucked a violet from the bouquet of various flowers in the vase beside the nut bowl and nibbled on the fragrant petals, "That would explain the black and white lacy apron then. He does look awfully cute in that." Trikks swallowed and took another pawful of nuts, "He does indeed." Finished with rehearsal, the band on the stage started its first number for the evening, a haunting, ethereal piece that was equally suitable for a fast or slow dance. The Coyote stood and stretched, then scanned the room until her gaze landed on a handsome Ornith Eagle, "Well ladies, since it will be a few minutes before Brannel returns, what say we work up our thirsts?"
Thissle, Karma, and Shaasta watched the Coyote saunter across the floor towards the Eagle, every step emanating seductive feminine grace. When she reached her objective, Trikks ran a paw down the Ornith's neck and feathery chest, then commandeered his lap, perching her furry bottom on one muscular thigh. He gently ran sharp taloned fingers over her rump, and the two quietly exchanged some words. The girls were unable to make out what they were saying, but apparently the Coyote had successfully charmed the Eagle. Together, they arose, and with an arm and a wing draped around her, he led Trikks out to the dance floor. Thissle rose to her feet and turned her gaze towards the hooded figure in the corner. He had been joined by a Furling Fox who was clad in a short green tunic and leather belt, the typical uniform of a wizard's or acolyte's apprentice. The two were quietly sipping on chalices filled with a translucent jade green wine while coolly surveying the growing crowd. "Well, let's get to work, girls. We can't let that silly 'yote outdo us." "The Fox is mine," claimed Karma as she and Thissle padded over to the pair in the corner. Shaasta, now alone at the table, scanned the room, seeking a suitable partner. There were so many to choose from, so many species represented here tonight, that the Elf found it difficult to decide where to begin. She considered the Chinchilla she had noticed earlier, but quickly dismissed that notion. He and his companions had returned to the table and he was now comfortably seated on his Ocelot girlfriend's lap. Trying to borrow him for a dance, she determined, would involve a little too much peril. The hairless fellow seated at the next table over from the Ocelot, Chinchilla, and Raccoons looked promising. He was a giant of a man, though not fat by any definition; his mass was obviously the result of years of hard labor such as heavy lifting or working one of the oars of a Tameran longboat. Sporting lightweight buckskin pants and a matching sleeveless top which showcased his massive sun kissed shoulders and arms, he divided his attention between the large stein in his left hand, the smoldering pipe in his right, and the wide assortment of lovely ladies gracing the dance floor. Occasionally, he would turn to his companions to share a comment or short tale, and a hearty laugh. As she looked him over, Shaasta envisioned the feel of the big man's arms around her, holding her close to him while his powerful hands caressed and kneaded and played with her bottom. She also imagined the feel of his stiff cock nested in her tight, moist sex, while his thick fingers probed deep up her ass. In a flash of pure animal desire, all lingering traces of indecision vanished from her mind.
Shaasta rose to her feet and took a deep breath. The gentle touch of a soft, webbed paw on her bare shoulder coupled with the whisper of an equally gentle and soft voice behind her caused her to halt. She turned around to find herself gazing into the large brown eyes of a Furling River Otter. He was a cute one for certain, as was typical of his species, and his eyes reflected an innate cheerfulness. Dressed in naught but a red cotton vest, Shaasta recognized this Furling as the pastry vendor she had flirted at during the trek to Hot Summer Nights. "M'lady," he said. A deep shyness was clearly evident in his voice, "If you are not otherwise occupied, might you honor me with this dance?" He averted his gaze to the floor and a light crimson blush was visible through the white fur of his cheeks. Shaasta took one last look over at the big guy she had originally set her sights on. "I'll do him later," she thought to herself, "The night is still young, and there is plenty of Elf to share." She placed a hand under the Otter's chin, brought his gaze back up to meet hers, and gave him her warmest smile, "The honor would be mine, Water Rat. Come, let's set the floor ablaze." She took his paw in her hand and led him through the crowd out to the dance floor under the withering gazes of countless other guys and some girls who watched with envy, envy at the Furling Otter who, by a stroke of fortune, was graced with the company and attention of a tender, nymphly, naked Elf lass. "Fast or slow?" the Otter asked, "This particular piece is suitable for either." "Let's do it slow to start, "Shaasta purred. She put her arms around his waist; he followed suit, placing his paws on her lower back, and Otter and Elf glided together around the floor. "I must admit, m'lady, I am not the most graceful of dancers," the Furling advised her. Shaasta replied with an understanding smile and friendly reassuring laugh, "You have no cause for shame. You are doing no worse and many times better than most everyone else out here. And truth to tell, I am no ballroom swan myself." "Thank-you for the vote of confidence," he chittered. He gave a timid smile, "and I must say, you are the loveliest and most graceful creature to ever brighten the dance floor, m'lady. Though I dare not let my beloved mate ever hear me say that, lest she warm my bottom until even thinking of sitting down would be painful." "Please, call me Shaasta. As you should be able to tell by my attire, such a noble address is far above my humble status." The Otter nodded understanding, "Aye, m'lady Shaasta. I was wondering about your lack of clothing. 'Tis rather uncommon outside of one of the Order of the Mink's Lodges for those not blessed with fur or feathers to parade about skyclad, save for slaves and pets." "And a pet is what I am, as of this afternoon. I must admit, however; it is taking me some time to adjust to this lifestyle, what with my naked body on display for all the world to see. I feel as if I could drop dead of embarrassment at any time, and doubly so when my bare bottom is showing the fiery blush from a paddling." "I do believe that you will eventually grow comfortable with and even take great pride in your nakedness, m'lady," he predicted. And echoing Shaasta's previous words, he added, "And take heart. You most certainly have no cause for shame." One webbed paw timidly slid downwards, "May I, Shaasta?" She blushed and nodded, "But of course, Water Rat. My butt was made to be used and enjoyed."
Now that he had the Elf's blessing, he moved both paws down and took a firm grip on her bottom, gently kneading her soft southern flesh with his fingers. Shaasta did the same for him, causing an embarrassed smile to cross his muzzle. They closed the half arm's length gap between them so that their bodies were pressed together as one. Her head rested on his shoulder, and the Otter's rapidly stiffening cock lay along the length of the Elf's bare mound. "You do have a pretty bottom, Shaasta," the Otter said as they swayed back and forth to the music. "And if you would take no offense at my saying so, I would very much enjoy seeing it get spanked, and I would enjoy even moreso having the honor of putting you over my lap and paddling your lovely bottom myself." Shaasta closed her eyes and purred seductively, forgetting to be embarrassed as she nuzzled her face against the Otter's brawny shoulder and neck, basking in the sensuousness of his plush furry body against her bare flesh. "You may very well find both wishes granted before the night is gone," she whispered in his ear. Feeling his erection reach completion at her suggestion, she added, "Both wishes and more, unless you fear your mate's wrath brought down upon your own bottom."
The Otter chuckled and gave Shaasta a big musteline grin, "Oh, not at all, m'lady. My precious Issibel does not mind me sampling Niath's finest treasures. And likewise, I do not mind her playing around, as we both know that no matter who we boink or how many, we will end the evening in each others' arms." His fingers found their way under Shaasta's prosthetic tail and teasingly traced down the length of the crevasse formed by her nether cheeks. "Issibel," Shaasta repeated, "such a lovely name. I would guess that she is as pretty as her name sounds." The girl gasped and shuddered at the caress of the Furling's fingers teasing her aft vale. "And before we go any further, does the handsome Otter who is probing my south end have a name, or do I continue to call him Water Rat?" "Oh, forgive my omission, m'lady," he replied, looking genuinely chastened, "Twas a true oversight on my part. You may call me Benden. And 'tis true, Issibel is indeed a most enchanting Otterette. I am most fortunate to have her to share my bed with every night. She works here at Hot Summer Nights, so you should have the pleasure of meeting her later this evening, after her nightly cleansing is complete." He gave a sharp gasp, which was followed by a brief moment of silence when the Elf's fingers found his tight southern star and began probing his depths. "Ah, so she is a dancer here, I presume?" Shaasta playfully wiggled her fingers around inside Benden's ass, causing him to moan. "Issibel is a serving girl," he corrected her, "but all of the serving girls here, whether female or male, often earn some spare coin with their tails. Issibel is a favorite attraction here. On a good night, she can leave here with as much coin inside her as I make in three days pushing the pastry cart." "It sounds like you two have a pretty good thing going and the means for a comfortable life together. Do you have kits, or have you kept your mate on Tempspay?" Benden smiled wistfully, "We have six young'uns," he proudly revealed, "And three of them also now work here. They started two days ago and are putting in a couple hours every evening to earn their apprenticing fees so they can join Uptail Lodge." "Mistport's chapter of The Order of the Mink," Shaasta said. "Yes. Our oldest boy, Denn, wants to become an acolyte. His sister, Faeth, is showing some aptitude for wizardry, and Tizz simply wants to be a Mink Dancer." "Do they lap dance here?" "Denn and Faeth do. But I haven't allowed Tizz to do more than simply be a serving girl and a lap sitter. However, we may allow her to dance tonight under her mother's guidance. After all, she and Dizz are celebrating their tenth year today and she has been begging and pleading for us to allow her to dance like Faeth." He sighed, "I suppose if she is going to be a Mink Dancer anyway, we should let her practice her growing talents. Better she do it under our supervision than for her to sneak off and practice in some seedy tavern where she could end up getting hurt or stolen by slavers." Shaasta nodded understanding, "It would make a nice little birthday present for her. So, will your kits be making an appearance here tonight as well?" "They should be here shortly," Benden replied, "I told them that we would be having a little birthday celebration here for the twins provided they finish their evening chores and after they put in their work time here. They should be showing up within the hour, unless they have been goofing off." Benden's fingers came to rest on the rose Shaasta was carrying, "Hello, what is this?"
Shaasta giggled and blushed, "That bit of silliness? That is merely a long-stem rose." "Is it pinned on, or is it..." "It's planted," she replied before Benden could finish his question. "It's the hallmark of the Southern Rose Pet Shop. Every pet Master Varo and Lilieblume sell receives a rose up her butt. Are you not familiar with the Southern Rose?" Benden fingered the fragrant petals pressed against the Elf's ass and shook his head, "Forgive my ignorance, m'lady, but my family is still fairly new to Mistport, and I have not yet become familiar with more than a small fraction of this lovely town's little quirks and customs. So, the Southern Rose it's called, hmm? 'Tis a pretty clever trademark your Master Varo chose, a rose inserted into your southern star, making the flower a southern rose." He paused to catch his breath, then winced as a passing thought struck him. "Benden, are you okay?" Shaasta asked, "Am I hurting you somehow?" "Not at all, m'lady," he reassured her, "In fact, what you are doing beneath my tail feels most wonderful. You work magick with your fingers. I was merely concerned about you and your rose, specifically the matter of the thorns. I mean, is it not exceedingly dangerous to have those piercing you inside? And even if your aft channel has been properly swabbed with Unicorn salve first, would not the thorns still cause unfathomable agony up your butt?" Shaasta laughed and ground her body hard against Benden's, while working her fingers deeper up inside him, "There is no cause for alarm, silly Otter. Varo's roses are thornless. Whether they are grown that way or Lilieblume clips the thorns off, they are perfectly safe." She thrusted her bottom out for Benden, "Go ahead and remove it; see for yourself." Benden took a tender grip on the flower's stem at the base of the bloom, and gently extracted the rose from the Elf's butt and examined it closely, noting the raised nubs where the thorns used to be, "It has been clipped," he announced. He ran the stem over his tongue, taking in the flavor of Elven naughtiness mingled with cinnamon, "You are most delicious, Shaasta. I would very much love to sample your ass further should we have the chance to retreat to more intimate surroundings later this evening. He put the rose in the Elf's hair, behind her left ear, "I presume you submit to gehennite cleansings on a regular basis?" The Otter's assessment of her nether charms as if he was judging wines at a fair caused Shaasta's face to redden yet again. She nodded her head and briefly averted her eyes, "Aye, 'tis gehennite. We received weekly cleansings during our time at the Southern Rose. Master Varo says that just as no two snowflakes are alike, no two people
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"Your Master Varo sounds like a well-educated fellow," Benden said, "I may have to expand my route soon so that I can service and visit his shop." "He is indeed quite knowledgeable about a great array of subjects," Shaasta agreed, "Some of it he learned from his Halfling pet, but most of his knowledge and wisdom was accumulated during his years as an adventurer." "Aye, I often envy those who have taken up that lifestyle and let the world be their teacher." The Otter sighed wistfully, "I do enjoy listening to the tales they often like to tell as they purchase my wares, and I have picked up on many lessons gleaned from their adventures and misadventures." "Well, I certainly have plenty of both that I can talk about." Shaasta took a quick look around the room to see how her companions were faring. Thissle and her partner had returned to the corner table, where the Dragon girl was now sitting centered on his lap. Her back was against his chest, and her wide bottom was rubbing and grinding hard over his groin. Judging by the expression on his face and the way he was holding her, right hand pressed hard against her waist and the left hand down the front of her partially unlaced dress, the Elf guessed that Thissle was now fully and properly impaled on the man's cock. Karma and the Fox were burning up the dance floor. Like Thissle's partner, the Fox was holding the rabbit from behind. His arms were wrapped snug around her and they swayed and ground in perfect unison to the beat of the music. He was obviously locked and knotted inside of Karma, as the back of her dress was partially hiked up and her eyes were partially closed, though Shaasta couldn't tell whether Karma was being taken traditionally or up the ass. Trikks was the most impressive of the three, "By the Mink," Shaasta gasped, "there's something you don't see every day."
Benden turned his head to see what Shaasta was going on about. The Coyote and Eagle had their arms wrapped tight around each other. His wings were spread and flapping slowly so that the two dancers were hovering a Halfling's height off the floor. Trikks had an ecstatic expression on her muzzle, and her hips were bucking hard against the Ornith's, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that she was in fact being fucked in mid-air. "Ah, the Falcon and the Mink," the Otter said, "That is actually a ritual dance, highly revered of course by..." Shaasta interrupted him to complete the thought, "By the Order of the Mink, I presume?" "Yes," the Otter confirmed, "and by the Order of the Falcon as well, for that matter. The complete version is frequently practiced by both orders. It is said that many millenia ago when they were still mere mortals, Lord Azoral and his pet sister, Lady Ishtar, coupled together in mid-air for three days and three nights non-stop in their Ornith Falcon and Furling Mink forms. Six months later, their first daughter, Lady Halanith, future Mistress of the Beastlands, was born." Shaasta was quite impressed, "Oh my! Three days of nonstop airborne boinking? That gives a whole new meaning to giving a flying fuck." "Actually," Benden corrected her, "that is where the expression originated." "So then," Shaasta said, "for one who has never led a life of adventure, how did you come upon this bit of lore?" "As I said previously," the Otter replied, "in my line of work, I hear many tales and pick up on many little tidbits of ancient history. In this case, my knowledge was gleaned from Zorahs himself," he gestured towards the Eagle who was dancing above the crowd while fucking the Coyote girl. "Last night, he demonstrated the Falcon and the Mink, the condensed version like they are doing now of course, three, no, four times." "Four flying fucks?" Shaasta exclaimed, "That bird must have legendary endurance." "That he does indeed," Benden replied, "And 'tis no surprise either, considering he is, in fact, a high level acolyte in the Order of the Falcon. So anyway, he first took to the air with my Issibel and demonstrated how the dance was traditionally performed." "Except that they didn't dance anywhere near three days and three nights." "Correct, they danced just long enough for them both to reach the summit of the Mink's Mountain. No sooner had they landed and his cock was extracted from my mate, Zorahs gently wrapped his arms around Denn and showed how the Falcon and the Mink was performed when a boy takes on the role of the girl." He gestured towards Karma and her Vulpine partner, who was still taking her from behind while swaying and grinding to the music. "It was much like the way that Fox and Rabbit are dancing over there. Except, they were in the air and Zorahs' cock was buried up my son's ass of course." Shaasta solemnly nodded; her arousal was rapidly strengthening within her as Benden described the Eagle's recent boinking spree, "Up the ass of course, and after he was finished with your boy?"
"After Denn's bottom was filled with the Eagle's seed, it was Faeth's turn. He made the mistake of asking her which way she wanted to try it. She couldn't decide, so she compromised, and Zorahs ended up taking her both ways." Benden smiled and his eyes reflected a twinkle of pure fatherly pride. "Such an amazing girl my daughter is. Just barely thirteen summers now and Faeth is already demonstrating talents on par with her mother. Denn is quite skilled with his assets as well, but Faeth is truly gifted and blessed beyond all expectations." "So then, she should earn her apprenticing fee in no time at all," Shaasta guessed. The Otter nodded his head several times, "That she will indeed," he agreed. "In fact, last night she earned more copper, silver, and even gold than Issibel. By the time we went home, Faeth was carrying so much coin under her tail, she could barely walk. We were so proud of her, and little Dizz was jealous of her big sister because..." The Otter's chatter was abruptly silenced. Unable to resist the desire aching between her legs any longer, Shaasta subtley worked her hips against Benden's, and without missing a beat, she impaled herself with one quick and smooth motion on the Otter's thick, hard cock, taking his full length deep inside her sex.
Benden's breath escaped him and his eyes nearly rolled back in his skull when his shaft was unexpectedly driven into and engulfed by the Elf's feminine depths. She was so hot inside, and so tight that had he not known better, he would swear that he had just penetrated a tender-tail virgin. "Shaasta," he moaned, engaging in a mental struggle to prevent his loins from unloading his seed into her so soon, "this is a thousandfold greater than even I had anticipated." His fingers again probed beneath Shaasta's tail until he found that tight little opening where her southern rose had been planted. The tip of one finger teased around the rim, while a second finger gently caressed and pressed against the smooth spot between the Elf girl's anus and cunt. "Aw, sweet Otter," Shaasta purred; her eyes were half closed and her hips were bucking hard against Benden, drawing him rapidly upwards towards the summit of the Mink's Mountain, "you shame me with your tender words." She was gradually working them back to her table, where she would take his lap and bring their dance to its climactic conclusion. "But 'tis true, m'lady," Benden swore. He was working as hard as the Elf, his hips gyrating and pounding against hers, perfectly synchronized with the band's heavy drum beat. "You present a great paradox, Elf," he informed her, "Your moves out here are clearly those of a girl who has been to the Summit countless times. Yet inside, you are as a young maiden who is making her first climb." His finger penetrated the Elf's tight butthole, mingling with the coins she carried, and tickling the inner wall of her rear passage. They reached the table. Shaasta removed her fingers from the Otter's butt and guided him down onto her chair, all the wile keeping his pulsing cock nested to the hilt inside her. She sat facing him, her feet not quite touching the floor as she straddled his thighs, and her naked bottom traced wide circles around his lap. She playfully rubbed her nose against his and touched her soft lips to his muzzle, "There is no paradox," she claimed, "What you feel is one of the benefits of fucking an Elf. We don't wear down like many other races do." Since her explanation was absolutely true, she saw no need to mention the Pixie Salve Varo had treated her ass and cunt with before she left the Southern Rose. "To the Fey Folk!" Benden toasted, despite his paws being too occupied with Elven tail to properly lift a drink, which he didn't have anyway, "May they never vanish from the face of Niath." As the music crescendoed, Shaasta lowered herself back so that she was lying down along the length of the Otter's legs. Her own buckskin-clad legs rose up along Benden's arms and hooked over his shoulders. With the Elf in this position, he was forced to remove his fingers from her ass. The girl gasped as the coins inside her shifted to fill the space vacated by the Otter's digits. The gasp became a soft moan when his webbed paws gently caressed and kneaded her smooth, bare inner thighs.
As she lay inverted on Benden's lap, still writhing to the feral beat while the Otter's cock continued to pound a counter rhythm inside her, Shaasta took note of the activities taking place around her. The music was nearing its climax, as were Thissle and her partner. The Dragon girl's writhings on the man's lap had reached a frenzied peak; he was holding her so tight and the grim expression on his face was so intense, there was no doubt that the lap dance had reached its orgasmic conclusion and his hot, sweet juices were now filling Thissle's even hotter depths. Karma and her partner had given up all pretense of actually dancing. Having returned to the corner where his companion and Thissle were squirming together as one, the Fox had the Rabbit simply bent over the table. The back of Karma's buckskin minidress was hiked way up out of the way, and he was ramming her hard from behind. His groin slammed over and over against Karma's wide, furry bottom and his long, hard cock thrust steadily in her sex, pumping in and out of her in sync with the beat of the music. Soon, however, Fox and Bunny joined the other two atop the summit of the Mink's Mountain. His thrusts inside her warm, slick depths came to an abrupt halt; he bent himself over Karma's back and his jaws clamped down on her neck, not hard enough to harm her, but with sufficient strength to hold the Rabbit in place while he filled her aching cunt with his passion. Karma's head was raised back as the Fox's teeth pressed into her neck. Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth was open as she gasped for breath. Her wide hips bucked violently under his weight, and Shaasta could see the Bunny's ass and thighs flex rhythmically, milking her partner's juices from his loins. Despite the blatant display of unbridled animal lust taking place at the corner table, the Fox and the Rabbit drew very little attention from the other revelers. Most of the crowd was fixated on Trikks and Zorahs squirming together in the middle of the room, high above the dance floor. As they neared completion of the Falcon and the Mink, they lay horizontal in mid-air. The Coyote was violently thrashing about beneath the Eagle. His beak was gently nuzzling and pecking all over her neck, shoulders, and breasts. While one arm was wrapped securely around her waist, Zorahs' other arm was under Trikks' tail, his fist planted past the wrist up her ass, pumping hard in time with the rhythmic thrusts of his large cock buried in her tight cunt.
Shaasta pressed her ass hard against Benden and spread her arms out. The moment for her big finishing move had finally arrived. She swayed back and forth like a snake, then raised her right leg off the Otter's shoulder. The other leg came up and pressed against the back of her thigh, and the Elf performed a graceful one hundred eighty degree roll so that she was now lying face-down on Benden's lap with her arms wrapped around his lower legs, her thighs hugging his hips, and her luscious bare ass gyrating and shaking teasingly in the air. As expected, Shaasta heard Benden moan, felt his webbed paws grasp her bottom and begin playing it like a drum with quick, stinging swats, and finally felt the much anticipated sticky warmth of his seed filling her sex. The pulsing of the Otter's cock as it squirted his life juices into her pushed Shaasta over the edge. The fiery kiss of orgasm rippled through her sweet body, and the Elf's gyrations and writhings grew more frenzied. This drew Benden even further into the seething furnace of pure animal passion. His orgasm reaching its fevered climax, Benden took a powerful two-handed grip on Shaasta's bottom, his claws digging hard into her soft flesh, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to send needles of sweet pain coursing through the Elf's backside and drive her deeper into the flaming abyss. His paws forcefully spread Shaasta's nether cheeks apart, exposing her beautiful little southern star. With the agility and flexibility that his species was famous for, the Otter bent forward and buried his face in the squirming girl's butt; his tongue penetrated her tight treasure hole, thoroughly moistening her rear passage. He lingered for a full half minute in Shaasta's bottom, savoring the decadent flavor of her cinnamon naughtiness before finally coming up for air. Sitting upright once more, he reached into an inner pocket in his vest and produced not one, but two large gold coins. He inserted them one at a time into Shaasta, pushing them as deep as he could up her butt, to join the silver and copper coins she was already carrying. The Elf's writhings were starting to wane, so Benden put his arms around her and gently pulled her up back to a seated position on his lap. Her back was pressed against his chest and her cunt was still impaled on his cock, which remained erect inside her. He tenderly caressed and played with Shaasta's hips and her soft, yet subtly muscular bare thighs and playfully nuzzled and nipped at her neck while they quietly basked in the afterglow of their shared passion.
"M'lady," Benden purred in her ear, "that was truly one of the finest couplings I have ever had the fortune to experience. That final move was most amazing. Never have I seen a dancer perform such a trick. You should teach that one to Denn and Faeth one of these times." Shaasta giggled and rested her head on his shoulder, "Truth be known, that was the first time I had ever attempted such a feat." His paws glided down her hips and caressed her inner thighs, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the Elf, "Well you most certainly pleased and impressed this Otter tonight. And if the sweet lady would pardon my brashness, I must also declare that your bottom is one of the most wonderful I have ever tasted." She sighed and blushed again, then whispered in his ear, "No pardoning is required, love. And I would like to take you up on your offer before the night is finished. If we can find a more intimate place to retire to, ye may indulge your decadence and sample my naughtiness in much greater depth." "If you two need a quiet place to escape to, Ravenna and I have a suite downstairs that you can use." Startled by the unexpected interruption, Shaasta and Benden looked up to see Brannel standing over them. Accompanying the Buck was a cute, perky Otter girl. She was dressed in nothing but a short, lacy, black and white apron identical to the one Brannel wore, and she was carrying a tray with four frosty mugs of ale. "Oh, Brannel!" Shaasta said, "You startled me real good there. I didn't hear you arrive."
The Deer laughed and patted the Elf's thigh, "What with this rowdy lot here tonight," he gestured towards the crowd out on the floor cheering Zorahs and Trikks along, "stealth is no challenge even for the most heavy footed. Anyway, your drinks are here and ready. Issibel, if you would?" He smiled at the Otter who was waiting quietly behind him. She set the tray down and dispensed a mug to each place setting. "Issibel?" Shaasta repeated the girl's name and glanced at Benden, whose eyes were transfixed on the wide, plush backside of the Otterette as she served, "This sweet little creature is your precious mate you have been telling me about?" "In the fur," Benden replied and commenced introductions, "Shaasta, this is my lovely Issibel. Issibel, this is Shaasta; she just finished performing the second best lap dance I have ever known." Issibel smiled at Shaasta, then turned to her mate, "Did you fuck her?" Brannel smiled warmly at Shaasta, "Aw look. The Elf is blushing again." "Yeppers, you fucked her," Issibel concluded. "Shaasta tends to blush a lot," Benden explained, giving her rump an affectionate pat. "It is so cute when her face turns red like that." "And when her lovely bottom has been properly paddled, the blush in her aft end complements the blush in her face quite well," the Deer added.
Issibel padded over to the Elf and pressed her muzzle to her lips, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Shaasta," she said. Her voice was soft and childlike, "I trust ye are keeping my dear mate in line?" She gave Benden a playful smack on the flank, and he returned the favor with a firm swat on Issibel's wide, furry rump. "No worries, m'lady," Shaasta assured her, "Benden has been a perfect gentlefur thus far." Issibel pressed her muzzle to her mate's and giggled, "Well, he's perfect at least. But if he misbehaves too much, feel free to put him over your lap and put that lovely paddle there to proper use on his cute bottom." She reverently patted Thissle's apprentice's paddle which was lying on the table. This time, it was Benden's turn to blush, "If she does, would I have to coin her, or would she have to coin me?" Brannel shrugged, "That is a difficult question best left to the Mink's High Sages on Kamanawannaleia. But I would wager to say that who coins who would depends on which of you enjoys the paddling the most." "So then," Benden said, putting his paw under Issibel's tail and slipping a finger up her butt, "speaking of sore bottoms, how was your cleansing tonight, love?" "I'm still a bit tender inside," she replied, "and Anton had a moment of clumsiness. He accidentally dripped a little bit of gehennite on my rump and thighs." She reached behind herself and gingerly rubbed her ass as she recalled the experience. "Fortunately, he was quick enough with the Beastlands ice to put the flames out before they could spread and make me a Fire Maiden." "I do wish to apologize again for that incident," Brannel said, giving Issibel's rump a squeeze, "I have seen to it that my son will never make that mistake again." "I do appreciate you thoroughly paddling his bottom for his error," the Otter girl replied, "but I still think the other part of his disciplining is rather harsh for what amounted to naught more than a temporarily superheated bottom." Benden cocked his head to one side and gave the Buck a curious gaze, "What did you do to Anton after you spanked him, that even my own dear mate would find too severe?"
"First, I must remind you that we are of the Order of the Twilight Mists," Brannel explained. "When it comes to instilling discipline, we make the Minks look like the Order of the Cute Little Pink Fluffy Bunnies. We do not do anything half-assed. When punishment is decreed, it is carried out in full force so that there is no doubt in the recipient's mind that she is indeed being punished." He took his paddle off his belt and gave his own muscular rump a hard swat for emphasis. Having some glimmer of an idea where this was going, Shaasta gave her bottom a sympathetic rub and coaxed the Deer to continue, "So i take it that this was indeed terribly excruciating, most likely involving more pain administered on his rear?" "In his rear is more accurate," he corrected her, "To really drive the lesson home, my son is working the rest of the night with a long plug of gehennite up his butt." "Ooh, ouch," Shaasta said, wincing again, "I bet that is going to affect his job performance a bit." "Just a little," Brannel assured her, "Just like myself and Mistress Ravenna, Anton and Melody have learned to work under conditions of extreme discomfort, and I do mean extreme." Shaasta nodded and smirked, "Anton would really fall for Delilah then. She's my Master's other pet, and she is quite addicted to gehennite for some reason. Perhaps the next time we visit Mistport, she can join us."
Benden removed his finger from his mate's butt and put it in his mouth, "Mmm, most wonderful," he purred, "I may have to take both you and Shaasta down to the Dungeon Suite tonight, love." "Oh! a three-way," Issibel exclaimed, "We haven't done that in ages. If time permits and if one of the others can fill in for me..." Brannel put a hand on the Otter girl's shoulder, "I'll talk to Ravenna and see what we can arrange. Now, speaking of sore bottoms, I hope your girlfriends finish up with their clients soon. We wouldn't want their drinks to get warm." Benden's whiskers twitched at the mention of drinks, "Oh? What are ye drinking tonight?" "It's called Ringtail Ale," Shaasta replied, "It's brewed in a Furling Raccoon's..." "Yes yes, I know what Ringtail Ale is," the Otter interrupted her, "I haven't tried it yet myself, but I have heard that it is truly something to write home about." "Are you going to give it a shot tonight?" Brannel asked, "I can guarantee that you won't regret it." "Benden shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head, "Okay, you twisted my tail. I figure that I have tasted plenty of behinds as it is, so why not go ahead and finally see if your mate's ass is as tasty as everyone has been raving about?" "You heard the order, Issibel," Brannel said, "One mug of Ringtail Ale for your Otter." He sent the girl on her way with a firm smack of his paddle on her furry butt, then he took his leave of Benden and Shaasta to go wait on other customers.
After Issibel disappeared back into the kitchen, Benden adjusted the Elf's position on his lap so that she was perched sidesaddle, with her legs draped over his and her bare bottom exposed for the viewing pleasure of all passersby. "So then, m'lady," he said. One paw was once again idly playing with Shaasta's butt, "if ye have no other plans for late tonight, would you and your companions honor us with your presence at Dizz and Tizz's little birthday celebration?" Shaasta nodded and smiled, "I'm all for it. But I will have to ask Thissle, Karma, and Trikks first. After all, I am just the pet, and tonight, Karma is the one in charge. However, I am pretty certain that they will accept your invitation." Benden happily clapped his paw on the Elf's bottom, causing her to squirm playfully on his lap and renew his erection inside of her, "Oh, that is most wonderful. Dizz will especially be excited to meet and yakkity-yak with you, since you and her have some major interests in common." "Oh? Like what?" "Well for starters, she is showing signs of submissiveness." Shaasta cocked her head to one side, "You mean Dizz is her brother's pet sister as I am?" Benden laughed and shook his head, "Pet sister? My, you are naughtier than I thought. But no, 'tis nothing like that, at least not yet. She does tend to idolize Denn though. And she is most definitely a daddy's girl, always wanting to be with me when she isn't with her big brother, and always quick to submit to the paddle when she knows that she has been a bad girl. Still, I can see her putting on a collar some day and dedicating her life to serving a loving but strict master." Shaasta smiled and nuzzled Benden's neck again while his paw continued to idly toy with her rump, "With the right owner, it really isn't a bad lifestyle to fall into." "Aye," the Otter agreed, "so I have heard. In fact, Issibel and myself have a similar arrangement." "Really? Which one of you is the pet?" "Odd as it may seem," he replied, "we both are. When we became mates, we vowed to be submissive to each other. She keeps me in line and disciplines me as she deems necessary, and likewise, I keep her in line and discipline her as required, or as either of us desires." Shaasta nodded her head and caressed the edges of Benden's ears, "It sounds like a good arrangement. But perhaps you should make it official and receive each other's mark on your behinds." "You mean get branded?" Benden winced at the thought of his mate's perfect bottom being marred by a hot iron. "Yes. Both of you are pretty hot properties, and without a beastmark, any slaver who sets his eyes on your tails would take you down and collar you in an instant." "Do you really think so?" "You bet your ass," Shaasta replied. "In fact, I think those two over there might, at this very moment, be harboring thoughts of taking you." She very subtly gestured in the direction of a Furling Bat and a Furling Tigress three tables over to their left. The two Furlings were definitely eyeing them and making occasional comments to each other, as if taking mental notes. "Those two, eh? You really think they might be slavers?" "I don't know for sure," Shaasta admitted, "but they do seem to carry the same air of dominance and authority that Master Varo has."
"You have an outstanding sense of perception, Tender Hawk." Shaasta turned her attention away from the two Furlings and looked up at Brannel, who had returned to check up on them. "Those two are Syrinx and Sheena," he said, giving the Bat, Tigress, and the collar-clad Furling Pony who just now joined them a friendly nod and smile. "They actually own the Hinterteil Pet Shop up north in Coralport. And that lovely Pony attending to them is Merriweather, their pet." Merriweather gave Brannel, Shaasta, and Benden a coy smile when she noticed their gaze, then prompted by the affectionate open-handed swat Syrinx planted on her soft but muscular rump, she knelt submissively beside her Master and awaited his command. "So, what are they doing here in Mistport?" Shaasta asked, "Are they like spying on Master Varo and the Southern Rose or something?" "Oh, not at all," Brannel laughed. "No, Syrinx and Sheena are in town to work out some possible trades with Varo. And they have rented a couple suites from us here for themselves and their merchandise they brought down with them. I can introduce you to them if you wish." "Perhaps a bit later," Shaasta replied. "I'll take a rain check on that," Benden said, "I don't want to risk them stealing me or anything." "Silly Otter," the Deer chided him, "Syrinx and Sheena are respectable business folk, and highly revered in Coralport. They would never outright abduct anyone in order to increase their inventory." "Just like Master Varo and Lilieblume," Shaasta added, "They are shop owners, not brigands or mercenary slavers." "Oh. Well, what do I know," the Otter smiled sheepishly, "After all, I'm just a lowly pastry vendor." He focused his gaze on the kneeling Pony girl, "They do have good taste in pets, I must admit." "They do indeed," Brannel agreed, "Merriweather there is a real sweetheart. I played with her last night, and let me tell you, that girl can fuck like a rabbit in season. She was expensive, but well worth the price for a full night." Benden's whiskers twitched, "Really? I may have to talk with her Master after all before the night is through, and see if he would let me use her for a bit."
"If you have the coin, they will not say no," Brannel assured him. "But just be wary. Syrinx may not steal victims to become pets, but he can be extremely persuasive when it comes to convincing worthy candidates to sell themselves to his shop. He even managed to talk Count Morland's daughter into selling herself to him." "Who's Count Morland?" Shaasta asked. "He is the one who rules this region from Harrjsson Fjord, a day's journey south of Mistport, to just beyond Coralport in the north, and Granite Heights to the west." "And he didn't mind his daughter selling herself into a life of servitude?" Benden asked. "Of course he minded," Brannel shot back, "However, since she had already received her beastmark and the papers had been signed by the time he got to her, there was nothing he could do except give her a spanking, with her new owners' permission of course, and wish them the best together." "Okay," Benden said, "if I do talk to Master Syrinx about boinking his pet, I will keep wary and watch my ass." "Because Syrinx and Sheena most certainly will be," Brannel and Shaasta said in unison. "Now on that note," Brannel said, "I must take my leave of you again for a short time. I need to check on some of the preparations for the Count's arrival tonight." "Count Morland is coming here tonight?" Shaasta asked. "Indeed he is. His daughter is in town, and will be playing here tonight. Since she tends to keep a rather busy schedule, this is the ideal place for them to meet." And with that, Brannel performed another dainty curtsy and sauntered back to the kitchen.
"Oh good," Shaasta said, "It looks like Karma and Thissle are finally finished. She failed to stifle a chuckle as the Human and Fox extracted themselves from her companions' posteriors, then bent the girls over, inserted a gold piece and a few silvers up their butts, and escorted them across the room back to their own table. "It's about bloody time," the Elf jabbed at them, as the two newcomers sat down and Rabbit and Dragon perched themselves on their partners' laps. "We were afraid your ales would get warm by the time you got back over here." Thissle shrugged and picked up her mug. She took a dainty sniff at its contents and smiled. "It was a long song," she argued, then took a sip of the cold, pale liquid. "So naturally, that made for a long dance," Karma added. Like Thissle, she took a sniff at her drink, and followed it with a tentative sip. Her ears dropped back seductively against her back as the sweet exotic flavor spread over her tongue, "and we still finished before the music did." "What a strange definition you have of dancing, silly Rabbit," Shaasta said, "I may have to look it up in a lexicon later, but I'm pretty sure that dancing is not synonymous with plain, outright fucking." Karma shrugged and stuck her tongue out at the Elf, "So what? Perhaps it is the same in some languages. If not, we can always petition whoever is in charge to change that." She took a deeper sip of her drink, draining half the mug down her throat, "Amazing! This is like nothing I've ever tried before." Thissle nodded her head and giggled, "Yeah, who would have thought a Raccoon's butt could taste so delightful?" The Human whose lap Thissle was gracing gave a quizzical look, "Er, a Raccoon's butt? Pardon my ignorance, but what are you drinking?" Karma held up the mug for all to see, "It's a house specialty here. They call it Ringtail Ale. It is pretty unique to say the least." "Yeah," Thissle added, "freshly brewed inside the naughty end of a Furling Raccoon and chilled with Beastlands ice. Wanna sip, Arthur?" The man shook his head and waved the mug away, "Uhm, no thanks. I'll stick with the more traditional brews for now. "Okay, suit yourself. But you are missing out on a real treat here," she shrugged her shoulders and took another sip. "Mmmm, we need to get Master a few bottles of this." "I'd like to try it," the Fox whose lap Karma decorated said, "I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, more if I'm tied up." Karma handed her mug to him and he took a sampling. He nodded his head and licked his chops approvingly, "The girls are right, Master. You are missing out on a real treat. Though truth to tell, I would really like to try a Bunny brew of some sort sometime." Karma took her mug back and giggled, the insides of her ears reddening a bit as she momentarily averted her eyes, "Oh, Syrano. You really have a knack for making a girl blush." Shaasta, who had yet to try hers, hefted her mug and took a deep breath, "Well, bottoms up," she toasted, and took a long pull. "I think you're right, Thissle. Master would appreciate this. Hansen would like it as well." Thissle gave Shaasta a knowing smirk, "I'm always right. So anyway, where is Brannel at, and when is Trikks going to get her furry ass back over here?"
"I'm right here," Brannel replied, as he once again made an appearance at their table. This time, Issibel had returned with him, with a rather large platter bearing a number of frosty mugs and steins, and plates of appetizers. She set one mug in front of her mate, then presented her backside to him so he could insert the obligatory one silver for the drink and five coppers for the gratuity. "Thanks, love," she said, also accepting an affectionate pat on the ass from Benden and planting a kiss on his cheek. "I'll chatter with you later. Got customers to serve, y'know." And with that, she took her tray and padded away the room to deliver her orders, the swish in her gait a little more pronounced as the coins under her tail shifted and settled inside her. "Hey, looks like your 'Yote friend and her partner are finally finished with their demonstration," Benden noted, afte
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r Issibel disappeared into the crowd. A raucous cheer, punctuated by the noise of mugs banging on tables filled the room. The music had ended at last and Trikks and Zorahs had finally landed. The Eagle extracted himself from the Coyote, helped her to her feet, and the couple acknowledged the crowd with the usual bows and curtsies. As they worked their way through the throng, several revelers gave their thanks so that by the time they reached their table, both of them were carrying a considerable amount of coin under their tails. Trikks had a rather smug expression on her muzzle, while Zorahs looked a little embarrassed over the attention his posterior had suddenly received. Zorahs took a seat at the table, and Trikks cuddled on his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder and gave a contented sigh, "Oh, Z, that was absolutely wonderful. I could feel the magick in the air and inside me." The Eagle replied with a soft laugh and gave Trikks a friendly squeeze on the rump, "That wasn't magick inside you, m'lady," he corrected her, "That was me inside you." She giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then picked up her mug, "Aw, 'tis just silly semantics, bird brain. Every time you fuck me, it is pure unbridled magick." The Coyote took a long drink of her ale, then licked the foam off her muzzle. "Brannel, m'boy," she said, "Give my compliments to your mate, and especially to your mate's butt. She makes one fine Ringtail Ale indeed." "That is what is on tap tonight?" Zorahs asked, "Bring me a double then, if you please." "There's a fresh batch brewing now," the Deer informed him, "It should be ready shortly." He then turned to the other new arrivals who had joined the Coyote's party, "And what would you two gentlemen like?" "I'll go with a Ringtail," the Fox declared. "You should too, Master. It really is quite delightful." "It seems a strange concept," the man replied, "but then again, I have imbibed potions brewed in more esoteric manners than this ale in my day. So why not?" "Good choice, sir" Brannel said, "You won't be disappointed." He turned to leave, but Trikks stopped him. "Brannel, I believe that you are forgetting something of great importance." She held up a silver piece. The Deer held out a hand to accept it, but the Coyote playfully slapped it away. "No, love. You should take your payment the way the other girls here take theirs." Brannel sighed and a soft reddening was visible through the white fluff of his cheeks. "As you wish, m'lady," he conceded. He turned around and bent forward slightly, presenting his delicious-looking bottom to Trikks. The Coyote pressed the silver coin between Brannel's nether cheeks, and in one smooth motion, pushed it well up inside his depths. The five coppers she had set aside for gratuity followed the silver one at a time. "There, that wasn't so bad now. Was it?" She smiled and gave Brannel's bottom a firm smack with her paddle. "And the other's also wish to contribute as well." Brannel, blushing even more now, as the people at neighboring tables were watching the payment proceedings with tremendous amusement, meekly went around the table and presented his rear to Thissle, Karma, and finally Shaasta, so that they could also insert their five coppers each as Trikks had done. Now, with his south end filled with coins, the Deer again took his leave of the party and returned once more to the kitchen, bearing and even more exaggerated swish in his stride than before.
"So then," Trikks said, "I see our little party has grown a bit since that last dance. Will someone please make introductions?" "Certainly, m'lady of the Mink." The man whose lap Thissle decorated lowered his cowl to reveal a head of shoulder-length salt and pepper colored hair which framed a face that showed the early signs of middle age. Trikks guessed he had seen at least forty Summers already, perhaps a bit more. He coaxed Thissle off his lap and gracefully rose to his feet. "I am Arthur," he said, taking the Coyote's paw in his hand and planting a polite kiss on her fingers, "a hermitic Wizard, initiated with the Order of the Wild Rose." Trikks gave Arthur her sweetest and most sincere smile, "Ah, 'tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Arthur of the Rose. I am Trikks, merely a humble artist and initiate in the Order of the Mink, as you had already correctly guessed. And who is this lovely young Voop?" The Fox followed Arthur's lead, gently put Karma off his lap, rose to his feet, and planted a gentle lick on the Coyote's paw, "I'm Syrano, m'lady," he replied, "I am Master Arthur's apprentice. We have a small cottage deep in the woods two days' journey east of here. Master thought it would be good for me to get some exposure to town life in order to help me appreciate the solitary lifestyle of our Order, so he brought me with him on his semi-annual expedition here to Mistport to stock up on various supplies." "Enough, Syrano," Arthur interrupted, "No need to bore these fine ladies with our life stories now." He took the Fox's student paddle that hung from the lad's belt, and applied a pair of firm warning swats under his tunic and tail, which silenced the now properly embarrassed apprentice. Zorahs chuckled at the exchange between Arthur and Syrano, "Heh. Rather impetuous lad, eh?" "He isn't normally this chatty," the wizard replied, "But after a couple glasses of Emerald Sea, it becomes rather difficult to shut him up." "It didn't look too difficult for you," Trikks commented, "a single well-placed smack under his tail seems to have done the job quite well." Syrano blushed and rubbed his bottom, then sat down again and pulled Karma back onto his lap. "He's learning," Arthur said, "learning that silence can be platinum, and that too little silence can be crimson." "Yes," Zorahs agreed, "Furlings do tend to learn those little lessons quickly," he gave Trikks a look, then amended his statement, "at least, most do." Trikks huffed indignantly, "Well, I can't help it. I am a people person, y'know. And I am no silly little apprentice either, never was, actually. I taught myself my trade and..." She was quickly silenced by a firm smack of a taloned hand on her rump. To conceal her brief moment of embarrassment, she turned and gave Syrinx and his little entourage a wave and friendly smile, then turned her attention to Elf and Otter. "And Shaasta, who is your charming Otter friend?" Before Shaasta could answer, Zorahs cut in, "This fellow is Benden, Pastry Vendor Extraordinaire. His mate and three of his kits started working here not long after you went into your self-imposed exile from Hot Summer Nights." The Otter hefted his mug and gave Trikks a friendly nod and toast, "An honor to meet you, m'lady. 'Tis a fine group of friends you have chosen to drink with tonight." He took a long pull of his Ringtail Ale, savoring Ravenna's unique flavor as it spread over his tongue and down his throat. "And Zorahs, Faeth has not been able to stop talking about last night. She is hoping that before the night is done, you might be willing to join her for an encore performance of The Falcon and the Mink." "The honor would be mine," Zorahs replied, "Your daughter is a natural on the dance floor, and she will rise high in the Mink's ranks." "It's Tizz that is going to be the dancer," Benden corrected him, "Faeth is going to be a wizardess." "I know. However, all apprenticeships through Uptail Lodge, through any Order of the Mink Lodge for that matter, involve learning service skills." "Especially magickriented apprenticeships," Trikks added, "There are countless spells, enchantments, and rituals our Order engages in that make use of what we like to call boink magick, as that is one of the most effective and efficient techniques for gathering the mana needed for the most powerful of spells." "Correct," Zorahs agreed, "The Minks' boink magick is every bit as powerful as pain magick, revered by the Order of the Falcon and the Order of the Twilight Mists. And truth to tell, quite often, the two forms are largely indistinguishable." Trikks nodded her head enthusiastically, "Yes yes. That is why the Minks and Falcons are such close and strong allies. Our rituals and techniques complement each other perfectly." "That's truly no surprise if you think about it for a moment," Arthur cut in, "After all, your respective Founding Immortals are siblings." Zorahs nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, you do have a point there. And likewise, sir, your Order's Founding Immortal is their firstborn daughter. But now is not the time for lessons in ancient history. Now is the time to enjoy this wild hot Summer night here with sweet drink, succulent food, and passionate dancing." "I'll drink to that," Thissle said, raising her mug in a toast and draining the remains of her ale down her throat. "A pity my drink is gone. I am going to need another round."
"Well then, it sounds like we returned just in time." Brannel had rejoined the group once more. Accompanying him this time, and pushing a small wheeled table, was a most enchanting Furling Raccoon. Despite being dressed in naught but a pair of ornate bracers, one on her upper left arm, and one on her right ankle, she still carried herself with an air of dignity and grace. She gave the group a coy smile and a curtsy, and introduced herself, "Welcome to our humble little inn. I am Ravenna, your hostess. I trust my beloved mate and pet here has been treating you well?" "Indeed he has," Shaasta replied, "Brannel has been a perfect gentlefur since our arrival." Ravenna ran a paw through her mane of waist-length, coal black hair, laughed, and slapped the Deer on his ass, "Ha! I seriously doubt that. But seriously, we are pleased to have you here of course, and especially you, Trikks." The Raccoon padded over to the Coyote and leaned forward to plant a deep kiss solidly on her mouth. "You have been sorely missed here. Hot Summer Nights has been a rather dull spot without your presence. Now, please introduce me to your drinking mates. Zorahs and Benden I know intimately, but what of these three lovely young ladies, the Fox, and the wizard?" The group made their customary round of introductions, and then Ravenna got down to business. "Now, Brannel here tells me that you are pleased with our house specialty." "That's right," Thissle acknowledged, "Ringtail Ale is pure ambrosia. Never have I tasted such a wonderful, naughty concoction. In fact, I wouldn't mind getting a few extra bottles of it as a pet warming present for Master Frelic." "She is quite right," Trikks agreed, "I myself am now addicted to the wonderful flavor of your bottom. And I agree with Thissle. A few extra bottles would make the perfect gift for her Master, considering the circumstances, what with him being a new pet owner twice over." "And are you one of his pets, Thissle?" Ravenna asked. Thissle giggled and shook her head, "Oh no. Not me. I'm one of his apprentices." She gestured towards the Elf girl, "But Shaasta here, she is one of his." Ravenna gave Shaasta a thorough looking over and gave her an approving pat on the rump, "Your Master has good taste in pets. Had he not purchased you, I most likely would have next time I made the trip to the Southern Rose." Shaasta blushed and smiled timidly at the Raccoon, "Thank-you m'lady. Master is very good to me, though he does seem to have an obsession with keeping my bottom sore." "And that is just as it should be, because...Well, I'm sure you know the reasons." "Yes, I know, m'lady," the Elf replied, "Master Varo and Lilieblume put heavy emphasis on that part of the training." "That's the understatement of the ages," Brannel muttered, "I know exactly what they put you through, because Mistress Ravenna had them train me." "And they did a damn good job too, Brannel," Ravenna smirked, "I remember when you were my apprentice, you were a real pawful, and constantly getting into one form of trouble or another. Thankfully, Varo and Lilieblume were able to tame you and give you that extra little bit of discipline that for some reason, I was not able to manage." "Now," she continued, "about your sudden addiction to Ringtail Ale. Brannel tells me that one of you was asking about possibly trying it fresh from the source?" Thissle raised a hand, "That was me, m'lady. If the other patrons here would not be offended by the sight, I really would like to try it without the mug." Ravenna chuckled and patted the girl's bare thigh, "No need to worry about this rowdy lot being offended, dear. I'm sure by now you have seen some of the debauchery that takes place beneath our roof," She gave Zorahs a gentle nudge with her elbow, "and everyone who orders Ringtail Ale knows how it is made. We do not keep that a secret. In fact, I believe our customers here would very much enjoy seeing someone drink from the source." "And truth be known," Brannel added, "this could very well start a new trend. It's quite possible that once these folk see you drinking from my mate, others may want to give it a try." "As the drinker, or as the keg?" Karma asked. "You make a good point there, Bunny," Ravenna mused, "Brannel has talked frequently about recruiting willing tails to serve as vessels. This could possibly be the catalyst that starts it all. Now, let's hurry up here. We both have other work to attend to." Ravenna pushed the little mobile table up next to Thissle and climbed up on top. Brannel held his mate's tail up out of the way while she assumed the invite position, legs folded beneath her, face and chest pressed against the surface of the table, and her lovely plush bottom thrust up in the air. With his free hand, the Deer removed the cork stopper from the Raccoon's upturned butt, and took a thick, bamboo tube from a pocket in his apron. He offered the tube to Arthur, "Since you lead a hermitic lifestyle and only join civilization two to three times per year, good Wizard, I think you should have the honor of tapping the keg." The entire club went dead silent. All eyes were on the Deer, the Wizard, and the lovely Raccoon who was curled up on the little table with her ass thrust high in the air. Sure, many of those partying here tonight had tried Ringtail Ale, and were aware of how it was drawn. However, very few had ever had the privilege of actually witnessing the actual procedure, and they all stared in total fascination as if they were school kids about to witness one of their classmates getting spanked. Arthur was blushing considerably, which was something he rarely ever did, but he graciously accepted Brannel's invitation and took the bamboo tube from his host. The Wizard stood behind the vulnerably positioned Raccoon and looked down at her lovely assets. He couldn't help but note how tightly clenched Ravenna's southern star was. She looked like she was truly struggling to keep the ale she was carrying inside of her. Nervously, he lifted the tube and pressed its tip against her waiting opening. After a few seconds of tense hesitation, he then gently slid it up her rear passage until she told him to stop. "Now, Thissle," Brannel said, "Before you drink from my mate, we should first let the others be served properly." "Of course," Thissle agreed.
The Deer produced a clean, empty mug from the shelf beneath the table, and presented it to Arthur. The Wizard held the mug beneath the end of the bamboo tube. Brannel administered a pair of hard swats with his paddle on his mate's plush, upturned bottom, and Ravenna relaxed her aft end. A stream of fragrant amber flowed into the waiting mug from the tube protruding from the Raccoon's butt. During the past few days since Ravenna and Brannel first started marketing their special brew, the Raccoon had developed a knack for perfectly measuring a full serving despite not being able to see the proceedings. Before Arthur's mug could overflow onto the serving table, Ravenna clenched her nether cheeks, and the flow of ale abruptly ended. Arthur held the mug up and sniffed at the contents. It really did smell quite pleasant and even rather arousing, though he was not certain whether that was due to the aroma itself or just the thought of how his drink was drawn. He took a tentative sip, savoring the exotic flavor of the icy cold ale. He swallowed, and a smile crossed his face. "Indeed, this will be a treat to recall with fondness when we return home, and look forward to whenever we make our infrequent journeys to Mistport." Syrano gave him a rather smug grin and nodded his agreement, "See, Master? I told you you would not want to miss out on this bit of decadence." He arose again and approached the Raccoon-adorned table, ready for his turn to be served. Arthur laughed softly and took another sip, "Right you may be this time, laddie," he said, "but mind that smugness, lest you fancy drinking and dining standing up." "Point taken, Master," the Fox replied, protectively placing his paws over his soft rump. "Master, may we commission these fine folk to prepare a few bottles for us to bring home?" Arthur placed a hand on Ravenna's rear and pondered his student's request, "I will think it over. Whether we do or not all depends on how you behave during tomorrow's physical and how faithfully you mind your lessons." "I won't disappoint you, Master," Syrano promised, "Now, Master Brannel, may I please have a mug?" The Deer handed a fresh mug to the Fox and again paddled Ravenna to signal her to relax. Syrano filled his mug and the process was repeated for Zorahs. Then it was time for Benden and the girls to have their second round. "Oh, and one more thing," Arthur said, "this round is on me." "Very well, sir," Brannel replied, "But wait until the keg is empty, then you can pay my mate directly, as my bottom is already rather stuffed with coins from the last round and from other customers." Not heeding the Deer's request, the young Furling Fox still went ahead and withdrew a full ten copper pieces from his money pouch and pushed them up under their host's tail, which caused Brannel to blush yet again, "Now, sir," he announced, "now you are fully stuffed with coin." Benden smiled and raised his mug in a toast to the kind Wizard, "I believe I can speak for everyone gathered around this table, when I offer a heartfelt thank-you for your kindness and generosity, Master Arthur." The rest of the group responded with a hearty "Hear hear," and then drank to the Otter's toast. After taking a long sip, Thissle set her mug down on the table and padded over to stand behind Ravenna, "So now that everyone has been served, may I please try it from the source as promised?" Brannel smiled warmly at the impatient girl and gave her shoulder a squeeze, "But of course, sweet child of Paramour. Though there is not much left inside my mate, what remains should be sufficient to satisfy your lust. Drink up." Thissle giggled at the Deer's poetic flair and turned to face Ravenna's delicious-looking behind. She placed her hands on the table and bent forward, providing Brannel and anyone else standing behind her a shameless peek at the lower curves of her own bare bottom, and closed her lips around the bamboo tube that was nestled tight inside the Furling Raccoon's ass. Despite the icy chill of the ale as it was siphoned from Ravenna's depths, Thissle felt a delightful warmth course through her body, originating in her intimate regions and spreading outward. Sipping from a mug was all well and good, but when sucked directly from this sweet, living keg, Ravenna's unique flavor was indescribable and many times more potent. As she finished the last drops and felt the tension on the straw, indicating that she had sucked the Raccoon dry, Thissle was on the verge of her second orgasm of the night. She stood upright, and started to swoon. Brannel grabbed her by the arm and helped steady her. When the girl finally regained her senses, she sighed and rubbed herself under her skirt, "That...That was absolutely amazing!" she declared, "As soon as the first drops touched my tongue, I was nearly taken right to the summit of the Mink's Mountain." Brannel removed the bamboo straw from Ravenna's butt, licked the remaining traces of ale from it, and put it away in his apron pocket. "We haven't figured out yet why that is, but the few times we have allowed anyone to drink directly like you did instead of from a mug, the effect was the same or greater." "If you need someone to research that phenomenon," Trikks offered, "I would be quite willing to look into it. This sounds like it could be a very enjoyable assignment." "We will keep that in mind," Ravenna replied. She gasped as she suddenly felt Thissle's hand on her rump, and the other under her tail. Then the Raccoon moaned when the Dragon girl pushed a dozen chilled coins deep up her aft passage. Following Thissle's example, the others also paid their gratuities, including Syrano, despite him coining Brannel earlier. Finally, Arthur paid their tab for this round, topping off the large amounts of copper pieces Ravenna's ass was carrying with two single silvers. Now feeling quite bottom heavy, the Raccoon sat up and her mate helped her to her feet, so that she could return to the kitchen, where Anton would extract and secure his mother's recent earnings to make room for more. Ravenna faced the crowed and performed a graceful curtsy, which was met with the resounding echoes of applause and the banging of mugs on tables. As she was about to leave, Issibel came sashaying back. Judging by her gait, it appeared as if she might be carrying a considerable amount of coin under her tail as well.
"Ravenna, Brannel," the Otter girl sounded rather distraught, "We 'ave a bit of a crisis on our paws now." "Really?" Ravenna asked, "What is the problem? Is one of our patrons being troublesome, or are we on the verge of a brawl?" "No," Issibel replied, "It's nothing like that, though it could lead to a brawl if we are not quick to do something about it." "Well, out with it, girl," Brannel prodded her, landing his paddle across her rump for emphasis, "What has you so worked up?" "It's the demonstration you just put on for the crowd," she explained, "After seeing this Wizard here stick the straw up Ravenna's butt and fill his mug, we are now getting swamped with orders for Ringtail Ale. I dunno if one Raccoon is enough to keep up with the demand from this thirsty lot though." "Don't worry your lovely tail over this, love," Ravenna reassured her. I know just the solution. One of them I am looking at right now even." Issibel looked confused. Her whiskers twitched nervously and she cocked her head to one side, "You mean me? But I'm no Ringtail." "Silly girl," Brannel chuckled, "That doesn't matter. What does matter is that you have a bottom every bit as delightful as Mistress Ravenna's. We may not be able to call it Ringtail Ale, but that is merely a minor quibble." A light pink glow was visible beneath the white fluff on the Otter's cheeks. She focused her gaze on a spot on the floor in front of her, then looked over at her mate for encouragement. "Go ahead, love," Benden agreed, "I think anyone here would be quite happy to drink from your depths." "Listen to him," Ravenna said, "He is right. We need all the vessels we can get, if the demand is as great as you say it is." Issibel sighed and closed her eyes, "Okay, I'll do it. 'Tis better than allowing a riot to break out." "Most excellent," Brannel replied, giving the girl an affectionate pat on her rump, "And when Denn and Faeth get here, I want them on keg detail as well." "Melody and Tizz can join in the fun too," Ravenna suggested, "May as well have them all serving." Benden's ears twitched at the mention of his daughter, "I don't know about Tizz," he said, "Do you really think she is ready for something like this?" "Why not?" Shaasta replied, "It seems that not too long ago, you were considering allowing her to finally try lap dancing. If Tizz can do that, then why shouldn't she be able to serve as a keg?" Issibel smiled and stroked her mate's muzzle, "Don't worry about it, love. I'll be with Tizz. I won't let anything happen to her." "Very well," Benden conceded, "Tizz can have her ass tapped tonight. Hopefully, she will get coined well for it though." "I'm sure she will," Brannel assured him, "She may be a tender tail, but she is still a hot little lass." "So then, that makes six of us serving up our tails tonight. That still may not be enough to keep up with the demand though," Ravenna mused. "I think we need to start tapping volunteers here. Perhaps if we offered free drinks and a free meal, plus letting them keep all their gratuities..." "Leave that to me," her mate declared, "For starters, I know of at least three, perhaps four that I can convince to offer their tails." He gestured subtly in the direction of the Chinchilla, Ocelot, and pair of Raccoons he had sized up earlier. "Those Raccoons and the kitty are so juiced up, they should be an easy sell." Issibel added, "And I'll talk to Selene and Marcko there on the stage. They should be pretty easy as well." Brannel turned his gaze to the band, which had not yet started up their next number, "Those are the two Ducks, I presume? Even sober, they should be even easier than the Chinchilla's party. Typical Ornith kinkiness." "And how about you ladies?" Ravenna asked, turning to face Trikks and her companions, "Would any of you care to serve as vessels for us tonight?" Shaasta, Karma, and Thissle all politely declined the invitation, "We are all flattered by your offer, m'lady," Karma replied, "But right now, we would all prefer to just continue dining and dancing." "Perhaps later this evening we might," Thissle suggested, "After all, we do have a little competition going on concerning whose tail will earn the most coin tonight." "Fine, I'll check on you again later on then," Ravenna agreed. "I will hold off as well," Trikks said, "Though I can pretty much guarantee that before the night is out, I will join in and let you serve from my depths." Brannel planted a kiss on the Coyote's cheek, "I know you won't disappoint us. That would not go over well with your Order at all if you declined." "Excuse me, sir," Arthur interrupted, "But I would like for my apprentice to serve as a vessel as well, seeing as how you are not keeping this task exclusive to the ladies." "Master!" the young Fox started to protest. The wizard cut him off. "Syrano, do not argue this matter. Remember, you are my apprentice. And as an apprentice, you have a social status equal to that of a pet. What your Master says, goes. Understand?" Syrano sighed and bowed his head, "Aye, Master. I understand and apologize for my outburst. I will submit my tail for service. How bad can it be anyway, other than a bit of humiliation?" Covertly, Brannel, Ravenna, Issibel, and Trikks exchanged knowing looks, then the Otterette sashayed over to the stage to talk to the Ducks, and Brannel took his leave of the group to go make his sales pitch to the little group of party animals. Ravenna offered an arm to Syrano and escorted him back to the kitchen to begin preparations for his service as one of her kegs, and to get herself refilled.
As predicted, Issibel had no trouble convincing the two Duck musicians to take a break from their instruments and volunteer some time to have their butts used as serving vessels. Less than a minute after the Otter approached them, they were following her back to the kitchen to join Ravenna and Syrano. Likewise, Brannel was having almost as easy a time with his marks. The Raccoons jumped immediately at the opportunity to earn free drinks. The Ocelot, not to be outdone by her ringtailed companions offered herself without the Deer even needing to ask. The Chinchilla was the only one of the four to decline the offer. On their way back to the kitchen, Brannel paused at Syrinx and Sheena's table. "Master Syrinx, Mistress Sheena," he greeted them, "How are you finding your stay at our humble little establishment thus far?" Syrinx stood up and spread his leathery wings, "We are most impressed with your hospitality, Brannel. This has been the most wonderful inn we have ever had the honor of staying at." The Bat's voice was soft and enchanting, sweet to the ears and soothing to the soul. "Indeed," Sheena purred, "When we return to Coralport, we will give Hot Summer Nights the highest recommendation to anyone who travels down this way." "And Brannel," Syrinx said, "We would be quite honored should you and your clan ever choose to sell yourselves to us." "Thank-you, but no, Master Syrinx," Brannel countered, "Ravenna, the kids, and myself are quite content with our lives here." "Ah, 'tis a pity," the Tigress pouted, "The four of you would make such a fine hot property." She gave him a playful but firm smack on his bottom. "You're flattery is noted and appreciated, m'lady," Brannel replied. He rubbed his rump where Sheena had swatted him, "and I will relay your compliment to my mistress. Now, I do have one request to ask of you." The Bat nodded and motioned for him to continue, "Ask. We may be able to accommodate." "You saw our little demonstration of how Ringtail Ale is served, I presume?" "Yes," Syrinx answered, "It was a most titillating display of decadent naughtiness." "Well," Brannel continued, "that display prompted a great demand, and we are in need of more tails to serve as vessels if we wish to fulfill all orders, and I was hoping that..." "Say no more," Syrinx interrupted, "Merriweather, accompany Brannel back to the kitchen. Tonight, the citizens of Mistport, and especially Count Morland when and if he arrives, will be drinking from your lovely bottom." "Your desires are my desires, Master," Merriweather affirmed. The Pony girl rose to her hooves, and obediently presented herself to Brannel. "Thank-you, Master Syrinx," Brannel said, "There will be a generous payment for your pet's services tonight in addition to any coin she receives under her tail. Additionally, for her service, Merriweather will drink and dine free this night. Now, fall in with the others, girl." He prodded the Pony into place with two firm swats of his paddle on her soft, well-toned bottom. "Come on, ladies," the Deer ordered, "Your greatest adventure yet is about to begin." "Wait!" Sheena called out, "You forgot something." "And what did I forget?" Brannel asked. The Tigress stood up, completely shed her sandals and minidress, and stood in naught but her fur beside her Pony, "You forgot me. That is, if you can take one more." "Sheena?" Syrinx looked quizzically at his mate, "Are you certain that you want to do this?" "Of course I'm certain," she snapped back at him, "I'm always certain that I want to do what I want to do." "You are aware of what we will be putting you through, I presume?" Brannel asked. "Yes, I know what you will be doing to my ass," Sheena replied, "It is nothing new to me." Syrinx sighed and then chuckled, "Who am I to say no. If my mate wants to take part in this humiliating silliness, then there is nothing I can do to stop her." "Very well then," Brannel declared, "Now, follow me." He strutted back to the kitchen at last, with these five lovely ladies in tow.
After Issibel, Brannel, Ravenna, and their volunteers were safely out of earshot, Trikks turned to Arthur and shook her head, "Have you any clue what your apprentice is about to be put through, Wizard?" Arthur shrugged and smiled, "Same thing Ravenna just went through, I presume. He will have his cute little butt filled with ale or some other drink, a straw inserted, and then people will fill their mugs from under his tail." Trikks gave a hearty laugh, "That is only part of the deal. There is a very intense process that he will undergo before Anton or Brannel actually fills his bottom with ale." She then went into a lengthy description of what the Fox was soon going to suffer. "Oh, my," Arthur sighed, "I had no idea. Poor lad. I can't even imagine what that must be like. Ah well, I suppose he needed to experience gehennite eventually." "And that is just the prep phase," Shaasta reminded him, "According to Brannel, after he's had his cleansing, his butt will be filled with whatever drink he will be serving, and he will then be chained to a grill so that it can be boiled inside him over a gehennite flame before being chilled with Beastlands ice." "Well, this will definitely make for his most interesting journal entry thus far," Arthur laughed. Shaasta finished her second mug of Ringtail Ale and scanned the room. Her gaze landed on the large man she had noticed just moments before Benden approached her earlier. "I think it's time for another round of dance," she announced. "If I may take my leave of you for a short time, Otter?" Benden smiled and nodded, "No problem, m'lady. I understand that you have work to do." Shaasta stood and stretched, then took a step towards her quarry. "Shaasta, wait a moment," Thissle said. Shaasta turned and faced the copper-haired girl, "Why? I don't want to lose this guy." "There is something very important that must be done first." Thissle stood and approached the Elf. Without saying another word, she grabbed Shaasta by the arm, bent her over the table, and thoroughly paddled her bare bottom until her flesh was glowing a soft red and her brand was again visible for all to see. "Now you may go slut around, Elf."
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Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Jay walked around the corner of the farthest corner of the school, most of the rooms separated by old wooden barriers. As he put that first step into the old area, he sensed something...stale. It was the sense of a magical barrier, the kind that said, "Go away." Most would never notice it, but he dabbled deeply in the arts of magic. He had used this kind of magic himself, but only when he needed private time to clear his head. Focusing his mind and snapping his fingers, he stepped through the barrier and continued the walk to his locker. Suddenly stopping, "Ah...fuck..."
Around the corner was Ed, thrusting hard into the butt hole of a guy named Victor, messy brown hair and a scruffy chin, with a sexy soccer body. "AAAGGHH! Stop it!" The guy's pants were in ruins around his legs as Ed had a hold of his school top. "Aw, Vic! I can't believe I've never done this before! You're so fucking tight!" Backing away, Justin stumbled into the semi-beastly skinny front of Corban. Turning around, Justin raised his brows with an "ah". "Corban, I sensed the stink of black magic coming off you and some of the guys around here. And by the looks of you...seems like you've worked that magic into the assholes of most the seniors in the school..." Jay sensed the magic building up around Corban even before he spoke magic words. A crooked smile across his face, the evil sorcerer hissed, "Anith huthere..." But as he mumbled the words, Justin strongly cried, "Emoceb taht ouy era!"
As their powers clashed, the two boys were sent hurling back. Rolling to his feet, Corban gargled, snarled, neighed, whatever as he slowly shifted back and forth between the anthro forms he had turned each guy into within the past week. Justin on the other hand was sent barreling through one of the wooden walls. Unfortunately he landed in a row of wooden desks. Crying out in pain, he looked down at his very large school shoes. Within them were feet that were too large for a guy of his size. But now as they grew to an immense size, three huge padded toes and one strange huge toe poked out of the leather. Groaning, he wiggled his toes, mystified by their growth. With a stupid grin he stood up and welcomed the incoming changes.
His ears were next to come, becoming a foot long before stretching behind his head. The teenager lifted his blackening fingertips as he joyfully stroked up and down those ears as they were being covered into a fuzzy tan fur. Then his eyes crossed as his big nose rapidly twitched before his entire face shot out into a big cute muzzle. "Oh wow! I got a big nose! And this one's actually cute!" Getting so overly excited, a chill that ran down to his butt and made him jump as a big tail shot from his pants. "Yeow...!" Bending over, he looked between his legs at the tan tail hanging there before giving his bubble butt a shake. "Wow, and a tail!"
Soon he was forced to roll over as his thigh muscles bulged. Ears twitching, he looked at his crotch and looked from foo-paw to foot-paw before a playful grin spread across his face. Feeling a twitching in his mouth, he stuck out an uber long tongue which slid between his toes before he gave them a curious sniff. The smell of wet fur caused him to groan and he let his tongue fall from his muzzle in pleasure. "OOooooh, yeah!" But a pain in his crotch caused him to slide to his back as he gripped the carpet with his long blackening nails, "OK! That's not a hard on! UNGH!" Throwing his head back, he struggled with his pants, trying to see what was going on between his legs.
Sort of stuck in suspense, he watched as his human cock slipped permanently between his balls till they sort of hang upside down. Reaching down to lift them up, he sucked through his teeth as it felt so good! Getting a hard on, he lifted his brow and tilted his big roo ear as he watched his roo boy dick harden and then softenedd as it slid along his leg. Gripping it between his brown padded paws, he murred as it felt hard...yet slimy at the same time. Panting, he looked down at his big sexy foot-paws which turned him on even more. A kinky little idea coming to his head, he lifted his muscular legs which seemed ideally flexible. He covered his cock with those massive toes which forced him to emit a heavy moan. Licking his lips, he leaned back with his paws behind his bed and his foot-paws freely stroking at his own slippery shaft, it felt like he was getting a hand job from someone else. "Erg, this feels great!" Two big faces, Ed's and a newly reborn Vic, with his big white face and black bristled albino donkey face, peeped in to watch the rooboy give himself a footjob.
Though his thighs were starting to burn, Jay continued to stroke his meat and thrust it into his big seductive toes. Making funny yet sexy fuck faces, the roo gave a loud yip as a milky spray squirted from the thin tip of his transformed cock, spraying over his black nose and leathery lips, washing it nice and good into his thin chest fur and over his muscle belly. Like the best orgasm in the world, his head fell back with his tongue hanging out of his muzzle, still thrusting those sexy hips in the air. Laughing as his balls pulsed on top of his new shaft, "Are you guys gonna just watch, or are you going to give me a hand cleaning up?" In a fag moment, they fought over each other just get to the half naked roo, hoping to clean up the naughtier bits of him. Both were dirty, using one hooved hand to fist themselves while they lapped their big equine tongues at the mess tangling the roo's sexy cream colored fur. As Vic gave a slurping kiss along Jay's face, the roo moaned a sigh, "I could get use this..."
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High School Transformation: Ch 10 Justin by the roo
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On the other side of the city of Link, Rena, Saira and Guilmon, a much older human Tamer and her Digimon partner and friend made their way toward the store to get some things they needed for dinner that night. The human, waving her long brown hair back behind her ears, showing even darker brown eyes looked forward, watching many children run past her. She wore a light pink blouse, a pair of blue jeans and low sneakers, worn from over use. Her skin was very pale, even though from years of being under the sun, her face round almost baby like, but still held beauty that many would kill to have. The Digimon beside her was of fire, scales a deep blue while the underbelly white. Wearing red armour around the chest and hips, claws covered by huge gauntlet like claws, a helm covering the face. Deep red eyes piercing though the helm as the Digimon turned to look at her.
"Crazy kids huh?" asked the Digimon with a female voice, her Tamer giggled softy and nodded.
"Their just having fun Flame," she answered using the name the Flamedramon loved to be called. "Their not hurting anyone," Flame just nodded as her Tamer moved faster ahead, her hips moving back and froth as the Digimon watched. She fought ever fibre of her being not to reach out and cup her ass, in truth; she was madly in love with the human. When ever she was out, she would run to her room, lay on her bed and finger or tail herself, thinking of many ways of pleasing the human, or the other way around. Shaking her head she drove those thoughts from her mind, thinking this always made her wet, and she hated the sound of her juices inside her waist armour.
Flame brought her shoulder on the door frame of the cooking area watching her Tamer cook, humming softly and dancing a bit as she did., without her armour on, the Flamedramon could be seen with a set of breast, since she'd being here since the first Digimon did all those years ago, she held both the human female parts and blood like some of her other friends, though she did not have nipples showing, only when she was aroused.
"Do you need some help Bella?" asked Flame moving closer behind her Tamer as the human shook her head.
"No," she answered. "You got to cook yesterday so it's my turn to treat you today!"
"I wish you would treat me to something else..." she muttered under her breath as Bella looked over.
"Huh?" she asked as Flame turned away her cheeks flushed.
"N...nothing Bella," she answered lying as best she could as she sighed. "I'll...be right back I need to relieve myself." Bella only chuckled shaking her head.
"Surprising they passed that law to tell everyone that you're going to the bathroom." Both sheared a loud laugh as Flame left, as soon as she was up the stairs she ran to the bathroom, shutting the door, locking it and turning on the fan so nothing could be heard from within. Her lions burned, her chest heaved. Already the nipples were showing on her breast as she held her chest tightly.
"Damn it..." she cursed under her breath. She knew that soon she would be going into another one of her heats, showing that she would be ready to lay eggs if she was with a male Digimon, but she didn't want a male; she wanted Bella, badly. Moving to the bathtub, she climbed in and laid her back on the side without the knobs, spreading her legs to show her puffy red with need pussy as she traced the outside with her claws. Hissing loudly but was drowned by the fan inside the ceiling above the bathroom, she thought of Bella doing this. Her naked body between her legs as she traced her small yet soft human hands over her lips, cupping her mound as she leaned forward kisses her right then left nipple before taking one in her mouth.
Her back arched as she dug a claw finger into herself deeply up to the knuckles. She thought of her human lover slipping her own in her as she sucked on her breast softly, her own hips humping her knee making it dig into her self as juices flowed down the Digimon leg. Flame dug deeper and deeper as she could go, but even then it was not enough. Removing her claw from herself she licked herself as she thrust her tail as deep as she could, moaning loudly as her claws went to hold her breast kneading them softly and rolling the nipples around as she hissed and groaned as her tail thrust in and out, her wetness flowing into the tub as she groan and hissed. Her eyes a hazed as she growled showing teethes to the fake Bella until she thrust almost half of her tail into herself, throwing her head back and holding back a roar cummed on the floor of the tub.
Coming down from her intense self game, her breathing rasp, her tail still inside of her as she slowly pulled out, the trail of her cum on it. Taking a towel she cleaned both her whole body in case and any mess she made by turning the water on, she got back in and started to wash herself quickly until the nipples slowly disappeared. Her body heat returning to normal. Turning the water off, she slowly made her way out, drying herself off again, and going downstairs to eat.
"So how was dinner Flame?" Bella asked as they both worked on cleaning the dishes.
"It was great," she answered with a smile. "Much better then my own cooking." Bella slapped her ass as she jumped surprised.
"Don't say that," she giggled. "Yours is much better!" Flame looked away blushing madly more from this, at times she would do this when ever she was joking around, at first Flame thought it was funny, but when she started to fall for her, it started to make her blush madly. Bella saw her blush but only let it slide, she thought that it was because she was embarrassed because she slapped her on the rump, but didn't really know that she liked it in more was then one. After the dishes were done, Bella told her Digimon friend she had to leave and would be back as soon as she could. Once she left, Flame let out a breath and ran upstairs, this time; to Bella room.
It reeked of the human smell, and the Digimon loved it, going to the bed, taking a huge sniff she exhaled with closed eyes as her tail twitched slightly. She had done this many times before, sneak her way into the human room when she was not there, and finger herself, smelling the human scent heavy in the air. Lying on the bed, she brought Bella pillow to her face and inhaled deeply, shuddering a breath out as she pulled it away, already wet with need.
Bella was about halfway toward the store she needed to go to get the latest copy of a book she loved to read; when she notice that she forgot her purse. Slapping her head with the back of her hand she sighed and made her way back to the house. Walking around, she notice that Flame was around at all, this confused her, because Flame was always up and around, never sitting in more then one place for too long, from what she knew that was. She was about to leave when she heard a loud groan coming from upstairs. She turned to the stair, a little worried that maybe Flame was in pain, but she knew that sort of groan. Following it to her room, she covered her mouth to hold back a gasp. Flame was slowly pumping her tail in and out of herself as she groaned and moaned loudly. Bella gulped as she watched her kneed her blue breast and moan something out causing her to gasp again.
"B...Bella..." she moaned her name! she was about to move when she fell forward, causing her to lay on the floor, the Digimon jumping seeing it was her Tamer as she shrieked and rolled, covering herself with anything she could find as the human stood up, the two not saying anything.
"F...Flame...?"
"Oh god Bella please I'm sorry!" The Digimon looked away almost close to tears. "This is wrong, I shouldn't but I do, I love you alright; LOVE YOU!" Bella didn't saying anything as the Digimon shook in both heat and fear, and as Bella grew closer, she stopped to look at her, and gave a gasp as Bella kissed her on the lips.
Eyes closed, the two kissed each other, and their breast pushed to each other as the Digimon tongue dared enter the human mouth. She opened her mouth willing and allowed her own to meet the larger Digimon as her arms wrapped around the human like dragon neck. Bella slowly pushed her Digimon on the bed, her on top of the female as she pulled away from the kiss, the Digimon was breathing heavily from her heat as she watched as the human started to take her top off slowly, and it was driving her nuts. Ripping the shirt as Bella gasped in surprised, the Digimon brought her lips around her right breast licking and sucking heavily as she brought her claws down and ripped both her pants and undergarment off. She was a wreak by then, some pieces of clothing on, like the ankle part of her pants, and a bit of her shirt, but she ripped that off as well as the Digimon below her sucked her nipple.
This was what Flame wanted the human with her, naked and wanting with sex, but why did she now? She didn't care and only flipped her so she was on top of her now, her tail wrapping around on way and her paw moving her legs apart as she leant down and licked her chest, down to her pussy. Bella moaned her hands clutching the bed as the Digimon tongue licked and sucked at her lower lips, causing her body to shudder. She had never had sex before, so she was still whole as her mother had called it. But she loved the feeling as the Digimon much larger tongue forced its way into the girl hole, breaking her now broken childhood as blood poured out. And yet she didn't stop, the Digimon seemed to like the blood and only licked her red muzzle back to blue as she licked and sucked all the more.
"F...Flame..." Bella gasped rubbing her breast as the Digimon moved up, kissing her again as she laid over her, tail uncurling until it was forced into the smaller human body. She gasped in the kiss as the Digimon didn't stop, moving it in and out as Flame smiled wickedly, before kissing her again deeply.
Bella moved her hips, breaking the kiss as her hands went to Flame own pussy rubbing it as the Digimon hissed low as she thrust more and more of her tail into her as Bella gasp and groaned, sweating already.
"Don't stop..." she begged. "Don't!" Even if she asked her to, Flamedramon wouldn't have stopped, she had the human, and she was hers' now. Moaning and gasping, she heard her human call out her name, which caused her to push almost to far causing Bella to scream out. Cumming onto her tail Bella body shook as wave and wave of bliss shot though her body, leaving her limp on the ground. And yet, Flame had not cummed.
Moving her body on her side, she lifted Bella leg as she sat between her legs, like a scissor. Her hips grinding Bella own as she gasped again, knowing what she wanted, each grabbing the other knees, they pushed, and grounded their pussy together, causing a great mess to form as they leaned forward and kissed again, this time as lovers. The bed rocking and banging on the wall, as each edge closer and closer to their highest peak, leaning their head back they both called the other name, Cumming on the bed as they twitched as one. When at last they were done, Bella was knocked out, gasping in her sleep as Flame smiled, moving over to her head and covered the Human and now mate with blankets, the two slowly sleeping.
"Note to self," Flame said out loud. "Make sure she sees me masturbate more."
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Bonus chapter one: Flamedramon by eragon13666
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Text: Mitzi looked at herself once more in her pocket mirror and gave a self-satisfied smile. She reached up and patted a stray hair back into place in her impeccably fashionable style. The mirror folded shut with a little click and went back into her pocket as she turned to face the camera, plastering a bright smile into place on her face. It was easy to see how Mitzi had risen to be the star reporter of the local TV news channel. She simply radiated bright, perky charisma. Her wide blue eyes sparkled with verve and enthusiasm and her short dark hair seemed to bounce even when she stood still. The expensive tailored suit she had chosen accented her fit, curvaceous figure perfectly, enhancing and flattering it.
Behind the camera the cameraman waited a moment, then nodded. "OK, we're live in three... two... one..." he pointed to her as the light blinked on.
"Thanks, Jeff," Mitzi laughed, picking up her cue from an invisible anchorman. "Well, we're here live in the suburbs of Littleton, covering the unfolding story of a very unusual epidemic that seems to be plaguing the populace. With me today is Robert Smith, a student of medical science at the local university and self-proclaimed 'expert' on the odd condition that's arising from this disease. Now, Robert, perhaps you can tell us exactly what's happening here?"
Robert, a gawky, nervous young man with the pallor that comes from long hours spent in front of a computer screen, cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, Mitzi, nothing like this has ever been seen before, so we're still trying to figure out exactly what's going on. As far as we can tell, it's an airborne bacteria that seems to be selecting victims at random. Once a person is infected, the bacteria quickly multiply and spread throughout the host's entire body – as far as we can tell, the disease only incubates for an hour before symptoms start showing. It would be extremely alarming except," he added hastily, "that the symptoms appear to be completely benign. They're just a little startling, is all."
"Well, that's good to hear," Mitzi said, laughing and giving Robert her sweetest smile. Much to her surprise, the young man blushed.
He must not have had much to do with girls, she thought sympathetically. Pity, he really seems like a nice guy. Mitzi had been chatting with the subject of her interview while her camera crew got their equipment set up and had found Robert to be charming and likeable, once you got past the clumsy awkwardness. Hm, she pondered, maybe when we're done here I'll ask him to go have a drink with me.
She cut off that train of thought and returned to the task at hand. "So Robert," she said, "can you bring me up to speed? What are the symptoms?"
"Well," Robert replied, twisting his hands together uncertainly, "once the bacteria have populated the host's body completely, for some reason they start manufacturing a harmless inert gas. This gas quickly fills the body of the infected person, and the person..." he cleared his throat again, pausing to loosen his collar, "well, they blow up. Like a balloon. They just start swelling and bloating up. In some cases, where there's enough of the gas, which appears to have especially buoyant properties, the host actually starts floating off the ground. It's really weird but," he chuckled nervously, "it's kind of cool to watch, once the initial surprise wears off."
"Isn't that something!" Mitzi gave one of her famously charming laughs again. "And this doesn't hurt the infected person at all?"
"No, and that's odd too," Robert answered, warming to his subject. "The bacteria appear to manufacture a substance that renders the host's skin and tissues extremely elastic and strong, so they can stretch almost indefinitely without tearing or breaking. The... inflation... lasts about twenty-four hours, and then the host's immune system starts killing off the bacteria. Within another twelve hours the infection dies down, and the gas starts diffusing out of the person's system. We've examined the subjects and there appear to be no permanent effects, other than the fact that many of the victims are a little hysterical or unhinged by what they've experienced. They're receiving psychological treatment. Actually there's a surprising percentage who say that it's kind of a fun sensation."
"Fascinating! So now let's talk about you. You say you're an 'expert' in these cases, what's your connection to..." Mitzi trailed off, frowning slightly. Her stomach was grumbling slightly. Her cameraman caught her eye and glared, reminding her that she was on the air, so she plastered her smile back on and turned back to look at Robert. She opened her mouth to continue her question, but suddenly she noticed that Robert was staring at her.
"Er... miss Mitzi," he said timidly, "do you feel okay?"
"Me? Yes, of course," she said, frowning again in puzzlement. "Well... although, now that you mention it, it does feel a little hot out here." She hadn't noticed it, but she was starting to feel a little flushed and short of breath. "And my stomach feels a bit funny," she added as it growled again. She reached up self-consciously to rub her belly.
It was an odd sensation. Her fingers felt strangely detached, as though she was feeling them touch her midriff through a layer of rubber, and they hit her skin with a strangely hollow feeling, like tapping a balloon. Weirdest of all, her touch actually made a hollow "thunk" noise, like hitting a drum. She looked down at her stomach in puzzlement, then back up at Robert with dawning horror.
Robert's face was resigned and sympathetic. "You've got it," he said simply.
Mitzi squeaked in fear and dropped her microphone as the implications hit her. Even as she stared pleadingly at Robert, an unusual tingling sensation swept through her body. She gasped and wrapped her arms around herself, doubling over. She slowly straightened up, drawing her arms away and staring down at herself.
Her belly had grown. Not grotesquely; it looked as though she had just stuffed herself with Thanksgiving dinner. Nevertheless, it was enough that the waistband of her closely tailored suit skirt was cutting into her newly swollen midriff.
Mitzi snapped her head up and gave the cameraman a panicky look. "Turn off the camera!" she wailed desperately, waving both hands at him. "I can't let them see me blow up like a blimp!"
"Are you kidding?" the cameraman retorted, continuing to stare into the camera's eyepiece. "This is gold! An actual case of the disease in progress!"
Mitzi gave an incoherent shout of frustration, but even as she did so the tingling in her body intensified. Suddenly the taut, overheated feeling she'd been noticing became noticeably stronger, as did the tightness of her clothing. Glancing back at herself she could see that her whole body had become bloated slightly. Her thighs felt tight and thick, rubbing against one another, and her breasts had inflated as well, much to her horror and humiliation. It just looked as though someone had stuck a bicycle pump into her and pumped it once or twice. She could tell it wouldn't stay that mild, however; even as she watched she could see herself swelling further.
Her trim waistline widened yet again, this time shooting out enough to pop the buttons on her skirt. Her belly bounced free, seeming glad to be released from its constraints, and started swelling with a vengeance. Mitzi could hear a faint hissing noise as she bloated all over, which was joined in a moment by another, rather more worrisome noise – the sound of seams tearing.
"Oh, no..." Mitzi moaned, tugging at her clothing as her bloated form filled it out and pressed against the fabric. The threads of the seams stretched and started giving way. Mitzi fidgeted uncomfortably, breathing quickly as her formerly well-tailored clothing grew unbearably tight. She looked imploringly back at the camera.
"You have to turn it off," she pleaded, even as her swelling bosom began popping the buttons from her shirt. Her breasts bounced free, each the size of a ripe watermelon and growing fast. Her bra, audibly creaking and straining, was holding them for the moment, but Mitzi could tell it was about to give up the ghost. "In a moment I'm going to be totally naked!"
"The censors back at the studio can fix it up," the cameraman said firmly. "This is going to send our ratings through the roof."
Mitzi closed her eyes in silent despair and turned away from the camera, wrapping her arms around her growing midriff. To her surprise she found that she could barely reach around her own stomach, and she opened her eyes to examine herself. Her stomach was a huge sphere now, but it wasn't sagging at all – the buoyant gas filling her body was actually pulling her up so that she felt much lighter. Fascinated, she reached out and stroked her humongous belly for a second or two. She was distracted, however, by the sound of tearing cloth as her skirt finally threw in the towel and parted at the seams, falling around her feet in rags and leaving Mitzi standing in nothing but her bra and pink flower-printed panties – on live television. She gave an indignant squeal and spun around again, glaring at the cameraman while doing her best to cover herself – which wasn't easy. Not only was there much more of her now to cover, her arms were starting to plump up as well, making it difficult to move them. In fact, the skin all over her body felt tight as it stretched to cover her new, larger shape. It felt hot, tingly, and not altogether unpleasant, although it was a sensation she would have preferred to experience without having to turn into a blimp on the morning news.
Mitzi's stomach protruded so far forward now that if she had fallen forward, she would only have fallen for a few inches. The rest of her body was so swollen that she looked as though she had gained about four hundred pounds, except for the fact that the bulk was tight, smooth, and round instead of jiggly and flabby, and rather than gaining weight she felt lighter every second. A breeze might have bowled her over, and the way things were going now, she would have rolled.
Looking down at herself for a second, Mitzi saw that her stomach didn't appear to be growing any farther outwards. For a moment she felt a brief, soaring hope that her humiliation was over, but it quickly plunged into misery again as she felt what was happening to the gas that was still being produced. Her round middle was expanding again, beginning to engulf her torso, turning her into a sphere with arms and legs. Mitzi whimpered as the swelling pushed her legs apart, making her sway slightly and almost lose her balance. The hot tightness was intensifying, making her sweat and breathe heavily, as though she'd been excercising hard, and what was worse (given the circumstances) it was even more intense as the swelling continued to blow her breasts up and push down on the space between her legs. Under the combined assault, it took all of her self control not to just give up and enjoy the feeling. She decided to make one last effort at getting the cameraman to shut things down.
"I'm warning you," she said, even her voice sounding thick and laboured. Her swollen cheeks were making talking difficult. "Turn that camera off or I'm going to sue."
The cameraman snorted, sounding unconvinced. Mitzi waddled forward threateningly, but she still wasn't used to her new round shape. She overbalanced, waving desperately with her pudgy arms, and fell over backwards. She bounced when she hit the ground, and the inflation, as though spurred on by that, suddenly accelerated. Within a few seconds Mitzi had swollen out to a completely spherical shape, and to her shock, she kept blowing up, her whole body growing until her new... well, she supposed she had to measure herself in diameter now... was bigger than she had been tall before. Mitzi tried to think how that was possible; she focused on herself, but she had no feeling inside herself except for the uncomfortable hot tightness of her skin and, below that, the full, contented feeling of having a belly full of food. Again she was distracted, however, as her much abused undergarments finally gave up the struggle. With a twanging noise that seemed to Mitzi like an elastic the size of a city street breaking, the clasps of her bra parted and it flew off. A split second later the waistband of her panties parted, her underwear shredding into rags.
As though her mortification had appeased whatever force was driving her expansion, Mitzi's rate of growth abruptly began slowing, and within a few seconds had stopped. She was now a perfectly round sphere, about ten feet across, with pudgy hands and feet sticking out and a face that seemed small and insignificant over stuffed chipmunk cheeks. She sat there, rolling helplessly back and forth as she stared in horror at the camera, which had recorded every detail of her experience. After another few seconds, the cameraman, apparently satisfied that she wasn't about to bloat up even more, looked up and nodded, flipping off the camera and hoisting it over his shoulder.
"OK, people!" he called to the crew as he strolled back to the van. "Let's get back to the studio."
"What about me?" Mitzi called forlornly. The cameraman glanced back at her and laughed.
"You wouldn't fit in the van, lady. We'll send a truck back later to pick you up." With another nasty laugh, he climbed into the van and drove away, leaving Mitzi all alone.
Mitzi closed her eyes, despair welling up inside her. Around her, there was no sound except the wind blowing, and a faint creaking as her tight skin tried to hold in the air inside her. Two tears rolled down her swollen cheeks.
Suddenly, she felt something. A hand, touching her massive middle. She started and opened her eyes, glancing down at the ground far below. Robert was standing there, one hand on her skin, stroking it gently. He gazed up at her with eyes full of sympathy and compassion. Mitzi sniffed, wondering what exactly one was supposed to say in these circumstances, but Robert didn't seem to need words. He put both of his hands on her belly and pushed gently, rolling her over so that she lay on her back, looking helplessly up at the sky. Robert walked around her so that he could see her face.
"The clinic's just over this way," he said softly. "I'll help you."
Placing his hands tenderly on her side, he rolled her over again. Turn by turn, slowly, Robert rolled the swollen woman out of the street and into the shelter and privacy of a nearby building.
Several hours later, Mitzi had been comfortably installed in the temporary inflation clinic that had been set up in a nearby apartment, chosen because it had the widest doors in the neighbourhood. Someone had brought in a big white sheet to cover her and informed her that there was really nothing to do but wait. Fortunately, as Robert had said, it would wear off in about twenty-four hours, but until then Mitzi was left alone with her misery, unable to even move by herself.
She had been crying again for a while when she heard the sounds of the curtain being pulled aside, startling her. She sniffed and blinked away the tears, looking down at her visitor. It was Robert, looking uncomfortable and holding a bouquet of a dozen red roses.
"I came to see how you were doing," he said quietly, reaching around her to put the bouquet on the table.
For a moment Mitzi was just going to mutter a sullen "just fine, thanks," but as she opened her mouth she suddenly found herself crying again, the feelings that had been stewing inside her suddenly flowing out.
"Terrible," she said miserably. "My career is probably over. All of my colleagues, all of my friends saw me blow up into a blimp on camera. They're not going to be able to take me seriously after this; none of my viewers are. Any guy I date in the future isn't going to be able to stop picturing me as a big round balloon. Maybe things aren't so bad, but right now," she said, sniffling, "it seems that way."
Robert stepped forward and, to Mitzi's surprise, stretched out his arms and put them as far around her as he could reach – which wasn't very far. It looked so funny that Mitzi started laughing through her tears. For a few minutes she couldn't stop laughing, though she was crying at the same time. It gave her the hiccups, and that made her laugh even harder, until when she finally calmed down there was a weak, tentative smile on her face. Roger smiled back and stepped away, patting her belly gently.
"First of all," he said softly, "it's not quite that bad. Your studio called and told me to tell you that they're getting calls from all over the city from people who saw your clip and have either had the inflation disease themselves or sympathize with you. There's such strong feeling in your favor that not only are they letting you come back as soon as you're feeling up to it, they're giving you a raise."
"That's good..." Mitzi sniffed, but before she could say anything else Roger spoke up again.
"And second," he said, voice becoming soft and tender as he stepped forward again, placing both hands on her belly and massaging it slowly, sending tingling waves of excitement over her skin, "guys may picture you like this now, but not all guys see that as a bad thing."
Mitzi looked down at Robert in shock. He smiled shyly up at her. "It's true," he said, "there are some of us out there that absolutely love stuff like this. We draw pictures, write stories... to us, this inflation bug is a dream come true. That's what I meant when I was telling you I was an expert on this stuff."
"So the whole time I was inflating, you were..." Mitzi started, but Robert interrupted her again.
"I was excited at first," he confessed. "I watch you on the news every day. I've had a huge crush on you for a while now, so it was nice for me to watch you blow up like this." He smiled nervously up at her. "But when I saw how miserable you were, that you were so embarrassed about it, I felt terrible for you. All I could think about was getting you inside and getting you some privacy, but you were too busy arguing with the cameraman."
Mitzi stared down at him with mixed feelings. It was true, the inflation had happened so fast she hadn't had much time to do anything besides feel embarrassed and angry. She had completely forgotten about Robert during that time. Had he really been trying to think of a way to help her?
"For what it's worth," Robert added with a nervous grin, "I think you're absolutely beautiful right now. I've never seen anyone get quite this big before." He patted her belly then, awkwardly but tenderly, reached up and took her hand, tilting her forward. Standing on tiptoe, he kissed her full on the mouth.
After a second, he let her go, and she rolled back, mind in a turmoil. All she could do was stare down at Robert, who was beginning to look extremely uncomfortable and starting to fidget.
"I... I'm sorry if I..." he began, but this time Mitzi interrupted him.
"There are people who find this attractive, you say?" she said slowly. Robert nodded, unsure of where she was going. Mitzi squirmed awkwardly and leaned forward, tilting herself forward again so her eyes were on a level with his. The two of them stared at one another for a moment. Then, Mitzi smiled.
"Tell me more," she said, and kissed him.
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It was a dry day, and the learners were going to a site. Every one was so happy to be going but some forgot there parents permission so only a couple were going, David was one of them and so was pippin.
The trip was a nature walk in witch they had to find stuff to rite about and photo. David and pippin were tougher as a team as they went there on way, a little in to the Walk pippin need the loo "David I need the loo", David had a look around on the map and said "look there no loos for long while go in the bushes", "I will do no such thing" said pippin, "well in that case we better get moving", pippin looked around "David wait I will go in the bushes but only if you keep look out", "okay" said David.
Pippen sat in a squatted position and began to pee but David was looking over his shoddier, "David stop it I know your looking at me!", "sorry pippin it's just your so hot oops", "what did you say David?", pippin got up half showing her pussy "I said your hot, your the most beautiful Doberman girl I've seen", David looked away in bashfulness, pippin looked at him and said "you know David where all alone here I bet no one would find us here", she looked over David's shoulders and saw his big boner. "David I want to have sex with you now" David nearly fainted on the spot but David looked around and agreed.
David and pippin slid down the bank and found it was nice quiet, "so you want me to shag you or fuck you in the ass or what" David seemed to know what pippin wanted but pippin said was: "David I just want you to have sex with me". David slide off his pants to revel his big horse penis. "Oh my", said pippin "it's so big and large!" David slowly pushed his big cock into pippins tight pussy "ooooohhhhhh it's so good" she said.
After a while the teachers noticed David and pippin were missing from the finishing point. Miss dragon shouted "Mr. STORM we are missing two students, what are you going to about it?" Mr. STORM looked down and pounded "hmmm... I could send up and flag or fly over and look for them", Mr. STORM was a griffon and was never call by his first name in fact no other teacher would ever say "what's your first name?", He would stare at them and look deep in to there soul. "What are you going to do about it?" Miss dragon said, miss dragon was a dragon but she had a bad past one that only the F.B.I. could tell you so her real name is unknown she was a nice but strict teacher who would punish any one who made fun of her first name witch is breather.
Mr. STORM said "learners, wait with the guide here whist me and miss go and find the other two" Miss dragon went in front of Mr. STORM and looked around, there was no sign of them "there's no sign of them storm" she began to cry and Mr. STORM said "hay don't cry we'll find them or my name not Mr. STORM".
Meanwhile David and pippin had finished having sex and set of to the bus when she got there pippin said "oh no I've left my mobile back there!" David went back to get the phone but David soon got lost.
Mr. STORM and breather were still looking for the two learners but had stop for a break breather knew this was prefect time for sex they were out in the woods in the middle of nowhere.
She pretended to roll her pen down the embankment, "oh no, my pen it the only one I've got" She ran after it and bent over making saw Mr. STORM got a good look of her pussy she knew he would look as he had showed sings of liking her.
David had found pippin's phone and was now looking for the pathway or the bus.
Mr. STORM looked long and hard at miss dragon's big pussy and got a hardn as she looked back she saw his hardn and knew he wanted her, "oh take me now storm" she said as she pulled off her top, as Mr. STORM got up and undid his trousers and reviled his penis, miss dragon began sucking it straight away.
David had found pippins phone and the path along the way he found a coke can sigh...empty he really wanted a coke, David began to walk back when he herd moaning and groaning from near by, he looked throw some bushes and saw Mr. STORM and miss dragon getting it on.
David almost fainted on the spot and lost his breakfast, Mr. STORM and miss dragon didn't notice David on looking and continued to both moan and grown.
David got closer and closer but was not being very careful where he put his feet.
Mr. STORM's ears or tuffs herd something in the bushes and he throw his shoe at the bushes, OW! Shouted David, miss dragon looked horrified and Mr. STORM confronted the bush with his belt. DAVID FEDARB! He shouted at the top of his voice, miss dragon was getting dressed very quickly David had never seen her move so fast before. "Stop seeing and look at me boy!" David couldn't help but look at Mr. STORM's big long dark purple penis and before David put his brain in to gear he was sucking Mr. STORM's dick and boy did it taste good.
Mr STORM looked at David with his hand raised and was going to slap David off but he stopped and let David continue, "Mr. STORM what are you doing?" Miss dragon asked confused, "what I should have done the first time I saw David's dick".
A few minutes later Mr. STORM returned with David and miss dragon and he would punish David later (he never did?).
On the bus home to collage David handed pippin her phone and she kissed him and said she needed help with her home work.
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t looking down on me doesn't, for the first time, look so pursed in displeasure. Her mouth now looks ready to be kissed. I pull her down as I move away and she is suddenly on her back looking up at me, wide-eyed and breathless. "I thought you might leave," she says, stroking my face.
I bend down and lick her lips then I lick all around them before gently placing mine on hers and she nibbles at me, moaning all the time. I let her do this for awhile then I pull away and look down on her. "So you think I'm a B, eh? One fuck and I'm here for life?"
"You're a B," she says, with utter confidence.
"So what does that splash on your leg mean?"
She smiles her pout away. "That's just foreplay, Mike. Alas, it doesn't count."
"And slap and tickle?"
"Mere exploration, checking out the goods. No fuck — it doesn't count, either."
"Licking, sucking, probing?" I put my hand under her shirt and feel the softness of her belly.
"Inspection only: prudent: caveat emptor."
"Oral, anal?"
"You'd be just kicking the tires, Mike."
"Masturbation, bondage?"
"A test drive, little more."
"Swinging?"
"Merely sharing."
"Sadomasochism?"
"Inevitable, Mike ... if you are to say 'no' to me."
But I don't feel like saying no to her. Not yet. The way I figure it, one more orgasm would cool me off, another would make me cold and if I can hang around for a third I'd be so sexually sober I could easily strut on out of her life forever. I reach over and pull her head towards me then I lie there and take it, take the tongue lashing that brings me perilously close to my next big hurdle.
She is panting when she rolls away. She falls on her back and looks at the ceiling. "God, Mike, this is way better than I ever imagined. Way, way better. I expected more fumbling, not just you, me, too, more awkwardness, more hesitation, more difficulty ... connecting. I didn't expect your noises, I hoped for them, but I couldn't imagine what they would sound like." She looks over at me and her pucker grows into another smile. "We can do this, Mike. We're good at it." Then she arches up. "I've got to get out of these."
I watch her unbutton and unzip her jeans. "Don't take your panties off."
She doesn't, she just kicks away her jeans and sits up, quickly undoing and throwing away her bra. She turns to face me and holds her breasts in her hands. "You like these, Mike, at least you've always really liked them when I'm ... conjuring you. You've made it so I don't mind lugging them around any more."
They are big and soft and white and comfortable-looking. But, somehow, they don't suit her. They are too generous, too sexy, too feminine for the girl I've watched growing up. She has really big dark circles and really long, really stiff-looking nipples. "What would I do with them ... when you were conjuring me?" She is sitting with her legs crossed so I can easy see the huge wet spot between her legs. She doesn't care. I reach out and gently touch the wetness.
She flinches then smiles. "What do you do with them? Suck, bite, squeeze them, put your cock between them, rub them against you ... but mainly you just wanted them to be there for you when we were alone, like without the bra. You never let me wear a bra in our house." She drops her breasts and caresses the back of my hand as I run my fingers around her wetness.
"And you were OK with that?" I have a long way to go before I can understand this girl. But I'm trying and that really surprises me.
"OK with it? Sure, I was OK with it. Are you kidding?"
"Do you have bras where you can see your nipples poking out?" I don't like that the pink bra hid them.
She leans back on her arms, entirely comfortable with me looking at her breasts and playing with her wet spot. "A bag of them, Mike but I don't like wearing them because people stare so much." I can feel her pressing a little against my fingers. "But I won't care about that if I can pull this off. I won't care about that if I'm with you. I'll probably love it. I'll be proud of it, proud of them."
I don't know how long I can last and I don't know if I'll flee after my next orgasm so I pull my fingers from her wet panties and get to something that has been really bothering me. "One of the big knocks on marriage is that the men tend to get lazy, the women tend to get fat, the sex tends to get boring and life tends to get predictable. Why would you want that?"
She is still leaning back on her arms, her wonderfully sexy breasts spill over her ribs, her stiff nipples point south but her eyes are focused on me, intently. "I wouldn't. I'd like to be like your mother, the way you described her and I'd like to be like mine. She's not fat, she's not lazy and she's anything but boring."
I pull back a little and deliberately study her, looking for the big picture. She lets me, she just leans back on those arms with her eyes staring into mine, her mouth pinched in concentration. I took in every nook and cranny I can find, I take my time and she doesn't move a muscle. "So I don't have to sell myself to you? Is that the way it goes? You're entirely sold on me. It's just you who has to be won over? All I've got to do is decide if I want you."
She still isn't moving. "Yep. That's the last step in the process."
"And, according to you, I'm a B so we fuck and it's 'til death do we part.'"
"Preeeecisely," she smiles.
"That's weird." Weird that she would admit her strategy.
"Why?" She sits up and reaches for my hand. "I'm ready to settle down and so are you. You've only got three years before you graduate and you're going to have to work like hell to do that ... and work like hell at the beginning of your career. I'll be there to look after you, you'll be there to look after me. I'm not the fuck around type, Mike and nor are you. So let's not fuck around. Let's just be together. I'm not pushing for marriage now, that can happen in the future but we should be with each other now."
"So, you're thinking let's just fuck and get it over with."
She smiles. "Good idea."
I study her hand in mine. It's a strange sight; it's kind of erotic, but it just doesn't look like it belongs there. "I may not be the fuck around type, Marta, you're right. But I am the honest type. Do you know what I've decided?"
The pinched pucker is clearly a grimace now. She pulls her hand from mine. She expects the worst, that couldn't be more obvious. "I'd hoped for a little more thought on this, Mike, a little more time, a little more consideration ... experimentation before a decision. Are you sure you want to rush into that?"
I've never been a prick. I have to tell her the truth. "I decided an orgasm ago that I might be three orgasms away from leaving."
Pain is unmistakably in her eyes. "So, obviously, none of them will be in me."
I feel like a shit. "No."
Her shoulders sink, she puts her hands in her lap; she is staring at them. "What happened after that first orgasm, Mike, the one on my leg?"
"I decided to stick around for another."
She looks up briefly, tears are welling in her eyes. She quickly looks down at her hands. "Stick around for another," she repeats, then I can see her make a decision. She looks up at me. "OK, let's find out what happens after that one." When she springs to her knees and moves toward my half-stiff dink I try to roll away. "Don't," she demands, angrily pressing her hands against my hips. "I'm going to give this everything I've got so you just lie there and take it." She takes my prick and is about to put it in her mouth. "And remember," she kisses it, "the woman doing this is the one woman on this entire fucking planet who will do absolutely anything to get you." She takes me in her mouth and gives me a tentative suck, then she pulls away, sits up straight so I can get the full impact of her breasts, then she goes back on me but turns sideways so I can see them bounce and sway as she gives me everything she has.
I warn her when it's coming (after pathetically few sucks) but she stays with it and keeps at it until it's all out of me and I start to shrink. Then she sits up, sits back on her heels and looks down on me, more defiantly than anything. The pursed mouth that puckers so sourly is perilously close to a scowl. It's the mouth that only seconds before had been sucking me; the mouth that has told me all those masturbatory fantasies she has about me; the mouth that has told me, even convinced me, how much she loves me; the mouth that has kissed me lovingly. That mouth. The one I've always hated.
"You have beautiful breasts, Marta." I am trying to be nice, but it's true, she does. "I can see why I didn't want you to wear a bra."
"And why I have to wear one." Her nipples are unbelievably long and stiff. "Verdict?"
I ignore her question. "Sometimes I wear my mother's panties and I fantasize about being with her. I have one of those pocket rocket things which I sometimes use in my ass when I masturbate. I'm not a homosexual but I have fantasized about being with a man, a really, really gay man. I know I would want my wife to want to be with a lesbian. Sexually, I want to be as adventurous as I can be. But you're right, I'm no cheater."
She doesn't flinch. "Trying to scare me off?"
"Telling it like it is. Warning you."
Her eyes grow wider. "So I'm still in play?"
"Do you still want to be?" She's as tenacious as a pit bull, but slightly better looking.
She falls down beside me and drops her arm and leg over me. "You don't understand, do you? This isn't an elective for me, you are an imperative. I want us to start living, start planning, start exploring together. That last orgasm has to be in me. What do I have to do to get it?"
I have no doubt she means this. She is utterly convincing and I haven't a clue why she cares. I push her arm and leg off me and sit up and when I have my fingers on the waistband of her panties, she makes it easy for me to peel them off.
She peers up at me with a look I've never seen before. "Put them on, Mike. That will excite me."
I have them in my hand; they are so wet they are almost heavy. I bring them up and press the wetness against my face, breathing in the pungent scent. "Really?"
"Put them on." When I do she presses her palm against me and smiles. "Intimacy has many expressions, Mike. I want to find them all in you and I want you to find them in me. Here's one." She lies back with her legs bent and open. She brings my leg over her and she pulls me up until we're facing each others sex. "I like to smell myself when I masturbate."
I slowly lower myself, my cock and my face and we both start licking together. I don't know if you can call it beautiful, I have nothing to compare it to but it sure stuns me and not just because it's the first one I've ever seen, not just up close and personal, I mean at all, live at least. But it isn't that. It's the way she offers it to me, like, here, take it, it's for you, it's for nobody else. It's so honest and innocent and sincere, that's the way I take it and I know right then that this intimacy kind of changes things, that her offering me herself like that kind of changes things.
And something else changes things, too. She is thrusting at me and she is screaming so loud I can feel the vibrations on my prick through her wet panties and there is a sudden gush that becomes like a long rooster tail of cum, flooding into my face like a fountain. The whole thing is like one gi-normous multi-media turnn: the smell, taste, touch, the sounds, the flood, the energy of her driving pussy and the unbelievably femininity of it all: the breasts beating on my belly, my fingers digging into her ass, her hot, wet, smelly pussy smothering my face and then my cum explodes into her panties which are still pressing her face. It's an orgy of wet sensations that is so intoxicating I have to push her away for relief.
But I don't get much. Her lips are suddenly on mine and she is squeezing my neck like she wanted to strangle me ... but I don't care. I am completely and utterly spent.
And I don't care when she lets me go. I don't care when she pulls me into her so my head is on her breast. I don't care when she wipes away cum from my face and the sweat from my brow. I am entirely fucked.
"I'm holding you tight so you don't run," she whispers.
"I couldn't run if I tried," I murmur, my lips brushing a nipple that's as tough as leather.
"You'll recover."
"Ya," I say, as I drop off into never-never land.
It is the sudden movement that must have awakened me: her sitting on the bed.
"Coffee?" She points to the cup on the side table.
"How long was I out?" I am still feeling groggy.
"Two hours, give or take."
"Two hours!" I look around for a clock for confirmation. "Was I drugged?"
"I phoned your mother and told her you are staying here for supper. Just in case."
"In case of what?"
"In case you will. We still have an unresolved ..." she fishes for a word, "issue."
"Whether or not I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. That issue?"
"Well, ya, looked on your way, sure, but looked on my way it's all about whether or not I'm going to get the boot."
"Implying that if you don't get the boot we're just going to continue on in perpetuity."
She bends down and kisses me lightly on the lips, then smiles.
I kiss her back and can already feel a hardn growing in her sticky panties. I struggle out of them, not easy with her leaning on me, and I drop them on the floor, surprised that I'm not the least bit embarrassed. "I'm not the type to impetuously commit to something I've never thought about, just because somebody else wants it for me."
"Well, ya, but we're way beyond that now." She kisses me again. "This is no longer a case of just me wanting you. You're wanting me now, too." When she kisses me again I'm wondering what she's talking about. "There are just a few loose ends for me to tidy up. We know we're great in bed together and we're going to get better. I've showed you I can look after you. I'm just about to show you I'm a great cook. You know I can plan and organize: I've got our life together all mapped out ..."
"And you've proven you can lie."
"Lie?" She looks down on me, surprised.
I almost laugh at her confusion: finally, she is as confused as I've been from the start. "When's the last time you sniffed your panties when you masturbated. That was bullshit." It was the first thing I thought of when I woke up.
She giggles nervously and becomes defensive. "I've done it before, not for awhile, but I've done it."
"'Could do' isn't quite the same as 'want to do.'"
"Picky, picky, picky."
"Ya, well I don't appreciate you doing things just to please me." That really does bothers me.
"Get used to it, Mike" She smiles.
I'm really getting to like her smile. "I'm serious."
She stands up. "So am I. Do you want a shower or a bath?"
"Do you have any wine?"
"Gallons of it."
I knew when I slipped into the hot water that it is going to be increasingly difficult to extricate myself from Marta Glock's life. Then, when I take the glass from her, I am pretty sure I'll have to stay for at least one extra orgasm. She has changed the long, heavy brown t-shirt she had been wearing to a very light white one that stops just short of the tips of her short and curlys and it shows the contours of bra-less breasts to perfection.
"You're pulling out all the stops," I say, eyeing her chest.
She smiles, mischievously, her mouth not nearly so pouty as I once thought it. "The stops are the only thing I'm going to pull out."
"We're not there, Marta." I'm trying to nudge her onto the track that I'm on, but it doesn't seem to be working. In fact, she seems already to have us at her destination.
"No, eh?" She closes the toilet seat and sits on it, sipping her wine.
I look up at her and say what I've been thinking about for a while. "Since when did you become so horny. That's not the Marta Glock anyone knows ... anyone that I know of."
"And you're known as a swordsman?" She smiles.
I laugh. "Touche."
But she doesn't laugh, she is now deeply pensive, her lips purse in total concentration. "So do you want to know how I see this unfolding?" She reads me and quickly adds, "ya, assuming the last orgasm is in me and you're a B." But I could tell that her thinking has already moved way beyond that niggling little detail. "We get a place between the two school ... I know where ..."
"And how to pay for it?" My summer job won't even cover the next term.
"Ya, I've got that covered ... and the furniture, I can scrounge all we need. We'll be close enough so we don't need a car and we'll be close enough to our parents so we'll get all the support we need — to handle those difficult moments when you misunderstand me."
"When I misunderstand you?"
"You know what I mean. There are bound to be a few rocky bits."
"When you go crying to mummy ..."
"Or you do, yes."
I can see she entirely serious about that and that she is thinking through the next step of her plans so I take the time to take a good swallow from my glass and form the question. "So, who do you suppose would be wearing the pants in this little family?"
She looks at me and smiles, a smile that I'm learning gives her an entirely different look, something more generous, more compassionate, more understanding. "We both will, Mike, the pants and the panties."
I laugh, not feeling at all slighted, she never makes me feel slighted. "And I should accept that?"
Her face darkens. "Should you accept equality?"
"Ah," I say, sinking further into the water.
She leans forward now and fills my glass. I use the moment to cup some water on her chest so I can see a nipple. This she laughs at, then she smiles, something she has been doing a lot of ever since she decided that I'm putty. "Do you have even the slightest sense of how happy we are going to be together, Mike?"
Now, I try to throw some water on her fantasies. "I'm not there, Marta, not nearly there."
"Oh, pfffff, of course you are." I don't know how this irrational confidence started but it seems to be taking hold of her.
"What do you know that I don't?" I just can't see what she is seeing.
She puts her glass down and quickly stands up. "Be right back."
And she is, with a book which she hands me, then she places the half-full wine bottle on the edge of the tub. "I'll leave you alone to read that. Dinner is in about a half hour or so. I'll call." She leaves.
It isn't a book at all, it's a diary and it starts on her 18th birthday, just over three years ago.
She has beautiful penmanship, really lovely, she has obviously worked hard on it. And she is a beautiful writer. She effortlessly expresses herself in flowing phrases entirely devoid of flourish and doubt. And she avoids all sentiment, she's as pragmatic on paper as she appears in all her poutish concentration.
The diary has nothing to do with dates or events and everything to do with recurring themes: her family, her studies, her looks, her ambitions ... and me. Observations about me are peppered throughout the prose in no coherent order. Still, together they build a profile that seems pretty accurate. There is no mention of love in the pages. About me, at least, it's like she's building a case where she can justify inviting me into her life. There's not much about sex in there, either, not that I could find, no events, thoughts, speculations, nothing that could give me any insight into her. She does mention masturbation a few times and I'm front and centre there but there's nothing really sexy, just reports. In fact, not much has happened in her life, remarkably little, about the same as has happened in mine. Everything so far is like she has been preparing for an exam, in fact, she uses that very metaphor, prepping and cramming, but for what? That answer is on the last page. Yesterday. Preparing for the 'flight.'
When I put it down after a half hour, having just skimmed most of it, I can't figure out why she'd show it to me. It doesn't say much, just that she has taken her life seriously, really tried, really wrestled with some big themes, loved and respected her parents, gained a measure of spirituality through reading philosophy and tracked a seemingly dispassionate interest in me. Big deal. Why bother showing it to me?
She answers the question over a very tasty chicken dish which I've powered through, and a second bottle of wine, mercifully, because our glasses are empty.
I reach for the bottle but she gets there first. "Because I wanted you to know who you could have." She pours about an inch of wine into my glass. "I don't want to be too dramatic about this but as far as I've seen that's about as much effort as most girls put into building their life — the Hardys and the Marions." She nods the bottle toward the quarter-full glass. "Not a lot of preparation for another thousand months of living." Now, she fills my glass ... to the brim. "That's the effort I've put into my life so far. Sure, you can argue that I've needed to make that effort because I've had a lot less going for me. And that might be true. But who would you rather have beside you in the struggles of the next thousand months?"
She looks at me but I can see she doesn't expect an answer, not yet.
"I've decided to go off on my own, to start living as an adult. I've put in lots of effort to prepare myself, I've got lots of discipline, constructive habits, solid underpinning. I've got a great moral compass, lots of work experience, a useful database of information. I'm ready, Mike. I'm ready to take off. And I'm unbelievably excited about it. Trouble is, I need you to come with me. I've wanted that since forever."
This is her pitch? It seems a little thin to me. "A few hours ago you were going to fuck me into my future, now it's all about ... what? Teaming up with ... competence and the protestant work ethic?"
She laughs, genuinely, perhaps she's now understanding my confusion. "Think of it as fucking competence." We laugh together then she sits back, sips her wine and looks me in the eyes. "Look, I know I'm no beauty but I think I've got a lot to offer and I'm giving you first right of refusal."
"But why all the pressure for an instant decision? I don't get that."
"Because if I hook you now, you'll be hooked. If I let you get away, you'll probably wiggle away forever."
I snicker. "From fowl to fish."
"Fish to fowl?" she obviously doesn't understand me.
"You take flight, I just wiggle away."
She smiles. "But it's true, isn't it?"
"I haven't given a moment's thought to hooking or being hooked by a woman. Not a nanosecond."
"Until today."
"Until today."
"So now you have. And?"
"And ... I've had more ... action, more fun, more whatever you want to call it this afternoon than I've had in my entire life. So what? It doesn't mean that if I fuck you I'm going to marry you."
"Who said it did?"
"You did."
"No, I said you wouldn't fuck me unless you planned to spend the rest of your life with me."
"Same difference."
"No it isn't, it's an entirely different motivation."
I wave her away. "Semantics."
She smiles. "Fine. Have me and we'll see. That's all I've been saying."
My glass is half empty again which might explain why I don't quite get her argument ... but I suspect she is manipulating me. "You can cook," I say, eyeing my empty plate.
"I think I've been pretty impressive all day."
I put both elbows on the table, look at her and let her words sink in. "You have, yes, in everything you've done. Including confuse me."
"Oh, I don't know about that. You know precisely what I want."
"Yes, I just don't know why."
She leans forward and fills my glass ... to the brim. "That's why," she tilts the bottle towards my glass. "You've made as much effort in your life as I have in mine, plus you're kind of hot, in your own way. I decided a long time ago that I want you."
"I have a hardn again."
She smiles brightly. "I'm glad."
"What did you mean when you said we wouldn't have to worry about rent?"
"I said I'd have it covered and I would."
Her manner has changed. "You think I'm sold, don't you?" I don't know what I've said or done but I can tell that this is getting perilously close to a done deal, at least as far as she is concerned.
"I do, yes."
"Because?"
"Because you know I'm the best offer you'll ever get and you're as ready to get out there as I am."
Instead of taking a drink I drum my fingers on the table. "I'm tottering on the edge here, you know that."
She nods with a smile. "It's looking like it."
"You've got a wicked body on you."
She shakes more than shrugs. "It's available."
"You've got some nice breasts over there."
"A couple of them," which she shakes.
"I liked it down there, you know, I liked it a lot."
"There felt pretty good about it, too."
"Tasted great."
"Great to be tasted."
"Panties?"
"Anyway you want them, any time."
"Computer Club on Wednesday nights?"
"I'll be encouraging."
"I was lying about all that kinky stuff."
"Pity." She smiles.
My fingers are still drumming when I say, "You know how women change their minds and it's called a female prerogative or intuition or something?" She nods. "There doesn't seem to be a male equivalent to that, do you know what I mean?"
"Rules are rules, Mike."
I remember the little patch of clear cotton around her nipple when I splashed water on her. For some reason this inspires a question. "What if I find out you're lying to me, that you're not the person you're pretending to be?"
"Walking papers, Mike. You'll have just cause to walk."
I could hear my fingers still drumming. "When is this flight supposed to begin?"
"Upon coitus."
The drumming stops. It takes a moment for the word to sink in. "What? After the fuck ... I just don't leave?"
"We'll have lots to do and we'll be doing it together so, ya, you'll be staying here."
"What about your parents?"
"They'll be ecstatic, Mike. Trust me."
I start drumming again. If anything my fingers are noisier now and the tendons are starting to hurt. "So I call my parents tonight and break the news to them?"
"Or we can do it tomorrow, together."
I can feel myself sinking, helplessly sinking. "Am I doing this because I want to get laid? Can you help me with that? Is that what this is about for me?"
"You're smarter than that, Mike. You're doing it because it makes sense."
"Makes sense to hook up with a girl I barely know just because we have sex?"
"Because she's told you in a thousand different ways how much she loves you and wants to be with you ... and that she will spend the rest of her life trying to make you happy. That girl."
I'm still drumming the table as fast as I can. My nerves are shot. I think she's right. I was thinking in the bath: what would it feel like tomorrow if I ran. It hit me. It felt like I'd be living in a great big empty hole. "But I WILL get laid?"
"Thoroughly."
"As opposed to screwed."
"You'll never get screwed by me."
I let a silence develop, not so I could think, I've done all I'm going to do of that. It's all about instinct now. It's what Biff and Buck would call gut check time. "You've a few sides to you, don't you. You're interesting. You're sexy. You're smart. You know how to play me. How to use your body. You've got it all figured out."
"Eye on the prize." She smiles, she can sense the close, I know she can.
"And the prize is?"
"That we live fabulously happy, fabulously interesting lives together."
The drumming had stopped, I only know that because it starts again. "I don't know myself very well, Marta. I'm not the introspective type. I'm not much of a thinker, I'm more of a doer." I hesitate because I want her to understand me perfectly. "I actually have no idea whether I'm an A, B, C or D. None. No idea at all. I could be any of them.'
'You're a B, Mike."
I shrug, still drumming. "Maybe, but I don't know that."
"I do."
"OK." I threw my napkin on the table and get to my feet. "I'm in, pending coital access, but you're taking a big chance here. You may be right, I may be a B, but I may not be, too. I'm just saying that I don't know myself well enough to predict the outcome, I want you to know that ... you need to know that because I'm not going to take advantage of you."
"Got it." She quickly gets to her feet and as she walks out of the dining room she heads for the stairs and is three steps ahead of me when I say, "So, I'm going to get that?" She has on the white t-shirt that doesn't quite cover her cheeks.
"What?" She stops and looks back at me.
"That ass." I point, as if I need to.
She snickers. "And I thought it was all about tits and pussy." She snickers again. "That's what mum said when I started developing. 'It's all about the tits and pussy, sweets so if you don't learn to deal with it you'll be in deep, deep do-do.' That was The Talk, the full extent of it."
"You're kidding?" My talk went on for months, it's still going on.
"Wait until you meet her. It'll all make sense to you." She turns on the step, I can see the tops of her thighs and her pubic hair. "Actually, she's great. My dad's great, too but they're both definitely a little weird."
She looks unbelievably sexy there on that step. I don't just see the pinched and puckered lips all the time any more. Now, I'm seeing her sense of humour, her determination, her efforts to please me and her body which she's treating like I own it.
"I've told you mum's going to be ecstatic about you. I haven't told you why." She turns around giving me some ass. "Come on, I'll show you."
She hurries up the stairs so fast I lose focus, then I follow her down the corridor to the end and into a mammoth bedroom. Marta is at a dresser pulling out the top drawer. "This is all you need to know about mum." She takes a fist full of panties out and drops them on the dresser top. "And this." She does the same thing after opening the bra drawer. "And this." She reaches to the back of the panty drawer and comes out with two vibrator things. "Mum's the horniest woman in this city, I don't have any doubt about that. She can't wait for you."
I absently pick up a pair of the panties holding them up to the light, fascinated by how sheer they are.
Marta watches unperturbed. "I've always been a huge disappointment to her because I've never once brought home a guy for her to drool over. Never once. No guy has been found creeping out of my bedroom at four in the morning. Never any cum on my panties ... well, before today. No hickeys on my neck, no missing bras, ripped panties, no pictures or letters or emails. Nothing. Now," she laughs, and punches me on the chest, "she's going to get to live a little."
I'm really surprised about this panty thing. They're really getting to me. I never used to give a shit about panties, now I'm wearing them, or wanting to. "Maybe we could take a pair ..."
She looks a me curiously. "God, you really are into those things, aren't you?"
"Look at them? Jeez."
"Sure, take them, take all you want but I've got bags of it in my room. She's been buying me this stuff for years."
I snickered remembering her earlier on Biff's couch.
"What's so funny?"
"I knew you weren't the type to buy a bra with a butterfly on it."
"What butterfly?"
"That bra you had on today ..."
"She didn't buy me that bra," Marta holds up one of her mother's dainty lacy things. "This is what she's all about. She'd never buy me a bra that was too thick to show my nipples. I bought that one myself and there sure as hell isn't a butterfly on it."
"Ya, there is." I snicker again. Finally, I feel a tiny sense of power.
But my gain is Marta's loss. She's a bit pissed when she jams the vibrators back in the drawer and then all the underwear. "Come on, I'll prove it."
She doesn't mind that the drawers are half open and things are hanging out. She leaves as fast as she arrived and when I get to her bedroom she is holding up her mammoth garment with a surprisingly curious look on her face. "Jeez, I owe you an apology. I never saw it."
"Hard to from your perspective." For some reason I am feeling entirely liberated now, I feel like I don't have a care in the world, maybe because I'm a little pissed and I may be about to give my life over to someone I barely know. I jump into the air and land on her bed flat on my back. I turn on my side but she isn't there. "Hey!"
"Just a minute," she says from behind a door.
I take off my pants and underwear and wrestle myself out of my shirt. I'm going to get laid!
She's standing there framed by the door. Talk about tits and pussy. She's wearing a perfectly sheer bra and panties; her nipples are stiff against the fabric, her black bush barely hidden. She's stunning. I'm speechless.
"Say something. Mike, I'm kind of ... out there."
"God, I'll say." I get over to her in a hurry and just stand in front of her and touch her bra, touch it like it's an entirely foreign object, which it is. Then I remember the mirror I saw behind the door when I was poking around. I open the door and I stand behind her while I position her in front of the mirror.
"I hate that thing." Her pouting mouth is clearly making her point. "My mother put it there."
"She was doing me a favour." She's a little uncomfortable but I don't care, I stand behind her and watch my fingers play on the slick fabric over the deep swells of her breasts. I trace the dark circles and tease the stiff nipples then I'm running my fingers along the edges, along her skin. I move her in closer to the mirror so I can more easily see her nipples which are now really sticking out. "They're unbelievable, Marta." I kiss her neck, suck on it, then, as I get down on my knees, I run my palms around her side and belly as I shuffle over so I'm in the frame.
She is looking through the mirror at my hardn. "God, Mike is that going to fit in me?"
I've got a good one but nothing special. "If John Mason's can fit down Marion Yara's throat this can fit into you. Think Darwin."
"Her throat!" She looks stunned.
"Must have been. I don't know where else it could have gone." I turn her so I can look at her. I know for sure now that I have a serious panty fetish. It's the way they hold her; hint at hiding her; bite into her flesh; cling to her curves; cover her mound. It's the material and, I don't know, maybe it's the forbidden aspect to them, what they're hiding and that they're supposed to be hidden. Like I said before, I've never given women's underwear a first thought, never mind a second but that was before all this, before a girl got down to them and then offered them to me and now, well, I'm thinking they're my first fetish and the way they're making me feel, I'm hoping for a lot more of them. I touch her nicely swelling mound with the backs of my fingers and lightly travel into her gullies. "Open up you legs, Marta," I ask, noticing that my voice is a little hoarse.
"Jesus, you're a horny little thing, aren't you?" There is fun in her voice, she doesn't mean it as an insult.
I look up at her and see that her eyes are gleaming. "Man, I'm really into this, Marta, I'm just really loving this." My fingers have found their way under her elastic and I can feel her hair against my skin. I lean forward and kiss her mound then I bring my right hand between her legs and press my fingers into her anus, then into the wet spot at her opening."
"God, Mike, I'm just so there."
I quickly spin her towards the bed. She's out of her panties when she flops down and I swipe them off the floor as I press my mouth into her wet, hairy pussy. She's already screaming when I wrap her panties around my prick and I drink her cum as I shoot into the soft sexy fabric still hot from her body.
Now I'm feeling like I do after 14 straight hours of programming. I'm whacked. I rest for a minute with my face still on her, still breathing in that intoxicating smell. When she begins to move I stop her. "Stay there, OK? I want to look at you." I get up, get a pillow and put it under her head, then I get back on my knees on the floor again. Her legs are dangling o
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*Chapter 8 – You Should Never Go Home Again.*
*Note from the author:
A big thank you to my author; CaptainsSiren, for her wonderful editing work.
Please be aware this chapter contains some gore towards the end. Reader discretion is advised.*
After a few more sexual favours shared everyone went to bed together in John's king bed upstairs sated and happy. John was woken by Tom at sunrise; Merry was already downstairs getting ready. They left the girls asleep so they could prepare for the journey ahead.
John, Tom, and Merry had had breakfast, and silently packed their backpacks with provisions for two days. They would pick up more food on the journey, so they didn't want to overload themselves too much. The men put their rifles over their shoulders, and picked up their hand-to-hand weapons; machetes and an axe each.
By the time they were done, Anny and Skye had woken and come downstairs. Anny looked up to John, with tears forming in her eyes. They embraced in a long hug, which said all that could be said, "Be careful, I love you."
Tom and Skye also had a long hug, and once it was over everyone hugged everyone else. They headed outside; all was quiet in the yard, at the fence, and into the bush beyond. The only movement to be seen was the chickens in the yard, and a single dark bird drifting along the skyline.
John took a long, deep breath, sucking in the cool air of the morning. He took a moment to mentally prepare himself for the journey, and then led the group down to the gate. Anny held onto his arm tightly, he could feel her body pleading him to stay and be safe; but he had to keep going.
The men took up removing the large straight tree branches that bolted against the gates. Tom walked through with Merry, and John closed the gates behind them. He, Anny and Skye then put back the branches so that the gates were securely closed. He turned to Anny and gave her one last kiss goodbye. Their arms wrapped around each other, their tongues entwined and bodies pushed together with the passion only found between lovers.
John made himself pull out of the embrace, even though his mind and body screamed for him not to; they had a job to do. He turned, gave Anny's hand one more squeeze then climbed the wooden ladder that they had erected near the gate, which led up to a small landing. From there he lowered a rope ladder down the other side, which he used to join Tom and Merry in the outside world.
Anny had climbed up after him, and she pulled the rope ladder up after he was clear. John and Anny's eyes locked once more, and then with a smile and a blown kiss, the three headed down the road.
John took the lead, followed by Merry, and finally Tom. They walked silently along the dirt road, watching the bush for any signs of movement. The quickest route to Tom's place was to head into the bush about half way down the driveway road, but they wouldn't be taking that route as Merry's house was on the opposite side of the main road.
The walk continued easily enough. Merry was true to her word, and after three hours of walking she was still keeping pace. They had reached the main road, and were making their way north along it when they decided to stop at a small stream to freshen up; the heat of the day was rising.
The three kept close together as they rested and splashed water over their faces and arms. Merry was the first to speak.
"I can't thank you enough for letting me come with you guys today." She said as she looked at them each in turn.
"It's fine Merry." John replied, "You're doing really well."
"I just hope I can repay you two one day, it really means a lot to me to be able to see my home one more time."
The men smiled at her, she was a good companion, good in conversation, and knew a lot about how to work the land. They were both glad that they had her expertise in their small group.
They continued along the road after their short breather. They only came upon one car, and it was crashed off the road. There was a smear of blood in the middle of the road, and a few metres farther down a dead kangaroo. It was a large male, would have been well over six feet high when it was alive to stand up. The car had obviously hit it and crashed.
The men approached the driver's door cautiously. The car's doors were still closed, so they guessed that the driver's body would still be in the car. Unlucky way to go, John thought, the end of the world and this poor sucker is in a car crash.
John approached the smashed driver's door window. The bonnet of the car was crumpled up against a large gum tree; whoever was inside couldn't possibly have survived. He could see a body in there, bent over the steering wheel with blood all over it and the interior of the car. It was a man by the look of him, his arms lying on the dashboard starting to dry out from sitting in the sun.
John turned back to Tom and held up one finger, then ran it across his neck, which was the symbol to show the number of people, and that they were dead. John turned back to see the body staring back at him. The man started making gnarling noises and his arms were trying to get at John, who immediately jumped backwards.
"Holy shit!" John cried out as he stepped back; Tom quickly joined him at his side.
Tom went a bit closer to inspect the Walker, and then returned to John. John motioned for Merry to come forward; she had been waiting in the middle of the road about 20 metres back from them. The three stood together while the Walker tried in vain to reach out at them. His arms were getting cut badly on the broken window shards as he strained to get at them, but he was pinned into his chair by the steering wheel on his chest.
"Well, what are we going to do about our friend here?" Tom asked.
John took a deep breath to calm down from the surprise, and then approached the car. He took his machete out of its makeshift belt holder, and rammed it straight into the Walker's eye. He pushed deeper and deeper into its brain until the Walker stopped making any noise or movement. He worked his weapon free of its head, and wiped it off on the ground below.
John walked back to the others, and started on down the road.
As he passed them he said, "That's what we're going to do about him."
It was 3pm by the time they reached Merry's house. The men scoped the building with their rifles from the top of the ridge above the house, and saw no movement at all. The homestead looked intact and might possibly not have been raided.
They descended the hill and approached the house. Merry was to stay outside while the men made sure there was nothing dangerous inside. It was Tom's turn to take the lead with this house raid; John had led the last one.
They walked up to each side of the front door, weapons at the ready, and then Tom led them in. As John headed inside he was hit with a wave of hot air that had built up in the closed house during the day. It came rushing out past the men to be free in the cooling afternoon outside. A musty smell followed it, but John noticed that there was no smell of the dead lingering in it. He was unfortunately becoming attuned to identifying that particular smell.
After they had cleared the house, Tom called Merry in. She had tears in her eyes as she walked up the steps to the porch. She looked very cautiously at the house as she entered, then made her way in to start gathering some personal treasures.
John realised that there wouldn't be enough light to get them back to Tom's place today, so they would have to stay here for the night. He checked the rooms, but none were secure enough to be used for the night. He mentioned this to Tom, and after consideration Tom suggested they sleep in the roof.
It was a good idea, safe and out of the way. John found the man-hole in the ceiling and climbed up into it with Tom's help. The ceiling cavity was very hot from the day's accumulated heat, but it had a solid wood panel floor in the back corner where there were some boxes stashed. They could move the boxes out to sleep there comfortably and safely. The men locked the front door so that no surprises could simply walk in, and told Merry about their plans. She agreed, and continued to go through her photo albums.
With their task complete, piles of blankets, sheets, and pillows were arranged for as comfortable a sleep as possible; they all climbed up into the roof and settled down with some rations for dinner. They used an old oil lantern for light, which they hung up on one of the rafters.
They sat together, John leaning back on pillows against the wall which made the 'A' frame at the end of the roof, Tom and Merry sat crossed legged, all sticking into their cans of food. They chatted about things they had seen during the rest of their trip, about the photos that Merry had collected, when she and Jack had bought the property, and more.
She thanked the men again for letting her come with them, repeating that she could never repay them enough for their help.
Tom laughed out loud, "Well last night was a pretty good thank you!"
They all laughed. It was nice how close all five of the group were becoming, and the wonderful thing was that there were no feelings of jealousy with the partner swapping they did. The home they were building together, the events they had all been through, and the safety their new walls brought were combining to make them a very close-knit group.
They all settled in for the night together; there was just enough room that they could lie side by side and share pillows and blankets. When they were all comfortable, John reached up and turned down the lantern.
John woke to Merry tossing and turning. He realized she must be having a dream, and it was causing her to move around restlessly between the men. He noticed that her shifting around seemed to have had an unconscious effect on him as he slept; his cock was now at full attention.
John found his torch, covered it slightly and turned it on, dimly lighting up the attic. He listened for any signs of trouble from Walkers; nothing. Merry had her back to him, so he gently grasped her shoulder and shook her awake. She woke a little dazed, but not fearful.
"What? What's happening?" Merry asked groggily as she came out of her dream world. John's tug on her shoulder caused her to roll back slightly into his body.
"You were having a bad dream by the look of it, so I woke you." John replied quietly, he didn't want to wake Tom if he didn't have to.
Merry was quiet and her focus turned in as she tried to recall what the dream was about.
John felt her move closer to him. It took him a moment to realise what was happening, looking down to where her body was moving the blankets around. As she tried to recall her dream she had unconsciously started to slowly gyrate her hips against his wide-awake cock.
When her dream came back to her, she blushed slightly and whispered to him, "It wasn't a bad dream; it was more of a combination of what happened last night and memories of Jack."
He looked up to her face and met her eyes; the two shared a look that said all that needed to be said.
Merry moved her hand around behind her and put it between them, massaging his cock through his shorts. He tilted his head down and nudged her face away with his nose, so that he could start nibbling lightly behind her ear; she nuzzled back against his play.
John moved his hand around onto Merry's hip, and slowly started his fingers up her torso; drawing little soft lines along her as he went. He reached just underneath her breasts, paused, and then grasped her firmly. Merry gave a light moan as his hand cupped her and brought her closer into his body.
John was impressed as Merry started undoing his fly and the button at the top of his shorts single-handedly. He released her breast from his grip to push his shorts and boxers down and off his legs. While he was busy with this, Merry slipped out of her skirt and panties.
John wrapped his arms around her again and resumed massaging her breasts; pulling her in tight against his body. Merry was breathing heavily now as she settled into John's arms and took pleasure from John's cock between her legs, resting against her outer lips and slowly grinding against her. He could feel her juices starting to lubricate the top of his cock; the heat given off from her sex was incredible.
Merry shifted her body; still lying on her side she raised her leg as she moved her hips backwards to welcome John's cock into her waiting vagina. It was John's turn to groan with contentment. Merry's body was hungry for him as she gently moved herself around him, burying his cock slowly deeper inside her.
They coupled together deeper and deeper. When John was inside her completely Merry turned and gave him a deep kiss; which John eagerly returned. John pulled part way out of her, and then began nice, slow, rhythmic thrusts into her.
"Mind if I join in?" Tom whispered over.
John's thrusts stopped still, a little surprised that Tom was awake. Merry broke off their kiss, turning to face Tom. She answered by giving him a long kiss. John recommenced fucking her.
It was warm enough in the attic for no blankets, especially with the warm exercise that they were partaking in, so John threw off the blanket that was covering them. He could see that Merry had already freed Tom's cock from his pants, and was giving him a nice double-handed handjob.
Merry broke her kiss with Tom and called out softly, "John, lie on your back."
He withdrew from her as she rose up and rummaged over her head for the bottle of hand cream that she used every night to stop her hands from drying out. She found the bottle and sat up over John's knees. She opened the bottle and started applying a liberal amount of the cream onto his cock.
"So what's the plan here?" John asked quietly.
"Don't worry; I've done this a couple of times before. You guys will love it." Merry replied to John, as she grinned naughtily down at them both.
Once Merry had John's cock completely covered in the cooling hand cream, she stepped over his legs and turned around so that she was facing his feet, then started lowering her hips down towards John's cock. John took his cock in one hand and rested it against Merry's outer lips, however Merry reached down with her own hand to take over his cock, and aimed it at her other entrance.
John was a little stunned. He had only had the ass once in his life; it was an embarrassing accident with an old girlfriend that only lasted one short thrust. Merry eased herself down lower; John's cock 'popped' into her to the point that his entire cock head was in.
"All ok there?" He asked.
Merry replied, "Mmmm, sure am."
Merry let her legs lower her ass down further onto the waiting cock; John could feel her anal muscles opening to accept him as he watched as his cock disappear inch by inch into her.
When she was completely impaled on him, Merry sat up straight and looked over her shoulder at her anal invader. John could feel her pubic hair as it met his balls; she had taken him entirely into her ass in one long, remarkable stroke. John looked over to Tom, who had an astonished look on his face and a rock hard cock in front of him.
"Come here stud." Merry waved to Tom as she lay back onto John's chest; his cock still buried completely in her ass.
Tom got to his hands and knees and moved closer to Merry, not sure exactly what she wanted him to do. She grabbed his arm and guided him between her legs.
"I want you both in me at the same time." Merry demanded looking up into Tom's eyes.
John looked up at Tom, who gave a deviant smile; then grabbed his cock and descended towards Merry's willing vagina. John was floored; he had never in his life done this kind of thing before, but he was sure it was going to be good.
Tom's cock brushed up and down Merry's lips, and started to ease into her deliciously warm wet vagina. John could feel him entering her, the two cocks only separated by the thin membrane inside Merry. Tom took his time as he pushed. Merry said that she had done this kind of thing before, but the two men weren't tiny and they could hear Merry breathing deeply and slowly as she focused on relaxing to take them both.
Tom pushed himself further inside her; John could feel, through Merry, Tom's cock head moving up along his shaft. It felt fantastic. As Tom delved deeper, Merry's anus became tighter and tighter as she was filled with the two men's cocks.
Finally John felt Tom's balls touching his own; Merry now had them both filling her holes.
"Dear God..." was all that Merry could mutter as Tom finished his long thrust into her.
Tom gave her a grin, and then started to pull out of her just as slowly as he had entered. When only the tip of his cock was left inside her, he started heading back in again. Merry groaned with pleasure as Tom started long smooth fucks into her. John was immensely enjoying the sensations of Tom's cock rubbing up and down along the length of his own cock while he was sitting buried in Merry's ass.
After Tom had found his pace fucking Merry, John started to withdraw from her. Merry put her hands down beside her onto the floor to give John some room to move. Just before the head of his cock could pop free, John began pushing back into her.
John eventually bottomed out again inside her, then started working on Tom's off thrusts to fuck Merry's ass. Merry always had at least one full cock in her at all times, and was crying out with pleasure from the double fucking that she was now receiving. John moved one hand up over her mouth; they were safe up in the attic but couldn't afford too much noise to be made.
John and Tom built up the pace to really thrust into Merry with all they could. Merry responded by screaming out her enjoyment into John's muffling hand. Soon, John felt Merry's body change as they continued to pump their cocks into her. She flicked her head back, her chest was heaving up and down. Her legs started shaking as she was forced into a long, shuddering orgasm. John could feel the involuntary tightening of her vagina and ass; causing the men to slow their strokes as she became too tight to keep up their pace.
Merry's body relaxed and she collapsed down onto John, leaving him without enough freedom to keep fucking her. Tom increased his pace however, obviously keen to give her a nice hard fucking as her mind mulled in postrgasmic haze. John felt Tom's cock pounding into her as fast as he could; and felt Merry quivering as his thrusting triggered aftershocks of her release. The combination kept his cock twitching with desire. Tom pulled his head back and thrust himself as deep in Merry as he could go. John felt Tom's balls tighten and cock swell as his seed dumped into Merry's waiting womb.
Spent, Tom withdrew and lay down beside John. John grabbed onto Merry's hips and lifted them up far enough that he could start thrusting into her again. Merry was still slightly groggy from her prolonged orgasm and the fucking that Tom had just given her, but he heard her let out a soft groaning sigh of pleasure as he slowly resumed fucking her ass.
Soon John raised his hips off the floor and put all his energy into fucking her tight channel. His hips built up to such a speed that they were becoming a blur; causing his balls to swing around wildly enough that they slapped against Merry's slit. He had never fucked anyone this hard and fast before in his life and Merry's ass was taking it in stride. Tom's cum was leaking out of her and dripping down his cock and balls; only adding to the lubrication as he stroked into her.
Tom reached over and slid a hand down between her thighs, pressing his palm against her mound. Her clit ground into his hand with every thrust John ploughed into her ass. Unaware of Tom's role in their growing passion, John felt the tension in Merry's body mount as she roused to the added sensation, then felt her tighten around him as she built to another orgasm.
John kept as quiet as he could when he came; his cum roaring into Merry's waiting ass. She had regained enough focus that her release was triggered when she felt John cumming inside her and she squeezed his cock with her anal muscles; milking all that she could get out of him.
Light peeked through the cracks in the tiles above John's head. Walker wise it had been an uneventful night; sex wise it had been a fun night indeed. John sat up and looked over at the others. There was just enough light coming into the ceiling that he could make out Merry snuggled up against Tom, Tom's arm around her.
John shook them awake, "Come on guys, we're burning daylight."
After the men double-checked that the house was still empty, they helped Merry down out of the roof, and then they collected their belongings and headed outside. It would be another cloudless day; it seemed this summer would never end. They paused on the veranda to scout their surroundings. When nothing moved but the leaves on the top of the trees, they headed off.
As they reached the top of the hill, Merry gave one last look back to her home, shed a silent tear, and then continued along in line.
A hot day of walking followed. With their backpacks full of cans and dried goods from Merry's it was a harder walk than the day before. They passed the crashed car with the dead Walker; refreshed in the stream again; and headed off the main road down Tom's driveway. They would pick up as many supplies for the veggie gardens as they could carry and take them home.
They reached the start of Tom's yard and did their usual scouting of the buildings. No movement in the house, no movement in the sheds, all good. They headed into the shed first and started collecting into piles the wire, tomato stakes, and all the goods they needed to expand their gardens.
They had been there for a couple of hours. John was up in the storage bay in the roof of the shed collecting spare wood when Tom called out that he was heading into the house to grab some old sheets; they needed them to assemble crude sun shades that the leafy greens needed to survive the harsh summer sun.
"You right mate?" John called out, a bit concerned that he was heading off on his own.
"Yeah, no worries, all clear down here still." He called back, and headed off out of sight.
"Merry?" John called out.
She came into view down below, "I'm here John."
"Stay in my line of sight while Tom's away please." He called down, and went back to work selecting timber.
After several minutes of work John heard a scream, Merry's scream. He pulled himself quickly out of the pile of wood that he was currently in, and looked down to the ground below. He could see Merry running into the shed doorway towards the ladder that led up to where John was, but straight away he knew she wouldn't make it up the ladder out of reach of the Walkers.
"Merry! Quickly!" John called out as he reached the top of the ladder.
Three Walkers had snuck up on them; they were in the shed with them now and he could see them chasing her. Fear filled her eyes as she looked up at John and screamed his name. She reached the bottom of the ladder and started to climb.
He made a quick call, he couldn't grab his rifle in time to shoot all three of the Walkers, and if he jumped down from this height he'd break his legs and be no use as well. He lay down and stretched his arm down as far as it would reach. Merry had only made it two rungs up the ladder as the first Walker reached her.
John couldn't believe it, what happened next was horrible. Within a second, the other two Walkers had reached her as well; she was still a foot out of John's reach. They pulled her back down and she landed heavily on the floor. She looked straight up into John's eyes with complete terror as the three Walkers started eating her alive. Her scream was the most terrible thing John had ever heard.
"NOOOOO!" John cried out. He could see that Merry had gone into shock. Her eyes were glazing over into the abyss, as her attackers pulled her body apart.
Tears started forming in his eyes but his mind snapped him back into survival mode. Merry was beyond his help now, and the Walkers hadn't seemed to notice his presence. Where was Tom? He picked himself up off the rafter floor and raced around to a window facing the house; at least two dozen Walkers were all around the house. Just then he saw Tom come running out of the door of the house, machete in hand. The look of terror in his eyes showed that his fast escape was caused by being chased; John could only presume it was by more Walkers in the house.
"Tom, look out!" John yelled out as loud as he could, but it was too late.
Tom ran straight out the doorway and literally ran into another Walker, bouncing Tom to the ground. The Walker didn't fall as he was a very overweight man, but rather turned and screamed at Tom as he descended in attack.
The Walkers that were chasing Tom out of the house came out the door only a couple of seconds after Tom had. He was surrounded. He was doomed. Tom held his machete out in front of him to try and slow the closest Walker down, but only managed to impale it up to the hilt in the Walkers chest. John watched as his best friend was pulled apart by the Walkers. Tom screamed out with pure pain as he was murdered before John's eyes.
John couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and fell down to the floor sobbing. He wept like that for a long time, overcome with anger, grief and fear, only his survival instinct keeping his agony and rage as silent as possible. How would he escape now? He was completely trapped up in the rafters; surrounded by too many Walkers to count. It took an age before he came to his senses.
He carefully crawled over on his stomach so that he could see where Merry's body was. The three Walkers were still there, digging into Merry. He decided to stay low, to hide amongst the timber and hope that the Walkers didn't know how to climb, or that they wouldn't think to come up there to check.
It was the worst experience John had ever been through. Seeing Merry pulled to pieces, then his best friend meeting the same fate shortly after, and now cowering in a corner to the sound of humans eating other humans.
The Walkers wandered around the property all day and through the following night as well. John didn't sleep at all the entire night; just lay huddled amongst the wood with his machete at the ready. Only the next morning did they start to head off, seeming to move as a pack almost. John guessed by the position of the sun that it was 10 or 11 o'clock before he spotted what he hoped was the last Walker leaving. He was starving; his backpack was down with the rest of the supplies they had been accumulating, and he dared not head down to grab it.
With the last Walker out of sight for a good hour, John built up his courage and started down the ladder. Merry's body was at the bottom. He had to jump off the last step to avoid landing on her. As he landed, he saw Merry's head turn towards him. She had turned into a Walker but her body was so badly mutilated that she could only move her head slightly. John looked down at her, choked back his tears, and ended her existence.
He scouted around as best he could before heading to the backpacks and greedily digging into some much needed sustenance. He put as many supplies into his one backpack as would fit from the others, then headed cautiously up to the house to check on Tom.
Tom's body was there too, but in worse shape than Merry's had been. John walked over to him. As he came into view, he could see Tom's eyes follow him. He had turned also; he had to finish his friend's pain.
"Sorry mate." He said. He raised his axe and brought him to rest then dropped to his knees and started to cry. He looked up into the sky, wanting rescue from this hell that was now on Earth.
As his tears began to subside, he heard the unmistakable 'snap' of a twig behind him.
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Text: The whispers started early that day. "Ugh, it's disgusting, she's such a whore." Sarah mumbled. "I know" Michelle replied "those fucking basketballs she calls breasts are obviously plastic. And could her shirt be any tighter? I feel like we're only seconds away from a free show, and buttons flying everywhere."
As Katie gave a presentation to her global economy class, she was oblivious to comments from onlookers.
She stood 5 foot 5, with tan skin, long brown hair (which reached her lower back), an athletic body and an absolutely perfect face, with beautiful big brown eyes, and plump pouty red lips. She had D cup breasts, which was unusual for a girl on the dance team, and most people assumed they were fake, and rightly so. As she pointed to her power point presentation, her white cotton button down shirt tightly hugged her globular breasts; her overly abundant and deep tan cleavage was prominently displayed through the gaps between the straining buttons. It looked as though the top button was begging to burst free, but alas, it did not. A large red vinyl belt was wrapped around her waist, atop very tight black suit pants, which complimented her pronounced rear very well.
While guys loved Katie's "upstairs", they really loved her "downstairs". It was probably because she was a dancer, and knew how to wear tight pants which looked as though they were painted on. Her butt was the size of two firm cantaloupes, and was shaped in a perfect bubble. Guys fawned over her for it, and other girls hated her for it.
Personality wise, Katie was much less perfect however. She clearly understood how attractive she was, and consistently used it to get her way. She cheated on boyfriends, used guys to do work for her, and treated all girls as if they were below her. She was like a mini celebrity within the community of her college. All the guys wanted to do her, the girls wanted to be her, and everyone wanted to talk about her.
After copying Sarah's answers on their latest econ test, and earning them both failing grades after being caught, Sarah had developed a true hatred for Katie. She hated everything about her, and she had devised a plan to exact her revenge, and take Katie down from her high society status.
As Katie proceeded with her presentation, Sarah decided it was the perfect opportunity to give her plan a little test run. Staring at Katie, she snapped her fingers.
Katie, who was facing the wall where the presentation was being projected, momentarily went wide eyed. Her mouth went agape and her hands shot to her stomach as she felt a sharp growing pressure. And then within moments, the pressure was gone. Katie let out a sigh of relief, composed herself and continued on with her presentation.
But that's when it happened, with her back to the students, Katie's pants started pushing out toward the audience, each cheek ballooning and becoming rounder by the second, stretching out the seat of her slacks and slowly reaching the size of two over pumped volleyballs. Katie continued on, unaware of the growth, her rear swaying from side to side as it swelled and as she pointed to the board. The seat of her pants, ready to burst down the center began to give way, a single stitch ripped, and Sarah stopped the inflation.
Katie's rear now protruded a full 8 inches behind her and each side could even be seen from the front (each butt cheek, not her hips). It was large enough for a soda can to rest on top of, and looked as though if it were slapped, or any sudden movement, would force it to burst free from it's paper thin confines. It continued to bob up and down, as Katie moved around enthusiastically. She didn't even notice what had happened, and only a few classmates could tell her rear was bigger than usual (with nobody besides Sarah actually seeing the growth in its brief glory).
"Wow," a girl in the front of the class whispered to her friend, "Katie needs to lay off the sweets, her butt looks enormous!"
"Katie's always had a fat ass, you're just noticing now?" the friend responded.
"I know she's always had a big ass, but look at it... it looks so much rounder and wider than usual, like it's just sticking so far out" the girl insisted.
"Ha, you're right," the friend replied upon closer inspection, "it looks ready to pop free or something"
"I mean, how does she even sit down on that thing without ripping her pants wide open? Can she even fit in a chair?!" The other girl continued.
"She probably likes it so she can arch her back more and show the world those enormous fucking clown boobs."
"Haha, yea, well if she keeps on with that sweet tooth her butt will be bigger than her implants in no time."
"...Yea, it does look like her pants are going to split open any second."
"That'd be funny."
Their conversation came to an end as Katie's presentation concluded with a round of clapping from the class (or at least from the guys anyway).
As the clock struck 3:30 the class ended and the students gathered their things as they prepared to head to their next class or activity for the day. Sarah peered over at Katie, she grinned as she looked at her comically large bottom, which was bouncing slightly with each step Katie took and was pleading to rip right through its black skin tight boundaries. Sarah snapped her fingers, and walked out.
Katie walked through the hall, garnering the usual stares from guys drooling over her, and an unusually high amount from girls. Some pointed and giggled upon sight of Katie's gargantuan rear which looked ready to burst out of her clothes, but she didn't even notice, completely lost in her own world on the way to practice for the dance team. She was the captain, and was very excited to go over a new routine she had choreographed the previous night.
Katie arrived at the locker room to find all her team mates already changing. Stripping down to their bra and panties, getting ready to put on their dance team uniforms: skin tight black spandex pants, a matching tight black top, and large white belt across the abdomen.
As Katie walked passed the other girls to her locker, some said hi, and some just gawked at the sight of her jumbo bubble butt.
"Holy shit Katie!" Kristen exclaimed, as she approached Katie.
"It's time to lay off the Taco Bell! Your ass is huge!" she exclaimed as she grabbed it with both hands and gave it a firm squeeze. Her hands sinking in to the mountains of butt flesh.
Katie yelped and spun around to face Kristen.
"Hey! None of that today, I'm in no mood for it!" Katie replied. Katie always had a pretty big rear end, and was used to the comments, so she didn't realize anything out of the norm.
"No, I'm serious." Kristen retorted as she pointed to Katie's rear, "Your ass is looking seriously extra fat today, like its massive, I'm surprised your pants haven't exploded off of it!"
Some of the other girls giggled upon hearing this, none of them liked Katie, but only Kristen had the Gaul to confront her about anything.
"Shut up, Kristen!" Katie exclaimed, "How would you like to warm the bench for the rest of the semester?!"
That zipped shut Kristen's mouth, and good.
Katie turned to her locker and began undressing, she unbuckled her belt, than unbuttoned her blouse and took off her shirt, proudly revealing her silicone bust, which seemed to be desperately trying to escape an entirely too small sports bra which left her tan grapefruit sized breasts crammed together (creating a grand canyon of cleavage) and spilling over the sides. She finally came to her pants.
She tried to undo the button, but she couldn't – it was altogether too tight. As she struggled for what seemed like forever, she received a comment from the peanut gallery.
"If you're having trouble Katie, just bend over, I doubt your pants will survive the pressure from the twin moons of fat you're smuggling under there. I'm shocked they're surviving right now"
Katie's eyes darted to Kristen, giving her a look which essentially read "shut the fuck up, or I'll end you."
Finally she unfastened the button and began to pull down her pants. This also appeared to be no small task with her rotund rump's newly inflated mass.
After hearing many stitches rip in the process and vigorous effort Katie finally forced her pants down, leaving her near naked enormous butt jiggling in the air. 'Oh god, why was that so hard!? Maybe I do need to lose some weight...' Katie thought to herself.
Upon seeing Katie's panty clad butt, all the girls who looked over were shocked. It appeared as if her almost nude butt had swallowed up her light blue panties, creating an enormous wedgy and making it seem as though she was sporting a thong.
"Woaaaaa," one of the girls whispered to another "how did she gain that much weight that fast!? Her ass is gigantic!"
"I don't know" another replied "but it's pretty funny that it all went to her butt! Did you see how long it was jiggling when she pried her pants off? It had some kind of perpetual motion going on!"
"I can't even believe she was able to get them off, it looked like she was going to need the jaws of life to get her fat butt free"
Kristen, barely overhearing the other girls saying this, took another gander of her own at Katie's oversized rump. 'What the hell!?' she said to herself, doing a double take.
As Katie bent over with her tan bulbous butt in the air, she searched the inside of her locker for her uniform. Kristin watched as Katie's rear began to expand, her thighs joined in, filling out ever so slowly getting bigger and rounder, and adding another 2 inches to her butt's overall already enormous circumference and causing her already dire wedgy to become even deeper, slipping further up her butt. Her lower half was beginning to look drastically plump.
As she found her uniform, and stood up, the inflation stopped, and Katie hadn't realized a thing. Her corpulent rump distended about a foot behind her at this point. Kristen decided to say nothing, none of the other girls noticed, and she figured Katie deserved it.
Katie, finally finding her uniform, slid on her black cotton top, which was a little too small, and really showed off her relatively gargantuan tits (which was her intention) seemingly suspending them in mid air. She then pulled up her pants, albeit with some difficulty, but not too much considering it was spandex. She then secured the large white belt around her petite waist and began to lead the team into the gymnasium. Her rear vigorously wobbling with each step she took.
"Congrats Katie!" Kristen said mockingly, "I never thought you'd be able to cram your colossal ass into such a small space without exploding out of it!"
Katie shot her another angered glare in response.
Once all the girls reached the gym floor, they all got into their respective positions, with Katie in front, and providing them all with an excellent view of her already monstrously plump and tight rear.
One of the girls turned on the music and they began their usual routine.
Almost instantly Katie felt the pressure she had felt earlier that day in class, but much stronger. 'Ugh did I eat something bad?! Why I am feeling so bloated!?' she thought to herself and once again, as fast the pressure came, it left.
And that's when it started again; Katie's butt began to inflate outwards growing bigger in all directions. Slowly at first though, you would have only realized it if you were staring at it. Each buttock pumped up to the size of a basketball, and all the girls began to take notice. Katie didn't feel a thing however, and continued dancing, her butt bounced and jiggled as it swelled larger and rounder with each beat of the music. The girls started gasping, pointing and whispering amongst themselves.
"WHAT THE HELL!" one girl whispered, "What's happening to Katie's butt?!!"
"She's getting fatter by the second!"
"Her ass is blowing up like a balloon!"
"I guess she should lay off the fast food afterall!"
"Her butt is so fat! It looks like it's about to burst right through her spandex!"
Katie's butt now appeared to be a little larger than two firm basketballs in black spandex, bouncing up and down wildly along with her, and still growing, pushing out the seat of her pants, and stretching the spandex thinner.
Then, the growth picked up pace, and each butt cheek inflated to the size of a small beach ball, extremely round, and continuing to defy any hint of gravity. Her butt got bigger and rounder and wider with each step she took. Katie, still unaware, came dangerously close to touching Kristen with her continuously expanding rump during the routine when Kristen screamed, "Get your huge ass the fuck away from me before I stick it with a pin and pop it!"
"What the fuck are you talking about!?" Katie said as she whipped around.
"Are you a fucking moron Katie?" Kristen replied "Look at your ass, it's probably about to explode."
Katie turned her head to get a view of her growing butt and instantly screamed, "Oh my god what the fuck is happening to me!?!?? My ass is blowing up, someone help!" She felt her feet freeze in place unable to move.
Upon finishing that sentence, she immediately felt an enormous pressure directly within her rear, and her butt started growing even faster, quickly approaching the size of two enormously tight over pumped beach balls begging to burst. She could feel her skin widening and stretching, trying to adapt to her new backside. She felt as though any second she would literally explode. Her ass at this point distended about 2 and a half feet behind her, and was about 5 feet wide, and growing fast. It looked like an entire 30 rack of beer could safely rest upon it.
"Oh...OH... I feel like my butts about to bust wide open! Do something!" Katie screamed in utter panic. The girls crowded around her trying to figure out what was happening and began poking and prodding her swelling rump.
"Wow its so tight"
"It feels like a balloon"
"Is she filling with air??!"
"Stop touching me! Help me!? Someone DO SOMEHTNIG NOW" Katie demanded.
"Your butt is getting so fat! What did you eat Katie!??!" a girl asked.
"I didn't eat anything you slut!" Katie screamed.
"You're a bitch, or should I say, an ass," Kristen replied, "you don't deserve our help."
Katie shrieked in anger. Her butt's inflation was showing no signs of slowing, growing at an extremely rapid pace, and getting bigger and bigger with each passing second. Her taut black spandex pants began to make warning noises, a sign they couldn't take any more of Katie's huge ass, even starting to shine. As the spandex seemingly forced the swelling to slow down, each butt cheek began to now touch the floor even as she was standing.
"OH MY GOD! HEELLPP!" Katie screamed.
The girls, who continued to poke and slap and pinch her growing butt, couldn't resist but make more unhelpful remarks.
"It looks like there's no more room in the spandex!"
"Its so big and tight! Its touching the floor!!"
"I've never seen such a fat ass before! It looks like its about to pop!"
"It feels like it too!"
"I feel like I'm touching a basketball!"
"I wonder if it bounces like one...?" Kristen put in.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhh," Katie moaned in pain feeling her skin stretching, "stop touching my ass and get help before I pop you fucking bitches!"
Hearing this, a big grin rolled across Kristen's face, she walked behind Katie and placed a hand on each side of her inflating rump.
"What are you doing!!?!" Katie asked in a panic, unable to see that far behind her, "get your hands off my ass!"
Kristen didn't respond, she began pushing her hands into Katie's stretching ass, her hands easily sunk into the black spandex buttocks, pushing it out and making it bloat and stretch in all other directions.
"You're hurting me!! STOP!" Katie screamed.
Kristen said nothing, she put more pressure on her hands and brought each knee onto Katie's extremely distended butt making it bulge and widen out even more.
"Oh my god what are you doing!?!" Katie hollered
Kristen stood up, keeping one foot on the center of each bulging bulbous butt cheek, they squeaked and groaned Kristen began slowly moving her body up and down, bouncing Katie's ass.
"Stop Stop!!" Katie exclaimed, "get off of my ass! Its so tight! You'll make it burst!"
"That would be cool I guess, but I just want to see how high I can bounce on it," Kristen replied and began vigorously jumping on Katie's butt, repeatedly slamming it into the ground.
"OH..OH..OHHHH...OHH...!!" Katie screamed with each bounce, fearing her butt's imminent explosion.
The inflation slowed even more as the spandex couldn't began to reach its limit. Katie's butt filled with even greater pressure and became increasingly firmer.
Kristen bounced higher, and higher, "Wow this is great Katie, your butt is like a trampoline!"
"OHH! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASE STOP!!" Katie screamed "My ASS! OHHH! ITS SO TIGHT! ITS! OHHH!! GOING TO! OHHH! POPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"
Kristen jumped one last time as Katie's rear felt as tight as a balloon on the verge of popping.
"BOOM!" Katie's drastically stretched spandex exploded off her. Kristen was thrown to the floor, and Katie's ass jiggled uncontrollably, like a dropped water balloon. Her panties were long gone, lost in her all encompassing ass. The inflation in Katie's butt picked up again, Katie screamed as her ass surged out another 6 inches getting even bigger, now free from restricting apparel. The entire inflation then slowed to a stop.
"Fine Fine" Kristen replied as she got off the ground. "It was getting too tight anyway" she said, as she wacked it which made a resounding thump.
"You fucking whore!" Katie screamed. "My butt is so tight! Call 911! Before it explodes!"
"Oh shut up," Kristen replied, "You're only pissed because your ass is bigger than your fucking fake tits."
"UGhhhhhhhhhhhh...The pressure is growing again" Katie moaned due to the growing pressure.
Her eyes went wide, "Oh...GOD" She looked down at her tits while simultaneously grabbing them.
"oh no no no no no!" Katie screamed, as she watched her hands begin moving away from her and feeling her breast flesh swelling into her hands.
"hahahaha, her fake tits are blowing up now too!" one of the girls pointed and screamed.
Her D cups began swelling at a rapid pace, quickly pushing out her tight cotton top, each breast grew to the size of an extremely tight soccer ball.
"Whats happening to me! My tits! My beautiful tits are ruined!" Katie cried out, still trying to hold on to her breasts in vain.
The inflation quickened, stitches began to rip in the shirt and each orb inflated to the size of a basket ball, growing bigger and rounder by the second. A rip formed in the middle of the chest of her shirt, revealing 10 inches her immense overstuffed tan swelling cleavage which was still growing and dying to pop free.
With each breath she took the rip increased in size, showing more of her growing cleavage and chest, which was now the size of two large beach balls. All at once her top burst off of her over pumped tits, and drifted to the floor, leaving her breasts bouncing in her extremely tight blue sports bra.
It no longer looked like a bra any more though – more like a belt. Her breasts had grown so large that they were simply clamped down in the middle by the bra, growing above and below it.
As the pressure, and Katie's tits grew, she let out a scream of pain. "Get this bra off me now! It's cutting my tits in half!"
A girl started to approach her, almost feeling bad, but Kristen grabbed her hand and shook her head. She pointed to Katie's tits.
"There's no way you're getting the bra off those things."
As the other girl looked over more carefully at Katie she saw why, the bra was so tight around Katie's massive chest that each gargantuan boob began to pulsate, rumbling and vibrating with pressure as they continued to bloat.
Katie clenched her fists and teeth, closing her eyes in pain.
"BANG!"
The sports bra burst free from her ever expanding globes.
Some of the girls jumped in surprise.
Her breasts wobbled violently in different directions in the air for a moment before slowing to a stop. They were perfect spheres without a bit of sag, and without restraints they were growing fast.
"OH NOOO!" Katie screamed as she watched her breasts balloon out in front of her.
The girls laughed at Katie's new misfortune.
Her blimping breasts approached the size of her gargantuan rear and also came to rest on the floor.
The girls poked, pinched, and slapped her tits.
"Stop that! You're going to pop me! Get away!" Katie yelled.
"They feel just like her butt, but even tighter!" one girl said.
The inflation slowed as room ran out in her tits.
"Oh godddddd, I feel so tight! Ughhhhhh!!" Katie screamed.
"Wow Katie," Kristen said, "You're everything you always wanted to be, all tits and ass!" she said as she gave her left tit a loud slap. Katie moaned in pain.
There Katie stood, almost completely naked, all except for a while vinyl belt, tightly hugging her still slim waist, and some unseen panties.
"Oh my god. It stopped!" Katie screamed, even though she could feel her tits and ass still filling with pressure. "You're all going to be fucked when I'm back to normal, I'm going to turn you all in to the police!"
Some of the girls started to actually look a little worried.
"Well, I guess we're not going to let that happen." Kristen replied.
A look of confusion overcame Katie.
She was obviously immobile, and couldn't see anything that wasn't in front of her, but she could hear something being dragged across the gym floor behind her.
"What the fuck are you doing you bitch!?" Katie screamed.
Then she saw Kristen, and a fire hose in Kristen's hand. Katie opened her mouth about to say something when Kristen jumped on top of Katie's tightly stretched and tan globular tits and shoved the fire hose directly into Katie's mouth. A Look of shock overtook Katie's face.
"mmmmmmmPHHHMMMMMMPH!"She tried to scream.
"Good bye Katie", Kristen said, climbing down from her tits. "At least you'll go out with a bang!" She said as she patted the overinflated tits.
She turned on the fire hose, and instantly water began filling Katie's stomach. But somehow she wasn't drowning.
Her stomach began to get a little puffy, and then began to swell outwards, rolling over and under the constricting white belt, and filling fast.
"MMMMMMMMMMPHHPHHHP!!" Katie groaned in protest.
Her belly approached the size of lady 9 months pregnant being clasped down in the middle by the oh-so-tight belt.
BANG!
The belt exploded, letting her stomach swell freely, and push her seemingly weightless tits right into her face, almost smothering her.
He stomach quickly approached the size of a large beach ball, widening and rounding out in all directions, growing bigger and tighter by the second; her skin was stretched so tight it was almost becoming shiny.
Kristen placed her hand on Katie's mammoth belly and pushed. She could hear the water sloshing inside.
"Wow" Kristen said, genuinely surprised. She left her hand on Katie's stomach and watched as the pressure within it pushed out her hand.
"She's getting so big!" Kristen exclaimed, "And her belly's as tight as a drum, she's probably going to explode any time now." She said as she firmly jabbed Katie's stomach. A slap and sloshing water echoed throughout the gym.
"MMMMMMMPH!" Katie motioned, flailing her arms (which couldn't reach the hose due to her gargantuan tits).
Her stomach pulsated, swelling even more, and began sinking down to the floor due to the weight of the water churning inside. As her belly swelled out and filled up more and more, her enormous abdomen reached the size of the three large beach balls combined and the overall weight began rolling Katie forward, right out of her shoes (which stayed stuck to the floor) until she was resting atop her giant tits and tummy.
"Woa" Kristen said in a daze as she stared at Katie.
It was a site to see, Katie's little tanned athletic body, resting a top two breasts the size of Volkswagens being sandwiched into the ground, an ass that stood about 8 feet high on her backside and jiggled with the slightest movement, as she slowly raised due to her inflating belly which was now the size of a large truck, and looked ready to explode.
"Now this looks fun!" Kristen exclaimed. She had one of the other girls give her a lift as she climbed on to Katie's back, pushing her stomach and tits into the ground even more, making their sides stretch out even more.
She grabbed two handfuls of Katie's hair as she straddled her, leaning back into her tight rear end. Kristen began to sway front and back.
"Neigh like a horse Katie!" she screamed with joy, picking up pace, bobbing up and down, and slamming Katie's ready to burst belly and breasts into the ground repeatedly.
She bounced and bounced, as Katie moaned in pain and swelled even larger, but became even tighter.
Soon Katie's tits, ass and belly were too tight. Kristen's bucking motion just became her bouncing up and down and causing the sound of sloshing water to fill the gym.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHH!" Katie tried to scream, her tits started bouncing violently and her butt began jiggling wildly, completely wide eyed, there were two ear piercing POPS! As her gargantuan tits burst, as she rolled forward her belly throbbed and then POP!! BANG!! Her enormous belly and ass, burst in all directions, sending Kristen to the floor and a torrent of water momentarily filled the gym.
All the girls seemed dazed and confused, not remembering why they were in the gym, or why they were wet..
Sarah, peering in the gym through a window in the door grinned.
"Wow, who knew inflation and mutiny spells would work so well together?"
She chuckled to herself and walked away.
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My first "yiffy" story. "But wait," you may exclaim, "there's no yiffing!" Well, not yet, no. This is the setup, with the next chapter gettin' it on... Which won't be ready 'til after a trip I'm gonna take.
In the meantime, enjoy a beatdown and lemme know what y'all think of my writin.'
Few who come to the heat and humidity of the far south pay heed to the fact that even a tourist city still has full-time residents, and that those residents, too, need to occasionally take some time off and relax. Thus, in the warm city that sat beside the largest cluster of theme parks in the nation, one could find all the vices and extravegences of any larger city.
It was these thoughts that went through James' mind as he sat on a barstool in a cramped, smokey, and downright smelly bar that was little more than a hole between a corner store and another, larger, more popular club. *But who needs the big ones, when you can get just as wasted for cheaper at a shithole like this?* James mused as he brought up his drink from the bar and sipped carefully. The care he shown, of course, was due to the fact that his face was not the flat, smooth form of a human, but the long and somewhat pointed muzzle of a fox.
*It's been far too long, anyway, since I came here*, James thought as he sipped at his White Russian, savoring the flavor that his improved senses carried to his brain. *I'll have to be careful with drinks like these... Something stronger, and the alcohol would be making me sneeze out this schnoz of mine, but with the cream, it's desensitizing.*
Just then, someone smacked into his tail as they went about their way through the crowded bar. "Sorry," the man - a human - muttered, somewhat uncaringly. James just shot the man a brief, disgruntled look, and then turned around to look over the crowd. *Where the fuck* is *Mike, anyway?* James thought, noting with some satisfaction that the crowd had a fair number of anthropomorphics like him in it.
*'Bout time, too*, James mused as he turned back to his drink and nursed it a bit more. *It's been six months since The Change, so you'd think most of us would've had time to adapt*. He thought, of course, of the confounding, illogical, yet utterly real event that had taken nearly fifteen percent of the world's population and turned them into something that had only been thought of in stories and fairy tales.
*And by twisted weirdos like me*, James added, smirking at the thought. *I admit it, bein' a furry fan was - and still is - one weird, freaky, geeky thing*. He paused then and sighed. *Yet, I love it. Hell, I've been enjoyin' this since the shock wore off.*
"Got a problem, son?" A voice asked him, and James looked up from his drink to see the attractive young female that tended the bar. "You've been nursing that thing all night," she added, and then pointed to the tumbler in James' hands.
The fox looked down at the drink briefly, and then looked back at the woman with a light smirk on his face. "I'm fine, actually. It's just that I don't care for getting totally smashed, especially as I gotta watch out for my friend who lives up to his Scottish heritage of getting drunk off of whiskey."
The short woman smiled at that, and she nodded. "Okay then, but remember, there's a two drink minimum, and this is your first one, so you get working on the next one soon," she said with a smirk.
James just smiled back and nodded. "No problem, miss," he replied. Satisfied, the woman turned and headed down the bar to take care of another customer who was banging his empty beer bottle against the counter.
*Fucking beer drinkers*, James mentally cursed as he took another, larger sip from his drink. *Drink that bear piss that's about as strong as a housefly with Parkinson's and yet they think they're manly*. He snorted at the thought, but then blushed as his large nasal cavity amplified the sound more than he had intended, and he smiled at the two people sitting on either side of him when they gave him looks.
*Six months, and I still gotta get used to some things*, the fox mused with a shrug as he returned to his drink. *Speaking of getting used to things, I've got to stop letting Michael drag me to these places and then have him duck out with a lady friend*, he thought as he surveyed the crowd again. *I don't see him, and the smells in here are too bad for me to scent him out.* James sighed then and resumed sipping on his drink. *I'll finish this and have another to keep the bouncers happy, and then I'm outta here.*
A fair bit of time later, James was squeezing his way out of the bar's equally-small entrance, getting a fair mix of looks from surprise, to curiosity, to hostility from those waiting to get in. *The ones that hurt the most, though, are the piteous ones*, the fox thought darkly as he turned and headed down the sidewalk, finally emerging from the heavy crowd around the bar and into the mass of people still walking up and down the downtown club strip.
His goal, however, wasn't any of the other bars or clubs that populated the downtown area, but rather, James headed towards the interstate that ran through the heart of the city, and the parking lots that the enterprising city government had placed underneath the overpasses. There, he had left his car, and he was eager to get back before the time he had paid for ran out. *Fucking meter maids are anal when it comes to that*, he thought, angrily, as he knew from experience that the enforcement was tight at such places. *God forbid that my tax money was enough to pay for the lots' construction, but also I can't be more than a few seconds late to my fucking car*.
So involved was he in his mental rant that James startled as he heard a noise from down the street. Stopping, the fox looked up and around, realizing that in his state he had moved off of the main strip in an automatic fashion, and now was in one of the lesser-traveled sidestreets that led to the parking lots. Then he saw several people milling about down at a corner on his side of the street, and he realized that the noise he had heard was a shout.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" A burly man asked harshly of someone who had backed against the fence of a lot bordering the steet, the slurred nature of his voice telling all that he had had a few too many to drink. With him were a pair of similarly-sized men, who seemed to sway a bit, indicating that they, too, were drunk. Around these four persons were several others, grouped in clumps, who had apparently been drawn in by the confrontation, tough none were especially close.
James took in all of this information in an instant, during which the loud drunk had moved forward, closer to the person against the fence. "I asked you a question, freak!" He bellowed, waving his right hand up, which still clung to a brown-bagged bottle. "What's it like, knowing that you're a God-damned mutant?"
James felt his ears fold back against his skull, and he began to walk quickly towards the confrontation. *Freak? Mutant? Gee, I wonder what kind of person the drunken fucktard has cornered?* He asked himself, though he already knew the answer.
"Look, I just want to go home," the person, a woman, replied, and she edged to the side to get away from the man, slowly bringing herself into the light. James slowed a bit in surprise as he saw that the woman was not only a Changed person, but a vixen as well. However, he resumed his previous speed, and soon was at the outer ring of people.
The drunken man and his two cronies, meanwhile, had advanced further towards the woman, the leader of the three reaching out to grab the vixen's arm with his left hand. "Hey! I didn't say you could go, bitch!"
"You're hurting me!" The woman replied, her eyes wide and ears folded back in fear.
"That's not hurting you," the drunk replied, and then sneered as he brought his right arm down and around, smashing the beer can-holding fist into the side of the vixen's snout. The force wasn't necessarily hard, as the man's lack of coordination, added to the beer can crushing in his palm, served to lessen the impact. It was enough, however, to knock the woman's head around, and she recoiled back to slam against the fence, making it rattle.
It was also enough to make James dash forward. "Hey, shithead!" He called out as he brought up his right arm and cocked it back. As he intended, the call had brought the drunken man's head around, thus presenting James with his target, and he let his fist fly.
The blow was quick, but aimed from the shoulder to the point that James knew would cause the most pain; the man's nose. His fist came in and connected with the side of the nose even as the drunk pivoted his head around, coming left so that his turning amplified the force of the blow, and the appendage made a sickening 'crunch' as the cartilage broke asunder under the strain.
"Hey!" One of the other drunks called out, his alcohol-addled mind starting to work out that another person had come into the altercation. He reached out as well, but James had already drawn back from the slugging he had given the big man, and the fox whirled about, deliberately and instinctually whipping his tail about to distract his foes. The rapid shift of mass also allowed James to quickly deliver a left-handed rabbit punch to the second drunk's solar plexus, which unbalanced the human. With his equillibrium destroyed by the legal intoxicant, the drunk fell over, his breath leaving him in an explosive 'pah.'
Meanwhile, though, the third man had gotten behind James, and he threw a punch aimed for the back of the fox's head. Forunately for James, though, the man's drunken state, plus the fact that he had shifted forward to punch the other man, threw the aim off, and the blow glanced off of the side of James' head. It still hurt, though, and the fox automatically yelped out in pain.
However, James wasn't hurt as bad as the noise would have led others to think, and he turned around warily to face the third man, who was unable to capitalize on his position as his lack of balance bade him to spend his effort to simply standing up in the wake of his attack. The fox took good advantage of this, and he snapped up his right fist and again delivered a crushing blow to a nose. The crack of breaking cartilage and the scream of pain accompanied the man's fall to the ground, where he curled up in pain.
Then things became suddenly still, as all three drunks were lying on the ground, though the first and largest one was starting to stand up slowly. James galnced over to the vixen then, who had simply stood still in shock throughout the brief fight. "Are you okay?" He asked of her.
It wasn't the lady who replied, though, but the burly man standing up. "You won't be when I'm done with you, you little ass-sniffing flea-bitten dog fucker," he slurred out, his voice somewhat nasally from the fact that his sinuses were blocked with blood and cartilage. However, when the tall human turned to face James, his tough demeanor evaporated, as James had turned to face the man fully, his teeth bared, ears laid back, and hands open to display the claws that had replaced his fingernails. Then the fox-man growled briefly, causing the other man to start.
"Now, you look here you neo-Nazi reject," James managed to grit out after regaining control of his emotions enough to stop growling. "I am about five seconds from ripping your throat out and eating it. So do yourself a favor and get out of here now, or I'll show you just how 'freaky' I can be."
To his credit, the bloody man took the hint, and he backed away from the pair of Changed persons briefly before he turned around and started to run off crookedly. The two men on the ground took this as their cue, and they both crawled away from James a bit before they, too, staggered to their feet and then jogged off.
Again, things became still, and James took a moment to close his eyes and breathe deep, willing his body and emotions back under control. After a few moments of this, he became aware of the mutterings coming from the people gathered around the scene, and more importantly, the soft sobs from the woman he had come to help.
The latter were what made him open his eyes again, and James turned to see the fox-woman leaning against the fence, one arm up over her face, covering her eyes. The sobs quicky slowed into sniffles, and James walked over and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he began quietly. "Are you okay?"
"Give me a minute, and I will be," the woman replied, her voice quiet, but strong. James gave a nonverbal grunt, and he turned away from her to give a baleful look at the people around them. The way they stared, and still stood there, doing nothing, made his blood boil. "Am I the only person in this fucking city who can get off their ass and help someone?" He yelled at them, his ears going back again as he swept his gaze along the line, causing most everyone to blush in embarraassment. "God help you all when the next hurricane comes along, because looters won't think twice about beating the living shit out of you."
"Fuck you, animal," someone said from in the back of the group. James whirled about and quickly focused on the direction that the voice had come from, but he didn't see anyone with the face that showed the kind of defiance that would have accompanied such a statement. "Come out here and say that, you bastard," the fox snarled, and then waited. When no one came out, he snorted derisively. "Thought so. I may be an animal, but you're a fucking coward, you craven, frightened little shit.
"As for the rest of you," he continued, looking around again, though his anger had bled away with the chewing out he had given the faceless man. "Show's over. Go back to killing your brain with booze and get out of my face."
It took a moment, but soon, people began to drift off, turning and leaving in groups, talking to each other about one thing or another, some making rather rude comments about James and all Changed people. The fox ignored them, however, and then turned to face the vixen once again, a bit surprised to see her standing there, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face. He blushed then - a curious mix of animalistic ears-folding-back, and human blood-rushing-to-the-face - and shook his head. "I'm sorry you had to see that," he said, somewhat ashamed, as his white-furred cheeks took on a pinkish twinge.
"No, it's all right," she replied, her voice still quiet. "It's just... I don't think I've seen anyone like you- er, like us, act the way you did." She blushed at this, and then shuddered a bit. "That, and the way you told everyone off."
James couldn't help but grin ruefully. "Yeah, I have a temper, I guess," he said, and then reached up to rub where the drunk's fist had smacked into his head. He winced a bit at the touch, but was relieved to feel that it wasn't all that heavily bruised. "But anyway, are you okay now?"
She nodded, her expression still inscrutible. "I am, a bit," she said and then looked down at the ground. James realized, then, that she was still struggling with herself, and he leaned his head forward a bit. "Do you want some company back to your car?" He asked, cautiously. "You know, in case those assholes decide to come back?"
The vixen looked up at that, and she managed a faint smile. "I would, but I don't have a car. I live in an apartment a few blocks from here," she said, and then shuddered again as her smile faded. "I... I don't want to be a bother... But could you, uh..."
"Walk you there?" James asked, and then smiled when she nodded. "I'd be glad to, though I'll have to ask for a detour, if you don't mind; my car's meter is gonna be running out soon."
"Oh," she replied, blinking. Then she ventured another, fragile smile. "Well, if you want, the building I live in has a few extra spaces for visitors..." She let her voice trail off then, and she glanced away.
James, though, just blinked. "You sure about that?" He asked, softly. "You don't know me."
"I know that you're the only person out of a few dozen who came to help me," she replied, quickly. "The only people who help strangers are people who can be trusted for a little bit, at least."
James thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Alright, if you don't mind a messy car floor, then," he said with a faint smirk. "Why don't we go before the cops finally get off their asses and come to the report of a fight?" She didn't argue.
The walk to the car and the subsequent drive were unharried, for which James was grateful, as was he for the quiet nature of the vixen, who had only said a few brief acknowledgements or phrases since they had left the scene of the fight. The reason for the latter was due to the fact that the alcohol he had imbibed earlier was already making it hard for him to concentrate, and the slowly-increasing pounding that came from where he had been punched also worked to distract him. *Damn glad I can exert some conscious control over myself when I'm not too plastered*, Jim thought as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the lady's apartment building. *Still, I'll be glad to sleep this off*.
A few moments later, the car was parked, and James climbed out of the car and started to walk over to the passenger side, though he was preempted by the vixen climbing out by herself. Curious, she peered at him. "Were you actually coming over to open my door?" she asked, incredulous, causing James to blush. "Uh... Yeah," he replied, sheepishly.
The woman smiled at him, and she shut the door to his old import before speaking again. "Well, I appreciate it, but you've done enough already," she said in a friendly tone, and then began to walk towards the front entrance of the large building, though she halted when she saw that James had turned back to his car and opened the door to the back seat. "What are you doing?" She asked, curious.
"Huh?" James muttered, and then looked up at the vixen. His mind took a moment to process the informatio before he replied. "Oh, well, my head's pounding from being smacked, and I've had a few, so I'm just gonna sleep a bit and hope I'll feel better in the morning."
"But... In your car?" She asked, incredulous. James, though, just shrugged off her question. "I've slept in it before. Not all that comfortable, to be sure, but better than smashing into something on the way home because I'm getting more and more tired and can't focus myself on driving properly."
The lady stood there for a moment, her mind apparently working on something, though James was, as stated, a bit out of it and didn't care. Instead, he took a moment to look over the vixen. He noted, in approval, that her above knee-length skirt gave a good view of her digitigrade legs, and that her coat and shirt were small enough to give a good outline of her reasonably-endowed chest, while at the same time weren't so tight that they made her seem slutty.
She said something then, and James shook his head out of his daydreaming. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked, and then yawned as he waited for an answer.
The vixen smirked slightly, but also blushed. "I was saying, if you want... Well, my apartment - almost a condo, really - is pretty big, and I have a couch if you want to sleep somewhere more comfortable tonight."
James blinked hard at that, and she shook his head. "Ma'am, please, you don't know me," he said, and paused as a sense of deja vu went over him. "I really think you should just go on up and forget about me."
"No, please," the vixen replied, and she stepped closer, her long brown hair fluttering behind her as she walked up to James. "I wouldn't be able to sleep at all, knowing that the guy who rescued me was getting a back ache from sleeping in a tiny European car."
James fidgeted a bit as she drew close, and he felt his ears sliding down on the back of his head. "Er, well," he stuttered, and then looked her in the face, and was starteled by the open, inviting look he saw in her deep blue eyes. "Well... Just so long as your'e sure there won't be any problems, like, with the management, or something," he said, relenting.
The woman smiled then, and she nodded as she turned towards the front of the building. "Well, come on then," she said, gently. James sighed and spared only a moment to lock his car before he followed her, catching up to the vixen as she reached the front doors. There, he saw that the place was a classy one, as it was locked at night and needed a magnetic key to open the doors, which the nameless vixen quickly produced from her purse.
The good impressions continued, as James followed the woman through the small but well-kept lobby, and the elevator they took up several floors was devoid of the crappy muzak that plagued office buildings.
A short walk down a carpeted hallway later, and the pair were in front of the vixen's door. James looked around uncomfortably as she looked for her keys in her purse, and he cleared his throat. "Are you sure you don't mind?" He asked, anxiously. "I mean, I'm sure I could probably drive home if you-"
"If you don't want to, you don't have to," the vixen interrupted in a huff, and she turned to face James as she crossed her arms, the keys dangling from a hand. "I'm just trying to be nice, because you did an exceedingly nice thing for me. But if you think I'm... Too ugly to be around-"
Now it was James' turn to interrupt. "You're *not* ugly," he said, with a bit of vehemance in his tone. "And I didn't do that thing because I wanted a place to sleep, or anything, so I want to make sure that you're not feeling some sort of excessive obligation towards me that's making you do something out of character."
The vixen paused then, and she looked over his face with an inscrutible expression. Finally, though, she spoke again, her voice low but gentle. "I can't help but feel obligated," she began, but then held up a hand to forgo any interruption. "But nor am I doing this solely out of obligation to you. I would offer my couch to any of my friends, and though I may not know you, I know that you must be a good person, worthy of trust, if you were willing to fight three men at once to keep me from being harmed."
James stood there for a moment, though he wobbled a bit as tiredness and alcohol conspired to rob him of his balance. He sighed then, and nodded. "Okay... I'm just... I don't like imposing on anyone."
"And you aren't," the vixen replied, turning around to unlock the door. "As I said, I have more than enough room for someone to sleep on the couch." With that, she opened the door and moved inside, pausing only to bid James to follow.
Follow he did, and he looked over the moderately-sized apartment. *She's right, it really is almost like a condo*, he observed as the vixen locked the door behind them. A tiny kitchen opened up on the right side of the living room, and a small hallway on the left side led off to what he assumed to be a bathroom and the bedroom of the place. Then he spied the couch, and began to move towards it as he felt his energy drain off as the last vestiges of adrenalin wore off. "If you don't mind, I'm just gonna conk out right now," he said, and then climbed onto the large, brown vinyl sofa.
"It's all right," the vixen replied, adn she turned to head for the hallway on the left. "Goodnight."
"G'night," James returned, and he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Though, one last thought plagued him before unconsciousness rose up to claim the night.
*Wait a minute, what the Hell is her name?*
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While Dani and Stacy had been getting ready they talked about Stacy's parents, and Keith, and how to fill them all in on the changes that were soon going to happen. Stacy called her parents to make sure of their schedules, and then she called the airline and booked two first class seats to New York City later that day. She called her parents back and gave them the departure time, and told them to hurry and pack for a couple days in The Big Apple. The flight to New York would land with just enough time for Ted to pick them up and bring them to the Hotel for dinner with Dani's parents. Dani had tried to get ahold of Keith, but he kept getting a messaging service rather than his brother. Resolved to just leave a message, Dani and Stacy concluded their phone calls then paged Ted.
Ted had the limo waiting at the front door when Dani and Stacy emerged from the hotel. Once the couple was inside Ted shut the door and scuttled around to get in; ready for any destination they desired. As he was ready to pull away from the hotel curb, he was certain the first destination would be the Empire State Building, owing to his past experience that the structure was almost always top on the site seeing list. The trip was a treat for Dani and Stacy, so they felt that since Ted was their driver for a month, the first day out should be a treat for him as well. Dani got the ball rolling asking, "Ted, why don't you show us around New York, the way you would if you were giving someone visiting you the proverbial 'Grand Tour."
Ted was so surprised by the comment that he had to make sure he heard correctly. "You know," he said, "I was already getting set to head straight for the Empire State Building, almost certain that it was what you wanted to see first."
"It is a sight we will want to see before we go home," Stacy replied, "but as this is a treat for us to be here, your treat for making sure we get to and from is being our tour guide today. So let's see New York from your eyes, OK?"
"Very well Ms. Pearson, it will be my pleasure," Ted responded, unable to suppress a grin of gratitude.
Ted gave the couple a tour of the city with an explanation of attractions at various locations throughout the city in case they wanted to revisit some of the sights later, to which they may spend some attraction time. He explained this way they could choose what interest them about the attractions, and decide if they had enough time to see everything they wanted during their stay in the city. As he was giving the tour, there were several shops that the Rich and Famous frequented for clothing, electronics, and souvenirs. He dutifully waited outside of some of the very same shops when they got the urge to see if they might find something they liked there.
The couple did make purchases in a few of the shops; they didn't want to stay too long in any of them so that Ted had more time for his tour of the city. When there was just enough time to get them back to the hotel and get to the airport to pick up Stacy's parents, he let the know. Back at the hotel there were a few bellboys looking anxious for something to do, not wanting to seem as if they were just standing around on the clock. Once the bags were out of the limo, they sent Ted onto the airport, and enlisted the help of the most nervous looking bellboy to bring the bags up to the room. At one point with her arm around Dani's waist, she slipped her hand down to the hem of her skirt, and started to lift it a bit until the top of Dani's stockings were showing. Dani had an idea of what was going on, he got confirmation as they heard the bellboy apparently stumbling to find his feet and Stacy trying to stifle a giggle. The bellboy was clearly embarrassed at his clumsiness; Stacy felt guilty, so once they got all the packages into the room she tipped him $200.00 for his troubles.
They had a few minutes to spare, so they put their new purchases away and got ready to meet Edwin and Ila in the lobby. Both felt it was a good idea to go with more of a casual dress rather than something you might see in an office setting. When they got to the lobby and met up with Edwin and Ila, clearly by the appearance of Dani's mother and father it was the right choice.
Stacy let Edwin and Ila know that her parents would be joining them tonight. When they entered the lounge, the hostess inquired to the size of the party, Dani and Stacy both replied six together, but Edwin corrected them, informing the hostess it would be seven or eight depending on if the last remaining guest brought a plus one. Once they ordered drinks Dani and Stacy excused themselves to go to the powder room.
They emerged from the ladies room 10 minutes later giggling like a couple schoolgirls and headed back to their seats. Dani stopped almost immediately once she looked up and saw the handsome blond man standing at the bar waiting for a drink. "That's Keith," she said. "I have an idea, let's go up to him as the bartender hands him his drink, I'll kiss him on the cheek, and each of us grab a hand, he'll be thrown for a loop not knowing it's me." Further giggling ensued as Stacy loved the idea.
As Keith took his glass from the bartender and turned to look for his family, Dani planted a freshly painted kiss on his right cheek. Grabbing his right hand and Stacy his left, he heard "Come with us handsome," from Dani. He neither recognized his brother's appearance or voice.
As they were dragging him to the table where their parents were they heard him say, "Sorry ladies, it can't be my lucky night tonight, because I'm meeting my family, but give me your numbers and tomorrow I'm free."
The three were right behind Edwin and Ila when Dani stopped the show, replying in a mock innocent tone, "Eww yuck Keith, if you got lucky tonight that would be incest." The comment stopped Keith dead in his tracks while Dani, Stacy, Edwin, and Ila got the first good laugh of the night. Their parents saw the evidence of Dani's kiss on her brother, and chided Keith for the first several minutes about trying to get two girls in bed on a night he had a prior family engagement. Keith, however, was still rooted in his spot mouth still hanging open, and yet to reply.
When Edwin invited him to sit down with the rest of them, Keith finally found the power to move his feet and try to remove the astonished look from his handsome face. No sooner had Keith sat down, did Ted spot them with Stacy's parents in tow. He showed them to the table with Dani's family, and informed them he'd be in his room should they need a ride anywhere. Dani informed him in reply that if they went anywhere the remainder of the night, they'd take the limo that Edwin had on standby, so he should enjoy the rest of the evening to himself. Ted nodded and excused himself from the rest of the group.
As Ted left, there was a moment of unnatural, awkward silence until Keith asked what was going on. Wayne and Ellen Pearson had just moments after Keith affirmed that they too would like to know what was happening. The tension was steadily growing until Edwin broke the silence and introduced Keith to Stacy, at which point Stacy introduced her parents to the group, and then introduced Dani to Keith, Wayne and Ellen. Stacy decided to stay on point and recited for her parents and Keith the circumstances that brought them all together in the hotel's lounge. Thirty minutes later there was still an awkward tension lingering over the table that the two families were sharing. Keith, Wayne and Ellen still had questions that they wanted to ask but Dani interrupted them.
"As you can see," Dani started, "there are going to be some big changes in our lives, but the most important is the reason that you are here is an impromptu informal engagement party. Stacy and I are planning on getting married, and before we go through any of the changes in our lives, we wanted everyone to know about the changes."
Wayne was having a lot of trouble taking in the information, and rather than clearing it up, it was causing his temper to reach a boiling point. Ellen had been noticing tell-tell signs of her husband losing his temper, and was whispering in his ear trying to calm him down. Keith was finally catching on and made a comment of "who's going to be the bride?" at which point Wayne finally lost it.
"I'll not pay to have some faggot wearing a dress marry my daughter!" His outburst drew the attention of several of the surrounding tables, but did nothing to relieve the tension at their own table. What his outburst did accomplish was to infuriate not only Dani and Stacy, but Edwin, Ila and Ellen were now as livid as the engaged couple.
Edwin being a man very proud of his two sons, in a hushed angry tone addressed Wayne Pearson. "Mr. Pearson, I am not a man to take things lightly that have life altering scenarios. My son has begun and endeavor that he's given much thought to, and turned his lemons into lemonade ten-fold. If you cannot be happy for the choices and decisions that our children have made, so be it. If my son and your daughter have the relationship that my wife and I have, they will be together until their dying day, and you will have missed out on the most important day of her life. If that is a regret that you can live with I urge you now to leave this table, and I shall make sure the airlines can put you on the first flight out. However, I will not see their day ruined by someone else's shallowness, and will walk Stacy down the aisle myself if she needs someone to do so."
Ellen would be heard too before Wayne could reply. "She's our only daughter, and she has found love and happiness, I will not be leaving this table without making sure that her happiness continues, and if you do stand up, you'll be going home alone, and I come home when I am good and ready. How DARE you make a scene after hearing what these two have gone through to persevere?"
Wayne sat back; several times he attempted to speak, but merely muttered some incoherent sounds. All eyes were on him for what felt like a year to the rest of the table, but it wasn't only Wayne that was trying to speak still looking for words. The surrounding tables had finally gone back to minding their own business when Keith finally got the words out of his mouth that he'd already said once, however an air of exasperation accompanied it this time when he finally blurted, "But who's going to be the bride?"
The tension was finally cut as they all had a laugh, Keith and Wayne only managed a chuckle each, but it was enough. Conversation picked up, they got the questions out that they wanted, and answers for the questions followed. Wayne wasn't convinced that it was the only way to handle the entire situation, but as his wife pointed out once they all got talking, they did trust Stacy's judgment. He also felt that if Dani's family trusted her judgment, then he should find a way to put his doubts aside, and look to the future. It wasn't his ideal resolution, but he'd be damned if he was going to let someone else walk his baby down the aisle.
Edwin was back in the festive spirit he'd been in when the latter three joined the table, and suggested a change in venue to a location that had a dance floor to make the engagement party complete. Drinks were charged to Wayne's card now that he was on board, taking the duty of Father of the Bride seriously at the prodding from Ellen. The group made their way to Edwin's limo, where the driver was given instructions to find a place they could celebrate the engagement party, not sure that they would be able to handle the New York club scene. The driver knew of a place they'd be able to relax while the celebrated, and dropped them at the door. Edwin told him to go get dinner for himself, and return in a few hours.
The driver took his leave as the group headed inside. Once inside, Dani and Stacy took to the floor, to get the "Bride and Groom" dance started, the others had stayed at the table to honor the special dance. Several of the other patrons had noticed the apparent lesbian couple dancing and were watching intently until they retired to the table. Just as Dani sat down Keith held out his hand to Stacy. Edwin followed suit holding his hand out to Ellen, then Wayne not to be out done invited Ila out onto the floor. When the song ended Edwin and Wayne changed partners, and Dani tapped Stacy's shoulder to cut in with Keith. Dani wanted to talk to her brother, and this was a perfect moment.
"So how you doing?" she asked.
"Still a bit shocked that I have a sister actually," was the reply.
"You aren't mad are you?" Dani questioned.
"No, not really, just caught off guard. Some big changes coming your way, and I guess ours too. I really do wish the two of you all the happiness." Keith's words caused tears to well up in Dani's eyes; she stood on her toes to give her brother a hug of gratitude. Her reaction elicited his smartass reply, "You sure you're not the bride?" To which she stepped back and gave him a playful fist to the chest. Keith held out his elbow and escorted her back to the table.
The hours ticked away, and once again they didn't realize how late it was until Ila yawned. The driver had been outside for a couple hours past the "few hours" Edwin had encouraged him to take for himself. The atmosphere was finally very light, and the group was coming together as a whole family rather than two stressed families. Edwin's driver dropped them off at the hotel where they all went their separate ways to their own rooms with the agreement to meet at 4:30PM Sunday in the restaurant. Dani had to report for surgery Monday morning, so they would have to get in an early dinner because Dani couldn't eat for twelve hours prior to surgery.
Dani unlocked the room with her key card and started to go around the room lighting the candles. Stacy's emotional rollercoaster spurred on by her father's outburst at the onset of the night had appeared to have dissolved into nothing, but watching Dani light the candles, and thinking about the nights even inspired her. Making sure Dani was still distracted with the candles; Stacy stripped down to just a pair of stockings, put on her strapon, and lubed it up. Dani had just kicked off her first high heel when Stacy grabbed her roughly and pushed her onto the bed in the doggie style position. Stacy roughly lifted Dani's skirt and pulled down her panties then ran the lubed phallus up and down Dani's crevice.
Dani had been a deer caught in headlights from Stacy's roughness, but once she felt the head slide inside her, everything clicked. She saw the up and down of emotions that played out through the night, understanding completely where Stacy's aggression was coming from, and felt her own building up inside her. Stacy wouldn't be doing all the work on this rough escapade. Dani waited until Stacy had worked the whole thing inside her. When she felt Stacy's pelvis meet her ass, she started putting as much work into driving back to Stacy as Stacy was riding Dani.
Stacy was so worked up that the vibrating egg on the strapon harness had her hitting her first orgasm shortly after Dani started to take an active role. When Stacy's third orgasm hit, Dani had a brief moment of fear that the powerful convulsions might cause some damage, but it was soon replaced by a steady pounding on Dani's prostate. Stacy endured through that orgasm, but the 4th one wiped her out, she wasn't even able to stay on her knees behind Dani. As she sat back on her heels, Dani's unanswered desires propelled her to manipulate Stacy to lean over a stack of pillows, and the two switched positions.
When Dani entered Stacy, she was so wet that Dani went pelvis to pelvis in a single stroke. Stacy's insides were nearly scalding, with involuntary contractions coming from Stacy's walls at frequent intervals. It was all Dani could do to hold out fifteen more minutes in which Stacy was wracked by three more of the most forceful orgasms she had ever endured. Stacy was shaking uncontrollably, causing Dani to completely let go of her orgasm. She felt like she wouldn't be able to stop shooting rope after rope of cum into Stacy.
When Dani pulled out and fell over to lie down on the bed Stacy's body finally started working its way back to a modicum of rest. Stacy rolled over draping her right leg over Dani's legs, her right arm over Dani's stomach, and her head lying on Dani's shoulder, which is how the couple fell asleep.
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Text: Sherry chuckled to herself, musing over her escape from Terran justice. What a great joke it had been! Most people convicted of her crimes would have been sent to Beta-Orrigonus4, to serve out their sentence in hard labor. She knew about the conditions of that penal colony, as well as the effects of "hard labor." It was a major coup to convince the courts to send her to Numa32. That place had a much better reputation...it was situated on an earthlike planet, with similar atmosphere and land masses, albeit strange weather - it was known for sudden, violent thunderstorms - and seemed more like a resort than a place for incarceration. Sherry was amazed that most prisoners didn't request Numa32 as soon as their guilt was determined. She didn't even stop to wonder about the smile that crossed the prosecutor's lips. She'd beaten the system, and that's what counted!
Since 2047, Terran prisons had become so overcrowded that many felons were granted their freedom. Numa32 had done a great deal to alleviate that problem. In addition to enjoying a shackle-free incarceration, since there was little chance of escape offworld, Sherry looked forward to seeing Corrinne, a one-time "business associate." Corrinne was the source of Sherry's information about Numa32, and she'd painted a pretty pleasant picture, all things considered.
As the prison ship docked in NumaBay7, the transport guard approached her. "Well, this is it," he smiled at her. "Welcome to Numa32...and thanks for keeping the criminal population down back home." He offered her a small bottle, filled with an orange liquid. "Better drink this, Sherry. You'll need it to help you breathe the atmosphere out there." Sherry quietly accepted the drink, barely concealing a smirk. The fluid was cool and refreshing, and left her feeling oddly invigorated. "There you go," the guard winked. He checked a sheet on his noteboard. "You're number 7883...looks like you won't be staying too long. That's one of the advantages of serving time at Numa32...shorter sentences."
Sherry snorted and held up her wrists, displaying the neuro-bands binding them together. "How about removing these now, officer? I don't think I'll be going anywhere for a while." The guard removed a sonic key from his shirt pocket, then waved it before the glowing bands. Sherry's hands were immediately free, and she began rubbing her wrists to restore the circulation. "Gee, thanks. You're a sweetheart." She took a moment to "adjust" her prison jumpsuit, allowing the guard a moment to admire the blue rose tattoo adorning her left breast. "Keep your eyes in your head, private!" she sneered, tossing her fiery mane back defiantly before turning aside to make her way through the debarkation tube. At the other end, she was promptly greeted by the head of planet security.
"Ah, Sherry, welcome to your new home," the stout man grinned. "You've had your Numodine beverage, I trust? It's quite necessary if you wish to breathe normally, here on Numa32."
"Yeah, yeah, I had it. So, where am I supposed to bunk?" Sherry muttered, casually glancing about the room. "Wherever you like...although I fancy that you'll want to reside in B-chamber 202 while you're with us," the security chief sighed, absently running a hand through his thinning hair. "If I'm not mistaken, you have an acquaintance in 201. A young lady named Corrinne?" He smiled condescendingly. "She'll fill you in about our colony. I'm certain you're a quick study..." His gaze traveled to Sherry's bosom. She quickly buttoned the collar of her prison garb. With a knowing glance, the administrator spun about and left.
"Just like that, huh?" Sherry thought. "No cuffs, no chains, no guards...some penal colony this is! I don't think it'll be too tough to hang here for a while." She set off to find B-chamber 201. The grounds were well-kept (by whom? Where was everybody?), and the soil was firm enough to render concrete unnecessary. It wasn't a very long walk to the spacious 200 building. Sherry was confused. Considering the number of felons supposedly incarcerated at Numa32, there were surprisingly few domiciles to house them all. Shrugging, she approached the structure with the huge sign proclaiming "Chambers 200 - 300." Following subsequent direction glo-plaques embedded in the otherwise bare walls, she located the room marked B-chamber 201. She paused, straightened her maroon prison-issue jumpsuit, then depressed the button to the right of the door. There was a distant buzzing noise. A moment later, the door opened. Sherry found herself facing a familiar stranger. "Corrinne...?" she spoke, eyebrows raised.
The woman before her smiled. The facial features, the hair, the bearing were all Corrinne's...yet something had changed. Was she...softer looking? There was an odd quality about her skin...although it appeared normal in color, it had an odd transparent appearance. Corrinne laughed, noticing Sherry's scrutiny. She stepped forward, gave her a quick hug, then invited her into the room. "Yes, it's me," she laughed. "How have you been, Sher? Great to see you...you'll like it here!" Sherry remained speechless. Corrinne glanced at her almost shiny arms. "I see you've noticed I've changed a little...don't worry about it, Sher. We all get like this. It's from drinking the Numodine. But, don't worry...it's perfectly harmless. And look at this!" She held up her right arm for inspection. With her left hand, she pinched some of the strange-looking skin, pulling it at least three inches away from her arm. Opening her fingers, the skin immediately snapped back into place. "Pretty neat, huh? The Numodine gives our skin a lot of elasticity...it's a side effect. But, at least we can breathe okay!" She grinned. "Want something to eat?"
After having chatted for several hours, they were interrupted by one of the guards, bearing two large glasses, filled to the brim with cheerful orange liquid. "Drink up, ladies," he smiled. "Have to keep up your health, right?" Corrinne eagerly accepted the Numodine, and downed it swiftly. Sherry rolled her eyes, snatched her glass, and chugged it indignantly. "Wonderful," chirped the guard, as he collected the glasses and left.
"Why are they so happy when we drink this stuff?" Sherry asked. "I dunno. Does it make any difference? It tastes good, and it makes me feel all warm inside. I'd drink more of it, if I had the chance."
Before they were able to continue their conversation, they were interrupted again...this time, by the sound of thunder. Sherry jumped. Corrinne merely shrugged. "You'll get used to it, Sher. The weather's kind of weird here. There are usually several thunderclaps at night. It hardly ever rains, though. Guess it's just another thing that makes this place different from home."
Home. For the first time since arriving, Sherry began to think about Earth once more. "Corrinne," she asked, "have they told you anything about when you can leave? I mean, how long are you going to be here?"
"That's easy to answer," Corrinne replied. "They have an electronic database we can access where they post the prisoner numbers of inmates who are going to be released, and when they'll be sent to the debarkation area. Wanna check it out?" Corrinne led Sherry to another, smaller room, where what seemed to be a monitoring device was humming warmly. She quickly punched in a code. Data immediately flashed on the small screen. "There, you see?" she pointed. "Number 7882...that's me. I'm scheduled to be out of here the day after tomorrow! I didn't realize it was so soon!" she clapped her hands. "What's your number, Sher?"
"7883...right after you. I wonder if it'll be the same day?"
"Who knows...it can't be too long after, though! Then you'll blow out of here, too! I'll get word to you somehow where I'm gonna be, so we can meet up again. It'll be just like old times!"
Sherry nodded. Somehow, something didn't make sense. Her offenses and Terran sentence had been far more serious than Corrinne's...yet she was scheduled to leave Numa32 directly afterwards. Corrinne had been on the planet for at least seven months. Her brow furrowed. No matter...she'd figure things out. If nothing else, as the administrator had remarked, she was a quick study.
The next day passed quickly and uneventfully. Corrinne took Sherry for a brief tour of the tiny colony. One building in particular caught Sherry's eye. Corrinne followed her gaze. "Oh, that's the entertainment arena," she explained to her friend. "Only prisoners who're about to be released are allowed in there. It's kind of a mysterious place. See that smaller building behind it? That's debarkation...we'll be sent there when it's time to go." Sherry stared long and hard at the two structures. She decided at that moment that they would require further investigation. Later that day, when the guard brought the Numodine to her chamber, she told him that she'd drink it in a short while, since her stomach had been giving her some trouble. After he'd left, she examined her hands. Her skin was acquiring that same odd transparency as Corrinne's. She pinched the flesh, as Corrinne had done, and pulled. Sure enough, the skin stretched inches away. She glanced at the Numodine. Maybe it's time to skip it, she thought. After all, who knows what that stuff really does? By nightfall, she began to feel pangs. She blanched. It had to be the Numodine. They must have placed something addictive in it! All she knew that she had to have it...that it was the only thing that would stop the strange sensations coursing through her. She held her stomach. It was gurgling loudly. Where had she put that glass? She felt awful! Stumbling toward the back of her chamber, she took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it. Instantly, she felt an enormous rush of air flood into her stomach, forcing it to balloon outwards. Frantic, she spotted the Numodine on the floor, near the sleeperbunk. Bloating further with each panicked breath, she grabbed the drink and gulped it down. For a moment, the pressure inside her surged to the point that she thought she would explode. Then, just as suddenly, the gas was released. The guards and administrator had been telling the truth...it was necessary to drink the Numodine, in order to breathe normally. But they had left out something just as important...
Sherry dressed quickly. Depressing the telecom dialer for Corrinne's chamber, she waited impatiently for her friend to answer. There was a tone, then a click. "Hello?" Corrinne answered groggily.
"Corrinne, listen...it's me, Sherry. There's something I have to tell you. Can I come over right away?"
"Oh...sorry...I have company right now..." There was an unusual quality to her voice. She giggled, but in a lazy, almost drugged fashion.
"Who's there with you? Corrinne, did you drink your Numodine?"
There was a long pause, then a contented sigh. "Mmmmm, no...they said I wouldn't need it tonight. I had something else to drink...it was really nice." Another pause. "They said I can leave tonight, Sher. Isn't that wonderful?" Another giggle, then a man's voice in the background, telling her it was time to go.
"Corrinne! DON'T GO ANYWHERE UNTIL I GET THERE!!" Sherry yelled into the telecom. She raced to the door, her fingers flying over the digi-pad to enter the release code. Nothing happened. She entered the key again, thinking that in her haste, she might have entered it incorrectly. The door remained sealed. "CORRINNE!" Sherry slammed her fists into the unmoving exit, to no effect. She brought her face up to the viewport, and was rewarded with catching a glimpse of her friend. Corrinne was smiling happily, as two nattily-uniformed guards assisted her with her prison jumpsuit. There were huge gaps between the buttons. One man gently but firmly supported her, while the other smiled back at Corrinne, praising her and asking her to breathe deeply. Corrinne giggled, then did as she was told. Sherry looked on helplessly as Corrinne began to swell. Her tightening jumpsuit strained to contain her bloating abdomen briefly before surrendering unconditionally. Several buttons flew off, suddenly releasing the huge balloon which was Corrinne from the ruined garment. "Again," requested the guard. This time, when she complied, Corrinne's entire body began to inflate. Her arms and legs began to resemble sausages in their casings, as the skin grew taut. Her face, still smiling, widened, the features becoming puffy as they bloated to keep pace. "Once more, now..." With the third breath, Corrinne distended to near-bursting. Her head, arms, and legs withdrew into the vast expanse of her rapidly filling form. The coaching guard thumped Corrinne's belly. It had the hollow sound of a bass drum when struck. "She's ready," he nodded to his assistant. They led Corrinne, still expanding, to the entertainment arena. With a sickening feeling, Sherry realized her friend was the entertainment. Sherry lay down on the sleeperbunk, dazed. Numa32. Numa. Pneuma. It finally all came together. Suddenly, in the distance, came a clap of thunder...and Sherry knew Corrinne had come apart.
And she was next. "Welcome to Numa32, Ilsa," the head of planet security greeted his new prisoner cheerfully. "Have you had your Numodine?"
Ilsa nodded hesitantly. "Yes, sir," she replied. "How long do prisoners usually remain here, if you don't mind my asking...?"
"Much less time than you would have spent in prison on Earth," the large man replied with a wink. "Come along, I'll show you to your chamber." As Ilsa followed her guide, something skipping erratically along the dry ground caught her eye. She stepped quickly to snatch it, before the gusting wind could steal it away. She studied her prize. This new acquisition was very pretty, and would make a wonderful decoration for her room. It was an unusual piece of plastic, to be certain, but the blue rose stamped on it would add a touch of pulchritude to the many long hours she'd be spending there...
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Ed went to itchy and itchy had a happy look on his face.
Itchy:oh wow ed. that was a great rap you did about how bullies and gangs are.
Ed:your welcome itchy. say where did charlie go.
Itchy:i don't know. i was listening to you and looking towards the stage and talking to charlie and when i turned around he was gone.
Ed:hmmm. he might of forgot to write his rap song. so he's in a room back here writting it and tring to sing it to himself.
Itchy:yeah cause charlie sometimes to almost waits until the last minute before tring to do something.
Sasha then went backstage and saw ed and itchy and looked around.
Sasha:where did charlie go. his on next so he can sing his song about how nice and sweet nick is.
Itchy:he's in one of these rooms tring to write a rap song for him and eds rap challenge.
Ed:yup cause he lied to us when he said that he had a rap song done and remembered in his head.
Sasha:yup that's charlie for you. alway waits until the last minute.
Itchy:well let's go and find him.
Ed then heard charlie tring to sing his rap song in the room next to them.
Ed:no worries about that itchy cause i hear him in this room here.
Sasha then knocked on the door and charlie paniced a little
Charlie:who's there?
Sasha:charlie come on. your on next. so come on out and go and sing your song about nick.
Charlie:i'm uhhh tring to find my microphone for the song. it's somewhere in this room and i may need some time before i can find it.
Ed:sasha has the microphone in her paws charlie so you don't need to search for it.
Charlie:but this micrphone is uhhh special and i want to sing the song with it instead.
Sasha:oh charlie stop lieing to us.
Ed:no it's ok sasha. itchy here can take charlies place and then charlie can sing after itchy.
Sasha:oh ok then. i guess your up then itchy.
Itchy:oh boy. it's time to sing my song about my manly man scooby.
Sasha:then went on stage to tell everyone that charlie was a little busy and that itchy was going to take his place and sing a lovely song for his special someone now.
Ed:charlie you didn't write down your rap song and your writing it now at the last minute aren't you.
Charlie:no ed. that's crazy to think that. i'm just looking for a special microphone is all.
Ed:HA you can fool the others charlie but you can't fool me that easily.
Charlie:it's true ed. i'm not lieing
Ed:oh ok then charlie. well itchy is going to take your place now and sing his love song. so your up next.
Charlie:ok ed. slowly and quietly finishes the rap song and puts the paper on the dresser drawer and walks out of the room
Ed:so where's the microphone you were looking for huh charlie.
Charlie:oh i couldn't find it in there. well i guess i better get ready for my turn when itchy gets done singing.
itchy:well my last song was about my lovely ex girlfriend bess. but now is time to sing my song for my special someone.
Bess:thinking if these special someone isn't me then who is it?
Itchy then gave the piano guy the lyrics and then he went back on stage and smiled as he looked at scooby.
Itchy:scooby baby. this song is for you.
Then bess got a shocking look on her face and scooby had a big smile on his. Itchy then started to sing his love song when the piano guy hit the keys and started to music.
Bess:thinking so scooby is itchys special someone now? so does that make him gay like scooby or bi. i'll have to have a talk with itchy when his song is over so i don't do anything drastic as he sings his song.
Itchy kept singing his song and scooby smiled still and blushed. and he had hearts forming around his face too and bess just sat there looking at itchy and tring not to get upset or anything. after a while itchy gets done singing his song and blowed scooby a kiss and then went backstage and bess got up out of her chair and went backstage and walked to itchy.
Bess:umm itchy can we talk.
Itchy:oh hey bess. sure we can talk here.
Bess:no itchy in private.
Itchy:ok bess.
Then they both went to a room and bess shut the door and sat down. itchy sat down in front of her and thought that she was going to be angry at him.
Bess:so you found someone else huh itchy.
Itchy:yeah bess i did. are you angry at me?
Bess:no i'm not angry itchy. we broke up remember.
Itchy:yeah i remember. but we also said that when we had time to relax and stuff that we would go back together.
Bess:true. or if we found someone else then we would just be best friends.
Itchy:yeah that too.
Bess:so your with scooby now. does that make you gay itchy.
Itchy:naa i'm bi now bess
Bess:oh ok. well i wish you and scooby the best. and if you want to talk or go have fun as friends then i'll be here.
Itchy:aww thanks bess.
Bess:your welcome. oh i got to go cause the dog show is about to start and i mustn't be late. see you itchy opens the door and walks out of the flea bite
Itchy:see you bess gets out of the room and sits down backstage
Charlie:well looks like it's my turn now.
Then charlie went on stage and gave the piano guy his lyrics that he was going to sing and then he went back on stage.
Charlie:this song goes to a nice and sweet guy that i just meet today. nick this song is for you. hit it.
The piano guy started to press the letters and then charlie started to sing the song and was looking at nick too. nick just looked at charlie and smiled very happily and was slightly blushing making his crush he had on charlie turn into love.
Itchy:awww what a lovely song charlie is singing about nick.
Ed:yeah. and i think nick is loving every word of the song too.
Itchy:what do you mean ed.
Ed:take a look for yourself
Itchy then took a sneak peek from the curtain and saw that nick had loving eyes as he looked at charlie as he sung his song to nick. and then itchy took his head back away from the curtain and sat down
Itchy:yeah i saw ed. nick had loving eyes as he looked at charlie. i think now nicks crush has turned into love.
Ed:yeah. we better tell charlie when he gets done with his song.
Itchy:no ed. it's best that charlie knows this on his own.
Ed:well ok then. i'll keep this from charlie. but i will try to let him find out for himself.
After a while charlie gets done singing his song and smiles at nick and then goes backstage. nick smiled still and blushed until his cheeks where almost bright red and he had hearts all around his face too.
Nick:thinking my crush for you charlie is now gone. ohhh charlie i love you.
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Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. 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. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before.
New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. 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.
I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of erotic reading that should appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for almost anyone. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it'll occasionally flirts mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.
Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex because 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.
Chapters 24 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between lonely sisters. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something (actually a lot of somethings( in it for everyone. ;-)
Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people.
Fan mail, well-intentioned questions, and constructive criticism are welcome; I do my best to respond when an e-mail address is supplied. Hate mail is deleted without being read - life is too short.
Thank you. WS
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Chapter 24: Larry Talks Lynn Into Something New
By the time Lynn and I were finally alone in her room, it was late. Lynn walked ahead to straighten out her bed. My eyes followed Lynn because her butt waggling was a mighty sweet sight. Tip-toeing behind her, I grabbed her hips planning to commit an assault with a deadly weapon.
Enjoying yet another revelation, I discovered how fantastic it felt to have her backside plastered against my 'front-side'.
My brain screamed (It's time for sex!(, my penis yawned and said "No it's not!"
Playfully, I ground myself against her. Following a yelp of surprise, Lynn grinned at me over her shoulder, then ground right back. My knees got weak; it felt sooooo nice.
Wasting no time in getting horizontal, we were holding each other on her bed moments later. We'd talk a while, then kiss a while. Soon enough I discovered how very much I enjoyed just holding Lynn while stroking her butt. Of course, I never found any part of her body I didn't like, but when we were relaxing together in bed, I so enjoyed the feel of her tush in my hands.
Many of my knowledge gaps about what had occurred during the past week were filled in that night. The more I learned about Lynn and the way her mind worked, the more I liked her. I never cared for silly, giggly girls, so I found her brain sexy as hell.
After telling myself I wouldn't ask, I quickly confessed I'd been curious to know what led to the hot 69 session Jim and I had seen in the bathroom, but was scared to death about offending her.
Lynn looked me in the eye. "As long as you're completely honest with me, you can ask me anything. If there's something I don't want to talk about, I'll tell you so, but I won't lie to you."
(God, I love this women!( Yeah, me too, brain.
So she related the story of how she and Beth had gradually gotten physical. Though her tale aroused me to no end, I still was too tired for much of an erection.
Keeping the conversation going, I volunteered the behind-the-scenes things that Jim and I done that paralleled her experiences with Beth. I warned her it'd embarrass me, but I wanted to confess about the times I'd masturbated while thinking about Beth and her.
Lynn asked a series of how or why type questions about my sexual awakening, so I related a bunch of the incidents that had driven my young hormones bananas. I recounted a time when she'd been pitching hay, braless. Her shirt had stuck to her. After watching her breasts wiggle like jello for 10 minutes, I'd run into the bathroom to jerk off.
Then I related how I'd watch her walk some days, how the image of her tush swaying back and forth could stay in my head until I masturbated to exorcise that particular demon.
Despite assuring her it wasn't her fault, I got an apology; Lynn felt almost guilty that she hadn't been thinking about me that way because she'd only seen Jim and I as little boys for so long.
My voice dropped, I wanted to tell her I loved her, but decided it might sound too... too... too...
"Lynn, I'm still so glad you..., that is we..., we were each other's first. Beth is fantastic, the sex with her couldn't have been any more incredible, but I'll always glad you were the girl I first made love with."
Her face melted into the most loving expression I could have hoped for. We exchanged deep, satisfying, warm, caring kisses for several minutes. Pulling back slightly, Lynn placed my hand on a breast, then covered my fingers with hers, holding me there.
"Larry, there's one thing I did that wasn't thought out at all. About a minute after Beth pushed me into your arms a week ago, I decided I wanted give you my virginity. Maybe we should've drawn straws or something, but I asked Beth to take Jim."
"Don't get me wrong, if we'd drawn, Beth would have been happy to win you. But when I explained how I was feeling, she understood and was happy for me." Giggling, Lynn continued, "God, I wish you could've seen the goofy look on your and Jim's faces when I hit the lights."
"And angry, boy was I pissed at you two. Yet somehow when you caught me, held me against you while trying to not let me fall, when you looked into my eyes... I felt... something pretty special. A moment later I also knew I wanted the nice penis you were wiggling between my legs to relieve me of my unwanted cherry. If you two had bombed out this week, I'd have died, I wanted you so bad."
Hugging, cuddling, and kissing followed. I fell asleep staring at Lynn's sleepy face.
A little before 3AM, I woke up needing to pee. Being careful not to wake Lynn, I groggily tiptoed to the bathroom. Apparently Lynn's bladder needed relief as well because we passed in the hallway.
Upon returning, Lynn snuggled up to me. Closing my mouth over hers, for the next couple minutes I kissed all over her face and lips. My tongue eventually met up with Lynn's warm tongue. My hand moved between her legs. Her hand moved between my legs.
Our tongues continued their tango as our genitals prepared for each other. I grew longer and thicker; all the better to find my lovers warm depths. Lynn's entryway moistened, relaxed its tight grip, preparing a slippery, receptive passage for my return.
Mounting Lynn when she signaled her readiness, I felt her guide me into her willing body.
I whispered "I AM falling in love with you Lynn."
"I know, I feel it. I think I'm falling for you as well."
For the next half-hour I gently rode Lynn. I set a slow beat which allowed me to withdraw until only the very tip of my penis hovered at her opening. When I'd slowly slide into Lynn, I'd feel every little ridge or ripple of her interior as I plumbed her depths.
As I neared full penetration, and my scrotum would drag across her ass, Lynn would make several wide circles with her hips, pulling my butt into her. Her screwing motion would work me in so deep that her soaked vaginal lips would spread wide as if kissing the area around the base of my cock. Surely this was heaven. There was no time, no worry, only pleasure and each other.
Seemed to me that Lynn had 2 or 3 gentle orgasms as we made love. Finally, I became aware how very sensitive my glans was becoming, then my entire groin began to tingle. Lynn became more active underneath me, from my body language she understood I was nearing my climax. Feeling her fluid motions as she prepared to come when I did, struck me as being especially erotic; my penis began to swell and stiffen to an unbendable staff.
Barely breathing, I savored those few seconds between when I knew I'd arrived, when I positively was going to come, but was still in a brief limbo, waiting for the ejaculation to begin. At last feeling the blissful release I'd sought, my penis began a good steady pulsing. I felt an extra warmth coat me as I screwed my groin into Lynn's. Guess while asleep I'd made a fresh store of warm sperm to jet into her sucking womb.
Must've fallen asleep atop Lynn when I came. I don't remember anything from that delicious moment until about 4:30 AM. Awaking a bit confused, slowly it dawned on me that I was in Lynn's moonlit bedroom. My room didn't have pretty lace curtains.
Plastered against her back, we were in a spoon position. She must have pulled my arm around her. My hand held her right breast, Lynn's hand was atop mine, holding me against her baby-soft mound. What could be better than this I wondered sleepily.
Sounds of sex reached my ears through the wall. Apparently I wasn't the only one awake in the house. Still, tired or not, my horny young brain probably awakened me lest I miss anything sexual going on around me. Since I had no idea what was actually happening on the other side of that wall, my brain was free to conjure up my most erotic fantasies. A montage of couples coupling filled my head; I began to fondle Lynn's dreamy breast. My heightening awareness drew my attention to the contact between my genitals and Lynn's solid tush. So warm, so soft, yet so firm... "uuuummm."
My penis rapidly inflated. By shifting around a little, I maneuvered my penis so it wedged into the length of her crack. Pressing against her, I trapped myself between her warm, taut cheeks.
I'd never fantasized about cuddling with a girl, it was always about "doing it". Yet the sensations I felt simply lying still, pressed against her, were rapidly turning me on.
Definitely I was finding that Lynn's ass was a major aphrodisiac for me. So far when I'd see her tush, or touched it, or even thought about her butt, I immediately wanted to get my penis inside her. My hips began to slide my shaft up and down her crack. Already I was very aroused, and Beth's groaning next door wasn't helping matters.
"Is there something I can do for you, sir." Brought me back to the moment. And a pleasant moment it was, for Lynn was sleepily wiggling her ass back into me.
"Lynn, I really want to get inside you from behind. Your sexy behind has me so excited, I have to have you."
Just then Beth must have achieved an orgasm, there was no mistaking the sounds filling the room. "Are you sure it's ME you want that hard cock inside of?" Lynn teased.
"Oh God, yes." There was desperation in my voice. Hearing it, Lynn stopped teasing.
"Lover, if you'll just eat me for a quick minute to get me wet, I think I can help you out." Lynn quickly lay on her back. Spreading her legs, my face dove towards her pussy. My tongue was everywhere, I had her soaked inside and out in record time. Her hands lifted my face, letting me know she was good to go. As I sat back on my knees, Lynn quickly changed position.
Before I could even ask, she put her head on her pillow, then raised her butt in the air, starting a very 'come hither' rolling of her hips. Walking forward on me knees, I was afraid to touch myself for fear of coming from just seeing her like that. That image of her ass waving in the moonlight stayed with me my whole life. Dear God she did have the perfect ass for me, I was trembling as I edged against her on my knees.
I tried to push into her using just my hips a few times. It felt great wherever I touched, but I wasn't hitting the target.
Lynn said, "Let me help you." Her hand found me; my tip was soon nestled into her vaginal opening. "Larry, don't worry about me, just have a good come."
AT that moment I was so turned on I was little better than a lusting animal. Now at her portal, I slid into her slowly, not out of compassion, but so I could experience every sensation of taking my little goddess from behind. It was so different somehow, it felt so incredible. When I'd sink in deeply, the feeling of her tush pushing back against my pelvis triggered unexpectedly animalistic responses in me.
Looking down, I damned near lost it the first time I saw my moonlit dick moving between her buns. Trying to think about anything else until I regained control, my eyes landed on her cute anus. Scooping some lubricant from my shaft, I rimmed her rosebud with my fingertip. Lynn purred.
Pressing harder, my fingertip slipped into her. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Lynn's body language seemed to say she was enjoying the added sensation.
"Uh, Lynn? Uhhhh..."
"Oh, for God's sake! Go ahead, you might as well be first in there too. But easy does it, PLEASE?"
(Damn, I love this girl!( Yeah, me too brain.
Awkward, yes. Easy, no. But Lynn was helpful, and amazingly patient. Three minutes later I'd managed to bury myself in Lynn's tighter than tight rectum.
After 4 slow strokes, I was suddenly seconds away from a major orgasm. I slammed my hips into Lynn's ass. I felt my penis swell like never before. The tingling sensations were so strong, the pleasure so intense, it was almost uncomfortable. Bang, bang, bang, bang, and I was coming inside her beautiful body.
I'd been looking down, afraid to blink, watching my penis in this unexpected place. What I was seeing finally registered. My hips slammed even harder into her buns. I lifted her a little, then lowered myself a bit; I strove to impale myself as far as I humanly could inside of Lynn.
Even after my orgasm was long spent, I continued, slack jawed, to slide in and out of her. Lynn just held position the entire time, truly letting me have my way with her.
(God I really love this girl.( Me agree, me like girl also, brain, uuggh.
My cock tickled/tingled so much as I continued to shove my semi-erect penis in and out, that I had to move very slowly. Yet, I couldn't stop.
Lynn, of course, had no opportunity to come. But as my seesawing continued, she reached back to "Jill" herself. As I slowly lost my erection, I held my pelvis pretty tight against her yielding female tush; it still felt soooooo good.
Leaning over her, I discovering the joy of fondling her breasts when they hung beneath her. Wow, they felt so sexy hanging down like that.
Lynn began to roll her ass into my soft penis, probably because of her masturbation more than any stimulation from my softened erection. Still, soft or not, her recently virginal body knew that a male organ was inside of her, and it did effect her.
As tired and spent as I was, my system was still being flooded with a buffet of new erotic sensations. A naked girl that I adored was groaning beneath me. Her perfect ass was grinding against my groin. My hands were filled with excited, swaying, warm, fleshy teenaged breasts. Sexual aromas were in the air.
Unconsciously I knew that another naked, very fuckable girl, was having sex next door. It was quiet, no distractions, nothing to think about except having sex. Most of all, my semi-erect thermometer was poked into a prime rump roast. My tool was sensing that the temperature was perfect, just the right degree of moistness. Time to serve it.
Lynn and I gradually began to feed off of each other's arousal. Very gradually I began to grow inside her, a little longer, a little harder. We were producing some very erotic wet noises. We were both as wet and slick as we could possibly be. As Lynn became more excited, her writhing and breathing aroused me all the more.
As my shaft regained its length, I took longer, deeper strokes into her wonderful rear end. Lynn managed to raise her butt a little higher into the air as we headed to a climax.
It wasn't easy, but I managed to slip my hand down far enough to get some middle finger into her pussy, She stopped strumming her clit in favor of jamming it into my palm. Staccato groans oozed out of her each time my hips banged home. Moments later I was slamming myself into her buns as I came inside her, Lynn snapped her tush back each time to meet my stroke.
If Beth and Jim were still awake, they'd know that we were enjoying some incredible sex on our side of the wall too. We were pretty noisy for a few minutes there.
Later I learned that Lynn very much enjoyed that position, but liked it more when I was in her pussy. Still, she said, "Might be handy certain days of the month."
Even once Lynn stretched out on her belly, I laid on her back with my penis inside of her until her contractions eventually expelled me. Before falling back to sleep, I ran to the can to clean myself and brought back a damp wipe for her.
Hurrying to her bedroom, I pulled a willing Lynn back into the spoon position and wormed my soft penis into her crack for safekeeping. She wiggled her tush a couple times to let me know I was welcome to stay, anytime.
(I'm telling ya, this one's a keeper!( I hear ya, I hear ya. G'night brain.
Please vote if you enjoyed my story. This journey continues with Chapter 25.
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I lay there in the cold room, with my blanket covering up my lower half, up to my waist. The fan spinning on high is the only sound in the pitch black room. I lift up my left wrist as best I can, and I click the 'Light' button on my watch.
(3:46(
I click the off button, and I lay my head back down. It's been two hours since I fucked these girls, and I know I'm not going to be able to sleep. So I just lay there hoping maybe I'll just pass out.
Everyone is asleep. Halie is resting her head on my chest, her hand is resting on my stomach. Kelly is resting her head on my right side, and Tiffany has her head resting on Kelly's shoulder. All of the girls are lightly snoring.
I'm staring up at the ceiling, enjoying the cold, black room. My right hand is resting on Halie's head. I don't dare move and ruin this moment.
I stare at the black ceiling, and I rethink the glorious events of what all has happened. I notice that all of the girls are under their blankets, due to the ceiling fan being on high.
Sex, footjobs, me and Halie are dating. What else could I possibly want?
My mind thinks about Kampbell. Something clicks, and I start to wonder about her. First off, why was she so nice to me yesterday evening? I think of a couple more things, and I realize that I see Kampbell in a different way, a way a brother shouldn't see his sister. I catch myself checking her out sometimes, her fit, cute body, her long blonde hair, her small, cute feet.
Matt, stop it. Thinking about my sister like this isn't right.
I start remembering old times.
One time, when me and Kampbell were in the pool, she had a camel toe, and she just laughed it off, and she starting glancing at me a lot, after she found out I had noticed it.
And the time she had walked into my room uninvited looking for her phone in just panties and a bra. Some of these thoughts are starting to fall together like one big puzzle.
What if...
I stare up at the ceiling, watching the outline of the fan spin. I stare for a solid 10 minutes. I smack my mouth with my tongue, realizing I'm dying of thirst.
I slowly pick up Halie's head, and gently set it down on her pillow. When I'm sure she stayed asleep, I sit up, and slowly stand up. I tip toe my way to the door, and slowly open it. I look back into the room as I take an excruciatingly long time to close the door. I don't want to wake anyone up. The door shuts with a very faint click, and I let go of the bronze door knob.
I turn to my left, and slowly walk down the hall, and I practically turtle walk down the stairs.
I walk into the cold, dark living room, and into the connected kitchen. I open the fridge door, and dig around for an unopened FIJI bottle. Kampbell has a bad habit of drinking half of her drinks, then putting them back in the fridge. I found one after about a minute of scooting tupperware around. I firmly grab the cold bottle, and retract my hand out of the fridge. I shut the door of the stainless steel fridge, and I walk over to the counter, and lean back on it. I twist the top open, and begin to drink like I haven't had water in years. I lean on the granite counter, taking short sips. I recollect the glorious highlights of everything that has happened recently. I still have trouble believing any of it actually happened. I still keep thinking I'm going to wake up.
I hear footsteps slowly approaching footsteps.
Halie walks into the kitchen, and stops when she sees me.
"Hey baby." She says quietly.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I'm thirsty. And you woke me up." She whispers while walking over to the fridge. She opens the door, and grabs the first bottle she sees, opens it, and starts drinking it.
"My bad. You know Kampbell drank from that, right?" I ask.
She pulls her lips off of the bottle opening with a light suction noise.
"I don't care. I'm just thirsty." She whispers. She walks over to the counter infront of me, and leans on it just like I am.
I look around the kitchen, the moonlight is seeping through the blinds above the sink. There is just enough moonlight in the room that I can make out most of everything in the kitchen.
"I love you." Halie whispers to me, causing my heart to skip a beat. I turn my head to look at her.
"I love you too." I whisper sincerely back to her.
This girl is my world. She means everything to me. I have loved her since I met her. Those big brown eyes, her sweet, angelic voice. I can't believe she loves me. Me, of all people.
She sets down her glass on the granite counter, and walks over to me. She puts her body into mine, and lays her lips into my lips. We kiss passionately, like lovers do.
We slowly pull our lips apart.
She slowly kneels down infront of me, she squats down, and sits on her knees. She grabs the waist of my shorts, and pulls them down to my mid-thighs. I don't have any time to react or think. My cock is semi-erect from our kiss, she calmly wraps her right hand around it, and starts a soft, faint jerking.
She stares into my eyes, and I stare back, cherishing this moment.
She kisses the tip, then slowly slides me about 3 inches into her warm mouth.
I slide my fingers through her hair. She starts a light sucking, from the tip to about an inch from the base. She wraps her right hand around the base, and squeezes. She resorts to short bobs, only taking in the tip. I let my head fall back, enjoying the moment and barely controlling myself due to the intense pleasure ringing throughout my body.
I look down, we both stare into each others eyes.
"Ohhh." I whisper. She smiles with my cock in her mouth, knowing her effort is starting to get to me.
I hear footsteps.
Halie stops sucking, but keeps my tip in her mouth, and her big brown eyes look to the right, without turning her head. The footsteps grow louder. She quickly pops me out of her mouth, and stands up. I swiftly stuff my rock hard member back into my loose shorts. I look down at them, and see that my entire cock was pitching a massive tent. I put my hands into my pockets, close to my cock, which was not going to go down anytime soon.
Kelly walks into the kitchen.
"There you guys are." She whispers.
"Yeah, here we are." I say awkwardly. Me and Halie both look at each other.
"It's late. Come back to bed." She says clumsily, running her fingers through her bed hair.
Kelly turns around and walks out.
Me and Halie both look at each other for a solid 15 seconds, until we hear the footsteps fading away.
I take my right hand out of my pocket and point at the tent, that my still fully erect cock was pitching.
"Hmmmmm?!" I ask with a grunt, staring at Halie, while pointing at my package.
"It's fine. We'll go back to bed, and when we are sure Kelly is asleep, I'll jerk you off." She whispers with a growing grin. She bites her lip.
I nod, and we walk side by side, hand in hand out of the kitchen, and up the stairs. We open the door to the cold room and enter. We both walk over to our spots. I look at Kampbell, who is laying on her back. I see her feet poking out of the bottom of the blanket. I want to stop and stare, but I've got to get this 'problem' taken care of.
Halie lays down on her right side so she can face me. I turn towards her, and walk over to my spot. I kneel, then lay down on my back. Almost immediately she grabs my cock through my shorts. I put a finger up infront of her, to get her to stop, so I can ensure I'm listening to three different snores, ensuring the three of them are in fact asleep.
I put the finger down, then let my hand hit the blanket.
"Ok, we're good." I whisper in her direction.
She slides my hand under the waist, and I pull my shorts down to my knees.
She retracts her hand, and spits into it. She waps her soft, small hand around my cock, and starts jerking again.
She lays her head on my chest, and continues jerking me. She tilts her head up, and stares into my eyes. That simple action is what pushes me. I cum, but it doesn't shoot. It oozes very quickly onto her hand, over her hand, and starts quickly sliding down my shaft. She moves her head down to face my cock, and slowly let's go. She sticks her fingers into her mouth, then reaches down for the rest that escaped down my shaft.
"Yum." She whispers, I assume she is looking into my eyes again. I'll never get tired of those beautiful eyes, and she knows that too.
She sets her hand down on my abs, and snuggles close to me. I take my blanket, and drape it over the both of us. She scoots in even closer, seeking warmth. She sets her cold feet on my bare left leg. She sighs quietly. I reach my right arm down, and pull my shorts up, fighting with the blanket while doing so.
I lay my left hand on her left side, and slowly move my hand up and down her side. I set my right hand on her hand, which is currently resting on the middle of my stomach. She turns her hand around, and takes my hand into hers, squeezing tightly.
I close my eyes, and enjoy the cold air hitting my face.
I'm woken up to a cold hand slightly shaking my chest, and a small voice whispering into my ear.
"Matt. Wake up babe." I hear in my left ear. I keep my eyelids closed, but I move my eyeballs around, not fully conscious.
"Hey, wake up." I hear whispered into my ear yet again. I open my eyes, now at that stage of waking up where I'm aware of my surroundings, but still not fully awake.
The girl shakes me one more time, waking me up completely.
I turn my head and see Halie. She has her head lifted, looking at me. She has propped herself up on her side using her right elbow.
"Hm. Yeah what's wrong?" I ask turning my head towards her. My hands are under the blanket, resting on my stomach.
She leans in really close to my ear. "Let's have some feet fun." She whispers seductively and quietly deep into my left ear. My eyes open up farther at those words.
"Right now?" I ask, tired.
"Not with me Matt. Them." She whispers, pointing at the slumbering girls.
I turn my head right, to face the girls. I then turn back around and look at Halie.
She reaches behind her, and picks something up. I quickly find out it's her phone. She puts her passcode in, and slides the brightness bar down to a minimum.
"Are you sure?" I ask facing her.
She gets up and walks over to Kelly, shining the phone screen down at the foot of Kelly's blanket. She kneels down by where Kelly's feet would be.
I sit up, and toss my blanket to my left. I watch as Halie holds the phone steady in her left hand, and uses her right hand to delicately lift the bottom of Kelly's blanket, and set the small flap up on her Kelly's lower calf. I stand up, and walk over to Halie. I realized I never took my glasses off before I went to sleep. I kneel beside Halie, who is now laying on her stomach, like Kelly is. I watch Halie as she eyeballs Kelly's soft, slender soles.
I tap Halie's shoulder, and she looks over her right shoulder at me.
"This isn't a good idea." I whisper to her.
"Shhh. Just enjoy it. Watch me or go find Tiffany's feet." She whispers back to me with two options. I sit and watch Halie for a moment. Halie slowly sets her fingers on Kelly's right sole. She slowly runs her fingers down to Kelly's toes. I shift my legs to attempt to hide a growing boner.
I stand up, and slowly walk over to the couch to pick up my phone. My fetish gets the best of me. I told you it's hard to live with.
I turn my phone on, (4:31( reads the clock on my lock screen. I put my pattern in, and turn my brightness all the way down. I turn around, and walk around the room to Tiffany. I kneel down by her exposed feet. She is laying on her stomach as well. I lay down on my stomach like Halie is to get a better view of Tiffany's small, pale soles. I look up at Tiffany, cautiously watching her for any movements. I look over to my right, to see Halie is smelling Kelly's sole, but she has her phone down on the carpet floor, and her left hand is hidden under her stomach. Halie was rubbing herself while sniffing her friends feet. I suddenly feel an urge to touch Tiffany's feet. I prop myself up on my elbows, and look down at her soles. I run my fingers down the length of her ice cold right sole. My cock buldges. I retract my hand, and start smelling her feet. They don't smell much different from when we were under the bed, but I still enjoy it. I think about Kampbell, who is laying on her back. I crawl over to the foot of Kampbell's blanket. I debate with myself. I really want to, but a part of me says not to. My fetish takes over, and I flip the foot of the blanket up with my right hand. I shine the light down onto Kampbell's small, pale feet. Her right foot is resting on the ankle, so her arch and sole are both visable. Her feet are about a foot apart. I lightly caress her warm feet. I lay down on my stomach, and I put a gentle kiss on the big toe of her left foot. I kiss the arch of her right foot. I sit up on my knees, and pull my cock out. I start jerking myself. I suddenly feel Halie push her chest up against my back, she wraps her right arm around me, and grabs my cock. She starts jerking me.
"I already came. It's your turn babe." She whispers into my ear.
I stare down at Kampbell's feet, and Halie's hand. Halie angles my cock to point at Kampbell's right foot. My cock is hanging above Kampbell's foot about two feet.
I lean forward, and plant my right hand firmly on the floor between Kampbell's slightly spread legs. I plant my left hand on the floor on the other side of Kampbell's leg. I hover myself over her leg, like I got stuck trying to do a push up. Halie sits on her knees beside me, and proceeds to jerk me off.
I turn my head to face Halie. "Halie. I'm gonna cum." I whisper to her.
I turn back and stare at Kampbell's sleeping face. I feel Halie angle my cock again, to point at Kampbell's right foot. Halie wants me to cum on my sisters feet. Sweet!
I expect my cum to ooze, not shoot, and ooze is exactly what it did. I hit my orgasm, and it seeps quickly out, and drips medium-sized puddles on her arch and some on her sole. Suddenly, I feel something on the tip of my cock, other than Halie's hand, which is currently still pumping the middle of my cock. I look down my chest, and see Halie has lifted Kampbell's left foot, and has stuck my cock between her insanely soft toes, causing me to ooze some more cum between all of her toes. I sigh heavily as Halie sets Kampbell's foot back down. I put my right foot under me, and push myself up. I stand, and look at all of the cum on Kampbell's feet. Halie kisses me on the lips, and walks over to her spot on the blanket. I fight with myself, but I decide to leave my cum on Kampbell's feet. I walk over to my spot, and lay down. Halie again sets her head on my chest. She lets out a light sigh as she starts to get comfy. I reach yet again and drape my blanket over the two of us. She tilts her head up, and gives me one more passionate, loving kiss, then lays her head back down on my chest. I close my eyes, and set my hand on Halie's shoulder. I feel myself slowly drift into much needed sleep.
*********
I wake up to the smell of bacon.
I roll over on to my back, and stare up at the ceiling. I stretch my arms up a considerable length, and yawn. I stretch my legs, and give off a small grunt as I finish my stretch.
I look around the room, which is now very well lit up due to the sun. I look over to my left and quickly figure out Halie isn't beside me. I look to my right, and see none if the girls. I look back up, under the realization that the girls got up before me,
I pick my left hand up, and look at my watch.
(9:21( reads my black Armitron.
I sit up, and scratch my left shoulder. I smack my lips, and yawn one more time.
I walk out of the room, and the warm air from the hallway hits me like a bus. Yeah, I obviously like sleeping in the cold.
I turn to my room, and walk in. I lightly shut the door. I dress myself in a tight, dark grey shirt. I chose it because it squeezes my arms and pumps my chest up. I put on a pair of black jeans, and I put my black and white Nike high tops on.
I reach up above my bed, and take my black Foxx hat off the rack, and put it on backwards. I look at myself in my mirror, and thank myself for going to the gym regularly.
I open my bedroom door, and walk down the hallway, and down the wooden stairs. I walk into the living room, and spot Halie and Kelly sitting on the large leather couch. They both look up me.
"Good morning babe!" Halie says standing up and walking over to me.
"Did you sleep well?" She asks, kissing me on the cheek.
"Good morning to you too. And yes, I slept very well." I say happily.
"What about you?" I ask her.
"Good. Real good." She says lightly squeezing my left arm.
"Good." I say back to her.
I look over at Kelly. She looks at me.
"Morning!" She shrieks with a wave and a wide smile.
"Morning Kelly." I say back.
Halie turns around, and walks back to her spot in the couch.
I turn and walk over to the closest of the two openings for the kitchen.
I walk in and see Kampbell and Tiffany making breakfast.
"Good morning Matt!" Kampbell says happily.
"Morning." I say back.
"Breakfast is almost ready." Kampbell says to me.
She turns towards me, and waves a piece of bacon in front of me.
"Bacon?" She asks, dangling the piece of meat five inches from my face.
"Nah. I'll just wait for it ALL to be done." I say hovering my hands above the food on the stove. I walk over to the rectangle-shaped formal dinner table. I pull out a chair, and sit down.
We all sat at the huge rectangular table in silence, eating our food like we hadn't eaten in days.
"Me and Tiffany were thinking we should all go to the mall." Kampbell says, breaking the silence.
"Oh yeah. That sounds fun!" Halie says perking up.
Kelly is nodding in approval.
"Matt?" Kampbell looks towards me, awaiting my response.
"Y'all know I'm not a girl right?" I ask.
"Yeah. Duh. I was just wondering if you wanted to go." Kampbell says looking at me.
I think about it for a moment.
"Fine. I'll go." I say. The girls all jump up in happiness.
"Yaaay!" They all scream.
—
I'm standing in front of my dresser in my room, looking at my large assortment of colognes. I reach up and grab my guitar pick necklace off the wall, and slide it over my head. I scan my eyes over my colognes once more, and finally decide. I reach for my Polo, the Ralph Lauren cologne that I bought at the mall. I spray it on my neck, then onto my shirt. I click the top back on, and set it down back it's place on my dresser. I walk over to my full length mirror, while adjusting my necklace. I stand in front of my mirror, proud of myself for hitting the gym regularly. I flip my hat forward. I don't like looking like a thug, but I prefer a rugged style. I walk back over to my dresser, and pick up my wallet. I open it, and start counting my remaining money by the twenties.
I count five hundred and sixty dollars left. That tattoo really made my wallet take a knee!
I ensure my drivers license and I.D. are both in my wallet. I close it, and stuff it into my right back pocket. I turn around, and walk towards my light switch. I flick it off, and walk out of room.
I walk down the wooden stairs, and meet the girls at the bottom.
They are all dressed now. The girls don't look like they spent much time on getting dressed. Kampbell is wearing blue jeans, with a white shirt that hangs over her shoulders, and white sandals that really show off her small feet. Her long blonde hair is down straight like usual.
Tiffany is wearing her red and white converse, and blue jeans that look so damn tight on her. Her shirt is covered up by a small white jacket.
Kelly is wearing very short, red and pink shorts, like the kind tennis players wear. She has on a pink shirt, with a faded design. She has on a pair of worn, black flip flops.
Halie is wearing her yoga pants from last night, and a black shirt that lacks design. She is wearing a pair of black sandals that I didn't even know she owned. Her hair is done in a ponytail. Another one of my weaknesses.
"Ready?" I ask looking at them.
The girls all look at each other in agreement.
"Yeah. Let's go." Kampbell says, leading the way to the garage.
I open the door, and my heart almost stops when I see the cars in the garage. My dad left his Mercedes AND his Audi R8 here!
"Oh hell yeah." I hear Halie say, and she walks past me in the direction of the Audi.
"Kam, you will drive the Mercedes, me and Halie will take the Audi. Tiff and Kelly will go with you in the Mercedes." I instruct Kampbell.
"Ok." She says opening the door of the white Mercedes. I grab the keys from the rack and toss them to her, she catches them, and sits down in the driver seat of the Mercedes. Kelly and Tiffany pile into the car. I grab the Audi keys from the rack, and I approach the Audi. I open the car door, and see Halie is already sitting down, rubbing her hand around the smooth leather dash.
I sit down, and I click the garage door opener. The door starts to rise, and the Mercedes starts up. I shut the car door, and I start the Audi. It revs up loud, and startles Halie.
"Sorry." I say to her.
Kampbell drives the car out, and onto the road. I pull out smoothly, but I decide to take a different route than Kampbell. I drive down a few streets, then I pull onto the highway.
Halie starts to shriek when I punch it to 150.
I slow to a cruise, and I lean the seat back, enjoying the ride. I keep the windows up, because the wind will mess up Halie's hair. The sound of the engine is the only thing we hear.
"Matt." Halie says turning her head towards me.
"Yeah?" I say, keeping my eyes on the road.
She turns her head forward to look out the sleek windshield.
"How long have you loved me?" She asks almost in a whisper.
I wonder why she would ask me that.
"Ever since my eyes caught with your beautiful eyes." I say back, taking my eyes off the road to look at her for a second. She blushes.
"How long have you loved ME though?" I ask her with a smile, whilst keeping my eyes on the road. I turn my eyes to see a white sign screaming at me, with the numbers '80' painted in black. I slow to 85.
"Since I met you." She whispers back. My heart cracks at those words. I stare at the road, not knowing what else to do.
"I always hid it from you. When I met you, I was dating Danny at the time." She says quietly.
"Danny's the biggest dickhead I've ever met." I say back to her.
"He wasn't at first, then he starting thinking he owned me. After about two months of us dating, he started getting physical. I tried to stand up to him once, but he-..." She cuts off.
"He punched me." She whispers.
I clench the leather steering wheel, and I jerk my head to look at her.
"That motherfucker punched you?!" I ask angrily, almost screaming. I turn back to the windshield to watch the road.
"Yeah. He though it was so funny when I cried." She says with an angry tone.
I bite my tongue to keep from yelling again.
"I'm sorry." I say to her. "I didn't mean to yell at you." I say apologetically.
"It's fine. You weren't yelling at me." She says, accepting my apology.
"It just pisses me off that he was like that to you." I say angrily, but still trying to calm myself down.
I sigh.
"So how did you break up with him?" I ask her, my eyes still on the road.
She takes a second before answering.
"I ran." She whispered. "Away from him. He started getting so... violent. He was always angry at me for some reason. I couldn't take it anymore." She was staring out her window.
I waited for a minute, then decided to talk again.
"How could anyone be mad at you? I find you perfect." I say to her, causing her to turn her head and look at me. I look back at her for a moment, then back at the road.
"Sex one time with him wasn't enough." She tells me under her breathe.
I check the rear view mirror, then look back at the road. I reach and adjust a nozzle, and turn the A/C on.
"It wasn't just that. Everything I did he didn't like." She says looking at me.
I glance at her.
"Well, I'm here. You're ok. Let's just forget about that prick and move on." I suggest.
She sighs, then looks out her window.
"Yeaaah. I'm glad to have you." She says with an audible smile, then looks at me.
"And I have my own, personal protector." She says while squeezing my right bicep.
I'm SO glad I go to the gym!!
She moves her left hand down on to my crotch. I look down at her hand, then back to the road.
"Not to mention your size." She says with another audible smile, rubbing my growing cock through my jeans.
"You like?" I ask sounding cocky.
"Mhmmmmm." She garbles in her throat.
She unbuckles her seatbelt, and turns her body to face me. She sits on her knees in the chair. She unbuckles my jeans, and unzips them. She dives her head down, taking half of my shaft into her mouth.
"Oh shit." I say, adjusting myself, and looking in my rear view mirror for cars. No one in sight.
She starts bobbing her head up and down, she has her hands down at the base of my shaft, keeping her steady. I take my right hand, and put it on the back her head. I have some trouble keeping myself focused on the road.
I feel the back of her throat, and she gags. She pops me out of her mouth, and looks up at me with a smile. She leans back, and leans against her door. She picks her right foot up, and hovers it infront of my mouth. I kiss the top of her foot, and she gives me her left foot, so I kiss the top of that foot too.
"Take my sandals off." She says in a seductive tone.
I remove my right hand off the wheel, and she sets her feet down on my lap. Her feet surround the base of my shaft, almost like she was going to give me a footjob with her sandals on.
I reach my right hand down at her right foot, and undo the white strap that buckles the other straps together. I slide her beautiful foot out of her sandal. I hand her sandal to her, and she takes it and puts it against my nose. I inhale deeply through my nose, and let it out with a sigh.
She drops her sandal on the floor board infront of her seat.
I grab the buckle in her other sandal, and undo it. I slide her left foot out of the sandal, and I hand the sandal to her again, but this time she drops it on the floor.
I look down, and she wraps her arches around the base of my cock. I let out a small sigh.
I stare at the road, trying to keep my focus. Halie starts a slow jerking motion, allowing my Well-lubed member to glide between her arches with ease.
GAWD this girl is perfect!
I look behind me, and I still don't see any cars. Perfect.
I look down, at the beautiful pair of feet slowly pumping my cock.
She picks up her pace, and I slightly buck.
"Mmmm you really like that don't you?" She asks seductively. I turn and look at her; she has a small grin on her face. I turn back to the road.
"Every part of you is perfect." I say to her, barely able to keep my cool.
Halie leans over and presses the light blue radio button.
("...Thunder, feel the thunder. Lighting and the thunder...!"(
The radio plays loudly, and Halie immediately recognizes the song. I can tell because she starts waving her head from side to side.
I feel my balls start to pulse, and I take my right hand, and slowly run my fingers across the top of her soft foot. I take my fingers, and firmly grasp the sole of her left foot. I can't hold back. I buck upwards, and flex my stomach, as my orgasm hits. Just as I hit my orgasm, the song hits the peak, only causing me to have somewhat of a more intense orgasm.
My cum shoots hard out of the tip, and lands on Halie's feet, the rest of the streams all come down and land all over Halie's feet. I keep bucking upwards. All through my orgasm she doesn't stop her jerking, in fact, she jerks faster, causing me to lose all concentration in my driving.
I feel my body start to calm down, and Halie slows her jerking to a light tug. I sit completely down, and Halie lifts up her feet. I reach down with my right hand to zip up my pants. I briefly take my hands off the wheel to button my jeans.
I turn and look over at Halie. She grabs her right ankle, and starts licking my cum off her feet. She stares into my eyes, and grins wide when she sees me watching. She grabs the ankle of her other foot, and starts licking my cum off her feet, swallowing everything I had shot onto her feet.
"There." Is all she says, and she bends down to grab her sandles.
***—
After 10 minutes of driving around the parking lot, I finally found an empty parking spot. Two actually, besid
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"Damn. Finally." Halie says impatiently.
"Right?" I say, pulling into the spot.
"I like these underground parking lots." Halie says, looking around.
I put the car in park, and I take the key out. I stuff the key into my left pocket. Halie unbuckles and steps out. I open my door, and pull myself out. Just as I do, a white Mercedes pulls up beside me. I shut the door, and walk behind the Audi. The Mercedes comes to a smooth stop, then shuts off. I lean on the back of the Audi, watching the girls slowly climb out of the car.
Halie runs over to the girls.
"That car is amazing!" Halie shrieks, pointing at the Audi.
We are all standing in a small circle, talking amongst each other, when Halie suddenly grabs my right arm.
"Oh my god. Matt." I hear her whisper, causing me, and the girls to stop talking almost immediately.
"What's wrong?" I ask turning my body towards her and looking into her eyes.
She turns to her left, and points at someone in the distance. I turn, and try to spot who it is. Just I figure it out, Halie says something to all of us.
"It's Danny." She says, not taking her eyes off him. He's leaning against the back of his grey car, staring at us.
"Oh shit. Look at Matt." I hear Kelly say from behind me. I must look angry or something. I realize I look like I'm in fight mode.
I start to walk towards him, but Kelly stops me after two steps.
"Don't. You'll get in trouble." She says, gripping my right arm.
I look into her green eyes.
"I'm not gonna hurt him bad." I say, turning away from Kelly, and towards Danny. I start a strut walk towards him, and I see the girls in the reflection of my glasses. They are all huddled beside Halie.
"Hey. You got a problem?!" I ask him angrily.
"Hell yeah I got a problem. You with my girl!" He says angrily back to me.
"Last I checked, she left your ass! So fuck off." I tell him, standing about three feet away from him.
He gets in my face.
"How about YOU fuck off before I knock you unconscious four eyes!" He says with his face turning red.
"Get. Out. Of. My face." I say with an extreme anger.
He backs up about a foot, and swings at me. Anger, and hate takes control.
I catch his right fist with my left hand, and I swing my bawled right fist into his jaw, with every bit of strength I have, causing a loud cracking sound to come from his jaw.
He drops like a rock, and thuds on the concrete. He lands on his right side, and rolls onto his stomach, and puts his knees under himself. He starts to slowly move around on the concrete, holding his jaw.
"Don't EVER touch Halie again in your life. Or next time I'll leave you gasping for air through punctured lungs and broken ribs!" I say loudly to him, while Halie grabs my right arm, pulling me back to the other side of the lot. She lets go when we get to the car.
I grab my right wrist, and start swirling it around, making sure I didn't break it.
"What was that Matt?" Kelly asks inches from my face.
I look into her green eyes.
"He deserves it." I say back, calming myself down.
Halie walks up infront of me, and hugs me tight. I hug back, but with a soft squeeze.
"You didn't need to do that." She whispers into my chest.
I look down and kiss her on the top of her head.
"I know." I say back.
She releases her hug, and steps back to look at me. She grabs my right hand, and pulls it towards her, checking my hand to make sure I didn't break it. She licks her thumb, and wipes a small amount of blood off of my middle knuckle. I turn around to look at Danny.
He's clutching his face, and trying to pick himself up using the back of his car. I strangely feel bad for punching him. I turn to Halie, then back to Danny, who I can hear lightly moaning.
"Halie. One second. Please." I say turning to her. I see the girls from the corner of my left eye, and they are huddled closely together, looking at my hand too.
She lets her hand slowly slide down my hand to release it from her grasp.
I turn around and start to walk towards Danny, who is still trying to pick himself up.
"Matt?" Halie whispers behind me.
I turn my head to look at her, and I put my finger up to signal 'one second'.
I walk up to him, and I offer him my right hand. I slowly looks at my hand, then up to me. He looks back to my hand, then lightly grasps it. I pull him to his feet, and I grab his left side to help him stand. He looks up at me.
"Sorry." I say apologetically. He leans lightly on his car, and I let go of him.
"Why?" He asks out of breathe. I look at his mouth, which is trickling red blood down his lip.
"I hit you because you hit Halie, and what she told me-..."
"No. I mean why did you help me?" He asks, cutting me off, and wiping the blood off of his chin. I turn around to look at Halie, then back to Danny.
I take a moment to think about it.
"I felt bad. Plus, you've learned your lesson now." I say looking at his mouth, which has more blood slowly seeping out, and onto his chin.
"Thanks." He whispers back. I turn around and walk back to the girls.
"So. Um, what do we do now?" Kelly asks. I turn and see Kampbell, who is staring at me. She fast walks to me, and stops inches from my face.
"I... can't believe you would... do that kind of thing." She whispers to me, surprised that I punched someone.
"Just don't talk about it." I say looking down into her bue eyes. She turns to Halie for answers.
"I'll have to tell you about it all later." Halie says to Kampbell.
***
The drive home was quiet. Halie rode with me again. We had decided the mall wasn't so great after all. We had sat in awkward silence between us two, aside from the radio quietly playing.
Me, Kelly and Tiffany sat in the main family room. Not doing much of anything.
Halie walks down the stairs, with Kampbell close behind her.
Kampbell turns to me when she reaches the bottom.
"Now I understand why you did what you did." She says walking past me into the kitchen. I look back at the large TV, which is currently off.
I'm sitting on the leather couch that's up against the wall, which faces the TV. Halie follows Kampbell into the kitchen.
Kelly and Tiffany are sitting together on the couch up that's up against the wall, to my right. I see Kelly move, so I look over at her. She sets her right foot on the table infront of the couch. Both her sole, and her arch are facing my direction. I look at her face, and she is already looking at me. She grins, and flexes her foot down, causing her sole to wrinkle. Tiffany sees what going on, and she too sets her right foot on the table. I'm darting my eyes between their eyes, and their soles.
Suddenly, Tiffany removes her foot, and stands up.
"Well, I'm gonna have to leave." She says, grabbing her jeans, and slightly pulling them up.
I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I reach under me, and pull my phone out of my pocket. My mom is calling me.
I tap the green 'answer' button, then put my phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I ask, a little too loud.
"Hey honey! How are you?" She asks in her excited 'mom' voice.
"Ahh, doing well. How about you?" I ask standing up, and I notice Tiffany is now watching me, not really moving.
"I'm doing good. But work is wanting me to stay longer. They said they would actually give me a thirty percent bonus on my next paycheck if I stay overnight again." She says excitedly.
"Well, you stayed last night, so how did you get any sleep?" I ask.
"Oh, I take little thirty minute power naps after my lunch break." She tells me excitedly again.
"Well that's the important part. But if you want to, just stay another night. What's wrong with a little extra money?" I ask sarcastically.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to. I already called your father, and he said it's fine, because he won't be home tonight either. He wanted me to tell you that he's going to stay at a hotel again, so that he can still drink, but that he'll be home tomorrow." She says, and I start to wonder how he's doing too.
"That's alright. Me and Kampbell can hold down the fort juuuuuust fine." I tell her, starting to slowly walk around the room.
"Ok honey, that's good. But listen, I got to go, so tell Kampbell I said 'hi' and that I love her." She says, starting to speed up her talking.
"Ok will do. I love you, be safe." I tell her.
"Ok honey, you too. Buh-bye." She says quickly.
"Bye." I say, and I take the phone away from my ear, and I hang up my phone, and turn it off, then slide it back into my jeans pocket.
I walk to the kitchen to find Kampbell, and she's sitting at the table drinking apple juice. Halie is shuffling through the fridge.
"Mom says she loves you, and that she won't be home until tomorrow, and neither will dad." I say, pulling a chair beside Kampbell.
"That damn work." She says, setting her glass down.
"Well, it's going on six." I say looking at my watch. "What should we do for dinner?" I ask.
The girls all start slowly walking towards me and Kampbell when I mention dinner.
Kampbell looks back at me.
"Applebee's." She says perking up, and pointing at me.
The girls all snake into the kitchen quietly, and stand close behind me.
"Mmmmm, that sounds good." Kelly says into my ear.
I turn around to look at the three girls that are standing closely behind me.
"Y'all do know I'm the one that's going to have to PAY for it, right?" I ask in a smartass tone.
"Pffft, it's fine." Kelly says, and starts to walk over to her shoes.
"Ok. Applebee's it is then." Kampbell says standing up.
Shit, I'm going to have to pay for FIVE meals! I'm screwed.
******
"Is right here good?" The short brunette waitress asks, pointing to a table.
"Yeah, that's fine." I say, picking a chair. The table seats four people, so I reach over and grab another chair from a different table, and set it at the head of our table.
We all sit down, Halie is to my left, Kelly is infront of me, Kampbell sits down beside beside Kelly's left side, and Tiffany sits down beside me to my right.
The waitress hands us our menu's.
"What can I get you guys to drink tonight?" She asks, pulling out a small pad of paper.
"I'll have water." Halie says, looking her.
"I'll have a cola." Kelly says, pointing to the menu, which she has now opened up.
"Ok." says the waitress, moving her head up from the pad, to Kampbell.
"Dr. Pepper. Please." Kampbell says, picking up a menu.
"I'll have water too please." Tiffany says, also picking up a menu.
The waitress turns to me, and moves her eyes down from my shoulder, down to my biceps, then down to my forearms, which I have resting on the table, then she jerks her eyes to look into my eyes.
"Corona. Please." I say, reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet, then my I.D. She looks over the I.D. then writes on her notepad.
"Ok. Thank you Matt." She says, and walks away to the kitchen.
I look around at the girls, and I notice that all of them are looking at me.
"Did you see the way she was looking at you?" Kelly asks joyfully.
"Right? I think she was checking out your arms, Matt." Tiffany chimes in.
I look at Kelly. "I don't need her, because I've got this beautiful girl here." I say looking at Halie, and she leans in and kisses me on the cheek.
I look around the restaurant, not really knowing what else to do. I start to watch one of the NFL games on one of the many TV's in the restaurant.
The waitress walks over to our table with a large disc, carrying all of our drinks on it.
"Coke, Dr. Pepper, water, and another water." She says handing us our drinks.
"I'll go get your corona." She says and looks at me with a wide smile.
"Ok. Thanks." I say as she walks away.
I turn and look at Kampbell.
"Oh yeah. She's definitely into you." Kampbell says with confidence.
"Huh. I didn't notice." I say sarcastically back at her.
I watch as the waitress walks over to our table with a corona.
"And here you go." She says handing me the drink.
"Thanks." I say.
"Are we ready to order?" She asks, grabbing her notepad.
"Damn it, all this time I'm looking around, I forget the menu." I say. "You girls go ahead, I'll find something." I say picking up and opening the tall menu.
"Ok. Let's start with you." The waitress says pointing to Halie with her pen.
"I'll have the eight ounce steak. Medium. With steamed vegetables, please." Halie says, without looking at the menu.
"Okaaaay. What about you?" The waitress asks Kelly.
"I'll have the T-bone, rare, with shrimp, please." Kelly says closing her menu.
"Alright. What about you?" The waitress asks looking at Tiffany.
"I'll have the grilled shrimp, with cocktail sauce please." Tiffany says closing her menu.
"Mhm. And you?" The waitress asks looking at Kampbell.
"Hmmm. I'll have the... wait... no... the salad with... no no, wait... OK I'll have the salmon. With steamed vegetables, and a side salad with bleu cheese. Thanks." She says, handing her menu to the waitress.
"Ok. Great choice." The waitress says cheerfully.
"God, finally." I say jokingly to Kampbell, causing the waitress to laugh.
"Ok, and you?" She asks pointing to me with her pen.
"I'll have the T-bone, medium, with the shrimp on top please, and a side of jalapeños, please." I say trying to sound like jalapeños are no big deal.
"Wow, Ok." She says, writing in her notebook. "Ok. I'll have your meals right out, and a refill for your coke." She says pointing to Kelly.
"Ok. Thanks." Kelly says with a smile.
I resume watching the football game, not paying much attention to what the girls are talking about. I'm leaning my forearms on the table, occasionally sitting up to drink my corona.
I feel something press lightly on my cock. I shudder a little bit, and lean back in my chair. I look down, and see five red capped toes resting on my cock. I look up at Kelly, who is biting her lower lip. Good thing we got a corner table.
Kelly sets her other foot on my crotch, and starts slowly rubbing up and down, with little pressure.
She gives me small hand gestures, signaling for me to unzip my jeans. I point to Kampbell, but Kelly shrugs it off.
I casually unzip my pants, and I grip my cock to direct it out of the opening that my zipper has created.
It springs up, and Kelly feels my now fully grown member on the tip of her toes. She looks at me, then wraps all ten of her toes around the middle of my cock. She starts lightly jerking. I look over at Halie, and she already knows what's going on.
She spits quietly into her right hand, then leans over, and wraps her hand around my cock, and starts lightly jerking. She lubes my cock up, then retracts her hand. Kelly starts pumping my cock with ease. I slowly reach my hands down, and I lay her feet flat, willing her to use her arches. She catches on quickly, and starts pumping with her arches. I bring my hands up, I rest my left hand on the table, and I lean in to reach for my corona. I take a sip, then settle back down.
Suddenly, the waitress comes out of nowhere, and sets a coke down on the table, right infront of Kelly.
"Here is your coke ma'am." The waitress says, setting the coke down infront of Kelly.
"Thanks." Kelly says to her, as she walks away.
Kelly turns back towards me, and smiles wide, biting her lip in the process. She starts pumping faster, and I have to keep control of my body, so I don't buck, and flip the table over. I slowly look at Tiffany's face, I notice that she's seeing what's going on. Her eyes are locked onto my cock. She moves her hand down, and adjusts her tight jeans that are pushing onto her mound.
I feel it start rising, so I turn to Kelly, and I signal her with my hands. She starts pumping even faster, and she grips my cock even harder. I shoot a stream of cum onto the bottom of the table, and the rest oozes out onto her feet. I calm my breathing down, and I try to act casual. (Which I don't do very well in this scenario)
I start to wonder how Kelly is going to clean up her feet. She releases my cock, and she brings her legs close to her. She dips her fingers down, and starts scooping up my cum from her feet, and is casually licking it off her fingers. I look down, and stuff my cock back into my pants, just in time too, because the waitress pops out of thin air again, but this time with our food.
***
"Oh dear god. I'm so full." Kampbell says out of breathe, dropping her fork onto her almost clean plate.
"Oh, I know." Halie says, slumping down in her chair.
Kelly finished eating long before us, and she's turned around in her chair watching the last few minutes of the football game that's being brightly displayed from the bar.
I look over at Tiffany.
"Are you full?" I ask her.
She turns her head slowly to look at me.
"Yeah." She says quietly.
I had just finished eating. I chocked down the rest of my food, because I didn't want to waste it. Especially not for 23.99.
I see the waitress walking towards our table.
"Do we have room for desserts tonight?" She asks with a grin, picking up Kampbell's plate, then Tiffany's.
Suddenly, all of the girls spring up.
"Oh yeah dessert!" Tiffany says springing back to life.
"Oh god." I whisper to myself under my breathe, slowly putting my wallet back into my pocket.
"Ok! What will you guys have?" The waitress asks, setting the two plates down on the table, then pulling out her pad and pen.
I look at Tiffany as the waitress takes her order first.
"I'll have the 'Triple Chocolate Meltdown'." Tiffany says, closing her menu.
I quickly reach for a menu, then open it to check the prices of what the girls are getting.
My eyes bulge at the price of that chocolate melt over, or whatever the hell its called.
"I'll have two orders of the 'Blue Ribbon Brownies'." Kelly says, closing her menu.
TWO??!! Oh dear god.
"Okaaay, and you?" The waitress asks, looking at Kampbell.
"Hmmm, lets see. Hmm." She whispers, scanning through her menu. "The brownie bites. Please." Kampbell says, looking up at the waitress, and closing her menu.
Ok, that's not so bad.
"Alright. And you?" The waitress asks, walking over to Halie.
"Three orders of the 'Triple Chocolate Meltdown'. Please." Halie says, closing her menu. I loudly set the menu down on the table, and I sling back in my chair.
THREE??!! Oh for fuck's sake.
"Ok. What about you sir?" The waitress asks looking at me.
"I don't want anything, but thank you very much." I say politely with a smile.
"Ohhhh, you're the one that's paying the bill, huh?" She asks, pointing her pen at me.
"Unfortunately." I say, locking my hands together on the table.
"Yikes. Well, good luck." She says with a smile, and starts her walk back towards the kitchen.
"Ma'am?" I ask, getting her attention before she gets to the kitchen.
"Yes?" She asks, turning around to look at me.
"Sorry, but I never caught your name." I say to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Jane." She says, apologizing.
"No need to apologize, I was just wondering. Thank you." I say looking up at her."
The girls were digging into their desserts, that took only about ten minutes to get here.
I see Jane walking towards me, with that dreaded piece of paper in her hand.
"Here you go, no rush." She says, laying the black plastic containing the bill on the table. "Can I get you guys anything else?" She asks, looking over the table.
The girls look at each other.
"Nope, we're good. Thanks." Kampbell says, looking up at the waitress.
"Ok, you guys have a great evening." She says, and turns around to walk back to the kitchen.
I flip the plastic over, and I read the total cost down at the bottom of the paper.
"Holy shit." I say, leaning back in my chair. The girls all look at me.
"Y'all are EXPENSIVE." I say looking at the girls.
They giggle, and resume their eating.
I take out my wallet, and start looking through it.
"Give her a tip." Kelly says looking at me.
"Ok. I'll give her a tip. Don't play in the street." I say with a grin back to Kelly.
I set a ten down on the table, and I stand up.
"I'm gonna go pay." I say to the girls.
I walk up the front, and I hand the guy the bill, and 160 skins.
He rings it up, and hands me a copy of the receipt, and my change.
"Thank you. Have a good day." He says with a smile.
"Thanks, you too." I say back to him.
I turn around and see all of the girls are heading out the door. I walk out, stuffing the receipt and my change into my pocket.
***
"Wanna have some fun tonight?" Halie asks, out of the blue.
I check the rear view mirror, then I hit my turn signal to get off the highway.
"Always." I say back.
She turns to look at me.
"I like it. It's dangerous with Kam in the house. Adds more fun. Ya know, other than nine inches stuffed inside me." She says with a chuckle, turning to look out her window.
"Well, I guess it is kinda fun." I say back.
"Kam had no idea about the dried cum on her feet, but she WAS wondering why your phone was on the floor by her feet." She says, still looking out her window.
My mind begins to race. Does she know? What does she suspect?
"Well, I could just say I dropped it, or something." I say, trying to think up some sort of terrible excuse.
Halie turns and look at me.
"Just don't say anything to her. She'll probably just forget about it." I say, glancing over at her.
"Ok." She says, turning to look out her window.
***—
I'm sitting in my dads chair, in the down stairs living room. I'm staring at the TV, which is currently off, slowly sipping my beer.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" I hear four ear piercing screams come from upstairs.
My protective instincts explode, and I shoot up from the chair, and I sprint up the stairs. I end up getting up the stairs in less than two seconds. I round the corner, then I sprint into the upstairs family room. I spot the girls standing on the furniture, huddled in the corner closest to the door.
"What's wrong?!" I ask in fight mode, looking around the room.
The girls all look at me startled.
"SPIDER!!" They all shriek at me, causing my ears to literally ring.
They point to opposite corner of the room. I walk a little further into the room, and spot a small spider on the wall.
I exhale a sigh of relief, and walk over to it. I recognize the kind.
"Ohh, pfft. It's just a little house spider." I say, pushing the spider with my left hand, into my right hand. I turn around, and show the girls the spider, that has made itself comfy in the palm of my hand.
"AAAAAHH!!" They all scream when they see I'm holding it in my hand.
I grin.
"Ohhhh, c'mon." I say, walking closer to the girls.
"MATT!! STOP!" Kelly screams at me.
I look around at the girls again.
"Ok, Ok. Look, it's just a house spider. They don't bite." I say, lowering my shoulders.
The girls all look like they have relaxed. They slowly step down off the furniture.
"Look." I say, looking back down to the brown spider sitting in my hand,
The girls all slowly approach me.
"See. Nothing to be afraid of." I say softly.
"Ok." Kampbell whispers.
They all huddle by my hands entrusting me with the spider. I wait until it's dead silent in the room.
"Oh it's one of those jumping ones!" I scream jokingly, backing up fast.
"AAAHHH!!" They all scream, turning and running out the bedroom door.
The screams slowly fade off as the girls run downstairs.
I'm holding the spider in my right hand, and leaning on my dresser with the other, trying not to fall over from laughter. I gasp for air, and clutch my stomach with my left hand.
I catch my breathe, and stand up. I walk over to the window, still laughing lightly. I open the window, and set the spider on the gutter beside the window. I look around the black backyard, breathing in the cold air. I lean back, and shut the window. The cold air rushes into the room, and fades off. I check my watch.
(9:55(
It feels much later than that.
"Ohh my god." I say, walking down the stairs, still trying to keep from laughing.
I cup my hands together as I reach the base of the stairs. I see the girls huddled in a small circle by the kitchen entrance farthest from me.
They turn to me, then my hands.
"Maaaaaatt." Kelly says with the tone of 'Don't push it".
"It's ok." I say, and I walk up to the girls.
"AAAAH!" I scream, and throw my hands towards the girls, like I'm throwing the spider at them.
"AHHHHHH!" The scream again, and scatter in different directions.
I immediately fall over, onto the cold tile of the kitchen. I start clenching my stomach in pain as the screams fade off in different directions.
I hear a very faint "IS IT ON ME?!" come from somewhere in the house. I start laughing harder. I roll over onto my back, and take my glasses off. I start trying to wipe my eyes through the painful laughter.
I slowly stand up, catching my breathe. I look around the room, and I walk into the center of the living room.
"Come on guys. I didn't really have the spider." I yell, in no specific direction.
I wait for a minute, then I hear light footsteps coming down the stairs.
Halie comes into view first, then Kelly, then Kampbell, then Tiffany. Halie looks down at my hands from about ten feet away, and sees that I don't have the spider.
The girls all relax, then the downside of my fun starts in.
They all start rambling about how mean that was, but I just bit the tip of my tongue with a grin.
The girls stop talking, one by one, then Halie speaks again.
"That was pretty funny though." Halie says walking closer to me.
She swings her fist, and hits me in the stomach, almost knocking the wind out of me.
"Ay whoa whoa." I say, still laughing, and blocking my stomach from any further attacks.
"There. We're even." Halie says, walking to the couch behind me.
I look back at the other girls. They all look at each other, then shuffle over to a seat. I do the same, and sit down in one of the leather recliners.
We sit in silence, for what must be ten minutes, until Kampbell stands up, and walks into the kitchen. I watch her walk into the kitchen, then I look over at the girls. They are still engrossed in their phones.
"Shit. We're all out of wine." Kampbell says from the kitchen, breaking the silence.
The girls still don't look up from their phones.
"Ok. I'll be back." Kampbell says. I hear shuffling around in the kitchen, then the garage door opens, then closes.
I slowly look over at the girls. They are all staring at me.
They all jump up, then walk over to me.
Kelly pulls her shirt over her head, revealing a red bra.
Halie sits down on the floor infront of me. Tiffany puts her hand on my chest, and pushes me back in the chair. Halie lifts her feet up, and sets them down on my crotch. I feel my cock pulse. "Take his pants off." Halie says, and Kelly reaches over me, and unzips my pants, then undoes the button. Tiffany grabs my jeans, and pulls them down, and over my legs. She throws my jeans behind the couch.
"Take that damn shirt off babe." Halie says, rubbing the soles of her bare feet on my covered cock. My cock is bulging proudly through my underwear.
I grab my shirt, and pull it over my head. I throw it behind the couch too.
I look over at Kelly, who is standing to my left, and then Tiffany, who is standing to my right. There are now both completely naked. How in the living...? I just totally missed them undressing. Kelly kneels down beside me, and I take her full left boob into my hand. I lightly squeeze.
"Mmmm." Kelly moans softly in her throat.
Tiffany reaches over, and slides my underwear down off my legs. She sets them down beside her. Halie leans forward, and guides my rock hard cock into her warm mouth. She licks the tip, then plunges down almost to the base. She comes back up, then gasps for breathe. She plunges back down, and starts sucking.
"Ohh." I moan, and I entwine my fingers into her hair. She stares into my eyes, and grins as she causes me to lightly thrust. I feel the back of her throat, then she gags, and comes back up.
She smiles, and leans back. The sets her feet on my thighs, then she slips my slippery member between her soles, and starts pumping quickly.
I squeeze again on Kelly's firm breast, then I feel a hand grab my wrist, then another firm boob comes to press against my palm. I turn my head to look over at Tiffany, and she plants a firm, passionate kiss on my lips.
I turn back to Halie. Who is staring open-mouthed at her work.
She looks up at me, then grins. She grips my cock between her small black-capped toes, and starts slowly pumping again. I reach down, and grab the sides of her soft feet, and start pulling them up, then pushing them down at my own pace. Halie switches to h
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*THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY*
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Some kids get to be apprenticed in the sorcery business by going to a posh school -- others have to do it the hard way. But then again, there are games you can play in a dragon's riding net which are a bloody sight more interesting than chasing a winged ball on a broomstick...
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The early morning sun shone down on the ancient walls of Giant's Pass castle. It fell on patches of green moss clinging to the weathered stone blocks of the Outer and Inner Wards. Shards of light sparkled uselessly against the only window in the castle, the stained glass panes now covered in dirt and hiding the long disused Royal Chapel from view. But the glittering day made a brave showing of the banner of King Argud the Defiler flying high above the keep and reflected brightly from the string of wind polished skulls hanging below the flag. A few rays of shimmering sunlight even penetrated the arrow slits of the prison tower, to be instantly snuffed out amidst the dark stench of despair and corrupting flesh within. More glittering rays were wasted in falling on the steaming surface of the castle moat and its covering of rotting turds.
King Argud and his Master-At-Arms were no fools. Any attacking soldier who fell into that reeking gray-blue semi-liquid with even the smallest of wounds on his body would soon be dying a most painful and poisonous death. True, the smell on a warm day like this was truly awful but since everybody in the royal household stank like a dead goat anyway it was of no great consequence.
The King should have been in his counting house, counting out his money. Unfortunately, there was hardly any to count, since there was nobody in marching distance who had anything left worth stealing. So instead, the monarch had taken a newly arrived serving wench into the buttery, bent her over a table and applied double handfuls of butter to her bared hindquarters. The girl was mystified by his actions but in a few seconds time she was destined to find out two things: why he was called Argud the Defiler, and also the real reason why the buttery was called the buttery.
The Master-At-Arms, on the other hand, was dealing with more delicate business. A matter of negotiations which called for diplomacy and cordiality. Not easy qualities to summon up in a proud old soldier covered in scars and past glory: in his time the Master-At-Arms had killed and raped more victims than a boatload of Ice Land Warriors. He resented having to be unduly deferential to any other official of the royal household. But even he had to respect the authority of Sir Tarquin as royal tax collector and keeper of the castle torture chamber.
"A fine day, Sir Tarquin."
"A fine day, Master."
Sir Tarquin reluctantly laid aside a series of woodcuts left behind by a visiting trader of tormenting equipment. He often gazed at them wistfully, especially the ones showing the young lady with the long legs stretched out on a rack, the legs getting longer and longer in each succeeding picture. What he wouldn't give to have a bit of glamour like that spread eagled in his own tormenting implements instead of the dreary peasants that were all that ever came his way in this backward apology of a backwoods Kingdom. Not that he'd ever dare to let such words pass his lips, not if he didn't want them sewn together with a hornet in his mouth. On matters patriotic King Argud was so right wing he was almost a Tiberian Republican.
"How can I help you, Master?
"I'd like to book a session in the torture chamber, Sir Tarquin."
"Certainly -- a personal one, Master? Ha, ha, the old ones are always the best, hey?"
The Master smiled dutifully with a twitch of his lips as the head torturer reached for his appointments diary, a movement which paused halfway as an earsplitting scream came from the direction of the buttery. Sir Tarquin cocked his head to one side and listened with professional judgment.
"She'll be able to carry around the mead tonight, but I hope it's not at my table. Her hands won't stop shaking for a week. Now, Master, was it a group booking?"
"No. Just the one, thank'ee, my lord."
"Fine. Any particular torments in mind? Male or female?"
The Master-At-Arms grinned, displaying his ill colored teeth like a wolf finding a sheep caught in a briar patch: "Definitely male, Sir Tarquin. It's the castrating vice I want to use. Could I have a couple of hours, if that's agreeable to you?"
"A couple of hours? That's a long time for such a simple little job. Is this business or pleasure, Master?"
"Oh, both, Sir Tarquin -- both."
The old soldier looked as if he'd seen a divine vision of a thousand virgins, each one more beautiful than the next, and all driving carts heavily laden with wine barrels.
Sir Tarquin felt a touch of unease. As a normal thing, letting enthusiastic amateurs loose in the torture chamber was a mistake. Blood everywhere afterwards, and all the tools bent out of shape with overmuch heating. But as an officer of the Royal Household there was no way the Master-At-Arms could be decently refused access to the in-castle tormenting facilities.
"The day after tomorrow? From the third emptying of the water clock until the fifth emptying?"
"Thank you, Sir Tarquin. You coperation is appreciated."
The Torturer fastened his weak blue eyes on the Master's vicious brown ones.
"You'll appreciate that you'll still have to raise an inter-departmental invoice for the hire of the chamber. Two florins an hour, four florins in all. You'll need to make six copies of the invoice, all signed by yourself or your deputy and counter-signed by myself or my deputy. One copy for your files, one for mine, one for the routinef-the day clerk, one to the Royal Accounts Office, one for the Royal Archives, and one for the Bureau of Births, Deaths, Marriages and Castrations. And, naturally, it's your department's responsibility to ensure the removal of all bodies and bodily parts from the chamber at the end of the hire period. All equipment used is also to be cleaned and lightly oiled afterwards."
"You know me, my lord. I always leave the torture chamber the way I would wish to find it."
Sir Tarquin suddenly realized that the Master-At-Arms wasn't looking at him, but over his head and through an arrow slit in the wall. He turned in his chair and glanced out of the narrow gap himself. On the other side of the moat were the straggly lines of filthy wooden shacks where those of King Argud's subjects unfortunate enough to be still alive eked out their wretched existences. But one building at least was well built, the size of a barn, close to the protection of the castle walls, with a patch of scorched grass outside it. Playing happily together on the bare ground was a young boy and a young female. The female was much younger than the boy, but a great deal bigger. About thirty paces longer, in fact, bright pink in color -- at the moment, anyway -- and gently weaving her snout and her sinuous body like a giant ferret as the boy tickled her underneath her left wing joint.
"By the Gods, Master, I still can't believe it -- not even after seeing it every day for nigh on five years. A living, breathing dragon. And when I was a boy we all thought they'd never existed. Even the witches and warlocks said the old carvings were only make believe. Just dreams and mind pictures from nearly forgotten stories. And then a dirty little sniveling son of a night soil spreader comes out of the forest with an great egg he says he found in the roots of a fallen tree."
The Master nodded absent-mindedly. Everybody from far and wide knew the story, and how young Hal O'The Shitbuckets had not told anybody about the egg but hidden it inside a pile of warm dung near to his family's hut. How the boy had come out a few weeks later and found a newly hatched dragonet frolicking around on top of the pile of shite. And by the time anybody of importance had found out about any of this, it was too late. The dragonet and Hal had instantly developed the same kind of affection as between a man and his dog, and any attempts to part them had sent the young dragon into such a state of fretful decline that the companionship had to be restored immediately. But otherwise the hatchling seemed perfectly healthy and had grown at an astonishing speed. And of all its mysteries, three had continually dominated King Argud's thoughts.
The first: was there was any truth in the old legends about dragons breathing fire?
The dragonet had never shown any sign of being able to do so but there had been a lingering hope in King Argud's breast that the facility might develop as the creature reached adulthood. A hope which had found triumphant resolution one night when a pack of starving wolves had slipped into the dragon hut and attacked the dragon and Hal. The resulting flames had not only burnt down the hut but also a dozen others belonging to peasants unfortunate enough to be living nearby. As the suddenly dispossessed poor fled for their lives the King had capered wildly in delight in his night shirt, calling for his pipe to light it from the burning fragments of the huts, and then for his trio of fiddlers to provide music for his pyromaniacal prancing. At dawn he'd demanded that Hal demonstrate the dragon's incendive skills again by burning down more huts, clapping his hands like a delighted child as the dragon had coughed out tiny spitballs which flew for hundreds of paces and then ignited into raging fireballs whenever they hit anything.
"By Odin, I love the smell of dragon spit in the morning!" King Argud had roared in ecstasy at the sight of so much destruction inflicted so quickly.
The second mystery was whether the promise of the pup's nascent wings would eventually be proven. Could a dragon fly?
The answer had been yes, a fact finally determined in the last few weeks. Although, in truth, the dragon only flapped her wings barely long enough to be airborne before locking them into outstretched sails and seemingly riding the currents of the air upward and ever higher, then gliding across great distances before turning and turning like a falling leaf in the sky. Yet instead of drifting down she would drift upwards again. Nobody could explain how this could happen, except through magic. Apart from Hal O'The Shitbuckets, who thought that the air rose in bubbles from pieces of hot ground, like the bubbles in water coming to the boil, and that somehow the dragon could see or sense where these air bubbles were rising.
Under normal circumstances nobody would have paid any attention to young Shitbuckets ideas. The one thing which did get them something of a hearing was that Hal was the only person in the whole kingdom who had ever flown with the dragon. At least that was what most people thought, but four people knew differently. Hal, the Master-At-Arms, and two of the Master-At-Arm's daughters. Unfortunately for all of them, the Master had accidentally overheard Chelinde telling her young sister how she had twice been aloft with Hal and how he had rewarded her with what he called a frequent flyer point.
It was Chelinde's candid description of where young Hal had inserted his point whilst they were together in the dragon's riding net which had resulted in Hal's recently arranged appointment with the castration vice. The next item on the Master-At-Arm's daily schedule was arresting the still unwitting boy and explaining in great detail about what was soon going to happen to him. Hal might have spent most of his life emptying latrines but if he'd thought before he was in the shit, he was soon going to know better -- or worse.
Sir Tarquin shook his head in sorrow as he watched the boy and the dragon at play: "Such a shame. Worse yet, a tragedy. Is there anything sadder than the sight of a promising life destined never to know true fulfillment? The King comes near to weeping every time he thinks of it. What say you, Master, are you still of the same opinion?"
The Master-At-Arm's expression was one of bewildered surprise, until he realized what Sir Tarquin was talking about. It was the third great mystery about the dragon, the impasse which had King Argud groaning with despair during sleepless nights for a solution.
"Absolutely the same opinion, my Lord. As things stand our tiny army had no chance at all of defeating the Imperial Legions. One dragon on its own might win us a battle but never a war. We'd need a whole flock of them to be assured of destroying the Emperor's forces and capturing the great cities of the plains."
"A rise, Master. The collective noun for group of dragons is apparently a rise of dragons. So the Chief Warlock tells us of the High Council from his reading of the ancient writings. And no wonder the King weeps when he looks down from these hills onto an empire he could easily conquer -- if only we could find a single male dragon to mate our female with. Nature can be so cruel."
Sir Tarquin sighed heavily in quiet despair.
"How many peasants have we worked to death digging up the forest floor seeking another egg -- a male egg, in all love? How many spells has the castle warlock cast, seeking a trace of other dragons in the great wide world? How many spies have we sent out seeking news of such beastlings? And not one trace, not one rumor, not even one tavern tale about such creatures existing. No, what you see innocently playing there, Master, are two virgins, and destined I think to stay that way for a long time."
The Master's face was pale, only two red spots on his cheekbones revealing the pure fires of anger burning within him. "My Lord, I intend to make sure one of them will certainly never have need of a mate."
He tapped the cover of the torturer's diary with heavy significance and Sir Tarquin's eyebrows rose in sudden concern. "Hal? It's our young dragon handler you've a mind to geld? Nay, I think the King must know of this first. Why do you want to do such a thing?"
The Master-At-Arms had no intention of shaming his family by telling the truth on that subject. Nor did he think that he needed to.
"My Lord, my duty is to the security of the King and the Kingdom, and that dragon is a menace to both. It cannot defeat our enemies but should Hal ever decide to turn on his true lords and masters that beastling would be a formidable threat to us. Many of us would perish and much damage would ensue before he and that confounded dragon were killed. Since we cannot breed from it, better to destroy the monster and its handler's spirit now before they acquire a taste for more than they can ever be given."
Sir Tarquin shook his head: "A sound argument, Master, but not sufficient to achieve your purpose. Leave our dragon handler alone for a while yet."
"Dragon handler? That's not his substantive rank on the household rolls. He's a privy purveyor, he empties the shit pans into the moat and he was only allowed to work in the castle at all because he tends the beastling a few hours each day. The dragon is of no use to us, only danger, and the sooner we get rid of it and debollock that young upstart, the better."
The Royal Torturer waved his hand at the chair the Master had recently vacated: "Sit you down again, Master, and breathe no word of what I am about to tell you. For you have unwittingly touched upon decisions recently made by the High Council and it were better for you to know something of them and thus keep discreetly silent."
Sir Tarquin leaned forward across his desk and spoke in lowered terms.
"The King and council in secret session have decided that now the dragon has reached true maidenhood there is one last turn of the cards we can yet play. If we can't find a male dragon, perhaps the young female dragon may. She can fly, and she can seek, if we let her go hence to try her fortune."
The Master tried to absorb the implications of Sir Tarquin's statement: "Go? Go where?"
"Out into the wide world, wherever the winds may blow her. Into the northern mountains perhaps, or southwards over the provinces of Lyonesse to that great city itself and beyond. Or the east, to the forests of Prydein, or westwards, into the sea mists of Tintagel. Wherever it be that the beast may feel drawn to go. Like calls to like, Master, and if there be a scaly and horny mate for her anywhere, surely that female dragon will be drawn to him like a homing pigeon to its nest."
"But what use will that to be to us? We shall never see the dragon here again."
"Our young duke Hal will go with her to bring back a clutch of fertile eggs. Let the dragon go hang, if only he can find dragon hatchlings enough for us to breed a rise from."
"But... but... what young duke is it that you speak of, my Lord?"
"Why but think, man! The dragon obeys only Hal O'The Shitbuckets, so he must go with her. But if a dragon or dragons be anywhere in the world, surely they will be owned by the King of those parts. Can we send a mere shit-carrier's offspring to negotiate on behalf of the Kingdom of Argud with another royal court? No, of course not. Know you, Master, that in the next issue of the castle gazette there will be a notice raising young Hal O'The Shitbuckets to the aristocracy. A lifetime peerage." The Royal Torturer's lips tightened in sardonic amusement. "However brief that lifetime may be."
The Master-At-Arms looked as if he'd taken a crossbow bolt in the stomach: "That ugly little piece of trash is to be ennobled!"
"Aye. A strange world we live in, hey? But you know yourself that the boy is the only human in the Kingdom who has the dragon's obedience and love, so he must go with her. The King sought our advice on a suitable title for him and I suggested Duke Skyrider as being apt to his station, yet the Chief Warlock would have none of it. He said it sounded too foolish to be believed. So we have had to seek further afield. The Chamberlain said we should simply use the boy's family name, but the Warlock laughed at that."
"I never even knew he had a family name. Why, he wasn't even born into his family. The stinking brat was found newly born wrapped in a shawl and abandoned at the forest's edge."
"True, but he was bought up by the Shitbucket emptying clan. Apparently they were given a Tiberian family name by those interfering monks before the King finally drove them out. One of the holy men must have had a sense of humor though because the family name is Merdinus. The Warlock thought the notion of a Duke Merdinus a great jest because the word in the Tiberian language for dung is merdus. So it was proposed the boy be dubbed Duke Merlinus instead. And in a few day's time Duke Hal and his dragon will leave on his quest. What think you, Master?"
The Master-At-Arms snorted in anger mixed with disbelief at what he was hearing.
"What do I think? To speak truth, my lord, I think the whole council must have been sniffing that white powder the traders bring from the Happy Isles. I think the young tosspot will sell that dragon as soon as he is safely out of the Kingdom and spend the gold on bribing serving wenches to let him fuck them."
Sir Tarquin snorted with brief laughter: "So think we all, Master, so think we all. It was also said that a duke who spoke not a word of Tiberian, knew nothing of magic or ceremony and who stinks of the privy would have much trouble playing the part of a nobleman. Someone must go with him, someone able to educate Hal to courtly ways as they travel together, someone who will be respected in any land by any ruler. We have now decided on a suitable escort and consort for our aspiring Duke Merlinus."
The Royal Torturer leaned forward, even closer to the Master-At-Arms and spoke even more confidentially: "Tell me, Master, have you any lingering desires to see more of the wide world?"
The Master, the victor in a score of killing fights, whimpered like a beaten dog: "Me, my lord! Go up on one of those things? I beg you, no, no, a thousand times no! I'm a man, not a bird!"
"Ho-ho-ho! Your face, Master, your face!" The Royal Torturer slapped his thigh in glee. He was a man whom dearly loved a joke above all things, well accustomed at taking full advantage of a captive audience.
"Be calm, Master, be calm. Did we need a bulldog for an honest fight you would be our choice, but the Chief Warlock has found us something much better for our needs. A cunning serpent able to fly as well as that dragon, a serpent of fascinating wickedness and as full of venom as a lawyers' tavern. A serpent well versed in all kinds of magic and courtly behavior, a speaker of many tongues and a convincing liar in all of them. Best of all, a serpent whom both enchants and terrifies every man she meets. And I say enchants in the full meaning of the word."
"Enchants?" The Master-At-Arms stared at Sir Tarquin. "A witch? You are sending a witch with Shitbucket? Which witch -- I mean what witch?"
"Look at my finger, Master."
The torturer traced the outline of three letters on the desk in front of him. The Master-At-Arms blinked, blinked again, and then smiled a little. So did Sir Tarquin. Both of them looked at each other and smiled even more widely.
"So, Master, have we not found you a better ball-breaker than anything I could provide in my torture chamber?"
The Master-At-Arms laughed aloud, clapping his hands together as though applauding a play or an execution: "The bitch-witch! The bitch-witch herself!"
Sir Tarquin stood up again, his belly heaving at the same joke as he looked down at the antics of the boy and his pet, both of them completely unaware of the terrible fate speeding towards them.
"But what could bring her to this small kingdom, my lord? What does a lady of her powers care about our dragon?"
"The lady has the King's sworn promise. Bring back the eggs which will create an army of warrior dragons for him and she will be rewarded, even unto half of the Empire once he has seized it. But if ever that should come to pass, Master-At-Arms, be assured I'll make sure that I'm living in the other half of the Empire."
Had Hal been able to overhear this conversation he would have been a thoroughly frightened eavesdropper. Though one part of it would have given him at least a moment's satisfaction. For, if a member of the High Council should talk so lightly of his selling the dragon, it meant that none of the great men of the kingdom knew about the most profound of her mysteries, one of far more value to a growing boy than mere tricks like flying or flame throwing. A mystery he had been taking advantage of under any watching eyes from the castle walls in his pretence of playfully tickling the dragoness. What he had actually been doing was soaking a piece of rag near glands underneath her wing joints where a colorless liquid sometimes seeped out -- a liquid which drove all those who touched it into a flaming desire to couple as madly as any March hare.
Hal had only noticed the liquid appearing in the last few weeks, as the dragoness reached her maidenhood. He supposed that it was intended for male dragons to lick and thus encourage them to mount the female. Certainly he had never suspected such a thing at first. He'd believed the liquid to be sweat, the first sign that the dragon was as other creatures.
Before then, in all the years since he'd first found it, the dragon had seemed to live on a higher level than other life forms, including men. It never ate, but spread its wings out under the sun whenever it could, as though it drew life from the great fire like a growing flower. Thus, it never dropped dung either, a great relief to Hal. All the beastling seemed to need was a daily drink of water and lots of affection. And now it seemed able to create affection itself, uncontrollable affection in all who were touched of the dragon's sweat.
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re of a weaker potency than flowed later. But such as they were, the dampness on his fingers had driven Hal into a corner of the dragon hut with his breeches around his ankles and his hand continually jerking at his lance, a lance which refused to droop in tiredness after the first, second, third, and even fourth eruption. It had felt as if the fires of hell itself were burning in his loins and would never be doused.
The boy had almost killed himself before collapsing onto the straw and suffered so much soreness afterwards that every movement for days had been torment. He had quickly learned from his experience though, and took great care now never to touch the liquid directly and to mix it with plenty of water before use. A power intended for dragons was far too strong for humans without it being much weakened first. But what wonders even a trace of the sweat produced!
Carefully holding the rag by a still dry corner he led the beast back into the hut which housed it. Blotches of yellow appeared on the dragon's neck from its head to its front legs like daisies appearing after rain. Hal quickly answered the unspoken question.
"Be content, Josephine, I see all the colors of your coat. We shall fly this morning. But first I must prepare."
As soon as the dragon was inside Hal pulled the doors shut and put a bar across them. The thousands of cracks in the planked roof and walls let in enough light for the shed's interior to become as twilight, a million straw motes floating through the intruding rays and then disappearing from sight in the darker areas. The dragon ambled over to the largest pile of straw at the far end of the hut and sniffed at it. Girlish laughter and cries of mock fear came from the depths of the straw.
"Come away, my lady," Hal said severely. "There are terrible creatures hidden in there, and I fear for your safety."
More giggles, and a mass of blonde curly hair popped up out of the straw: "It's true, you do speak your dragon as though it were your heart's love. Chelinde told me it was so but I didn't believe her, so I came to hear myself."
"A good day between you and evil, Caelia," Hal said, little bothered by the girl's banter. "And is it that long tongued sister of yours who is hiding with you?"
Another head came out of the straw, another head of tangled fair hair filled with straws and the two faces both of a kind, round and rosy, with bright blue eyes full of mischief.
"Why here I am indeed, mighty dragon master, and have been since we crept in before dawn."
"And what of your father? How would our Master-At-Arms deal with me if he knew you two were here in Josephine's shed?"
"He'll never know," Caelia answered lightly, brushing the problem of her parent aside, and none of the three with the slightest foreboding of the dangers rushing in on them. "And anyway, I wanted to see the dragon."
"See it, girl? And haven't you seen it every day for years past, just as all hereabouts have done?"
"I haven't seen it the way Chelinde has."
Hal himself blushed furiously and unable to stop from casting a guilty look at Chelinde's face: "And what way would you be talking about, Caelia?"
The straw pile parted and Caelia emerged from it, pale skinned and much freckled, hot eyed, wide mouthed, a cupid's bow on the upper lip which was made for laughing and kissing. Her pleasing shape was akin that of her elder sister, short in body and leg, but as well curved as any piece of fruit sinful Adam ever plucked, and as fully endowed in the bust and bottom as Eve herself must have been. The forest green gown Caelia was wearing was much worn, overdue now to be passed down to another sister, for the wooden buttons on the bodice were all but popping off, and as her fingers stroked it, removing wisps of straw, she knew full well what effect she was having on Hal.
"Why, I haven't been for a flight with your dragon as Chelinde has."
Hal was speechless, not knowing how much Caelia had learnt and whether she could be trusted to keep quiet. Bad enough she knew as much as she did already, after he'd sworn Chelinde to silence by all the Gods in the mountains.
"Chelinde!"
The straw broke apart again like the pool of Venus and Chelinde rose out of it to stand beside her sister. Two buttons on her bodice were already undone and Hal remembered -- as he would remember all his mortal days -- what was concealed below them, and how Chelinde had squealed with excitement as he'd taken her budding womanhood in both of his hands. Now she was back again, her sister with her to boot, and the pair of them looking like bear cubs that had found a dripping honeycomb to lick.
"No need for hard words, Hal. Wouldn't you like to take the both of us for a flight? Didn't you say yourself I could bring another girl next time if I wished?"
True it was indeed he'd said some such thing -- or rather, his balls had said it through his mouth when they possessed him body and soul.
Had Chelinde not the slightest suspicion of how she'd been tricked into washing with water tainted with dragon sweat? But why would she think of such a thing when only Hal himself knew of the power of the dragon's sweat? No, she could know nothing of the mind affecting power at his command and must still believe her seduction had been fully consummated by her own desire, a desire as uncontrollable as Hal's own. But to bring her own sister to another meeting! Had it truly been Chelinde's idea or that little minx Caelia? Another of the Master-At-Arm's daughters! Lunacy!
Yet when Hal looked at both pairs of bright eyes, both pairs of red lips, and at the taut female flesh underneath those gowns he knew the argument was lost before it was even debated. If Josephine could lift the three of them into the air he cared not whether Caelia and Chelinde were the Master-At-Arm's kin or the devil's. He could no more resist them than refrain from breathing.
"You -- you have the price of your flights with you?"
"Here," Chelinde said and held out a small white muslin bag. "I took them from a batch that our mother has just finished drying."
Hal moved forward, took the bag from her fingers, opened it and carefully spilt the treasure inside into his hand. Three pieces of treasure in truth, three small squares of ash speckled potash mixed with fats and essence of herbs. Three pieces of soap! Hal held one of the squares to his nose and breathed in the smell from it as if he was standing by the rose gardens of Paradise. The great head of the dragon loomed over his shoulder, Josephine sniffing at Hal's hand in her curiosity. Both girls cowered back as if they feared being bitten
"Ah, you need none of this, my lady. You are not condemned to do my filthy work. But heed me now."
Hal carefully pointed to himself, then to Chelinde and Caelia, held an hand on each side of his head, and flicked two fingers on each one up and down. Then he made a hooked question sign with one finger: "Can you carry the three of us aloft, Josephine?"
Outbreaks of pink blossomed along the dragon's belly, running into each other like spilt paint. Like her namesake, her coat was always of many colors, colors which displayed meanings as clearly as words to those who could read them. An ability which only Hal had. Now he cocked his head in some surprise at the boldness of Josephine's display.
"So sure, hey? I hope you may not be topping it the phoenix. But on your own wings be it. Please to step this way then and oblige."
Hal pointed to the large drinking trough and plunged his fingers into the water inside the trough, then quickly pulled them out again and shook his hand to show how cold the water was. Afterwards he tapped his nose and stood back. The dragon waddled forward, dipped her snout into the trough and made a coughing noise. Then she apparently lost interest in the trough and slithered away. The two girls clung to each other as the water in the middle of the trough swelled up in a great boiling and moiling, with jets of steam spurting out of it and waves running along the length of the trough to splash over the ends.
"Tis nothing to fear, sister," Chelinde reassured Caelia. "Only a little dragon spit being used to warm the cold water for us. For Hal says that the dragon cannot abide the smell of strange humans close to her unless we are freshly washed."
Hal had indeed told her that. A lie of course, but a most convenient one. As soon as the dragon's spit had been quenched he picked up a stick, plucked the rag from his belt, pushed the rag deep into the trough, then used the stick to swirl the boiling and colder portions of water into a comfortably warm mixture. Only he knew what else was also being spread through the water from the sweat stained rag.
Two buckets Hal then filled from the trough, put a ladle in each and carried the buckets to the dragon's washing place. The dragon had scratched out the earth there and carried in sacks of sand that Hal had spread, for the boy hated mud almost as much as he hated dung.
In the middle of the sandpit was a waist high pile of straw from which Hal drew handfuls of stalks to rub Josephine down with after her daily bathe. He set the buckets down behind the straw.
"So, do you girls wash yourselves most carefully. You may crouch down as necessary, though I will have no eyes to spare for you as I prepare Josephine for her flight."
Chelinde giggled, and then Caelia too, exchanging knowing looks, the four rosy cheeks flushing even redder. Hal handed one of the precious pieces of soap to each of them.
"Go to it, girls," Hal urged. And if the dragon sweat worked as well as before, even much diluted, the sisters would soon enough stop blushing.
From the wall Hal took down a net made of ropes, of the finest quality the castle ropemaker could provide, furnished on the King's direct orders. To try to ride on Josephine's back was impossible, for along her spine were a single row of fins, each half the length of a man's forearm, and each fin tipped with a needle as sharp and as strong as the tip of an Iberian legionnaire's spear. Any saddle placed on Josephine's back would have been ripped to shreds within minutes, and the rider's arse along with it.
As soon as she saw the net the dragon crouched down eagerly on her belly, eyeing the door of the dragon hut like a dog waiting to be released from a kennel. Hal laughed and fetched four sheepskins which he impaled in a row on her fins, each skin pressed well down so the tops of the fins stood proud above them. Then he threw the net over the sheepskins, carefully arranging the ropes to ensure none were twisted and each fin projected through one of the wide mesh holes in the net. The load must be properly spread along Josephine's body and the sheepskins were to protect the net ropes from chafing, not the dragon's hide from harm. Her scales had never been pierced to Hal's knowledge, not even with when the wolves had snapped and bit at her like puppies trying to chew through chain mail. Her anger and her fire had only exploded when the pack had drawn blood from Hal.
At each corner of the net was a wooden ring, triple sewn into the ropes, the rings hanging level with each wing joint, both front and back. Hal fetched a second net and laid it flat on the floor, then spread more sheepskins along the middle of it.
"Come, my lady, come."
The dragon rose on her legs, scuttled forward over the second net, then crouched down again. Like the other net, the belly net had rings sewn into each corner and Hal had four lengths of rope over his shoulder, the 'Fria und Odin!' lashings. They were called that because if they came undone those would be the last despairing words he'd have time to shout. As he secured each set of rings together Hal totally ignored the laughter coming from across the straw pile. Only when the nets were safely secure above and below Josephine did Hal turn and look towards Chelinde and Caelia. And as he did so his lungs seemed suddenly emptied of air.
Chelinde was standing behind the straw pile, visible from the hips up and wearing nothing but her necklace of painted wooden beads. Her expression was one of pure mischief as she rubbed a piece of soap over and around her taut young breasts, showing particular care to the dark plums on the tip of each wet and wobbling mound. Behind her was Caelia, not even wearing as much as a necklace, and grinning at Hal as if he were the castle jester. He stepped towards the straw, mouth agape, hardly knowing what he was doing. Caelia laughed in delight at his obvious stupefaction, then reached around Chelinde and began massaging the trails of soap on her sister's paps into a lather. The front of Hal's breeches jerked upwards as quickly as a disturbed viper rousing itself. Both of the girls giggled anew at the visible proof of their effect on him.
"Come on, Hal, time for you to wash as well," Chelinde called out. "We've water enough left for you."
He stumbled forward, as dazed as a man hit with a club in a tavern brawl. The more he tried to undo his jerkin, the bigger the toggles seemed to get and the tighter the leather loops around them. But when he was behind the straw pile the girls crowded close to him, each taking on the task of loosening his clothing. And neither of them wearing a stitch.
The smell of the soap on their warm bodies was the finest aroma ever known in his life, even better than roasting pork. And when he found four pillows pressed against him, four pillows of white flesh sprinkled with freckles, pillows softer than any on the King's bed, Hal nearly fainted.
The sisters had no more interest in teasing the boy's weaknesses though, only in exposing his strength. Both of them held onto a sleeve of his jerkin as they removed the dirty garment, and then Caelia pulled his shirt out of his breeches as Chelinde undid the wooden buttons at the neck.
"Ha, you're too tall for us, Hal," she chuckled, her breath brushing against the exposed skin in his opened collar. "Kneel down, dragon master."
He would have jumped into a bonfire if they'd asked it of him -- even into the moat, perhaps. On his knees in the damp sand, he held up his arms again and his shirt was lifted high and over his hands. Directly in front of his face as this happened was Chelinde's loins and the blonde patch of hair set above her sweet cleft. Hal pushed his head forward and his tongue further forward yet, the tip of it not quite reaching its target as Chelinde laughed and retreated half a step, keeping her hands clasped around Hal's raised wrists.
"La, Caelia, this monster is as fearsome as his dragon. He wants to eat me!"
Her sister squealed in mock alarm: "Odin save us! What are we to do?"
"Never fear. I shall sacrifice myself to save you. Hal, lie down -- on your back."
He did so, stared up with bulging eyes and saw Chelinde appear over his face, each of her feet almost touching one of his ears, her smooth legs and exquisitely shaped thighs wide apart, right up to the furrow of the delectable man trap between them. She brushed some strands of loose hair away from her knowing eyes, then looked along the length of his body to Caelia.
"Sister, while I hold him down, do you remove his breeches and wash him most thoroughly."
Caelia giggled: "How can you hold down such a beast?"
"Watch and learn."
Chelinde lowered herself, putting a knee where each of her feet had been before, then leaning forward over Hal's chest. The entrance to the promised land filled his gaze, and then nuzzled against his lips. He snorted in delight and tongued away at her sex like a pig hunting truffles. The fat bulges of Chelinde's rump quivered in response, pressing the join between them down onto his nose, until he was compelled to put a hand under each buttock to help support her weight, lest she stifle him.
It was something like death Hal decided, in some far corner of his mind which still had a measure of calm. The last rites of pre-burial washing and cleaning being performed on the body he could no longer see but still feel. Half suffocated, blood pounding in his ears, and above him the moans and gasps of an excited girl. Moans, sobs, and warm water splashing over him, and a feeling beyond compare of four busy little hands rubbing soap all over his grimy skin.
They went everywhere they could reach: chest, stomach, legs, feet, Caelia washing his soles as Chelinde bounced up and down on his face, scratching at his lean flanks with her finger nails. Until all that was left uncleaned was his jutting cock and tight drawn balls. Then the ladle was emptied over his private parts, soap swiftly applied by twenty vigorously active fingers and thumbs, all of them seemingly rubbing his foreskin simultaneously, and Hal was writhing as if he was on hot coals as Chelinde rode on the tip of his tongue. She let out a great cry, and another, and then a fearful scream. Suddenly the girl was off his face, sprawled on the sand, knocked there by a push of the dragon's head, and Josephine's eyes were staring into Hal's, seeking assurance that nothing was amiss. A string of filthy curses came from Chelinde's mouth in her anger at being interrupted during her moments of satisfaction.
"Damn your eyes, be quiet, girl. You'll upset Josephine. Patience for only a few minutes more, my lady, and we'll fly."
"Damn you and damn your vile dragon," snapped Chelinde in a spat of temper. "Get down on your hands and knees, Hal, and seek my forgiveness."
Hal knew better than to argue with any girl gripped with the sort of passion inflaming Chelinde. He did as she bade him and was instantly gripped with passion himself as she knelt behind him, put a hand between his legs and rubbed his cock as if he were a stallion being put to a mare.
"Wash his back, Caelia."
"Wash his back yourself. I want to hold him by his tupper -- 'tis my turn."
Chelinde laughed: "So be it, sister. Here, get down by his side and take whatever you may seize on."
Caelia crouched down, put her hand underneath Hal and caught hold of his shaft. She stayed there, holding him like a groom holding a waiting horse as Chelinde poured more water over Hal and rubbed soap over his back and legs. The effect of the dragon sweat was passing into his own body now, and every time the younger sister moved her tightened fist up and down his rampant cock he moaned and scratched out holes in the wet sand with his fingers. Caelia was delighted with the power she had found in the palm of her strong little hand.
"Ah, Hal, you men may be masters most of the time, but not always, hey?"
Again, in that faraway corner of his mind, Hal wondered at being called a man. Surely he was still only a boy in age, even if he had a man's lusts? But whatever he was, this was no time to ponder on the matter.
"Let me go, Caelia. 'Tis time we flew."
"Rinse him off, Chelinde."
The older girl emptied the two buckets over Hal's back. He shook the water from his hair like a dog emerging from a stream, then staggered to his feet.
"Bring your clothes."
Hal grabbed up his own filthy rags, ran to the side of the dragon, pulled out the side of the bottom net and dropped the garments into it. Then he took Chelinde's clothes from her hand and did the same with them, followed by Caelia's.
"Chelinde, show Caelia how to get into the net."
The naked girl moved against the dragon's side, in front of Josephine's left wing joint. She reached up and seized handholds in the top net, put her feet into mesh holes on the bottom net and scrambled upwards with the nimbleness of a squirrel climbing a tree. As soon as her feet were at the upper edge of the lower net Hal bit her lightly on each side of her rump. Chelinde stopped moving and hung giggling as Hal pulled out all the slack in the bottom net and guided her feet into the narrow gap. His hands reached up, underneath her arms and helped her to slip down between the net and Josephine's scaly side. Once inside the net Chelinde lay on her back on top of the row of sheepskins, her face and teats scarcely half an arrow's length below the belly of the beast.
"Caelia, do you still want to fly?
The pink and swaying girl almost elbowed him aside in her eagerness to follow her sister into the net. Only this time, after Hal had nipped at her buttocks like a playful dog, he left her in place as he put his hand up between her legs and rubbed his top finger along the outer lips of her maidenhood. Caelia's knuckles went white as she wriggled around with the feverish energy of a landed fish, sprawled half in and half out of the bottom net.
"Hal! Hal!" she cried out.
A hand came out of one of the net holes. It squeezed Hal's prick, then rubbed it.
"What are you doing with my vexing sister, Hal?"
"Why, nothing but returning her a favor and showing that master-is-as-master-does. Down you go, Caelia."
In a few seconds the belly net was full of girls. Full enough for Hal's modest wants anyway, as overwhelming as they were. He rushed towards the door, Josephine following behind on tipclaw, with girlish squeals coming from beneath her as the slung net bumped on the ground a time or two. Hal removed the bar from the doors, pushed one of them open a head's width and then looked out and about.
There was no one else in sight. Only the glint of a polished helmet on top of the castle walls where a sentry stood guard. Hal partially opened the doors, but not much, being careful to keep his nakedness from view. Josephine needed little enough room to slip through anyway, for she was as lithe as a stoat. When he returned to the dragon's side the flickers of purple running along her flanks showed her eagerness to lift off.
With the skill of practice Hal hauled himself up, wriggled his toes and then his feet into the belly net and let himself down handhold by handhold from the upper net. But as his waist slipped past the top of the belly net a warm palm moved up the inside of his left leg and then held his erection tightly at the base. Something damp and warm encircled his cockhead. It probably tasted of soap, but whether or not, the flavor must have been deemed acceptable, for a mouth followed the tongue. A mouth that spread itself around his cock head and lower yet, sucking at him fiercely. Hal gasped and clenched at the top net. Somebody was paying him back in his own coin, and he had little doubt who it was. A string of muscles behind Josephine's left front leg tightened as the dragon trembled with eagerness to fly. Trying to tell the beast to continue waiting was like ordering a dog to sit still as a coney ran past. Anyway, he was as impatient as his dragon was.
"Let go, you silly bitch!"
Josephine took a step, a leap, a bound, a girl's voice squealed, his cock was unmouthed and unhanded, he slipped into the net, down and sideways, on top of warm and trembling bodies, the net flexed upwards as Josephine cleared the hut and leapt into the air. Hal's head hit the dragon's belly, a curly haired head bounced against his chest in turn, a soft belly shot up to slam against his cock and balls, a groan was forced out of his mouth by pain, and the great wings lashed at the air.
Then, as suddenly as the dragon had first lunged forward, the net steadied and swung gently. A breeze blew in along the dragon's belly like water flowing down a river bed, the great wings appearing and disappearing on either side in upward and downward beats. As they swung down into view with the regularity of sails turning on a windmill harder gusts of wind simultaneously slapped into the net from either side, the waves of rough air clapping together as though applauding Josephine's efforts.
Staring down, Hal could see that the dragon's boasts about being able to lift the weight of all three passengers seemed well founded. Already the ground was as far underneath him as it would be if he was standing on the castle ramparts. Both of the girls were squealing in fear and delight and Hal cursed them as the dragon passed over the town huts: me
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"Be quiet, you silly bitches, they can hear you down there," he snarled, trying to quieten his passengers.
Hal knew well enough how easy it was to hear even the smallest sounds from the ground when flying low above it, and also, he supposed, that the opposite was true. The only small mercy was that Josephine was still beating her wings, so perhaps the voices had been muffled by their drum roll. At least none of the staring eyes below could pierce the bottom covering of sheepskins which he and the girls were lying on.
But worse was to come as Josephine's wings stiffened and she began turning in a tight circle as if chasing her own tail, one wing tip high up, the other held low, akin to a man stooping sideways with a yoke across his shoulders to hook on a bucket. As Hal stared along the underside of the lowered wing the thatched roofs it pointed at seemed to turn in circles as though they were on a giant potter's wheel.
From some of them the smoke of cooking fires was still rising from holes in the roofs, roofs still so close below he could not only see the smoke but taste it in his mouth as well. Then the dragon's shadow was moving away from the huts as Josephine kept dancing widdershins in the air, slowly getting higher, and moving just as slowly across the ground as she followed the air currents -- back towards the castle.
There was nothing Hal could do about that. A dragon could not be ridden like a horse, nor yet guided like one. To even try to tell the beastling how to lift herself into the sky would be like a blind rider trying to follow a path by pulling on his mount's reins. Josephine alone decided when to circle and when to fly straight -- and only when she was high and flying straight could he seek to alter her destination by tapping on her belly on the side he wished her to favor. Down here amongst the sparrows she had no interest at all in his desires, she flew entirely according to her own mind. And whatever it was that was going on in the dragon's mind, at least he she wasn't being distracted as much as he was, because Chelinde and Caelia had already become used enough to the sensation of flying for the dragon sweat to regain its unstoppable domination over their desires.
One of the girls still partway underneath him had wriggled her way down to his loins and was forcing him to lift himself up by nipping at his sides with her sharp nails. Her tongue had started licking around his balls as her sister had begun nibbling Hal's toes.
Again that distant part of his mind which was still unaffected by the dragon's sweat and by Chelinde and Caelia's enticements warned Hal to stay low lest the girls were seen by the sentry atop the castle. It was sensible advice and as capable of holding back his dragon sweat raised lusts as a toddler was of penning a mad bull. He rolled over onto his back and Caelia was dragging herself on top of him in an instant.
"Hal!"
Her mouth was against his, her tongue into his throat like an hedge hog sucking out an egg, the pressure of her body forcing him deeper into the sheepskins as she more than filled the gap between him and Josephine. Odin, keep those lashings secure! Caelia's tits were so squashed between his body and hers that he could feel their softness spilling out against his upper arms, yet even so she writhed against him as if she was a mating snake, his straining cock rubbing uselessly against the girl's cleft. And then a hand took hold of it and did his work for him -- Chelinde was guiding him into her sister's muff.
Hal took his mouth from Caelia's, gasped, and felt himself slide all the way inside her, every tiny muscle clamped around his cock holding him tightly and rubbing against his flesh as though it was plunged into a sack of baby eels. The boy shouted out his delight as Caelia squealed and jerked herself against him even more frantically. One of the sheepskins was pulled aside and Hal saw they were a little higher than the castle's ramparts but hardly more than a short arrow shot from them -- and the sentry.
He was a tall, thin man with his hand shielding his eyes and the shriveled speck of reason still left in Hal's head cursed as it recognized the figure and stance of Will Spearshaker, a long limbed, long sighted and long tongued fellow who delighted in spreading gossip around the town. He was a particular nuisance because the less facts there were for his stories, the more imaginative he became in devising them. Thank the Gods nobody had ever taught him to write or he would have been dangerous.
But all Hal's thoughts turned into fading vapor when Chelinde's fingernails scratched underneath his balls as Caelia screamed triumphantly in ultimate satisfaction. The sweat from her face was falling on his, her eyes stretched wide open, perhaps seeing him, perhaps not, and her hands were clenched into the netting above his shoulders as she slapped her belly against his. Then he knew his seed was spurting and he clutched Caelia's shoulders as his loosed himself into her with the explosive force of an overdrawn long bow. Another scream and her mouth was by the side of his throat, biting into him as every muscle in her body went as rigid as Josephine's wings. Eventually she gave out one last cry, sprawling on top of Hal as if she was a doe exhausted unto death by hunters.
The net swayed and groaned in its lashings as Josephine's wings leveled and she flew towards the mountains. The advantage in height she had gained was being quickly whittled down again as the rising ground came closer. Hal eyed the mass of approaching treetops with fear but also with great pleasure. Pleasure, of course, from what had happened between Caelia and himself, and how she had been dealt with so satisfactorily, but perhaps even more purely distilled pleasure from simply being alive, in breathing the pure, pine scented air and seeing the world in a way no other mortal could. Happiness seemed to be springing from the depths of his soul as naturally as the streams he could see below were springing from the hill sides. Then Josephine's left wing dipped and she was turning and rising once more, at the same moment as Chelinde began licking the bottom of his feet.
Surely, he thought, surely nothing could spoil an experience like this?
Unfortunately for Hal, the answer was yes, something could spoil his flight, his day, and his life and it was coming towards him from over those blue-misted mountain peaks which made a perfect backdrop to the summer's day scenery of Giant's Pass.
A golden eagle circling amidst the highest of the peaks was the first to see the interloper. As black as a raven's wing, flying as fast as a diving hawk, zig zagging between barren rock outcrops as if for the pleasure of the twists and turns, now rapidly growing in size until it could be seen to be as big as the eagle itself. The King of birds was also emperor of the mountains, a fierce eyed defender of its territory from anything which flew, even if it was flying in a way unlike anything in the eagle's previous experience. The giant bird prepared to stoop down in challenge. Prepared, then hesitated. Unlike a great many other monarchs it had very sharp eyes and a well developed sense of preservation. And there were things about this strange black creature which suggested that it was much better left alone.
The eagle had no words to shape its feelings exactly. But had it possessed them, 'evil' and 'dangerous' would have been the ones which would have been uppermost in describing them.
So the majestic bird decided on an alternative course of action. It looked away from the black thing and decided not to look back until there was every chance that it had flown past and disappeared. It even ignored the distant whine of the passing broomstick. Which in some ways was a pity, for it was a masterpiece of its kind.
To operate a witch's broomstick requires many years of training in both symbolic magic and in a deep understanding and continuous mental control of extremely complicated algorithms designed to keep reality at bay. There is no way in which any outsiders can learn such algorithms unless they become practicing witches or politicians.
The broomstick itself must remain in some way reminiscent of its origins, but can be much modified to suit the owner's personality. This one had the pillion seat sized bundle of twigs but a broom handle much cut down in length. A special edition H-D (Hag-Driven) chopper with customized high rise crossbar handles carved from a hangman's gibbet.
The brush was being flown solo, but carried a bed roll and two massive leather saddlebags with brass studs marking out the owner's initials: 'MlF'. The very same letters which Sir Tristan had indicated so discreetly to the Master-At-Arms. It would not be true to say that the witch's name was well known to her friends, for she had none. But her many enemies knew all about Morgana le Fay. And perhaps the greatest reason for her multitude of ill-wishers was evident in the words marked out with more brass studs on the back of her leather jacket: "COVEN CHEATERS".
It was Morgana's gang of willful wiccans that had led a revolt against the established order of witch precedence in their own coven. A revolt which had attracted many supporters: promotion is slow in an organization where senior members live many hundreds of years. But in the final battle tradition and numbers had won and most of Morgana's faction were now settling down to even more discontented lifestyles as cockroaches and mice. Morgana alone had fought clear and was realist enough to know that a lot of melted snow would have to flow down these mountains before she could begin another campaign in the witch wars. In the meantime she would amuse herself by making life as miserable as possible for as many mortals as possible, especially the male ones.
The body she had handcrafted for the purpose was ideally suited to its task, designed to attract the absolute best of the male breed to her like hounds smelling blood. After all, there was no longer any point in bothering with female lovers if she was going into a world run by men. But Morgana was far too clever simply to make herself look beautiful. Beautiful she was indeed, but that was only a part of the presentation, for everything about her newly minted body was a walking challenge to the male ego. And never had she encountered male egos as inflated as those dressed in armor, wielding swords and calling themselves knights.
These were men who had never known anything but submissive damsels dressed in hampering gowns, silly hats and wimples. Women brought up from birth to believe themselves as something rather less important to men than horses or hounds. Women who knew -- knew absolutely -- they existed only to serve their men as child carriers and domestic slaves. This was the state of the world, and at the first sight of Morgana the men who ruled it were dumbfounded. The largest of them stood lower than the top of her hair, few of their shoulders were as wide as hers, and the sight of her tightly cut leather jacket and breeches dropped every jaw. Firstly, that any woman would dare to dress in such style and, secondly, because she had created for herself a figure which could bring a holy hermit running out of his cave in hot lust.
Every one of those proud knights was scandalized and outraged at Morgana's dress, her presence, her style, her insolent manner of speech and -- above all -- because of her powers. Easy enough to accuse an harmless old woman of being a witch and pass a pleasant afternoon dunking her in a cesspit or rolling her through the streets in a spike lined barrel. But a real witch, a witch who could knock down a war horse with one punch, or tie a man's entrails into knots without even touching him, well, that was a curse of a different color. So the knights muttered in anger and, deprived of the use of their swords, turned to the only other weapons they could think of to conquer an overly proud woman who challenged all their beliefs.
It was a game which Morgana delighted in playing. Any man who was good looking enough was welcome to share her bed and if he satisfied her, he was allowed to walk -- or stagger -- away from the tournament. There were few such winners though, and nailed along her broomstick handle were a growing collection of small shriveled objects which had once been the most treasured possessions of proud knights who had jousted in the lists of love with her: jousted, but not satisfied, and had forfeited their manhoods as the price of disappointing Morgana le Fay. Not for nothing had Morgana carefully studied the standard treatise on witch-mortal relationships, "The Male Eunuch And How To Make Him Into One."
Over the mountains but very far from over the hill, Morgana dipped the nose of her customized broom and gathered speed in the direction of Giant's Pass Castle. She knew a lot about many things. What she didn't know were how the fates were chuckling at the rendezvous they'd appointed for her.
Nor were the fates alone in chuckling. Hal was as near to heaven as he ever expected to be whilst still breathing, as far above his normal stinking life as a privy emptier as the King was above him. The King! Hal wouldn't have changed places with the Tiberian Emperor. The trees which had seemed so close had shrunk to the size of porcupine quills, the rushing mountain streams to silvery snail tracks. The entire length of Giant's Pass was his to look at in a single leisurely glance from over Chelinde's right shoulder as he thrust his cock into her with equal leisure.
With one sister already shagged he was now calm and relaxed enough to spin out the task of giving the other one long, steady strokes that had Chelinde sobbing in gratitude. Not that Hal wasn't grateful in his turn to Caelia for the way she was gently stroking his balls as he fucked her sister. It was exactly the kind of family support which helped families grow.
Hal changed his position slightly, grunting as he found a new angle at which to plunge into Chelinde's welcoming loins. Now he was looking over her left shoulder and could see the dragon's midday shadow almost directly below, skimming over cultivated fields as Josephine glided along the line of the valley. A minute more and she would be directly over the castle. A vision came into Hal's mind's eye, a vision in glorious detail, a vision of that bastard of a Master-At-Arms shouting and bullying everybody in sight and totally unaware that two of his daughters were being shagged directly above his head by one of the despised Shitbucket clan!
So inspired was Hal by the thought that he suddenly found himself on the short strokes, the net flexing like a rope bridge underneath a galloping horse and heaving Chelinde back up against him until his own back was thumping against Josephine's belly. Like a fiddler at a village dance Caelia instantly changed her own timing to meet Hal's new pace, scratching him frantically just behind his balls.
"Pull out and put down!"
The movement in the net instantly stopped. Three heads flicked over in gaping disbelief. Hal's brain simply refused to accept what he was seeing, a tall man in tight fitting leather clothes with long black hair streaming back from underneath a silvery helmet decorated with wings. Then Hal saw the arched eyebrows, the glittering eyes, the perfection of nose and mouth and knew he was looking at a woman -- he knew it even before his eyes were seeing the shapely curves of her breasts. A woman on a broom, as strange a broom as could be imagined but a broom, flying along as though it had every right to be in the sky with all the creatures which Odin had given a home there. A witch!
"Put down!"
The intruder appeared angry, her eyes apparently aimed directly at Hal. One of her hands jerked down towards the ground, as though indicating that she wanted Josephine to land. She also seemed to be having trouble steering her broom, wobbling from side to side, the handle of the brush gradually lifting higher as though it was uncomfortable at the dragon's slower pace. Hal had another sudden vision, of an accidental collision between Josephine and the witch. The dragon's wing might be damaged, or the net torn. He suddenly realized he was more terrified of the death drop below than of anything else, even a flying sorceress.
"Fuck off, you stupid witch!"
It was from there that things went very wrong very quickly. The witch aimed her hand at Hal with fingers extended. A flicker of light showed around them like a glimpse of summer lightning and Hal was writhing in agony, as if a thousand red hot needles were jabbing all over his body. As he screamed he heard the girls screaming too. Hal also heard Josephine bellow in pain.
Witches travel a lot on broomsticks but rarely use them as fighting platforms. Which is understandable. Just persuading a broomstick to fly from A to B with U on it is hard work enough, without trying to make the task more difficult by encouraging other broom jockeys to knock you off what is a pretty precarious perch to begin with. And so it had been aeons since most witches had encountered anything else in the sky which was a threat to them, the occasional bird strike excepted.
Had she known more about dragons, Morgana would not have been surprised by the way Josephine tilted her wings and instantly applied them as airbrakes. The witch would have known how maneuverable a dragon's light wing loading made it. Most of all she would have known that the last thing you do with an angry dragon is to get in front of it while still traveling in the same direction. Because that offers the dragon a simple nil deflection aiming solution right up your twigs.
Hal felt Josephine's cough through the beastling's belly muscles. Just the one but it was more than enough. The spitball exploded directly on the back of the broomstick in a giant yellow unfolding petal surrounded by a ring of black smoke which instantly blew away. Fragments came flying back through the air towards Josephine, a burning unrolling bedroll, a saddlebag shedding a myriad of colored lights and smells as the lotions, potions and spells inside flared up. Then a coal dark figure with outstretched limbs whirling head over tail -- literally, head over tail. The giant tom cat slammed into the front of the net and hung there, claws fully extended, spitting with anger and green eyes blazing.
The broomstick itself was spiraling down leaving a thin trail of black smoke behind it. Keeping gravity at bay is never easy, even for the most strong-willed of witches. It's especially difficult to concentrate your mental powers while sitting on a bundle of burning twigs. Which was probably why the witch was dropping much faster than was safe and apparently heading straight for the castle walls.
So indeed was Josephine, her wings furled as she came swooping down after her prey. Her entire body had turned a vivid shade of red, a color Hal had only seen her display once before, when the wolves had attacked him. It meant that Josephine was spitting mad and furious with it.
In this case bad news could be described for her opponent as ending up with a choice between a high speed impact with several thousand tons of stone walls or jumping into the open sewer that was the moat. Even a witch has to make difficult decisions sometimes. But no one who witnessed the scene had anything but total admiration for Morgana's timing: her cat couldn't have fallen more neatly. The witch dropped off the broomstick while she was still twenty paces or so away from the outer edge of the moat, calculating exactly how far she would be flung by her forward speed. The stick hit the wall and splintered at exactly the same time as there was a disturbance on the moat's surface. It couldn't be described as a splash, not in that substance: more like a heavy stone being dropped into a cow pat.
"Oh, Odin!" Hal wailed in despair as a mud coated head emerged from the hideous depths of the moat. A witch, a powerful witch, a bad powerful witch, a bad powerful witch who was up to her neck in shit because of him. Things couldn't get any worse.
There was movement on the lowered drawbridge. It seemed like every soldier in the castle was streaming out along it, all carrying crossbows, the Master-At-Arms leading them. And beside him was the gangling figure of Will Spearshaker, an accusing arm pointing skywards at Josephine. An indication followed by the soldiers aiming their crossbows at her as the Master-At-Arms shook his fist in rage. Oh, Gods, now things couldn't get worse.
Josephine's wings began beating the air as she hovered low over the moat, apparently savoring her moment of victory over the bitch witch in the ditch. Hal rolled onto his back and thumped his fists against her belly.
"Fly, my lady, fly. Leave this accursed place and we'll never return."
Both of the girls began wailing in despair at the idea of being taken away from their home; if they thought they could find any mercy from their father by staying they had much higher hopes than Hal had. The cat seemed to be deeply unhappy as well, going berserk in its efforts to reach in far enough through the net to rip open the boy's face.
"Fly, Josephine, fly!"
The witch raised her hand and again there was a flicker of lightning that was somehow there and not there at the same time. The supernatural disturbance ran around the left front net rings and they had gone as if transformed into smoke rings. Hal actually saw the lashings fall clear, still tied and untouched, before the corner of the net fell open. Even as he tried to accept what had happened the right front rings vanished as well, the front of the belly net falling down as if to pitch them all into empty air.
Chelinde and Caelia screamed in fright, twisting around exactly as Hal was doing and clutching at the sagging net with hooked fingers. Hal screamed too, not only for fear but because the cat was still hanging on the opposite side of the net and now it had him within claw reach. The first slash took a deep bloody furrow out of the top of his leg, barely missing his balls. Hal was as terrified as he could be and more angry than he'd ever dreamed possible. He drew back his fist and drove it with every shred of strength in his body onto the tip of the cat's nose. There was a scream which was louder than Chelinde and Caelia combined and the cat was falling, turning, spreading its legs, slapping down into the weed speckled crust of the moat, disappearing from view, except for a black tail sticking straight up into the air. But the screams continued.
It was the witch, one hand clasped to her face and apparently in agony. It was if she'd been hit in the same way as her cat but Hal had no time to worry about either of them. Josephine was landing on the edge of the moat, letting the net fall slowly onto the grass. Hal hit the ground first, crawled out from under the net, looked up and saw the Master-At-Arms staring at his daughter's bare bodies hanging from the net before they tumbled down as well.
"Kill the little cunt!"
Only the front rank of the soldiers could aim at Hal because he was down so low, and they were hampered by having the Master-At-Arms and Will Spearshaker in front of them. Josephine coughed and spat, the Master-At-Arms burst into flames like a wax doll dropped into a fire and Will Spearshaker was running for the moat with his breeches burnt off and his chain mail glowing red. When he jumped into the mire a cloud of evil smelling steam shot up around his head. The other soldiers gaped at him, then at the calcinated remains of the Master-At-Arms and finally -- and reluctantly -- at the dragon again. There was an unmistakable air about them of warriors for the working day definitely deciding that it was quitting time.
Hal seized his chance: "Drop those crossbows, you bastards, or I'll flame mail the lot of you!"
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*Recap: Stripper finds out where Dr.House lives, visits his house and fucks him senseless. Now...*
His eyes were still closed, and his breathing was laboured. I was still straddling him, and looking down at him in the dim light that washed in from the street, I savoured the rare look of satisfaction that he had allowed to steal across his face. I smiled to myself in the darkness, wondering what emotion his face would reflect when he found out what I was going to do to him.
Just then, he opened his eyes and looked languidly at me, drinking in my luscious, naked body for (what he thought was) one last time. When he was done, when he had taken in every inch of visible skin, and many of the fun inches several times over, he made as if to rise. I slid off his now-flaccid cock, and he pointed me in the direction of the bathroom. His motion was so compelling that my feet mindlessly complied, and for one dreadful moment I thought all was lost. I fought the feeling with all I had, and resolutely turned back to face him. Smiling, I said "By the way, the deal includes a free massage..."
For one split second I thought he looked self-conscious, awkward even, but it was gone before I could really make sure. The brazen confidence was back in place and he rejoined with "By the way, then, I'd love that..." He switched on the bedside lamp, and with the help of its light I found my handbag, (which I had unceremoniously dumped on the floor earlier) opened it, and pulled out a bottle of massage oil and some long handkerchiefs. When I turned back to him, he had rolled over onto his stomach and was inspecting me keenly.
Before he could ask any questions, however, I clambered back on the bed. Straddling his hips with my knees, I poured the sensuous, aromatic oil into the small of his back. His lean, graceful body looked wonderful already and as I imagined him spread out in front of me, burnished, oiled and gleaming in the lamplight, a small shiver went through me and I felt my nipples get hard again.
I began the massage. Starting from his lower back and moving downwards, I worked my fingers in circles, rubbing the oil into his skin. I spread the oil on his ass, and massaging it, I trailed my finger into the crack of his ass, all the way down until it disappeared in between his buttocks. The reaction was spontaneous. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, and he jerked his head around to look at me. I smiled wickedly, and proceeded to repeat the action over and over again with all the fingers I had at my disposal. Soon I had him moaning softly into his pillow, but I didn't want him getting too turned on too early, so I progressed on my way further south.
Moving down his seemingly endless legs, beginning with the left, I rubbed the slick, sensuous oil into his surprisingly strong thighs. I could feel a vein standing out and I traced it with the tips of my fingers, down until it disappeared into the back of his knee. He had stopped making noises now, so I grazed the insides of his thighs with my fingernails lightly, which provoked the desired reaction. After I'd kept him moaning for a while, I went back to the massage.
I kept alternating between easing out his sore muscles and arousing him. Just when I felt that he was sufficiently aroused, I'd go back to massaging him and just when his moans died down my fingers would dance over his sensitive areas and have him moaning again instantly.
I tenderly stroked the v between his legs, brushing his balls, and I could feel the blood rush to them. He made a disappointed noise when I took my hands away, but I knew his balls would be getting a lot of attention really, really soon.
I moved down to his right thigh, and massaged more firmly. His tendons and muscles were all messed up, and I took my time easing out the knots, until I was satisfied I'd done a proper job. Then I hopped off the bed and proceeded to work his calves and feet.
After I was done, I went over to the head of the bed and began to massage his scalp. While I was doing this, he kept his chin propped up on the pillow and looked up into my eyes. Ever since I'd seen him that night at the strip club for five brief minutes, I'd been oddly mesmerised by his forehead. I'd wanted desperately to run my hands along his corrugated forehead, explore the creases, and etch them forever in my memory. As I wondered why I was so suddenly and so strangely fascinated by a part of the body I had never ever thought of in a sexual context, I brushed my fingers tenderly across his forehead, running them up and down, enjoying the sensations rushing across my fingertips. In a flash, the awkwardness returned to his face again, as if it had never gone, and the sexy creases were gone, gone as if they had never existed. He dropped his head down on to the pillow and I placed my hands on his neck. "Is it wrong that I find you unimaginably sexy, Dr.House?" I could feel his skin heat up under my fingers at that, and as I kneaded his neck muscles, and moved on to his shoulders, I knew he wasn't going to reply.
I dripped a stream of oil in between his shoulder blades, and watched it slide down and pool in the small of his back. Reaching over and scooping it up in my fingers, I drew long strokes along his back and over his shoulders, rubbing the oil in and loosening up his sore muscles. As I reached from the small of his back to his shoulders each time, my tits, which were hanging down, would skim his back, and set little pleasure waves tingling in my nipples and my clit. Soon I had closed my eyes and was concentrating on the sensations bubbling through me. The aroma of the oil only served to enhance the experience, and his muffled groans told me that I was not the only one enjoying what was happening.
Reluctantly reminding myself that I had finished only half the massage, I detached myself from his back, got off the bed and asked him to turn over. He did, and I could see that his cock was semi-erect already. Knowing that I had turned on this beautiful, sexy, charming man with my fingers and tits aroused me even more, and my clit was throbbing wildly.
I went back to the foot of the bed, climbed on, took the full length of his cock in my mouth, and convulsed my throat muscles around it expertly. In a flash I had him where I wanted him. His legs were spread apart, his eyes were closed, and his hands were holding the headboard above his head, enabling him to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. I knew this was my only chance. Before he realised it, I grabbed the scarves and tied his hands together. It took him a moment to realise what was happening. By the time his eyes flew open; I'd tied his hands to the headboard and was tying up the good leg to a corner of the bed.
I would've loved to blindfold this man; to me there is something very, very sexy about controlling a person in such a way that they are both powerless to see what's happening and to object to it. But I didn't want to be deprived of the company of those magnetic blue eyes, which were right now reflecting surprise, disbelief, and confusion. I covered the length of his body with mine, brought my lips to his ear, and whispered "I won't hurt you. I promise."
He seemed reluctant to believe that, and I knew there was nothing I could do to make him believe it, so I just concentrated on the massage. Starting with the area below his cock, I began to rub in a renewed supply of oil. As I worked my way down the now-familiarly strong thighs, I looked up at him, bound and completely at my mercy. He was following every movement of mine keenly, and, not wanting to lose the opportunity, I locked eyes with him, bent my lips to his scar, and planted kisses all along it.
"You have abasiophilia" he said, suddenly. "It's a psychosexual condition that-"
"I don't", I interrupted "I just wanted to see if I could kiss your scar away". I smiled up at him, and went back to work on the leg. I was done soon, and once I again got off the bed, walked to the head of the bed, and started on his face. I ran my thumbs lightly along his lips, and as I looked down at him I saw in his eyes the reflection of my own, trembling with lust and desire and need. He still had his hands tied, so I swung my tits above his head, teasing him with the soft creamy mounds of flesh hanging just out of reach of his mouth. I massaged his neck and shoulders, as far as I could reach, and then swung my legs over the headboard and climbed on, straddling him in a sort of 69 position. I worked his abdominal muscles, stretching them out, trying to ignore for as long as possible the cock that was in front of my face. It was fully erect now, as were my nipples, which were still rubbing his torso, and my clit, which was almost in his face.
I had been denying him release for the better part of an hour, and now it was time to make up for it. I sucked his hard cock into my hot, wet mouth eagerly, and ran my tongue along it, licking up the precum that had been oozing from the tip. Hot breath teased my clit and tickled my pussy lips, and as I rode his cock with my mouth, a series of lusty groans filled the room. I knew he wouldn't last long, and as I kneaded his balls with my fingers, I felt them tightening, and the first stream of cum erupted from his cock and hit the back of my mouth. I warred against gravity to not let a single drop escape, and as a second and third hot stream hit my throat, I found that the thrill of swallowing this fantastically sexy man's cum was a huge-turn on in itself. I was so close to cumming that I wished I hadn't tied him up. At that moment, his lips closed over my clit, and kissed it lightly. That was all it took. My knees began trembling as I lost control. Giving his cock one last lick, I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily.
When I came to, I felt hands running up and down my thighs. Hands! I jerked around, and saw that he had worked the scarf loose, and was looking at me with an evil glint in his eye. I scrambled for my life, but he had tightened his hold on my thighs, and the moment his tongue touched my pussy I suddenly didn't want to fight anymore. The last one hour's foreplay had not been sated with one orgasm; it had only made me needy for more. And more I was getting, as his tongue expertly slid in and out of my cunt, lapping up the juices that were gushing out of my warm, wet hole. As his tongue kept my pussy busy, his hand found my clit, and began rolling it expertly between forefinger and thumb.
I shrieked, unable to bear the combined onslaught, but he carried on as if he hadn't even heard me. He had me groaning and yelling his name in seconds, and just when I was hurtling towards definite orgasm, he stopped. He took his hands and tongue away. I turned around to look at him, and he was looking at me with both eyebrows raised, a naughty, challenging look in his face. "Wanna come?" he said, and held out the scarf to me. It wasn't really a question. I turned around to face him, and he brought my hands in front of me and bound the wrists expertly. Then, grabbing my waist, he lifted me and slowly impaled me down on his cock, which had recovered and was semi-erect by now. "You should really learn to tie better knots" he said, "When I was in Japan there was this *Ohhhhhhhhh Sweet Jesus*..." The last three words had been a response to my suddenly clenching my pussy around his dick and ticking his balls with my bound hands. He opened his eyes and looked at me. Naked, wanton lust leaped out at me like sparks from those glowing cobalt orbs. "Do that again". And so I did. Soon I felt his cock grow to its full length inside me and fill me completely. I sighed in contentment. "Play with yourself. Let me see." As soon as he said it, my fingers flew to my clit and began toying with it. "Easy, baby, take it slow and easy" He gently pulled my hands away from my clit, grabbed my waist, and began to thrust me up and down on his cock. His strong arms effortlessly lifted me up and pulled me down, and soon we were both moaning in the throes of the fulfilment that we had both craved for the past one hour. As he began to lose control, his arms started trembling, so I guided them to my breasts, and I began riding his cock, hard and fast, harder and faster, for all I was worth. His fingers danced around my breasts, touching and teasing and tormenting, sending emergency signals to my pussy, and then, just as his balls clenched, his fingers locked around my clit, and in a tornado of Oh-my-Gods and Jesus-Christs, we both came, toe-curlingly, heavy-breathingly, body-heavingly, fucking came.
When I came to, I was lying by his side. The lamp by the bed was still on, and in its light I saw that I was lying under the blankets and one of his arms was thrown around me. For a moment I savoured it all, all that had been mine in the past few hours, knowing that it would never be mine again. Imprinted each detail in my memory. The play of the light on his arm, his gentle, rhythmic breathing, the way he slept like a baby. I crept across and kissed him on the forehead, slid out of the bed, and began to dress. As I reached for my coat, his voice reached out to me. "Hey". I turned around, and he was scanning me lazily, a half-smile on his face. "That was good. That was really, really, good."
"I know. I'm a pro, remember?"
I left my card on the nightstand. He saw me to the door, and the last view I had of him was exactly the same as the first, as he stood framed in the doorway, in his t-shirt and shorts, the glass of bourbon somehow magically re-appearing in his hand.
The door clicked shut behind me.
*Many thanks to switchclsh for patiently clearing my doubts. Readers, I'd love to hear your feedback. And vote, please!*
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WOAH this chapter is WAY overdue, it's been like three months since part three, sorry about that to any fans who are still reading my stories XD
Warning: male on male yiff, no minors, all that stuff
Shane and Jack's snowy vacation pt.4
Shane slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the light that was streaming through the large window in his room. He stretched out, yawning, and slowly began to climb out of bed, trying as hard as he could not to wake the coyote sleeping contently beside him. He pulled on a large tee shirt and wondered off into the kitchen. Surprised that he was the first one up, he grabbed some Jimmy Dean sausage from the freezer, a frying pan, and a spatula. He checked the clock on the wall as he turned on the stove, and it read 7:30am. 'Well I guess it is still pretty early," he thought to himself. Somehow the loud sizzling and mouth watering aroma coming from the sausage didn't wake anyone up, so he decided to forcefully, but politely wake everyone up.
Jack yawned and scratched the scruff of his neck as he awoke. The first thing he noticed was the tantalizing smell of sausage coming from the kitchen. He smiled, but then stopped as one of his other senses was prodded at. He could have sworn he heard music somewhere, for what reason he couldn't fathom. To make sure he wasn't going crazy, he hopped out of bed and walked towards the source of the sound. As he walked through the living room, he finally spotted the instigator. He saw Shane, sitting cross legged on top of the bar, plucking an acoustic guitar. Jack slowly crept up behind the small fox, and was completely unnoticed while doing so, due to the music covering his sound, and the sausage aroma hiding his scent. As he finally got within inches of the vulpine, he quickly grasped him around the stomach and pulled him into the air. Shane yelped and dropped the instrument with a loud 'thunk' as he was torn off of the wooden surface of the bar. Jack lowered the bewildered fox to the floor, and forced his tongue down Shane's muzzle. After the fox finally realized what was happening, he closed his eyes and returned the warm kiss. They pulled away just as Sam walked into the room. She looked very bright in the morning due to how well her silvery fur reflected the sunlight.
"Wow, breakfast must really be good this morning," she commented eyebrows raised as she saw the two on the floor. Jack got off of Shane, and pulled him up.
"Well, it will be once it's done. Why don't you start making some pancakes while I keep watch on the sausage?" the lynx nodded hungrily and got the ingredients for pancakes. They both resumed their cooking duties, and Jack made orange smoothies (once he had conquered the blender).They then saw Mark walk in, looking like he was still asleep.
"M'rnin," he grumbled tiredly.
"Morning...wood," Shane said as he spotted the large tent in the cat's boxers, which he had overlooked in his state of fatigue.
"Shit!" Mark said as he frantically tried to adjust himself so that it was no longer visible. The other three laughed at his feeble attempts to hide his state of arousal. "Whatever, like I have anything to be ashamed of," he mumbled as he finally just let his boner perk up in front of him. It actually was quite large. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bag of bagels, quickly jumping back as he accidentally poked his appendage against the cold metal shelf. It finally started to make its way back to the cat's sheath as he started spreading cream cheese over one of the bagels. Realizing that he had been staring at Mark's hard on, Shane looked away blushing, to see Jack giggle at the fox's interest.
As Sam was flipping the pancakes, she saw Jason and Kelly walk into the room, his arm around her shoulders. Kelly broke into a coughing fit as she entered the room, then sniffed and rubbed her eyes.
"You don't look so good," Sam said as she saw the dark circles under Kelly's dark brown eyes.
"Thanks a lot," she grumbled in response, coughing again and pushing herself closer against Jason.
"She has a cold, so we're gonna stay at the cabin today," Jason said.
"Oh, that's too bad, I hope you get better. I'll make ya some soup," Sam said empathetically. She got out a pot and the stuff to make soup, while Jason sat down and held Kelly on his lap.
When they were done with breakfast, Kelly and Jason went into the room with the fireplace, and the four that weren't sick geared up. They decided to go snowboarding for a few hours. After a while in the half pipe though, they felt kind of bad for leaving the other two behind, so they headed back to the cabin to relax for the rest of the day. They weren't worried about intruding on the two lions, Kelly was way too out of it for anything intimate.
The six friends were sitting in a semi circle around the huge fireplace in the living room. Jack was sitting in a recliner on the far left with his legs up. Shane was laying down head to chest on top of the coyote, with Jack's paws resting on Shane's stomach. Jack was slowly nuzzling the back of Shane's neck, causing the fox to grin and giggle as he sipped on a mug of hot chocolate. Jason was on the couch with his arm around Kelly, who was leaning up against the right side of his chest. She was wearing a thick, green, warm looking robe. Sam and Mark both sat in adjacent chairs, with their legs crossing each other's on an ataman, both of which were also drinking hot chocolate. They were all in the middle of a very interesting conversation, one that most groups of friends wouldn't dream of having.
"C'mon, you said you would tell me if I could chug a mug of hot chocolate in one go, and I did. And it burned like hell, by the way. So when, and who was it about?" Jason demanded an answer from Mark, to a question which none of them had the slightest idea how it had been brought up.
He let out a low sigh, then said, "Fine. I was eleven, and I don't remember who it was about," Mark said, finally revealing the age of his first wet dream. The others giggled as the kitty obviously denied telling them who his dream had included, even though he very vibrantly remembered. "And why are you so eager to know? It's not like it was about you," he said, a statement that would have been less than true if it had been "any of you" instead of directed towards Jason.
"Well, even though it's very interesting to talk about what gets Mark off, I'd like to steer this conversation somewhere else if you don't mind," Sam interjected, "Oh, and are there marshmallows anywhere in this mansion?" Jason said that there might be some in the pantry, and Sam got up to retrieve them. As she stood up though, she managed to spill her hot chocolate slightly above the bottom of her dark denim jean shorts. "Ow! Crap!" she exclaimed as she held the steaming fabric so that it wouldn't cling to her leg.
"I told you not to heat it up for so long," Mark said as he picked her mug up off of the floor, which luckily was stain resistant hardwood.
"Damn, this might stain. Mark, can you do me a favor and throw these in the washing machine while I change?" Mark nodded, and they set off down towards their end of the hallway with all of the bedrooms. Sam's bedroom was right next to the laundry room (although the space was a bit wide, extra installation had been added to prevent the machines' noises from disturbing guests).
"Well, now that our topic of discussion is gone, what would you like for dinner? Kelly, do want some more soup?" Jack asked. Kelly nodded, and Jason said that he was neutral. It was very unnerving to be so inconclusive in a place with so many choices.
"Well neither of us care either, I guess Sam and Mark will have to fight over it. Let's go ask them." Said Shane. With that the pair got up and followed the same hallway that the two felines had traversed a couple minutes earlier. They slowly made their way down the hall, turned right, and stopped in front of Sam's room, which was actually empty. They figured she must be changing somewhere else, so the turned around and went to Mark's door, which was closed. Shane turned the knob and quickly led the way in.
"Hey guys, what do y-" but he stopped mid sentence. For the first time during the trip, he had walked into someone else's room to be surprised. As he took two steps in, in front and slightly to the right of them was Mark's bed. On top of the bed was Sam, who was sitting leaning back with her arms behind her holding her weight. Her legs, which were no longer clothed in the stained shorts, or anything for that matter, were parted with Marks paws on her knees. Kneeling in between her legs was Mark, who was spreading Sam's legs while simultaneously leaning down and running his tongue along her crotch. The look of pleasure on Sam's face turned to horror as she saw the pair standing in the doorway. Mark whirled around and practically fell over once he had registered what was happening. He seemed to be enjoying himself, as he had a large tent and a small spot of pre on the front of his shorts. The pair of canids at the door quickly stepped back out and shut it.
"Um, sorry about that! We'll just wait in the living room!" Shane called as he and Jack hastily walked back down the hallway. They silently made their way back into the living room, where they were greeted with curious stares from the two lions sitting on the couch.
"So what do they want?" Jason asked, slightly confused by the expressions bore by the pair.
"Um, they were busy, so we didn't ask," Shane said quickly, and then turned his attention back to his half full mug of hot chocolate. Kelly and Jason switched their gazes to Jack, who gave an inaudible giggle along with a grin, and quickly stuck his tongue out in a licking motion. Catching what he was getting at, Kelly started to chuckle, but was interrupted by another coughing fit.
"Well those two can decide when they're... done, but I'm gonna make your soup right now," Jack said to Kelly, and she nodded gratefully as the coyote made his way into the kitchen. About ten minutes later, Sam and Mark made their way awkwardly into the kitchen. They sat down and the eerie silence continued. Finally, Jack turned away from the pantry for a second to ask them what they would like for dinner. There was a brief moment between the time that he had turned around, and the time that he actually asked the proceeding question though. As he looked at the embarrassed couple, Mark looked away and began to blush, which caused Sam to giggle and hold back her laughter as hard as she could. Seeing her reaction calmed the kitten a little bit, and he just looked back up at Jack.
"What would you, um, like for dinner tonight?" Jack asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. It took every ounce of willpower Jason had not to shout out a joke about tacos from the other room. He managed to stop himself though, in fear of any unpleasantness that might come from any further embarrassment tonight on Mark's part.
"Um, how about...uh..." Mark continued to struggle as he looked for the words to make a decision. He was spared though when Shane walked in and made a suggestion.
"How does chicken sound?" the fox asked, being the only one who managed to keep a straight face the entire time. Relieved by the question, both of the felines nodded. Shane smiled and got chicken breast from the freezer, and put it in the microwave to thaw. Sam got up and grabbed some lettuce, cheese, and dressing for a salad in which to eat the chicken, while Mark continued being a benign presence at the table.
After dinner, they had all climbed back in the hot tub, mostly in hopes of relaxing and easing the tension (although Kelly did it in hopes that the steam would help her throat). The atmosphere was definitely a lot less tense once they had eaten and were laying in the hot soothing water. Each couple was at a different side of the hot tub. Jason was sitting at the edge closest to the bar, with Kelly in his lap. Sam was sitting in the opposite side, with Mark nuzzling her on the left. Jack was half sitting half laying on the side against the wall, with Shane laying on his side on top of Jack's chest, where one of his paws came to rest, while the other was loosely draped around the coyote's neck.
"So," Jason asked, "besides all of the embarrassing (and semi erotic)surprises so far, how's the vacation been goin?"
"Awesome, thanks so much again for having us up here," responded Shane. "Yeah, and most of the 'surprises' turned out pretty good," Jack said, nuzzling Shane and licking his muzzle. To his right, Mark and Sam were also getting quite affectionate. "Yeah, so far this is the best vacation I've ever been on," said Sam, who then returned to kissing and nibbling Mark's neck.
The kissing, licking, and nibbling continued for a few minutes before Kelly and Jason got up. "Were both getting tired, so we're gonna go get some sleep." the two lions wandered off to the master bedroom for the rest of the night. Things were starting to get a bit dirtier in the hot tub; Mark's tongue was as far into Sam's muzzle as he could get it, and his hands were rubbing and groping around her chest. Jack and Shane's actions involved a little less kissing and grabbing, and a little more licking, rubbing, and nibbling. After a few more minutes, they all paused for a moment.
"Um... you two can stay out here, we're gonna go back to our room," Jack said, finding it a tad awkward to go any further in the same hot tub as their friends. Sam and Mark nodded, then immediately went back to what they were doing. Jack and Shane hopped out of the hot tub and rushed down the hallway to their room, quickly going in and shutting/locking the door.
Shane ran to the bed, then turned around in time to receive a deep, passionate kiss from Jack. Jack rubbed Shane's sides slowly as they kissed, then paused for a moment. Shane crawled into the bed, then turned around and laid on his back, and slowly waved his tail between his spread legs. Jack got into the bed and crawled up over Shane, each of his paws on either side of his shoulders. He closed his eyes and kissed the fox below him deeply and tenderly, while Shane licked the coyote's tongue that was in his muzzle.
Jack slowly pulled away from Shane, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the fox's swimsuit. He slowly pulled the Speedo down Shane's legs, and murred as he was rewarded with the sight of the fox's creamy white colored sheath and sac. Shane let out a low moan as Jack slowly rubbed his sheath, causing his stiffening cock to poke out further. The coyote smiled as he saw the pink tip of Shane's member poking out of his sheath and leaking a little bit of pre. He took his paws away from the fox's crotch and began to pull down his own swimsuit. Shane smiled as he saw his partners stiff cock and full balls pop out of the coyote's swim trunks. Jack smiled devilishly and gently lifted Shane's legs up onto his shoulders. Shane smiled and murred as he felt the wet, warm tip of Jack's cock slide around the edge of his tailhole. Jack reached his right paw out and firmly gripped the fox's member, causing him to gasp slightly. As he slowly pumped Shane's dick, he pressed his own against the vulpine's tight entrance.
Shane felt himself being stretched open as the tip of Jack's cock entered him. It started to sting after the coyote's tip was past the entrance, and Shane closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Jack was focusing on slowly entering the fox while keeping a slow pace pumping his cock, until he heard Shane let out a small whimper. He looked up at his face to see his eyes closed, teeth gritted, and ears pressed back. He brought his left paw up to Shane's face and slowly rubbed his cheek and muzzle. Jack was a little over half way into Shane when the fox opened his eyes and made his best attempt to smile at the coyote. He was unable to hold this expression for long though, when Jack's cock rubbed against his prostate he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. Jack smiled down at him and continued pushing in, and started pumping Shane's cock faster as he felt a bit of pre leak onto his paw. Once Jack had pushed his cock all the way into Shane, he slowly began to pull out, until only an inch of his throbbing hard member was still being held in the warm, inviting passage. He built up a slow rhythm of humping Shane and pumping his cock at the same time, spurred on further by the moans and whimpers coming from the fox's muzzle.
Jack was building up speed when his knot started to form at the base of his cock. He was panting lightly now, and whimpered every time he felt it bump against Shane's tailhole. He thrust hard enough to push his knot into the fox. Shane yelped and whimpered when he felt himself spread open by Jack's large knot, but let out a loud moan as he felt Jack's cock hit his prostate again. It only took several more thrusts of Jack's hips, and a few pumps of his paw to make Shane cum. He moaned loudly as his warm cum covered his stomach and Jack's paw, and he squeezed down hard on the coyote's cock. Jack yelped then moaned loudly as he shot his load deep into Shane. He continued filling the fox with his hot, creamy cum while Shane covered each of them more every time his cock pulsed and shot another gob. They were each panting heavily as their climaxes winded down, finally draining the last of their cum. Jack brought his cum soaked paw to his muzzle, and licked all of Shane's seed off. Still tied to him, Jack gently brought Shane's legs to the left so that he could lay down next to him. Shane was murring quietly as Jack nuzzled his neck from behind, and rubbed his chest slowly. He continued to nuzzle, lick, and rub the fox soothingly until they both drifted off to sleep.
Hope you liked it! Sorry if the end seemed a tad rushed, but this was so extremely late that I really wanted to get it out as fast as I could. This is also not the last chapter, and hopefully there will not be as great of a period before I submit the next part.
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Shane and Jack's snowy vacation pt.4 by fuzzedfur
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The Frost and the Flame. By The Iron Basilisk. WARNING this contains dragons involved in a serious bit of sexual play and should not be read by minors or the excessively anally retentive! This is my first attempt at a M/M plot, so don't be too nasty about it.
The ice dragon stared across at the pair of greens that he faced. He growled deep in his throat and sneered. 'Coward! To fight with ensorceled slaves rather than your own two claws. You shame all of dragonkind!' for indeed, the second green was the slave of the first, a collar of eldritch power encircling his neck. 'Silence snow worm!' hissed the green who held sway the other. 'I shall have my slave battle you and when you are tiered from that battle, I shall finish you! Or perhaps... I shall enslave you as this worthless creatures replacement!' he laughed. 'Kill him my slave!' The ensorceled green sobbed as he charged the white, knowing that the white would most assuredly kill him pointlessly only to fall himself when his hated master struck after he was exhausted from the fight. The white, however, knew what he had to do. He lunged forward and ducked under the slashing claws and snapping jaws to come breast to breast with his foe, locking his teeth on the cursed collar as he hauled the green into the air by main force, his wings snapping out for balance as he then exhaled stream of near liquid oxygen that caused the collar to rime with frost. 'No!' Shrieked the master green as his precious enslavement collar froze and then shattered like brittle glass under the terrible cold. He lifted a scroll and spoke the words of a spell, a lightning bolt cracking from a talon to stab the white in the side. But it was too late. 'FREEDOM!' roared the green and leapt skywards and arrowing backwards in to a dive that struck his former master upon his back. He rent him with claws and teeth. The screams of agony shocking the beasts of the woods to flight as the former slave rent the life from his master. The green had little chance against the fury of his former slave, having given his foe the absolute advantage of gaining a grip upon his back. The ex-slave tore his throat out in a spray of gore. He lifted his head and roared in triumph. His eyes then settled on the white. He smiled around bloody teeth. 'You are weakened, white.' he said. 'I already have the hoard of this one, my former master. But methinks that I should wish more. You, shall tell me where your hoard is in exchange for your life!' The white hissed in annoyance. It seemed that this green was no abused creature, but an evil fiend in his very heart. He prepared himself to fight. There was no choice. Blood flowed from the burned wound in his side, his every movement ripping it open more deeply. The green suddenly looked up over the white's shoulder and his eyes widened. The white tried to roll to the side but his wound slowed him as a great form landed with massive claws that fell to both sides of him. The green fled like a frightened bird and he slowly looked up to see a crimson dragon looking down at him from above. The beast had landed with his legs splayed over his shoulders, his hindquarters atop his own. The crimson was huge and far older than the white. Being nearly twice his sise and obviously of far greater strength, as was the nature of crimsons. His massive fanged jaws descended to touch his throat. His hot breath washing across his spine. 'Still.' he rasped. His distant thunder utterance bearing the power of enchantment. The white found himself unable to move, his body held ridged in the power of the crimson. The great serpent touched his hide with his tongue, gently cleaning the bloody wound on his side with a touch so soft that the white barely felt it. The crimson inhaled and then exhaled. A blue flame emerged from his lips and washed over the wound. The white inhaled in surprise and shock as the flame warmed him without harm. When he ceased to breath, the wound was gone as if it had never been. The wonderful warmth of his breath being the only thing left to remind him that he had ever been wounded. The great beast atop him then lowered himself onto his back until they were touching, his back to the crimsons breast the dragon then slid a splayed talon under him and cupped his chest gently, sliding the claws down his underside, his jaws moving across his shoulders in a sliding kiss as he nibbled and licked him with the tip of his tongue. The white lay in the crimson's enchantment, his mind in turmoil. The Crimson was playing the mate to him, stroking and touching him, teasing and licking, his claws pressing with amorous intent against his body. He felt his body betray him and respond to his touch. He was so... warm. A white was always cold, they could never be warm, there icy heart never bathed in the heat of life. And of all things in the world, they regretted this the most. But the crimson's body burned with the fires of the inferno of his creation. The fires of his being could not be deniyed. the white felt that warmth radiating from his breast as it pressed to his back, leaving streaks of blessed warmth behind as he stroked him. "So cold..." murmured the crimson. "Your body, so cool, as if you held the heart of winter in your breast.." the dragon wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a true embrace, attempting to bring as much of his body in contact with the white as he could. The white realized that as with there cold, so it was with the crimsons flame. To be burning forever and never to know a moment of cold, to never be chilled by a breeze, to feel the frost or the tingle of snow. The exhilaration of a cold mountain stream... But he was a white, cold incarnate and his frost could give the crimson the one thing he could never have, the cooling of the raging fever that was his existence. And the crimson gave him in return the blessings of his warmth. The white reveled in the heat of him, sighing even under the spell, enjoying the affections of the crimson with every fiber of his being. His bliss became interest and then lust as the crimson held and caressed him. His mating rod rose from it's sheath as he lay helplessly held in the embrace of fire. The crimson touched his organ and he hissed in pleasure. His claw was so hot that it drove him to buck into his hand as he enveloped it, his mind not even noticing that the spell that had held him still had lapsed. The dragon held him with his gentle seduction, held him with the fires of his passion. The crimson stroked the whites member as the white pressed himself up against his fiery lover. Tring as best he could to become one with his fiery being. Crimson lifted him then, pulling him back into his lap, to lie against his chest. He then lifted him and the white felt a burning hot point of flesh press against his anal entry. The white gasped as he realized his intent. The crimson would use him as a female! He wished to resist, to fight. But the heat of the dragons organ melted his resolve, his rear opening under his gently pressure. The crimson groaned and spurted a stream of pre-cum into the white and the white gasped in ecstacy as the burning hot liquid splashed within him. The warmth spreading thru his body like a raging inferno. The crimson could hold himself back no longer, the incredible coolness of the white driving him to madness and he entered his unresisting body fully, pressing his organ as deep as it would go within him. They both cried out in roars of sudden pleasure as the white felt that burning brand of molten iron within him and the crimson felt his organ gripped by the infinite frozen wastes of the whites being. They just lay there for a moment, trembling in mutual discovery and surprise. 'So cold...' whispered the crimson. 'So warm...' murmured the white. They collected themselves and the white was the first to speak. 'Take me, my Flame.' he said, reaching back to stroke the crimsons cheek. 'Yes, my Frost' he replied, pressing his cheek into his talon. The crimson lifted the smaller white and then pressed himself deeply within him, beginning to bounce the smaller dragon in his groin. His massive member plunging to the whites deepest depths. The crimson leaned his head forward and spread wide his jaws and then engulfed the whites member, pumping it into his infernal maw. Reveling in the icicle that was his member. The white roared and groaned at the sheer beautiful pleasure that the crimson's organ gave, the heat, the stroking upon his very center. The crimson pounded into him faster and faster as he was held in his embrace. With a final ecstatic thrust, the crimson spasmed and his seed flooded the white, molten burning life gushed within him and he writhed in the incredible pleasure that it bought. He was truly warm! The crimsons passion had gifted him with the breaking of the frost within his heart. Filling him with his lusty flames and the ecstacy drove him to give forth is own gift, spurting huge gouts of freezing froth into the crimsons maw, to be swallowed as fast as it was given, his forked tongue rasping across his member to wring him of the last of it. The two gasped and relaxed, radiating the contentment that only a good bout of mating could give. The crimson lifted his head, and breathed out a cloud of fog and frost, licking the icicles from his lips. He embraced the white in his arms, leaning down to press his lips to the whites neck. 'Stay with me, my Frost.' 'Always, my Flame.' THE END Well, I hoped you liked it. It was my first M/M piece of fiction and I hope it offends no one. My thanks for reading it. The Iron Basilisk.
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The Frost and the Flame. by Iron Basilisk
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The breeze swept west from the ocean. The light foliage of these plains caused that gentle rustling in the wind. It was always like this in the autumn, carrying the damp winds of the adjacent Reisia's coast across the border to this land, Lidori. As well as the treasures of those homecoming sailors. This evening, the trade wind brought a particularly precious jewel here. Clad in heavy cloak to shield from the strengthening gusts, the leather also protected this visitor from onlookers. Though it was a sparsely populated border, one could see for miles in any direction when traversing this flatland. And there were surely those hot on her trail by now. Such thoughts troubled her, but they would not for much longer, she assured herself. A smile swiftly forming on her lips by the time she arrived at the door to this cottage. Gingerly, her hand tapped with three knocks. For over a minute, there was no reply. Perhaps the wind is too loud, she mused, hand lifting to knock yet again. Instead, a fierce gust blasted her from the left. Her acute ears could detect a tearing sound, the loosely held cloth over her body being yanked away by the wind. Reflexes let her stumble onto her knees from the force of the gale. She had the opportunity to watch her dainty fabric fly away from her reach, vanishing over a hillside some tens of yards away.
The small vulpine knelt before the aperture, lips crooked with discontent as her eyes were locked onto that fleeing cloak in the wind. She envied the whimsy and freedom of the fabric's airborne dance. And it had been a pricey item. Right now, wore a beige gown from her neck to ankles, currently a tad stained with the green of grass below her. The sash tightened to her waist gave her figure a light curvature, though she was more of a buxom lass underneath the fabric. Golden locks of hair spilled over her shoulders, the moisture of the air having frizzed usually immaculate tresses. This contrasted with the pumpkin orange hue of her fur, which coated her just about everywhere. Like many of her race, Reisians, the vixen was less than five feet tall. Very lightweight too! Which gave her a fear and fascination with the trade wind, that seemed intent to take her away as well. Wary, her right hand held onto the door knob for her life. And her left fist hurt her knuckles with battering against the rough wooden door. Immediately, the large door knob, bigger than her head, was being turned from within. Gradually revealing a large and bulky silhouette, which extended a giant paw to clutch her forearm. "Let's get you in here. Lest you learn how to fly." Spoke a gravelly male voice, before snatching her into the confines and silence of the stony cabin among the windswept plain.
With the door shut closed behind them, the fox hopped onto one of his chairs, adjusting herself to the huge seat like a vixen Goldilocks. "Looking as humble as ever... Aren't you?" Chuckled the towering lupine, thudding over to the kitchen of his abode. He had a boar roasted for the occasion, and went to cutting into it with a fork and knife.
The fem crossed her arms. Her blue eyes gazed up at him. There was a grin on her lips. "I need not dress up for you. You already appreciate my natural beauty."
"You know it! That's what I always say. I wouldn't want you to look all gaudy. It'd ruin your innate splendor." He stumbled over those last two words, the sounds of tearing into the pork growing louder.
"Certainly you just do not want other men locking their eyes onto me... But worry not your ruffled head, big boy. I know only loyalty." Her brows tilted slyly.
"No no no. I'd never fret about that. It's just that you weren't even wearing a jacket... It's chilly out there." The Lidoran has a sheepish smile on his muzzle.
"Well, darling. I did not think it would be so windy today. And my cloak was swept away." Her index finger gestured out the window, the torn fabric stuck in the faraway bush, wafting in the wind.
"The winds are fierce at this time. You'd know that, if you ever stepped out of your big ole city every once in a while." Staring out the window, he was impressed by the distance.
The Reisian's eyes shut, and her silky vulpine ears twitched with impatience. "Okay, you have had your share of nagging for the night. I am more interested in what else you had in store this evening."
"Aren't we eager? Sure... I can show you." He ditched the countertop and kitchen, taking the seat in front of his vixen. Fishing a hand into his trouser pocket, he revealed quite a sight to her eyes. "I came back from the voyage yesterday, as you know. It was an uneventful sugarcane run. And of course they made me lug all the sacks of cane. Anyway, I spoke to the native tribe just outside the settlement. Wanted to get you a nice, exotic gift. Turns out they had something quite familiar." Bellowed the lupine. Between two ebony claws dangled jewelry. A necklace of bright silver embedded with diamonds. From the chain hung a pair of cabochons. One was a lustrous pearl, like the moon. The other was a warm amber-like substance, resembling the sun. The two gems were connected by a clasp, side-to-side. They resembled a figure-eight on its side, like that symbol of infinity. The lupine had his other set of fingers clasp the cabochons together, the flat backsides meeting. Only the moon pearl was visible to her, with the amber sun veiled behind it. "It's the Reisian Eclipse. I have no idea how it ended up in the backwoods of the new world. Yet they told me the previous owner sold it away to them for an oyster. Isn't it gorgeous?" His lips were curled with content, letting bright white fangs protrude slightly from his muzzle.
The whole time, the fox had been scrutinizing the necklace in his clutches, finding herself rather awestruck at the outcome. The diamonds were cut brilliantly. The silver was untarnished, and very cold, just as they said it'd be. "I am well aware of what it is. It is very beautiful and very cursed, my dear. You know what happened to the original owner, I would wager." She was standing a few inches away from him. Giving that steely stare up at him.
To her serious countenance, he guffawed. "I thought you a brighter cookie than that. Believing in myths... You really are too cute."
Irritated, she stomped a couple of times to grab his attention and halt that annoying giggle of his. "The crafter went missing... Soon the king did as well... And that entire bit with the queen of Resi descending into madness. Surely that explains a madman squandering a precious necklace away for an oyster. Does it not?"
"Maybe he was just really famished." The male muttered under his breath. He truly never won when she got like... That. For an entire minute there was dead silence. The stillness of the weather was only interrupted by an occasional howl of wind.
"So how will you sell it?" A blank expression was on her face. Though he could tell she was dying to know.
"Sell it!? How can you even begin to put a price on something so rare and priceless?" He was feigning shock at the notion.
"If we were to get even a fraction of its worth, our mouths would be fed for the rest of our lives. We could even stake out our own island. We can finally leave here for good! And my parents would never find us again." She let her eyes close. Imagining the paradise awaiting them.
"Your folks are as persistent as they are wealthy. WE could never escape from them. They would poison our meals. They would raze down our little island and salt the ground. Then hunt us down. Probably hoard you away in a cellar after they made a pillow out of me." The large creature gave a shudder at the thought.
"It's still worth trying! We have the necklace. And the boat. We could sail forever across the coasts, living off the bounty of the sea. How about that?" She managed to smile reassuringly.
His ears sank at the mention of the boat. "...I sold the boat." It took five seconds for it to register with her. Immediately she pounded her dainty fists at his solid gut in her apparent rage. Since this only resulted in her hands hurting terribly, she squirmed and convulsed on the ground while shouting expletives.
"You... Why would you... IT WAS MY BOAT! I SNATCHED IT FROM MY PARENTS!" From here, she shouted incomprehensibly and kicked his shins. This made the lupine double over and rub his leg. "WE'RE STUCK HERE! EVERYONE IS LOOKING FOR US! YOU GAVE IT AWAY... For... #&@%&% necklace!"
He tried to calm her out of that tantrum. Letting the jewel wiggle above her. "You can wear it..." He spoke meekly among her screaming and sobbing. "I am allergic to silver!" The vixen glared before unleashing a flurry of cat-kicks to his shins. The lupine had to dance in order to avoid another aching shin.
"Alright! I know this guy... He's a trader. He would buy it off me. I bet he'll be at the town square tomorrow." Spoke the Lidoran
The femme sniffled. She was in a fetal position as she sat, glancing up at him. "Really?" He nodded. She tried to see if he was being truthful, but believed him. "Promise you won't let him scam you."
Quietly, he stepped towards her, scooping her up into his arms. "Yeah, I swear." Then he carried her along towards the bedroom. Placing her onto the sheets, he went through his furniture's drawers in search of something.
"Forgiveness sex?" She snickered lightly, loosening the sash of her dress. And then lifting the gown off herself. Underneath, the vixen wore a vivid white bra, clinging to her ample chest... Probably a C size relative to her frame. The fabric was unclasped too, exposing plush breasts and their perked pink nipples. Having not worn panties, the lady was entirely nude on top of his immense bed, her digits combing her hair while she waited. Finally, her lover was climbing onto the mattress, the tawny hue of his fuzzy coat meeting her orange fluff. She was feeling his muscled arms loop around her, holding her snugly and possessively. And those heavy paws of his stroked their pads across her white underbelly, teasing fingers along from her chest to thighs. "I know you can't stay angry for very long." Spoke the lupine.
The woman smiles. A heated and stiff length slipped between her legs, sandwiching itself between her thighs. Peering downwards, she could see his prominent erection. See, the brownish wolf behind her was massive, at least -twelve- feet tall. Which meant he was also well-endowed, sporting a maleness that neared four feet of length. Given her height of only four feet and eight inches, the two of them have never felt the bliss of penetration, for fear of literally tearing her. Yet, they were a content couple, very versed with oral and 'handsn' fun. A lewd sound of squirting was followed by many dollops of lubricant spilling onto the canine erection. Now, the lupine was grinding forth his hips, smearing the fleshy length between the vixen's tightened thighs, while he doused the member in even more of the slick lubricant from its bottle. The vulpine leaned forward, extending her arms to wrap them around the girth, hugging herself to the pulsing scarlet shaft. Her weight placed against the manhood, her hips started to push, smearing her busty front against the upper half of his enormous prick. Working her body smoothly against the veiny flesh to please it with a bodyjob, the fur of her front becoming matted slick by lube and precum. Gliding her feminine folds near the base of his manhood gave her a pleasant tingle of sensation while those slow movements of theirs stroked steadily.
Pausing, the wolf leaned over and spoke into her ear. She replied to his gentle whispering. "And you thought I was childish for believing in the myth? You are telling me a necklace can do... That?"
The lupine objected. "I know it sounds strange. But based on what the locals told me... It has to be true!"
"So that's why you really got it. You wanted to make me yours. I am flattered... But will this be safe? And are you sure you can dedicate to this?" The Reisian raised a brow.
"Of course. I was more concerned about you. Figured you wouldn't have the love and loyalty this would require." He smirked, baiting her.
"Have I been anything but committed? Even if this did work... Would you really want to spend forever with me?" Her words spilled out slowly.
He nodded. Lifting up the necklace, he tried to slip it over his head. It didn't fit. He seemed perplexed as to what to do. The vulpine just stared at him with amusement. "Try wearing it as a bracelet. Dummy." Spoke the lady straddled onto his member. So he managed to worm his fingers through the necklace, the silver clinging to his wrist. His other hand clasped the pearl moon and amber sun cabochons together, forming the eclipse with a clicking sound. Nothing happened thus far.
"Perhaps if you ground at it some more?" He suggested. So she did. The Reisian's arms kept their taut hugging to his engorgement, so close her skin could feel the heat of his copious inches. Actually, the warmth of his flesh felt even hotter by the moment. The pace of her smooth rubbing of fur to bare cockflesh quickened, the tapering length pistoning between her cushiony bust and plush thighs alike. Skin to skin, her slickened slit's lips stroking his cockbase. Her arousal was peaked. One could tell by her throaty moans, like purring against the all too close erection. Vibrations buzzed along his four feet of massive prick, swiftly bringing him to the verge. His hands caressed her back in gratitude, stroking along the fox's gentle curves.
Quite a surprise it was, however, when her lush orange fur fell off with the Lidoran's petting. He must be stroking too roughly, he thought, and caressed as gently as ever. Even when his petting stopped altogether, her shiny and gorgeous fluff kept clumping off. "You were right darling... It is really chilly tonight." Offhandedly remarked the vixen, preoccupied with his prick. Affording it as much affection as she could. "Your... Hair is starting to..." He could barely speak. Partly shocked. Partly enthralled by the sensation of his girth receiving so much stimulation. Less than a minute later, she was hairless, her body starting to shiver from the newfound coolness. To alleviate this, she snuggled to the arousal even more, the stickiness of his precum, the lubricant, and her juices of arousal causing her to stick. Every time she ground, it felt stickier and hotter, and in moments she could hardly move herself without struggling against the stickiness. All the while he was astonished by her total nudity, and her heated warmth against him. He realized the effect must be taking hold.
"Are you alright, dear?" He inquired, biting his lip over whether he should alert her or not. "I'm fine. But you should close the window later. It is certainly drafty." She gave up her squirming, contently resting against him, feeling unusually tired and hot, feverish. Unsure of what to do, and not wanting to provoke panic, he tried to pry her off. Each time he pulled, there wasn't even a budge, but she did whine plenty. "Can you stop that? I am getting annoyed with your toying around whenever we try to have sex." Spoke the fox while tilting her head towards him. As she looked back, she realized she was hairless. Immediately, she started to squirm, but was entirely stuck. Cocking her head to view as much of herself as she could, not a single inch of her except the scalp still had that lush orange fluff. Instead she was covered by smooth, reddish-pink flesh, which felt incredibly hot and sensitive. "Wha-- What happened to my hair!?" Shouted she with a gasp. He was still dumbfounded that this was actually happening, so he touched his cockbase.
Or more appropriately, her hips. Below her hips, her flushed pink flesh melded into his redder phallic flesh, leaving her legless. Instead of thighs, her curvy derriere flowed into the cockflesh beneath his sheath. "Darling... You... Have no legs!" In surprise, she noticed the rest of her began to fuse as well. The skin of her sides and his prick smoothed over, like a taut layer of cockflesh had spread over her body, still leaving her vague shape underneath. The shaft tingled, and the fox could feel the pulsing of hearts. "So I really will become your dick..." Her mind tried to fathom what it would be like. The wolf placed his hands onto the woman's rear, kneading at the mounds. The shape of her ass persisted, his padded digits tracing over the cheeks and the cleft of the buttocks. It was round but firm flesh, like a canine knot shaped into a lovely, heart-shaped ass. Whenever his palms caressed their combined flesh, he drew moans from her lips, despite her mixture of distress and intense pleasure. She was actually throbbing heavily, and he felt it. All of it. Like their nerves have been connected, he could made her twitch and she could make his hips buck.
That transformation was hardly over, though. Her arms were melding into his girth and disappearing into him. It appeared as if her body were sinking into his lengthy cock like quicksand. "Oh... Keep stroking me... This feels so incredible." Her words poured out lustfully, and so he obliged. In contrast to her apparent vanishing into his meat, the length grew larger. Veins bulged and pulsed on the surface of her back and his girth, the size swelling in width and length. Her body and his shaft were fusing into a rather gigantic member. An even more impressive five feet long, the shaft tensing and expanding like breathing. And at least fifteen inches of girth in most sections. The underbelly of the phallus took her shape as well, breast-like swells forming towards the tip of the shaft. The fusing line had progressed to her neck, which did feel tense and stiff by now. Below the neck, the woman and manhood were one. Throbbing in unison, networks of veins trailing over the combined body. The wolf felt attuned to her thoughts, she could detect some fear but also bliss.
"Relax your head, love. I'll take good care of you." He held the back of her head, pressing her neck and chin to the upperside of the expanding cock. She could hardly speak by now, though she could feel linked to his mind in an odd way, trying to guide his other hand to massage the rest of her. He stroked tensely at the cockbase, his and her pleasure at a peak but not yet gaining that release of climax. With her eyes and muzzle shut, her head melded into his prick, vanishing into his bright red flesh.
He sat back, lingering his eyes over his lover. His maleness had truly taken her shape. Like a marble bust of her, but composed of flesh and jutting from his groin. From his pulled back sheath poured out an excess of five feet of tense flesh. The base was a girthy knot-like swell, resembling her hips and derriere, his paws running along the crease of her rump. Where she had soft skin and fur, there was firm and glossy flesh, and her texture was firm as opposed to supple. Roaming to the curve of her back, his fingertip went along the valley of her 'spine'. Then his palms grazed across her navel as he touched the underbelly of the vixen-dick. She tapered at the midsection like she had as a foxy woman, the shaft possessing the hourglasses features of a femme. Firm and fleshy breasts had formed on the cock's underbelly, the lumps as solid to the touch as the rest of 'her'. Like the hips, her shoulders swelled out from the sides like a knot, but they had no arms. All of this tapering into a somewhat thick neck. For a head, she had a pointed canine cocktip, resembling a dainty muzzle, pointed to the sky. She autonomously twitched heavily as he kept touching and examining her, and his heavy balls tensed up.
He knew he owed her release, so he kneaded his palms along the bumps of her chest. And each touch to her body felt incredible, the sensation coursing through his veins, as if the usual ecstasy of masturbating was multiplied. Though his palms squeezed and groped firmly at the breast-shaped knots of her 'chest', she still tensed and throbbed for more. An urge building in his loins, he was lowering his head, staring down at the artfully shaped shaft. He kissed his immense cocklover on the tip, pursing his muzzle over her tapered point. Suckling deeply with the smooch, surprised to enjoy the taste of cockflesh and precum so thoroughly. Compelled, he lowered his head further, realizing he was going to fellate her. Perhaps it was his newfound, intense lust. Or she really was urging his body to do so. His arms tucked themselves under his knees like a master of auto-fellatio, gripping to himself steadily while bobbing down his head. Staring down at the erection between his lips, he admired her newfound, lovely shape, the canine cockhead pulsing precum into his mouth. He suckled tight, his maw gliding down to sink as much of his vixencock as he could stuff into his mouth. His throat clenched and flexed along the tip as it felt the wetness and bodyheat of his gullet.
The intensity of deepthroating his oversensitive flesh was overpowering, making his balls quiver and his thighs tense up. She still denied his climax, however, coaxing him to moan in delight against the several feet of vivid red flesh. He was gagging by the time his muzzle was puckered at her navel, struggling to swallow down even more of her, certainly not able to swallow her thicker hips. He was practically pleading for mercy, trying to please the two of them by swirling his thick and sloppy tongue across her chest.
Eventually she quietly gave in, her muzzle spewing thick lupine seed up into his esophagus, making him gasp between each gush of his own cum. Catching his breath, he muttered. "You're such a damn tease, babe. Almost made me suffocate myself." His complaint was answered by a shot of sticky precum, splattering onto his face. He just smirked and shook his head, while she retreated into the tightness of his sheath. "I swear I'm going to somehow de-cockify you if you keep that up." The wolf tossed the bracelet into his drawer, plopping onto the couch and shutting his eyes to rest.
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What a crazy day it had been. While swimming at the neighbor’s house, I see me incredibly attractive and very busty neighbor, Catherine Jones, masturbate. When I accidentally interrupt I get a handjob and a close-up of her massive tits. Later that night, I catch her just as busty daughter, Laura and my sister, Janey talk about it. One thing leads to another and they start to go at it. Once again I stumble in and get a great show from the two in action. It was topped off with a killer blowjob from the two of them. Yes, my sister was sucking my dick. I replayed these events in head allnight as I slept through the night. When I woke up the house was empty. Mom and Dad were out running errands and I guess Janey and Laura went shopping. It was such a beautiful day that I decided to go swimming next door at the Jones’ pool. When I opened the gate no one was there so I went in for a quick dip and then laid out in a lounge chair.
Time went on and the back door opened as Mrs. Jones, Catherine came out. She had a small robe on to cover herself. She had on a swimsuit underneath, so it looked like she had the same idea as me. “Great day out isn’t it?” she asked as she took of her robe and sat in the chair next to me. I didn’t know what to say, I was transfixed on her as she was in a 2 piece that barely contained her tits. They were spilling out of the side as she put suntan lotion on. I stammered that is was and hoped that my erection wasn’t too noticeable. We both sat there in the uncomfortable quiet for awhile. We had to be thinking that just 24 hours ago, we were both naked bringing the other to orgasm. She broke the silence with the very open ended “So what do we do now?”
Now maybe I was just full of myself after last night or I didn’t think about the possible repercussions. I stood up out of my chair, walked right next to the chair she was laying in and opened up the front of my trunks and pulled out my cock. The hardn was staring her right in the face as we looked into each others eyes. She gave this wry little smile as she opened her mouth and deepthroated me.
I thought I was going to shoot my load right there. She kept my dick in her mouth as she licked the bottom of the shaft. She slowly let it slide out as her hands went around my back until she had hold of my ass. When the head was barely on her lips she started to bob furiously up and down the shaft. I reached down to let her boobs out of the somewhat constraining top. I started rolling the nipples in my fingers and this set her off. She started moaning, but she didn’t slow down her pace. the slurping noises were loud as she kept giving me an incredible headjob. My hands reached down further so I get my hands on her pussy. When I touched the crotch of her swimsuit it was soaked, she was so wet. I slid the suit to one side as I slipped a finger in and started pumping in and out.
“Oh God yes” she exclaimed, my fingering actually caused her to stop sucking me. She panted and moaned and then caught her breath and my dick disappeared in her lips again. I started to undo the ties of her suit bottoms, we were both in such a sexual frenzy that I was going to try and fuck her. I had one side undone and her legs were slowly spreading apart. She steadfastly kept sucking so I tried to bend down so I could finally return the oral favor.
“What are you doing to Ms. Jones?” I hear my sister Janey exclaim as I about to wrap my lips around Catherine’s clit. I stand up straight since Janey seems mad. I can feel my dick slowly slip out of Catherine’s mouth as she starts to realize what is happening. She has her neighbor’s dick in her mouth as his hand is in her crotch and his sister walks in. Catherine starts to say something to try and explain but Janey cuts her off.
“That’s all right Ms. Jones you don’t have to say anything I can see how my brother was taking advantage of you.” What the fuck is she talking about. Janey sits in the same chair as Catherine and tries reassuring her that all is well.
“ Look what he did to you, he undid your top and you are all exposed. “ Janey softly touches one of Catherine’s tits to put it back in the top. This slight touch elicits a soft moan and I see what my sneaky sister has in mind.
Janey grabs the second one and as she starts to cover it up “ My you have such lovely breast Ms. Jones. They are so big and round and beautiful. Just look at the exquisite aereola and those nipples.” Janey has stopped putting it away and is slowly and softly massaging the breast. She stares at it intently. “I am so jealous, you have these lovely giant breast and all I have is these.” She unties her top and her small tits are exposed. My cock is hard again and Catherine in staring at my sisters tits and moaning at the boob massage. I look down and see that her legs have slowly started to open back up.
“I just wish I knew what it was like to have tits this size. I would be so happy I could just lie around and play with them and rub them.” Janey has started to rub the nipple and it quickly gets hard. “I would just lie in bed and suck on them all the time. I wonder what it would be like to suck on tits this big.” Catherine lets a faint moan as she knows what’s about to happen. Janey lowers her head and takes in Catherine’s giant nipple in her mouth. A loud moan comes out of both of their mouths as Janey keeps sucking and starts to rub the other one.
Catherine starts moaning louder and reaches up and takes hold of my hard dick. Just as I think this is about to get good Catherine says “Wait, we can’t do this.” I can see the disappointed look on Janey’s face as it is probably the same as mine. “ We can’t do this hear”. she finishes her sentence and then gets up and starts to walk inside. When she reaches the door she turns to look at the two of us and gives the look. We immediately follow her inside until we see her again sitting on the edge of her bed.
Her swimsuit is still half on, her left tit is hanging out of the side and her bottoms are undone so you can see the top of her crotch. Janey wastes no time in discarding her own top and heads over to the bed where she pushes Catherine down and starts feasting on the giant tits. I stand back and look at my lovely sister engulf the tits. She nibbles on the nipple and then will suck on it hard so looks like she is trying to lift them with her mouth. In between moans Catherine looks up and I take off my trunks and go and beside her on the bed. I follow Janey’s lead and start sucking on the other. Catherine is out of her mind with ecstasy. She starts fondling Janey’s tits in return so now she is panting as much. I get up and kneel beside Catherine’s head as she looks at my dick. I don’t know if this is getting to her but she just stares at it. “Go ahead and suck it it’s a great cock.” Janey added to Catherine’s amazement. She gives Janey a puzzled look as Janey moves towards my crotch and licks the head and slowly takes it in. Seeing my sister suck my dick again is such a rush that I push her head down so she has to take it all. When I feel that back of her mouth I let go and she slowly slides it out of her mouth. She bends down and gives Catherine a deep kiss and then takes her head and pushes it toward my erect dick.
Catherine does the same great job as earlier and sucks my dick like there is no tomorrow. Janey goes back to suck the massive mammories and slides her down to Catherine’s wet pussy. She parts the pussy lips and slowly massages the clit. I can hear Catherine moan in-between slurps. When she lets out a loud “Aaahh, ahhh” I can tell that Janey is fingering her good. Janey releases the tit from her mouth and positions herself in-between Ms. Jones legs. She spreads open the lips again lightly blows on the clit and then takes in her mouth.
This is just too much for Catherine as she quits sucking and lays there screaming “Yes,yes, like that just like that.” Her pants get louder so I go to do what I didn’t get a chance to do outside. I lay down in a 69 position to join my sister at Catherine’s pussy. Janey is eating pussy just as intently as she was sucking tittie. She catches my eye and knows what I want. She moves aside as I move in. As she was getting up her chest is right in my face and I can’t help but to return some of the pleasure she has giving me. I take her nipple in my mouth and lightly bite down on it. She holds my head tightly against her chest as I continue to suck on her tit. Catherine looks up to see me sucking my sister’s tit and starts pumping my dick. I let go of my sister’s nipple to get some of Catherine’s sweet pussy juice. I am staring at her soaking wet pussy and her clit is just inches from me. I take it in and starting sucking and biting it while I slide a finger in and out. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Janey goes back to sucking Catherine’s tits. The moans start coming faster and louder and the pumping pace on my dick is getting faster. She must be getting close.
Janey sits up and looks at Catherine pumping hand on my cock. She leans over to suck on the head a couple of times. I look up and our eyes meet. She takes Catherine’s hand away and then her mouth. She then pushes me like she wants me off the bed. I slide off and it hits me she wants me to fuck Ms. Jones! I crouch in front of Ms. Jones pussy and start sucking again and I see that Janey wants the favor returned. She bends down to kiss Catherine again, she feeds her one of her small tits and then moves herself so she is straddling Catherine’s face. I stop to see her lower her pussy as Catherine sticks out her tongue to Janey’s clit. When it touches it Janey pinches her own nipples and moans loudly. I stand up and position my cock’s head at the edge of Catherine’s pussy. I can see her pulling Janey down so she can taste all of my sisters pussy and that’s when I slide my dick in. Catherine’s loud yell of pleasure is audible even though she is still eating out my sister. I start pumping in and out trying to go slow to make this last. Catherine is thrusting herself on to my cock harder and faster than what I am doing. She starts going faster and faster and faster until her back starts to arch as she reaches around and grabs her own tits. “Yes, yes fuck me faster, fuck me I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Her body goes limp for a minute as I keep sliding in and out of her. I can feel my load start to build up. Catherine slowly starts eating Janey again as Sis starts to rub her own clit as she is being eaten out while pinching her won nipple with her free hand.
“What the hell are you doing to my mom?” Laura shouts as she is standing in the doorway with her naked mom on the bed with my dick in her and her tongue in my sister and her best friend’s pussy.
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Me & Ms. Jones Ch. 4
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*Thank you so much for the comments and encouragement you people have given me on my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. You are great, and you made my first experience great. This is the second chapter of the series, HouseKeeping. It would be best if you could read first Chapter 1 so you can gain the benefit of knowing the backstory of Chapter 2. This chapter, as is the first chapter, is long on tease and titillation and short on raw sex. If you want a quick jerkff story, this might not serve your purposes. On the other hand, the story is erotic as hell for those who enjoy erotic tension and voyeuristic pleasures. As always, please feel free to offer any feedback you want. An author always values feedback from his or her readers.*
After our time on the couch, we took a long hot shower together. I asked if she would go to dinner with me that night, and she agreed with no hesitation.
"I told you that if I enjoy both your company and your conversation this afternoon, I will invite you out to dinner with me tonight. Well, I confess I enjoyed BOTH your company and your conversation." I smiled and she kissed me lightly on the lips.
So we decided to get dressed and play tourist until we felt hungry enough to eat. I wore my typical jeans and a button down shirt. When Kelsey came out of the bedroom, she was wearing a short sundress in floral colors with spaghetti straps, and sandals with the heels about two inches high. She showed some cleavage, and a lot more leg, as she twirled around to show off. Kelsey was such a sexy woman in her short dress that I had to adjust myself in my jeans just to be able to walk. She giggled at me, looking thrilled that she had caused it.
"Kelsey, you are just going to have to get used to that. You are so beautiful that I have to pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming. And you are so sexy that I get hard just hearing you talk. So either I make certain adjustments here and there, or I walk around in public with a partial erection looking like I am bragging to everyone about how lucky I am to be with such a sexy woman. Which would you rather it be: partial erection making me walk funny, or adjustments so I am fit for walking around in public?" I waited for her response, but she only kissed me hungrily.
As I let her into the front seat of my car, she flashed more leg than was necessary, looking me in the eyes as she did so. So I took the time to look down her top, enjoying the abundant cleavage on display. She had what seemed to be large C-cup, or maybe small D-cup, boobs, and they were so beautiful that I felt I could never get enough of seeing them. They were soft and yet firm, and they were topped with large nipples
surrounded by areolas that were wide and crinkly. And this afternoon I had discovered that when I licked and sucked on them, the nipples got even larger and harder, and the areolas swelled to stretch the skin tight. I so loved her breasts! She watched me as I looked down her top, and I was almost embarrassed as she caught me. I looked away, but only because I walked to my side of the car and got in.
"Honey, you gave me a choice concerning your erections. Allow me to give you a choice about my boobs. I love the fact that you are attracted to them. And I love the fact that they turn you on. So I want to show them off to you as often as I can, and in any way I can. If we are out in public, please understand that I am showing off for you. I WANT you to be attracted and pleased and even turned on. I don't care what others see; I only care that YOU see. If you can deal with that, then I will wear these clothes tonight. If you would rather not, then tell me and I will dress more conservatively. Just remember, I want YOU to be pleased and happy and thrilled, and I am doing this for YOU. Anyone else around just gets the benefit of a cheap thrill. Is that okay with you?" She paused, waiting for me to respond. It seemed that she was almost sheepish in asking the question, and a little embarrassed by being so open about her body.
"Before I answer," I replied, as I stated the car, "Let me ask a question. Does it turn you on or does it embarrass you that others might see and like what they see?" That was an important question to me and I was very interested in her answer.
Kelsey paused for several seconds, considering her answer. Then she seemed to come to a conclusion, and she turned in her seat toward me to answer. This caused her sundress to hike up even further, showing more leg than before, a fact that was not lost on me.
"I told you I just might get to like this exhibitionist thing. Well, I think I do. I had always thought that the only women who flashed anything of their bodies were either sluts or whores. Now I am not so sure. So I really have no way of answering the question. But when I think of you getting excited by what you see, I get really turned on and I love it! And now that I think of others seeing me, and others seeing you get excited by me, well, just the thought of it makes me wet. So I guess it turns me on that others see you get excited by me, and it must also turn me on that others see the same thing you do and get excited by me. I will need to think about that. But I have to ask you if it angers or disgusts you that I let others see a little skin. I don't want you to look down on me for this. If you want, I will change into my jeans."
"Sweetie, I love that dress, and I love the idea of me being able to get glimpses of your body here and there throughout the afternoon and evening. As long as you don't get arrested, I love looking at whatever you flash. And I don't care what others see, as long as I get to see more. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes." Her answer was quick and firm. "So I am okay in this little dress?" She looked into my eyes with that saucy grin of hers.
"You are AWESOME in that little dress, sweet lady." My answer was just as quick and just as firm.
I put down the top to my Jaguar F-Type convertible. Then I backed out of the garage and headed toward the highway. She turned her shoulders toward the front, leaving her hips turned toward me and allowing her sexy legs to remain on display. And she smiled with satisfaction, looking out the windshield. I grinned, too, looking forward to the next few hours very much.
As we flew down the highway toward the Interstate, and then into town, the wind moved her hair wonderfully. And here and there, the top of her dress was blown open, putting a lot of her boobs on display. Several times, an unexpected wind blew her dress up, showing her sexy legs to me. And usually I caught a glimpse of her panties when this happened. She smiled, and shouted at me, "Are you enjoying this?" I could only smile broadly in response, and nodded without a word. She looked at me, and then with a conspiratorial expression on her face, she reached under her skirt and did something. Then she whipped her hands down to her feet and then up in the air above her. Her lacy white panties flapped in the wind, surprising the two teenagers driving the pickup truck in the lane next to us. She looked at them, and then released her fingers, letting her panties fly away in the wind. The boys howled their appreciation, and honked their horn. Kelsey looked at me in triumph, and I licked my lips in response, needing to make another adjustment with my jeans. For the rest of the trip into downtown Orlando, the wind provided a lot of entertainment for me, and Kelsey never made a move to hide anything. I had to adjust my jeans almost constantly to keep my erection in check. And Kelsey grinned at me each time.
I drove us to the downtown area of Orlando, where there were many small shops and bars. For the next several hours, we played tourist. Kelsey looked in a lot of windows, and stopped every once in a while to purchase something. Once, while we were on the street looking through the windows into a shop, she bent over to look at something. A rogue wind whipped her dress up and onto her back. This put her incredible ass clearly on display for at least a hundred people to see. After a full two seconds, she casually reached back and adjusted her dress to cover herself, while acting as if nothing had happened. When she stood up and looked at me, it was quite obvious that flashing her bare ass had turned her on. I could see that her nipples were so hard they were clearly protruding into and almost through the thin material of her dress.
"Did you like that?" Her voice was quiet, and her eyes were wide open and her nostrils were flared. I could tell her breathing was fast and shallow.
"That was SO HOT!" I exclaimed just as quietly.
A couple of times over several hours, we stopped in one of the many small bars for a drink. She would always sit on one of the high bar stools, which forced her short skirt even higher up her legs. This allowed anyone in the bar to see almost all of her smooth and sexy thighs. She would look at me to see if I noticed, and I always noticed. It really excited me that another couple of inches higher and her curly bush would be on display for everyone to see. Then she would laugh at the expression on my face.
Once, when she was sitting on a high bar stool, she noticed a couple of men sitting at a table watching her intently, obviously enjoying the show she was putting on. She smiled at them and looked at me as if asking me something. I smiled back, and shrugged my shoulders. So she turned back toward the two men, and slowly spread her legs, giving them even more of a show. It was dark enough in the bar that it was doubtful they could really see anything, but the possibility of a view caused one of them to tilt his head as if looking at an angle would improve his view.
This went on all afternoon. Then about 7 o'clock, as it was getting dark, I suggested we head to the restaurant. I had made reservations at 7:30 and I was getting hungry.
Climbing into the car, Kelsey flipped her skirt up, showing her well-groomed bush, and exposing the moist lips almost hidden there. I could see they were dripping with her juices and swollen with her excitement.
"It's all your fault," she told me. "You said you didn't care as long as you could see enough to turn you on." I smiled in agreement as I settled into my side, and took her hand and placed it on my really hard cock.
"It worked," was all I said as I drove to the Japanese restaurant. I had reserved seats for us at one of my two favorite restaurants, what most Americans called a Japanese steakhouse where the food was cooked on the flat grill surface in front of the customers, and served family style. I ate there often enough that the hostess and several of the servers knew me on sight.
When we arrived, Kelsey still had her hand in my lap, and gave my hardness a squeeze before I got out. As I held the door for her, she leaned forward, allowing me a full and complete view of her full breasts all the way to her swollen nipples. They were so erect and hard that I was sure they would poke a hole though the thin fabric of her dress. And I was so hard I just knew that my jeans would not be able to contain me. But we somehow made it inside to the hostess desk exactly on time, and with no obvious clothing malfunctions.
I had requested that we be seated on the end of the table, because I had eaten here many times and I knew the seating structure. At this particular restaurant, the long rectangular tables had seats for two at each end, and then seats for six more along the side of the table right in front of where the chef stood to prepare our meals. The group for our table had been gathering as we arrived, and we were almost immediately led to our table. Kelsey and I were seated on the end, as requested; another couple in their mid-twenties was seated at the far end opposite us, and a family of five was seated along the side. The family had three children, two girls and a boy, and I guessed their ages ranged from about three to about eight years old. The parents appeared to be in their early thirties. I pulled out the chair for Kelsey so she could sit as far as possible from the family, and I sat to her right at the corner. Since I was right-handed with my chopsticks, this allowed my left hand to be free for other activities.
The server recognized me with a smile, and asked for our orders, and I first ordered two glasses of *Relax* Riesling. I had found that the wine was sweet enough to go with the lobster and yet still cut through the soy sauce that smothered almost everything served here. Then I ordered the steak and lobster combo meal for both of us, and requested the upgrade to filet mignon instead of the normal sirloin. I was pretty sure Kelsey had never been served anything like this before, and I was looking forward to her enjoying the meal. In more ways than one!
As we waited for our drinks, I subtly placed my hand on her thigh right at her hemline. We participated in the casual conversation at the table, but my mind was on the soft flesh of the woman next to me. Since she was sitting at the corner away from everyone, I could squeeze her warm thigh without anyone being the wiser. Hidden by the table top, I gently caressed and squeezed and caressed some more. For her part, Kelsey chatted with the other guests as if nothing was going on below the table top. I added what little I needed to add, while letting Kelsey carry most of the load of social mingling. I concentrated on sliding my hand up her thigh a little more, feeling the heat emanating from her pussy and loving it. It took quite some minutes before our lettuce salad with ginger dressing was served, and I used every minute. Without actually making contact with her bush, I came as close as I could. I caressed her inner thigh, stroking the soft skin gently. I stole a glance and saw her eyes were alive and vibrant. I hoped I was stimulating her and not pissing her off, but I was confident she would let me know if I crossed any line.
As our young and very cute Japanese server set the salad bowls in front of us, she glanced down and saw my hand in Kelsey's lap. She hesitated for barely a second, and then flashed a smile first at me and then at Kelsey. She leaned into Kelsey's ear for a few seconds, but I couldn't hear what she said. Then she turned and left for a second glass of wine for us.
I leaned over and whispered, "What did she say?" Kelsey gave me a very sexy smile but didn't answer. I repeated my question, and she gave me an exasperated smile, but still didn't answer. I decided to not bother Kelsey further, and finished my salad.
As the server returned with our refreshed drinks, I noticed that she slipped a second cloth napkin into Kelsey's lap. This time my curiosity overcame my patience, and I had to know what was going on. Kelsey leaned so close I felt her lips brush my ear.
"She said to not make any noise, and to make sure I didn't leave a wet spot on the chair when we left. Then her lips touched my ear for a second, and she left." Kelsey's eyes absolutely glowed when she continued. "I already made a wet spot, and added to it when she kissed my ear." And she giggled. Then she rejoined the table conversation.
Now I was nearly uncontrollable. I absolutely HAD to check on that wet spot. I reached for my wine glass to draw everyone's attention, and I pushed my fingers further up her dress and then down between her thighs to her chair. My fingers came away almost dripping with her juices. There was no question about it: Kelsey was getting very turned on by what we were doing in this public place. I wanted to lick my fingers and taste her so badly, but I just couldn't figure out how to do that without it being obvious to everyone at the table.
While my fingers were still between her thighs, I pressed them against her pussy and felt the heat and the wetness. Just then, the chef walked up, pushing the cart with all our food in front of him. I casually removed my hand, unsure whether or not he had noticed what I was doing. In the mild confusion of his entrance, I took the opportunity to raise my hand to my lips and suck my fingers clean of her juices. As I did this, I heard a noise behind me and looked over my shoulder into the eyes of our server. She looked down at my lap and saw my hardness snaking down my pants leg. She then looked at my wet fingers and smiled.
"Would the gentleman care for a second napkin like the lady?" she asked innocently.
Startled, I paused and looked at Kelsey. She was almost laughing. I looked back at the beautiful young server and saw she was almost laughing, too. So I decided to respond in kind.
"No, thank you. Things here are finger-licking good." This caused all three of us to laugh at this inside joke, even if it wasn't very funny. The server set our new glasses next to our plates and removed the empty glasses without another word.
Through the entire meal, I kept my hand in Kelsey's lap. As I caressed her thighs, I slid my hand a little higher every few moments. By the time the chef was serving our food, I was pressing my fingers against her pussy lips, feeling her wetness trickle down her thighs and onto the chair. I was certain she was making a large puddle there, and was suddenly concerned that she would leave a wet spot on the back of her dress. I bent down in my seat, acting like I was looking for my napkin on the floor near me, and took the opportunity to look closer at Kelsey's skirt. I discovered that she had scrunched her skirt in such a way that her bare ass was sitting on her chair. I had no idea how she had done that without me noticing her adjustment, but somehow she clearly had solved the problem of any potential wet spot on the material of her dress.
When I "found" my napkin under her chair, I straightened up and went back to eating and playing. Now I moved my fingers right up to her dripping lips, and softly stroked her wetness. She subtly spread her legs slightly, allowing me better access. I took this as approval, and slipped a finger inside her. She was so wet that my finger slipped in as far as it could go. As her lips parted to allow my finger inside, what seemed like a flood of her juices was released and dribbled to her chair. I almost came right there. I moved my finger in and out for a couple of minutes, finger fucking her as she ate. Thankfully, I had been here often enough that I could easily handle my chopsticks with my right hand, and I allowed my left hand to play even more aggressively. I pushed a second finger into her, and fucked her with both of them. She was so wet that I tried a third finger and found she accommodated it with ease. I stroked the inside of her pussy for several minutes, and then pushed for her G-spot. She subtly jerked, and moaned more loudly than she intended.
"This food is so good!" she declared with feeling. Everyone at the table agreed and went back to eating, and the chef looked at her. Apparently her words covered her exclamation.
"I am so glad you are enjoying yourself tonight. Do you think you will come again?" His eyes had a glint in them as he smiled.
"This was my first time, but maybe I can cum again later." Kelsey's dark brown eyes matched his glint, as she squirmed only slightly, and then quietly moaned again. To cover her sounds, she stuffed more food in her mouth and made more appreciative glances all around the table. As I looked, the children appeared to have no idea what was going on just a few feet from them, and the parents seemed totally occupied with their kids. But as I glanced at the young couple sitting across from us, I was sure they knew what I was doing under the table. While I was looking at them, the woman obviously reached into the man's lap. His eyebrows went up to his hairline, and then he smiled. When he saw me watching, he winked at me. *We are having an effect on them*, I thought for a moment. Just then, Kelsey set her glass down hard. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were squeezed tightly closed, her jaw firmly clenched. My fingers were squeezed tightly by her inner muscles, and I could tell she was cumming again. After a few seconds, she seemed to relax, and I let my fingers slip out of her wet tunnel and lightly stroked her pussy lips. I marveled at what we had just done, and I could not believe how much it turned me on!
As our chef finished cleaning his cooking area and thanked his nine guests, he turned to Kelsey and smiled.
"I hope you can come again," he quietly said, as his smile broadened.
"I am counting on it," Kelsey said, somewhat breathless in her reply. I subtly offered her my napkin but she ignored me. The server arrived with the checks for her customers, and smiled at Kelsey as she placed the check between us. I left more than enough money on the table to cover the bill and a large tip, and we stood to leave. As we walked out of the room, I let her proceed in front of me, and I could see her juices dripping down the inside of her thigh. And she made no move to hide the shiny liquid.
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Okay everyone, you're witnessing history in the making, the very first piece of literature I plan to submit to Yiffstar! I'd like to thank first my friend Ookami Shichiyou, who introduced me to the site, and secondly my friend Ryan, who got me into the idea of writing up this sort of literature. (He's read my other works and thinks I'm a kickass writer, so why not use that skill to help some people spill their seed after a long day?) P.S., Comments are greatly appreciated, thank you!
In any event, I now present to you my first furry lit, Emara and Worrin!
In the darkness of a forest clouded always by mists of physical and mental nature, through which no true path led and in which no seen creature resided, there was of sorts a mansion, a small castle if you will. It was built in basic design, a rectangle of ornate red wood and white stone with four higher towers at each corner, all capped with softly black slates which were separated from the wood by gold trim. The numerous windows were not quite shaded, but the view into them from inside was faint, no true forms able to be seen as much as simple shapes. These windows, along with the few doors, were rimmed with silver, leading one to the conclusion, and rightfully so, that the owner of the estate was a very rich person. To be exact, a very rich girl. Her name, as you might have gleaned, was Emara. She was tall, perhaps six feet or more, and her limbs were thin, yet muscled to some extent. Her eyes were a brilliant green, a shade that had won her most of her current servants, and the lashes were long and seductively abundant. Her fingers were long and gentle, and gave a calming touch that could settle even the angriest or saddest soul she encountered. Truly, she was a beacon of beauty, and those few who had seen her in the night, a tall, shapely vixen lurking through the trees and staring with her almost glowing eyes, regarded her almost as a legend. But what they could not glean from what they saw were some vital points to her description. For one, her entire body was covered in chestnut brown fur, excepting the white over her chest, stomach, and loins. also, the hair flowing long from her head was a lighter brown, as was another unusual feature she possessed; her foxlike tail. Her face was different also from the humans that achieved rare glances of her, shaped like a fox as the rest of her seemed to be to some degree. Her hair she usually tied up, so that it seemed a second extremely bushy tail had sprouted from the back of her head. This was the so-called 'Spirit of the forest'.
Today, however, her good natured smile was gone, and her normally good attitude was now stressed and irritated. She had been this way for days now, and no one, not even herself, could understand why. It seemed that she had some sort of... craving, but nothing she did could satisfy it. She had eaten full as she could many nights, but it was not hunger. She had read of her books long into the late hours, but it wasn't a thirst for knowledge. She even took to sprinting about the woods around her, but even that didn't stop the craving. For the life of her, she couldn't place what this odd craving was. In truth, there were two of them, but they always came and went at the same exact time. One took the form of an ache directly between her legs. The second was a duller throb in the left side of her chest, not the breast itself, but deeper in. For four days now, she had been feeling them and trying to work them off, but they had ony gotten worse. What WERE they... Finally, during a rest in one of her moonlight runs, she found a possible answer. For one, in her books someone always found someone they were happy with, not as a friend but as something much sweeter and deeper. When she read about these things, the throbbing in her chest worsened. She had never had someone like that... all she had were her servants, the numerous talking foxes that helped manage her home. All the time, they would sneak off to dark corners and do who knows what, loud moaning and cooing coming from their meeting places. Before, she didn't care what they did there, or think that there might be emotional attatchment. But now, she realized what they were doing, and the love that it (Sometimes) entailed. she needed this love, to fill the craving she had. What the other ache was, she couldn't figure out just now. But who was she to get this love from? There were none like her around, she had never seen anyone or anything except the foxes that infested her estate. Maybe one of them...? Most of them had already made bonds within their own group, and those that did not seemed rather runty or too dull to be chosen for this. So which one would it be...
As she pondered this, a small, rhythmic swishing sound announced that one of them had entered her room. She turned her attention from the world outside and her own fawning thoughts to the newcomer. The slight breeze ruffled her large, fluffy hair and made it partly cover her eyes as she looked him over. "Hello, little one," She said in a melodic tone to the medium sized, bushy orange fox before her. His eyes were large and brown, a bit adoring of her looks as he took a moment to remember his intent. "I... uh, came here to say your feast is done, Mistress..." She smiled at his bashful manner and swung her legs from the windowsill to look at him fully. "Call me Emara, and your name is...?" "My what?" he said, his eyes giving the impression of being snapped back to reality. She giggled and kneeled down to his level, petting him gently and smiling at the dreamy expression he let come on. "Your name, little one, what are you called?" "w-Worrin..." he said in a shuddering voice, almost fighting to keep his eyes open. "Is something wrong, Worrin?" After a moment, he choked out, "Y-you smell v-very pretty..." "Well, thank you, Worrin," She said, smiling wider as she picked him up, "Would you like to be my escort down to my 'feast'?" He stammered for a while before Emara put a finger over his lips, noting their softness. "Calm down, then try again." He took a few deep breaths then, with eyes closed, repeated, "I'd love to." "Good," she replied, holding him close to her C-cups as she left the room swiftly. During the feast of her servants and herself, Worrin got the honored spot sitting on her lap and eating from her hand, which seemed almost to make him faint with happiness. When they were done eating, Worrin had attempted to leap from her lap, but she caught him midair and held him to her chest again, adoring his shy behavior and his soft fur on hers. To the annoyance of some of the other foxes, she brought him immediately back to her room, shutting the door behind them.
"Miss Emara?" "Just call me Emara, I've told you that." "Right... Emara?" "Yes, little Worrin?" "...why are you making me watch you undress?" Her body now relieved of all but her most private garments, she turned away from her mirror and smiled at the small creature on her bed. "I'm not making you, you're choosing to." She pulled a chair up to herself and sat down, beginning to brush the mass of hair coming from her head. In the mirror, she noticed that he was still fixedly watching, and she smiled at his stark interest not in her hair or eyes, but just below her back. After a while, she turned and put her hands on her lap to talk to him. "Do you have anywhere you need to be? A little playmate waiting for you?" "No..." he said quietly, looking down at the bed ashamedly, "I'm sorta outcast..." "Why is that?" She crossed her legs and tilted her head, her hair bouncing slightly from the motion. "I don't know... I just don't make friends..." She took a moment to look him over, then she smiled and drew her back to full height. "I'll be your friend, if you'd like." She smiled inside at how his little eyes went wide as they could in excitement. For once, she saw him smile widely and start to wag his tail. For some reason, the cuter he kept acting, the more the ache in her loins voiced its need to be satisfied... "If you're going to be my friend," She started, "You need to help me with something." "Anything!" he blurted excitedly, his tail starting to audibly swish. "Okay, but it must be a secret, okay?" At his frantic nod, she stood up and walked over to his other side, sitting down on the bed again. She noted once more how his eyes followed either just below her neck or just below her back. "I've been having a little problem," she whispered into his attentive ear, "And I don't quite know what it is or how to stop it. Do you think you can tell me how to stop it?" "What is the problem?" He whispered back, taking his ear from her mouth and putting his mouth to hers. "I've been having some sort of ache; one right here, and one here," She explained, touching first her crotch, then the left side of her chest. His eyes dared not follow the first, but the second made him smile a little bit. "You need a boyfriend," He explained, trying not to laugh at her confused expression. "A boyfriend is a boy who... thinks you're really, really special, and he treats you better than any other girl." "Why would he do that?" Worrin thought a moment, then propped himself on his feet to look taller. "Depends on the girl he likes. Like for you, it might be cause you're pretty, and nice, and you always make people feel better when they talk to you, and-" She hastily put a finger over his mouth again, a bit wide eyed at all the positive things he had just rattled off. Very slowly, she let him open his mouth again. "So, the first ache is needing a boyfriend... what's the second one?" She asked. "If you had a boyfriend, he'd take care of it." "How? It feels almost... inside me..." Suddenly, her mind chanced on an idea. He knew how to rid her of the aches, and he seemed more than willing to help her with just about anything she asked... "Worrin?" "Yes?" "I think YOU should be my boyfriend." His eyes went wide and he swallowed heavily. "Well, you like me, right? For all those reasons you named?" "...I guess..." "And since you're kind enough to help, you should be my boyfriend." He didn't respond immediately, and it wasn't his voice that spoke when he did. Instead, he propped his little paws upon her thighs and, to the surprise of both, planted a kiss upon her lips. When they touched, for some reason the ache was both relieved and strengthened by it, like this was the right way to go, but it needed much more. Slowly, she put her arms over his smooth, furred back, delighted at the reassuring feeling of it. Almost instinctively, she began to move her ow lips about gently as Worrin was, but she felt clumsy compared to him. After a few minutes, she pulled back from him, mouth open and panting ever so lightly. "What... was that?" Worrin gave a dreamy smile and licked his lips a little. "It's called a kiss... and that was my first one." Now the ache in her loins was screaming its needs, and it even felt a bit... wet to her. She put a hand down to check on herself, and found that it was indeed a bit moist for no reason she could place. But the ache there seemed slightly calmed by her own touch, and she looked to Worrin for an explination. She found that his eyes were glued to where her hand was, his mouth slightly open and his tongue lolling out, and his tail swishing madly in excitement. Most of all, she noticed his erect member, given that he didn't try to hide it and it was a decent six or seven inches long, one and a half or so wide. It took him a moment to realize this, and when he did he tried to hide himself awkwardly from her view. She brushed his paws aside and took a hold of it, causing him to shudder and take a shakey breath as the ache between her legs told her that this would be a good way to satisfy it. "I think I know how to take care of the ache down there," He blurted out, eyes shut and his legs fanned slightly. "But you said only boyfriends could do that," she replied, starting to absent-mindedly move her hand up and down. He gave an anxious moan and started to move his hips so that it slid more in her grasp, and she stopped him. "Are you or are you not?" He took a long moment to calm himself, but his member didn't calm in the least. "Well?" Emara said, a combination of anxious and impatient. "Emara..." He swallowed once in anticipation, "I would... like to be your b-boyfriend..." She made a little sound of excitement and went to hug him, but he held himself back to keep his cock from hitting her chest and getting hurt. She giggled, put him down, and smiled. "Now how do we get rid of my problem?" "You need to get rid of those," He said, pointing to her panties with the paw not slowly rubbing himself. She was confused, but did as he requested. When she did, he moved to his front two paws were over her curvy hips, the back two against her thighs. "Now, take the other one off, lay down, and I'll handle the rest," He smiled, his tail starting to swish once more as he supressed the urge to rush into it yet. She quickly removed her bra and propped some pillows behind her head, undoing her hair and letting it cascade over the velvet pillowcase like a silky waterfall. She batted her eyes at Worrin and smiled down at his lean little frame, so eager to please... He gently rocked his hips and slid himself into her, wincing a bit at her tightness. She let her eyes flutter shut and let a quiet, soft moan escape her slightly open lips as her hands went to gently pet at his back, almost urging him on. He put up his head to lick and nibble at her wrists while he started to gently move himself back and forth. All the sensations he was causing, the tickling on her arms, the tingle in her loins, the feeling of happiness, they were all so... wonderful! "You're very good at this..." she panted, her eyes closing a bit more as her petting fell into a soothing rhythym to his thrusting. Her fingertips could feel the bucking of his hips beneath them through his silky smooth fur, and her arms could feel the gentle caressing of his tongue and lips upon them. Most of all, her clenched, wet slit could feel his hardened tool sliding in and out, plenty lubed by her own secretions already and only getting wetter. The ache between her legs begged her to make him go harder, and with a breathless moan she whispered, "Harder, Worrin..." He gripped the sheets under his paws and began to pump his slightly dampened hips harder, letting up the licking and amorous nibbling upon her arm to better the pleasure of his lovemaking. Her toned, slim stomach felt his head lean upon it as he closed his eyes slowly, panting hot on her fur. Looking up, he could see her open moan of excitement between her breasts, and he began trying to move his mouth up to them, still pumping his hips to a quickening pace. Without taking himself from the tender pink of her pussy, he made his lips wrap around the top of one of them and began to lick and suck, making her back arch slightly and her moans climb higher and louder, her lips clenching tighter around his rod. She put one arm behind his head and the other over his back, grabbing the hip on the other side almost frantically tight. to her surprise, she slowly began to let something seep into his mouth, making him moan and hum in happiness upon her trembling skin. The hand on his back began to slide down closer to his ass, adoring the feeling of it pumping back and forth faster and harder each time he sucked the warm, soft secretion of her chest. With no forethought, she put her hand up and gave him a rough spank, making his arms come closer to her sides so he could fuck her harder. But no matter how rough his hips went, the ache in her slit kept ordering her to get him fucking harder and harder still, her sex starting to tingle as it kept steadily getting wetter and wetter. She could tell his own loins were starting to get worked up as well, from his climbing moans and tightly shut eyes. His thrusting kept getting harder until his sack started to make rough contact with her lips, a small skin on skin sound tickling her ears as she kept nearing her climax, feeling like her pussy was about to explode in the most pleasurable way she could imagine. Finally, she felt something give inside her. A sudden rush of her essence and a rough tightening of her soft pink lips signaled that she had come, her back arched high and her head thrown back as she almost screamed out in pleasure. Her grip was now so tight that it almost didn't let Worrin pull back out each thrust, clinging onto all seven inches of his hard, warm cock almost desperately. She felt it tighten and twitch, and worrin rammed himself in up to the base as he gripped her tight as he could, his body shivering as his own orgasm released a warm, thick essence into her tender slit. Her back fell to the bed and her eyes loosed, but remained shut. For a while, all they did was pant deeply, before he went to pull himself out of her. She clenched tight on his so he couldn't, and shook her head, smiling weakly and petting him slowly, her soft hands trailing over his head and down the silky fur of his back. "You stay right there..." The murmured, on the verge of an exhausted sleep. He smiled up at her and crawled up into her arms, still slightly inside her, and snuggled up to her breasts as they both passed out with wide, loving smiles.
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Emara and Worrin by Keva Stonemane
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The trip back from the two-day retreat was just as sloshy and wobbling as had been promised, made even worse by the fact that Iris refused to use their time at the town to empty herself; in fact, she seemed overjoyed by the fact that her tits were so full they hung close to her knees and protruded several feet in front of her and to her sides, happily bumping into anyone that got too close and taking every opportunity she could find to smush her lovely Tempest in between her milky mounds. The train ride was even worse, with the larger swan taking up a whole seat just for her bust, kneeling on the ground next to it so she could use her tits as a pillow and drawing enough of a blush out of her partner that he feared it would become a permanent fixture. It didn’t get better when they arrived back at their house; Tempest insisted on the two of them immediately taking a bath, not just because the trip from the cabin had left them sweaty and tired, but mostly because their shower was the only place with a drain strong enough to withstand the sheer amount of milk that had built up inside his lover’s chest. Much to his consternation, however, Iris flat out refused the offer, and instead did something far more drastic... Inside one of her drawers, she kept a pair of nipple clamps that rarely got any use, mostly due to how expensive they were to replace if anything went wrong. Their cost was directly linked to their rather unique ability to “extend” to meet any demands, and with what Iris had planned, they were just the things for her. For the swan had no intention of milking herself down; quite the contrary, in fact. Those two days of allowing herself to fill up and grow ever bigger and heavier had been the best experience she’d had in years, even managing to surpass the many loving nights with her mate Tempest. It was raw, it was carnal pleasure in its simplest, most primal form, the knowledge that she could simply grow as large as she wanted by just literally doing nothing. It only took her a couple of calls to work to secure her ability to operate her workstation from home, after which there were no obstacles to her goal of achieving even greater sizes than before. Of course, poor Tempest was the one who had to deal with everything that came with it. Still needing to physically head to his workplace meant that he was out of the house for hours at a time… therefore always returned to a swan that was noticeably bigger than when he last left her. With her bosom already at such an absurd size, gaining even more of it was as easy for Iris as, once again, doing literally nothing, but even that wasn’t enough for the growth-hungry swan. No, she needed more, deserved more. By her calculations, it would take weeks before she got anywhere close to what she wanted for herself, and thus Tempest’s help was needed.
The smaller of the two was initially extremely reluctant to lend his hand to his lover’s insane schemes. “You’re too big,” he would say, blushing furiously whenever Iris loomed over him and threatened to squeeze him dry without using her arms, “what’ll happen if you get bigger?” Of course, both of them knew exactly what would happen in that case; Tempest, in particular, was acutely aware of the effects such a thing would have on him, hence why he was so adamant on stopping it before it got too late… but with him needing to be away from Iris for so long every day, the willpower to resist the growing swan just got more and more insignificant as the weeks carried on, until one day, he finally broke. By that point, his lover had allowed her plugged tits to grow to the point where each one was bigger than she herself was, hanging one or two inches off the ground whenever she bothered to wear her massive slingshot bikini, or bumping against it when she didn’t. Moving from room to room had become impossible, and thus Iris spent her time in the living room, which they had turned into a kind of office space for herself. For the duration of that slow filling, both of her tits had remained untouched by Tempest’s hands, much to Iris’ irritation; but with his ability to resist turned to dust, the smaller swan arrived home one day, dropped his bag, and then unceremoniously declared that Iris had won, he had lost, and he would do everything she wanted him to do. He then capped that off by letting his body fall onto his lover’s bosom, sinking into the warm, inviting abyss of her fluffy cleavage and rubbing himself all over it. This, of course, marked the beginning of Iris’ real plan. Each tender touch and loving caress provided by Tempest had a powerful effect on her body; whether it be something unique to him or a biological byproduct born out of the shared bond between the two, his rubbing and massaging encouraged her body to produce even more milk than it usually did. This was normally transitory, and her production would go back to normal after a few hours, but now that she had effectively eroded Tempest’s willpower and then reshaped it into a form more suitable for her plans, she wouldn’t need to worry about anything. Calling up her lover’s workplace and asking for a few days off was harder than expected, but nothing that a few well-placed sloshes and the promise of a bed made of tits wouldn’t make his boss reconsider. Simple enough at that point to let her lover stay home with her for as long as he wanted, after which he was put to work again, that time making her even larger. His new task was to, put simply, love her tits. That’s all she needed him to do: spend every moment of every day rubbing and kneading and kissing and moaning into her enormous, milkstuffed udders, driving them to even higher production and thus allowing her to become even bigger than she already was. Tempest, once reticent to indulge that aspect of Iris’ desires,
had fully succumbed to the same kind of growthlust that had befallen the larger swan, and was thus happy to spend whole days using his entire body to properly tend to his mate’s bust. This had the desired effect and then some; with her milkiness continuously increased, even during the night after Tempest began using her body as a bed, Iris knew that she’d be immobilized very quickly… but even if the required mass came, she somehow remained mobile despite it all. In just a few days, her breasts came to rest on the ground even if she pulled them up with the bikini; removing it would make the floor creak under the pressure, and yet she found no difficulty in just pushing herself around, even if the whole “rubbing the underside of her tits against the carpet” thing made it exceptionally difficult to think about anything. Walls became things of the past; Iris decided one day that she didn’t want to stay in the living room anymore, and so broke through the thin barrier between it and the bathroom like it was nothing. Showering that day was immensely satisfying, especially when Tempest spent hours and hours underneath the running water just napping along on the sea of milk that were his lover’s breasts. Getting out, however? Less easy. But still Iris insisted on keeping her milk inside of her, even when the sloshing became so loud that it was impossible to hear anything else; one would think moving would be the issue, but even while standing still the massive swan produced enough noise to drown out the television on full volume. Much as she didn’t like to admit it, this was having one hell of an effect on her libido as well; Tempest wasn’t in much of a position to complain, being that he spent half his day worshipping her tits and the other half cock-deep inside of her eager slit, but Iris began feeling a burning desire for more that even her lover couldn’t satisfy. Milk. She began downing gallons of it, in the vain hope that it would make her bigger. Supplements, boosters, anything to help improve her productivity. The days passed, her tits growing larger and larger until they were as tall as her, then a few inches taller, then finally towered several feet above her head. It was impossible for Iris to see in front of her, and while she could theoretically move herself, doing so would lead to their entire house crumbling; her tits had grown enough to graze the ceiling, weighty enough that the floor barely handled them. The swan feared that if she were to do anything more than a gentle inch-long slide every hour, their apartment would come tumbling down onto the one below it. So, obviously, more was needed.
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You're going to quit smoking and I'm going to make you...
Mmmmm where to start...
Well, I think we start off the whole agreement with a real good dirty fucking...
Then, they say that it takes 7 weeks to change the habit, so... I think a daily blow job is in order, to get you through the first week..
At the end of the first week, you deserve a bigger reward... I'm going to wait for you to come home from work bent over with my ass in the air, looking back at you seductively and teasing you by playing with my pussy.
I'll get it nice and wet until it runs down my legs, after that I'll spread my ass cheeks for you then tell you that your little girl made an awful mess and needs a clean up... sounds like a good reward for 1 whole week of not smoking.
Starting week two...We can move our incentives to the domestic route... after all, as much as I love that beautiful cock, I've got housework to keep up on... every day during the 2nd week, as I'm doing the household chores. While you're at home, chores will be done in a french maid's outfit, or an apron with nothing underneath. This includes cooking. Only exception being if there are children or guests present.
Your reward for completing two whole weeks of not smoking shall be a home cooked dinner of your choice. Prepared in the same manner as meals throughout the week... served according to your wishes...
Meaning that you may choose to have me shower and dress for dinner and join you for dinner, you may want me to sit on the table naked, with my legs spread open, and your meal sitting on the table between them, you may choose to have me laying on the table naked, where you proceed to dish your own food out and use my body as your dinner plate...like I said, your choice..
Week 3: you will have a 30 minute massage every day that you don't smoke. These include requests. Massages will last a minimum of 30 minutes.
At the conclusion of week 3, you will come home to find me wearing a rope bra, and ready to be tied to your bed in a position of your choosing.
Week 4: daily porn.
We will watch together and act out or role play daily...
End of Week: we will film our own porn video; acting out a scenario of your choice from one of your erotica writings.
Week 5: repeat your favorite or choose your own adventure.
End of week: repeat your favorite, or have a sexy adventure with a strap on...
I'm going to fuck the urges out of you honey...you will never want a cigarette again...even an after sex cigarette.
Week 6: daily masturbation
Many variations available here...
You want to watch me masturbate, well baby, you get a whole week to let me know exactly what you want to see. For example, you may want to video chat with me and make me continually masterbate for as long as it takes you to drive to work. Maybe you want me to videotape myself masterbating in your car... ok.
Maybe you want me to rub my pussy all through dinner, so that I'm begging for you for dessert...OK.
End of Week: your choice
We're up to week 7...
Week 7: daily dessert of your choice and nightly I will bathe you and wash your body for you. This can be as much or little as you want. Maybe you want to lick whipped cream off of me every day! Maybe you want me to make your favorite dessert and eat it in bed with you...maybe you already have a favorite and we go out to eat somewhere for dessert. It's up to you... and you have 7 days to work with!
End of the Week: at this point you've made it 7 whole weeks without smoking. You deserve a big reward. I'm thinking that you're going to come home to find a friend there drinking wine with me...
After you've had dinner and a shower and a chance to relax, you're going to get the best blow job of your life. With two tongues dualing over your delicious fuck stick and your hot, thick, sweet cum.
Now, this is an agreement, so there are rules.
1. If you smoke, you forfeit the end of the week activity. And we go back 1 week instead of progressing to the next week.
2. Weeks 1-4 can be rearranged but not split up.
3. Any and all activities may be recorded and kept for personal viewing pleasure, or incentive when the temptation to smoke is strong.
Finally...when you have successfully completed 8 weeks without any smoking, your efforts will be rewarded with a weekend getaway to a secluded cabin... with a hot tub, for a romantic weekend. This WILL include road head!!
So, do you think I would be able to help you stop smoking?
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I return home from a long business trip to a house lit with candles and you greet me at the door with a glass of wine, wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. You step up and kiss me, and my whole body responds as all of me has missed all of you. One kiss, and the time apart has melted away and the power of living in the moment, this moment, hits me and I don't want this kiss, this feeling to end.
Looking up into my eyes, you take my hand and pull me behind you, the smell of your hair and the taste of wine from your lips still lingering...
Leaving my bag at the door, you take me by the hand and lead me through the suite into the bedroom room, where the fire is lit, the curtains are drawn and the bed is turned down. Arching my eyebrows and nodding to the bed, you smile, then shake your head no, or not yet...
I see the hunger in your eyes, echoed in mine and I stand still as you touch my face. You are in control ... for the moment...
You slowly undress me, there in front of the fire so that I can feel the heat on my skin as each layer falls away, until I am naked before you. Shivering in the chill or anticipation of the moment.
You touch my lips with your own, pressing against me, letting your towel fall away, and it seems to fall in slow motion, until I can fell the full length of you. You pull me close, skin to skin, kiss me with your full body, and the points where our bodies make contact warm in contrast to the cool sir.
You then lead me into the bathroom where you have drawn a hot, steaming bath piled high with bubbles.
Together, we slip into the warm waters, you leaning against my back, me sitting in behind you, my arms around you, my mouth caressing your neck. Mmmmmm I love kissing your neck. And I can tell that you are enjoying the kisses as well, as...
You relax against me, lulled by the wine and the heat, yielding yourself to the comforting sensation
of simply being with me. Music is playing in the background, but you only hear my breathing in your ear, melodic, it further relaxes you. Warm, it comforts you.
For a while, we are content just to lie still, and to be, but eventually my hands start to move, sliding up and across your abdomen, slippery under water, rising to your breasts and drawing lazy circles in the bubbles over them. Not quite a massage, just a touch, but still my hands feel like fire - hotter than the water,and you feel my pulse quickening at my touch.
You squirm to get further back against me, feeling our bodies slide against one another, you moan as my kisses move up your neck, and the tip of my tongue finds your ear, tracing its outline, while my fingers skillfully draw out your nipples.
When my hand dips lower, between your legs, you gasp. It has been so long that you feel that you may cum with just one stroke of my hand.
You whimper as my fingers slide across you, teasing your lips, circling your clit, bringing it to full attention.
Your hips buck to meet my hand as I slip first one finger, then two, deep inside you curling up and rubbing and stimulating the tissue inside you. Soaked with your juices, I find your g-spot, sending waves through your body.
"Let go" I whisper, and so you do, surrendering your body to my touch, to the feeling of one hand playing with your breasts, my lips kissing on your neck and shoulders, and my fingers moving inside of you until you cannot stop the tidal wave.
I feel your vagina clamping down on my fingers and your clit slamming against my hand as your orgasm overtakes you.
As You catch your breath, you lay back, content, against me, the warm water and bubbles lapping at your breasts, my hardness pressed against my back.
The oils that you have added to the bath have made us both very slippery; and I am enjoying the sensation of your entire body sliding against me. Our skin is shiny and slick, the water forming droplets that glisten in the reflected light of the many candles around the room.
We can still feel the heat from the fire in the neighboring bedroom, embers glowing in the semi-dark, while the candles and the steam from the bath have made the bathroom comfortably warm, and i don't feel a chill when you tell me to rise and sit on the edge of the tub.
My arms support you on either side, feet still dangling in the water. When you turn to face me, kneeling in the water, my feet. rubbing along my sides, teasing your slippery breasts, then hooking behind your back, drawing you closer.
You take my right foot in your hands, and feel my toes, slippery between your fingers, tickling them lightly, kissing them tenderly, as your hands move over my sole, up my ankle, massaging my calf, then my knee.
You repeat this with my left foot, this time nibbling on my toes, drawing one and then another into your mouth. You massage my left calf, then my shin, trailing your hands up to my knee. All the while, I am mesmerized by your body, glistening and glowing in the candlelight. Your breasts swinging rhythmically as your hands touch my legs, causing me to harden
Pushing my knees far apart, your hands continue their journey, up my slippery thighs, darting beneath my legs, moving back on top, inching your way upward, exploring the muscles of my thighs, your kisses trailing behind the path left by your hands.
Adding a bit more oil to your hands, you reach the parting of my thighs, and you slip your hands beneath me, and feel the heaviness of my balls, a pleasant weight, warm, full of life, sliding, rolling in your palms.
You can't resist kissing one testicle, and then the other, using your tongue to probe and separate, to slide in between their roundness.
Your exploration is interrupted, though, by the thumping of my shaft on top of my head. You smile, a hungry smile, at seeing how hard you have made me, and how badly I want to feel your lips on my member, so hard and erect.
Grinning up at me, You shift back a bit, sliding along my thighs, supporting yourself and driving me mad with desire for you as I feel the sides of your breasts as the slip along the inside of my hypersensitive thighs.
Now you are in position, you can grab the base of my cock with your hand, feeling it jump at your touch.
Mmm...warm, and hard, and slippery, you can feel my heartbeat pulsing through it.
Holding me still, You take a minute to just to look at me, your eyes moving from my face back down to my member, you see the way the veins trace patterns along the shaft, see the head, dark and shiny, notice the ridges where the head joins my shaft, and the drops of pre-cum oozing out of the very tip. I am mesmerized watching you just look at me.
With your other hand, you touch a finger to my very tip, smoothing my juices over the head, mixing it the with the oils, painting the pre-cum on the crown and making it even shinier.
And then you can resist no more, so with a smile, you lower your head, inhaling my scent, before using my cock to trace along your lips, parting them, letting your tongue come out to taste me, warm, salty-sweet.
You savor the smoothness of my tip, rolling your tongue up and over and around, You feel the slit and try to dip your tongue in, seeking more of my juices, suckling a bit to draw them out. You take my swollen head into your mouth, wrapping it with your wonderful tongue and lips, feeling me pressed up against the roof of your mouth and just hold me there for a minute, a long wonderful minute, trying to memorize the feeling.
Meanwhile, your free hand has reverted to its exploration of my legs, drawing lazy lines up the insides of my thighs, playing with my balls, ducking underneath them to feel the silky smoothness of the skin behind them, and following it to where it disappears between my cheeks, lightly stroking back over my anus. I feel your fingers and shudder as you press lightly there, then moving back up top to curl your fingers in the pubic hair around my base.
Wanting to draw me deeper now, you bend forward sliding down my shaft, inch by inch, your tongue exploring my sides as a you go, until you have me as deep as you can manage. You wrap your lips tightly around me, savoring the fullness and the warmth of my shaft in my mouth, rotating your head this way and that so that different parts of my head connect with your tongue, until you find my pulse... throbbing...
You feel one of my hands move to your hair, my fingers running through it, knotting it in my hands. You hear my breath getting rapid, ragged, and a small groan escaping my lips, and it arouses you even more to know the effect that you are having on me... knowing that I want to thrust myself in and out of your mouth, but I hold back, waiting for your lead.
You begin to move your mouth, slowly at first, up and down my shaft, followed by the hand that is still gripping the base of my cock.
You swirl your tongue over my head every time you get close to the end of my length, you suck me back in...deep into your throat.
My cock is jerking in your hands now, and my scrotum, pulls up, getting tight and this spurs you on, to stroke me faster. Now your hand ducks between your own legs, feeling your own arousal...your lips puffy, and slick with bath oil, your clit engorged with anticipation of what would come...
I'm not sure whose sounds are whose, as I'm making small noises of need that are echoed by yours.
When you started this, you thought that you were going to be satisfied with pleasing me, and perhaps touching yourself. But now you know that you need more, that you need me deep inside of you.
And so you rise from the tub, using ,me for balance and draw me up with you. Dripping moisture on the floor, you press against me... our hot, slippery bodies meeting full on...your breasts smashed against me, my cock trapped between us, my mouth desperately seeking yours, needing that connection.
You feel me hard against you, my arms wrapped around you making us merge into one. Our bodies slide against each other, and this only increases your need to a more frantic pitch.
You drag me across the room to the counter with it's mirror behind. Bending at the waist, supporting yourself on the counter, you pull me behind you, wanting to watch both of our faces in the mirror as I enter you from behind.
Your hand guides me and you gasp as you feel my cock part my lips, first sliding up and over your clit, slick with your juices, the friction is a fantastic warm up and you respond, pushing back against me, guiding my hard swollen cock to your entrance.
You lustfully pant, "I want you NOW!" Not willing to wait, you push back against me , and I'm hard, so hard, and you take all of me into you with one thrust. A loud noise comes from somewhere deep inside of you as you feel me bottom out in your pussy.
Smiling at me in the mirror, You look at my hands on your hips, my height behind you, our joining below the waist, your breasts hanging down... swinging in rhythm. We make a such beautiful sight!
You hold still for a moment, just feeling me throbbing and pulsing inside of you, looking up at my reflection in the mirror, standing behind you, keeping you waiting for the next move.
You shiver as my wrap your arms around you, pulling you tighter, closer. You watch my hands reach around and fondle your breasts as I begin to move inside of you. My hands first cup them, feeling their full weight, as our eyes lock in the mirror. you feel my fingers find your nipples, drawing them out with my touch, flicking over them with the tips of my fingers.
Still caught in the reflection of your eyes, I feel you push back in need as I slide partway out then back in, testing our fit, like a couple of puzzle pieces, wiggling to see how deep I can go. And enjoying the show as you gorgeous boobs swing with my wiggles while your face is filled with lust and desire. You are so very beautiful.
You grind your hips against me in circular motions, wanting to feel my cock touch every part inside of you. You contract the muscles in your vagina as hard as you can, knowing that always impresses and excites me, knowing that you are trying to embrace my cock with yourself.
You feel yourself building towards climax. It isn't going to take you long to get there and I can tell you are close. And as I start to pick up speed, you can no longer look at me in the mirror. Your eyes closed, as you surrender yourself to the sensations. Knowing that a spectacular climax is building and close.
Our breath is getting irregular. as you are bucking back against me, meeting each thrust with one of your own, and now verbally urging me to go faster...harder... harder...longer...deeper... feeling the weight of my balls swinging and knocking against you, adding to the overall sensations that you are feeling.
We are almost a blur of motion, moving together.
You are totally lost in the moment, lost in me (while I'm in you).
You sense that I am close to coming too, lasting so long, but now its time, and I am beginning to swell inside you and you contract against me again, pulling me in.
And you shudder when my hand reaches around and finds you clit, rock hard and slippery, as I slide our juices over its hardness, pushing you over the edge and at the same moment that you feel me begin to spill inside you, your contractions meeting my pulses as I cum hard inside you.
Tears of joy, of ecstasy coming down your face, as the feelings overwhelm you- a mixed sense of euphoria and peace and wholeness. Legs weak, your rock back against me and I pull you close. Content and happy we are one.
When you are able to open your eyes again, You find me looking at you in the mirror and grin at the sweaty sight of us, still joined together, my strong arms wrapped around you ... content smiles on our faces.
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