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1,256 | Stone of the Phalanx | "Who are you?" Fromthefield asked, astonished by the immense amount of power he sensed radiating from the stranger.
"I am Q, from the Q continuum. The people who left the Stone here are the Phalanx, a group that split from the continuum billions of years ago. They didn't want to follow our rules, so we destroyed them. This is known as the Great Battle. It took us nearly 5 million years to track them down and kill them. The Phalanx were only interested in playing with life, so they created a number of races around the galaxy for the purpose of playing with them. Apparently, they left the stones here in the hope of bringing the Phalanx back to life. This must never happen. So we will guide you. But remember, the evil of the Phalanx lies dormant within you. If you choose to accept the powers, you will have to learn to control it. We, the Q, are... well, you could describe us as Gods. We can control everything - life, death, matter, antimatter, etc. After you accept the responsibility as a Phalanx, I will personally train and guide you. Do you have any more questions, Frederic?"
"How do you know my name?"
"The Q know everything. As I told you before, we are Gods, remember."
"That training, how will it go?"
"It will be conducted whenever you want it, but the less you train per day, the longer it will take. The training will be modified by your progress, so you will never fall behind or run ahead. If you train 5 hours a day, the training will take about 10 weeks. The last day will be an introduction to the Q-continuum, where we live. It will be an enriching or maybe frightening experience. You will be a class 7 or 8 Q by the end of your training."
"What class are you?"
"I am a class 11 Q, which indicates I have complete control over everything and I generate power of 50,000 black holes per minute. This is enough to know everything and control everything within the limits of a galaxy."
"Wow! That is some power!"
"Not much in comparison to a class 12 Q, who can do the same within this universe."
"How much weaker will I be?"
"A class 8 Q can generate enough power to act within a radius of approximately 100 to 150 light years."
"That will be enough, I think. When can we begin?"
"As I told you, whenever you want, but you might want to get a subject to test your new skills on."
School would start again in a few days, so Frederic thought that he could get as many subjects there as he wanted. Q apparently tried to read his thoughts. Instinctively, Frederic raised a shield, and at that same time, Q frowned. Immediately, Frederic felt a burning sensation in his head. He pumped more energy into his shield. The burning stopped as Q stopped trying.
"What was that?"
"I tried to read your mind. Because of your shield, I tried harder, but in the end, your shield was more powerful than I imagined, so I stopped. Normally, you would not even know I tried to read your mind, because of my strong skills. It seems that you are more powerful than we anticipated, so I will have to talk to my fellow Q. I will return in a few days."
A bright white flash, and Q was gone, leaving a puzzled Frederic.After a few brief seconds, there it was, a runabout.
"Hey, you said the Enterprise-D. No fair!"
"Don't you think creating a ship the size of the Enterprise wouldn't go unnoticed?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then hop in, I'll create the Enterprise behind the moon, so it can watch the earth, and us, without being detected by this backwards race."
After a brief trip of 5 minutes, the runabout Frederic reached the far side of the moon. All of a sudden, there she was. The Enterprise.
"Enterprise, prepare for docking." "Acknowledged," a female voice responded.
"Boy, do I know that voice well," Daphnix said. "Yep, and it's all ours, captain."
In a flash, both boys were in Starfleet uniform. Frederic had admiral's pips on his collar, and Daphnix had captain's pips.
"Welcome on board, Admiral Fromthefield and Captain Smith," the female computer voice responded.
"Transport us directly to the bridge."
They materialized in the center of the bridge, in front of the main viewscreen. Frederic sat down in the command chair, while Daphnix sat next to him, in the chair for the second officer. |
1,257 | Stone of the Phalanx | "Phalanx? Phalanx? Wake up, Phalanx. No time to sleep now."
"Wha... What? Where am I?"
"There you are. I was afraid something had happened to you."
"What was that Phalanx stuff? How long have I been unconscious?"
"You were unconscious for about 15 minutes. Now that the 3 Stones have been combined, the Phalanx has formed. Once I join with you, you will be the embodiment of the Phalanx."
"15 minutes? I have to find my sister!"
Frederic jumped up and ran into the house, tearing open doors along the way. He never bothered to check whether they were locked, he just ripped them out and smashed them aside. Finally, he found his sister. She was hanging on the wall, tied at the wrists and ankles, spread in an X figure.
"Barbs, what happened to you?"
She didn't answer him. He then read her mind, replaying the events that had happened to her.
After she was dragged into the car, Razul had ripped off her clothes. Razul kissed her while her hands were being bound behind her back by John, the man Frederic had ripped reality for. While Razul enjoyed himself with her nipples, kissing one while twisting the other, John had one finger in her pussy. Barbara cried out in pain as the two men were raping her. Suddenly, Barbara was pushed back, right on her bound hands. Razul's gigantic cock forced its way inside her steaming pussy. This mistreatment had gotten her hot. Apparently, she was lying on top of John, because after about 5 thrusts, she felt him enter her virgin ass. She gasped in pain. While she was doing that, a dildo entered her mouth, all the way in. They sealed it off with duct tape. The 2 men continued violating her, changing places every now and then, until they stopped at the house where Frederic found her.
Barbara was dragged upstairs and bound in the way Frederic found her. Razul had tried to alter her mind, trying to make her his love slave. Fortunately, Frederic's constant modifying of her mind had made her resistant to this power. Razul had gotten mad and slammed maximum force into her mind. Her mind had withdrawn into her subconscious level, making her lose consciousness. Razul was prevented from doing any more damage by Frederic's early appearance.
After seeing that, Frederic had gotten horny as hell. But first things must come first, and he healed her body and repaired any damage to her mind. Slowly, Barbara regained consciousness.
"Frederic, thank god."
"It's OK, Barbara, I'm here, you're fine. Razul took the wrong man to mess with."
"Will you untie me now?"
"No, first I will have some fun with that wet little pussy of yours."
Frederic had noticed her wetness. Barbara liked being tied up like this.
Frederic hurried out of the remnants of his clothes and impaled her with his cock. He grabbed her tits and twisted them. Barbara screamed in pain and pleasure. She liked the movement of his cock against her violated clit. Barbara was on the edge of climaxing, as Frederic took control and held her there, preventing her climax. For the next 5 minutes, Barbara begged for her climax. On the same time as Frederic climaxed, he released her. She came for 5 minutes in a row, at least.
He untied her, and under cloak, flew them home, after taking good care of the house and the car. There was no sign of the driver, and he didn't care. The man was harmless.
He put his sister to bed and made her sleep. He guessed 12 hours would be enough. He needed the time to bind with the Phalanx, and besides, she needed the sleep.
He went upstairs, to his room. After he pulled out the Phalanx, he lay on top of his bed, putting the white stone on top of his chest. "OK Phalanx. Bind with me."
"Acknowledged."
Frederic slowly began to feel awkward. He looked up and what he saw startled him. Big time.
The Stone began to liquefy, its white light growing more and more intense. After maybe 10 to 15 minutes, the now liquid Phalanx poured into his skin, entering his body through the sweat glands.
Frederic lost consciousness after 10 minutes.
Frederic woke up, slowly, like coming out of a coma. He felt incredible. The power flowing through his veins was overwhelming. He realized now, he knew everything about his powers, about the Phalanx, where they came from, how they lived, how they came to their end.
He also, slowly, very slowly, began to understand the universe and the creatures that lived in it. It was like his brain couldn't absorb the knowledge and had to expand in order to use or contain it. As this process accelerated, the knowledge became more and more clear.
Frederic got out of the bed and walked downstairs. He got into the back yard and he began to experiment with his powers. He made a pool appear and disappear. Now he was fooling around with the weather. He found it to be a little too cold lately.
Suddenly, a bright white flash came right behind him.
He turned around and...
Sorry about that. I'll let you in on a little secret. In the next chapter, Q will make his appearance.
If anyone has any suggestions or comments, please e-mail me at [email protected] |
1,341 | The Secret World of Alex Mack | "Hi, mom," Alex said, bounding down the stairs with Annie in tow.
"Hi, girls. How was your day?" asked Barbara Mack. She had just gotten home from a long day at the office and was super tired.
"Okay. I'm going to go over to Ray's house, alright?" Alex inquired.
"Sure, honey. Be back by six for dinner," Barbara answered.
"Okay," Alex responded, and then grabbed her jacket and walked out the front door.
As Alex walked to Ray's house, she thought about what had just happened with her sister Annie. All of it seemed so sudden that she hadn't gotten over all of it. Alex found herself rubbing her crotch several times on the walk to Ray's. Alex thought about what she and Annie could possibly do tonight, given the chance. A slight smile crossed her face as she walked up to Ray's door and rang the bell. The door opened, and Ray's mom, Mrs. Alvarado, came out.
"Hi, Alex. Ray's upstairs. You can go on up," she said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Alvarado," Alex replied and headed up the stairs.
Alex climbed up the stairs and turned down the hallway towards Ray's room. The door was closed, but Alex just knocked on it lightly and went inside. What she saw inside surprised and scared the hell out of her.
Ray was lying on the floor naked, save for a towel wrapped around his waist, with a cut on his head. Alex immediately rushed over and checked to see if her friend was alright. He started mumbling when she reached him.
"Oh, geez, Ray, are you okay? Do you want me to call for help or anything?" asked Alex.
"No, no, I'm okay... I just hit my head," Ray answered meekly.
Alex helped Ray get to his feet, but when he did, Ray's towel fell off. Ray didn't immediately grab for it, since he was still holding his head to try and stop the blood coming from his wound. Since Alex was standing in front of him, she admired what she saw. Ray finally saw that he had lost his towel and reached down and wrapped it back around his waist.
"I guess you have seen every part of me now," Ray joked.
"Yeah," Alex replied.
Secretly, Alex thought about what she had just seen. After having had sex with her sister only an hour or so ago, 'why not go at it with Ray?' she asked herself.
"Can you turn your head or something so I can get some clothes on, Alex?" Ray asked.
"Huh, oh yeah, sure," Alex said and turned around, her back facing Ray, but she had other plans.
As Ray turned around and dropped his towel, Alex slowly turned back around and made a bold decision. She went over to Ray and turned his head towards her and kissed him full on the mouth, sending her tongue into Ray's mouth. Ray was rather stunned, but immediately drank up her kiss, sending his tongue probing into her mouth. When they broke, Alex pulled her t-shirt over her head.
"I've never done this before, Alex," Ray said.
"Neither have I. Seems that good friends should learn important stuff like this together. Right?" Alex replied.
"Who am I to argue with the girl with superpowers?" Ray laughingly answered.
Ray reached back and undid the clasp of Alex's bra, letting it fall to the floor. Alex then reached back and undid the buttons on her skirt. Alex then reached down and pulled off her shoes and then slipped her panties down, revealing her beautiful pussy. Ray, being a little stupid when it came to girls, knelt down and slowly traced the outlines of Alex's pussy. A small gasp escaped Alex, and Ray knew that he had the right idea. Ray started to lick the outer lips of Alex's cunt. Alex leaned back against a wall so that she wouldn't fall over and knock her head against the furniture like Ray had earlier.
Ray continued to lick at the lips of Alex's cunt, and Alex placed her hands on top of Ray's head to get a better sense of balance. Ray slowly moved his tongue inside Alex's pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Alex. Ray sped up his licking of the soft insides of Alex's pussy, making Alex start to buck her hips a bit and start groaning softly. Ray's tongue activities also started to make Alex glow a bit. Ray noticed it and took it as a sign that he was on the right track. Soon, Ray's efforts brought Alex to a crashing orgasm, with cum streaming out of Alex's sweet snatch, most of which Ray gobbled up, tasting the salty/sweet taste of it. The side effect of it, though, saw Alex literally glowing with pleasure after Ray had eaten her out.
"Ray, that was great," Alex said. "Now it's your turn."
Alex and Ray moved over to Ray's bed, where Ray sat at the edge of it, with Alex on her knees on the floor. Alex slowly took Ray's cock in her hands, and it soon became fully erect. Alex gasped at Ray's seven-inch cock, mainly because it was the first real time she had seen a guy's dick. Alex slowly took Ray's dick into her mouth, slowly licking the head. Alex continued, wrapping her tongue around Ray's cock. Ray groaned softly at the pleasure being brought by Alex. It was his first real sexual experience with a girl, and it was great as far as he was concerned. Alex continued rolling Ray's dick around in her mouth and then started bobbing her head up and down, throating Ray's seven inches, giving him the best blowjob of his life. Ray's groans became louder, and Alex sped up her pace. Soon, Ray shot his load into Alex's mouth, but Alex managed to swallow almost every drop of the salty/sweet cum. All that was left was a little bit dribbling at the corner of her mouth, but a quick lick with her tongue fixed that. Ray lay back, recovering from the most memorable experience of his life so far.
When Ray recovered, Alex said, "I want you to fuck me, Ray. I want to you to be my first."
"Give me a few minutes to recover first. Like you said, good friends should learn important stuff together," Ray replied.
After a few minutes, Ray's cock was as hard as ever, and Alex got on all fours down on the bed, spreading her legs wide so that Ray could easily access her glorious pussy. Ray came up behind her and slowly eased his cock into Alex's pussy. Alex moaned softly at the new sensation. Ray slowly pulled out and pushed back in again, this time, though, he came up against Alex's hymen.
"Go ahead and break it, Ray. I've got to break it sometime. It'll probably hurt, but what we do after that should block out the pain," Alex said.
Ray pulled back again and rammed into Alex's cunt, breaking her hymen with just a quick popping noise. Alex gasped, but was alright. Ray again pulled back and slowly started pumping his dick into Alex's pussy. Alex began moaning, holding onto the sides of the bed for support. Ray gradually picked up his pace and continued to ream Alex's tight cunt. Soon, Alex's moans turned to groans of pleasure as she began to glow slightly. Ray knew that Alex was about to cum, so he picked up his pace even more, slamming harder into Alex, youthful force behind each blow. Alex's groans got louder, and soon she started bucking her hips back against Ray's cock. Alex's glowing intensified, and Alex could feel a crashing orgasm about to hit.
"I'm gonna cum, Ray. Harder... fuck me harder," Alex whispered between panting breaths.
Ray's pace picked up even more, and Alex's orgasm hit. Wave after wave of pleasure raced across her body. As Alex flopped down on the bed, Ray pulled his cock out and started to jack himself off. Ray too soon came and shot his load across her breasts. They lay there for a while, since neither had the strength enough to get up. When they did, Ray was the first to crawl over and lick clean Alex's breasts. Alex leaned over and gave Ray a soft kiss, and both of them got up and crawled over to pull their clothes on. Just as Alex was pulling her bra back on, Ray said, "I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship or anything, Alex. I still like you as a friend."
"Don't worry, Ray," Alex said as she pulled her t-shirt back on. "This just brought us a whole lot closer to each other. I'll see you tomorrow in the morning before school, right?"
"As always," Ray answered.
"Great," Alex said, picking up her jacket. "See you tomorrow morning." |
6,032 | Her curly long red hair... | ...flowed over a pair of knockout sweet young breasts as she sat there on the bed. I only talked to her once on the phone after checking out her photo on the web page, but geeeezzzz, I really had no idea!
She looked over to the guy on the chair beside the bed, "Don't mind him, my husband only likes to watch."
"Go ahead, you can have her, she's all yours," he said with a warm friendly smile.
She then looked up at me with a coy grin on her fresh young face. She parted her perfect legs only slightly, but enough to expose a flame red patch. I moved forward, almost intoxicated with her slightly freckled, cream white skin, and her swollen lips and a pair of innocent eyes you could stare into all day long. She then sat up attentively and started unbuckling the belt of my pants...
To feel her turned-up nose nuzzling up to my pubic hairs as her lips wrapped wantingly to the hilt of my shaft. And that gorgeous red hair tumbling over my balls... all of this was far too much... I tried to warn her, but she reached around to grab my butt and pulled me in tighter. I had no other choice than to shoot the largest load ever, deeply between the lips of her eager mouth, over the length of her luxuriously seeking tongue.
She removed my still hard cock, admired it, rubbed it over her sweet little face, looked up at me and said, "Would you like a drink or something, and we'll do that again?"
I looked over to her husband, who I happened to notice was just finishing himself up. He stood and took three steps toward the bed. (I could tell they had done this before.) She quickly moved to take his prick in her freshly lubricated mouth just at the right time. Bam! I never saw another man come like that before. She held his balls with both hands just to stay close, as he pumped her cheeks full of cum that soon came dripping down her chin and onto the long rippling waves of red hair which was now hanging down in drapes between his quivering thighs. He withdrew, but then he kept gushing all over her forehead and into her brilliant locks on both sides of her smiling face.
As she laid back on the bed, for the first time I saw how firm and large her breasts were. Now beaded with fresh sperm, each adorned by a silver dollar-sized, pink and puckered nipple. She laughed and said, "Whew, I need to take a short shower after that one." She pranced off to the bathroom, grabbing some little slinky thing on the way. Still recovering, falling back into the chair by the bed, her husband looked over to me and smiled, saying, "I knew you would like her."
YES THIS REALLY HAPPENED TO ME AND I'LL REMEMBER IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, and it was easy! Believe it or not, it's all up to you! All I had to do was answer a classified ad at this place:
http://www.alternativeconnections.com/index.htm?AssociateID=111378
I just had to share this one. Man, trust me, you will not be disappointed!
Try to have yourself a good day, I did... yeeee haaaaaaaa!
Jake |
30,139 | Her curly long red hair... | ...flowed over a pair of knockout sweet young breasts as she sat there on the bed. I only talked to her once on the phone after checking out her photo on the web page, but geeeezzzz, I really had no idea!
She looked over to the guy on the chair beside the bed, "Don't mind him, my husband only likes to watch."
"Go ahead, you can have her, she's all yours," he said with a warm friendly smile.
She then looked up at me with a coy grin on her fresh young face. She parted her perfect legs only slightly, but enough to expose a flame red patch. I moved forward almost intoxicated with her slightly freckled, cream white skin, and her swollen lips and a pair of innocent eyes you could stare into all day long. She then sat up attentively and started unbuckling the belt of my pants...
To feel her turned-up nose nuzzling up to my pubic hairs as her lips wrapped wantingly to the hilt of my shaft. And that gorgeous red hair tumbling over my balls... all of this was far too much... I tried to warn her but she reached around to grab my butt and pulled me in tighter. I had no other choice than to shoot the largest load ever, deeply between the lips of her eager mouth, over the length of her luxuriously seeking tongue.
She removed my still hard cock, admired it, rubbed it over her sweet little face, looked up at me and said, "Would you like a drink or something and we'll do that again?"
I looked over to her husband, who I happened to notice was just finishing himself up. He stood and took three steps toward the bed. (I could tell they had done this before.) She quickly moved to take his prick in her freshly lubricated mouth just at the right time. Bam! I never saw another man come like that before. She held his balls with both hands just to stay close, as he pumped her cheeks full of cum that soon came dripping down her chin and onto the long rippling waves of red hair which was now hanging down in drapes between his quivering thighs. He withdrew, but then he kept gushing all over her forehead and into her brilliant locks on both sides of her smiling face.
As she lay back on the bed, for the first time I saw how firm and large her breasts were. Now beaded with fresh sperm, each adorned by a silver dollar-sized, pink and puckered nipple. She laughed and said, "Whew, I need to take a short shower after that one." She pranced off to the bathroom grabbing some little slinky thing on the way. Still recovering, falling back into the chair by the bed, her husband looked over to me and smiled, saying, "I knew you would like her."
YES THIS REALLY HAPPENED TO ME AND I'LL REMEMBER IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, and it was easy! Believe it or not, it's all up to you! All I had to do was answer a classified ad at this place:
http://www.alternativeconnections.com/index.htm?AssociateID=111378
I just had to share this one. Man, trust me, you will not be disappointed!
Try to have yourself a good day, I did... yeeee haaaaaaaa!
Jake |
332 | Incident at the Zoo | "Look, Mommy, a gorilla!" the little girl screamed. Kate thought, for the hundredth time, that this seemed a very stupid thing to say. She had been working at the zoo for over 5 years, and all children seemed to say the same thing. She stopped looking out the window from the cage and went to the back. The intercom was located back there, and she picked it up. "Attention please. The zoo is closing now for the day. Please exit as soon as possible, as the animals want to get some sleep." She heard a small burst of laughter from outside, as she always did. As she put the mike down, Steve came in.
"Hey, are you going out with everyone else tonight?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't think so. Mr. Myers said there were some problems in Sarki's room, and he wanted me to check it out."
"Shit. I wouldn't go in there. That's one big ape!" He said.
"Well, he seems to like me. But anyway, I guess the lights are acting up, and he wanted me to take a look at them."
He grinned. "Well, don't let me keep you. Maybe sometime next week?" He asked.
"Sure, next week it is." She smiled back at him. He waved goodbye, and Kate got back to her work.
After taking her normal hour or two to get everything back in order, she went to her locker in the ladies' room to get out of her zoo uniform. After she got it all off, she remembered she had to fix those lights, but since the zoo was closed, she didn't think anyone would mind if she did it in shorts and a t-shirt. She left her things in the bathroom and headed for the gorilla house. After arriving there, she entered Sarki's room, wondering why Mr. Myers seemed to think she was a mechanic or an electrician. Sarki was a huge mountain gorilla, and usually not very amicable. But he had seemed to take to Kate immediately, usually hanging over her shoulder or something whenever she was in his cage. Today was no exception, as she climbed up toward the ceiling to get at the lights. There was a large platform near the ceiling, and she got on that in order to inspect the lights better.
Sarki pulled his bulk right up next to her, but there was plenty of room up there. She stood up and craned her neck, trying to look straight up while keeping her balance. Suddenly, she felt a large hand on her ass, slowly stroking it. She turned around quickly and found Sarki staring at her as his hand caressed her. She stood frozen, afraid that he might push her off the ledge or something. But what he actually did was bring his other hand up and began to feel her breasts through her shirt. Now, Kate never thought of herself as overly kinky, but this monkey was really turning her on! She slowly removed her shirt and bra, letting the huge gorilla feel her bare chest. He began squeezing her boobs, massaging them, while his other hand still wandered in her waist region. After a few minutes of this treatment, she couldn't stand it anymore. She removed her shoes, then her jeans, and finally her panties. Sarki sat down and pulled her over to him.
His hands still were exploring her body, and suddenly she felt one of his fingers stab up into her now-exposed hole. His finger, though not as long as a man's penis, was just as wide, and she began to squirm on it. His other hand fell from her breasts and curled around her, pulling her closer. He brought his face close to hers and stared at her with great interest. His hand was still working her over, but she wanted more. She knew gorillas would imitate a lot of things if they were done by a human, so she decided to test exactly what he would do. She moved down him until her face was right next to his chest. Her tongue tentatively darted out and began to kiss his leather-like chest.
She moved downward, further, until his now-erect huge cock was staring right at her. All thoughts of anything else quickly flew away with the sight of it, and she immediately took it in her mouth, taking great pleasure from his obvious excitement. But she pulled away, spread her legs, with the finger still in her, and hoped. He withdrew his finger and pressed his face against her chest, his tongue coming out and licking her nipples. He, too, moved downward and slurped at her wet hole. She groaned louder and louder, and just as she was about to orgasm, he roughly pushed her away. She landed on her stomach, and as she began to pick herself up, confused, she felt a huge cock fill her box. Sarki's breath came in rough gasps as he shoved his tool deeper and deeper into her. She began to groan even louder, and his pace quickened. After a few minutes of this, Kate couldn't hold back any longer. Her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms around his spike.
She bucked her hips upwards against his huge body, and with her contractions came a jerking from deep within him, and after a second or two she could feel his seed filling her. He slowly stopped his rammings and allowed her to climb out from under him. She realized that he had supported himself on his knuckles the entire time to avoid crushing her. She got dressed, but before she left, she taught him one more thing. Reaching forward, she opened his mouth a bit and brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his surprised mouth, but he soon realized what she was doing and also put his tongue in her mouth. After a small amount of fumbling, she felt as if she was kissing a real man, as he got the movements down right. She slipped her hand down to his limp dick and gave it a small squeeze, a promise that she would work late again soon. And it looked like she wasn't going out with Steve and her co-workers next week after all! |
363 | A History of an Aberrent Sexual Contest | "Fnorking" is a colloquial term for contests involving females inserting small dead animals into their vaginas. All known instances involving "fnorking" have occurred on college campuses. The contests dealt with several females competing to insert as many animals as possible into their vaginas, the winner being the one able to insert more than any of the other contestants. The winner of the contest was sometimes crowned the "fnork" queen.
The earliest known incidences of "fnorking" occurred in the late 1920's. The phenomenon seems to have been an outgrowth of the goldfish eating fad prevalent at that time. Most goldfish eating contests involved college age males consuming as many live goldfish as possible. The female collegians of that time were less inhibited than preceding generations of females and developed their own version of this fad. They held contests involving the insertion of as many goldfish as possible. The goldfish were most often inserted while live. Contest were held late at night in college dormitories, although there is a report of one contest being held in broad daylight beside a well stocked pond. This contest is said to have involved at least twenty-five females and the winner was able to "consume" twenty-seven goldfish.
All known "fnorking" contests seem to have been held at exculsively female colleges and universities, although, considering the segregation of males and females at schools in this time period, this is not unusual. "Fnorking" seems to have been an outgrowth of the general loosening of morals in the 20's era and the woman's sufferage movements of the early part of that decade. The less inhibited females of the era were more inclined to enter such bizarre contests.
As the fad progressed, the contests were not limited to just goldfish but were expanded to include other specie of small animals. It is known that contests were held involving the "fnorking" of hamsters, gerbils, lizards, salamanders, frogs, small birds and even one contest involving chipmunks. All of the above contests involved dead animals. The preferred method of killing the animals was suffocation. The contests were held immediately after the animals were killed because they were "still warm and still very pliable."
The phenomenon seems to have disappeared after the turn of the decade. This is possibly because of the depression era when less females were attending colleges and also morales experienced a general regression. No known incidences of "fnorking" have been reported until very recent times.
Recent reports have eminated from the Florida area and from Europe, specifically at the 1991 "spring break" in Florida and one incidence in 1989 in Denmark involving sixty college age females inserting frogs in a day long contest. There were reports of three contests in the Miami area in 1991, two involving insertion of goldfish and one the insertion of small toy stuffed animals. The winner of one of the goldfish contests was able to insert twelve fish and is reported to have recieved a cash prize in the amount of five hundred dollars.
Interview's of 1920's era females involved in "fnorking" contests indicate that no prizes were awarded in the contests, of that period. The females stated that most entered the contests due to peer pressure. They also indicated that the contests were held in conjunction with college fraternity initiations.
The origin of the word "fnork" is very hard to discern. All of the females interviewed stated that "it was always called that." One woman did offer as an explanation that "fnork" is formed from the first letters of greek words describing the activity. At this time I have not been able to discover the words used, if there are any. No written descriptions of the activity have been brought to light, although, considering the type of activity, this is not unusual. All of the females interviewed were very reluctant to admit to being in the contests.
Considering the recent resurgance of the "fnorking" phenomenon, it is possible that the general lessening of sexual inhibitions in females in recent times has allowed the fad to resurface. In this day of personal video, how soon will some enterprising person make a record of one of these interesting contests? |
406 | Wesley's Anal Ordeal | "OWWWWWWWWW" Wesley gave out in a high-pitched voice as Bok Dar the Ferengi slipped a stubby finger into Wes's tight virginal asshole.
"Listen to the pussyboy yelp," laughed the Klingon, cupping his growing member at the sight of Wesley's totally perfect and soon to be ravaged ass. Taul, the Vulcan captain and leader of Wes's abductors, added, "Yes indeed, his is the Federation's most lovely heavenly body to behold." Bok Dar continued to finger-fuck Wes's ass as acting Ensign Crusher moaned in discomfort. "Bring the boy into the interrogation room, Bok," ordered Taul.
NO NO NO, this can't be happening, thought Wesley. He had known that many members of the Enterprise thought him attractive, but no one had made a pass at him, unless you counted Commander Riker's ass pats as passes...come to think of it, the Commander seemed rather fond of patting Wes's ass lately...but nothing could have prepared him for having his ass gouged by a horny Ferengi. They'll never accept me at the Academy if they found out about this, thought Wesley...Wesley had never heard about the rape rooms at Starfleet Academy or of Hell Week...Picard had been shielding him...but nothing could shield him now as Bok pushed him on his hands and knees into the interrogation room...now with two Ferengi digits penetrating his tender ass.
"Good Bok, I like to see a boy on his hands and knees before I fuck him, especially a human boy...they're so soft and woman-like," offered Kor. "This is how we Ferengi treat our women," replied Bok Dar, "I thought the lad had better get used to it."
"ENOUGH" shouted Taul "I can no longer hold back the ancient calling of Pon Farr...Ensign Wesley Crusher...prepare to be fucked," the lustful Vulcan concluded as he snapped the two side buttons holding on his metallic briefs. They fell away revealing a throbbing cock, approximately 9 inches long...green-tinged from the Vulcan blood that was rushing into it. Wesley could guess at its length because it was the same size as the Cilo-wrench he used in Engineering. Wesley's eyes got even wider when Kor, the renegade Klingon, stepped directly in front of him, already undressed, and pointed an impossibly huge, deformed-looking brownish cock at his tender mouth. "This is for you, Federation whore-boy," he said as he pressed the engorged head against Wes's mouth. "Kiss the pre-cum off my warrior dick, pussy boy."
Wesley closed his lips tightly, but Kor said something in Ferengi and Bok Dar responded by inserting a third finger into Wesley's now stretched asshole. Wesley opened his mouth to scream and Kor...Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous ID will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems or inappropriate use to [email protected]. |
7,866 | The Wine Tasting (Parts 6-8) | "I need to shut the door right," she said, "or else the beasts get in. The door is broken, so you need to shut it in a certain way."
"O.K." I went down as she messed with the door.
The cellar was big, about the size of two large living rooms, but about twice as long as it was wide. The racks were all made of wood, and constructed to keep the bottles tipped slightly with cork towards the floor. You could easily read the label on any bottle, a convenience missing from most wine racks. Each rack had a small halogen light that illuminated the bottles in that rack. In all, it was extremely well designed. There was a set of track lighting overhead, but it was not on. The only light in the room was from the rack lights and the light from the ante-room. It was enough to see well, but not bright. Very pleasant, actually.
"Do you like it?" asked Winona from behind me.
"Yeah, it is very cool."
"Well, it is climate controlled to stay at about 55 - 60 degrees."
"That's not what I meant." I looked at her with a laugh.
"I know, it was a joke."
"Oh yeah."
"I just had that lighting installed. The track lighting I mean. It used to be some ugly fluorescent structure before."
"Is it not done yet?"
"No. Just needs a final check by the electrician."
I was looking at the bottles. There were hundreds of expensive and rare wines. Petrus 1982, Latour 1975, Mouton-Rothschild 1970, Lafite-Rothschild, 1945, and more, some were too dusty to read the label.
"What do you want to open?" she asked.
"Me? I don't know. There are so many good ones. I don't know that I can open such great wines just like that."
"Why not? There are hundreds. How about this one here. 1929, Haut-Brion."
"Are you joking?" I rushed over to her. I looked. It was indeed a '29 Haut-Brion. "That's extremely rare. It would be sacrilege to open that right now."
"I guess so. But I would. After all, you spent about this much on dinner."
"No way. I didn't spend almost four digits." We laughed. I gawked.
"Here. Latour 1961." And before I could object, she was opening it.
"Jesus, a 61 Latour. Perhaps the greatest Latour ever produced. How many do you have?"
"A couple of cases, maybe a few more."
"Shit! How did your Aunt get these?"
"She bought several cases of each First-Growth Bordeaux every year when they came out. Except on bad or mediocre years. She also went to auctions. She has been collecting for most of her life. Her father collected too, and he passed on a lot of wines to her."
She pulled a couple of glasses from an overhead glass rack.
As she reached up, I noticed her nipples perking up from the chill in the air. It wasn't the only thing perking up.
She poured us each some. We sipped from the pap of life.
"Wow. What an extraordinarily long, sweet finish." I said.
"Yeah. Very full-bodied. Has hints of chocolate and plum."
"And tobacco."
She hopped up and sat on the table in the center of the cellar. Her skirt was riding high. She tasted the wine again. "This is really spectacular."
"Do you have a white napkin?"
"Did you spill?" she asked, unconcerned.
"No I wanted to check out the color."
"Oh, of course. Let's see." She rummaged through some drawers.
"Well, actually, I don't. I could go back to the house."
"I'll go. I just don't want to pass up the opportunity to observe this fine wine. I might never drink this again."
"Wait. You can use my T-top. It's pure white."
"Um, O.K. If you say so." I stepped in front of her, and brought up my glass in front of her chest. Her chest was moving a bit quick. She seemed to sit up straight and push out her chest a bit as I came up. I looked through the glass. The diffraction of the glass let me see her cleavage, although my line of sight was more towards her bellybutton. I was extremely turned on, to say the least.
"How is it?" she asked, with a definite tone of mischief.
"It is… very roun - I mean, mature, uhhhh, definitely mature color, and… also it's clear, aged well in the bottle. It is a… beautiful color."
"Lemme see."
She put her hand under her shirt, and pushed out the bottom so she could look at her glass against it. I stepped back, and could see her stomach. It was firm and flat, well toned. She must work out a lot, I thought.
Suddenly, she let out a small cry. She had spilt some of her glass on her top, just below her right breast.
"Damn. I need to soak this quickly, or it's ruined."
"O.K., let's head back."
"No, there's a sink over there."
She got up and hurried over, holding her top to keep the wine from spreading.
"Hey, at least if it's ruined, you ruined it with a '61 Latour. That was probably about 25 bucks you spilt right there." She started laughing, and got the hot water running.The water rushed down her back again. It hit the bra back, at the same time Winona had undone it. It was like the river broke the dam. The water ran down to her skirt, where the wet spot was spreading to cover most of her ass. I wet the top again, as Winona let out a small moan. She had left the bra hanging, unclasped, on her. She turned around. Her breasts were still hidden from view by the loosely hanging bra. I took the top and put it above her breasts. The water ran down her chest, funneling through the channel between her boobs, and running down her firm tummy. She reached out and pulled my head into her breasts. It was the first time we had really ever touched besides hands, and it felt pretty damn good! I kissed those beautiful globes through the black bra. I could feel the nipples, they were rock hard.
She was undoing my tie, and then my shirt buttons, and soon she had ripped off my shirt. I stood up and sat her up on the marble counter.
"Oooh, cold!" she said.
"Sorry," I said and tried to help her off.
"No, it feels good," she said slowly. She looked me in the eyes.
"More water, Roberto."
I grabbed an empty bottle of wine that was nearby, gave it a quick rinse, and filled it. I brought it over, and slowly poured it over her breasts, still covered. The water soaked into her jean skirt. I poured more water over her smooth legs, which I couldn't resist reaching out and touching. She was sitting with her legs crossed, hands on the edge, leaning forward, eyes closed.
The water was everywhere. I filled another bottle. I made it just a bit hotter. As I turned back to her, she uncrossed her legs and spread them open a little. She pulled me over and pulled me to here, so I was standing in front of her. She pulled me in to her, and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She was so fucking hot! She pulled me close, and my penis slammed into her crotch area. My trousers were probably busted from my penis trying to get out so much. I poured the bottle into the space where our chests met, and it pooled up between her breasts and my chest.
It overflowed and down our stomachs, and all on my trousers. For an instant, I wished they were off, because they were dry clean only. But then I thought, this is worth 20 pairs of trousers. Besides, I've washed trousers before by mistake and they - who the fuck cares!?!? On with the story.She must have sensed it, because she started to pull me up and down even more. "I'm gonna cuuum.." I managed to get out. "MmmmmHmmmmm…" she confirmed. I shot a huge load into her mouth. I was cumming for at least 30 seconds. I kept pumping, almost with no regard for her. She giggled. I let out some last thrusts which probably shoved my cock into her lungs, but she just giggled pleasurably. Apparently she swallowed. I withdrew from her mouth, and was surprised to see my cock was still hard. It was probably not going down for a while, it felt pretty tense. "Fuck me," she said. She got up and bent over the counter. I raised up her skirt, and rubbed my dick along her wet slit. "What about protection?" "I just finished my period a few days ago, we are safe." "In that way, at least." "Well, I'm clean, are you?" "Yeah. I guess we'll need to trust each other on that though." "If you would rather stop now…" I shoved my prick hard into her cunt. All the way in. She let out a deep growl. It was pretty tight, although not necessarily the tightest I have ever felt. But it was still good. I stayed in for a few seconds, and then started to pump her. I reached down, and inserted a finger into her ass, too. She liked that a lot. I started parallel stroking her again. Slow at first, but then as we became fully lubricated in there, I started grinding her. Her but was slapping against my hips, she was sprawled out on the counter. I realized I hadn't been cold for a while, even though we were still in the cellar, where it was about 58 degrees. Sex really warms you up! She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I stroked like a wild animal. I left the finger in the ass, and could feel my dick pumping in and out through the thin membranes in there. It was very erotic. My dick popped out, and so I shoved it back in. I had already come in her mouth, and usually it take a while for my dick to want to come again, even though I was hard. I was pumping away for a few minutes, Winona was screaming. She was having a long fucking orgasm. Some chicks have a brief and extreme burst; others caught a big wave and rode it for a long time. Winona was of the latter type. "Mmmm…sssss…sssss!" she hissed. "Yeah, baby!" "Noo," she managed through her breaths. "Myy…asssshhh…." I thought she was hyperventilating. I pulled out. "Are you alright?" I said, breathing hard. "Yes, damnit… Fuck me…In the ass!" I wasted no time. I positioned her a little lower, hiked up the skirt a bit more, and pushed into her sweet anus. Man, it was tight. This was definitely the tightest hole, cunt OR ass, I'd ever been in. I slowly worked it in a little. Suddenly she reached back, and pulled me violently in her. She let out a scream. "Fuck, me, damnit!" I started pumping her asshole. I reached under and shoved a few fingers into her cunt, although I couldn't get a good angle for good thrusting. She was going wild. I was starting to feel a cum coming on. I pumped wildly. I pulled out, and turned her over onto her back again. I stuck my dick into her ass and started again. I reached over and grabbed the bottle. The top looked clean, and did not have a covering, and there were no nicks on the glass. I bent backwards and leaned back, holding myself up with one hand on the table behind. With the other hand, I took the bottle and slowly shoved it in to her cunt. It was a Burgundy style bottle, which means it gradually tapered from the top to the middle, where it was full round, rather than Bordeaux style, where it has a thin neck about 3 inches long and then quickly rounds out to its full width. The top of a wine bottle is about an inch wide, and about six inches down, it is about 2 or 2.5 inches wide. That's where I inserted the bottle to. Winona was exploding. She was shuddering, screaming, helping with the bottle, fingering her clit, you name it. We fucked like that for about another minute, during which Winona had a large peak. Once I saw she was coming down, I pulled out and started stroking. She was still laying with her back on the counter, grinding her hips. My first shot flew out and hit the wall past her head. The second one arced onto her breasts and stomach. I aimed the third shot at her cunt. It smacked against her lips. I was coming pretty hard. I had a sudden fascination with cumming in all her holes, so I pressed into her cunt briefly, and let out my fourth and fifth shots. I pulled out, and the sixth one came out as I was aiming for her ass. I pushed up against her anus, and let out a few more spurts, before pushing hilt deep into her ass and unloading the rest of my cum. I gently pumped her ass a little, with my now dying penis. She was breathing hard but making contented sounds. She had rubbed the cum that landed on her tits all over them while I was making my rounds delivering come elsewhere. "So you nailed me in every hole." "So I did." "That was something else." "Yeah." We let out some deep breaths. "So, how do I taste?" she asked. "Full bodied, rich, a bit plummy…" We both looked at the bottle of 1961 Latour, half-full. "Want some more wine, Roberto?" she asked with a grin. "You bet!" |
80,207 | The Contract | _______________ hereby irrevocably agrees, willingly or unwillingly, that they have become the property of the bearer of this CONTRACT, hereinafter referred to as the OWNER.
The aforementioned property agrees that they shall no longer be a he but shall accept a feminine name given by the bearer of this CONTRACT. Subsequent owners may at their discretion change the property's feminine name. Regardless of the property's name, they will also respond to such terms of endearment as she, her, bitch, whore, ho, slut, cunt, woman, girl, and others.
The aforementioned cunt shall henceforth refer to their anus as their pussy, cunt, twat and similar.
The aforementioned whore agrees and consents to their owner's use of their pussy at any time and any place and with any frequency their owner chooses.
The aforementioned ho further agrees that they will suck their owner's cock at any time, place and frequency they wish.
Except that, the owner agrees to fuck their bitch and/or cause their whore to give them a blowjob as often as they are physically capable. If the owner loses interest in their bitch's pussy or mouth, or for any other reason loses interest, they will sell the bitch to someone else who wants to ensure the cunt has plenty of dick and provide the new owner with this CONTRACT. The sale may be at auction or for merchandise or money, which shall belong exclusively to the prior owner in consideration for their bitch. The whore shall not be entitled to a share of their sale price.
The aforementioned property also provides prior consent to their owner to permit anyone they choose the use of their pussy or to obtain a blowjob from their bitch at any time or place of their choosing.
The aforementioned property further provides prior consent for their owner to trade their pussy or blowjobs for merchandise or money at their choosing, the bitch agrees herewith that any merchandise or money collected for the use of their pussy or mouth belongs exclusively to their owner and they are not entitled to any compensation.
Regardless of who is fucking them or whose dick they are sucking, the bitch will make every effort to project enthusiasm and express enjoyment. Further, they will express desire for their owner and cause other men to believe that they can't get enough of their owner's cock. They further agree that their public humiliation by their owner may enhance their standing with their peers and consent to whatever humiliation their owner deems appropriate.
Except, the owner agrees to provide their property with feminine attire, including but not limited to panties, mini skirts, halter tops, etc., and further agrees to provide their whore with feminine hormones and to compel them to take them, willingly or unwillingly.
The aforementioned property agrees to dress in feminine attire and take feminine hormones and otherwise present as feminine appearance as possible and to the satisfaction of their owner.
The Bitch shall remove and keep themselves from hair below the eyebrows. Except that they shall not trim or cut the hair on their head without their owner's express permission.
In addition, they will not cut their fingernails without their owner's express consent.
The owner may also cause their bitch to be castrated and otherwise surgical enhancement to improve their feminine appearance and the bitch hereby gives their express and irrevocable consent.
___________________ (sign) The Bitch
___________________ (sign) Witness 1
___________________ (sign) Witness 2 |
6,882 | The Darkside: USAN FAQ | ---------------------------
The Darkside Universe FAQ
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FAQ Version: 0.12c
FAQ Updated: 7/26/98
Covering up to Episode: USAN 12.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
=======================================================================
I. Darkside's Motto and Theme.
1. What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
2. What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
II. About the Author.
1. Who is KTM?
2. What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
3. What are her favorite kinds of stories?
4. What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
5. Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
6. Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
7. How can I contact the author?
8. Where can I find the Stories?
III. About the Stories.
1. Does KTM just 'wing' the stories, or is there a plan?
2. Has the plan been altered?
3. What are the mini-stories?
4. Will the stories be published?
5. What are the planned episodes and Volumes?
6. Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
7. Can I draw fan art based in the series?
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
1. Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
2. What can the Power Team members do?
3. What are the Towers?
4. What is Imperial Law?
5. What are some of the Codes?
6. What is the Imperial Justice system?
7. What's the deal with these Observers?
V. About the Observers.
1. What is the Rod?
2. Huh? A what-laced whosit?
3. And it was sent by whom?
4. So what are Master Types?
5. Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
6. What is Ultra Energy?
7. What is the Multiverse?
8. Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
9. What about Rebecca?
10. What is The Experiment?
11. Why are the Observers off-limits?
VI. Q & A section.
1. Author's questions for the reader.
2. Questions from readers; answered.
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I. Darkside's Motto and Themes.
(1) What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
To Quote from Nicolo Machiaveli's "The Prince", 1513 C.E.:
"There is nothing more difficult to plan, more doubtful of
success nor more dangerous to manage than the creation of
a new system. For the initiator has the enmity of all who
would profit by the preservation of the old institutions
and merely lukewarm defenders in those who would gain by
the new ones. The hesitation of the latter arises in part
from the fear of their adversaries, who have the laws on
their side, and in part from the general skepticisism of
mankind which does not really believe in an innovation
until experience proves it's value. So it happens that
whenever his enemies have occasion to attack the innovator
they can do with the passion of partisans while the others
defened him sluggishly, so that the innovator and party
are alike vulnerable."
(2) What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
An exploration of the concepts of "good" and "evil" in an
atmosphere that doesn't shy away from the sexual elements of those
concepts. The attempt is to see how the definitions can change
according to the context. Or, as an astute reader said: "a synergy
between relativistic good and evil".
II. About the Author.
(1) Who is KTM?
KTM are the initials (sorta) of the author of the Darkside series.
It is the way she signs the drawings she does for her own pleasure.
She uses her initials because she wants to publish professionally
someday in the "straight" fiction field.
(2) What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
"Eileen Stone" is the pseudonym/handle that KTM uses on her
ANSI BBS, The MultiVersal Dreams. That's where she posts the
stories to Usenet.
(3) What are her favorite kinds of stories?
She prefers to read Science Fiction and Fantasy stories, but isn't
afraid of trying other genres if they're well written.
(4) What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
She likes Science Fiction and Fantasy erotica, as well. However,
she doesn't turn away any sexy story if it has a good plot, well
described characters, and displays a good command of the language
(and basic text formatting).
(5) Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
KTM loves to write, and wants to do so professionally. She writes
the Darkside series in order to hone her craft. It's her first try
at erotica, and it's her way of giving something back to the USENET
alt.sex.stories.* hierarchy from which she has derived much enjoyment
and inspiration.
(6) Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
She does write short stories and is working on a novel or three in
the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres (big surprise, there).
(7) How can I contact the author?
You can mail the author at: [email protected], this
account is checked at least once daily.
There is a mailing list at DRKLIST <[email protected]>
Send a message to [email protected], with a Subject of
SUBSCRIBE DRKLIST, and nothing needed in the body.
To unsubscribe send a message to the address with a Subject of
UNSUBSCRIBE DRKLIST, and nothing needed in the body.
An auto-response should be generated to you, and a rules file
(the latest copy of this FAQ) should be sent as well.
If you have any problems with this procedure, mail the address
above.
(8) Where can I find the Stories?
[PLEASE! Do NOT write and ask for any of the episodes. As a
rule KTM will not send them, as that would leave her liable if a
minor is on the other end of the mail. All you'll get is a form
letter that gives you the information that's included below...]
Most reliably, try the ASSTR archives for Stories and Art:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/The_World_of_The_Darkside/
Or, http://asstr.ml.org/mainframe.html
Try DejaNews under "Darkside: USAN". If the most recent database
doesn't show it, try the older one. Another way would be to search
for "Eileen Stone" and look for the alt.sex.* newsgroups.
Search the web for "Grey's Erotic Archive", currently located at:
http://www2.fenetre.co.uk/pyros/archive.htm. Look under the
"Paranormal" Category for Darkside.
And finally, check alt.sex.stories.moderated periodically.This is for the current Volume: The United States of Anarchy.
Vol: EP: Episode Title, [Notes]. * = Released on the net.
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USAN 01* The Boy in the Attic.
02* Indian Cavern.
03* Robert's Revenge.
04* The Dark Palace.
05* Gifts of Power.
06* Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned.
07* The Spreading Darkness, [1st Expansion: SW of Great Lakes].
08* She Blinded Me With Science.
09* A Little Power is a Dangerous Thing.
10* When the Cat's Away, the Mice will Play.
11* Within The Fist of Darkness, [2nd Expansion: NE America].
12* Braving The Fimbul Winter, [First Trucker Society].
13. Un-Pleasant Valley, [Post: Testifiers Mini].
14 The Slither-Thing, [Finally explained].
15. Green Eyed Wanderer.
16 The Charge Keeper, [Post: The Mage Clans Mini].
17 They're Coming to Take me Away, [Mind Control].
18 The Mystic Woods, [Second Trucker Society].
19 The White Tower, [Rebecca].
20 Imperial States of America, [3rd Expansion: USA].
USAN's aim was to show the pre-Imperial anarchy and how Robert
starts to tame it. The next Volume will be called the Imperial States
of America (ISAM) and will cover what America under the Empire is like,
and shows how he moves on the rest of the world. A third volume would
be Imperial Earth (IMER) and show what happens to the Darkside once
Robert gets his wish. What's next? Maybe the Empire will head for
the stars.
(6) Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
Hmmmm. Perhaps later, when more is revealed. If you'd like to
do so, and you are using characters KTM invented, they will be
considered Alternate Histories and should be labeled as such. A
Story may be declared "Canon" if KTM decides that it fully fits in
the Story World. Secondly, The Observers themselves are off-limits
unless they are depicted in the act of Observing from the Bubble.
The Rod, however, is not off-limits.
(7) Can I draw fan art based in the series?
This would be welcome. If anyone wants to send the author their
drawings, feel free. Just be aware that by submitting the art, you are
granting permission for the work to be posted freely to the asstr site,
but that such submission doesn't constitute a guarantee that it *will*
be posted for whatever reason. The Characters are copyright of KTM,
but the Artwork will be copyright of the creator.
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
(1) Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
Vol: EP: Character, (Episode #) Further information, [Notes].
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USAN 1. Robbie Black, (2) Robert Black.
1. Mom, (3) Maggie Black.
1. Sissy, (3) Susan Black.
1. Wolf, (3) granted Power, [Morphed], (11) [Power Team].
1. Skull, (3) Deceased.
1. Bear, (3) Deceased.
1. Red, (3) Rodney, (3) Deceased.
2. Rod, The. [Item/Character].
4. Traci, (Kitten), [Morphed].
5. Jerry Conners (7) Blur, [Power Team].
5. Mr. Duncan, [Townie, from Winneshiek County].
5. Rebecca White, [White Power holder].
5. Slither-Thing, The. [???] (14) [More revealed].
6. "Ugly", Destructionist MT, [Observer].
6. Rider, Creationist MT: TM, [Observer].
6. Kruegar, Ultra-Entity, [Observer].
7. Titan, (9) Hank Dodds, (10) Stripped of his power.
7. General Stark. (11) Deceased.
7. Lt. Dan Jenners (10) Converted to the Empire. (12) Captain.
7. Mr. Miller, Iowa's Governor, [Iowa Administration].
7. Don Corello, Mafia, [Illinois Administration].
8. Liz Tyler, [Imperial Science Minister].
8. Mariko Michaelson, [Chemist].
9. Karen Fischer, Osprey, [Power Team].
9. Charity Jones, [Power Team].
9. Zechiel Peters, Teke, [Power Team].
9. Ali "Luke" Al-Raji, Sapphire, [Power Team].
9. Joanne Barrett, Lady Web, [Power Team].
9. Tim Melaui, Warp, [Power Team].
9. Paris Simmons, Seeker, [Power Team].
10. Alyssa, (4) Orphan, [Imperial Page].
11. Sergeant Brad Donovan, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Steven Leigh, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Benny "Mac" MacFee, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Doug Renes, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Kyle Simms, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Tom King, [Town Councilman].
11. Tanya King, [Tom King's daughter].
11. Carol King, [Tom King's niece].
12. Gary Miller, [Captain; Knights of the Open Road Society].
12. Candy Kane, [Member; K.O.R.S.].
12. Kieth Thomas, [Sheriff; Eagle, CO].
12. Sondra Eriks, [Healer].
(2) What can the Power Team members do?
Blur: A standard super speedster.
Titan: Super-strong and nearly invulnerable; a "brick". Dis-empowered.
Osprey: "Winged" flight & semi-invulnerable; slightly telekinetic.
Charity: Receptive and projective empathy; a Sensitive.
Teke: Telekinetic; levitates, lifts, shields, and shoves.
Sapphire: Controlled powered flight, & blue energy blasts.
Lady Web: Truth-teller & mind-linker; Not fully telepathic (yet).
Warp: Line-of-sight combat teleporter teen; with packet bombs. ;&>
Seeker: Long range, detailed clairvoyance; slightly precognitive.
[Wolf: Half-animal morph; strength, speed, & natural weapons.]
(3) What are the Towers?
They are colored Towers of the Black Palace that represent the
headquarters of different branches of the Imperial Government.
Whether they stand for the Administration, a Ministry, or Institute,
the branches will use the colored Towers as their symbol throughout
the Empire. [A Ministry is dedicated to the Control and Direction of
a thing, while an Institute is dedicated the Study and Propagation
of a thing.]
Vol: Ep: Tower: Function, Supervisor, [Notes].
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USAN 7 Black Administration Robert Black [Government].
8 Copper Science Ministry Liz Tyler [Science Research].
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19 White ?
(4) What is Imperial Law?
As post-Colonial American Law was based on British Common Law, the
Legal Code of the Empire is based on 'American Common Law'. This is
the foundation that Robert is using to govern his Empire. He changes
aspects of this Code as the situation seems to warrant, and is having
his decisions recorded for further reflection and application.
(5) What are some of the Codes?
Vol: Ep: Law Code: Status, [Notes].
----------------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 4. Indenturement: Legal, [Used to pay public or private Debts].
6. Drug use and sale: Legal, [Now, it's regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, for pay: Legal [Regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, *Any*: Legal.
6. Child Abuse, (under 12): Illegal, [Harshly punished].
10. Sex-acts, Non-consensual: Illegal, [Harsh punishments].
12. Abuse of Power by Military/LEOs: Illegal, [Harshly punished].
?
(6) What is the Imperial Justice system?
Not described yet. Soon. Some in Chapter 13, and probably #19.
(7) What's the deal with these Observers?
They are the Deus Ex Machina that explains why the Darkside's
history has diverged so radically from our own. They also provide a
larger point of view of the World. One from "outside of the box",
if you will. They provide a way to comment on the story from out of
its context.
V. About the Observers.
(1) What is the Rod?
It is a Meta-laced Destructionist artifact-weapon designed to
corrupt a mortal to darkness and to take his world with him.
(2) Huh? A what-laced whosit?
Meta. A term borrowed from Wizards of the Coast's RPG Supplement;
"The Primal Order". Used in this case to indicate a level of power
that is above that of the Godly 'Primal' energy. Above Meta is Ultra.
Magic/Psionics/Powers = Mortal level powers.
Primal = Godly. Mortal powers cannot affect them.
Meta = Master Types. Primals cannot affect them.
Ultra = Creators/Destructors. Meta powers cannot affect them.
(3) And it was sent by whom?
The Destructionist branch of the Master Types. Above the Gods
and beneath those that Create and Destroy all are the class of
beings that are in-between. Those who report to the Creative side
of Ultra are the Creationists. They are dedicated to the ideals of
Life, Order, and Anti-Entropy, but their execution is sometimes less
than perfect. Those opposed to them are the Destructionists; bent
on causing Death, Chaos and Entropy, and with a similar caveat as to
their performance.
(4) So what are Master Types?
Another borrowed term, this time from Michael Moorcock. In his
works it refers to a single godlike being who "represents" a kind
of animal. In the mythology of the stories, every kind of animal,
even humans, has a whole race of meta-powered beings to represent
them. The leader of each kind is called the Type Master, who is
the chief of their Type and Clan.
(5) Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
"Ugly": Don't quite know, yet. A non-humanoid Destructionist
Master Type, but not the Type Master of his kind.
Rider: The Hom (Humanoid) Type Master.
Kruegar: A lesser Ultra being in service to the Ultimate Powers.
(6) What is Ultra Energy?
The kind of energy possessed by the Ultimate Powers. They are the
Multiversal Creator, known as Lord Shadow, and 'His' (Its) opposite
and other face, Lord Kaos. Each Universal dimension in the Multiverse
has a piece of this energy as its Spark. Sometimes this is embodied
as a Universal Creator, who is the model for the chief God of every
mythos. Sometimes it is merely an abstract 'Force'.
Ultra power always assumes its opposite half. The Destructor's
goal is to bring the untimely end of everything, and serves the whole
by destroying what is unneeded.The Creative force brings new life and energy to what has been recycled. In a young Multiverse, the Creative force is the predominant, but inevitably, the Multiverse will wear down, succumb to Entropy, and Chaos will reign until the cycle begins anew.
(7) What is the Multiverse?
Go watch some Sliders. Every bit of Fiction, every single possibility is a distinct Dimensional Universe. The Multiverse is the sum of all the Universes. They are arranged by the Master Types by which power is predominant in them, whether the positive side or the negative kind. "Midpoint" is the theoretical middle point on this scale. It's where the balance shifts from one to the other. The clan with more of the scale on their side of Midpoint is the ascendant power. The Scale has Moebius properties as well.
Creation Destruction
|<-Inside | /////////////////////.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ | Outside->|
^ Midpoint
(8) Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
The Rod was an attempt to shift the dimension to the negative side of the scale, thereby shifting the Midpoint without a costly (and painful) battle. It was a tactical point in a cosmic turf war.
(9) What about Rebecca?
She was empowered by Creationists in order to try to counteract the influence of the Rod. A tactical counterpoint; far more subtle than the first.
(10) What is The Experiment?
This dimension has been declared "out-of-bounds" to both sides. An observing body of Creationists and Destructionists chaired by Kruegar has been appointed to oversee the results. They have shielded the Universe with an impenetrable, isolating bubble, and will occasionally comment on its progress from a Council room in a smaller bubble attached to the Shield.
(11) Why are the Observers off-limits?
Because KTM plans on using them in regular fiction someday, and needs to control their usage.
VI. Q & A section.
(1) Author's questions for the reader.
* What do you like or don't like about the stories?
* What kind of characters or situations would you like to see?
* What kind of sexual content are you looking for in the stories?
* What other kinds of reactions have you had to the stories?
* What do you see happening in the future of this world?
(2) Questions from readers; answered.
* Will Robert ever become a Good-Guy?
Kinda depends on your definition of "Good-Guy" now, doesn't it? From Robert's point of view, he is a good guy. Everything he does is because he believes it's the best choice to further what he perceives to be important and beneficial. He doesn't believe in any standard of morality other than his own conscience.
* Will Robert and Rebecca ever get together?
Now, that would be telling. :)
* Is Rebecca Robert's foil, or is it the other way around?
That has yet to be decided.
* Are full edit/rewrites planned after each Volume's completion?
Yes. It's a first release, that's already been through several, but a major edit is planned for the future.
Eileen Stone, #2 The MultiVersal Dreams BBS, [email protected] |
30,989 | The Darkside: USAN FAQ | ---------------------------
The Darkside Universe FAQ
---------------------------
FAQ Version: 0.12c
FAQ Updated: 7/26/98
Covering up to Episode: USAN 12.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
=======================================================================
I. Darkside's Motto and Theme.
1. What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
2. What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
II. About the Author.
1. Who is KTM?
2. What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
3. What are her favorite kinds of stories?
4. What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
5. Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
6. Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
7. How can I contact the author?
8. Where can I find the Stories?
III. About the Stories.
1. Does KTM just 'wing' the stories, or is there a plan?
2. Has the plan been altered?
3. What are the mini-stories?
4. Will the stories be published?
5. What are the planned episodes and Volumes?
6. Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
7. Can I draw fan art based in the series?
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
1. Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
2. What can the Power Team members do?
3. What are the Towers?
4. What is Imperial Law?
5. What are some of the Codes?
6. What is the Imperial Justice system?
7. What's the deal with these Observers?
V. About the Observers.
1. What is the Rod?
2. Huh? A what-laced whosit?
3. And it was sent by whom?
4. So what are Master Types?
5. Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
6. What is Ultra Energy?
7. What is the Multiverse?
8. Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
9. What about Rebecca?
10. What is The Experiment?
11. Why are the Observers off-limits?
VI. Q & A section.
1. Author's questions for the reader.
2. Questions from readers; answered.
=======================================================================
I. Darkside's Motto and Themes.
(1) What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
To Quote from Nicolo Machiaveli's "The Prince", 1513 C.E.:
"There is nothing more difficult to plan, more doubtful of
success nor more dangerous to manage than the creation of
a new system. For the initiator has the enmity of all who
would profit by the preservation of the old institutions
and merely lukewarm defenders in those who would gain by
the new ones. The hesitation of the latter arises in part
from the fear of their adversaries, who have the laws on
their side, and in part from the general skepticisism of
mankind which does not really believe in an innovation
until experience proves it's value. So it happens that
whenever his enemies have occasion to attack the innovator
they can do with the passion of partisans while the others
defened him sluggishly, so that the innovator and party
are alike vulnerable."
(2) What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
An exploration of the concepts of "good" and "evil" in an
atmosphere that doesn't shy away from the sexual elements of those
concepts. The attempt is to see how the definitions can change
according to the context. Or, as an astute reader said: "a synergy
between relativistic good and evil".
II. About the Author.
(1) Who is KTM?
KTM are the initials (sorta) of the author of the Darkside series.
It is the way she signs the drawings she does for her own pleasure.
She uses her initials because she wants to publish professionally
someday in the "straight" fiction field.
(2) What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
"Eileen Stone" is the pseudonym/handle that KTM uses on her
ANSI BBS, The MultiVersal Dreams. That's where she posts the
stories to Usenet.
(3) What are her favorite kinds of stories?
She prefers to read Science Fiction and Fantasy stories, but isn't
afraid of trying other genres if they're well written.
(4) What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
She likes Science Fiction and Fantasy erotica, as well. However,
she doesn't turn away any sexy story if it has a good plot, well
described characters, and displays a good command of the language
(and basic text formatting).
(5) Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
KTM loves to write, and wants to do so professionally. She writes
the Darkside series in order to hone her craft. It's her first try
at erotica, and it's her way of giving something back to the USENET
alt.sex.stories.* hierarchy from which she has derived much enjoyment
and inspiration.
(6) Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
She does write short stories and is working on a novel or three in
the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres (big surprise, there).
(7) How can I contact the author?
You can mail the author at: [email protected], this
account is checked at least once daily.
There is a mailing list at DRKLIST <[email protected]>
Send a message to [email protected], with a Subject of
SUBSCRIBE DRKLIST, and nothing needed in the body.
To unsubscribe send a message to the address with a Subject of
UNSUBSCRIBE DRKLIST, and nothing needed in the body.
An auto-response should be generated to you, and a rules file
(the latest copy of this FAQ) should be sent as well.
If you have any problems with this procedure, mail the address
above.
(8) Where can I find the Stories?
[PLEASE! Do NOT write and ask for any of the episodes. As a
rule KTM will not send them, as that would leave her liable if a
minor is on the other end of the mail. All you'll get is a form
letter that gives you the information that's included below...]
Most reliably, try the ASSTR archives for Stories and Art:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/The_World_of_The_Darkside/
Or, http://asstr.ml.org/mainframe.html
Try DejaNews under "Darkside: USAN". If the most recent database
doesn't show it, try the older one. Another way would be to search
for "Eileen Stone" and look for the alt.sex.* newsgroups.
Search the web for "Grey's Erotic Archive", currently located at:
http://www2.fenetre.co.uk/pyros/archive.htm. Look under the
"Paranormal" Category for Darkside.
And finally, check alt.sex.stories.moderated periodically.This is for the current Volume: The United States of Anarchy.
Vol: EP: Episode Title, [Notes]. * = Released on the net.
------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 01* The Boy in the Attic.
02* Indian Cavern.
03* Robert's Revenge.
04* The Dark Palace.
05* Gifts of Power.
06* Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned.
07* The Spreading Darkness, [1st Expansion: SW of Great Lakes].
08* She Blinded Me With Science.
09* A Little Power is a Dangerous Thing.
10* When the Cat's Away, the Mice will Play.
11* Within The Fist of Darkness, [2nd Expansion: NE America].
12* Braving The Fimbul Winter, [First Trucker Society].
13. Un-Pleasant Valley, [Post: Testifiers Mini].
14 The Slither-Thing, [Finally explained].
15. Green Eyed Wanderer.
16 The Charge Keeper, [Post: The Mage Clans Mini].
17 They're Coming to Take me Away, [Mind Control].
18 The Mystic Woods, [Second Trucker Society].
19 The White Tower, [Rebecca].
20 Imperial States of America, [3rd Expansion: USA].
USAN's aim was to show the pre-Imperial anarchy and how Robert
starts to tame it. The next Volume will be called the Imperial States
of America (ISAM) and will cover what America under the Empire is like,
and shows how he moves on the rest of the world. A third volume would
be Imperial Earth (IMER) and show what happens to the Darkside once
Robert gets his wish. What's next? Maybe the Empire will head for
the stars.
(6) Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
Hmmmm. Perhaps later, when more is revealed. If you'd like to
do so, and you are using characters KTM invented, they will be
considered Alternate Histories and should be labeled as such. A
Story may be declared "Canon" if KTM decides that it fully fits in
the Story World. Secondly, The Observers themselves are off-limits
unless they are depicted in the act of Observing from the Bubble.
The Rod, however, is not off-limits.
(7) Can I draw fan art based in the series?
This would be welcome. If anyone wants to send the author their
drawings, feel free. Just be aware that by submitting the art, you are
granting permission for the work to be posted freely to the asstr site,
but that such submission doesn't constitute a guarantee that it *will*
be posted for whatever reason. The Characters are copyright of KTM,
but the Artwork will be copyright of the creator.
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
(1) Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
Vol: EP: Character, (Episode #) Further information, [Notes].
-------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 1. Robbie Black, (2) Robert Black.
1. Mom, (3) Maggie Black.
1. Sissy, (3) Susan Black.
1. Wolf, (3) granted Power, [Morphed], (11) [Power Team].
1. Skull, (3) Deceased.
1. Bear, (3) Deceased.
1. Red, (3) Rodney, (3) Deceased.
2. Rod, The. [Item/Character].
4. Traci, (Kitten), [Morphed].
5. Jerry Conners (7) Blur, [Power Team].
5. Mr. Duncan, [Townie, from Winneshiek County].
5. Rebecca White, [White Power holder].
5. Slither-Thing, The. [???] (14) [More revealed].
6. "Ugly", Destructionist MT, [Observer].
6. Rider, Creationist MT: TM, [Observer].
6. Kruegar, Ultra-Entity, [Observer].
7. Titan, (9) Hank Dodds, (10) Stripped of his power.
7. General Stark. (11) Deceased.
7. Lt. Dan Jenners (10) Converted to the Empire. (12) Captain.
7. Mr. Miller, Iowa's Governor, [Iowa Administration].
7. Don Corello, Mafia, [Illinois Administration].
8. Liz Tyler, [Imperial Science Minister].
8. Mariko Michaelson, [Chemist].
9. Karen Fischer, Osprey, [Power Team].
9. Charity Jones, [Power Team].
9. Zechiel Peters, Teke, [Power Team].
9. Ali "Luke" Al-Raji, Sapphire, [Power Team].
9. Joanne Barrett, Lady Web, [Power Team].
9. Tim Melaui, Warp, [Power Team].
9. Paris Simmons, Seeker, [Power Team].
10. Alyssa, (4) Orphan, [Imperial Page].
11. Sergeant Brad Donovan, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Steven Leigh, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Benny "Mac" MacFee, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Doug Renes, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Kyle Simms, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Tom King, [Town Councilman].
11. Tanya King, [Tom King's daughter].
11. Carol King, [Tom King's niece].
12. Gary Miller, [Captain; Knights of the Open Road Society].
12. Candy Kane, [Member; K.O.R.S.].
12. Kieth Thomas, [Sheriff; Eagle, CO].
12. Sondra Eriks, [Healer].
(2) What can the Power Team members do?
Blur: A standard super speedster.
Titan: Super-strong and nearly invulnerable; a "brick". Dis-empowered.
Osprey: "Winged" flight & semi-invulnerable; slightly telekinetic.
Charity: Receptive and projective empathy; a Sensitive.
Teke: Telekinetic; levitates, lifts, shields, and shoves.
Sapphire: Controlled powered flight, & blue energy blasts.
Lady Web: Truth-teller & mind-linker; Not fully telepathic (yet).
Warp: Line-of-sight combat teleporter teen; with packet bombs. ;&>
Seeker: Long range, detailed clairvoyance; slightly precognitive.
[Wolf: Half-animal morph; strength, speed, & natural weapons.]
(3) What are the Towers?
They are colored Towers of the Black Palace that represent the
headquarters of different branches of the Imperial Government.
Whether they stand for the Administration, a Ministry, or Institute,
the branches will use the colored Towers as their symbol throughout
the Empire. [A Ministry is dedicated to the Control and Direction of
a thing, while an Institute is dedicated the Study and Propagation
of a thing.]
Vol: Ep: Tower: Function, Supervisor, [Notes].
--------------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 7 Black Administration Robert Black [Government].
8 Copper Science Ministry Liz Tyler [Science Research].
?
19 White ?
(4) What is Imperial Law?
As post-Colonial American Law was based on British Common Law, the
Legal Code of the Empire is based on 'American Common Law'. This is
the foundation that Robert is using to govern his Empire. He changes
aspects of this Code as the situation seems to warrant, and is having
his decisions recorded for further reflection and application.
(5) What are some of the Codes?
Vol: Ep: Law Code: Status, [Notes].
----------------------------------------------------------------------
USAN 4. Indenturement: Legal, [Used to pay public or private Debts].
6. Drug use and sale: Legal, [Now, it's regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, for pay: Legal [Regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, *Any*: Legal.
6. Child Abuse, (under 12): Illegal, [Harshly punished].
10. Sex-acts, Non-consensual: Illegal, [Harsh punishments].
12. Abuse of Power by Military/LEOs: Illegal, [Harshly punished].
?
(6) What is the Imperial Justice system?
Not described yet. Soon. Some in Chapter 13, and probably #19.
(7) What's the deal with these Observers?
They are the Deus Ex Machina that explains why the Darkside's
history has diverged so radically from our own. They also provide a
larger point of view of the World. One from "outside of the box",
if you will. They provide a way to comment on the story from out of
its context.
V. About the Observers.
(1) What is the Rod?
It is a Meta-laced Destructionist artifact-weapon designed to
corrupt a mortal to darkness and to take his world with him.
(2) Huh? A what-laced whosit?
Meta. A term borrowed from Wizards of the Coast's RPG Supplement;
"The Primal Order". Used in this case to indicate a level of power
that is above that of the Godly 'Primal' energy. Above Meta is Ultra.
Magic/Psionics/Powers = Mortal level powers.
Primal = Godly. Mortal powers cannot affect them.
Meta = Master Types. Primals cannot affect them.
Ultra = Creators/Destructors. Meta powers cannot affect them.
(3) And it was sent by whom?
The Destructionist branch of the Master Types. Above the Gods
and beneath those that Create and Destroy all are the class of
beings that are in-between. Those who report to the Creative side
of Ultra are the Creationists. They are dedicated to the ideals of
Life, Order, and Anti-Entropy, but their execution is sometimes less
than perfect. Those opposed to them are the Destructionists; bent
on causing Death, Chaos and Entropy, and with a similar caveat as to
their performance.
(4) So what are Master Types?
Another borrowed term, this time from Michael Moorcock. In his
works it refers to a single godlike being who "represents" a kind
of animal. In the mythology of the stories, every kind of animal,
even humans, has a whole race of meta-powered beings to represent
them. The leader of each kind is called the Type Master, who is
the chief of their Type and Clan.
(5) Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
"Ugly": Don't quite know, yet. A non-humanoid Destructionist
Master Type, but not the Type Master of his kind.
Rider: The Hom (Humanoid) Type Master.
Kruegar: A lesser Ultra being in service to the Ultimate Powers.
(6) What is Ultra Energy?
The kind of energy possessed by the Ultimate Powers. They are the
Multiversal Creator, known as Lord Shadow, and 'His' (Its) opposite
and other face, Lord Kaos. Each Universal dimension in the Multiverse
has a piece of this energy as its Spark. Sometimes this is embodied
as a Universal Creator, who is the model for the chief God of every
mythos. Sometimes it is merely an abstract 'Force'.
Ultra power always assumes its opposite half. The Destructor's
goal is to bring the untimely end of everything, and serves the whole
by destroying what is unneeded.The Creative force brings new life and energy to what has been recycled. In a young Multiverse, the Creative force is the predominant, but inevitably, the Multiverse will wear down, succumb to Entropy, and Chaos will reign until the cycle begins anew.
(7) What is the Multiverse?
Go watch some Sliders. Every bit of Fiction, every single possibility is a distinct Dimensional Universe. The Multiverse is the sum of all the Universes. They are arranged by the Master Types by which power is predominant in them, whether the positive side or the negative kind. "Midpoint" is the theoretical middle point on this scale. It's where the balance shifts from one to the other. The clan with more of the scale on their side of Midpoint is the ascendant power. The Scale has Moebius properties as well.
Creation Destruction
|<-Inside | /////////////////////.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ | Outside->|
^ Midpoint
(8) Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
The Rod was an attempt to shift the dimension to the negative side of the scale, thereby shifting the Midpoint without a costly (and painful) battle. It was a tactical point in a cosmic turf war.
(9) What about Rebecca?
She was empowered by Creationists in order to try to counteract the influence of the Rod. A tactical counterpoint; far more subtle than the first.
(10) What is The Experiment?
This dimension has been declared "out-of-bounds" to both sides. An observing body of Creationists and Destructionists chaired by Kruegar has been appointed to oversee the results. They have shielded the Universe with an impenetrable, isolating bubble, and will occasionally comment on its progress from a Council room in a smaller bubble attached to the Shield.
(11) Why are the Observers off-limits?
Because KTM plans on using them in regular fiction some day, and needs to control their usage.
VI. Q & A section.
(1) Author's questions for the reader.
* What do you like or don't like about the stories?
* What kind of characters or situations would you like to see?
* What kind of sexual content are you looking for in the stories?
* What other kinds of reactions have you had to the stories?
* What do you see happening in the future of this world?
(2) Questions from readers; answered.
* Will Robert ever become a Good-Guy?
Kinda depends on your definition of "Good-Guy" now, doesn't it? From Robert's point of view, he is a good guy. Everything he does is because he believes it's the best choice to further what he perceives to be important and beneficial. He doesn't believe in any standard of morality other than his own conscience.
* Will Robert and Rebecca ever get together?
Now, that would be telling. :)
* Is Rebecca Robert's foil, or is it the other way around?
That has yet to be decided.
* Are full edit/rewrites planned after each Volume's completion?
Yes. It's a first release, that's already been through several, but a major edit is planned for the future.
Eileen Stone, #2 The MultiVersal Dreams BBS, [email protected] |
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119,119 | The Darkside Universe FAQ | ---------------------------
The Darkside Universe FAQ
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FAQ Version: 0.17
FAQ Updated: 02/07/2000
Covering up to Episode: USAN 17.
* Indicates new material since the previous FAQ.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
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I. Darkside's Motto and Theme.
1. What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
2. What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
II. About the Author.
1. Who is KTM?
2. What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
3. What are her favorite kinds of stories?
4. What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
5. Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
* 6. Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
* 7. How can I contact the author?
* 8. Where can I find the Stories?
III. About the Stories.
* 1. Does KTM just 'wing' the stories, or is there a plan?
2. Has the plan been altered?
3. Will the stories be published?
4. What are the planned episodes and Volumes?
5. Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
6. Can I draw fan art based in the series?
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
* 1. Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
2. What can the Power Team members do?
3. What are the Towers?
4. What is Imperial Law?
5. What are some of the Codes?
6. What is the Imperial Justice system (in a nutshell)?
7. What's the deal with these Observers?
V. About the Observers.
1. What is the Rod?
2. Huh? A what-laced whosit?
3. And it was sent by whom?
4. So what are Master Types?
5. Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
6. What is Ultra Energy?
7. What is the Multiverse?
8. Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
9. What about Rebecca?
10. What is The Experiment?
11. Why are the Observers off-limits?
VI. Q & A section.
1. Author's questions for the reader.
2. Questions from readers; answered.
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I. Darkside's Motto and Themes.
(1) What is the Motto for the Darkside Stories?
To Quote from Nicolo Machiaveli's "The Prince", 1513 C.E.:
"There is nothing more difficult to plan, more doubtful of
success nor more dangerous to manage than the creation of
a new system. For the initiator has the enmity of all who
would profit by the preservation of the old institutions
and merely lukewarm defenders in those who would gain by
the new ones. The hesitation of the latter arises in part
from the fear of their adversaries, who have the laws on
their side, and in part from the general skepticisism of
mankind which does not really believe in an innovation
until experience proves it's value. So it happens that
whenever his enemies have occasion to attack the innovator
they can do with the passion of partisans while the others
defend him sluggishly, so that the innovator and party
are alike vulnerable."
(2) What is the Theme of the Darkside Stories?
An exploration of the concepts of "good" and "evil" in an
atmosphere that doesn't shy away from the sexual elements of those
concepts. The attempt is to see how the definitions can change
according to the context. Or, as an astute reader said: "a synergy
between relativistic good and evil".
II. About the Author.
(1) Who is KTM?
KTM are the initials (sorta) of the author of the Darkside series.
It is the way she signs the drawings she does for her own pleasure.
She uses her initials because she wants to publish professionally
someday in the "straight" fiction field.
(2) What does she have to do with this 'Eileen Stone' person?
"Eileen Stone" is the pseudonym/handle that KTM uses online.
(3) What are her favorite kinds of stories?
She prefers to read Science Fiction and Fantasy stories, but isn't
afraid of trying other genres if they're well written.
(4) What are her favorite kinds of erotic stories?
She likes Science Fiction and Fantasy erotica, as well. However,
she doesn't turn away any sexy story if it has a good plot, well
described characters, and displays a good command of the language
(and basic text formatting).
(5) Why is KTM writing the Darkside Stories?
KTM loves to write, and wants to do so professionally. She writes
the Darkside series in order to hone her craft. It's her first try
at erotica, and it's her way of giving something back to the USENET
alt.sex.stories.* hierarchy from which she has derived much enjoyment
and inspiration.
*(6) Does she write any other kinds of Fiction?
She does write short stories and is working on a novel or three in
the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres (big surprise, there). She's
also in the Critters Online SF/F/H Workshop. She's won a couple of
online contests for her short stories that she's proud of.
*(7) How can I contact the author?
[email protected], [email protected], or ICQ #2117093.
*(8) Where can I find the Stories?
[PLEASE! Do *NOT* write and ask for any of the episodes. As a
rule KTM will *NOT* send them, as that would leave her liable if a
minor is on the other end of the mail. All you'll get is a form
letter that gives you the information that's included below...]
* First off, try the ASSTR archives for Stories and Art:
"ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/World_of_the_Darkside/" Some
author created artwork relating to the stories can be found there.
The Web version of the author's site can be found at
"http://www.asstr.org/~World_of_the_Darkside"
The author is pleased the Darkside Stories can be found at a
classy private archive called the Domain of Darkness, at:
"http://www.domainofdarkness.com/stories.html"
* Search the web for "The Grey Archive", currently located at:
"http://www.greyarchive.com" Look under the "Paranormal"
Category for the Darkside.
Try DejaNews under "Darkside: USAN". If the most recent database
doesn't show it, try the older one. Another way would be to search
for "Eileen Stone" and look for the alt.sex.* newsgroups.
And finally, check alt.sex.stories.moderated periodically.
III. About the Stories.
*(1) Does KTM just 'wing' the stories, or is there a Plan?
There is a detailed, overall plan in outline form, that carries
the stories not only through this Volume of 20 stories, but two more
besides. (Several Mini series were also in the plan, but it's doubtful
that she will get to them. Instead she will expand the current story
(like with #16) to give sufficient background. #13 will probably be
next elaborated on; the short version made the story suffer.) The plan
goes decades into the future, and covers the way the characters change
and grow. (Something that is considered vital by the author for a
good story.)
(2) Has the Plan been altered?
No. Things are progressing right on schedule. The Darkside was
first created as a freeform Role-playing game, with adult nuances.
Such an environment encourages character development. The stories
are not session by session, of course. A great deal of editing and
alteration was needed.
(3) Will the stories be published?
Unsure. Print publishers don't like to publish stories that can be
found for free on the net. The main Darkside storyline was KTM's
way of giving back to the net. She didn't write it with the
expectation that it be published, but she would be pleased if it was.
(4) What are the planned episodes and Volumes?
This is for the current Volume: The United States of Anarchy.
Vol: EP: Episode Title, [Notes]. * = Released on the net.
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USAN 01* The Boy in the Attic.
02* Indian Cavern.
03* Robert's Revenge.
04* The Dark Palace [Initial Control, Springfield, Iowa].
05* Gifts of Power.
06* Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned.
07* The Spreading Darkness, [1st Expansion: SW of Great Lakes].
08* She Blinded Me With Science, [Planning for the Future].
09* A Little Power is a Dangerous Thing.
10* When the Cat's Away, the Mice will Play.
11* Within The Fist of Darkness, [2nd Expansion: NE America].
12* Braving The Fimbul Winter, [First Trucker Society].
13* Un-Pleasant Valley, [Testifiers].
14* The Slither-Thing, [Finally explained].
15* Green Eyed Wanderer.
16* The Charge Keeper, a & b [The Mage Clans].
17. They're Coming to Take me Away, [Mind Control].
18 The Mystic Woods, [Second Trucker Society].
19 The White Tower, [Rebecca & Imperial Law].
20 Imperial States of America, [3rd Expansion: USA].
USAN's aim was to show the pre-Imperial anarchy, and how Robert
starts to tame it. The next Volume will be called the Imperial States
of America (ISAM), and will cover what America under the Empire is like,
and shows how he moves on the rest of the world. A third volume would
be Imperial Earth (IMER), and show what happens to the Darkside once
Robert gets his wish. What's next? Maybe the Empire will head for
the Stars.
(5) Can anyone write fiction based in the Darkside?
Hmmmm. Perhaps later, when more is revealed.If you'd like to do so, and you are using characters KTM invented, they will be considered Alternate Histories, and should be labeled as such. A Story may be declared "Canon" if KTM decides that it fully fits in the Story World. Secondly, The Observers themselves are off-limits unless they are depicted in the act of Observing from the Bubble. The Rod, however, is not off-limits.
(6) Can I draw fan art based in the series?
This would be welcome. If anyone wants to send the author their drawings, feel free. Just be aware that by submitting the art, you are granting permission for the work to be posted freely to the asstr site, but that such submission doesn't constitute a guarantee that it *will* be posted for whatever reason. The Characters are copyright of KTM, but the Artwork will be copyright of the creator.
IV. About the World of the Darkside.
(1) Who are the characters in the different Volumes?
Vol: EP: Character, (Episode #) Further information, [Notes].
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USAN 01. Robbie Black, (2) Robert Black.
01. Mom, (3) Maggie Black.
01. Sissy, (3) Susan Black.
01. Wolf, (3) granted Power, [Wolf Morphed], (11) [Power Team].
01. Skull, (3) Deceased.
01. Bear, (3) Deceased.
01. Red, (3) Rodney, (3) Deceased.
02. Rod, The. [Item/Character].
04. Traci, (Kitten), [Cat Morphed].
05. Jerry Conners (7) Blur, [Power Team].
05. Mr. Duncan, [Townie, from Winneshiek County, Iowa].
05. Rebecca White, [White Power holder].
05. Slither-Thing, The. [???] (14) [Revealed].
06. "Ugly", Destructionist MT, [Observer]. (14)
06. Rider, Creationist MT: TM, [Observer]. (14)
06. Kruegar, Ultra-Entity, [Observer]. (14)
07. Titan, (9) Hank Dodds, (10) Stripped of his power.
07. General Stark. (11) Deceased.
07. Lt. Dan Jenners (10) Converted to the Empire. (12) Captain.
07. Mr. Miller, Iowa's Governor, [Iowa Administration].
07. Don Corello, Mafia, [Illinois Administration].
08. Liz Tyler, [Imperial Science Minister].
08. Mariko Michaelson, [Chemist].
09. Karen Fischer, Osprey, [Power Team].
09. Charity Jones, [Power Team].
09. Zechiel (Zeke) Peters, Teke, [Power Team].
09. Ali "Luke" Al-Raji, Sapphire, [Power Team].
09. Joanne Barrett, Lady Web, [Power Team].
09. Tim Melaui, Warp, [Power Team].
09. Paris Simmons, Seeker, [Power Team].
10. Alyssa, (4) Orphan, (10) Abused by Titan, (14) Slither-Thing bait, [ex-Imperial Page].
11. Sergeant Brad Donovan, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Steven Leigh, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Corporal Benny "Mac" MacFee, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Doug Renes, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Private Kyle Simms, [Stark's Rat Platoon].
11. Tom King, [Town Councilman].
11. Tanya King, [Tom King's daughter].
11. Carol King, [Tom King's niece].
12. Gary Miller, [Captain; Knights of the Open Road Society].
12. Candy Kane, [Member; K.O.R.S.].
12. Kieth Thomas, [Sheriff; Eagle, CO].
12. Sondra Eriks, Healer, (14) [Minister of Health, & Lady Healer].
13. Janelle Masters, [Winged Flyer].
13. Josh Masters, [Telekinetic Flyer].
13. Benjamin, [Charismatic Power].
13. Reverend Browne, [Fundamentalist Christian].
13. Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, Raphael, Israfel, Azrael, Sariel.
14. Tari Bates, Telepath, [Minister of Psionics].
14. Henry Black II, newborn son of Robert and Maggie.
15. Rodger ?, the Green Eyed Wanderer, [Gaea cursed].
15. Sasha, Rodger's daughter [And pregnant by him].
16. Elias Dusten, [The last Battery].
16. Brock and Mark Medford.
16. Justen St. Ives, and his gardener, Marge.
16. Joshua Cross and Hyacinth Storm, descendants of Elias.
* 17. Phillip Carmichael, [Mental Patient/Mind Controller].
* 17. Rex Harrison Timmons, [Mental Patient/Healer].
* 17. Christina Spenser, [Daughter of a Boston Senator].
(2) What can the Power Team members do? [] = Part-time member.
Blur: A standard super speedster, with a superhero complex.
Titan: Strong & nearly invulnerable; a "brick". Dis-empowered.
Osprey: "Winged" flight & semi-invulnerable; slight telekinesis.
Charity: Receptive and projective empathy; a Sensitive.
Teke: Telekinetic; levitates, lifts, shields, and shoves.
Sapphire: Controlled powered flight, & blue energy blasts.
Lady Web: Truth-teller & mind-linker; Not fully telepathic (yet).
Warp: Line-of-sight combat teleporter teen with packet bombs. ;&>
Seeker: Long range, detailed clairvoyance; slightly precognitive.
[Wolf: Half-animal morph; strength, speed, & natural weapons.]
(3) What are the Towers?
They are colored Towers of the Black Palace that represent the
Headquarters of different branches of the Imperial Government.
Whether they stand for the Administration, a Ministry, or Institute,
or both, the branches will use the colored Towers as their symbol
throughout the Empire. [A Ministry is dedicated to the Control and
Direction of a thing, while an Institute is dedicated the Study and
Propagation of a thing.]
Vol: Ep: Tower: Function, Supervisor, [Notes].
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USAN 07 Black Administration Robert Black [Government].
08 Copper Science Ministry Liz Tyler [Science Research].
14 Silver Mental Health Tari Bates [Psionic Institute]
14 Gold Ministry of Health Sondra Eriks [Healer Institute]
16 Blue Ministry of Magic Joshua Cross [Magic Institute].
[19 White Ministry of Justice Rebecca. -Forthcoming]
(4) What is Imperial Law?
As post-Colonial American Law was based on British Common Law, the
Legal Code of the Empire is based on 'American Common Law'. This is
the foundation that Robert is using to govern his Empire. He changes
aspects of this Code as the situation seems to warrant, and is having
his decisions recorded for future reflection and application.
Punishments are generally; overseen public service, or public works
(a chain gang). Severe punishments may merit death, immediately
delivered by the Justice at the end of the Accused's appeals.
Sometimes a more creative punishment will be crafted to fit the crime.
(5) What are some of the Codes?
Vol: Ep: Law Code: Status, [Notes]. (LEO=Law Enforcement Officer)
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USAN 4. Indenturement: Legal, [Used to pay public or private Debts].
6. Drug use and sale: Legal, [Now, it's regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, for pay: Legal [Regular commerce].
6. Sex-acts, Consensual, *Any*: Legal.
6. Child Abuse, (under 12): Illegal, [Harshly punished].
10. Sex-acts, Non-consensual: Illegal, [Harsh punishments].
12. Abuse of Power by Military/LEOs: Illegal, [Harshly punished].
13. Murder: Illegal, punishable.
13. Property Damage: Illegal, punishable.
13. Preliminary Court System established
14. Recognition of 'Sensitivity' as a mental condition.
17. Abuse of Power by Medical/Caregivers: Illegal, punishable.
?
(6) What is the Imperial Justice system (in a nutshell)?
Courts are presided over by a Justice. Major court officials are an
Accuser, functioning as Prosecutor, and an Advocate, functioning as the
Defense. Also a Truth-teller's or telepath's services are recommended
but the right of a witness not to testify under that service has been
affirmed. However, such unconfirmed testimony bears less 'weight' than
testimony that is truth-verified by Psionic or other means.
"Instant" appeals (taking no more than a few days) of guilty verdicts
are allowed, if NEW information not previously considered is available,
but a frivolous appeal will result in the severity of the sentence being
increased by each step of Appeal. Robert is the last step of the
Appellate process. He has the final word.
"Not a Court of Law, nor a Court of Fact, this is a Court of Truth."
-- Robert Black.
(7) What's the deal with these Observers?
They are the Deus Ex Machina that explains why the Darkside's
history has diverged so radically from our own. They also provide a
larger point of view of the World. One from "outside of the box",
if you will. They provide a way to comment on the story from out of
its context.
V. About the Observers.
(1) What is the Rod?
It is a Meta-laced Destructionist artifact-weapon designed to
corrupt a mortal to darkness, and to take his world with him.
(2) Huh? A what-laced whosit?
Meta. A term borrowed from Wizards of the Coast's RPG Supplement;
"The Primal Order". Used in this case to indicate a level of power
that is above that of the Godly 'Primal' energy. Above Meta is Ultra.
Magic/Psionics/Super Powers = Mortal level powers.
Primal = Godly. Mortal powers cannot affect them.
Meta = Master Types. Primals cannot affect them.
Ultra = Creators/Destructors. Meta powers cannot affect them.
(3) And it was sent by whom?
The Destructionist branch of the Master Types. Above the Gods
and beneath those that Create and Destroys all are the class of
beings that are in-between. Those who report to the Creative side
of Ultra are the Creationists. They are dedicated to the ideals of
Life, Order, and Anti-Entropy, but their execution is sometimes less
than perfect. Those opposed to them are the Destructionists; bent
on causing Death, Chaos and Entropy, and with a similar caveat as to
their performance.
(4) So what are Master Types?
Another borrowed term, this time from Michael Moorcock. In his
works it refers to a single godlike being who "represents" a kind
of animal.In the mythology of the stories, every kind of animal, even humans, has a whole race of meta-powered beings to represent them. The leader of each kind is called the Type Master, who is the chief of their Type and Clan.
(5) Who are the Observers? ["Ugly", Rider, & Kruegar]
"Ugly": Don't quite know yet. A non-humanoid Destructionist Master Type, but not the Type Master of his kind.
Rider: The Hom (Humanoid) Type Master.
Kruegar: A lesser Ultra being in service to the Ultimate Powers.
(6) What is Ultra Energy?
The kind of energy possessed by the Ultimate Powers. They are the Multiversal Creator, known as Lord Shadow, and 'Its' opposite and other face, Lord Kaos. Each Universal dimension in the Multiverse has a piece of this energy as its Spark. Sometimes this is embodied as a Universal Creator, who is the model for the chief God of every mythos. Sometimes it is merely an abstract 'Force'.
Ultra power always assumes its opposite half. The Destructor's goal is to bring the untimely end of everything, and serves the whole by destroying what is unneeded. The Creative force brings new life and energy to what has been recycled. In a young Multiverse, the Creative force is the predominant, but inevitably, the Multiverse will wear down, succumb to Entropy, and Chaos will reign until the cycle begins anew.
(7) What is the Multiverse?
Go watch some Sliders. Every bit of Fiction, every single possibility is a distinct Dimensional Universe. The Multiverse is the sum of all the Universes. They are arranged by the Master Types by which power is predominant in them, whether the positive side or the negative kind. "Midpoint" is the theoretical middle point on this scale. It's where the balance shifts from one to the other. The clan with more of the scale on their side of Midpoint is the ascendant power. The Scale has Moebius properties as well.
Creation Destruction
|<-"Inside"|/////////////////////.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\|"Outside"->|
^ Midpoint
(8) Why was the Rod placed on the Darkside?
The Rod was an attempt to shift the dimension to the negative side of the scale, thereby shifting the Midpoint without a costly (and painful) battle. It was a tactical point in a cosmic turf war.
(9) What about Rebecca?
She was empowered by Creationists in order to try to counteract the influence of the Rod. A tactical counterpoint; far more subtle than the first.
(10) What is The Experiment?
The dimension has been declared "out-of-bounds" to both sides. An observing body of Creationists and Destructionists chaired by Kruegar has been appointed to oversee the results. They have shielded the Universe with an impenetrable, isolating bubble, and will occasionally comment on its progress from a Council room in a smaller bubble attached to the Shield.
(11) Why are the Observers off-limits?
Because KTM plans on using them in regular fiction someday, and needs to control their usage.
VI. Q & A section.
(1) Author's questions for the reader.
* What do you like or don't like about the stories?
* What kind of characters or situations would you like to see?
* What kind of sexual content are you looking for in the stories?
* What other kinds of reactions have you had to the stories?
* What do you see happening in the future of this world?
(2) Questions from readers; answered.
Will Robert ever become a Good-Guy?
Kinda depends on your definition of "Good-Guy" now, doesn't it? From Robert's point of view, he *is* a good guy. Everything he does is because he believes it's the best choice to further what he perceives to be important and beneficial. He doesn't believe in any standard of morality other than his own conscience.
Will Robert and Rebecca ever get together?
Now, that would be telling. :)
Is Rebecca Robert's foil, or is it the other way around?
That has yet to be decided.
Are full edit/rewrites planned after each Volume's completion?
Yes. It's a first release, that's already been through several, but a major, comprehensive edit is planned for the future. |
1,412 | Hypno Celeb 18: Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis | "Listen to this. 'Probably the only two people in Hollywood who are more alike than Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis are James Coburn and Lee Marvin.'"
"Isn't Lee Marvin dead?"
"Since when has that stopped a good soundbite?"
One had to admit there was a similarity between Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis. They were about the same height with thin bodies that appeared not to have developed too much since puberty. They both had black hair cut extremely short and attractive features that had earned both the "pixie" label. They were lounging in a suite of a Los Angeles hotel, rehearsing for an upcoming film together. Winona wore a simple pair of jeans with a white shirt. Samantha had on a pair of slacks and a red long-sleeved shirt.
Winona read more of the entertainment section of her paper as she ate the last part of her lunch at a long table. "It's got a complete rundown on us, from Christian Slater to the types of films we've worked in."
"Please tell me it doesn't mention *Super Mario Bros.*," Samantha said. She sat on the couch, finishing a hamburger.
"Don't feel bad. It also mentions *Boys*," Winona replied. She put the paper down and finished off her salad. "So, what'd you think of Christian's kissing?"
"Well, I don't have the wide range of knowledge you do, but I didn't think it was too bad."
"I place him slightly above Lukas Haas, but Daniel-Day Lewis is another story."
Before the two could continue, there was a knock on the door. Getting up, Winona walked over and opened it. Standing on the other side was a handsome young man in a biking outfit, sans helmet which allowed Winona to see his short blond hair. "Hi, I'm Chuck," he said. "I was told to deliver this to you and Ms. Mathis." He held a pair of small wrapped packages out. Curious, Winona took it and began to close the door. "Excuse me," Chuck said. "But I was told to wait until you opened them. I don't know why, but those were the instructions."
By now, Winona and Samantha's curiosity was aroused. They sat down next to each other on the couch and unwrapped the packages. Inside each was a box with a hinged top to it. Simultaneously, the two young women lifted up the lids and looked inside. Instantly, they were blinded by a light flashing right into their eyes. It came from a small disk inside the box which flashed out a multi-colored strobe light into their faces. Their attention instantly captured, Winona and Samantha stared at the disks as the colors washed over their faces.
The two were so enraptured by the disks, they didn't notice Chuck walking further into the room. He swiftly closed the blinds, darkening the room and picked up the phone. Glancing at the couch, Chuck could see the two starlets staring at the disks, their facial muscles relaxing. Sure they weren't paying attention to him, Chuck dialed a number. He didn't even have to wait before it was picked up. "Marv? It's working. Son of a bitch, it's actually working. Those drugs you put in their food really did the trick. Yeah, the subliminals in the disks are doing the trick too. I'm telling you, man, these two are already under. So, you've got the hook-up to the camera set? Great. Sit back and watch the show, buddy."
Hanging up the phone, Chuck turned back to the couch. Winona and Samantha were slightly slumped over, their gazes still fixed on the disks, the strobing lights throwing waves of color onto their blank faces. Gently, Chuck reached over and thumbed a switch on the boxes, turning them off. "Look at me, girls," he commanded. The two fixed their dulled gazes at him. "Winona, Samantha, from now on you'll do whatever I tell you to do, without hesitation. Anything I ask. Isn't that true?"
"..Yes.." The two replied softly.
"Good. Now, stand up and follow me to the bedroom." Chuck led the way as the two rose and followed him with robotic steps, their faces unwavering from his back. Chuck walked into the room and glanced toward the security camera on the wall. If Marv was doing things right, it was recording everything. Chuck quickly undressed, showing off his muscular body. Nude, he fell onto the bed, gazing at the two women who stood swaying before him. "Girls, you are both feeling so excited right now. So excited and so horny. Very horny. It's been a long time since you last fucked girls, and you need it bad. You want it bad. Now, take off all your clothes." He lay back on the bed as the two disrobed.
The similarities between the two remained even when they were nude. A teenager's body for each of them with small breasts, thin hips and nice, smooth legs. The brown patches in between their legs were as dark as the hair on their scalps and Chuck could see them both beginning to shake with excitement. "Come over here, girls. Rid yourself of all inhibitions and come over here. Indulge yourselves." The two crawled onto the bed. Chuck took one with each arm and pulled them to him. He kissed Winona first, then Samantha and was answered with ferocity.
He pulled Winona to him first, moving down her body kissing both of her pert breasts. His cock was already rock hard when he shoved it into her pussy, eliciting a moan. He started slowly, moving himself in and out of her, settling into a tempo that had her groaning. Samantha pulled herself onto Winona, placing her clit right over her mouth. Winona stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Samantha's clit. She kept her rhythm even with Chuck's, sticking her tongue in as he pushed his cock into her. With double pleasure filling her, Winona soon orgasmed, buckling as Chuck came in her. Seconds later, Samantha's cum spilled onto her face, where it was quickly licked up.
The three disengaged and moved into another position. Samantha got onto her hands and knees as Chuck moved his dripping cock into her ass. She gasped as he entered her, driving her forward. Winona lay before Samantha, her clit exposed and open. Chuck began thrusting himself into Samantha, pushing himself into her. Samantha leaned forward, intensity flowing through her. She placed her mouth over Winona's clit and began eating at it. She was pushed further in as Chuck rammed her then out as he pulled back. It was an odd rhythm, feeding the pleasure of all three of them. Chuck shot his wad into Samantha, who gasped in ecstasy. That left her mouth open just in time to catch the juices spilling out of the dark patch of her co-star.
Chuck withdrew from Samantha and reached towards Winona. He wanted to enjoy every minute of this and he knew he didn't have much time left. Marv would be up any minute for his turn. |
98,753 | Shy - Part 8 - Jasmine | 'You want a ride home?' I asked her as we walked into the parking lot together.
'Um, it's okay, I can walk.'
'It's right on my way, and those heels can't be comfortable to walk in,' I reasoned, looking appreciatively up and down her legs. I could see that she agreed with me, it was just the principle of it.
'Okay, if you're sure it's no trouble.'
I smiled my sweetest smile. 'It's no trouble at all.' It was, but it would be worth it. I opened my car door for her, and she climbed in, giving me a good glimpse of thigh as she slipped into the seat. I walked around to the other side of the car and slid into the driver's seat. I started the engine and pulled out of the lot.
'So,' I said as I drove, 'how's your boyfriend?'
'Oh, you know, typical male, always wanting something, never giving anything back. We're going through an "off" period where we're supposed to be taking time apart.'
'Right. Think it'll help?'
'Not likely, I'm sure he's screwing the bimbo on the top floor of his building.' Her eyes were downcast, and she looked uncomfortable, as though she didn't want to reveal this much information, but couldn't help it.
'You know,' I said soothingly, 'He's probably not worth it. I'm real easy to talk to. I've had my share of problems.'
'Yeah, I've heard you get around,' she said jokingly.
'You want a piece then?' I said casually and looked at her reaction. By the look on her face, I could tell I had shocked her, but beneath that was something more. A flicker of hope grew in me.
'That was the turning for my street,' she said, avoiding the subject.
I turned the car into a cul-de-sac and killed the engine. I undid my seatbelt and turned to look at her.
'Wha...' she started to say, before I silenced her with my mouth, pressing my lips firmly against hers. Her eyes opened wide and then fluttered closed as my tongue slid over her lips. I closed mine too, and her lips parted, allowing me to press my tongue into her mouth. My hand reached up to the back of her neck and pulled her hair free from the band that held it. It cascaded softly around her face and brushed against my cheek as I kissed her. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I could smell her perfume, her shampoo, her moisturizer. She was real and in my arms. Then reality slammed down on her. She pulled back and pushed me away.
'I'm not gay!' She said defiantly.
'I know that, I never said you were.'
'Then why the hell did you kiss me?' Her eyes flashed angrily.
I cocked my head to one side. 'Because you wanted me to.' Ever the logical one.
She looked perplexed. 'I didn't though.'
'Liar.'
She undid her seatbelt and opened the door. Her cute little ass bounced its way out of my car. I bolted out of my door and moved quickly to meet her by the hood of the car. I took hold of her arm and pulled her to face me.
'Tell me you don't want me.' My voice was filled with passion now.
'I don't want you.' Her voice trembled. I didn't believe her. I'd seen this before.
'You know where my house is, don't you?' I moved to plan B. She nodded.
'Good. I'll be home tonight and tomorrow morning. Think about it. If you change your mind, come and knock on my door. I don't care what time it is. I'm not going to push you, but I really think you're lying.'
'I just, I don't think I'm ready for this. I mean... I've looked at you and people have said things about you swinging both ways. I guess I never believed them. I guess I was always curious because none of the things I heard were... bad. I just don't think I'm gay.' She was struggling with this.
'Even if you aren't, there's a really good way to know. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I don't want you, because I do. I'm just saying that if you want me, then you know where I live. If you cut through that alleyway, you'll be right at your house.' I leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her tongue responded briefly, and then she was walking away.
I watched her go and stepped back into my car, driving the short distance home quickly. I walked into my bedroom and slipped out of my dress. I sat heavily on my bed and lay back against the blue pillows. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. I licked my lips and tasted the tiniest bit of blood. The cut there had opened slightly. It didn't hurt; it just made me remember. This was a rare time for me. My house. My sanctuary. I didn't spend a whole lot of time here. My thoughts turned to the brunette. Close, but yet so far. I wasn't going to force the issue. I knew girls like her, had been one once. I knew full well she'd come around. She was curious. Besides, the whole playing hard to get thing had been a bit of a turn-on.
I was caressing my breasts before I realized I was doing it. Playfully pulling at the nipples, making them hard and tingly. I slid my fingers under the flimsy fabric of my bra and felt the gentle tightening of skin around my nipples rising into firm points. I undid the front clasp and pulled off my bra, tossing it to the floor. I ran both hands down from my neck, over my breasts and across my belly, slipping my fingers under the waistband of my panties and tracing over the smooth skin below. I stripped off my underwear and crossed the room, feeling my tits bounce free as I walked. I picked up my favorite strawberry moisturizer from my desk and returned to my bed. I flipped the cap off and squeezed the light pink cream down my body. I drew a line from my neck to just above my pussy and squeezed another blob onto each breast. I recapped the tube and put it next to me on the bed.
I ran my hands over my breasts, feeling the cool goo ooze through my fingers. The scent of ripe strawberries washed over me, and I felt my body start to tingle. I kneaded and played with my breasts, sighing gently at the luxury of smoothing the cream over my skin. I rubbed lower, across my belly and down to my pussy, my skin soft there, rapidly absorbing the moisturizer. I ran a hand over my center, juice from my pussy mingling with the cream, making me completely slick. My pussy started to ache. I was worked up by now, no brunette to play with. I dipped a wet finger into my hole, feeling my inner walls soft and hot. My touch made me ache even more, and I slid my other hand down to tease my clit while I finger-fucked myself. I rubbed in little circles around my clit, which was harder by now. I jerked my finger out of my pussy and switched hands, this time putting two fingers in. My hips moved in time with my fingers as my right hand flew over my clit. I gasped and moved faster, a blush of red creeping up across my breasts as I grew hotter and started to pant.
I pushed my fingers in and out of myself, my juice creeping out of me, spreading all around my pussy and onto my thighs. I moaned and lost control, moving fast and hard, pushing myself further and further into pleasure. I cried out as I came, arching my back hard with my fingers buried as deep as they could go inside me. My hand left my clit and gripped the bed sheets as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. I moaned again and lay flat back down, panting hard. I could feel my pulse throbbing at my center, and I lay there, fingers inside me. I felt better, much better. I rolled onto my side and curled up. My body started to cool down, and I closed my eyes, resting, peaceful. |
101,165 | Christmas Magic 2010 1 Prudence | 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all around the world were lovely ladies in lace and nightgowns. Some were quite naughty, with plenty of nerve. This story is about them getting what they deserve!
Miss Prudence Minter will be our first subject for this story series. What has she done wrong? For the most part, she's one of those annoying grown-up tattletales. She turned in a neighbor for not getting a building permit for a very small project. She reported a second neighbor for not collecting sales tax at a yard sale. She actually phones the police when she sees a car at a parking meter that has expired. You get the idea. All of her neighbors have endured her attitude at one time or another, multiple times in fact, so all of them will benefit.
Miss Minter was awake when Saint Nicholas arrived. He swept in through her chimney, and she was so happy to see him. "Santa Claus! You're really here!"
He made a show of checking his list, "Prudence Minter?"
She nodded happily, in anticipation of a gift. She had mailed him a long list of goodies she wanted. Instead, though, he shook his head, "You've been a naughty girl this year, Prudence."
"Wh-what?"
"I'm afraid that bad girls like you don't get presents."
"I'm going to get coal?"
"No, I'm starting a new program. Coal you would just throw away and complain about. This memory will last." His eyes wandered up and down her nightgown-clad body. It wasn't really revealing or even sexy, but she still looked quite lovely in it. Naughty she may have been, but she was enticing all the same. Strawberry blonde hair that she had in a long ponytail, her face was a collection of pretty features that could very easily adopt a sour, wide-eyed expression. Her body was a fairly slender one, but it had very evident, graceful curves, especially at the legs and hips. Santa Claus snapped his fingers (quite a feat in his gloves), and the magic began. From his bag, several of his elves rushed out and grabbed a hold of the naughty Miss Minter.
"What? What's going on?" Though they were no more than two feet tall, an elf at each ankle and each wrist held her tightly enough that she couldn't move. Another pair of elves grabbed the hem of her nightgown and lifted it. "Hey! Don't do that! Stop!" But they didn't stop. The nightgown kept lifting, and her pretty blonde bush was bared. "AAH! Cover me back up! Right now!" That didn't happen, of course. Her breasts popped out from under the nightgown as it lifted, real nice ones with soft pink nipples and a firm bounciness as she struggled to be free from the elves. With a magical swoosh, her nightgown was off without the elves even having to let go of her arms. She looked down at herself, then at each elf, all smiling greedily, then at Saint Nick himself, who had a happy smile that seemed more appropriate to milk and cookies than tits and pussy. She wondered, "Is this really happening?"
"It's about to get more real, Prudence," Santa told her. "Let's give some Christmas cheer to your neighbors." "What do you mean?"
"A body that pretty and naughty should be put on public display." In moments, they had her outside in the chilly night air. The elves brought her to the front of her porch. Christmas ribbons flew from Santa's bag and secured her in place, arms spread and legs slightly apart. Santa assured her, "On this magical night, you will not freeze, but you sure will shiver from exposure, both to snowy cold and to curious eyes."
"No! Santa! Don't leave me here like this!"
The elves rushed back to the bag, then with a wave, Santa rose through the air back to his sled. The sound of the sleigh bells flying away was the worst thing Prudence Minter had ever heard. "Come back! I'm naked! Hey!" She squirmed and struggled, but the ribbon was unbreakable. There she was, stripped naked and tied up in full view of her neighborhood. For a long while, she was out there alone, feeling the cold and trying not to shiver at all. From out of his window, though, her neighbor Paul noticed her. She saw him stare out of his window and then disappear. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. At least I'll be untied though."
"What happened to you, Prudence?" he said when he got to her, smiling wide.
"Look somewhere else!"
"But what happened?" His goofy grin and wide eyes were still taking in every bit of her naked body.
"I was naughty, and now Santa Claus tied me up out here! Untie me! Please?"
"Is that a joke? Have you forgotten the dent you left in my car? That you never paid for? Or the time you called the police about my party? Or when you turned me in for having a license plate two days overdue? I'll be back in a little bit. With a camera."
"What? Don't you dare! Hey! Get back here!" Her breasts quivered with her rage as she watched him rush off. She waited with heat in her eyes and a sinking feeling in her stomach. She waited a while before Paul showed back up, camera in hand.
"What took you so long?"
"I had to call Glenn and Marty and Delbert and Norm and Chuck."
"What? NO!" The thought of all of her male neighbors getting in on this show was too much. Then, Paul put his camera to his eye. "NO! Don't take pictures! You can't! AAAaaAAA!!!" He clicked away, taking snapshots of her beautiful, bound nudity.
From the edge of the lawn came another voice, "Hey Paul!"
"Hey Chuck, come look at this!"
"Damn! You got some nice tits, Prudence!"
"Shut up!" she screamed. "Stop looking! Oh no, you've got a camera too?!" "So do we," said two more neighbors. "Damn! She really does have some nice tits. Look at how the cold makes those nipples stand right up."
"Nice pussy too," said another as he got up close to take a picture. "Gotta love that blonde bush."
Prudence wailed at that and stared around at all cameras that kept clicking pictures. By then, all of her neighbors, even the ones Paul hadn't called, were outside taking in the view with broad smiles. She shouted to no one in particular, "I wasn't this naughty, was I? Do I really deserve this?"
Just then, a group of twenty-five Christmas carolers arrived, but upon seeing the sexy naked, ribbon-bound beauty, they stayed silent in respectful awe. Then, of course, the cheers and appraisals began. Prudence was subjected to the naked humiliation of this crowd for over an hour before the ribbons slipped off magically and let her run back inside, where she huddled up and vowed to never be naughty again. |
103,234 | Rules | 'Twas the night before Christmas. Wait, no, wrong story. It was a bland day in March, on the eve of my 16th birthday. I was busy walking down the street in Caspin Point. (Where that is has been lost to time.) Everything was fine, just another walk, headphones in ear, blasting heavy metal up the bejeezus, when I stopped. I stood absolutely still, I have no idea why I did, but I did. I felt the blood rushing to my head, everything in my being was coiled, ready to strike, then, I bolted.
I ran for god knows how long, all the while, I had a point in mind, instinctively, I knew exactly how to get there, I just didn't know where it was, or what it was. All I felt was a sense of growing dread. I pushed myself as hard as I could, I barely even registered the change of scenery from downtown, to the residential areas. I ran and ran, until finally, I was there.
I stopped in front of a house. It was stunningly... bland, white paint, a green lawn, a simple concrete path leading up to the porch where a single white painted door stood with a single welcome mat and a single window with some cheapo curtains drawn shut.
I knocked on the door. My mind was a million places at once. I was poised to attack as soon as the door opened. I heard voices on the other side of the door, a laugh and the sound of the lock being opened on the door. The door opened. Behind the door stood a woman, maybe in her 30s, she wore glasses, and her scraggly hair was in a ponytail. I recognized her. I didn't stop to think about how I recognized her, I shoved her out of the way and ran into the house. I found the stairs, and I ran up. A couple hallways, and a few turns later, I saw a door. It called to me. I ran straight at it, I brought up my shoulder. To this day I have never been able to break down a door again. Believe me, I've tried.
The door fell, I heard a scream, the sound of a chair falling over, a very human-sounding thud. Then nothing. "In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present" -Sir Francis Bacon
I woke. There were lights. Bright ones. My ears were ringing, there was a strange buzzing going on in between my ears. I felt like I had been boiled, had my insides ripped out, then been carefully stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, only to then been thrown in front of a steamroller at the last minute.
Not good.
Do you remember that time in your early history when you made a really stupid decision and that super stupid decision caused you to roll down a very steep hill? No? Well, I felt like that. Not the rolling down the hill part, the stupid decision part. No, I didn't feel like a stupid decision, I felt like I had just made a stupid decision; elevenfold.
I lay there for what seemed like hours(TM), and I was starting to get really thirsty. The lights seemed to dim little by little until I could see that I was staring at the ceiling in a hospital, which was odd, considering I was laying on my side. The ringing in my ears ebbed until I could hear the normal hospital sounds. Not much better, I thought. And the buzzing, oh the buzzing, if anything that f****** buzzing got worse with time. (And better with thyme.)
There was a ring, and a nurse walked in. She seemed to notice I was awake. She called someone, and then proceeded to check my everything from that machine that stands by your bed. (Hell if I know what it's called.) and walked away. A few minutes later, the doctor walked in. He was a man in his mid-40s, and walked with a limp. (His name wasn't House, unfortunately.) He checked his charts.
It was about 15 minutes before he spoke. His voice was exactly what you'd expect a doctor to sound like, (smooth yet scratchy voice). He said, "I see you're awake."
Yeah. No shit.
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4,080 | Hypno Celeb 60: Shania Twain | Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this, seek help.
Yet another Mesmer Eyes suggestion. Also, Celeste Reviews recently ran a challenge for stories with a funhouse theme. While I don't put myself in the same class as the people who grace Celeste's pages, I'd like to send in this humble entry. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.
The crowd cheered as the last song filled the large tent. Shania Twain smiled and took a bow. Growing up in Canada, she had never expected to get such a following as a country music star. But the crowd at the benefit fair in this small Texas town loved her as if she was a native-born countrywoman. Well, Shania was never one to argue with success.
She thanked the crowd before walking off stage. Her long brown hair billowed out behind her in curls. She wore a tight black outfit that she had chosen before stepping outside and feeling the Texas heat. She was looking forward to a long shower when she got back to her hotel, but she decided to enjoy the festivities for a while. It was still afternoon and she had time to kill. Besides, the people were friendly and seemed to love her.
It was a nice-sized carnival, a permanent one that operated in the summer and drew visitors from miles around. Shania had agreed to perform in a concert with some other country stars, to help raise money for damage a tornado had done to a nearby town. It was good publicity and Shania truly enjoyed helping people out. The festival was in its second day and the next act was scheduled for that night. Shania told the band to relax and enjoy the rides while she planned to do the same.
She ran into quite a few fans as she walked around. She smiled, signed autographs and posed for a few pictures. She knew the folks meant well, but she was tired and was hoping for some quiet. She caught sight of the Haunted Manor, a large building with appropriately spooky decorations. It was indoors, dark and probably air-conditioned. Shania felt it deserved a walk-through at least.
She brushed at her hair as she walked up, her boots sliding into the fresh dirt. As she walked into the building, she failed to see the smile on the face of the attendant, who hit a button that sent a signal to a room below the building. A smile lit up along with the signal.
It was a shock entering the cool building after being outside all day. Shania paused a moment to let the goosebumps fade before walking forward. It was a darkened hallway ahead and Shania could barely make out anything in front of her. She took a few hesitant steps forward, reaching out with her hands, trying to get a feel for where she was. Just as her eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, the floor gave way underneath her and she fell onto a slide. She slid down several feet before landing on a mat inside a dim room.
Shania shook her head and sat up, trying to get her bearings. This wasn't exactly what she was expecting. Frightening people was one thing. Almost breaking their necks was another. Before she could get up and investigate the room, the walls suddenly lit up. The effect was blinding, disorienting Shania. When her vision returned, she could see that the walls were lit with fluorescent lighting. They were in odd patterns, spirals and waves that changed color and moved swiftly and silently. Shania was bombarded by images and colors, not knowing where to look. To add to the effect, a strobe light flashed periodically from the ceiling, bathing the entire room in a wild mess of color and light.
As Shania stared at the glowing walls and the patterns they held, a sound filled the room. A mysterious pounding combined with a lyrical organ penetrated Shania's mind and began its work. The subminimal messages inside the music worked at her mind, lowering her resistance and her inhibitions. Shania felt herself involuntarily relax, her eyes drawn to the spirals and waves on the walls. They seemed to nice to her, so calm and relaxing. She felt like she could just stare at them forever. She'd tear her eyes away from a multi-colored wave only to have her sight sucked in by a spinning, changing spiral. Shania sat on the cot, transfixed as the room slowly but surely brainwashed her.
It could have been five minutes or ten hours later when the flashing lights stopped and the music ceased. "Rise," a voice commanded over the loudspeakers. Helpless to disobey, Shania stood up, swaying slightly as she stared right at the wall in front of her. "Disrobe completely," the voice stated. Shania began to peel off her leather outfit. She was topless, her sizeable breasts falling loose as she stripped off her top. Her sweat-stained panties joined the outfit on the floor and she kicked off her boots.
A door opened and a naked woman entered. She was middle-aged but in good shape, her breasts sagging only slightly. Her long blonde hair fell to her waist and she smiled kindly at the mesmerized singer. If Shania had been conscious, she might have recognized the woman as one of the event's organizers. The woman took a few steps forward and embraced Shania, kissing her hard. Shania responded passionately, her will removed by the room's effects, her only desire to please. The woman pushed her back onto the cot and straddled her.
They kissed for long moments before the older woman broke off and moved down to Shania's chest. She buried her head in between those gorgeous tits, pushing them together with her face in the middle. She tickled one nipple as she massaged the other with her palm. She kneaded them together, loving the feel of them under her hands. Shania moaned as she felt pleasure overtake her. The woman pushed herself up and then turned Shania onto her stomach. The woman slid her hands down the Canadian's back, coming to the smooth ass. She began massaging the buttocks, rubbing her hands around them. Her fingers shot into Shania's clit as she rubbed, quick jabs that elicited groans of pleasure from Shania. The blonde pushed her face to Shania's pussy and began to mouth at it, her tongue sliding in as her lips circled the dark-haired lips. Her hands continued to massage Shania as she ate her out, building Shania's pleasure up more. The tongue dived deep into Shania's pussy, causing her to wither on the couch, her breasts sliding on the smooth mat. Shania came, exploding on the other woman with a cry.
The woman spent several minutes licking away at Shania's ass before lying back and spreading open her legs. Shania needed no instructions. She moved in and buried her face into the woman's lap, her tongue diving into the blonde-haired twat. She lapped at the pussy, her tongue jabbing in and out of the woman's lips. The woman moaned and leaned back, wrapping her legs around Shania's head, holding her in. She worked her pelvis as if willing her juices down. Shania knew her mistress was almost ready and it was her job to make her cum. She did, the juices falling onto Shania's lips. She licked away as the woman's thighs clamped around her head, holding her in until she had licked away every single drop before her, the first of many such chores.
Shania grinned as she headed back to her trailer. It had been a good day, with a lot of fun. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed herself and the carnival was a perfect place for it. Still, she'd want to come back in different weather. It was probably the heat but for some reason, she felt incredibly tired and dry. |
4,627 | "Surprise!" | Ever since I was old enough, one of my favorite hobbies has been working on automobiles. I'm certainly no expert in the field, but I do know my way around basic vehicle repair and upgrades. As a result, I do not have to pay an auto shop when my Jeep needs a tune-up. I simply do it myself. Of course, I have to buy the necessary parts for a tune-up. But I do the actual repair/upgrade work myself. As a result, I save myself a lot of money.
This was the case on a recent Saturday afternoon. After putting it off for a month or so, I decided to buckle down and give my Jeep a much-needed tune-up. It was about time.
After buying all the necessary parts at a nearby store, I drove home and then started working on the Jeep. In the garage below the apartment complex where we live, I spent over an hour working on the Jeep.
I was fairly "tuned into" the repair work - I wasn't really thinking about anything else. Only a few things in the world could have broken my concentration.
Of course, one of them happened.
"Aren't you ever gonna finish with that Jeep?" came a familiar female voice from outside the garage.
I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and peered around the raised hood of the Jeep. There she was. Lisa, my fiancee - she stood near the garage door, her arms folded and weight shifted to one foot. Her long blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, Lisa was wearing a tight pair of faded jeans and a green sweater. The essence of beauty, to me...
"I should be finished soon," was my reply. "Why?"
Lisa offered an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders, along with a curious expression. "Oh, I don't know." She slowly stepped into the garage, toward me. "I'm feeling kind of... fluttery, this afternoon."
"Fluttery?" I inquired, my eyebrows raising.
She flashed a charming smile my way and gently clasped her hands together. "Yeah, fluttery. Happy. Carefree. Lighthearted. Fluttery, you know?"
I held back a laugh and replied, "I guess."
Lisa giggled while stepping closer toward me. "It's just you're down here, working on the Jeep..." She stopped walking, then shrugged her shoulders. "You're not up in the apartment... with me."
What was she up to? That thought immediately popped into my mind. "Should I be with you?" was my response.
Again, Lisa shrugged her shoulders, but this time in a simple manner. It was accompanied by an innocent expression upon her face. "I wish you were."
She was playing a game with me. An odd game, but a game nonetheless. What did Lisa want? "I have to finish fixing up the Jeep before I do anything, sweetheart."
Another smile came to her face. "When you're ready, I have a surprise waiting upstairs for you."
My eyebrows shot up again. "A surprise?"
"Yes, a surprise," she smiled, before turning and slowly walking away. Lisa glanced back over her shoulder at me and coyly added, "The sooner you go upstairs, the sooner you get your surprise." She giggled. "It's that simple."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, raising my voice slightly as she disappeared around the corner. "Surprise?"
"Come upstairs and find out!" she called back.
I looked into the engine of the Jeep and could not help but to laugh to myself. Lisa was up to something. She knew that by telling me about her "surprise", my curiosity would not allow me to finish working on the Jeep. I HAD to know why she was acting so peculiar.
Thus, I put all the tools and equipment down, then went over to the workbench and grabbed a bar of soap. Having to wash up before going back into the apartment, I went out to the water faucet and gave my hands and arms a complete and thorough scrubbing. They weren't that greasy in the first place, so it didn't take me long to wash up. I put the bar of soap back in the garage, then closed the door and started heading up the steps to the main entrance of our apartment.
For an instant, I caught Lisa peeking out between the blinds of the living room window. Upon seeing me, she disappeared. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head while walking across the patio to the front door. My beloved fiancee was acting VERY peculiar.
Once inside the apartment, I glanced around but did not see Lisa anywhere. She must have ran off into the bedroom or laundry room, I said to myself. "Lisa?" I called out, giving the immediate surroundings one more quick glance. "What in the world you up to, woman?"
I noticed a slender hand and arm being extended from the bedroom, which was directly in front of me... about 25 feet away. A finger slowly rose from that hand, and motioned for me to come closer.
A smile came to my face. I knew what she wanted now. Lisa wanted to tear me away from my Jeep so she could have sex with me. What else could it be? I couldn't think of anything else. After all, she was motioning for me FROM the bedroom.
Sexy, devious minds think alike, you know.
That's how I came up with what she was doing. :>
As I started walking toward the bedroom, Lisa's arm drew back behind the doorway. I shook my head, smiling. Not only does my fiancee like to play games with me... but she can be very creative in doing so, as well.
"Surprise!" she exclaimed, jumping at me as I entered the bedroom. Her arms encircling my body, Lisa moved her mouth to mine and offered a VERY pleasurable kiss. I smiled against the kiss, then slid my tongue between her lips and started wiggling it around. I tilted my face over her, which merely intensified our shared kiss.
"Can't you wait, woman?" I jokingly scorned her, once our lips moved apart. "I would have been finished soon!"
Lisa grinned while softly tracing my neck and shoulder area with her fingertip. "I was feeling a bit lonely," she said, now offering a fake pout. Now, I was completely under her spell. Lisa even looks sexy when she gives that little pout of hers. It drives me CRAZY! "What's a girl to do?"
"I oughta give you a spanking, for tearing me away from the garage," I mused. "You definitely deserve one!"
Lisa laughed and said, "What? You rather work on that Jeep? Or would you rather work on ME?"
I grinned and jokingly replied, "The Jeep."
"OHHHH!" Lisa giggled, playfully slapping my shoulder. "Let's see if you still feel that way after I get finished with you. Yeah..."
As if she had been challenged, Lisa pressed her mouth to mine and offered a powerful kiss. Hard and deep from the very beginning, the kiss just became stronger and stronger as the seconds went by. Soon, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and brought her body against mine. I revelled in the feel of her full breasts pressing against my frontside.
With one hand, I cupped and rubbed the side of her right breast through the green sweater she wore. In response, Lisa snaked her right hand between us, then reached down and briskly rubbed away at the growing erection in my jeans. I sighed at the sexual friction created, then walked her over to the bed. I could really do this with her forever...
However, Lisa broke the kiss and then pushed me down until I was seated upon the edge of the bed. Leaning over, Lisa gave my a lips a quick kiss and then she dropped down to her knees. Leaning close to me now, she rubbed my chest with both hands and then splayed several kisses on my neck.
I smiled, cradling her head in my hands and offering it a gentle massage. I love Lisa so much. I really do.
Lisa grinned with lust as she unlooped my belt and took it off. She undid my jeans, then reached beneath my briefs and pulled my semi-hard erection out. I sighed in response as she began to give my shaft a good pumping with her hand.
With her other hand, Lisa managed to pull both my jeans and briefs down. I kicked off my shoes, then assisted her in getting rid of my jeans and briefs as well.Now, except for a t-shirt and a pair of socks, I was completely nude.
On her knees, Lisa settled between my legs and started pumping away on my cock with both of her hands. I LOVE her hands. They are beautiful; soft and gentle, and warm. You could really call me a "hands man". I truly enjoy it when my fiancee touches me with her hands.
Knowing this, Lisa gave my shaft a good rub-down with her hands. She stroked its full length up-and-down, up-and-down - in repeated fashion. Her fingertips rubbed against my flesh, causing wild sparks of sexual electricity to shoot throughout my entire body.
Still pumping away, Lisa looked up at me when I placed a hand on her head. We exchanged knowing smiles, then she began to stroke and pump my fully-erect shaft faster than before. I threw my head back and sighed in response, which caused her to giggle and squeal in delight.
"Naughty little tease," I smiled at her.
"Oh?" she smirked. "Tease, eh?"
I nodded my head and grinned. "Yeah, you're a tease."
"Can't argue," she squealed, just before opening her mouth and sliding the very tip of my cock inside.
I moaned in pure delight as Lisa continued to stroke my shaft's length with both hands, while her mouth and tongue worked on its tip. I could feel her tongue as it flickered over and across my cockhead; the sensations sent heat waves shooting throughout my body.
Obviously a bit hungry, Lisa detracted both hands from my shaft, then moved one to my testicles and twirled their gentle flesh between her fingers. Now with my cock free of her hands, she could take more of it into her hungry mouth.
Lisa seized the opportunity, completely engulfing my member within her mouth. She had swallowed me whole; her lips and nose were pressing hard against my pubic hair. There was not even a tiny fraction of my cock showing. Its entire length was embedded in her mouth and throat...
Lisa kept it that way for several seconds. I could feel her tongue twirl and swirl around it every now and then. I shivered each time she exhaled a breath through her nose... I felt the cool breeze of outgoing air.
I nearly jumped when she offered my testicles a playful pinch - between two of her fingertips. Even though her mouth was completely full, Lisa still managed a lustful, carnal laugh in response. She was teasing me!
Next, my 20-year-old fiancee made a gagging noise as she started to bob her head up-and-down over my full erection. Lisa applied a good amount of suction while grasping the base of my cock with her right hand, as her left continued to knead and caress my testicles.
Lisa simply loves to give blowjobs to me. There is no doubt about that. At the same time, there is no doubt, at least in my mind, that no woman in the world is better when it comes to fellatio. In my experiences, no woman has even come close to her in this area.
Luxuariating in the sexual heat, I closed my eyes and sighed. Soon, I re-opened them and looked down, so I could watch Lisa's blonde head as bobbed up-and-down over my cock. In the process, I undid the pink bow which had held her hair up in a pony-tail. Thus, her long blonde tresses fell down her slender neck and back... truly a beautiful sight.
Lisa looks much better during sex with her hair free and flowing, instead of up in a pony-tail. She looks more "girlish" with a pony-tail - I like the "womanly" look more.
I threw my head back and sighed again, now feeling a powerful orgasm brewing within my body. Another laugh came from Lisa... she knew EXACTLY what was happening to me.
"Tease!" I exclaimed, then she giggled even louder.
Nonetheless, Lisa continued to bob her head up-and-down over my pulsating member... now, at warp speed. I couldn't take much more of this sweet torture...
"CUMMING!" I screamed, thrusting my hips up a good six inches off the edge of the bed.
Lisa's lips clamped themseleves tightly around my cock, and she did not lose her grip when my hips jolted upwards. I felt the eruption, then listened as Lisa made another gagging noise. Soon, she started to swallow the buckets of sperm which I had shot into her mouth. I moaned in pure lust as one of her hands pumped the base of my shaft, while the other played with my testicles. To her credit, Lisa was able to swallow the entire helping of sperm down her throat. Of course, that is usually the case. She loves it so much, that one of my sexual nicknames for her is "Sperm Bank".
A short time later, I was seated upon the middle of the bed, while Lisa was in my lap. Down to her white bra and matching G-string, she had her arms around me as both of us shared a very intense and gratifying kiss.
Completely nude now, I slid my hands to her bottom and squeezed it roughly. Lisa squealed in response, and then offered a stronger kiss. I returned her increased passion with some of my own. This is definitely what I enjoy.
Soon, I undid the clasp which held her bra together in back. She slid its straps from her shoulders, then I pulled the bra away from her body and tossed it onto the floor. Eventually, I broke the kiss as well, and nibbled away on her neck and shoulders. She really loves it when I do that. The left side of her neck is VERY sensitive - and I'm always sure to pay 'special' attention to it.
Lisa wiggled herself out of my lap and then reclined all the way back, until she was laying down upon on the mattress. She spread her thighs and brought her knees into the air, then leaned up slipped her white G-string down and off. Smiling, she lay back down on the bed and looked up at me.
With her legs widespread like that, it was obvious to me what Lisa wanted.
I moved between her outstretched thighs and gave her intoxicating, damp slit a long lash with my tongue. Lisa gasped at the contact, then reached down and grasped my left hand with her right. Near her hip, she squeezed my hand tightly as I began feasting away upon her womanhood.
Lisa let out a throaty groan as she hooked one of her legs around my shoulder and upper back. With my free hand, I teased and tickled the insides of her thighs, as my tongue feasted away on the several delicious recesses of her slit.
Licking and slurping away at the gooey crevice, I moved a finger to her slit and began diddling it. Lisa's body tensed in response, then she let out a wild moan. It makes me feel very good to know that I am bringing her pleasure like this. That is my main goal in making love to Lisa.
I kissed her gentle opening while her body started to rumble and vibrate upon the mattress. Soon, I plunged my tongue deep within her, and wiggled it around in mad, erotic circles. Lisa continued to moan in pure lust, while saying several words and phrases of love. But then, suddenly...
"TAKE ME!"
I originally planned to bring her to orgasm with my tongue. But, I could not ignore such a request. It was time to give her what she wanted. After all, she has given me MORE than I could ever ask for in life...
I rose up to my knees between her outstretched thighs and fisted my hard cock, before guiding it between the tight confines of her slit. Lisa's eyes closed and her expression became tense as she let out a long sigh. I hooked both of her legs with my arms and then mounted her...
Lisa arched her neck and back as I started to thrust my hard shaft in-and-out of her velvety slit. Soon, I caught a steady rhythm, but then paused for a short second. Lisa looked up at me in confusion, then I leaned down and offered her mouth a deep kiss. Just as quickly, I began hammering myself in-and-out of her again.
Beneath me, Lisa's eyes were glued upon mine as I placed a hand upon her upturned bottom. We were cramped into a very tight position - especially her - but it did not matter. We were too glazed-over with passion to care.
Lisa let out a thunderous, earth-shaking scream and then proceeded with a series of short yelps and moans as I continued with the thick, non-stop thrusting motion. After increasing the speed of the rhythm, I was pounding her at a furious, unrelenting pace. Lisa's skin was beet red, and her face was tightened, her eyes open and full.
As our hips slammed together with each and every downward thrust, a loud SMACK could continually be heard throughout the bedroom. I really love that sound.
No matter how much I tried, I could not contain the climax which was quickly building itself within me. I wanted to hammer Lisa a bit longer, but couldn't.
A scream ripped from my throat as my cock exploded within Lisa's heavenly slit. At the very same time, Lisa experienced an orgasm of her own. Clutching and embracing one another, my fiancee and I rumbled together in mutual climax. Both of us exchanged several words of love, as well as quick, wet kisses.
When our mutual spasms subsided, we quieted down but still moaned together in unison. I kissed Lisa's neck and hugged her fiercely - NEVER wanting to let her go.
After a minute or two of rest, I decided to break the silence. "I love you, sweetheart," were my soft words.
"Hmmmm..." Lisa moaned. "Hmmmm... I love you, too."
We laid together, clutching and embracing one another like that, for at least 30 minutes. This is my Heaven.
And later, I FINALLY finished that tune-up on the Jeep.
:>
[The End] |
5,047 | Hypno Celeb 49: Tyra Banks | Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this, seek help.
This story is based on two separate manufactured images at www.Privatepages.com. It's also a direct sequel to my previous story. All comments and suggestions/scenarios are welcome. Enjoy.
From the moment Rob entered the office, people could see the change in him. He seemed happier, an extra bounce in his step. He warmly greeted everyone he could, smiling and joking. It was a welcome sight from the dour man who had spent too long caught up in divorce proceedings. The vacation had done a lot of good to him. How much good, they'd never know.
"Hey, Rob!" Rob's boss, called to him from his office. Rob entered, shutting the door behind him. "What's up?" he asked.
"I didn't expect you back so soon. You still had a few days left on your vacation time."
"Ah, I pretty much exhausted myself on fun down there." That was one way of putting it. In the week since the mysterious old man had given him the disk, Rob had been using it on various women. It had worked to perfection and now it was time to test it on some favorites of his. "Say, today's that suit shoot, right?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"Oh, yeah, no wonder you're back now," his boss said. "That was your baby. Good job."
"Thanks. Can I stop by?"
"Sure, have a treat. Say hi to the crew for me." Rob nodded and left the office, his mind whirling with the possibilities.
As soon as he entered the photo studio, Rob knew exactly who he was going to pick. Although there were several beautiful women there, one caught his eye instantly. Tyra Banks wore a black blouse with a black mini-skirt as part of the shoot. It blended well with her brown skin, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. Rob leaned against a wall and watched as she posed for a few pictures for the photographers. Finally, she was done and she walked off to the side. Rob kept an eye close on her, waiting for his opportunity. He got it when she walked out of the studio, heading towards the restrooms.
Rob followed her and waited outside the ladies' room. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the talisman. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and hoped his erection wasn't too visible. Tyra walked out of the room, giving Rob a minor glance. "Tyra?" he said.
Tyra looked back at him. She seemed slightly taken aback that he would call her by her first name. "Yes?"
"Hi, I'm Rob. I designed the campaign. It's nice to meet you."
"Sure," Tyra said, half-heartedly shaking Rob's hand. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh, just look at this," Rob said, holding the disk up by its chain. Tyra's eyes reflexively glanced at it, as Rob knew she would. The disk began to glow, the colors shifting while the spiral began to spin lightly in place. Tyra's eyes widened slightly as she took in the disk's glow. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as the disk's spell took hold of her mind.
"Tyra, how do you feel?" Rob asked.
"Wonderful, Master," she said in a soft voice.
"Tyra, what are you willing to do?"
"Anything you ask of me, Master. Your will is my will."
"Good, good." Rob wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew she was going to be expected back soon. He moved forward and felt her breasts underneath her blouse. She sighed gently as he squeezed them, massaging them with his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Tyra, where are you staying tonight?"
Tyra told him the hotel and room number, which he instantly memorized. "Tyra, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You won't remember what happened here but you will wish to be alone tonight. You will not go out and you will not expect company. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. When you see this disk again, you will instantly fall back under my spell." Rob snapped his fingers and Tyra blinked, clarity returning to her features. She walked past Rob, not even glancing over her shoulder at him. Rob smiled and hurried to the men's room before he ruined his shorts.
Rob walked down the hallways of the hotel, humming. It had been agony waiting for the day to end, but he was finally ready. He walked up to Tyra's room, straightened his tie and knocked. Tyra opened the door, confused as to who was calling. Rob held up his disk and she instantly fell back into her trance. "Let me in, Tyra," Rob commanded and she stepped aside to let him enter.
Rob held up the disk, holding it so Tyra could see it glow as brightly as possible. "You're feeling very sexy now, Tyra. You're feeling very aroused. You want sex, very badly. You want sex right now. You want sex with me. Now, undress." Tyra unzipped the front of her top and took it off. She slipped off her skirt and sat on the end of the bed, wearing purple bra and panties. "Take off your underwear, Tyra," Rob said as he disrobed. Tyra unsnapped the back of her bra and let it drop, freeing her large breasts. She slid the panties off and sat nude, waiting.
Now undressed, Rob stared at the glamorous model, her long dark hair just touching her gorgeous breasts. Rob leaned forward and kissed her. They made a few hesitant moves before pushing their lips together, their tongues twisting around. Rob leaned her down on the bed and lay on her. He broke off and began laying his mouth along her breasts. He kissed the pert nipples and licked his tongue along the curves of the large mounds. Rob had been holding himself in all day and had to let go. He pushed his cock into her pussy and slowly began rubbing it in and out. He buried his head in her cleavage as he did, inhaling her scent. She pushed against him, her breasts crunching around his head, her pussy riding more into his cock. He came almost immediately, a slight disappointment until he realized that Tyra wouldn't mind if he went for more.
He pulled his cock out of her trembling body and placed it on her chest. He began to drag it up and down the sensitive area in between her breasts, semen trailing in its wake. She moaned slightly as he pushed her breasts together, around his cock. He increased the motion, letting the tip of his rod skim along her dark skin. He tickled the nipples as he pushed her tits closer. He finally came, shooting cum onto her chest, the white liquid coloring her dark skin.
It was another passionate lip-lock after that, broken when Rob decided his cock needed cleaning. He dangled it before Tyra's face. Before he could utter a command, she took it in her hands and rubbed it, her fingers massaging the pulsing member. He could feel himself build again under her touch, her fingers pinching at his balls. "Take it in your mouth," Rob ordered. "Suck it." Tyra obediently wrapped her lips around the hard rod and took several long, slow suckles at it. Her tongue circled around as she moved her lips up and down his member. He felt himself let go before he expected it, his cum spilling down her throat. After she had licked away all traces of his cum, he took out his rod and kissed her again. They soon fell asleep in a tangle of limbs. Rob's final thought before drifting off was to wonder if the company's plans to hire former Playboy models would work out. |
5,831 | Hypno Celeb 37: Daisy Fuentes and Kennedy | Hatred was too strong a word for how Kennedy felt about Daisy Fuentes. Envy, definitely. Maybe a little anger. Kennedy was rather jealous of Daisy's good looks and the way she charmed the audience. Those long legs, the dress with the slit along the legs, the long dark hair framing her beautiful face. She was the kind of woman that begged other women to hate her. Unlike most other women, though, Kennedy had a way of getting even.
She was backstage at a taping for MTV, watching Daisy wrap up a video set. Kennedy wore a pair of silver pants and a matching coat. Her curly black hair frizzled around her and a pair of her trademark big-framed glasses covered her face. She watched as the director yelled "cut" and the shooting wrapped. Daisy walked over to the refrigerator just off-stage and Kennedy decided it was time to make her move. "Hey, Daisy," she said, walking up behind the Latina woman.
"Hi," Daisy nodded back. She and Kennedy didn't really know each other well, but she didn't judge people by reputations alone and kept her mind open. "What're you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Kennedy said, which was the truth. "Heard about that Olympic special they want you on, thought you might want some info."
"Oh, yeah, I heard you were at Nagano. How was it?"
"Eventful," Kennedy said. She watched as Daisy poured herself a coke. A director suddenly called for Daisy from the set, needing a last-minute sound check. As Daisy left, Kennedy reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial. She tipped it into the drink, a bright pink that soon faded into the dark color. It looked completely normal by the time Daisy came back. She immediately took a long sip. "So, what'd you want to talk about?"
"Let's sit over here," Kennedy suggested, pointing to a couple of vacant chairs. She and Daisy sat down and Kennedy began to talk about her Nagano trip. Daisy continued to sip at the drink as Kennedy talked. She didn't notice Kennedy's staring at her. In fact, she was beginning to notice very little. A fuzziness filled her mind and her entire body felt suddenly lethargic. The sounds around her faded away, with the exception of Kennedy's voice. The drink slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor.
Kennedy had found the drug in a small village just outside of Nagano. She had been wary of its claims, until she had seen the shopkeeper demonstrate it on her boss. The formula was quite old, but worked exceptionally well, cutting off the willpower and rendering a person compliant to someone else's will. This was the first time Kennedy had decided to use it on someone since getting it and she was pleased at the results. "Daisy, can you hear me?"
"Yes," Daisy replied. She had a faraway look on her face and appeared totally relaxed.
"Daisy, will you do anything I say?"
"Anything you say."
"Daisy, stand up and follow me." Kennedy began walking down the hallway, the entranced Daisy behind her. The two VJs made their way to a small, deserted office. Kennedy knew the occupant wouldn't be in for a while and they were guaranteed some privacy. The office wasn't opulent, but it did have something Kennedy wanted: A long padded sofa. Kennedy began to strip, pulling off her jacket and pants as Daisy stood, oblivious, in the middle of the room. Kennedy pulled off her bra, showing her small breasts and slid her panties down, exposing the Republican elephant tattoo just above her pelvic region.
Sitting down and preparing herself, Kennedy gave an order to Daisy. "Strip, Daisy. And as you strip, feel yourself growing more and more excited towards me. As you strip, you will be hot and you will want sex. With me. Now. Strip."
Daisy pulled the straps off her shoulders, one at a time. The dress first fell to her waist, letting her braless breasts fall free. She then pushed it down her legs. She slid the dark panties down her legs and stood nude. Kennedy beckoned her over and Daisy obediently approached. Kennedy took her in her arms and pulled her down, kissing her. It was a warm kiss, the two pushing their lips and tongues together to mix passion. They pulled closer, Daisy pushing Kennedy against the back of the sofa.
Kennedy lowered them both down to the sofa, pushing Daisy on her back. She pulled off her glasses and buried her head in between Daisy's breasts. She massaged one mound with her hand and kissed the other. She suckled the nipple, enjoying the feeling as it tightened in her grasp. She squeezed the other breast as she mouthed, eliciting a moan from Daisy.
Kennedy moved down Daisy's body, pushing her down the couch as she kissed the sunken belly. She kissed the dark patch before putting her mouth right up to the pussy. She began to lick at it, moving her tongue in slow motions around the twat. It intensified the pleasure Daisy was beginning to feel. She writhed on the couch, her hair falling past the edge and to the floor as Kennedy ate her out. Kennedy ran her hands up and down Daisy's thighs as she continued, her tongue beginning to fill with sweet taste. Daisy threw her head back as she came, spilling onto Kennedy's waiting mouth.
Kennedy climbed up Daisy's body, pulling her up so her head was safe on the couch. She straddled Daisy and lowered her pelvis onto her face. Daisy began to lick, hesitantly at first, with slow jabs, then faster, her tongue working in and out. Her fingers found Kennedy's ass and squeezed it, as Kennedy ran her fingers up and down the tattoo, as if that would help her cum faster. She rocked gently on Daisy, her asscheeks bouncing on the other woman's breasts. Daisy matched the rhythm with licks of her tongue as Kennedy felt herself begin to release. She spilled right onto Daisy, her body trembling as she did.
Kennedy quickly dressed and wiped Daisy's face off. The effect of the drug would wear off soon and Daisy would wake up with no memory of what had happened. Kennedy walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She smiled as she walked down the halls, wondering at Daisy's reaction to waking up naked in a strange room.
Kennedy might not have been so happy if she knew that she wasn't the only one who had the formula. Someday, perhaps soon, the piper was going to collect. |
24,344 | Hell Hath No Fury | 'Kat' or should I say 'Jas' looks like your luck is about to change.
The door opened, and in walked, how shall we put this, an Adonis. He was tall with deep brown eyes, and not a muscle (and there were plenty of them) was out of place.
"I see that my money was not wasted. Come, my princess," Adonis gestured for me to follow.
This I did, wondering if I was right not to resist. In spite of all this man's charm, I was married to the man I loved. If I was ever to see him again, I must gain this man's trust. I followed him outside and into a large white limousine. He gave me a glass of champagne and said, "You are the most beautiful of all my women. No man shall have you except me; you will serve no man except me. All my riches are as nothing to your beauty."
I couldn't help but feel a glow of pleasure being complimented in this way. I guess I must call him master or something.
"Thank you, master."
"I am not your master. How could anyone lay claim to such beauty? You may call me Hassan, and you will be at my side, always. I will not have you unless you consent, for that would corrupt your beauty. You are my precious rose, there to look at and admire, not to pluck with a harsh hand. I have waited many years for a chief girl, and I knew the moment I saw you that you were the one," he said with such a gentle look on his face that my heart was beginning to melt.
"Thank you, Hassan. I will remember your promise to me," I said.
We sipped champagne in silence as the limousine drew up outside a large walled palace. Guards opened the large steel gates, and we drew into a wonderful courtyard. A fountain was in the center, and all around was the sweet smell of flowers.
The door was opened for me by a butler, and I got out and stared around.
"Welcome to your new home, my love," Adonis said.
Hmm, I could stay here for a while, I thought. Hassan gestured for me to follow him, which I did. We went past large rooms where the whisper of female voices could be heard through closed doors.
"You are too precious to stay with my other women," Hassan said.
We went to a large winding staircase, and we climbed. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually, we reached the top. Hassan opened the door, and I went in.
The room was one can only describe as palatial. Easily as large as my house at home, it had a four-poster bed with ornate silk covers. The room was littered with flowers, and a carpet of fresh rose petals lay under my feet.
"It's fantastic," I gasped.
"If you need anything, you can have it," Hassan said, and with that, he left.
Alone for the first time since the auction, I explored the room. Behind a silk curtain was a walk-in closet with every kind of outfit. From an elegant designer ball gown to some sports kit. Kat, my girl, you really landed on your feet here. I mustn't lose sight of my true goal. A cage is still a cage, no matter how elaborate the bars.
In one corner was a sunken bath full of warm white liquid. I dipped a finger in. It tasted like milk. I'd read about Cleopatra bathing in asses' milk and had always wanted to give it a go. I took off my Jasmine outfit and looked down at my new body. My situation had so overpowered me that I had forgotten who I now looked like. Jane Stephens was no more, at least in body.
I dipped a brown, slender leg into the bath. Ummm, that felt good. I put my other leg in and sank in. Oww, I'd just sat on my hair. I'd forgotten it was that long. I stretched out and relaxed for the first time in ages. It didn't bother me as much as I thought, having my body changed like this. Sure, I'd want my proper form back, but this was nothing compared to how HE is changing.
Oh God, what's happening to me? I've become intoxicated with this place. I'm beginning to forget. This place is like the Elysian Fields; once here, you forget your past. Hassan does not need bars and armed guards to keep his women here; he seduces them with words and milk baths, and soon they forget their past. This I will not do. Hold on, my sweet, I'll be back soon; this I vow.
After spending an hour in the bath, I got up and dried myself off. Hmm, being Jasmine's not so bad, but I've yet to meet someone who will recognize me as her.
I put on an ornate silk dressing gown and, tired from the events of the day, slept.
A knock at the door awoke me at, I guess, around 11 am.
"Come in," I shouted.
At the door was another girl, this time dressed in what I would call traditional harem costume. She was smaller than me at 5'4", large-breasted, and looking very scared.
"The master requests your attendance at his conference now," she said.
"What shall I wear?" I asked.
"The master asks that you wear dress five from your collection and shoes number twenty," she said, still in fear of me. Why?
I went over to the closet and saw each hanger had a number. I saw a beautiful blue saffron dress that seemed to shimmer in the light. I put it on and looked in the nearby mirror. I'm still not used to my new reflection, but I will admit the old me could never carry off that outfit the way I could now. My hair was a mess, though. I went over to the dressing table and went to pick up an ivory hairbrush.
"Mistress, you are not allowed; let me," the lady said.
"Okay, thanks," I said as I gave her the hairbrush.
I sat down, reveling in the feeling of having my hair brushed in such a sensuous way. Remember, Kat, Elysian Fields, hold on to your promise.
"I have done, mistress," the girl said.
I stood up and looked in the mirror in awe of the image there. No one I had ever seen had ever portrayed such an air of grace and majesty as I now did. A beautiful Arabian princess stared back at me, her arms moved up to her face in time with mine. The blue dress showed every curve, my tiny waist exaggerated them but not so much as to look ridiculous.
"You must come now," the girl said.
I went to the closet and picked out shoes number twenty; they were deep blue in color with only a slight heel. They fitted perfectly.
I followed the girl downstairs and into a large room.
Hassan sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his guests. Every single jaw in the place dropped as they took me in.
"Is she not a jewel beyond measure?" Hassan said and beckoned me to move over to him.
"She is indeed. I wish all my girls were like her," a fat, disgusting man, about fifty, said.
"I'm sure you do, Osman. But this is one jewel you will not touch," Hassan said.
I walked over to Hassan, and he pointed to a wine jug.
"Serve us, please," he said.
I picked up the jug and did so.
The evening went on with me being just a waitress and the object of many lewd jokes, judging by the laughter.
At the end of it, the others went away, leaving just me and Hassan alone.
"Be glad Osman Rahmani did not buy you," Hassan said.
"Why?"
"He is an evil but powerful man. He was boasting that he had gouged a girl's eye out with a hot iron because she disobeyed him," he said.
I shuddered at the thought. Poor girl, my heart goes out to her.
"Sit a while, and let us talk," Hassan said.
We talked about many things. He outlined his promise that he would not touch me unless I wanted it. I was, however, to serve at his table whenever he wanted. I was also responsible for discipline between the other girls and would be expected to keep them in order. That explained why my 'maid' was so scared.
He outlined his family history to me. His family had always lived here, and before his parents died, they had hoped that he would find a wife soon. Oh God, Kat, he means me. Hassan also stated that it was forbidden to talk about my past, only our future.
"It is time you went to bed; we have more guests tomorrow."
My maid took me upstairs, and my head was in a whirl. How can I escape, and how long before I succumb to Hassan's charm?
As each day passed, I saw in my mind's eye my husband slowly changing into HER. I felt bitter and powerless to help. Come on, hubby, fight it, I thought each day as the time drew near when he would become HER forever.
I was not allowed near the other girls in normal day-to-day life. I had to deal with a few disputes between girls, but they were only minor matters.
A month after my capture, I felt a pit of despair in my stomach. By now, there would be two Elizabeth Bexleys, one my sweet, the other a demoness from hell. I must get out. I must find out my love's fate.
The same pattern of serving tables and talks afterwards repeated itself for a couple of months when Hassan came to visit me.This was a first, as he had always called me and had never come to visit.
"Come, my Jewel, we have some shopping to do," he said.
He took my hand, and we went to his waiting limousine.
F+2 months.. |
116,739 | Sorry | 'Don't say a word, darling,' he instructed her, 'Not one word until I've finished.' He led her to an old-fashioned open carriage with red velvet seats. A glossy black horse was between the shafts, and a smartly dressed driver was holding the reins. They got in, and he sat facing her. He produced a box of expensive Belgian chocolates, a bunch of red roses, and a bottle of champagne. He piled his gifts on the seat beside her.
As they progressed down the street, he directed her gaze upward to a banner across the street that read 'I'M SORRY'. A truck pulled alongside them with a string quartet on it, playing one of her favorite pieces of music. He brought out a jeweler's box and opened it to show her the diamond necklace with matching earrings and bracelet. He pointed up as they passed under another banner reading 'I'M VERY SORRY'.
A fire engine pulled up behind with the local version of the Chippendales balanced on top, stripping and striking poses. A brass band swung out from a side street to follow the carriage. From under his seat, he took a fur coat and laid it across her knees. An elephant joined the procession with the word 'Sorry' embroidered on its headpiece. Up in the sky, a plane was writing 'I'M SO VERY SORRY' across the sky with its exhaust.
They pulled to a halt outside a five-star hotel. He led her along a red carpet and up to the honeymoon suite. A carefully chosen meal was laid out waiting for her. Then he took her to the four-poster bed and carefully undressed her. He made love to her slowly and passionately, dwelling on each inch of her body until he had produced the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Only then did he enter her and gently bring them both to orgasm.
Holding her close in his embrace, he whispered, 'I'm more sorry than words can ever say. Please forgive me.' She turned and looked deep into his repentant eyes.
'I always forgive you, you should know that by now. I just have one question: what are you saying sorry for?'
'For whatever I did to upset you,' he replied earnestly. She sighed and sat up, pulling her clothes back on.
'If you don't know what you're saying sorry for, it's a worthless apology. Why didn't you take a fraction of the time you wasted setting this all up to ask me why I was upset?'
'Darling, wait. I'm an idiot, tell me now, please. I'm sorry.' |
117,268 | Games, Dances and Metamorphoses | 'Aaaaaaeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!' The scream said it all. One of Diya's holes had been filled! SRK had jumped towards the end of his run and had directly landed half of his cock into Diya's asshole. He raised his arms in triumph, his cock still embedded in her ass. Nana gave him an approving grin and then sat on the sofa. Diya was hollering now. The enema had left her ass sore. The last thing she wanted right now was to be ass-fucked.
'No! Please! No! Not in my ass! It hurts!' she begged.
All this did was to make SRK even more determined. He grabbed her hips and started raping her ass inch by inch. The enema had cleaned her ass, but not prepared it for a nine-inch cock. It was tight as hell, and the sphincter hadn't yet decided to open up. SRK wasn't a man with patience.
'S-S-Shit! It's so tight! I'll have to push harder!' saying so, he gave another heave. Diya's ass held a vice-like grip on his cock. Was it his imagination or could he feel her asshole tearing around his member? While the others found this very entertaining, Nana was bored.
'Daphne, give me a lap dance,' he ordered Karisma, 'Snowy Bottoms, watch!' Esha watched as Karish stood up. Her petite frame was like a master artist's work: flawless. She still had her glasses on, which gave her that innocent schoolgirl look. She then grabbed her peach-colored buttocks and bent slightly so that her behind jutted out, just like when she asked Salman to slap her 'back pocket' in Judwaa. Then she started swaying her hips to some invisible music. Little by little she lowered her ass over Nana's lap. Esha watched avidly as Karish brushed Nana's cock teasingly and then lifted away her ass. Karish was caressing her ass and moaning softly; which was such a contrast to Diya's animal shrieks.
SRK was pounding Diya's ass mercilessly. Diya's ass made strange sucking sounds. The oil Nana had poured helped somewhat, but it couldn't make her extremely tight asshole any bigger! She was hollering! On the other side, Diya's counterpart from RHTDM was shrieking like a fool too. But his screams were muffled by his underwear in his mouth. Nagma the Cow had already milked him once. She was yanking at his cock, trying to get it stiff again. Since she couldn't use her hands, she gripped on Maddy's cock with her teeth. Maddy was wishing he'd die.
Aishwarya was trying to seduce Jackie. She'd fantasized about him since she was a schoolgirl. She'd crept beside him on all fours and was now brushing her head against his thigh. Jackie, on the other hand, was paying no attention; he wanted to save up all his cum for Diya. Ash was getting frustrated. In the outside world, she could have any guy at her feet. Here she was begging, and getting no attention!
Esha watched as an invisible force seemed to be drawing Nana's cock towards Daphne's ass. Daphne was still wiggling her ass, but her movements had got quicker. Esha noticed a glistening line of cum-juice making its way down Karish's thigh. She was definitely enjoying this. Then suddenly Nana grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on his cock. Karish let out a guttural moan as the cock made its way up her wet slit. Karish had always had one problem with Nana. His cock was just too goddamn big to fit her little box. And Nana liked to fuck his cock in up to the hilt. The rapier had soon filled her up. Nana was still pulling her down with his strong hands. Karish began to squirm in pain. She knew she could take no more. Nana knew it too, but he loved to see Daphne struggle. And struggle she did. Violently! She was swaying from side to side, trying to escape the monster. All this caused such a lot of friction that Nana felt his cum rising. He put his right arm around Karish's waist and jammed her down on his cock. Then both of them hit their orgasms simultaneously. Karish could feel boiling sperm being deposited in her cunt as wave after wave hit her. It was the best orgasm she'd had in a long time.
Apparently SRK had finished as well. Diya's shrieking had stopped. A small stream of white cum was following from her asshole. The asshole was an angry red. Diya was absolutely exhausted; her face down in SRK's underwear. Tears were flowing from her eyes.
Hrithik was the next in line to take Diya, but he had other plans. "Nana, can I have Fattie instead?"
"By all means! Fattie, entertain Hrithik!"
Esha was glad she'd have Hrithik. She remembered him as a kind and nice guy, the kind who'd do her gently, not a wolf like Nana. She walked across and stood opposite him. She gave him a naughty grin. Suddenly her senses reeled. Hrithik had slapped her hard.
'Kneel, Bitch!' he ordered, 'Haven't you been taught anything? Does one grin at one's master?'
Esha was scared. She hadn't seen Hrithik like this. She knew he was intense, and if he had this mad domination streak, she was in trouble. She immediately sank to her knees. Esha almost burned up as Hrithik walked around her in a circle, examining her body closely. Then he bent down and squeezed her pulpy white rotund bottom hard. Esha let out a whimper, but went silent as soon as she met his disapproving glare.
'Up, Fattie! And hands to the toes!'
The room had gone silent. Diya had stopped crying and was looking surprised. Even Nagma had stopped torturing her male toy and was watching this metamorphosis of Hrithik. Nana had an approving look; he had decided to induct Hrithik as a trainer at the BSA.
Esha stood up, then bent at her waist and touched her toes. Hrithik went behind her and without warning yanked her cheeks apart. This was the second time in the evening that Esha's ass had been handled this way. She began to cry as her dreams of a soft screw disappeared into thin air. Then Hrithik lifted his hand and brought down his palm on her ass with a loud smack. Esha's ass immediately blushed, and she let out a howl.
'Quiet, Bitch!' Hrithik ordered. Smack! Another blow landed on her reddened ass. The blubber in Esha's ass was quivering under each stroke, making a mighty fine sight.
But Jackie was getting impatient.
'I'm not going to have sloppy seconds! I want a clean ass!' he said, pointing towards Diya's behind.
'Sure thing! Scrunt, clean her up!'
Bipasha made a face. Then she wished she hadn't. The next second she was shrieking at the top of her voice and grabbing the collar at her neck. Nana had jabbed the remote of the Shocker.
'Obedience always, Scrunt!' said Nana. A frightened Bipasha quickly crawled up behind Diya and started licking the cum from her ass crack. She'd proceed to suck on the ass and draw all the cum out. This could take some time and Nana always made sure his guests never had a dull moment.
Vivek had come and whispered something in his ear a little while before.
'Gentlemen, lest you get bored, we have two surprise packets for the evening. Surprise because even the abducted cunts didn't know they'd be entertaining us. I present to you Bouncing Check, and Thorny the Horny!'
Vivek had pulled in a giant trunk. The sound of frantic thumping indicated that the contents were alive, and shit scared. Vivek flipped the lid open and Nana walked up to the trunk. He grabbed the girls by their raven black hair, and hauled them up. Everyone stood dumbstruck as they saw two of the hottest chicks in showbiz with their hands in cuffs behind their back, their legs tied up at the ankles, and as bare as the day they were born.
'I ordered these 'items' to be picked up for giving us a private show here. Won't you dearies?'
The girls looked confused and shit scared. They just looked around petrified, not saying anything... |
117,727 | The Night Before | 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ship,
The crew worked overtime, the bedroom to equip.
The satin sheets were turned back by housekeeping with care,
In hopes that Rand and Chapel soon would be there.
The workday world was chased from their minds,
Concerns they had, but of a sexual kind.
Janice in her lingerie, Christine in the buff,
Had just settled in for some of that foreplay stuff.
When outside their room there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door they flew at a jog,
Opened the door, their mouths all agog.
The hallway was filled with many a box,
Stacked by Kirk, who was grinning like a fox.
The boxes there were oh so many,
Big, short, fat, tall, and skinny.
"Your friends want to help, that's why I am here.
Look what they sent you, they're all so dear.
From Sulu, a tongue extension, not sure if it'll fit;
From the looks of his tongue, he sure could use it.
"From Spock, body paints, of the edible kind,
Scented to drive you out of your mind.
From Scotty, his sense of humor each of you recalls -
I believe these things are dissolving benwa balls.
"This big box with the bow, have no clue, but it's heavy as shit.
The tag says from Uhura, wouldn't be surprised if she were in it.
Chekov sends his love and wishes for your romance;
He sent you some music and hopes you'll dance.
"McCoy sends these handcuffs made of plastic,
A vibrator, I hope, or a dildo gigantic.
Amanda sends these clamps, they look like they're tight;
If it hurts, she says, you're doing it right.
"Let's see, yes, I believe that's all but for mine -
For the couple I have a bottle of wine.
Nectar of the Gods, for these two that we all do adore,
May your love soon consummate before Christine starts to snore."
Kirk strolled down the hall, whistling a tune quite romantic.
The door behind him closed, to the bed they raced, frantic.
"Oh my god, yes, right there, that's the spot!
Get me off, I can't stand it, God I'm so hot!"
Janice moaned and writhed, came dozens of times.
Christine smiled through it all and relished her whines.
Janice pushed her away, panting desperately for breath,
Then whispered, "Oh, I just love you to death."
She kissed Christine's breasts, then further down south;
Her clit she engulfed in the heat of her mouth.
Christine held out until orgasm overpowered her will,
Janice swallowed her love juice, not a drop did she spill.
It went on from there, do you need me to elucidate?
If it was possible, they tried it, found all of it great.
They collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sated,
In the afterglow of good sex they luxuriated.
The next morning a card did they discover,
Signed by the crew, its words most clever:
"May your years of happiness be never ceasing,
May your orgasms in number be ever increasing."
THE END |
120,168 | The Shopper's Orgy, Or, The Saturnalia Before Christmas | 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the malls,
Crowds piled to the rafters and massed in the halls,
As bags crammed with gifts swung from fierce clutching hands,
In a hope to fulfill family Christmas demands.
For all of the hoopla through preceding weeks
Changed everyone's kids into toy-lusting freaks.
While Pop's gleaming bonus and Mom's Christmas fund
Had been beaten, and eaten, and long been outrun.
I bought the last present, my money had taken flight.
"Christmas shopping is over!" I cried with delight.
And then as I pictured them under the tree,
I discovered I hadn't got something for me!
A sound from an alley behind opaque glass
Proved the Adult Toy Shoppe was having a blast!
Away to that alley I lunged with a rush,
Pushed open their entrance and joined the mad crush.
And there in the midst of consumer elation,
Stood a nook of resources for sex recreation,
With buxom assistants to show, lest you scoff,
Demonstrating their wares, also how to get off.
So just as I entered, briefly pausing to gape,
A salesgirl swooped down, before I could escape.
With a hand on my arm the girl drew me aside,
And made me an offer I never had tried.
On one displayed breast the girl rouged up her teat
With a peach-flavored blush, so I sampled this treat.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear
But her alternate nipple and its flavor - beer!
Those sweet little salesgirls, so ready to play
In a twink... please excuse me, I thought they were gay!
More rapid than Ronco, calling sex aids by name,
Demonstrating each feature, as customers came.
"Try Anal Beads! Rumble balls, Clit Clamps - they're scary!
Or Beat-Me & Eat-Me-Whips, licorice or cherry."
From the top of the shelf, and from under the counter
Came arcane devices to blow him, or mount her.
Artificial vaginas, cock enlargers and rings,
Cybernetic sex dollies, and other man-things.
Butt plugs and dildos - heads: single or double
Nipple clamps, Ben Wa, or a Gimp Mask for trouble.
The customers crowded the counters and shelves,
To admire the goods - activate on themselves.
They assisted each other, sometimes without asking,
And soon were compelled to commence multitasking.
Till they roused like a dirty old man with a virgin
Or that celibate, sworn to be rid of her burden
As the shoppers around this seductive display
Were clasped in a fog of aphrodisiac spray.
And then, with a flaring of each straining nostril,
The customers turned into Spartans who'd lost will.
And before I could cover my breasts or my rear,
The hem of my skirt had been yanked past my ear.
And all I could see was this wee chubby elf
Who lifted my dress while he kneaded himself.
Before I could flee from this obscene abuse
He grabbed me, and held me - would not turn me loose.
His hand at my loins made a mess of my pussy,
But I, sniffing spray too, was no longer fussy.
He ripped off my panties - pantyhose hung in tatters
Then bunged in his cock with a slap and a splatter.
His saucer-shaped eyes staring up were quite glassy,
As his one hand grasped ass, and the other my chassis.
The drool from his mouth dribbled all down his tie
To mix with our love juice, sometime, by and by.
My taut swollen nipple he held 'twixt his teeth,
While his dick burrowed upwards from somewhere beneath.
His hand on my ass, I could not feel distincter,
I thought, till he entered his thumb in my sphincter.
He was chubby and short, but he really could jump,
As his dick 'gainst my cervix went bumpity-bump.
The bright crimson glow on his glistening bald pate,
Soon gave me to know he'd been desperate to mate.
He splayed me and played from under my chin
As he poked up, fell out, and jumped upward again.
Then I - crouching lower - my knees turned to jelly,
Felt his heat as he massaged his chest with my belly.
He spoke not a word, neither grunting nor groaning
Just silently gave me a masterful boning.
Then hooking a leg behind - and pressing fore,
Till I tripped, and we fell - and then screwed on the floor.
And wrapping thick fingers all 'round my soft neck
He gradually choked me - exciting, by heck!
And jumping aboard me he hammered away,
While the milling crowd moved on, or watched our display.
His eyes, how they glittered, his nostrils were flaring,
His hips swiveled 'rounded like 'twere made with ball bearings.
In a flash or a twinkle, he twice made me cum
Him alone first - and once when they stepped on his bum.
Then, "Hark!" As betwixt my thighs I heard a whistle,
He exploded inside, like a Tomahawk missile.
But I heard him declare, just before I blacked out,
"I come only at Christmas, and there's never no doubt!" |
628 | Dream | "...She was wearing something pink, or off-white. All that I remember was the jacket I was wearing was a tweed sport coat. We walked into the house and headed for the bedroom. It was at the top of a small staircase and overlooked the living room. The bed was to the right and must have been 20' x 20'. It was covered with loose white cotton sheets and almost a dozen overstuffed pillows..."
"...I woke up in her arms. We were intertwined like pasta. I kissed her, and she murmured. I slipped out of bed, put on my coat, and walked down the stairs and out the door."
"...Upon my return, I headed directly for the elevated bedroom. For some reason, I was looking straight down on the bed, from the ceiling. She was completely nude and lying in the middle of the bed. The bed was white, her hair was blonde, and her skin was slightly tan. There were no pillows or blankets around her. She was a monolith of beauty amidst a sea of pale. The next thing I know, I have lost my vantage point of the ceiling, and I am next to her, unclothed. My lips upon hers awaken her. I passionately kiss her and move from her mouth to her ears and throat. My lips trail down her chest, and I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue. Slowly, I tire of this and gently start snaking further south. My hands are on her thighs. My mouth feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel, and I follow it. Down." |
730 | Wesley's Anal Ordeal Part 2 | "OWWWWWWWWW" Wesley gave out in a high pitched voice as Bok Dar the Ferengi slipped a stubby finger into Wes's tight virginal asshole.
"Listen to the pussyboy yelp" laughed the Klingon, cupping his growing member at the sight of Wesley's totally perfect and soon to be ravaged ass. Taul, the Vulcan captain and leader of Wes's abductors added, "Yes indeed, his is the Federation's most lovely heavenly body to behold." Bok Dar continued to finger fuck Wes's ass as acting Ensign Crusher moaned in discomfort. "Bring the boy into the interrogation room Bok" ordered Taul.
NO NO NO This can't be happening thought Wesley. He had known that many members of the Enterprise thought him attractive, but no one had made a pass at him, unless you counted Commander Riker's ass pats as passes....come to think of it, the Commander seemed rather fond of patting Wes's ass lately....but nothing could have prepared him for having his ass gouged by a horny Ferengi. They'll never accept me at the Academy if they found out about this, thought Wesley......Wesley had never heard about the rape rooms at Starfleet Academy or of Hell Week.......Picard had been shielding him....but nothing could shield him now as Bok pushed him on his hands and knees into the interrogation room....now with two Ferengi digits penetrating his tender ass.
"Good Bok, I like to see a boy on his hands and knees before I fuck him, especially a human boy...they're so soft and woman-like," offered Kor. "This is how we Ferengi treat our women" replied Bok Dar, "I thought the lad had better get used to it.
"ENOUGH" shouted Taul "I can no longer hold back the ancient calling of Pon Farr........Ensign Wesley Crusher....prepare to be fucked" the lustful Vulcan concluded as he snapped the two side buttons holding on his metallic briefs. They fell away revealing a throbbing cock, approximately 9 inches long....green tinged from the Vulcan blood that was rushing into it. Wesley could guess at its length because it was the same size as the Cilo-wrench he used in Engineering. Wesley's eyes got even wider when Kor, the renegade Klingon, stepped directly in front of him,.already undressed, and pointed an impossibly huge, deformed looking brownish cock at his tender mouth. "This is for you, Federation whore-boy" he said as he pressed the engorged head against Wes's mouth. "Kiss the pre-cum off my warrior dick, pussy boy."Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to [email protected]. |
746 | Incident at the Zoo | "Look, mommy, a gorilla!" the little girl screamed. Kate thought, for the hundredth time, that this seemed a very stupid thing to say. She had been working at the zoo for over 5 years, and all children seemed to say the same thing. She stopped looking out the window from the cage and went to the back. The intercom was located back there, and she picked it up. "Attention please. The zoo is closing now for the day. Please exit as soon as possible, as the animals want to get some sleep." She heard a small burst of laughter from outside, as she always did. As she put the mike down, Steve came in.
"Hey, are you going out with everyone else tonight?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't think so. Mr. Myers said there were some problems in Sarki's room, and he wanted me to check it out."
"Shit. I wouldn't go in there. That's one big ape!" He said.
"Well, he seems to like me. But anyway, I guess the lights are acting up, and he wanted me to take a look at them."
He grinned. "Well, don't let me keep you. Maybe sometime next week?" He asked.
"Sure, next week it is." She smiled back at him. He waved goodbye, and Kate got back to her work.
After taking her normal hour or two to get everything back in order, she went to her locker in the ladies' room to get out of her zoo uniform. After she got it all off, she remembered she had to fix those lights, but since the zoo was closed, she didn't think anyone would mind if she did it in shorts and a t-shirt. She left her things in the bathroom and headed for the gorilla house. After arriving there, she entered Sarki's room, wondering why Mr. Myers seemed to think she was a mechanic or an electrician. Sarki was a huge mountain gorilla, and usually not very amicable. But he had seemed to take to Kate immediately, usually hanging over her shoulder or something whenever she was in his cage. Today was no exception, as she climbed up toward the ceiling to get at the lights. There was a large platform near the ceiling, and she got on that in order to inspect the lights better.
Sarki pulled his bulk right up next to her, but there was plenty of room up there. She stood up and craned her neck, trying to look straight up while keeping her balance. Suddenly, she felt a large hand on her ass, slowly stroking it. She turned around quickly and found Sarki staring at her as his hand caressed her. She stood frozen, afraid that he might push her off the ledge or something. But what he actually did was bring his other hand up and began to feel her breasts through her shirt. Now, Kate never thought of herself as overly kinky, but this monkey was really turning her on! She slowly removed her shirt and bra, letting the huge gorilla feel her bare chest. He began squeezing her boobs, massaging them, while his other hand still wandered in her waist region. After a few minutes of this treatment, she couldn't stand it anymore. She removed her shoes, then her jeans, and finally her panties. Sarki sat down and pulled her over to him.
His hands still were exploring her body, and suddenly she felt one of his fingers stab up into her now-exposed hole. His finger, though not as long as a man's penis, was just as wide, and she began to squirm on it. His other hand fell from her breasts and curled around her, pulling her closer. He brought his face close to hers and stared at her with great interest. His hand was still working her over, but she wanted more. She knew gorillas would imitate a lot of things if they were done by a human, so she decided to test exactly what he would do. She moved down him until her face was right next to his chest. Her tongue tentatively darted out and began to kiss his leather-like chest.
She moved downward, further, until his now-erect huge cock was staring right at her. All thoughts of anything else quickly flew away with the sight of it, and she immediately took it in her mouth, taking great pleasure from his obvious excitement. But she pulled away, spread her legs, with the finger still in her, and hoped. He withdrew his finger and pressed his face against her chest, his tongue coming out and licking her nipples. He, too, moved downward and slurped at her wet hole. She groaned louder and louder, and just as she was about to orgasm, he roughly pushed her away. She landed on her stomach, and as she began to pick herself up, confused, she felt a huge cock fill her box. Sarki's breath came in rough gasps as he shoved his tool deeper and deeper into her. She began to groan even louder, and his pace quickened. After a few minutes of this, Kate couldn't hold back any longer. Her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms around his spike.
She bucked her hips upwards against his huge body, and with her contractions came a jerking from deep within him, and after a second or two she could feel his seed filling her. He slowly stopped his rammings and allowed her to climb out from under him. She realized that he had supported himself on his knuckles the entire time to avoid crushing her. She got dressed, but before she left, she taught him one more thing. Reaching forward, she opened his mouth a bit and brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his surprised mouth, but he soon realized what she was doing and also put his tongue in her mouth. After a small amount of fumbling, she felt as if she was kissing a real man, as he got the movements down right. She slipped her hand down to his limp dick and gave it a small squeeze, a promise that she would work late again soon. And it looked like she wasn't going out with Steve and her co-workers next week after all! |
446 | The Wife's Sister | "Of all the two-bit sluts in this world who could come on to me like that, why did it have to be her?" Michael asked himself bitterly. "Hey, sounds like a Bogart line out of `Casablanca'," he mused.
Michael was half-heartedly watching a hockey game on the small black-and-white TV that stood in the corner of the chalet they were renting on the slopes near Boulder. As the dwindling twilight further darkened the overcast skies, a windy snowstorm continued howling outside the tiny living room's balcony doors. Embers from a warm fire were still glowing in the fireplace. He took another pull of whisky and considered his options.
If he went to bed with his sister-in-law, he would have to tell his wife. He was certain that no affair could ever remain discreet; secrecy in infidelities and so-called casual affairs was a big myth. His marriage would probably survive an affair, but his relationship with his wife would never be the same. The long-term pain there would be costly.
Sex would also ruin his friendship with his sister-in-law. Michael *liked* Deloris. She was good people and fun to be around. She had interesting and valuable insights into travel, culture, and even psychology. Since she was a medical doctor, she was forever telling stories about patients, health issues, and society. Fucking would probably ruin all the fun he had talking to her and being around her and her husband.
Michael definitely did not mind hurting Deloris' husband; John was a real jerk. Clinically, he suffered from PE, but worse than the physical manifestations of John's problem was his callous lack of any sexual empathy. John really didn't care if Deloris had an orgasm or not. Sex between Deloris and her husband consisted of John's selfishly playing with her breasts until he was erect, some hasty fumbling around, and finally ejaculation within two minutes of penetration. For John, sex was simply getting his rocks off. Having absolutely no amorous experience before marrying John, Deloris had discussed her problems with her sister. Michael wondered if his wife's descriptions of their own lovemaking had influenced Deloris in any way. "Probably," he thought.
Michael turned the volume down on the TV, put a fresh log on the fire, and knocked back the rest of his whisky. Still thinking about Deloris, he stared into the fire and stoked the new log absentmindedly. Then he started looking at the CDs scattered on top of the stereo system. Giggles floated out of the kitchen as the two sisters exchanged gossip and caught up on each others' lives. After glancing at all the titles, he settled on Dire Straits' "brothers in arms," loaded it in the player, and went to the kitchen.
It was Michael's wife Gina's turn to do the dinner dishes, and Deloris was standing around watching. As the opening notes of "So Far Away From Me" glided through the little chalet, Michael walked into the kitchen, tapped Deloris on the shoulder and said "Let's dance." Deloris giggled, followed him out of the kitchen, and melted sensuously into his embrace. She concentrated carefully on following his adept fox-trot. Ballroom dancing was another aspect missing from Deloris' married life, and she was thrilled at the opportunity to dance.
After only a few seconds, Gina came out of the kitchen, her hands dripping suds, scrutinizing the dancing pair jealously. Michael swung Deloris in a pirouette, stepped away and embraced his wife. They danced a few steps, exchanging loving stares, then she pushed him away and went back in the kitchen to finish the dishes. Deloris and Michael picked up the rhythm and finished their dance, holding each other closely and flowing seductively to the music.
The feel of Deloris' soft, voluptuous breasts against him made Michael grow hard; his hot cock started pressing against his pants. The fox-trot they were dancing caused his cock to brush often against Deloris' legs during their dance. Embarrassed, they avoided each other's eyes. As the music faded away, Michael held her close to him and their eyes met.
"I'll come visit you tonight," he whispered huskily. His breathing was shallow and his heart was pounding with animal lust.Their relaxed, comfortable coitus lasted only fifteen more minutes before Gina once again started to buck and shudder. As her climax washed over her, Michael had trouble just keeping his cock inside her cunt. When she breathed the last blissful, contented sigh of her third orgasm, Michael brought his hand out from under her and shifted his weight onto his hands. Then he started pumping harder and faster. Soon he, too, was coming again, ejaculating only a few drops of semen deep into his wife's wet vagina. A few minutes later they were both asleep.
Early the next morning, after each took turns running in the freezing cold to the bathroom, they again made love, in spite of their stiffness from the previous night's extended sexual activities. Ravenous, they showered together quickly and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
After breakfast on Saturday morning, John drove off to do business at a hospital in Vale. Michael, Gina, and Deloris hit the slopes early, and in spite of an occasional snow shower, the skiing was fantastic. Deloris raced down the slopes maniacally, trying to show off her style. Michael thought she moved her hips too much and her knees too little but didn't tell her. Deloris was wearing matching pink sunglasses, headband, ski suit, and gloves. Michael kept pace with his sister-in-law but waited for his wife at the lifts. Deloris flirted with single men in the lift-lines but always lost them on the slopes; she was skiing very fast that day.
When the three skiers returned to the chalet that evening, there was a message from John on the answering machine. He was not staying in the chalet Saturday night because his business meeting had been extended late into the evening. John said he would meet them on the slopes Sunday morning.
As the second Dire Straits song started, Deloris looked down, away from Michael's lust-filled eyes. Though she still clung to him, he could see the uncertainty in her face and knew that she was not sure she wanted to sleep with her sister's husband.
"If you want to," she said softly. The uncertainty was also reflected in her voice. Her obvious doubt gave Michael pangs of guilt about his planned infidelity.
"If I go through with this," he thought to himself, "who is the real jerk? Her loyal, cuckolded husband with sexual problems, or her adulterous brother-in-law who takes advantage of her?"
Deloris's body features were almost the exact opposite of her sister's. Whereas Gina was tall and slim, with muscular limbs and small breasts, Deloris was only five foot four and had a much rounder figure. Gina's hair was long and dark. She had small brown, narrow eyes and full lips. Deloris, on the other hand, had short, sun-bleached, blonde hair, huge sparkling blue eyes, and thin lips. The irises of Deloris' eyes were hardly ever visible because her pupils were always so dilated.
When they got in bed Saturday night, Michael started fondling his wife.
"Are you hot?" she asked.
"Yes. Aren't you?"
"A little. I'm really tired and have 'sore-gasms.' Are you really hot?"
He rubbed his erect penis against her back.
"Oh no!" she wailed ironically. She took hold of his rock-hard penis and kissed him passionately, bringing his hand down to her vagina. After a few minutes of mutual masturbation, she rolled away and pulled him on top of her.
"I'm ready," she said unnecessarily.
Michael tried to be slow and gentle because Gina had complained of "sore-gasms." He noted that many women in the heat of passion somehow don't feel pain and later regret being so violent in their lovemaking. Penetrating very slowly, Michael pushed his pelvic bone against his wife's clitoris and rocked back and forth gently, pumping in long, soft strokes.
"Are you close?" Gina asked an hour later.
"No," he answered simply. "Do you want to try a different position?"
"Ok," she said tiredly. "Which?"
"Let's do it standing up," he said excitedly.
"No, I'm too tired."
"Ok, then doggy-style, you on top."
They both rolled onto their backs, and Michael helped his wife get on top of him. Gina slipped his soggy wet cock into her vagina, and he used both hands to manipulate her labia and clitoris. Gina moved in a slow, unsteady rhythm, and Michael manipulated her clitoris softly and quickly. Finally, after another hour of coital pulsing, Gina started to come. Her orgasm was much stronger and more intense than any that weekend; she was almost screaming from the burning intensity of exquisite pleasure. When the last of her spasms subsided, Michael pushed her limp body off of his and mounted her in missionary position. It took him almost twenty minutes to bring himself to an orgasm, and it was relatively short. The hours of foreplay and coitus had dampened his pleasure. It is also possible that his mind was not completely on his wife.
Spent from her intense orgasm, Gina was asleep in a few minutes. Michael's mind drifted downstairs to his lonely sister-in-law. His penis got hard just from his thinking about her gorgeous figure and soft, gentle skin. Biding his time, he looked at the travel clock and decided to give his wife 15 minutes to drift into a deep sleep before getting out of bed.
The minutes felt like hours, and he noticed he was looking at the clock more than twice a minute.
"You don't have to go," his conscience told him.
Ten minutes after his wife had fallen asleep, he slipped out of bed, put on his bathrobe, and climbed down the ladder. He went to the bathroom and padded quietly to the master bedroom. Deloris was sleeping in a warm-up suit, curled up in her down comforter. Michael's heart was pounding so hard, he thought he was going to have a heart attack.
He furtively climbed onto her bed and leaned his weight against her, bringing his face close to hers. She slept on, oblivious to his touch. He softly kissed her cheek and put his arms around her, gently prodding her until she finally woke up. Without saying a word, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Confused and ill-at-ease, he sat up on the bed waiting.
She climbed groggily back into bed and pulled the comforter over herself, ignoring him. He slipped under the comforter and embraced her again. She was completely passive, and neither said a word.
He kissed her, and she responded, pulling him to her and stuffing her tongue in his mouth passionately. Still uncertain of himself and the situation, he slowly slipped his hand under her sweatshirt and massaged one of her nipples. She moaned softly and pulled away from their embrace.
Michael thought she was going to tell him to go away, but instead, she slipped off her shirt and pulled him down on top of her. They necked like teenagers, swirling and fencing with their tongues while holding each other tightly. His hand kept up a steady manipulation of her huge, soft breasts and erect nipples.
Then he broke away from her kissing and started licking her nipple. Sucking her breast into his mouth, he slipped the rest of his body down on top of hers. Deloris moaned softly and arched her back each time he touched her breasts.
Michael slipped further down on her bed and pulled her warm-up pants down, burying his face in her wet vagina. She helped him slip off her pants and writhed under the caresses of his tongue on her vagina. Five minutes after his tongue started caressing her clitoris, she exploded in a long, intense orgasm, grunting deeply in her throat.
"Why won't you make love to me properly?" she asked him when her orgasm had subsided. He slid up her curvaceous body and lay on top of her, their faces almost touching.
"Do you want me to?" he asked.
"I don't want to hurt Gina," she said softly. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down the sides of her face.
"I'll take that as a 'no' then," he said. Relief flooded through him; he had not betrayed his wife. His hot, stiff cock rested uncomfortably on Deloris' thigh, millimeters away from that blonde obscure object of his passionate desire.
"To tell you the truth, I just wanted you to have an orgasm," he said earnestly. "It's not so important that we make love."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her in a bear hug, sobbing violently but quietly. When she finally let him go, he kissed her on the cheek and left her bed quickly before his cock got any better ideas. First, he went to the bathroom, bumping his erect penis in the doorway. He washed his face and hands thoroughly, but couldn't get Deloris' smell out of his mouth. Finally, Michael gargled a shot of whisky, sloshing it in his mouth until the burning sensation became unbearable.
"Where were you so long?" his wife greeted him as he slipped into bed.
"Shitting," he replied.
"Ok, g'night," she said sleepily.
"Good night, Gina. I love you."
"Love you too." |
515 | Beefstar | "Do you, like, ever let people into your meat-locker to, like, uh, you know, fuck around with the meat?" I asked.
The short-haired Greek man looked at me strangely from behind the counter. Several of the waitresses glared in my direction.
"What do you mean 'fuck around'?" the dumpy Greek asked.
"You know, like shoving your dick in and out of the openings in the meat. Then, like, getting a bunch of smelly, sticky cream of tubesteak all over the junk that you grind into foodburgers," I informed him.
"No, we don't do that. You don't do that. Nobody does that," the imbecile claimed.
"I do that," I began, "and as a matter of fact, most of my pals do that too. We like it."
Overhearing our conversation, one of the waitresses gave me a sour look. She seemed to be acting like she was getting sick. The cook and the other two waitresses completely ignored everything except the random orders for patty melts and double cheeseburgers.
"Look, I don't want to do anything weird or strange or anything. I just want to fuck a bunch of meat that you got in your huge ol' meat locker. Listen, don't any of you stupid fuckers understand what I'm saying?" I stated in an agitated manner.
"Mister, people gotta eat my food. If you stick your dick in the food, no one can eat. Frank will lose money. We can't do that," the Greek said.
"How much money would you lose, bright eyes?" I asked.
"A big thing of cow costs Frank $220 for a half," Greek-man said.
"Well, I want to fuck around with about 13 of them. Let's see...that's about $2860...and I'll give you...oh, let's see...$40 just for letting me do it, OK?"
"I don't know."
"OK. Look, I'll give you $3000 cash, RIGHT NOW, 'cause I like you an awful lot, and also 'cause I'm fucking sick and tired of trying to talk to you goddamn Greek half-wits."
The Greek seemed to ponder what I had said for a minute, or perhaps he was just wallowing in incomprehension. One waitress went into the back-room and loudly threw up.
"OK. But you give Frank the money NOW."
I handed the three bills over to the fool and lifted up a section of the counter and walked into the walk-in freezer.
"OK, you can fuck with 13 sides of cow, but leave the cheese and other stuff alone. OK?"
There was a wide variety of different kinds of food present in the walk-in freezer. Many, many eggs and other fine foods. I could see containers of pancake batter and butter. On the left was what I was after. Thirteen beautiful sides of beef!
I started to get a hard-on just looking at the beef!
"You got your cash. Get out of here!" I shouted at the geek.
I casually waltzed up to the nearest beef-side and began to sweet-talk it.
"Hi, new in town? Ever get into Satanism? Shit, you're cute."
The cool beef did not reply.
--Original story by Don Bolles |
521 | A History of an Aberrent Sexual Contest | "Fnorking" is a colloquial term for contests involving females inserting small dead animals into their vaginas. All known instances involving "fnorking" have occurred on college campuses. The contests dealt with several females competing to insert as many animals as possible into their vaginas, the winner being the one able to insert more than any of the other contestants. The winner of the contest was sometimes crowned the "fnork" queen.
The earliest known incidences of "fnorking" occurred in the late 1920s. The phenomenon seems to have been an outgrowth of the goldfish eating fad prevalent at that time. Most goldfish eating contests involved college-age males consuming as many live goldfish as possible. The female collegians of that time were less inhibited than preceding generations of females and developed their own version of this fad. They held contests involving the insertion of as many goldfish as possible. The goldfish were most often inserted while live. Contests were held late at night in college dormitories, although there is a report of one contest being held in broad daylight beside a well-stocked pond. This contest is said to have involved at least twenty-five females, and the winner was able to "consume" twenty-seven goldfish.
All known "fnorking" contests seem to have been held at exclusively female colleges and universities, although, considering the segregation of males and females at schools in this time period, this is not unusual. "Fnorking" seems to have been an outgrowth of the general loosening of morals in the 1920s era and the women's suffrage movements of the early part of that decade. The less inhibited females of the era were more inclined to enter such bizarre contests.
As the fad progressed, the contests were not limited to just goldfish but were expanded to include other species of small animals. It is known that contests were held involving the "fnorking" of hamsters, gerbils, lizards, salamanders, frogs, small birds, and even one contest involving chipmunks. All of the above contests involved dead animals. The preferred method of killing the animals was suffocation. The contests were held immediately after the animals were killed because they were "still warm and still very pliable."
The phenomenon seems to have disappeared after the turn of the decade. This is possibly because of the depression era when fewer females were attending colleges, and also morals experienced a general regression. No known incidences of "fnorking" have been reported until very recent times.
Recent reports have emanated from the Florida area and from Europe, specifically at the 1991 "spring break" in Florida and one incidence in 1989 in Denmark involving sixty college-age females inserting frogs in a day-long contest. There were reports of three contests in the Miami area in 1991, two involving insertion of goldfish and one the insertion of small toy stuffed animals. The winner of one of the goldfish contests was able to insert twelve fish and is reported to have received a cash prize in the amount of five hundred dollars.
Interviews of 1920s-era females involved in "fnorking" contests indicate that no prizes were awarded in the contests of that period. The females stated that most entered the contests due to peer pressure. They also indicated that the contests were held in conjunction with college fraternity initiations.
The origin of the word "fnork" is very hard to discern. All of the females interviewed stated that "it was always called that." One woman did offer as an explanation that "fnork" is formed from the first letters of Greek words describing the activity. At this time, I have not been able to discover the words used, if there are any. No written descriptions of the activity have been brought to light, although, considering the type of activity, this is not unusual. All of the females interviewed were very reluctant to admit to being in the contests.
Considering the recent resurgence of the "fnorking" phenomenon, it is possible that the general lessening of sexual inhibitions in females in recent times has allowed the fad to resurface. In this day of personal video, how soon will some enterprising person make a record of one of these interesting contests? |
79,489 | Poppy | 'Look after the house, Poppy, and if you go out, please remember to lock up. I'll be back about six.' She tripped happily down the steps. He watched her, enjoying her shape in the tight leather trousers. He wondered if she wore panties under them. The children heard her little sports car zoom off down the road.
'She work, your Mum?'
'No. But she goes out two afternoons a week. It's a secret.'
'You wanna go out? Down the mall?'
'Let's look at my comics.'
'OK.'
'This used to be my Dad's office when he still worked from home. Now I keep my stuff in it. You like Wonder Woman, or is she too girly for you?'
'Superman's better, but Wonder Woman's okay.'
'I like this stuff. Look, she's caught this guy and tied him up with her magic rope...it's a sort of belt. I like that stuff, I mean when she captures a guy. I like to imagine I'm Wonder Woman with him tied up.'
'Let's play at that. I'll be a crook, and you be Wonder Woman. What can you tie me to?'
'Oh! I've thought about that too. If we turn this table on its side, then the legs make a good frame to tie a crook to. And I've even got some old rope. Yes, like that. But you should take your shirt off. They never wear shirts when she ties them up.'
'That too tight?'
'I like it.'
'Nothing to tie your ankles too. Pity.'
'You don't look much like Wonder Woman.'
'I asked Mum to get me a Wonder Woman costume last Christmas, but Dad said it would be too sexy for a twelve-year-old.'
'He's right. You do look sexy.'
'You think I look sexy.'
'You do. And you'd look even sexier in a silk costume.'
'Tell you what. I'll be Sheena Queen of the Jungle, and you be the evil big game hunter who has been attacking her animals. She only wears a brassiere and panties. You'll have to imagine mine are made of leopard skin.'
'Now you look real sexy.'
'I don't really need a trainer bra yet.'
'Your tits look nice, and I can see your nipples through.'
'You like my panties? I chose them myself, with little hearts just here and here.'
'You gonna let me feel?'
'You're tied up!'
'Hey, what you doing, Poppy?'
'It's Sheena! I'm pulling your jeans off. And your underpants. And now I'm going to blindfold you.'
'Why you wanna do that? I want to see you.'
'It is not suitable for a male to see Sheena's nakedness. That is jungle law.'
'You undressing?'
'I'm taking my bra off now. And now my panties. There!'
'Let me look!'
'Can you feel that? My tits against your chest? Can you feel how hard they are? Sheena wants to kiss the captive. Mmmmm.'
'Mmmmm.'
'Hey! Why did you do that?'
'Sheena always spanks her captives. Haven't you noticed? There's lots of spanking in the jungle.'
'Ouch! Hey! Cut it out! Ouch!'
'Captive likes the spanking. Feel! Captive's manhood is hard now.'
'That's your tits, and the kiss, not the spanking! Ouch! What you doing now?'
'Sheena takes pleasure. Sheena rubs her hard clitty with her fingers. Sheena's finger is right up in her now. Mmmmm!'
'Hey! Let me look. Don't stop feeling my cock.'
'Your cock later. Sheena is jerking her own clitty! Sheena has watched animals in the jungle.'
'I can feel your belly and cunt against me, as well as your tits.'
'If Sheena stands on one leg, her other one across your bum, then Sheena can rub your cock on her clitty. Like that! Oh! That's good. Kiss! Mmmmmm.'
'That's nice. It's slipping up and down your slit. You're ever so wet!'
'Sheena likes hard little man-arse. Sheena likes hard man-cock.'
'Ouch! Cut that out! Hey, that's good. Warm and wet and tight. I can feel you gripping it.'
'It's slipped up into me. Oh! That's lovely. I can feel I'm coming. Yes! Aaaaaah. Jesus! Yes!'
'You didn't come? I often come. That was better than with my candle.'
'I like to come too. But not in you. Not without a condom. Don't want any little Sheenas!'
'That's nice, Luke. I'll let you see as a reward. You want?'
'I want. Jesus, I want!'
'Is that nice? My tits against your cock?'
'You got lovely tits, Poppy. Let me feel. I want to kiss them.'
'Sheena, not Poppy. And of course you do. All the men do. Even the teachers. I can see them looking at me and wishing!'
'Please...'
'Perhaps next time. Now is this nice? This is what Tracy does to Tommy. I always wanted to try it.'
'Jesus! Suck like that Poppy...Sheena. Just like that. Be careful or I'll come.'
'Come! Mmmmm. Is that all? You done?'
'Undo me now. Ah! That's better. Next time, no Sheena crap, eh?'
'I liked you tied up. But I will let you have a feel first! And I know where Mom hides her rubbers! She's got a huge box of them in the boot of her car. She'll not miss a few.'
'Cool! Let's go down the Mall and see if Tommy and Tracy are there.'
'No boasting, you. No kiss and tell, Luke, or else no more.'
'Promise! Want me to fasten your bra?' |
82,933 | From The Desk of Mike Stone, Mike's Joke File 12-22-14 | 'Tis the season to tell jokes.
Santa Claus stopped at this really hot young woman's house to deliver Christmas gifts. As old St. Nick was putting some gifts under the Christmas tree, the hot chick came down the stairs wearing a short, red silk nightgown. "Santa, I'm so lonely tonight, could you stay for a few minutes?" the young woman said in a sexy voice. "Ho, ho, ho! Santa's gotta go, have to deliver these toys, you know!" Santa said to the hot chick. "Santa, if you stay for one hour, I'll take off my nightgown." The hot chick said as she took off her nightgown. "Ho, ho, ho! Santa's gotta go, have to deliver these toys, you know!" Santa again said. "Santa, if you stay for two hours, I'll take off my bra." The hot chick said as she took off her red bra. Santa looked at the chick's tits and said, "Ho, ho, ho! Santa's gotta go, have to deliver these toys, you know!" Santa again said. "Ho, ho, ho! Santa's gotta go, have to deliver these toys, you know!" The hot chick then said, "Santa, if you stay for the whole night, I'll take off my thong." The hot chick took off her red thong. Santa looked over her smooth pussy and said, "Hey, hey, hey! Santa's gotta stay, can't go up the chimney with my dick this way!" |
84,579 | Making Ends Meet part 1 | 'More bubbly, Colin?'
'Enough tonight.'
'Come on, the girls are ready.'
'Had enough for one night, you go on.'
'Thought you wanted to bonk the blonde.'
'Had enough for one night, you take the girls home.'
'But...'
'Look, don't worry about me. Here,' Colin pressed several twenties into his companion's hand. 'Go.'
'You gonna be okay?'
'Sure, sure, just go.'
His erstwhile drinking companion left him then, intercepting the evening's 'dates' and ushering them out of the club without so much as a backward glance.
Colin was not as drunk as he seemed; it had mostly been a ruse to lose his self-appointed minder, Graham. Ever since his inheritance, Graham had barely let him out of his sight. Not that that was so bad - Graham had been a mate since primary school, the money was obviously a magnet, but he was pretty sure that Graham really thought that he was looking after Colin. Well, it got to grate sometimes, and tonight was definitely one of those times.
The unexpected windfall of three-quarters of a million pounds just eight months ago had really knocked him out. His benefactor, a distant cousin, had left the money, and he really couldn't fathom why. Still, it had all checked out, and here he was now, if he didn't go mad, set up for life. He left the club and took a taxi home - home, hmpf, mansion really, it was a 'crumbling' Victorian pile set in a couple of acres a mile or so out of town. Well, it wasn't crumbling now, and there was still work to do - the ultimate bachelor pad, all he really lacked was some regular female company. Never a great success with the girls, the money didn't help, so he made do with the good-time girls Graham kept finding.
He put on the stereo and settled down to the sounds of Yes' Topographic Ocean, one of his favourites. Then it hit him - he had money now, he could pursue some of his hitherto unaffordable fantasies, but start small, get a housekeeper. And if you have a housekeeper, why not a pretty young one? The idea hatched as Tormato hit track 2, and he started working on his ad copy to recruit his home help.
Wanted: live-in housekeeper,
Light duties,
All found + £5000 PA,
Suit student. Contact box 1245.
Sarah ringed it in blue as a 'couldn't hurt to apply', red was for 'must try' (2 bar jobs and a pizza delivery), green 'it will do in a pinch' (late shopper and singing telegram) and blue 'not much chance of getting' (this and evening librarian at the Uni.). The grant had come and gone, not that she had misspent, but just not budgeted very well. If she didn't get a job soon, she would be surviving on beans and pasta and walking everywhere. Although not a party animal, most of her money had gone on concerts, theatre and books, until the Christmas recess she was barely in her flat.
She sighed and started the now familiar 'I wish to apply for...' letters, the template was on her PC so she just needed to fill in the gaps appropriately. With an air of despondency, she stuck the stamps on and ambled down to the post box. |
243 | Modern Day Echo | Five-fifteen. Still time to make the bus if she hurried.
Laura quickened her pace as she made her way through the park towards
the Cayman Street bus stop. She really wished she wasn't in such a
rush, but alas, such is life. She sighed as she adjusted her
packages in her arms. The sun shone brilliantly overhead. The
pigeons had all gathered about the statue of Narcissus staring into
the fountain that decorated the city park.
Laura stopped and stared. She had never really taken time
out of her day to look at the statue. In spite of its weathered outer
texture, he was truly beautiful. She set her bags down on the steps
of the fountain and climbed up two more for a closer look. The
pigeons scattered as she crossed into their territory. He was indeed
spectacular, this Narcissus. No wonder he fell in love with himself.
The grayish green marble was fading, but you could imagine that it
once gave the illusion of alabaster skin. His eyes were deep-set, and
Laura imagined them to be dark green, perhaps with flecks of gold.
His lips were rosebuds, and his hair, a thatch of golden curls. Laura
was baffled that she had never noticed it before. His face bore a
boyish smirk as he gazed into the water to feast upon himself. She
felt the need to touch it.
She reached her hand out, stretching her fingers tentatively
toward the statue. Her fingers grazed his cheek and a hand clamped
over hers. She looked up, expecting to see a policeman hovering over
her, but there was no one there. She looked to her own hand and
realized it was covered by a young man's. He was about 19, and bore
an uncanny resemblance to the statue.
"hey!" she said. "What's the problem?"
"Nothing," he answered, face down. "I just saw you looking at
...looking that way."
He looked into her eyes and she gasped.
"You...you...uhh...." she stammered. "DId..uhh...you pose for
that?"
She gestured toward the statue, and as she set her gaze upon
it, she realized there was nothing there.
"I guess you could say so..." he smirked.
"You mean...you..."
He nodded.
"But...but...can't anyone see you, like I am seeing you now, I
mean? Aren't the scientists and tv crews going to bombard us at any
moment?"
"No," he answered. "You are the only one who can see me."
"Wow. How did this happen?"
"Well, I have loved myself for so long, and only myself, and
yet, when someone worships me as I worship myself, I am allowed a
bitter taste of true mutual love."
"But..."
"Please..." he said. "Let's not talk anymore."
He kissed Laura's hand and moved to be next to her. He slowly
lifted her arm. He frowned as he examined the clothing she wore. He
was clad only in something that could only be described as a mixture
of a toga and loincloth, cinched at the waist with gold braid. He
examined the clothing for a moment, then began tugging at it.
Laura made no move to stop him. She didn't know exactly how
to react, so she just let him. He finally tugged so hard that the
flimsy cotton blouse tore. A tear formed at the corner of his right
eye.
"Laura," he said sorrowfully. "I broke it!"
"No, no, honey...you just ripped it. Look..."
She showed him how the buttons fastened and unfastened. He
was intrigued. He unfastened them all and removed her shirt. She was
not wearing a bra, and her hard nipples stuck out from her small, firm
breasts. She felt the slight chill of the April breeze and brought
her arms up to shield her breasts.
Narcissus moved to her skirt next. Finding no buttons, he
tugged at it, and found it yielded willingly. Laura was scantily
dressed in only her small cotton panties. But not for long, he
removed those too.
He then walked around to face her, standing her up. He walked
around her entire form, stopping to kiss the sensitive areas on the
back of her neck. Shivers ran up and down her spine. With his hands,
he began exploring her body. He let his palms caress her swollen
nipples as she moaned with delight. She turned herself so she was
facing him. She wanted him to be as naked as she was. She felt so
free.
She remembered where she was for a moment and looked around.
Mothers strolled by with carriages, men walked dogs, children played,
but no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. She put
them out of her mind and focused back on her Narcissus.
He looked deep into her eyes as he lifted her arm once again.
He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, then moved on to
kiss the entire length of her arm... She let her head roll back and
her eyes close. There was something so passionate, and yet so
innocent about this man.
Narcissus took her hand and led her to the fountain. He
stepped in. She wondered for a moment if she could get in trouble for
that, but only for a moment did she wonder before following him. The
water was warm in comparison to the wind. She trailed her fingers in
it as the walked to the rocks that adorned the center. He sat Laura
down and stroked her hair. He was still wearing his makeshift robe.
Sensing her arousal, he removed it, and for the first time she gazed
upon his erect penis. It was beautiful, quite perfect in her eyes... |
1,382 | WONDER WOMAN VS. JACK THE TICKLER | "OOOH! UUUUUUNH!" moaned Wonder Woman as the titillator continued
its course, fondling her breasts while the vibrators induced orgasm
after orgasm in Wonder Woman's body.
"OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! YES! YES!" exclaimed Wonder Woman as the
titillator started to overload and short out.
"What! What are you doing? You're overloading my machine!" roared
Miss Millie angrily. Before Miss Millie could vent any more frustrations
the machine reached critical mass, exploding and falling apart onto the
floor.
"Curse you! Curse you Wonder Woman!" angrily yelled Miss Millie as
she removed the mini vibrators and robot hands from Wonder Woman's body.
"Have you any idea how long I was planning your demise this way?! You
overloaded my titillator! Have you no shame????!!!!"
"Calm down, Miss Millie, you could use a nap right now." said a
voice from behind as an ether soaked handkerchief covered Miss Millie's
nose and mouth. Seconds later Millie was fast asleep in the arms of none
other than JACK the TICKLER.
"Oh, no!" winced Wonder Woman as she began struggling against the ropes.
"Oh, yes! Twice in a row! I don't think I'll be able to practice any
of my rope work on you at this rate!" smiled Jacklyn as she quickly tied
Millie's hands behind her back and feet in a rapid hogtie, leaving her
bound on the floor.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle...." laughed Jacklyn as she started tickling
Wonder Woman's breasts.
"No! Stop! Please, whatever you do, don't tickle me with my golden
belt!" exclaimed Wonder Woman.
"What a good idea!" replied Jacklyn as picked up Wonder Woman's
belt, placing in her lap. With a sudden surge of super strength, Wonder
Woman instantly broke the ropes that bound her hands. Grabbing her power
belt, Wonder Woman began ripping off the ropes. Jacklyn slowly walked
back in complete shock as Wonder Woman placed her bracelets back on her
wrists.
Jacklyn pulled out an automatic pistol and fired two bullets, which
were easily deflected by Wonder Woman. Before Jacklyn could turn and
run, Wonder Woman threw her magic lasso around her, restraining the
British outlaw.
"Who are you?" assertively said Wonder Woman as she used the
compulsive force of the magic lasso.
"My...name's....Jacklyn....Sterling.....I....was
sent....to...kill....you....
by....the....Nazis....." replied Jacklyn.
"What do you know about Fausta and her sister?" asked Wonder Woman.
"I....don't...know...where....they
are....but....they're....is....in...this.
resort...." replied Jacklyn as she fell asleep under the effects of the
magic lasso.
Wonder Woman left Jacklyn asleep on the floor as she left the room,
looking for the dreaded Vunderkinds.
Soon after she left a woman dressed in a nurse uniform awakened Miss
Millie and untied her.
"Miss Millie, are you all right?" asked the woman.
"Connie! I'm glad to see you! Have you freed Bonnie and Lonnie?"
"Yes. But the front doorman said that he spotted the Ilsa and Shauna
Vunderkind! They're here!" excitedly said Connie.
"Excellent! We can neutralize Wonder Woman and turn in the
Vunderkinds! I'll receive rewards from both of the Axis powers at once!
Summon the guards, we must find them!" hastily said Miss Millie.
"What about her?" asked Connie, pointing at Jacklyn.
"Who cares! I never saw her before." replied Miss Millie as she left
with Connie.
Soon after Miss Millie left plotting her next strategem, a man
dressed in black entered the room and awakened Jacklyn. |
103,671 | Cuntanamo Bay | 'Train' passes through the final gate. A big sign over the gate displays official double-speak, but there is also some graffiti - a more honest 'welcome'.
Mary gets trundled into the 'fitting' area with the others. Here, the new inmates receive the induction speech, then are fitted with the PUSSY units.
"This is your new PUSSY. It belongs to Uncle Sam, and your old pussy belongs to it. You will wear it every minute for the duration of your stay here. How do I know you will? Because it does NOT come off until Uncle Sam wants it off. Your precious pussy is not yours anymore, it isn't your boyfriend's, or your girlfriend's, and it certainly won't be feeling your fingers again anytime soon. But don't worry, your pussy won't feel neglected, because PUSSY will be its very, very close friend."
Units begin in 'full power' mode as soon as activated. Mary is mid-way down the line. She sees the effects on the girls fitted before her - extreme sexual stimulus, rapid orgasms. By the time the tech gets to her, she's in a state of sexual conflict - her body highly aroused, her mind locked up in fear. The tech inserts the unit and turns it on. Mary's pussy goes into orbit, an orgasm only moments away. Then the tech picks up her papers to mark the fitting details and spots her 'special instructions'. The tech's eyes go wide in surprise, double-checks the paperwork. Mary is on the verge of orgasm, contorting wildly, desperate for clitoral contact, so close. Suddenly, the tech snaps out of it, quickly turns off her PUSSY unit, and removes it. The other girls are by now screaming in orgasm, while Mary screams in frustration, losing control, begging for an orgasm. The tech just laughs and says "not for you." The tech wheels her stand out of line and over to the front of the room, parking her facing the lines of girls contorting and yelling in massively stimulated orgasmic overload, while she is literally sobbing with frustrated arousal, clenching for all she's worth.
The tech considers for a moment, mutters to himself that she might actually be able to get off that way, grumbles why they cared if she did or not, right from the start? The tech goes and gets something that looks like a miniature football with some kind of projection. The tech inserts the 'football' in her cunt - it pops in easily, with her dripping lube. The tech grips the projection part and repeatedly squeezes it. The thing inside her pumps up, bigger, till it feels huge inside. The tech lets go and laughs, "There, how's that? Feel better with something to grip on? Go ahead." Now the 'projection' with its odd coiled end is sticking out forwards from her crotch like a penis. She clenches down on it, and the coiled part extends, unrolling like a party whistle. Except it's silent. It rolls back up as she relaxes. Humiliating! The whole room of women and guards can see exactly how much and when she's contracting. Plus, somehow the absurdity of it robs the edge from her arousal, and she can tell that orgasm is now out of reach. Not that she wants it less.
She's left there for an hour, as the other girls all shudder and buck through orgasm upon orgasm. Then their units seem to shut off automatically, and one by one, they are demounted and led away. Finally, she is the last one left in the room. The techs grab her trolley and wheel her back out into the corridor. Joking about how special she must be, they tell her she's been allocated as the recipient of the bee's knees - the very latest. The implantable units, not yet publicly available. "You totally won't know it's there! Well... you'll know by its wise moral guidance, while otherwise feeling and looking completely normal. All natural! Completely non-intrusive and will always be with you, for constant protection against the devil's temptations. Of which you seem to be familiar." (Dismissively indicating her pussy-party-whistle's repeated extensions.)
She's brought to what looks like a hospital operating room, all white and tiles. She's demounted and strapped to a cross between a stirrups and an operating table, legs wide apart, as always. She's left for a while. Then a group of several male medicos enter. They matter-of-factly admire her figure and make some ribald jokes about her still erect, oversize clit, suggesting it should be adopted as the Cuntanamo Bay facility mascot. They take turns idly masturbating her, joking about extensions of her clench-detecting insert, what a horny, easily aroused slut she is, and how she's going to be a changed woman soon.
They catheterize her and insert an expanding colonic flushing device in her arse. She's subjected to a lengthy session of bladder and bowel flushings, including hydrostatic pressure testing.
She's face-masked - mouthpiece strapped tightly in place & breathing tube from equipment, nostrils plugged, monitor leads attached. The medics toy with her a bit, seeing if they can make her involuntarily clench, and laughing at the thing's extensions once they succeed. They can also shut off her air with a touch of a button on the anesthetic respirator and play with that as she pants in heat. Then one says he has an idea, checks this out. He attaches a length of fine tubing to a port on the respirator and somehow attaches the other end to her 'pussy favor'. He strokes her clit - she clenches... and suddenly can't breathe. When she relaxes, the airflow returns. They crack up laughing and spend more time teasing her, till her helpless contractions have her near passing out from lack of air. At this point, the head medic suggests they'd better get to work. Anesthetic is applied, and she fades to black.
She wakes up, gradually. She finds herself restrained, spread-eagled naked in a bed, alone in a ward with many beds, all with straps the same as hers, but empty. The air is comfortably warm, and there are no covers. She can't see anything different about her body, but can feel a few sore spots as she shifts. Small aches at many of her joints - wrists, elbows, knees, ankles. Something uncomfortable high up at the back of her neck. Some dull throbbing in her sex - hard to localize. Also, something odd deep inside and low down in her belly, not painful, just odd. Two small circular bandages on the lower outer curves of her breasts, not far from her nipples. Still groggy, she drifts, dreaming, avoiding thinking about her situation. She daydreams of Russel. Drifts off to sleep again. |
109,209 | A Visit from St Nick | 'Twas the night before Christmas, when wouldn't you know,
All the Barkers were naked, putting on a show.
Mother and father, siblings David and Claire,
Had plans for St. Nick, when he got there.
The children were lying on the floor near the tree,
Kissing and fondling, in a sexual glee.
And mom on the sofa, and dad on his wife,
Who was actually his sister, an incestuous life.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a din
That dad got everyone ready for when he got in.
They went to the window to look at their guest,
In the hopes that he would like their house best.
They saw the sleigh, flying past the moon,
Knowing St. Nick would see them soon.
David was twelve and Claire was ten,
They waited to welcome Nick to their sexual den.
All heard when he landed upon their own roof,
No mistaking the sound of reindeer hoof.
Down the chimney St. Nick came with ease,
To see the naked Barkers, giving him a sexual tease.
"Hey Santa," Claire said as she went to his side,
The bulge in his pants, she knew she had eyed.
"You know you want me," Claire said to St. Nick,
"And I definitely want to ride on your dick."
He picked up this girl and kissed on her lips,
Molested her chest and fondled her hips.
"I will make love to each one of you,
If that is what you want me to do."
He took off his clothes, soon naked as all,
He went cross the room, on the couch he did fall.
"Claire will be first, next will be me,"
Mom said to Santa so naturally.
Claire went to him and straddled his waist,
Then pressed his cock in with plenty of haste.
She was quite still, feeling slight pain,
But she knew that it soon would wane.
"Oh Santa," she said, her voice full of lust,
"You feel so big, I think I may bust!"
She bounced up and down, feeling each inch,
He rubbed her flat nipples, giving each a pinch.
David was watching his sister's sex ride,
Climbed at her ass, pushed his cock inside.
"Oh Santa, Oh David! I'm ready to cum!
Fill me up, your sperm I want some!"
She bounced even harder on Santa's hard cock,
Her orgasm coursed through her, a sexual shock.
"Take it Claire!" Santa pushed deep in her hole,
Cum coursed in her from that North Pole.
David was next as he came in her ass,
This trio of orgasms had now come to pass.
After a minute, David withdrew,
Claire got up, leaking much goo.
Mother was next as she slid down him fast,
His cock was magic, it truly could last.
"I saw you with Claire, my sexy young daughter,
Now have sex with me, her mother who's hotter."
She kissed him with lust, and felt a tight push,
Her husband's cock was deep in her tush.
Now buried in both of her holes,
Two hot and hard sexual poles.
In cock and ass, and definitely out,
Minutes passed when she let out a shout.
"I need this, I need this, and oh just maybe,
In nine months, I will have St. Nicholas' baby."
Like daughter, mom felt her orgasm rise,
Shouting and screaming, reaching her prize.
The jolly old man shot in her his sperm,
From his cock, which stayed magically firm.
Watching the two, Father came on the spot,
Into her ass, his hot cum shot.
The three got up, all feeling great,
Nick not able to stay, lest he be late.
He donned his clothes, pulled on each boot,
He reached in his sack and left them their loot.
"I'll never forget you, as long as I live,
A new child for each of you I give."
He went to the chimney, and gave us a smile,
Leaving up the way, we pondered a while.
Mother and daughter grinned, everything was just right,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! |
109,559 | Performance Incentive | 'Jason, Amanda would like to see you now.'
Jason's stomach knotted up, and he swallowed dryly. He had expected the summons, but the shock still scared him.
'I'm sorry, Jason.'
'It's okay, Sue,' said Jason with feigned optimism, 'I'm sure it will be fine.' Jason knew it was not fine. Whatever Amanda wanted, it definitely would not be fine.
Jason had got the job on the trading floor of the bank on the strength of an excellent MBA. Unfortunately, he was finding that the theoretical models that had worked in academia did not seem so effective in the real world. He knew that his results were far from satisfactory, and he also knew that Amanda did not condone poor trading results. Amanda was the bank's top player, and she led the strongest team, consistently achieving the highest bonuses. Only the best were good enough for Amanda's star team. Jason knew that Amanda was a total bitch. She was utterly ruthless in the pursuit of her goal. Jason was in fear of losing his job. Sue squeezed his hand as he left his desk to make his way to Amanda's office.
'Good luck, Jason.'
Sue, Amanda's PA, was the only person on the team who had shown him any kindness. Everyone else was too busy chasing their own bonuses to take any interest in the new boy.
Jason knocked quietly on Amanda's door and entered. Amanda did not look up from her monitor screen. After a few moments of silence, Jason gave a discreet cough to announce his presence. Still no response.
After an age, Amanda broke the silence. 'Jason, your trading figures are shit. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you right now.'
'I know I've not done very well, Amanda, but I know I can improve.'
Amanda thought for a moment. 'What kind of car do you drive?' she asked.
'Toyota coupe,' replied Jason. Amanda's lips curled as though she had just discovered she had stepped into something unpleasant. She drove a Maserati Gran Turismo, the £95,000 price tag of which had cost her a good part of a month's salary. 'Do you have any ambition, Jason?'
'Oh yes, Amanda. I want to get to the top, like you.'
Amanda pondered for a moment and then tapped a few keys on her PC. 'Okay, Jason, I have transferred some stock to your account. It will just be enough to get you out of trouble. Not enough to earn a bonus, but enough to keep your job.'
'Gosh, thanks, Amanda, that's really kind of you.'
'Jason, I don't do kind. I'm a bitch. Anyone here will tell you that. They all know I'm a bitch.'
'I am sure everyone has the greatest respect for you, Amanda.'
'Don't bullshit me, Jason. They hate my guts, and more to the point, they are all scared of me. I like it like that. Keeps them on their toes. So, Jason, you owe me, and you can start paying me back tonight. Be at this address at 9 pm, and don't be late. Come by taxi. I don't want your crappy car parked outside my apartment, and you may not be fit to drive home.'
Jason pocketed the card bearing Amanda's address and considered what her last remark might mean. Perhaps he might be a bit tipsy after enjoying some of Amanda's wine collection or maybe exhausted after a night of hectic sex. Maybe a combination of both. Sadly, Jason's conjectures were far wide of the mark.
At the appointed hour, Jason approached the concierge at Amanda's exclusive apartment. After a brief telephone call to ensure that he was expected, the concierge directed Jason to the lift to the penthouse suite. Amanda admitted him into her sumptuous apartment, and Jason immediately took in the luxurious fittings and furniture and the view over the capital. Amanda herself looked stunning in a figure-hugging catsuit that showed off every curve of her gorgeous figure. Amanda looked at Jason coldly and, without any preamble, ordered him to remove all his clothing. Although surprised at her direct approach, Jason complied and began to remove his clothing as Amanda watched, aloof and apparently quite disinterested in him.
When he got down to his Calvin Klein underpants, Jason paused and looked at Amanda, wondering if he should continue or wait for some signal from her. Amanda showed no sign that she was going to undress too.
'Those too, Jason, I want you naked.' Jason eyed Amanda's curves appreciatively as he peeled off his pants. As if reading his mind, Amanda said, 'You are not here to fuck me, Jason. I don't need it, and I don't want it. I am a bitch at work, and a bitch in my private life. I am going to cause you pain.' So saying, Amanda picked up a wicked-looking cane that Jason had not previously noticed. 'This is what floats my boat, Jason; I'm going to cane you. It is what I enjoy. Now, you have a simple choice. If you do not want to play, get dressed again and first thing in the morning, clear your desk and go. I will give you a reference that will get you a job as a counter clerk at a high street branch. Or you can oblige me, and maybe, just maybe, you might just make a career on the trading floor. Bear in mind while you think it over, I am serious about this. I will cane you as hard as I can. I never make any concessions for inexperience. Every stroke will be delivered as hard as I can. You may have heard the expression "six of the best," well, I have gone decimal. My minimum tariff is ten strokes. So that is what you will receive - ten very hard strokes of the cane on your bare arse. You could complain to the bank, but frankly, it would get you nowhere. You must know that banks have no morals, only profits. I bring them profits. End of story.'
Jason swallowed hard. He looked at Amanda's face and knew she was serious. This was not what he expected.
'Turn around, Jason,' ordered Amanda. 'Jason, your bottom looks very sensitive to me. I can assure you it will be very tender and painful by the time I have delivered ten strokes, so consider your position carefully. This incentive session is a perfect metaphor for working at the bank. It can be very painful, but the rewards are great if you can make it.'
'Jason gulped. He could not bear to give up his chosen career. 'I'll do it, Amanda.'
'Very well, Jason, bend over and place your hands on the coffee table. Do not look round, and do not move from that position.'
Jason assumed the position and waited. He was conscious that Amanda approached him and sensed her raise the cane. He shuddered as it hissed down, cutting through the air in a practice stroke. Then a second whoosh, and then Jason's world exploded in pain and colored lights. He felt tears start to build up in his eyes, and his buttocks trembled. The vicious pain was beyond belief. Through the mists of his agony, Jason heard the click of a cigarette lighter. He sensed that Amanda had paused for a cigarette.
'Jason, I know it is very painful. Are you sure you can take another nine? Some people think, wrongly, that it gets easier after the first few strokes. Believe me, it doesn't. I know. I've been where you are now. Once I had to decide whether to quit or break through the pain barrier. That is how I got to where I am now. So think hard. Do you go on or quit? There are no consolation prizes. You must accept all ten strokes to win your job back. Five will get you nowhere. If you reach nine, but cannot go to ten, then you would be better to quit now. Think carefully. You have until I finish this cigarette to decide.' After a short interval, Amanda queried, 'Well, Jason.'
'I'll go on, Amanda.' Amanda had already taken up post behind him, and without warning, the second stroke descended, and the shock seemed to electrify his nerve endings and exploded in a new agony. There was a pause of several seconds, then a third and a fourth stroke. Jason was openly sobbing now. All concerns about embarrassment and shame had evaporated. He was blinded by pain. Then there was a longer pause, punctuated by a rustling sound. Jason could not place the source of the sound at first. Then he was almost certain it was caused by Amanda discarding her catsuit. He began to turn his head.
'Don't dare turn round, Jason. If you move one inch, I shall start again from "one."' Jason shuddered and then remained motionless, obediently looking straight ahead through a mist of tears.
Jason sensed that Amanda had sat down in a chair somewhere behind him. Then there was a new sound, a kind of liquid, squelchy noise. Jason had lived a somewhat sheltered life, but he knew that Amanda was masturbating as she looked at the stripes she had made on his buttocks. She was getting off on his pain and discomfort. Even in his pain, Jason wondered what his boss would look like, naked with her hand on her clit. He shuddered with the desire to have just one peep, but he dare not. Too much was at stake.
Amanda drew close again to deliver the next five strokes. Jason sensed she was still naked, but dare not turn his head to test his theory. As he considered the notion, the cane cut the air and struck his buttocks once more. The pain seemed even more intense, and instinctively, his hands moved to feel the damage that was being done.
'Get your hands out of the way. If this cane hits them, it could break your knuckles.' Jason obeyed, blinking in his pain. The caning continued without mercy. Amanda kept her word, executing every stroke as hard as she was able.
Finally, with a hiss, the tenth stroke fell. Jason fell to his knees, openly sobbing.
'Well done, Jason, I wasn't sure you would make it. You can get dressed now.'Before you go - a word of warning.
This episode is not to be discussed. Everyone on the team
will know, but no one will mention it. Be on the floor in
good time tomorrow. Think of this as a performance
incentive. Now you may go.
Jason struggled into his clothes and turned to face
Amanda. She was now dressed in a long, black silk gown,
looking as ravishing as he had ever seen her. Even now,
in his agony, he desired her, but knew she was out of his
reach.
The following morning, Jason walked slowly to the office
water cooler, glad to be standing for a short while, easing
the severe pain in his rear.
'How are you, Jason?' Sue, Amanda's PA, had approached
him.
'Oh, I'm fine, Sue. Never better,' said Jason, trying to put on a
brave face.
'It's okay, Jason. I know. I've been there too. I understand.'
'What, you too, Sue? But you're her PA.'
'PAs have targets too, Jason.' |
17,642 | Hell Hath No Fury | 'Kat' or should I say 'Jas' looks like your luck is about to change.
The door opened, and in walked, how shall we put this, an Adonis. He was tall with deep brown eyes, and not a muscle (and there were plenty of them) was out of place.
"I see that my money was not wasted. Come, my princess," Adonis gestured for me to follow.
This I did, wondering if I was right not to resist. In spite of all this man's charm, I was married to the man I loved. If I was ever to see him again, I must gain this man's trust. I followed him outside and into a large white limousine. He gave me a glass of champagne and said, "You are the most beautiful of all my women. No man shall have you except me; you will serve no man except me. All my riches are as nothing to your beauty."
I couldn't help but feel a glow of pleasure being complimented in this way. I guess I must call him master or something.
"Thank you, master."
"I am not your master. How could anyone lay claim to such beauty? You may call me Hassan, and you will be at my side, always. I will not have you unless you consent, for that would corrupt your beauty. You are my precious rose, there to look at and admire, not to pluck with a harsh hand. I have waited many years for a chief girl, and I knew the moment I saw you that you were the one," he said with such a gentle look on his face that my heart was beginning to melt.
"Thank you, Hassan. I will remember your promise to me," I said.
We sipped champagne in silence as the limousine drew up outside a large walled palace. Guards opened the large steel gates, and we drew into a wonderful courtyard. A fountain was in the center, and all around was the sweet smell of flowers.
The door was opened for me by a butler, and I got out and stared around.
"Welcome to your new home, my love," Adonis said.
Hmm, I could stay here for a while, I thought. Hassan gestured for me to follow him, which I did. We went past large rooms where the whisper of female voices could be heard through closed doors.
"You are too precious to stay with my other women," Hassan said.
We went to a large winding staircase, and we climbed. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually, we reached the top. Hassan opened the door, and I went in.
The room was one can only describe as palatial. Easily as large as my house at home, it had a four-poster bed with ornate silk covers. The room was littered with flowers, and a carpet of fresh rose petals lay under my feet.
"It's fantastic," I gasped.
"If you need anything, you can have it," Hassan said, and with that, he left.
Alone for the first time since the auction, I explored the room. Behind a silk curtain was a walk-in closet with every kind of outfit. From an elegant designer ball gown to some sports kit. Kat, my girl, you really landed on your feet here. I mustn't lose sight of my true goal. A cage is still a cage, no matter how elaborate the bars.
In one corner was a sunken bath full of warm white liquid. I dipped a finger in. It tasted like milk. I'd read about Cleopatra bathing in asses' milk and had always wanted to give it a go. I took off my Jasmine outfit and looked down at my new body. My situation had so overpowered me that I had forgotten who I now looked like. Jane Stephens was no more, at least in body.
I dipped a brown, slender leg into the bath. Ummm, that felt good. I put my other leg in and sank in. Oww, I'd just sat on my hair. I'd forgotten it was that long. I stretched out and relaxed for the first time in ages. It didn't bother me as much as I thought, having my body changed like this. Sure, I'd want my proper form back, but this was nothing compared to how HE is changing.
Oh God, what's happening to me? I've become intoxicated with this place. I'm beginning to forget. This place is like the Elysian Fields; once here, you forget your past. Hassan does not need bars and armed guards to keep his women here; he seduces them with words and milk baths, and soon they forget their past. This I will not do. Hold on, my sweet, I'll be back soon; this I vow.
After spending an hour in the bath, I got up and dried myself off. Hmm, being Jasmine's not so bad, but I've yet to meet someone who will recognize me as her.
I put on an ornate silk dressing gown and, tired from the events of the day, slept.
A knock at the door awoke me at, I guess, around 11 am.
"Come in," I shouted.
At the door was another girl, this time dressed in what I would call traditional harem costume. She was smaller than me at 5'4", large-breasted, and looking very scared.
"The master requests your attendance at his conference now," she said.
"What shall I wear?" I asked.
"The master asks that you wear dress five from your collection and shoes number twenty," she said, still in fear of me. Why?
I went over to the closet and saw each hanger had a number. I saw a beautiful blue saffron dress that seemed to shimmer in the light. I put it on and looked in the nearby mirror. I'm still not used to my new reflection, but I will admit the old me could never carry off that outfit the way I could now. My hair was a mess, though. I went over to the dressing table and went to pick up an ivory hairbrush.
"Mistress, you are not allowed; let me," the lady said.
"Okay, thanks," I said as I gave her the hairbrush.
I sat down, reveling in the feeling of having my hair brushed in such a sensuous way. Remember, Kat, Elysian Fields, hold on to your promise.
"I have done, mistress," the girl said.
I stood up and looked in the mirror in awe of the image there. No one I had ever seen had ever portrayed such an air of grace and majesty as I now did. A beautiful Arabian princess stared back at me, her arms moving up to her face in time with mine. The blue dress showed every curve, my tiny waist exaggerating them but not so much as to look ridiculous.
"You must come now," the girl said.
I went to the closet and picked out shoes number twenty; they were deep blue in color with only a slight heel. They fitted perfectly.
I followed the girl downstairs and into a large room.
Hassan sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his guests. Every single jaw in the place dropped as they took me in.
"Is she not a jewel beyond measure?" Hassan said and beckoned me to move over to him.
"She is indeed. I wish all my girls were like her," a fat, disgusting man, about fifty, said.
"I'm sure you do, Osman. But this is one jewel you will not touch," Hassan said.
I walked over to Hassan, and he pointed to a wine jug.
"Serve us, please," he said.
I picked up the jug and did so.
The evening went on with me being just a waitress, and the object of many lewd jokes, judging by the laughter.
At the end of it, the others went away, leaving just me and Hassan alone.
"Be glad Osman Rahmani did not buy you," Hassan said.
"Why?"
"He is an evil but powerful man. He was boasting that he had gouged a girl's eye out with a hot iron because she disobeyed him," he said.
I shuddered at the thought. Poor girl, my heart goes out to her.
"Sit a while, and let us talk," Hassan said.
We talked about many things. He outlined his promise that he would not touch me unless I wanted it. I was, however, to serve at his table whenever he wanted. I was also responsible for discipline between the other girls and would be expected to keep them in order. That explained why my 'maid' was so scared.
He outlined his family history to me. His family had always lived here, and before his parents died, they had hoped that he would find a wife soon. Oh God, Kat, he means me. Hassan also stated that it was forbidden to talk about my past, only our future.
"It is time you went to bed; we have more guests tomorrow."
My maid took me upstairs, and my head was in a whirl. How can I escape, and how long before I succumb to Hassan's charm?
As each day passed, I saw in my mind's eye my husband slowly changing into HER. I felt bitter and powerless to help. Come on, hubby, fight it, I thought each day as the time drew near when he would become HER forever.
I was not allowed near the other girls in normal day-to-day life. I had to deal with a few disputes between girls, but they were only minor matters.
A month after my capture, I felt a pit of despair in my stomach. By now, there would be two Elizabeth Bexleys, one my sweet, the other a demoness from hell. I must get out. I must find out my love's fate.
The same pattern of serving tables and talks afterwards repeated itself for a couple of months when Hassan came to visit me.This was a first, as he had always called me and had never come to visit.
"Come, my Jewel, we have some shopping to do," he said.
He took my hand, and we went to his waiting limousine.
F+2 months.. |
1,191 | Catwoman - Double Standard | "Waaaooooo," came the howl as yet another orgasm rolled through the bound form on the rack. "That's twelve," thought the woman who sat nearby, enjoying the show.
Catwoman smiled at the sound, watching the blonde writhe under the force of the power-cocks locked into her pussy.
Playing possum for the girl was easy, and she had easily overpowered her once her hands were free. Spice had obviously never been in prison and didn't know how to handle real prisoners. Catwoman planned to change that. But first, she settled her own need. Working the dildo deep inside herself again, she worked herself to her fifth orgasm of the day. She thought about Batman and started working the shaft with renewed energy.
After satisfying herself, Catwoman rose, her fluidity proof of her relaxed satisfaction.
Looking herself over, Catwoman groaned inwardly. She was dressed in her black, thigh-high boots, gloves, mask, and G-string. "I look like a character out of one of those adult comic-books," she thought. But there was no help for it. Sugar had taken her own cat-suit, and Spice's clothes were simply too small.
Selecting a long bull-whip from the rack, Catwoman set out through the criminal's lair. She wanted Two-Face. She wanted Sugar. She wanted revenge. She would settle for her clothes.
Prowling through the halls, silent as a shadow, she listened at every door. At the fifth one, she heard voices. Having already used her "curiosity caught the rat" trick once on these men, she wasted no time on tricks. Grasping her whip in one hand and the doorknob in the other, she stepped into the room, ready for anything.
The room was partially dark, lit by a single lamp over the table. Three men looked up from their card game as she entered.
"Well, it looks like we get to pet the cat after all," one of them chortled. All three smiled as they rose from the table and moved to flanking positions. They had been beaten by this woman once, but that was one on one, in a darkened room. This was different.
Catwoman avoided the first man's lunge easily, planting a knee in his midsection and his skull in the doorframe as he passed. His eyes, and his hands, had both been aimed at her breasts. "What kind of thugs are you?" she asked. "Is Assault with intent to Grope the best you can do?"
The next pair of men charged her together, angry at her mocking attitude. Shifting her Kung-Fu stance to the Tiger position, her favorite, she caught the outstretched hand of the thug on her left, yanking him into the path of the other thug and sending them down in a pile. This was too easy.
Then, she was in trouble. One of the men snaked a hand out of the pile, grabbing her by the ankle. He pulled, and she staggered as her balance was lost. In seconds, both men had piled onto her, burying her struggling form beneath their own.
Catwoman was rolled onto her back, outdone simply because the two men outweighed her. One sat down on her chest, the hardness of his cock clearly detectable through his pants as he struggled to pin her wrists to the floor. The second man was trying to sit on her thrashing legs, but seemed more interested in tearing off her G-string panties. She felt the second man slide a hand under her squirming ass as he tried to drive his thumb into her vagina.
The thug felt the naked woman stiffen as he penetrated her with his thumb, and knew that he had her. Her back arched and her legs stretched out and apart as he rasped his calloused skin against her clitoris. Shifting his weight, he lowered his face towards the shaved pussy before him, intent on licking this wildcat into submission. Then his world exploded, suddenly, painfully, as Catwoman's knee struck him in the temple.
Catwoman was amazed. Did these men actually believe that a woman turned to jelly the moment anyone touched her clitoris? The man on her legs was still on her legs, but as a soft, dead weight. Twisting like the cat she was named after, she sank her teeth into the wrist of the man on her chest, tasting blood. The man yanked his hand back reflexively, swearing. Driving the heel of her hand into his shoulder, she felt the satisfying crack of a broken collarbone. Her second blow would have ended his life, crushing his windpipe, but she diverted it at the last second, sending him to dreamland. His jaw was probably broken, but he was alive.
Congratulating herself on having let the man live, she rolled him and his unfortunate partner off and climbed to her feet. Checking to see that all three were still breathing, she tore their jackets into strips and tied them securely.
Two-Face strode into the back bedroom, planning a five-way orgy: Sugar, Spice, Catwoman, and both of him. He expected to find Catwoman climaxed to near mindlessness and looked forward to finishing her off.
What he found was something else. Spice lay on the bondage rack, her legs folded back over her head, a leather and steel bikini locked around her pussy. Her head lolled to one side as drool ran down her cheek. She moaned softly, her body still trying to respond to the loudly buzzing shafts buried deep inside her body. Nipple-clamps had been applied, with slender leather thongs pulling her tender tips up towards the ceiling.
"Where the hell is she?" the split-psychopath raged, oblivious to the fact that Spice couldn't respond. Grabbing the telephone, he pressed a single button and began to shout into it, "Everybody, everybody! Catwoman has escaped. Find her and bring her to me, double time. The one who catches her gets her."
Turning to where Sugar was tending to her delirious sister, Two-Face pulled out his coin and flipped it. Snarling at the result, he stormed out of the room without a word.
"Oh God," moaned Spice as the vibrators finally went silent. "I thought he was going to kill me. Now hurry up and get those damned things out of me."
Sugar smiled at her sister. "I guess you didn't see the coin," she said sweetly. "It came up bad-heads. He wants you punished." Placing fresh batteries in the double-dong, she continued, "And do you remember what you did to me when you got me locked down last week? Payback time."
Spice wailed in despair as she felt herself being penetrated once again. Sugar cinched the leather crotch-strap up to its tightest notch, driving the shafts even deeper into her sister's twin tunnels. "You looked like you had enough at level 8," she cooed softly as she fingered the control. "Let's see how you do on level 10."
Two-Face found Catwoman himself. She was happily choking the last of his men into oblivion, her long arm wrapped around his throat while her legs scissored around his waist from behind, driving the air from his lungs.
"Catwoman!" he growled as she dropped the man to the floor. "Damn you're good." Running his eyes up and down her naked form, he smiled that evil half-smile. "In fact, you're magnificent." Then he sprang to the attack.
Catwoman had no illusions about being able to take this man in a straight slugging match. But then, she had no intention of trying. It simply wasn't her style. Laughing as she dodged his first punch, she leapt lightly onto a crate marked "Fragile - Glass."
Two-Face charged, shoving the crate sideways and out from under his agile adversary. He received a kick in the face for his trouble, making his head spin for a moment. When he looked up, Catwoman was crouched on top of a pair of crates, waiting to spring.
"I'm gonna take you in both ends," growled the angered madman. "Heads and tails." With that, he vaulted onto the crate Catwoman had just vacated and tried to wrap up her shapely legs in a single gorilla hug. She drove a knee into his face, then leapt free in a tumbling somersault to another stack of crates.Again, Two-Face followed. Wiping some blood from his mouth, he smiled. "You're good, Catwoman. But I only have to catch you once. One time, and the famous Catwoman is just another piece of pussy." Leaping heavily from one stack to another, he approached his foe on an equal level.
Two-Face pursued his naked prey from crate to crate, higher and higher, until she had no place left to go.
Catwoman was cornered. All paths of escape were within reach of her heavier, stronger opponent. She had kicked him twice in the head, and he wasn't even dazed. She was in trouble. Shifting her stance, she waited for his attack.
Sensing victory, Two-Face closed the gap, screaming, "Heads and Tails!" as he charged, body-slamming his smaller opponent. |
1,466 | Simpsons Episode IV: Blackmail and a Bimbo | "Rod, Todd, how are you two doing? Did you say your mid-morning prayers?" asked Mrs. Flanders.
"Yes, mother," the two boys replied angelically to their mother. With that, Maud left the room. "God," she thought, "why do they have to be such dorks?"
In actuality, Maud did not like the devotion to God that her husband and kids had. She just put on that facade so she could marry Ned. When she moved to Springfield, no one would talk to her. She needed a good reputation, and the quickest way to get that was to marry the holiest man in town, Ned Flanders. The whole thing was a mistake because Maud was a very horny woman, and in their entire marriage, Ned and Maud had sex twice, just for Rod and Todd, and even that was a challenge. She had to explain to Ned that his offspring could carry on his good-doing. Unfortunately, they had.
"Well, thank God for the old dildo and vibrator collection!" Maud said a little louder than she intended to. She went to her room to satisfy her needs.
"Okay," said Todd, "She's gone." The two boys resumed their buttfucking, this time though, there were loud smacking noises and pops as they thrusted back and forth.
"Perfect," thought Bart as he videotaped with one hand and spanked off with the other.
Todd finally came with the same exuberance as Rod. "Wow, you were right, that does feel good."
At that very moment, Maud came with a powerful orgasm. Her body spurted juices as she unsuccessfully tried to muffle her screams. The boys didn't hear though, because of their own screams.
The next day, Bart walked over to the Flanders' house with the video tape. Rod and Todd were home alone. Bart told Rod that he had to show them something. He put the video tape in the VCR and pressed play. The scene was perfect, Rod and Todd both grunting and fucking.
"What are you going to do with that?" questioned Todd.
"Well, if you don't do what I say, I'm going to show it to your parents, and you know they'll be mad, this is incest, and that's a sin."
The two boys looked horrified. "We'll do whatever you want, we promise."
Bart was delighted. "Okay, Your father's away on some Leftorium business trip next week, right?" The boys nodded their heads. "Good. On Monday, you two have to tie your mother down to her bed, naked, and watch me as I rape her. If I'm in a good mood, I'll let you have a shot at her too."
Rod and Todd were about to protest when Bart reminded them of the tape. "We'll do it," they said glumly.
On that Monday, after Ned had left for his business trip, the two boys conspired on how to carry off this plan of Bart's. They decided that they would offer their mother a drink of lemonade (she loves lemonade), but they would put lots of their Dad's "calm-down" pills. (Ned has to take valium every morning, or he goes into spasms, rattling off religious chants and phrases) After that, Maud would probably fall asleep. Then the two of them would drag Maud over to the bed and tie her up. So, the two boys carried out their plan and it worked perfectly. But, by one p.m., Maud woke up, and Bart wasn't due over until three. She started screaming out for help, and Rod and Todd didn't know what to do. Finally, they went over to her and gave her a glass of lemonade mixed with just a few more pills in it, and Maud dozed back off.
Bart arrived at three, but Maud was still asleep. He told the two boys to sit down in the chairs, so they could watch the whole scene. Then he went over to Maud and stared at her breasts.
"Wow, those are big, what size bra is she?" Bart asked.
"What's a bra?" replied the two boys.
Bart went over to the pile of clothes and found the bra. "38 D, that is huge, I can't wait." With that, he began to suck on the large, dark nipples. First one, then the other. Maud finally began to stir and opened her mouth to cover it. Bart had already planned for this to happen, and quickly covered her mouth with his and embraced in a passionate kiss.
Bart quickly took his mouth off of hers and replaced it with his hand. "If you don't scream, we'll both enjoy this more, and if you do, this will be a lot worse than it could be," Bart said.
Slowly, the boy began to remove his hand from the woman's mouth. She kept quiet. Maud thought to herself, "I really should be resisting, but the boy is willing to fuck me and I really need it. I'm sick of plastic toys, I don't care what Ned thinks."
"Good girl," Bart said, "now let's get started." Bart smiled and thought "Thank God nobody noticed when I put the video camera down on the bed table, turned on! This'll be even better for blackmail."
Bart slowly entered his neighbor. In and out, slowly working his neighbor toward an orgasm. Surprisingly, Maud put up no resistance. Bart thought to himself, "Ned must not be servicing the wife, hee hee hee."
"Oh Bart, God Bart, you are God, Oh yes, I'm gonna cum, Ahhhhhhh!" And boy did she cum! Her juices spurted all over the bed. Bart hadn't cum yet though, so he shoved his dick into her mouth and demanded her to suck him dry. After five minutes of intense sucking, Bart came, and filled her mouth. Thank you Mrs. Flanders. With that, Bart got up, started to walk away and said, "She's all yours, boys," and he left.
Find out what happens next time in Simpsons Episode V: Homer gets revenge.
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275 | The Greeting | "Hi, Uncle Charlie!" exclaimed the young teenager, embracing me the moment I entered the house.
"Whoa, there, girl!" I laughed, affectionately messing her hair. She was darling. Her body just blossoming into womanhood, she was a delightful mix of childish mannerisms and adult expressions. Right now, her bright blue eyes looked up at me adoringly, and I almost regretted what I knew had to come next.
"Thanks for the greeting, Shauna," I said, slowly pulling her away from me. "But you know what must be done." Her face dropped, and she stared at the carpet.
"But Uncle Charlie..."
"No buts except that behind of yours across my knee. Now go get the paddle."
With a wonderfully dismal expression, the young girl shuffled across the room and took the large wooden paddle down from its holder over the fireplace. She handed it to me silently, her eyes pleading with me. I shook my head and sat on the sofa, patting my lap.
"But Uncle Charlie, Daddy never used the paddle on me," whined the girl, carefully standing just out of arm's reach.
"Your Daddy didn't know how to punish you properly, girl. I do."
"But must it be, uh, b-b-bare?"
"Definitely! Now get across my lap this instant, or I will double your punishment."
"But Uncle, can't you do something else? Forbid me from watching TV or something?" I gave her a disgusted look that made her fall silent. But she still did not come to me.
"I'm counting to three: one, two--"
"I'm too old for this!"
"Three!" Before the girl could move, I was up from the couch and had her by the arm. I pulled her across my lap and immediately took the paddle and smacked her bottom hard. She was wearing a pair of white jeans that were very tight and showed off her swelling hips and round ass. I spanked her hard again and again, ignoring her cries of "Ouch!" and "Oohh--that really hurts, Uncle!"
After a solid dozen, I stopped and lifted her slightly. She was crying. "Are you ready to cooperate or do you need more?" She shook her head frantically.
"Please, no more, Uncle Charlie!"
"All right. Stand up and drop your pants. If your bottom is not naked and bent over my lap in five seconds, I will give you two dozen really hard spanks!"
I didn't even have a chance to begin my count. The girl frantically stood and pulled down her jeans and panties, sobbing all the while. She laid herself across my lap, and I saw her bottom was slightly pink. I took up the paddle and spanked her hard for a long time. I kept count until around fifty and then just paddled her harder and harder, keeping an eye on the color of her skin to judge the severity of the spanking. She screamed and hollered, but I ignored her and concentrated on making her bottom an even shade of raspberry red.
When she was almost blistered, I stopped and made her go stand facing the wall, her punished bottom bared. I let her stand there for a half-hour, fidgeting and crying, her bottom throbbing.
"Listen to me, Shauna," I finally said. "You have been thoroughly punished for your disobedience. Now I want you to think carefully about what I am going to ask you. Is there anything else you think I need to punish you for? If there is, tell me now, and I will get it over with. If you do not tell me and I later find out about some other misbehavior, you will receive a double-dose of what you just got every night for a week! Do you understand me?" The girl nodded, silently.
"Good. Now I'm going to give you five minutes to think about this. When I come back, tell me if there is anything else you need to be spanked for." I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink. When I finished, I returned.
"Well?"
The blond teenager looked up at me, tears streaming down her pretty face. "Oh, Uncle Charlie, please be good to me! I have been very naughty! I'm so sorry. I lied to you yesterday when I told you I was at Martha's. I really went to the mall with Josh!"
"Oh?" I said calmly, pretending this was news.
"Yes, it's true," she wept. "I'm sorry, I really am. I realize you will spank me more now, and I know I deserve it, but please, Uncle, please be gentle. You don't know how it hurts!"
I knew all too well how it hurt, but it didn't stop me from taking Shauna back across my lap and really tanning her bottom good. I spanked her for another ten minutes or so until she couldn't even cry anymore, having run out of tears.
Then I sent her back to the wall to think of anything else she needed punishment for. I could see her begin to sob when I said this, and I knew she was mine--an honest girl to a fault, she'd probably be coming up with imagined sins for the next week. She'd be spending a great deal of quality time across my lap! |
277 | Stacy & Steve | "He's here!" my mom called from the porch. Dad and I raced down the stairs to see my brother, Steve, who was coming home from college for Christmas break.
He stepped out of the cab, and I could not believe my eyes. He had changed so much in the past year! He left a scrawny high school senior and was now back a college man. And I do mean man. He grew at least 4 inches and now stood at 6'2". Like all of us, he had dark hair and eyes, and I'm sure that my handsome brother broke many hearts on that college campus.
I had changed a lot too in the year. When Steve left, I was 16 and still the most underdeveloped girl in school. I was skinny, had no form, and braces. But a few months ago, my braces came off, and I have developed into the most popular girl in school.
As we all went into the house, I pulled Steve to the side to give him a hug. I felt my body press against his, and I felt a little stirring in my stomach, but I brushed it aside. This was my brother, I told myself, not my lover. He held me out at arm's length and slowly looked me up and down...and back up again, taking in my long legs, slim waist, and ample chest. "Wow, Stace, you've really changed!" As he said that, I noticed that his eyes lingered on my breasts.
"You too, Steve. So how's college?"
"It's cool. No big thing."
"I'm glad you're home," I said shyly.
He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, which I expected to be on the cheek, but it lightly brushed my lips. He gave me a sly smile. "Yeah, me too."
The next day, our parents were out visiting friends. Steve had a project to finish, and he begged me to leave him alone. I couldn't. I was bored. My friends were all in Vermont, on a trip on which I was not allowed to go. So I had to bother Steve. I sat in the chair near the desk in the den, watching him work. Whenever he was concentrating, he chewed the side of his lip and pinched his chin.
It was so cute!
He was getting annoyed with me and I knew it. "Do you have to stare at me? Go play!" he yelled.
"Sorry! I'm bored, what else do you expect me to do? Come on, Stevie, play with me!" I snatched up one of his papers and ran. He chased after me, and when he caught me, he grabbed me by the waist and fell on top of me. I was on the couch, smushed underneath his huge body, with his arms wrapped around me.
And he didn't get up either. We laid there for a while, catching our breath. Steve tried to free his hand so he could get up, and he accidentally grazed my breast, flicking my nipple. I got a weird sensation from this, and I felt something growing up against my rear. But that sensation went away when Steve cleared his throat and got up, leaving me there pondering my feelings for my brother.
A few days later, I was just getting up, and I always take a shower before I go downstairs. I don't know if I was groggy, deaf, or wanted it in my subconscious, but I entered the bathroom while Steve was in the shower. This would have been no big deal, but I came in while he was getting out, and I got a full view of Steve's assets, and boy were there assets! His chest was covered with black hair, but the ripples in his stomach were still visible. My brother didn't even work out! But below the belt was the most amazing thing. His cock was semi-hard (who knows what he was thinking about in the shower) and had to be at least seven inches at that state. What a sight!
I had to hide my embarrassment (and amazement) by blushing, muttering a quick "I'm sorry" and exiting stage left--fast. I ran to my room, closed the door, and thought about what I saw, and what I felt. When I saw Steve step out of that shower, I felt a feeling that I have never felt. My pulse quickened, and I really didn't want to leave. I was extremely aroused. Steve didn't say anything to me about it. I thought that he would come into my room and yell for barging in, but he did nothing. I guess he was a little embarrassed too.
Steve was still working on that damn project, and I was determined to draw him away from it. My first tactic (aka snatching the paper) was useless, so it was on to plan B. Get Steve's attention sexually. I was NOT trying to commit incest with my brother. An attractive woman in sexy clothes can get any man's attention, and that's all I wanted. ATTENTION. I was bored.
I dressed in a bra and panties set that I was keeping for my friend. Her parents would kill her if they found it. It had a garter and hose and the whole nine yards. I was going to put on heels also, but that was a bit much. The set was a deep blue (Steve's favorite color) and it complimented my teenage body very well. I was not going to walk around the house stark naked, so I put on a silky kimono that my mother brought back from Japan.
I sat on the couch and watched Steve from afar. He really was a sexy specimen. His dark hair was flopped over as he buried his head in his hand, frustrated. Now was my chance. I slipped up from behind, placing my small, delicate fingers on his shoulders. I could feel how tight they were. His head popped up, startled. He didn't turn around.
"You need to relax." I started massaging his shoulders. I traced from his neck to his arm and back. He didn't say a word but I could tell he was enjoying it. This continued for five minutes, when he swiveled his chair around.
"What the hell do you have on, Stace? Why the kimono?"
I smiled seductively and tilted my head. "I'm trying to get you to pay attention to me. Maybe this will help." I slowly untied the kimono and it opened slightly to give him a hint of what was under there. "Are you paying attention?" His eyes lingered on the robe. I knew he was.
I slipped the robe off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He could now see my entire body. His eyes traced it too. He started at my face, avoiding my eyes, to my neck. He seemed to zoom in on my breasts. The lace delicately complemented them, and I was so hot that my nipples were fully erect, so I'm sure he could see them too. He then studied my flat stomach and the panties I was wearing. The push of my pubic hair against the fabric was visible. Some was actually curling around the edges of the panties, and was very sexy. He finally took in my legs, tinted blue by the stockings, but still long and slender and sensuous. I stared at Steve while he stared at me. His sweat was becoming more and more tented as his eyes got lower and lower. By the time he reached my ankles, he was really hard.
At this point, I did not care that Steve was my brother. He was so damn sexy, and I was so aroused that it didn't matter. I moved closer to him and pulled him up out of his chair. He was much taller, so I had to look up. I pulled up his sweatshirt, and ran my fingers over his stomach. His skin was warm, but it burned at my touch because of what we were doing. He slid one of the bra straps off of my shoulder, revealing a bit more of my breasts. I tilted my head back and he leaned over to kiss my neck. I was in.....
"Beep!" The computer broke the spell. Steve pulled his shirt down and walked over to the computer. "What the hell are you doing Stace? Put some damn clothes on. I'm your brother!" He sat down and began typing again. I was pissed. How dare he? He was into it just like I was. I ran up to my room, flopped on my bed, and sulked for the rest of the day.
Somehow I had to have Steve. I knew this, and I was determined to do it. I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he just couldn't face it. If it wasn't for that damn computer..... I decided to write him a note. I left it on his night table where he was sure to see it. It said:
Dear Steve, I'm sorry for being so forward today, but I had to bring to your attention what you and I both want. Each other. If it wasn't for the computer, we both would be happy and satisfied. I love you so much, and what better way to show love? Please, I'm begging you. I want you so bad. Please. I'll be awake tonight, all night, thinking of you, so if you change your mind, drop by. I'll still be wearing the lingerie. I know you liked it.
Love, Stacy
Just like I thought, Steve came by. It was about 2:30 A.M. when I heard the knock at my door. He was wearing boxers and a white T-shirt, and in the dark, he still looked absolutely gorgeous. He closed the door quietly (our parents' room is right next door) and stood there.
"Look, Stacy, what has gotten into you? What's that note all about?"
"You know what it's about, or you wouldn't be here." I walked over to him in the bra and panties and trapped him against the door. "Yeah, you want me....or you wouldn't be here."
"Stace, look....you're very beautiful." He looked me up and down quickly. "VERY beautiful......but, uh, I'm your brother, and......He stopped because he felt a hand against his crotch. I began slowly stroking him through the fabric, and I could feel him rising. "You may not want me, but something does."
"Oh, Stace..." I slipped my arms around his neck and hugged him close, and he returned it. I whispered in his ear, "I knew you wanted me." I took his hand and led him to the bed. He turned me so that I was facing the bed, my back toward him, and stood there. Then I felt a hand at my back as he unhooked my bra. My firm, young breasts sprang free, and my nipples were erect. He reached around from behind and gave them a little pinch. I shivered. I turned back around and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his oh-so-muscular chest. I pulled down his silk boxers, and his cock bounced out. It had to be nine inches at the least.
The head was glistening with pre-cum. I realized that I hadn't kissed Steve, so I looked up and searched for his mouth in the dark. I found it. He slipped his tongue through my lips, probing my mouth with it. I returned the favor, twirling my tongue around his and sucking on it.
Steve pulled away after a while and laid me back on my bed. He slowly unfastened the garters and removed my panties. He moved up and kissed me for a moment, then kissed my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts, where he stayed for a while. He gently bit one nipple as he played with the other, and sucked both of them like he did our mother's 18 years ago. He was definitely a breast man. He moved down to my stomach, tracing my middle with his tongue. When he reached my pussy, he lightly blew on my mound so that it tickled. I giggled. He spread my lips, and I helped by spreading my legs wider. He lightly brushed my clitoris with his thumb, sending sensations up and down my spine. His index finger found its way to my hole and slowly moved in and out. I moaned with delight. Steve decided to replace his hand with his mouth. His hot breath against my cunt was a sign of things to come. He flicked my clitoris with his tongue, and then led a trail to my hole, soaking up my juices. I was enjoying every minute of it. His tongue darted in and out of my vagina, licking my insides clean. I grabbed his head and pushed him in deeper, and as my passions grew, I began bucking my hips off the bed, grinding my pussy into his face.
"Oh, Steve!" I yelled as quietly as I could, if that's possible. "Oh, God, I'm cumming! Oh!" My orgasm swept over me like a wildfire. It started in the depths of me and slowly spread to the point of ecstasy. Every touch after that moment sent me deeper, and Steve knew it, because he kept busy, slurping up all of the effects of my climax.
When he was done, he climbed in the bed and laid next to me. I turned him on his back and mounted him, my cunt pushing against his hard cock. He leaned up and kissed me, and I could taste all of my juices that he just lapped up from my pussy. I pulled away and worked my way down to that huge cock of his. It was so hard that it pointed straight up, and it was still getting harder by the minute, jerking as soon as I got near. A droplet of pre-cum escaped from Steve's urethra, and I quickly snapped it up with my tongue. I then moved to his thighs, kissing and nibbling at them, not at all neglecting his balls. I juggled one in my mouth as I played with the other, urged on by Steve's groans.
I finally went back to his manhood. I gripped his cock at the base, my small fist not even fitting around it. My mouth watered for the taste of his rod. I slowly devoured it, taking it in inch by inch until about half of it was in, the head pushing at the back of my throat. His thick cock, stretching my lips to the limits, throbbed and pulsated in my hot mouth. I let it out, releasing it just as slowly, until just the head remained between my lips. I then took his cock in and out very fast, my hand jerking him off in the process. He grabbed my head exactly as I had done, and forced my mouth down on his cock harder. More and more cum was running out, and finally Steve came, sending a stream of his sweet, salty cum down my throat.
I laid down next to Steve again, resting my head on his chest. "Do you think what we just did was really that bad, Steve?" He shook his head. "Who cares, anyway? It was good!" He rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head, and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. I could feel his organ growing again against my thigh. My pussy was twitching, and I knew that I wanted him in me.
"Alright, Steve," I said between kisses, "fuck me!" He obliged. I spread my legs and raised my knees to my chest so he would have easy access to my pussy.
He draped my legs over his shoulders so he could have it even easier. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my velvety soft vagina, stretching my hole around his thickness. He pushed on and on until I felt his balls against my ass.
Then I said, "Come on, big brother, fuck my brains out." Again, he obliged. I felt him pull all the way out and then jam it in all the way to the hilt, and I cried out with joy.
Steve thought I was hurt. "You okay?" I responded by bucking my hips off the bed and pushing his cock in further. He took this as a yes and began fucking me faster and harder. We developed a rhythm quickly, and Steve was ready to cum in minutes. I wouldn't let him, so we held still until the feeling passed. I turned him over so I could ride him. He laid back on the bed, smiling, and grabbed two handfuls of my ripe breasts. I placed my hand on his chest and began moving my hips up and down, lowering my wet pussy on his throbbing cock. He was ready to cum again, and again I wouldn't let him. I knew that when he finally came, it would be a great one. I continued to ride Steve until I was ready to cum.
"Steve, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhh!" He rubbed my clitoris, and my orgasm rippled around his cock. This was his signal, and like I said, his orgasm was huge.
"Oh, God, Stace! Uhhhhhhhhhh!" His cum scalded my insides for a full minute! I laid there on his chest after we experienced our orgasms, his cock still buried in me. It was the greatest feeling in the world, having my dear brother's fresh cum lining the insides of my pussy. It doesn't get any better than this. |
278 | Dream | "...She was wearing something pink, or off-white. All that I remember was the jacket I was wearing was a tweed sport coat. We walked into the house and headed for the bedroom. It was at the top of a small staircase and overlooked the living room. The bed was to the right and must have been 20' x 20'. It was covered with loose white cotton sheets and almost a dozen overstuffed pillows..."
"...I woke up in her arms. We were intertwined like pasta. I kissed her, and she murmured. I slipped out of bed, put on my coat, and walked down the stairs and out the door."
"...Upon my return, I headed directly for the elevated bedroom. For some reason, I was looking straight down on the bed, from the ceiling. She was completely nude and lying in the middle of the bed. The bed was white, her hair was blonde, and her skin was slightly tan. There are no pillows or blankets around her. She is a monolith of beauty amidst a sea of pale. The next thing I know, I have lost my vantage point of the ceiling, and I am next to her, unclothed. My lips upon hers awaken her. I passionately kiss her and move from her mouth to her ears and throat. My lips trail down her chest, and I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue. Slowly, I tire of this and gently start snaking further south. My hands are on her thighs. My mouth feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel, and I follow it. Down." |
297 | All Grown Up | "My plane arrives at 6. Why don't you meet me at the TWA baggage claim area and we can catch some dinner."
"See you then," was her response.
When I finally arrived in Denver, I was starved. It was a good thing that my sister and I were going out to dinner. I had been away at my job in Boston for 2 years and was excited about going to the Hunan Wok. I looked around for Ann, but could not find her.
"Hey, nutball!" I heard. Turning around, there she was. My younger sister at 18 years. In the two years that I had not seen her, she had changed. Her tomboy haircut was replaced by long straight red strands. And, for a change, she was smiling.
"Congratulations, I hear you're going to Harvard in the fall." I was making small talk to get my mind off my hunger. Once at the restaurant, we met up with our parents.
"Dave, you're so matured," Mom gushed.
"Actually, it's Ann who's really changed." What was once an awkward moody little girl was now a happy, smart, and beautiful young woman.
The phone rang. It was Ann. She had arrived in Cambridge and had settled into the dorm. I promised to show her around the city, on her first night at college. After I got off work, I dropped by the campus to pick her up.
"Nice car." I smiled, knowing how much I was in debt to pay for the status of having a BMW. I gave her a quick tour of the city. The historic sites, the shopping areas, and so on. I took my baby sister to my apartment for dinner. She was going to see how domesticated I had become. When I lived at home, I swore that I'd never learn to cook or clean. And now, my apartment was dust-free and the chicken was delicious.
Being from Denver, the late August heat was too much for Ann. She pulled off her top shirt as we talked. I couldn't help but notice, in her t-shirt, that she really had matured. Not that it much mattered, but I was happy to see that brains and beauty could go together. I told her so. We chatted for a few hours about how things were at home, about college life, and Boston. I remembered what Mom said about keeping an eye on her. Looking at her in a t-shirt and shorts reminded me of that.
"Look, I know you don't want to hear this..." I began.
"Mom, right? Yeah, you don't need to worry. I think I'm smart enough to keep myself out of trouble." I knew she was, but I promised.
"If you need anything. Anything at all. I'm here."
A few weeks later, Ann called. It seems that she hates her roommate. Being the big responsible brother, I offered to let her stay with me while she found another roommate. I had forgotten what it was like to live with someone, especially your sister. Not that we argued like kids, but it was tense.
One evening, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I had just stepped out of the shower and was grabbing for a towel when the door opened.
"Oops," said the intruder. "I didn't realize." However, instead of leaving, she just stayed. This used to happen when we were little. She'd just go into rooms without knocking. Despite her maturity and brains, this was one bad habit she had not kicked.
"Just go!" I said as I wrapped a towel around my waist. She backed out and closed the door. I finished getting cleaned up and pulled on my sleeping shorts. Leaving the bathroom, I looked into the living room. Ann had been sleeping on the couch. There she was, asleep. However, usually she would be wearing a large nightshirt. Tonight, she had on a pair of panties and was topless. At first, I was embarrassed. But my curiosity caused me to take another look. Her curves were smooth. Her breasts well-defined. Yes, she was all grown up.
Friday night, we both had dates. Mine, a blind date, was a real bust. Although she was hot, she was boring. I considered going to bed with her, but gave up the idea after listening to her talk about how much she hated her boss for three hours. After dropping her off, I headed back to the apartment. Walking into the living room, I almost had a heart attack. There, on the couch, was Ann. She was lying back, naked, with her eyes closed. On top of her was a man, about my age. He, too, was naked. Unable to speak, I watched as he was screwing my younger sister.
Once the initial shock was over, I raced over to him and pulled him up. As I yanked back, his erect penis pulled out of Ann and wagged back and forth. Instead of beating him senseless, I just kicked him out into the hall, naked, warning him never to come back.
Upon returning, Ann was getting dressed. I started to scream, "how dare you!" and all that other parental-type stuff.
"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew!" she started to cry. Sure, there was a double standard. I had plans to nail my date. But this was not acceptable to me.
As soon as I calmed down, "Tell you what, I won't tell Mom and Dad... if you listen to my lecture." I was going to tell her how she had to be careful. About getting pregnant and about AIDS. She had already been told, I'm sure. But maybe from her older brother, it would sink in. And besides, this was a nice piece of blackmail.
The man's clothes, I tossed down the garbage chute. We would have our talk tomorrow, I told her.
I started the lecture as a parent. I told her how she had to be careful. About how, if she was going to do it, she would have to make sure birth control was used. Condoms, I recommended, since they were also useful in cutting down on the chance of AIDS. To drive the point home, I pulled a condom out of my dresser and gave it to her.
"Keep this with you. If you ever find yourself in a situation like last night, please make sure he puts it on." She took it from me.
That seemed like enough. I had done my part. "Oh, and one last thing. Please let me know when you need the apartment. It's just too strange for me to walk in on my own sister."
The following weekend we were both without dates. It was a rainy night, so watching a video tape seemed like the best idea. On her way home from campus, Ann stopped to pick one up. I was shocked with her selection. A old classic, like Casablanca, perhaps. A newer comedy or action film, maybe. She chose neither. Instead, the contents of the black case held FAMILY TABOO. A little X on the label provided an additional hint.
Holding the box open, I stared at my little sister. "An X-rated movie? What were you thinking?"
Innocently, "Neither of us have dates. I just figured we'd both be a little hard up. C'mon, it'll be cool."
She was right, I was hard up. Prior to Ann moving in with me, I would rent or borrow adult videos. With some dates, it repulsed them. With others, it helped set the mood. I've never seen an entire film. Rather than argue with my baby sister, I consented. She was 18 and old enough to watch it. All grown up.
The basic plot, if you want to call it that, was about two teenage kids. They were supposed to be teens, 16 or so, but I had my doubts. These two kids decide to have sex with one another. They start out with getting naked and rubbing each other. The girl gives the guy a blow job. As I watched, my penis started to get stiff. I tried to remind myself that my sister was sitting in the same room with me. But it didn't matter. The video girl gave great head.
An older (early 30's, maybe) but beautiful woman then walks into the room. It turns out that these two teens are brother and sister. And the hot woman is the mother catching them in the act. Instead of stopping them, she strips off her clothes. Her tits compared to the teenage pair, were large. She joins her daughter in sucking off the son. I had lost all concept of who else was in the room with me, and watched as the three continued their sexual adventures.
The teenage boy blows his load across his sister's face. Her mother licks it off as the son starts to eat her vagina. The whole thing, the taboo of it, made it all that more exciting. And that made me return to reality.
I looked over at my own teenage sister. She was sitting there, pulling her shirt off. Instead of reprimanding her, I just let her sit there, watching the incestuous action on the television, in her bra.
Contrary to every better judgement, her first words to me were answered with a "yes."
Her question, "Want to try it?" She was asking me, her older brother, to imitate what was on the screen. I gave the affirmative response, my penis was starting to need release.
Once again, I would not see an entire video. Off went to television. Ann volunteered to do a strip show for me.
We ran into my bedroom. I sat down on the corner of the bed while I watched the show.She stroked her hands across her bra-covered chest. She rubbed the crotch of her shorts. And then, down they came. The redhead pranced around the room in her bra and panties. She grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it between her legs. It dawned on me that she had likely done this before. She moved the pillow back and forth across her crotch. Occasionally, parts of it would slip away and then back. Little glimpses of her pubic hair were quickly covered by a return pass of the pillow. I was so turned on that I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my slacks. I sat there, in my boxer shorts, watching her remove her bra. She walked over to me and asked me to unsnap her bra. I placed a hand on the clasp, and with dexterity, unhooked the clasp. She returned to her dance and she pulled it away from her chest. She placed her hands on her beautiful globes and juggled them up and down. This was too much for me, I stood up and yanked down my shorts.
My sister raced over to my erect penis and started to give me the best blowjob I had ever received. Her tongue rippling over my penis and her lips moved back and forth over the length.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped. She lowered her panties to reveal her vagina. Down on the bed, with her legs spread. Just like that night I had come home. I bent down and licked at it, flicking her clitoris with my tongue.
I was getting into it, but when the hand touched my head, I looked up. Dear, sweet, Ann. She had a condom for me. "Put it on, and then put it in." Her language, it was shocking. But, I listened and unrolled the condom over my penis. Slowly I slid my penis into her. A few pumps, I started to shoot, filling up the condom. Even as I started to go flaccid, I continued to pump. It must have been useful, as Ann grabbed my butt and whined in orgasmic pleasure.
We both went to bed together, naked. We knew what we did was taboo. But we were safe about it. Some things never change. Ann and I always loved to play together. Now, instead of Monopoly, it was hot sex. We were both all grown up. |
5,375 | The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave | 'The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave'
Part One
Copyright: 1986 through 1997. Christine Stevenson.
Preface:
Readers of 'In the Bank Manager's Cupboard' will remember how Karin's corporation had acquired David (now Davinia), his company, and what remained of his assets. Having trained him, she started to purchase radio-controlled devices to add further sophistication to her treatment of him. This story continues a year or so later.
Chapter One:
Karin, seated in the plush comfort of her executive chair in the penthouse office of 'Shedom International,' of which she enjoyed the title of Chairwoman, mused on how far she had come. Shedom was a name that Karin enjoyed because it expressed so well all that she had created, if not completely expressing her philosophy.
Where possible, Karin elevated women into positions of power, and her organizations adopted positive discrimination policies. Where there were two equal candidates for a position of authority, she would employ the female candidate. Obviously, she would give males senior positions only if they were the best qualified for the job. But she always did her utmost to locate a more suitable female first.
Her organization owned and controlled many apparently independent companies. Computerized memo systems kept her informed of the important activities of all Shedom's subsidiaries. Shedom was publicly quoted but little known; the vast majority of shares were owned by Karin and other Female Dominants, the rest primarily taken up by the Institutional investors who control so much of European investment nowadays. The shares were not sparkling performers on the Exchanges, but Shedom made healthy profits, and the shares were seen by all as a sound investment.
A tiny red light flashed on her telephone, and Karin smiled as she became stimulated by the memories provoked by the presence of the red light. Just thinking about what she had done to David over the past year aroused her. Karin knew that the red light meant that 'Davinia,' a secretary to one of her Managing Directors, was lusting again. She ignored the red light, initially preferring to fantasize a little rather than bother to take any action herself. |
72,833 | The Seduction of the Teacher | 'Damn the train!' Sandy thought to herself as she hurried along the narrow street that led from the station to the school where she worked. The train had arrived 20 minutes late, and now she was barely going to make it in time for her first class of the day.
It was mid-April, but the temperature was already pleasant, lingering just below 20 degrees Celsius. She unbuttoned her jacket, partly revealing her nice figure. Her stomach was flat, and the medium-sized breasts firm due to many hours of gym classes. Under her jacket, she was wearing a tight, red jumper tucked into a pair of low-cut jeans. Her dark-colored, medium-length hair, perfectly matching her emerald green eyes, was arranged in a ponytail.
The 28-year-old French teacher couldn't believe her luck when she got her first job application accepted after graduating from the university three years ago. The small private school, situated in the large East-coast city, was sponsored by the fashion industry. This meant that the students, apart from regular courses like math, social science, and English, also had courses in subjects like makeup artist or fashion designer. They even got to do a few weeks of internship at various companies in the business. Sandy herself lived in a smaller town north of the city, but she could easily commute by train.
Due to the school's special curriculum, nearly 90% of the students were girls, and this was heaven to Sandy. She had come to terms with her bisexuality a long time ago and now she could spend all day secretly drooling over teenage girls with tight bodies and getting paid for it! She had never acted on her urges until now, but didn't know how much longer she could manage.
She continued up to the school, thinking about the ongoing project she had in the freshmen class she was going to teach this morning. The students had each chosen one French author to write about, and in the end, they would do a PowerPoint presentation of their work in front of the class.
Sandy just had time to leave her jacket in her workroom before rushing to the computer room. She was going to spend the first hour there, together with half of the class involved in the project, searching for author information on the Internet.
When she closed the door behind her, she was surprised to see only seven of the fifteen students of the group sitting in front of the computer screens.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Better late than never," a perky little blonde said with a radiant smile. Her name was Jo, she was 16, and Sandy thought she had the most adorable dimples. Jo was wearing a white knitted sweater and jeans. Her hair was drawn back in a ponytail, similar to Sandy's.
"Where is the rest of the class?"
"Don't you remember? They're practicing for the big basketball game." It was Heather, a long-legged, 16-year-old with long, blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She had the horniest blue eyes and an awesome figure tightly tucked into a black top and low-cut jeans, showing off her firm stomach. The eyes just couldn't be described any other way, and Sandy got weak in her knees every time Heather looked at her.
"Oh, that's right, I forgot about that." Sandy briefly thought about the abysmal basketball team the school had. The few boys attending the school were, needless to say, very feminine and were always beaten badly when they played. She couldn't understand why they kept on doing it. On the other hand, the Cheerleading squad was awesome, and Sandy always enjoyed watching them immensely.
The girl sitting next to Heather was Paige, a most adorable shy little blonde girl with velvet blue eyes. She was wearing a black, low-necked top and jeans. Sandy had often wondered about Heather and Paige, always holding hands and hugging.
Three of the other four girls in the room were also 16. Nicky, dark-haired with blonde locks, was wearing a dark blue cardigan with a zipper at the front and jeans. She was a tiny girl with a nice, but not yet fully developed, body.
Brooke was a pretty girl with long, straight, blonde hair tucked in under a cap. She had on a training jacket and baggy, low-cut pants.
Robin had short dark hair, was a bit chubby with a nice smile. She was wearing a college sweater and jeans and was the smartest girl in class.
The last girl's name was Julie. She had quit another education when she inherited from her grandmother and got enough money to pay for the tuition. She was 19 years old, and the other girls in class thought she had the most beautiful pair of large breasts. The round globes were pressing through a tight red top, and she had on a pair of low-cut jeans. The 19-year-old had mysterious dark eyes and medium-length brown hair pulled back by a headband.
Soon the girls were focused on their screens, and Sandy sat down at the teacher's desk in front and began to correct some papers. A few minutes later, Paige called her over. She wasn't sure what to write in the search frame to find the author of her choice.
While helping Paige, Sandy couldn't avoid noticing Heather stretching backwards with her arms and pushing her chest forward. The young girl's top rose even more, giving the teacher a clear view of her flat stomach. The outline of her perfectly rounded, braless breasts was clearly visible through the fabric.
She fixed her "fuck-me" eyes on Sandy with a mischievous look on her face.
"My shoulders hurt from all the computer using in your class lately. Can't you rub them for me, please?"
The other girls seemed to be hard at work, but they were all secretly watching Sandy, waiting for her response. Ever since they started in August, they've heard rumors about the 28-year-old teacher being into girls. They've seen the way she looked at them and had often talked about it. They were all, like most teenage girls, more or less fantasizing about lesbian sex, and Heather had bragged about how she was going to seduce the sexy French teacher.
Sandy, suddenly struck by the erotic image of herself massaging Heather's naked shoulders, didn't know what to say. Her nipples started to harden, and she struggled to keep her composure.
"That wouldn't be appropriate for me to do as I'm your teacher, Heather," she said, as calmly as she could.
"Why don't you ask Paige if it bothers you that much?"
Heather turned to Paige with a smile.
"Would you, honey?"
Cute little Paige was only too eager to comply and immediately moved her stool to position herself behind Heather.
Sandy returned to her desk and sat down. The prospect of watching Paige giving Heather a rubdown was affecting her, and she felt her pussy getting moist.
Paige's fingers were already eagerly working on Heather's back. The blonde girl closed her eyes and moaned softly. The teacher, at the same time trying to be discreet, couldn't help staring in fascination at what was happening in front of her. Paige's left hand slowly raised Heather's top inch by inch while her right hand moved around her friend's narrow waist and began massaging the firm stomach.
Sandy felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. 'I'm going to go crazy if I don't get a release real soon,' she thought to herself. She briefly considered excusing herself to go to the ladies' room to masturbate but decided against it. She wouldn't miss this show for anything in the world. Instead, she slowly lowered her right hand into her lap and softly squeezed her pussy right through her jeans. The sensation was incredible, and a little moan escaped her lips.
Heather's top was now bunched up right below her shoulder blades, and Paige had both her arms around the slender body. Paige's hands were lingering just below the blonde girl's breasts, and Heather's breathing was becoming more rapid.
Sandy started to rub her pussy in slow rhythmic motions and took a quick glance at the other girls. They all seemed to be deeply concentrated on their work. In reality, they were all concentrating on the teacher's hand. They were mesmerized by Paige's and Heather's boldness and couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
Paige's nimble hands quickly slipped under the top and landed directly on Heather's braless globes. Heather jerked at the sensation and leaned back into Paige as the smaller girl eagerly began to knead the firm flesh.
"That feels so good," Heather whispered as Paige started to lick her earlobe.
Sandy was now getting really worked up. 'How do I stop this?' she thought. In reality, she didn't want to stop anything, and she had become far too aroused to think about the consequences.
"I need some help, please." Sandy looked up in surprise; she had forgotten all about the other girls. It was Jo who had called. The pretty little blonde, sitting next to Paige and Heather, looked at her with an innocent smile on her lips.The teacher rose to her feet and unsteadily walked over to her student.
When she leaned forward to look at Jo's screen, she suddenly felt a hand on her right buttock. "I really should stop this now," she thought desperately, but instead, she pretended not to notice the touch and continued to help Jo. The hand quickly slid between her buttocks and started to rub directly at her pussy.
"Is this something like what you were doing at the desk, miss?" a cheerful, excited voice said. She glanced over her shoulder and found herself looking straight into the horny eyes of Heather. Her top was now bunched up under her chin, giving Sandy a clear view of the most beautiful breasts she'd ever seen. The girl's left hand was busy between the teacher's legs, and her jeans were unbuttoned with Paige's right hand inside. Paige's left hand continuously stimulated Heather's left breast with rapid, circular motions.
"Oh my good..." was all the stunned teacher had time to say. She felt firm hands press against the small of her back, and soon she found herself face-down beside Jo's computer screen. Teenage hands quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, exposing her white cotton panties. A dark, wet spot had already formed at the front.
'Beautiful,' Heather thought, slowly pulling the white panties over the teacher's firm buttocks, and then gasped as she felt Paige's fingers penetrate her own pussy lips.
She pulled her own top all the way off her upper body, took a firm hold on the nicely rounded globes in front of her, and spread them as wide as she could, making the teacher whimper. Sandy's jeans and panties had suddenly disappeared, but she was now too excited to care what the teenagers did to her. She just wanted to come. The teacher soon had Heather's hand on her bare pussy, massaging it with rapid motions.
"Please..." she murmured.
"Please what, miss?" Heather asked innocently. She pressed her thumb at her teacher's pussy opening. Her forefinger found Sandy's clit and started to stimulate it.
"Please fuck me..."
"Ok." Heather's thumb pressed through Sandy's pussy lips and went inside, all the way up to the hilt. "Uuugh..." was all the teacher could say.
Paige, still behind Heather, swiftly removed her friend's jeans from her long legs. She pulled Heather's g-string aside, spread the firm ass cheeks apart, and jammed her face between them. Heather moaned, leaned forward, and did the same to her French-teacher.
Sandy's mind was racing. Thirty minutes ago, her only concern was getting to the class on time, and now she was bent over a table with one of her student's tongue between her ass cheeks. And she loved it! She decided to continue and face the consequences later on. She looked up just to see two bare breasts with erect nipples blocking her view.
"Please, suck them, miss," Jo said shyly. The 28-year-old teacher raised herself on her forearms and eagerly clamped her mouth around one of her 12-years-younger student's nipples.
Jo reached out over Sandy's head, took a hold of her jumper, and pulled it up to under her armpits. She removed the teacher's bra and started to work on the freed breasts with rapid motions. Sandy's breath became more and more ragged. Her ass started to rotate, and the girls realized that she was on the verge of coming.
"Don't make her come, yet," Paige said, raising herself up from behind Heather. Jo released her grips on the teacher's erect nipples and drew the bunched-up jumper all the way over Sandy's head. Heather, completely naked except for her g-string, reluctantly withdrew her tongue and rose.
"Oh no, I'm so close..." the teacher moaned.
"Turn around, miss," Paige said in a husky voice. Sandy rolled over on her back and watched Heather pull off her g-string and climb on top of her. The naked girl and woman glued their lips together and started French-kissing vigorously.
Sandy was in heaven. She had never felt such passion before. The sexy 16-year-old, sprawled naked on top of her, did wonders with her tongue. It felt like she had shoved it all the way down her throat. She reached out and took a firm grip on Heather's buttocks and pressed the girl's wet, swollen pussy against her thigh. The blonde gasped with pleasure and immediately started to grind her pelvis up and down.Paige looked over the teacher's shoulder and saw her best friend Heather, with her sexy eyes closed, leaning back into the half-naked Jo.
"Best French-class ever, right?" She said happily.
"But you haven't gotten your clothes off yet, honey," Heather replied, focusing her eyes, hornier than ever, on Paige.
"I'll be happy to take care of that," Julie said with a smile. She stood up, leaving a half-unconscious Nicky behind, and quickly moved over to Paige. She took the younger girl by her hands and raised her to her feet. Paige's jeans were unbuttoned and lowered to her ankles, and then her top was pushed over her breasts. Julie removed the pretty, white bra and then took a firm grip on the blonde's hips, lifting her up onto a table.
Resting on her elbows, a surprised Paige saw her jeans being pulled off her feet and her panties going the same way. Julie then raised the girl's slender legs up in the air, giving herself full access to the beautiful teenage cunt. She spread the pussy lips with her hands and drove her extended tongue deep into Paige's opening. Paige groaned, and her legs came down to rest on Julie's shoulders. The 19-year-old eagerly moved her tongue all over the wet folds, while her hands moved from the girl's hips, briefly caressing the flat stomach before reaching Paige's firm breasts.
Paige's mind was racing. Ever since last autumn, she had secretly been fantasizing about the more mature dark-haired beauty, and now she had Julie's mouth between her legs and Julie's hands on her breasts.
The teacher had forgotten all about getting her students not to talk about what had happened. Her green eyes were focused on Paige's naked teenage body in front of her. Julie's face was buried deep between Paige's legs, while her hands were busy stimulating the cute blonde's nipples.
Suddenly Sandy felt a hand on her stomach.
"Could you make me come, miss?" Jo, naked from the waist up, was standing beside her, looking at the French-teacher in anticipation. Jo had her jeans pushed down over her hips, which gave Sandy open access to her pussy. She grabbed one of the perky little blonde's ass cheeks with one hand and drew the girl close to her. Gently, she started to probe the wet pussy with two of her fingers and eagerly sucked one of Jo's nipples into her mouth.
"I want to come again," Heather said. The naked, long-legged blonde quickly climbed the table that Paige was lying on and straddled her friend's stomach. She lowered herself down, and her mouth quickly found Paige's. With their stomachs and breasts tightly pressed together, the two friends shoved their tongues deeply into each other's mouths. Two of Julie's fingers immediately found their way into Heather's love-tunnel, and she started to pump the pussy with long, rhythmic strokes, with her face still glued between Paige's legs.
Jo was close to coming. Her teacher had three fingers shoved deep inside her pussy, and the thumb was stimulating the girl's clit. Sandy's other hand was busy massaging the student's left ass-cheek, and she greedily sucked hard on one of the girl's erect nipples.
Julie switched her mouth from Emily's little pussy to the sexy ass of Heather and started to rapidly lick her from behind. Two fingers of her right hand were busy in Paige's cunt, pumping hard. The girls, tightly embraced, had started to moan into each other's mouths, and, in no time, Heather came for her second time, and shortly after, Paige climaxed with her pussy juices dripping down her ass crack.
"I'm coming!" Jo suddenly moaned, threw her head backwards, and shuddered. Sandy kept her fingers moving throughout the orgasm, prolonging Jo's pleasure.
Julie stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 'How cool is this?' she thought. In less than 45 minutes, she had brought three of her delectable little classmates to orgasm, and she hadn't even removed her own clothes.
An embarrassed Sandy quickly began to dress.
"I-I-I don't know what to say, girls," she stammered. Heather, pulling her jeans up, looked at her with those gorgeous fuck-me-eyes.
"Don't worry about us telling, miss." She stepped forward and kissed the teacher once more, and Sandy felt her pussy tingle. She released Sandy's mouth, stepped back, and seemed to be thinking while biting her lower lip.
"We'll be happy just as long as you let us do some extra-curricular activities on you once in a while." The teacher, well aware of what the pretty blonde meant, felt her face getting bright red.
"But I'm your teacher..." Heather pulled her top down and smiled.
"And you're great at handling your students."
The five remaining girls were now all fully dressed and, before Sandy could say anything else, they walked out of the room, leaving the sexy French-teacher behind. |
121,686 | Here Kitty Kitty | 'Here, Kitty Kitty,' crooned the neighbor again, like he did every night. Katie rolled her eyes while she sat on the back porch, texting a friend about that very thing.
'There's the cat called again by the dope next door.'
Katie had just turned 12, and like most girls her age in the neighborhood, she was bored senseless this summer. The usual trip to the resort with the family had just ended, and now she just had chores, summer sports, and trying to get out of the house to hang with her friends. She had her long black hair, just a few inches down her back, in a ponytail, and its end always flicked around to her nose when she turned her head quickly. She had pale skin that she learned to keep out of the sun, and not a freckle or mole on it. She kept her almost 5-foot frame trim and tidy, participating in most sports from field hockey to climbing, although she always hated swimming.
Tonight, the sun was setting in the front of the house, turning the back garden into blues and purples. The neighbor called again, although lately his voice was funny, like he had a cold or was speaking through a fan. He'd been over a few times, once as part of his job recording their stories about a nearby tragedy for a radio program, which despite staying up to listen to, wasn't used. 'Edited out for time,' he said.
His black cat finally slunk over the other fence, and as usual, took a detour to get a stroke from her. She reached out and did so as it tilted its head for a scratch. 'Ugh,' she grimaced, hand returned all wet, and instinctively raised her hand and smelled. Some sort of incense, not anything really nasty, but still sticky.
'Mr. Doppler, um, Doppler,' she called out. 'I think your cat fell into a pool or something!'
'What's that? I'll get you something to wipe it off with,' he came over to the fence then down to the bottom of his garden, opening his gate and then standing at hers. 'Come here, Katie.'
And she stood up and went to the gate, holding up her hand. 'See?' The cat leaped over the fence behind them and in for its supper.
Mr. Doppler stood about a foot above Katie, and was old, like 40 or something, his dark hair graying at the temples, and an unkempt goatee on his otherwise shaven face. He was nice enough, and had a fit body (Katie had seen him in just shorts on warm days around his garden, but not like she really was looking), but was, well, dopey, and with thick lenses on his glasses, seemed to always be looking dopily at her.
'Yes, it was good of you to come here, Katie. I'll wipe it off.' He had some cloth that he spent some time rubbing her hand with, and she stood there for a couple of minutes, not minding the attention. Some sort of music, a beat like a heart chiming, came from his shirt pocket.
'What's that sound?' she asked, as he rubbed her wrist.
'Oh, must've forgot to turn it off.' He pulled out a device like an old flip mobile, and pressed a button. Out came the call, 'Here, Kitty, Kitty!'
She jumped, hand away, then laughed, and Mr. Doppler laughed as well. 'See, I got so tired of calling the damn cat, I decided to record it.'
'Doesn't sound right, though,' she replied, not quite realizing she'd put her hand back into his, without the cloth, and feeling him massaging her wrist gave her tingles.
'Ah, good girl, you noticed. Has to be distorted to be ambient enough for the cat to hear it far enough away,' he grinned.
Katie nodded and felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach as he complimented her, then disappointment as he let go of her hand and wished her a good night.
A few moments later, she was heading inside, texting her friend about the wet cat and the dopey neighbor.
And, a few minutes later, she was saying good night to her parents and stripping off her clothes, putting on light cotton pajamas, hopping into bed, switching off her light, and then tugging down her pajama bottoms and rubbing her hand on herself until the rush of butterflies returned and flew around her. |
122,041 | My Dirty Santa | 'Twas the night of the party, and all through the club,
All the people were staring at Big Bob and his sub.
The shackles were hung on the pole with great care,
The attendants were hoping Big Bob just might share.
The Masters were clustered all snug in big beds,
While visions of whippings danced in their heads.
With my Dom in his leathers, and I stripped to the skin,
The revelers were waiting for the show to begin.
When out of the darkness, a spotlight shone down
To find me hung from my wrists, toes just touching the ground.
Turning away from my suffering, my Master drew back
To pull a few objects from his red silken sack.
The sweat on my breasts gave my tattoo a glow,
My excitement was building, making my pussy juice flow.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a big rubber butt plug aimed towards my rear.
With the help of some KY, he pushed it in quick,
Then I knew in that moment, my thighs must be slick.
More rapid than most females, all watched as I came,
And gasped in their awe as I screamed out his name.
"Oh, Master! Oh, Santa! Oh, Husband! My Love!
I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Give that butt plug a shove!"
From the top of my head to the tip of my toes,
I wiggled and moaned in lust's blissful throes.
The sobs of my passion filled the room with great sighs,
Then they all watched my sweet Dom look deep in my eyes.
When up swept his right arm, the whip strands they flew
In rapid succession, he hit me One! Two!
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the dark
A low muffled growl, a big throaty bark!
As I drew up my head and was looking around,
Into the room came the biggest black hound!
He was as big as a horse from his feet to his head,
He pulled and he fought from the leash he was led.
When a shudder of fear ran straight up my back,
My Big Dirty Santa pulled cuffs from his pack.
His eyes...how they sparkled. His chuckle depraved.
So this was the secret my Santa had saved!
My breathing was ragged, my legs felt like mush.
My Master was pure as the old driven slush!
The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth,
The smoke filled the room, I couldn't breathe.
He turned to the crowd and gave them a shock.
He opened his pants and drew out his cock.
He had a throbbing erection...my dirty old elf.
And I groaned when I saw it, in spite of myself.
With a nod of his head, I was let to the floor,
But the show wasn't over...oh no, there was more!
He spoke not a word, but went right to his work.
Cuffed me bent over, pulled my head back with a jerk.
Then bringing the hound to position in place,
He shoved his dick down my throat, started fucking my face.
The dog mounted my back and knotted me good,
While my Dirty Ol' Santa gave me his wood.
Then I heard him exclaim as I started shaking...
"GET IN LINE EVERYBODY.....SHE'S YOURS FOR THE TAKING!"
My tribute to you, my Dirty Santa
from your slightly warped knutz.
I love you, husband. |
918 | Incident at the Zoo | "Look, mommy, a gorilla!" the little girl screamed. Kate thought, for the hundredth time, that this seemed a very stupid thing to say. She had been working at the zoo for over 5 years, and all children seemed to say the same thing. She stopped looking out the window from the cage and went to the back. The intercom was located back there, and she picked it up. "Attention please. The zoo is closing now for the day. Please exit as soon as possible, as the animals want to get some sleep." She heard a small burst of laughter from outside, as she always did. As she put the microphone down, Steve came in.
"Hey, are you going out with everyone else tonight?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't think so. Mr. Myers said there were some problems in Sarki's room, and he wanted me to check it out."
"Shit. I wouldn't go in there. That's one big ape!" He said.
"Well, he seems to like me. But anyway, I guess the lights are acting up - he wanted me to take a look at them."
He grinned. "Well, don't let me keep you. Maybe sometime next week?" He asked.
"Sure, next week it is." She smiled back at him. He waved goodbye, and Kate got back to her work.
After taking her normal hour or two to get everything back in order, she went to her locker in the ladies' room to get out of her zoo uniform. After she got it all off, she remembered she had to fix those lights, but since the zoo was closed, she didn't think anyone would mind if she did it in shorts and a t-shirt. She left her belongings in the bathroom and headed for the gorilla house. After arriving there, she entered Sarki's room, wondering why Mr. Myers seemed to think she was a mechanic or an electrician. Sarki was a huge mountain gorilla, and usually not very amicable. But he had seemed to take to Kate immediately, usually hanging over her shoulder or something whenever she was in his cage. Today was no exception, as she climbed up toward the ceiling to get at the lights. There was a large platform near the ceiling, and she got on that in order to inspect the lights better.
Sarki pulled his bulk right up next to her, but there was plenty of room up there. She stood up and craned her neck, trying to look straight up while keeping her balance. Suddenly, she felt a large hand on her ass, slowly stroking it. She turned around quickly, and found Sarki staring at her as his hand caressed her. She stood frozen, afraid that he might push her off the ledge or something. But what he actually did was bring his other hand up and began to feel her breasts through her shirt. Now, Kate never thought of herself as overly kinky, but this monkey was really turning her on! She slowly removed her shirt and bra, letting the huge gorilla feel her bare chest. He began squeezing her breasts, massaging them, while his other hand still wandered in her waist region. After a few minutes of this treatment, she couldn't stand it any more. She removed her shoes, then her jeans, and finally her panties. Sarki sat down and pulled her over to him.
His hands still were exploring her body, and suddenly she felt one of his fingers stab up into her now-exposed hole. His finger, though not as long as a man's penis, was just as wide, and she began to squirm on it. His other hand fell from her breasts and curled around her, pulling her closer. He brought his face close to hers and stared at her with great interest. His hand was still working her over, but she wanted more. She knew gorillas would imitate a lot of things if they were done by a human, so she decided to test exactly what he would do. She moved down him until her face was right next to his chest. Her tongue tentatively darted out and began to kiss his leather-like chest.
She moved downward, further, until his now-erect huge cock was staring right at her. All thoughts of anything else quickly flew away with the sight of it, and she immediately took it in her mouth, taking great pleasure from his obvious excitement. His cock grew to unbelievable size, and she could barely keep it in her mouth. She could taste the few drops of cum that were seeping out of his now rock-hard cock.
Then she pulled away, spread her legs, with the finger still in her, and hoped. He withdrew his finger and pressed his face against her chest, his tongue coming out and licking her nipples.
He, too, moved downward and slurped at her wet hole. She groaned louder and louder, and just as she was about to orgasm, he roughly pushed her away. She landed on her stomach, and as she began to pick herself up, confused, she felt a huge cock fill her box. Sarki's breath came in rough gasps as he shoved his tool deeper and deeper into her. She began to groan even louder, and his pace quickened. After a few minutes of this, Kate couldn't hold back any longer. Her cunt exploded in a series of orgasms around his spike.
She bucked her hips upwards against his huge body, and with her contractions came a jerking from deep within him, and after a second or two she could feel his cum filling her. He slowly stopped his rammings, and allowed her to climb out from under him. She realized that he had supported himself on his knuckles the entire time to avoid crushing her. She got dressed, but before she left, she taught him one more thing. Reaching forward, she opened his mouth a bit, and brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his surprised mouth, but he soon realized what she was doing and also put his tongue in her mouth. After a small amount of fumbling, she felt as if she was kissing a real man, as he got the movements down right. She slipped her hand down to his limp dick and gave it a small squeeze, a promise that she would work late again soon. And it looked like she wasn't going out with Steve and her co-workers next week after all! |
935 | All Grown Up | "My plane arrives at 6. Why don't you meet me at the TWA baggage claim area, and we can catch some dinner."
"See you then," was her response.
When I finally arrived in Denver, I was starved. It was a good thing that my sister and I were going out to dinner. I had been away at my job in Boston for 2 years and was excited about going to the Hunan Wok. I looked around for Ann, but could not find her.
"Hey, nutball!" I heard. Turning around, there she was. My younger sister at 18 years. In the two years that I had not seen her, she had changed. Her tomboy haircut was replaced by long straight red strands. And, for a change, she was smiling.
"Congratulations, I hear you're going to Harvard in the fall." I was making small talk to get my mind off my hunger. Once at the restaurant, we met up with our parents.
"Dave, you're so matured," Mom gushed.
"Actually, it's Ann who's really changed." What was once an awkward moody little girl was now a happy, smart, and beautiful young woman.
The phone rang. It was Ann. She had arrived in Cambridge and had settled into the dorm. I promised to show her around the city on her first night at college. After I got off work, I dropped by the campus to pick her up.
"Nice car." I smiled, knowing how much I was in debt to pay for the status of having a BMW. I gave her a quick tour of the city. The historic sites, the shopping areas, and so on. I took my baby sister to my apartment for dinner. She was going to see how domesticated I had become. When I lived at home, I swore that I'd never learn to cook or clean. And now, my apartment was dust-free and the chicken was delicious.
Being from Denver, the late August heat was too much for Ann. She pulled off her top shirt as we talked. I couldn't help but notice, in her t-shirt, that she really had matured. Not that it much mattered, but I was happy to see that brains and beauty could go together. I told her so. We chatted for a few hours about how things were at home, about college life, and Boston. I remembered what Mom said about keeping an eye on her. Looking at her in a t-shirt and shorts reminded me of that.
"Look, I know you don't want to hear this..." I began.
"Mom, right? Yeah, you don't need to worry. I think I'm smart enough to keep myself out of trouble." I knew she was, but I promised.
"If you need anything. Anything at all. I'm here."
A few weeks later, Ann called. It seems that she hates her roommate. Being the big responsible brother, I offered to let her stay with me while she found another roommate. I had forgotten what it was like to live with someone, especially your sister. Not that we argued like kids, but it was tense.
One evening, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I had just stepped out of the shower and was grabbing for a towel when the door opened.
"Oops," said the intruder. "I didn't realize." However, instead of leaving, she just stayed. This used to happen when we were little. She'd just go into rooms without knocking. Despite her maturity and brains, this was one bad habit she had not kicked.
"Just go!" I said as I wrapped a towel around my waist. She backed out and closed the door. I finished getting cleaned up and pulled on my sleeping shorts. Leaving the bathroom, I looked into the living room. Ann had been sleeping on the couch. There she was, asleep. However, usually she would be wearing a large nightshirt. Tonight, she had on a pair of panties and was topless. At first, I was embarrassed. But my curiosity caused me to take another look. Her curves were smooth. Her breasts well-defined. Yes, she was all grown up.I sat down on the corner of the bed while I watched the show. She stroked her hands across her bra-covered chest. She rubbed the crotch of her shorts. And then, down they came. The redhead pranced around the room in her bra and panties. She grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it between her legs. It dawned on me that she had likely done this before. She moved the pillow back and forth across her crotch. Occasionally, parts of it would slip away and then back. Little glimpses of her pubic hair were quickly covered by a return pass of the pillow. I was so turned on that I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my slacks. I sat there, in my boxer shorts, watching her remove her bra. She walked over to me and asked me to unsnap her bra. I placed a hand on the clasp, and with dexterity, unhooked the clasp. She returned to her dance and she pulled it away from her chest. She placed her hands on her beautiful globes and juggled them up and down. This was too much for me, I stood up and yanked down my shorts.
My sister raced over to my erect penis and started to give me the best blowjob I had ever received. Her tongue rippling over my penis and her lips moved back and forth over the length.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped. She lowered her panties to reveal her vagina. Down on the bed, with her legs spread. Just like that night I had come home. I bent down and licked at it, flicking her clitoris with my tongue.
I was getting into it, but when the hand touched my head, I looked up. Dear, sweet, Ann. She had a condom for me. "Put it on, and then put it in." Her language, it was shocking. But, I listened and unrolled the condom over my penis. Slowly I slid my penis into her. A few pumps, I started to shoot, filling up the condom. Even as I started to go flaccid, I continued to pump. It must have been useful, as Ann grabbed my butt and whined in orgasmic pleasure.
We both went to bed together, naked. We knew what we did was taboo. But we were safe about it. Some things never change. Ann and I always loved to play together. Now, instead of Monopoly, it was hot sex. We were both all grown up. |
1,041 | The Release of the Master | "You don't get it, do you, Slayer?" the Master said to the beautiful Buffy. "It is not your blood that will break me free. It's your love juice, Slayer. Why do you think that all slayers throughout history are mostly female."
Buffy was fully conscious of what was going on, but unable to do anything. When she got down into the Master's lair, something came from behind her and grabbed her wrists. She had dropped her crossbow in shock. It was a stupid and un-slayer-like thing to do, but she dropped her weapon.
She still had not figured out what it was that got her, but it had her immobilized and pinned to the wall in the Master's lair. And the speech about her love juice from the Master was not helping either.
"See, Slayer, we are now going to extract that juice that will set me free," the Master continued.
With that, he waved his hands and Buffy could see two blurs flying towards her. They landed on each of her breasts and started clawing at her white gown. They quickly tore through her thin gown and thin laced bras. She gasped. Bats! They were bats clawing at her breasts!
But as soon as they tore through her clothing, they stopped... and started sucking her nipples.
In the meantime, the thing that had her pinned to the wall started to grow. Actually, she just noticed that it had been growing ever since it got her. The thing felt damp as it pressed itself onto her back. Then suddenly, it pulled away from her back. And it took the back part of her gown with it! Because her gown was a one-piece gown, the front part of the gown just fell off! Now she was almost naked! She only had her white cotton panties on; and her clawed bras.
Her nipples were sore now. The bats had continued sucking on them non-stop all during this time. The thing that had her pinned down was back on her bare back. It felt slimy on her back. It was beginning to "overflow" towards the front now. It had seeped between her and her panties now and expanded itself to cover her two firm buttock cheeks now, at the same time pushing her panties away from her.
She felt her legs beginning to part. She could not help it. She was powerless against it. "Yes," the Master muttered. "I can sense your juice flowing now. Soon, I will be FREE!"
She could feel the thing pinning her down sucking on every part of her that touched it. It felt like tiny suckers nipping at her. Her skin was beginning to feel aroused. The thing had now covered past her sides. It had passed her ass and cunt area. It started to encompass her pubic area. It started to tug at her blonde pubic hairs. She tried to bear it. After all, she IS the slayer. It was trying to suck out her pubic hairs! She was highly aroused now from the tiny sucking going on to her clitoris area and anal area. It was heightened by the pain she was feeling on her pubic hair area.
Her breasts were now screaming with pain, too. The thing had started covering her breast area. The bats continued to suck like nothing was happening. The thing was almost onto the bats. Then, suddenly, the bats were gone. The numbness on her nipples increased her sexuality. In a split second, the thing had encompassed her nipples completely, nipping away. She gave out a moan as her nipples hardened like never before.
"Excellent!" the Master proclaimed. "Do you feel your weakness, Slayer? Your weakness is my strength."
It was true. The sensuality weakened her. Her arousal weakened her even more. She no longer stood on her own. The thing was enveloping and supporting her now. She moaned some more. This time, the thing started to engulf the lower part of her face. Her mouth was starting to be filled with the thing. It tasted bitter. But it tasted good. Her mind was starting to go into overload from the sensations of her body.
"Bring her to me, my torturer," the Master echoed. "I shall drink of her love now."
The thing extended itself towards the Master. The thing slowly lowered her where the Master sat at the throne. She suddenly felt the lips to her womanhood extended. She opened her eyes and saw into the Master's eyes. She was being impaled by the Master's penis. She wanted to shout "No!" but her mouth was covered with the thing. She was a virgin and it was not good. Her cunt's lips gave way and she felt the pain as her hymen began to tear. The pain mixed with the pleasure and the sensualism all over her body overtook her as her orgasm hit her. The Master's tool penetrated her as she felt her anal muscles begin to stretch. She gasped when she realized what was happening. There was something else trying to get into her anal passage! As the Master's tool penetrated her deeper, the anal object stretched her anal hole likewise. She wanted to scream, but could not. Her mouth was now filled with the thing. It was beginning to choke her. The muscle pain at her anal passage screamed, too as the invader relentlessly and mercilessly violated her in the most defiled way. Her second orgasm ricocheted through her body and her mind. The cognitive part of her had completely shut down. She was like a puppet doll to be used by the Master now.
The Master's tool and the anal invader sank deeper and deeper into her. It must have been her G-spot because as the Master's tool pulsated faster and deeper, she started to climax faster. She was moaning now; there was no more resistance from her. The Master's tool was now sucking her love juice for his freedom. The anal invader continued to extend into her. It had passed the Master's tool in depth now.
It took almost 30 minutes before the Master had drained all her love juice. She was dead way before the Master was done. The thing finally lifted her off the Master and retracted back. She fell by gravity's pull into the pool where Xander would find her. |
885 | Stacy & Steve | "He's here!" my mom called from the porch. Dad and I raced down the stairs to see my brother, Steve, who was coming home from college for Christmas break.
He stepped out of the cab, and I could not believe my eyes. He had changed so much in the past year! He left a scrawny high school senior and was now back a college man. And I do mean man. He grew at least 4 inches and now stood at 6'2". Like all of us, he had dark hair and eyes, and I'm sure that my handsome brother broke many hearts on that college campus.
I had changed a lot too in the year. When Steve left, I was 16 and still the most underdeveloped girl in school. I was skinny, had no form, and braces. But a few months ago, my braces came off, and I have developed into the most popular girl in school.
As we all went into the house, I pulled Steve to the side to give him a hug. I felt my body press against his, and I felt a little stirring in my stomach, but I brushed it aside. This was my brother, I told myself, not my lover. He held me out at arm's length and slowly looked me up and down...and back up again, taking in my long legs, slim waist, and ample chest. "Wow, Stace, you've really changed!" As he said that, I noticed that his eyes lingered on my breasts.
"You too, Steve. So how's college?"
"It's cool. No big thing."
"I'm glad you're home," I said shyly.
He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, which I expected to be on the cheek, but it lightly brushed my lips. He gave me a sly smile. "Yeah, me too."
The next day, our parents were out visiting friends. Steve had a project to finish, and he begged me to leave him alone. I couldn't. I was bored. My friends were all in Vermont, on a trip on which I was not allowed to go. So I had to bother Steve. I sat in the chair near the desk in the den, watching him work. Whenever he was concentrating, he chewed the side of his lip and pinched his chin.
It was so cute!
He was getting annoyed with me and I knew it. "Do you have to stare at me? Go play!" he yelled.
"Sorry! I'm bored, what else do you expect me to do? Come on, Stevie, play with me!" I snatched up one of his papers and ran. He chased after me, and when he caught me, he grabbed me by the waist and fell on top of me. I was on the couch, smushed underneath his huge body, with his arms wrapped around me.
And he didn't get up either. We laid there for a while, catching our breath. Steve tried to free his hand so he could get up, and he accidentally grazed my breast, flicking my nipple. I got a weird sensation from this, and I felt something growing up against my rear. But that sensation went away when Steve cleared his throat and got up, leaving me there pondering my feelings for my brother.
A few days later, I was just getting up, and I always take a shower before I go downstairs. I don't know if I was groggy, deaf, or wanted it in my subconscious, but I entered the bathroom while Steve was in the shower. This would have been no big deal, but I came in while he was getting out, and I got a full view of Steve's assets, and boy were there assets! His chest was covered with black hair, but the ripples in his stomach were still visible. My brother didn't even work out! But below the belt was the most amazing thing. His cock was semi-hard (who knows what he was thinking about in the shower) and had to be at least seven inches at that state. What a sight!
I had to hide my embarrassment (and amazement) by blushing, muttering a quick "I'm sorry" and exiting stage left--fast. I ran to my room, closed the door, and thought about what I saw, and what I felt. When I saw Steve step out of that shower, I felt a feeling that I have never felt. My pulse quickened, and I really didn't want to leave. I was extremely aroused. Steve didn't say anything to me about it. I thought that he would come into my room and yell for barging in, but he did nothing. I guess he was a little embarrassed too.
Steve was still working on that damn project, and I was determined to draw him away from it. My first tactic (aka snatching the paper) was useless, so it was on to plan B. Get Steve's attention sexually. I was NOT trying to commit incest with my brother. An attractive woman in sexy clothes can get any man's attention, and that's all I wanted. ATTENTION. I was bored.
I dressed in a bra and panties set that I was keeping for my friend. Her parents would kill her if they found it. It had a garter and hose and the whole nine yards. I was going to put on heels also, but that was a bit much. The set was a deep blue (Steve's favorite color) and it complimented my teenage body very well. I was not going to walk around the house stark naked, so I put on a silky kimono that my mother brought back from Japan.
I sat on the couch and watched Steve from afar. He really was a sexy specimen. His dark hair was flopped over as he buried his head in his hand, frustrated. Now was my chance. I slipped up from behind, placing my small, delicate fingers on his shoulders. I could feel how tight they were. His head popped up, startled. He didn't turn around.
"You need to relax." I started massaging his shoulders. I traced from his neck to his arm and back. He didn't say a word, but I could tell he was enjoying it. This continued for five minutes, when he swiveled his chair around.
"What the hell do you have on, Stace? Why the kimono?"
I smiled seductively and tilted my head. "I'm trying to get you to pay attention to me. Maybe this will help." I slowly untied the kimono and it opened slightly to give him a hint of what was under there. "Are you paying attention?" His eyes lingered on the robe. I knew he was.
I slipped the robe off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He could now see my entire body. His eyes traced it too. He started at my face, avoiding my eyes, to my neck. He seemed to zoom in on my breasts. The lace delicately complemented them, and I was so hot that my nipples were fully erect, so I'm sure he could see them too. He then studied my flat stomach and the panties I was wearing. The push of my pubic hair against the fabric was visible. Some was actually curling around the edges of the panties, and was very sexy. He finally took in my legs, tinted blue by the stockings, but still long and slender and sensuous. I stared at Steve while he stared at me. His sweat was becoming more and more tented as his eyes got lower and lower. By the time he reached my ankles, he was really hard.
At this point, I did not care that Steve was my brother. He was so damn sexy, and I was so aroused that it didn't matter. I moved closer to him and pulled him up out of his chair. He was much taller, so I had to look up. I pulled up his sweatshirt, and ran my fingers over his stomach. His skin was warm, but it burned at my touch because of what we were doing. He slid one of the bra straps off of my shoulder, revealing a bit more of my breasts. I tilted my head back and he leaned over to kiss my neck. I was in.....
"Beep!" The computer broke the spell. Steve pulled his shirt down and walked over to the computer. "What the hell are you doing Stace? Put some damn clothes on. I'm your brother!" He sat down and began typing again. I was pissed. How dare he? He was into it just like I was. I ran up to my room, flopped on my bed, and sulked for the rest of the day.
Somehow I had to have Steve. I knew this, and I was determined to do it. I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he just couldn't face it. If it wasn't for that damn computer..... I decided to write him a note. I left it on his night table where he was sure to see it. It said:
Dear Steve, I'm sorry for being so forward today, but I had to bring to your attention what you and I both want. Each other. If it wasn't for the computer, we both would be happy and satisfied. I love you so much, and what better way to show love? Please, I'm begging you. I want you so bad. Please. I'll be awake tonight, all night, thinking of you, so if you change your mind, drop by. I'll still be wearing the lingerie. I know you liked it.
Love, Stacy
Just like I thought, Steve came by. It was about 2:30 A.M. when I heard the knock at my door. He was wearing boxers and a white T-shirt, and in the dark, he still looked absolutely gorgeous. He closed the door quietly (our parents' room is right next door) and stood there.
"Look, Stacy, what has gotten into you? What's that note all about?"
"You know what it's about, or you wouldn't be here." I walked over to him in the bra and panties and trapped him against the door. "Yeah, you want me....or you wouldn't be here."
"Stace, look....you're very beautiful." He looked me up and down quickly. "VERY beautiful......but, uh, I'm your brother, and......He stopped because he felt a hand against his crotch. I began slowly stroking him through the fabric, and I could feel him rising. "You may not want me, but something does."
"Oh, Stace..." I slipped my arms around his neck and hugged him close, and he returned it. I whispered in his ear, "I knew you wanted me." I took his hand and led him to the bed. He turned me so that I was facing the bed, my back toward him, and stood there. Then I felt a hand at my back as he unhooked my bra. My firm, young breasts sprang free, and my nipples were erect. He reached around from behind and gave them a little pinch. I shivered. I turned back around and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his oh-so-muscular chest. I pulled down his silk boxers, and his cock bounced out. It had to be nine inches at the least.
The head was glistening with pre-cum. I realized that I hadn't kissed Steve, so I looked up and searched for his mouth in the dark. I found it. He slipped his tongue through my lips, probing my mouth with it. I returned the favor, twirling my tongue around his and sucking on it.
Steve pulled away after a while and laid me back on my bed. He slowly unfastened the garters and removed my panties. He moved up and kissed me for a moment, then kissed my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts, where he stayed for a while. He gently bit one nipple as he played with the other, and sucked both of them like he did our mother's 18 years ago. He was definitely a breast man. He moved down to my stomach, tracing my middle with his tongue. When he reached my pussy, he lightly blew on my mound so that it tickled. I giggled. He spread my lips, and I helped by spreading my legs wider. He lightly brushed my clitoris with his thumb, sending sensations up and down my spine. His index finger found its way to my hole and slowly moved in and out. I moaned with delight. Steve decided to replace his hand with his mouth. His hot breath against my cunt was a sign of things to come. He flicked my clitoris with his tongue, and then led a trail to my hole, soaking up my juices. I was enjoying every minute of it. His tongue darted in and out of my vagina, licking my insides clean. I grabbed his head and pushed him in deeper, and as my passions grew, I began bucking my hips off the bed, grinding my pussy into his face.
"Oh, Steve!" I yelled as quietly as I could, if that's possible. "Oh, God, I'm cumming! Oh!" My orgasm swept over me like a wildfire. It started in the depths of me and slowly spread to the point of ecstasy. Every touch after that moment sent me deeper, and Steve knew it, because he kept busy, slurping up all of the effects of my climax.
When he was done, he climbed in the bed and laid next to me. I turned him on his back and mounted him, my cunt pushing against his hard cock. He leaned up and kissed me, and I could taste all of my juices that he just lapped up from my pussy. I pulled away and worked my way down to that huge cock of his. It was so hard that it pointed straight up, and it was still getting harder by the minute, jerking as soon as I got near. A droplet of pre-cum escaped from Steve's urethra, and I quickly snapped it up with my tongue. I then moved to his thighs, kissing and nibbling at them, not at all neglecting his balls. I juggled one in my mouth as I played with the other, urged on by Steve's groans.
I finally went back to his manhood. I gripped his cock at the base, my small fist not even fitting around it. My mouth watered for the taste of his rod. I slowly devoured it, taking it in inch by inch until about half of it was in, the head pushing at the back of my throat. His thick cock, stretching my lips to the limits, throbbed and pulsated in my hot mouth. I let it out, releasing it just as slowly, until just the head remained between my lips. I then took his cock in and out very fast, my hand jerking him off in the process. He grabbed my head exactly as I had done, and forced my mouth down on his cock harder. More and more cum was running out, and finally Steve came, sending a stream of his sweet, salty cum down my throat.
I laid down next to Steve again, resting my head on his chest. "Do you think what we just did was really that bad, Steve?" He shook his head. "Who cares, anyway? It was good!" He rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head, and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. I could feel his organ growing again against my thigh. My pussy was twitching, and I knew that I wanted him in me.
"Alright, Steve," I said between kisses, "fuck me!" He obliged. I spread my legs and raised my knees to my chest so he would have easy access to my pussy.
He draped my legs over his shoulders so he could have it even easier. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my velvety soft vagina, stretching my hole around his thickness. He pushed on and on until I felt his balls against my ass.
Then I said, "Come on, big brother, fuck my brains out." Again, he obliged. I felt him pull all the way out and then jam it in all the way to the hilt, and I cried out with joy.
Steve thought I was hurt. "You okay?" I responded by bucking my hips off the bed and pushing his cock in further. He took this as a yes and began fucking me faster and harder. We developed a rhythm quickly, and Steve was ready to cum in minutes. I wouldn't let him, so we held still until the feeling passed. I turned him over so I could ride him. He laid back on the bed, smiling, and grabbed two handfuls of my ripe breasts. I placed my hand on his chest and began moving my hips up and down, lowering my wet pussy on his throbbing cock. He was ready to cum again, and again I wouldn't let him. I knew that when he finally came, it would be a great one. I continued to ride Steve until I was ready to cum.
"Steve, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhh!" He rubbed my clitoris, and my orgasm rippled around his cock. This was his signal, and like I said, his orgasm was huge.
"Oh, God, Stace! Uhhhhhhhhhh!" His cum scalded my insides for a full minute! I laid there on his chest after we experienced our orgasms, his cock still buried in me. It was the greatest feeling in the world, having my dear brother's fresh cum lining the insides of my pussy. It doesn't get any better than this. |
2,504 | Not Really An Erotic Story | "Oh Sis, I'm..."
"Don't cum in me, I could have a baby!"
I looked down at where most of my son's cock had vanished up inside his 12-year-old little sister's tight little slit. From the jerking of the fat rod, I knew the boy wouldn't be able to hold out, so I knew that I'd better act fast, before it was too late.
Hurriedly, I reached down and grabbed my son's hips, and pushed, as hard as I could! The last half-inch of my son's penis slid up inside his little sister. Diane's eyes widened in shock, as her big brother's cock stretched her uterus, and then popped inside her fertile young womb, as the 15-year-old boy began to cum. It was so exciting to watch my son impregnate his little sister. Spasm after spasm shook the boy's body, as he squirted gob after thick, sticky gob of his potent seed in his own little sister's unprotected young womb.
"Ungh. Unnngghhh!" grunted Jason. "Oh God, I'm cumming in you! Oh Diane!"
Diane whimpered a little, then suddenly seemed to decide to accept it. The little girl wrapped her arms and legs around her older brother, and pushed back. "Cum. Cum. Cum in me," she said. "C'mon big brother, knock your little sister up."
I watched closely, to be sure my son did it right, and left every drop of his incestuous sperm in his little sister's tight little belly where it belonged. He did. It wasn't until both children had finished their orgasms, and his cock could no longer remain erect, that he pulled out of the little girl.
I could see a thick white drop of sperm dripping off the end of the boy's penis as he withdrew, and shortly a matching drop started to ooze out of his sister's tight little crack. I knew my son had done it right, and had left a generous helping of his baby-making sperm in his little sister's cute little tummy. Hopefully, that same tummy would soon be swelling with her big brother's baby kicking inside. Well, if not, I'd see to it that Jason kept trying until it did. My wife was going to be so proud of our kids, when I told her.
I thought about our other two children, and wondered how long it would be, before Billy was old enough to father a child on HIS little sister, Suzy. After thinking about this a bit, I brightened with a new thought. Maybe Billy and Suzy weren't old enough to MAKE a baby yet, but that didn't mean they weren't old enough to practice. This thought was so exciting, I just knew I had to tell my wife. Since the whole Idea of mating Jason and Diane, so that Karen's baby would have a playmate to grow up with, had been hers, I was fairly sure she'd go for it. I could hardly wait, until she got home.
"The family that plays together, stays together." |
2,622 | Cargo Ship | "Now what is it?" sighed Lance.
"We are within range of the asteroid field, but have detected a cargo ship that seems to be adrift."
"Great, what the fuck do you want me to do about it?"
"The ship is transmitting a general distress call, and the captain appears to be female," reported the bridge duty officer.
"Ah, now that is different. Patch it through to my office."
"This is Lily, captain of the cargo freighter Pikoi. We have sustained heavy damage from a Riberzome attack. Communications are at minimal, life support is at minimal, and weapons are offline. We are requesting help from any friendly ship."
Lance answered the call with a smile. "This is your lucky day, Captain. Had we not been passing through this remote sector, you may have been adrift for a very long time. How did you get so far into uncharted space?"
"We were attacked with a new Riberzome weapon, and it somehow created a subspace wave that pushed us all the way here. It would take weeks to get back. We have limited engines," she replied.
"Oh, forgive me, my name is Lance, commander of this vessel. I would be happy to assist in repairs. In fact, we encountered a Riberzome battleship, and it tried to stop us, claiming restricted space. So it appears we share a common enemy." Lance's real intentions were, of course, insidious, but he wanted to extract information before killing this woman; now he knew what the Riberzomes were hiding, a new weapon.
"I would be very grateful for any assistance you can offer," spoke the attractive young captain. Lance engaged the sexy woman in pleasantries as he secretly scanned her ship. It had no transporters, and the weapons were completely inoperative, but the sensors were still functioning. He also detected a total of 42 crew members scattered among the craft's 6 decks.
"I will beam over a repair team immediately," said Lance as he instead beamed her into his office. Flabbergasted, she demanded an explanation. Saying nothing, Lance rendered her unconscious with a powerful slap to the back of the head and then quickly tied her up. Saving the bitch for later, he tossed her into the corner of his chamber like a piece of trash. Knowing for sure that the rest of the cargo vessel crew had detected the abduction of their precious captain, Lance decided to beam over and have some fun.Their bodies were immediately turned into steaming ashes as Lance's weapon broke down their atomic bonds.
He looked around and saw no one else, but just then someone came out of the ready room. He appeared to be the ship's first officer. Lance ran toward the person and grabbed him by the throat, picking him up off the ground. He just held him there as the poor guy asphyxiated. His head and face swelled, and his eyes glazed over as the life-bringing oxygen and blood was cut off from his brain. He died quickly, arms and legs flailing.
That pretty much took care of everyone on the dainty vessel. Even if anyone was still alive, Lance didn't feel like finding them. He sat in the captain's chair and attempted to access the main computer. It was locked out using a rather advanced encryption scheme. Lance attempted to override it with his neural interface but was unsuccessful. He accessed an unsecured system and pulled up the layout of the ship. He found the engine room; it was five decks down. So he left the bridge and quickly made his way there. The doors to the engine compartment opened, and a technician was inside trying to hide. Lance's heat sensors found him.
"You there, come out. I won't hurt you."
"You won't?" asked the dude.
"No, no. I'm here to help," said Lance, lying like a mother fucker.
The engineer came out of his hiding place and approached Lance.
"Just kidding!" said Lance as he grabbed the idiot by the throat. Lance then opened a plasma conduit and threw the guy into the energy stream. He screamed as his body was incinerated. Then Lance walked over to the plasma reactor core. It used a less sophisticated protection routine, and Lance easily bypassed it. He set the engines to overload, then contacted his vessel.
"Disengage the tractor beam. I've set the engines to overload. The plasma core will explode in approximately 2 minutes. Maintain minimum safe distance." With that, Lance beamed back to his bridge. Once he materialized, he glanced at the viewscreen.
"I said minimum safe distance, why are we not moving away?"
"Captain Mace, a subspace distortion field has appeared and is interrupting the sub-light drive. I can't back us off."
"That's a plasma core, it will destroy us! Use the emergency thrusters. Quickly!" said Lance.
"Thrusters on-line, yes, we are backing off now. 5000 meters, 10000, 20000, 35000......" said the ensign.
"There, that should do it. Have we cleared the distortion?"
"Yes, but the SLD suffered damage."
"Get a repair team on it at once. Ahh...there we are, watch this!" Lance said as he pointed to the viewscreen.
A flash of light emanated from the cargo ship, then it exploded violently, sending pieces of the hull in all directions. Then the whole thing vaporized as the plasma came into contact with the rest of the ship.
"That was cool...well, anyway, let's head into the asteroid field, we are nearly at our destination, and get that sub-light drive fixed."
"Aye sir," said Derti.
They resumed their course into the asteroid field, and Lance made his way to his quarters where the bound cargo captain lay in wait. |
2,015 | NEW AMMO | "Look, girl, you've got just two choices here. You can stop fighting and let me shoot you properly and neatly, or you can keep pissing me off and end up gut-shot and screaming. Now stop fucking around. You're the one who went and got herself sentenced to death, nobody else to blame but you."
The anger in his voice and the slap across her face finally quieted her down enough so he could finish securing her in place. She was naked, of course. Naked and tied to a horizontal pole that was placed at shoulder height. Her arms were spread out along it and were tied tightly to it. Rings in the floor held her feet still as she stood sobbing, head down and her long red hair falling over her face and smallish breasts. "Not such a bad little piece. Kind of sexy, too bad I've got to shoot her instead of just fucking her to death. Bet she'd be a good piece of ass."
With one last look, he walked away. "Should have read her history. Hell, I don't even know how old she is. Looks to be anywhere from fifteen to twenty or so. Wonder if she's a virgin?"
His mind's eye envisioned what she would look like as the new-style slug hit her. Thank God he was able to use a mount instead of having to hold the gun. This way, he wouldn't lose sight of her just as the bullet struck home. Otherwise, the recoil would deprive him of his favorite part of the job. He loved the split second when the living, breathing girl was transformed into a shattered ruin by his bullet. Soon, very soon.
The breech of the gun was open, waiting to be fed. The finger-sized round slid in, and he closed the bolt with a small snick. The laser sight came to life. Her downcast eyes noticed the bright red spot between her breasts, and once again, she started to scream and beg for her life. As he waited for her to quiet down, he thought about the new ammo he was using. Instead of being a hollow point or something like that, this stuff was supposed to be a lot better. It looked like a hollow point, but instead of being a solid piece that opened up, it was made of four separate parts. Four parts, with each piece connected to the other three by some kind of super-strong wire or strands. On impact, the parts would each move away from the others until the strands were tight. Then the pieces would continue through the body. But the wires were strong enough to slice through the soft organs like a cheese cutter. If it worked as well as promised, it would just destroy everything in its path.
She was tiring and slowly realizing that she was going to die. They always did, sooner or later. He waited, the safety off and the trigger release in his hand. He had time to wait for the second when she would stop and look up at him. It might take a few minutes, but she would. She would look him in the eye and just stand there, waiting. Waiting for the shot that would kill her.
"Come on, honey. Get over it. It's time, and you know it. There, now look at me, come on. Yes, such pretty green eyes. Are you ready? Time's up."
KABOOM! The new ammo exploded in the gun, launching the four-part slug on its way.
It was always odd how time seemed to change at this moment. It was as if he could watch in slow motion. For just a split second, he thought he could see everything as it happened. The burst of red as the hole appeared between the breasts. His mind saw the slug split, the wires spring tight, the flesh part as the wire slashed through like a sharp knife. Her heart and lungs sliced and diced and blasted. The great blood vessels parted. The splinters of bone adding their own destruction to the mess her chest was becoming. Then the wires dug into the spine. Not strong enough to cut the bone on the spine, they were more than enough to sever the cord before they broke and allowed the pieces to exit her back in a spray of blood and tissue.
The slender body was pushed back until the bindings on her ankles stopped her from going any further. It then recoiled toward him, and time resumed its normal pace. Deprived of blood and oxygen, her brain tried to live, but it was doomed. Somehow, she managed to lift her head just a bit. He hoped for one last look at those eyes and was rewarded. For an instant, they were joined. An instant he would always remember as one of the best things ever. An instant that held her last vision and her last thought.
Then it was over. She was just hanging from her bindings, no longer scared to die. Just hanging, waiting for the last indignity. He knew it was a wasted effort even as he did it, but it was part of the job. The sharp knife effortlessly opened her throat as he made sure she was dead. It then cut her bindings, and the thing that once had been a living girl fell to the blood-stained floor to be cleaned up with the rest of the mess. "Damn, that's some good shit. Made a hell of a mess."
-- Post Mortem Results On The First Use Of Tethered Slugs For Execution --
I am pleased to report that the tethered projectile has more than lived up to expectations. The first look report from the executioner was very favorable; he reported almost instant death with no blood flow following the severing of the neck arteries. He also noted indications of extreme energy transfer with the impact.
The post-mortem examination showed the following:
1. A single large entrance wound with evidence showing the separation of the four pieces upon impact.
2. Full separation within two inches of penetration.
3. Four wide wound channels from the separated sections.
4. The six tethers inflicted massive damage to whatever they encountered, for example, the heart was cut into five pieces, and the sections of the lungs within the area covered were excised neatly. There was also severe damage to the aortic arch and other blood vessels.
5. The tethers failed only upon impact with bone, but even then managed to sever the spinal cord before failing.
6. There were four large exit wounds in the back.
7. Secondary damage was noted from bone fragments typical of powerful slugs striking bone, in this case, the breastbone.
8. A large amount of pooled blood in the chest cavity.
9. Some indication of whip damage from the tethers as they failed.
It is concluded that the first report was correct in all aspects:
1. Death was almost instantaneous.
2. There was a large energy dump upon impact with the normal effects associated with such a dump.
3. The total damages from the tethered slug are noticeably greater than that of several normal rounds.
4. While the cost per round is several times greater with the tethered slug, it is felt the savings in labor and the reduction in weapons will more than cover the difference.
Recommendations:
1. The 12-gauge tethered slug be adopted as the standard load for executions by gunfire.
2. In view of the effectiveness of this ammo, the throat-cutting to ensure death should be used only in cases where the executioner has doubts about bullet placement or other factors that may have led to less than optimal results.
3. Further improvements in the tethers should be pursued, perhaps increasing the length or making them strong enough to overcome bones.
4. Notwithstanding recommendation #3, the development team is to be commended on a very nice piece of work. They have added a new capability to our arsenal. |
2,068 | The Execution of Kim Cho | "Kim Cho, you have been found guilty of the crime of drug smuggling. The law provides only one sentence for this crime, but allows me wide latitude in the way the sentence is carried out. Therefore, it is my judgment that you be taken from this court and transported to whatever place of execution the proper authorities deem proper, and there you be put to death by strangulation while naked. Such is the law, let it be enforced as soon as possible. May whatever god you worship have mercy upon you. Take her away."
With these words, Kim's doom was sealed. She was stripped before leaving the court and, wearing only chains, she was led out the front entrance of the building. The people in the street stared at the nude girl, and a few made comments supporting her sentence without knowing even what crime she had been found guilty of. A naked person in chains could only be a condemned criminal. Instead of being given a ride to wherever she was going to be killed, she was led staggering across the street to a small park. As a crowd gathered, she was seated in a low-backed wooden chair that was firmly staked to the ground.
Her arms were tightly bound to the arms of the chair, and her chains were removed. Tied as she was, the only thing Kim could do to salvage a small amount of modesty was to keep her legs firmly together and close her eyes. Somewhere, there was a rustle of paper. Then a loud voice-
"This person is named Kim Cho. She has been found guilty of the crime of drug smuggling. For this crime, she has been sentenced to death by strangulation. Now witness the carrying out of the sentence. See the results of committing such a crime and know that all who commit crimes will earn a similar fate."
Kim could feel all the eyes upon her. There was a sound behind her, steps. Then a cord was placed around her neck. She winced away from the deadly touch, but there was nowhere to go. However, instead of the killing pressure on her neck, there was more words and a wait. Whoever was speaking to the crowd was urging more people to stop and watch. It was quite a tableau - a young woman not even out of her teens, tied naked in a chair in the middle of a city park. She was good-looking, pretty even with small proud breasts, tiny waist, slender hips topping shapely legs. Then, all of a sudden, it was quiet.
At a signal she missed, the killing began. The cord was drawn tightly around her slim throat. The fight for life had started. Straining for any air at all, she was rewarded with small amounts of it. The pain was terrible, but she could still breathe. Forgotten was her concern over modesty. Her legs kicked and lifted her ass from the seat of the chair as she battled for her life. Those watching were getting one hell of a show. With the frantic movements of her legs, her pussy was being exposed to any who were in a place to see it. It was winking open and shut as her ass bounced in the chair. Her legs would pull her ass up and out, and then slam it back into the chair. The small tits heaved and shook with each try for air. Unable to scream in her agony, she instead gasped and gurgled. The man pulling on the cord was following his orders to make her suffer as much and as long as he could.
Blood dripped from her arms as the bonds cut into her flesh, restraining her. More blood leaked from her mouth and nose. She was dying and knew it. Still, she fought the inevitable, but she was weakening. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and the frantic movements slowed. Finally, she went limp, the cord had won. Now it was pulled tighter, forever closing her throat. She lost control of her bladder and bowels. Her body no longer had the firmness it had in life. Although her heart still beat, she was dead. Once more, the deadly cord was pulled still tighter and was then tied off to finish the killing. Those close to her could see the pulse in her neck as the blood tried to find a way to get past the closed-off vessels. Then it too slowed and stopped as the heart stopped beating and started just quivering as it too died.
The body was untied from the chair and left on the ground until darkness came. Left to the crowd with just a single bored guard watching over it. That night, she was taken away to be disposed of, just like so much garbage. |
2,140 | SIN diary | "Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession. My sins have been those of the flesh. I have felt sinful yearnings, I have let my brother touch those places that are supposed to be private, and I have touched myself in those same places in an effort to find pleasure."
"And did you find pleasure, my daughter? Were the touches the answer to your body's wants? Or do you still seek to fulfill them?"
"Oh Father, my body still cries out for things that I do not understand. Ever since my breasts have begun to fill and my periods have come, I am consumed by desires and needs that I cannot meet. What it wants is sinful, and I fear that I am helpless."
"Daughter, what you describe is normal in a girl your age. Your body is changing and preparing for the day when you will become a wife and mother. While answering these needs out of wedlock is a sin, there are ways to reduce the seriousness of the sin in God's eyes. If you truly cannot resist the desires, He will understand. He doesn't give us more than we can handle."
"What should I do, Father? I cannot stand much more or I will burst."
"Well, my child, there are things that you must not do. For instance, just what did you allow your brother to do to you? Let us discuss the things that you must avoid, and then maybe I can show you a safer path."
"Father, I let him touch my breasts, kiss them, and suck on them like a child. I let him touch my vulva, he tried to stick his finger in it but it hurt too much. He offered to kiss it and make it feel better, but I did not let him. Still, he rubbed it, and it did feel good. So good I didn't want him to stop, but we had to because Mom came home."
"Have you let any others touch you in this manner?"
"No, Father, I have not. But I have often wished for it and have done it to myself."
"And did it feel good when you did it?"
"Oh yes. Not as good as when he did it, but still better than nothing. I'm just left wanting more though, almost like there's more to be had and I want it."
"Listen to me now. Touching yourself in that manner is only a minor sin and easily forgiven, but letting your brother do such things to you is very serious. Indeed, it risks your very soul. I beg and order you not to allow such things again. Someday, when you are older and find your love, you may allow such behavior, and the church will forgive you if you do not wait for marriage, but never with your brother and never just for fun with one who doesn't love you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do, Father. But what do I do about these feelings that are driving me wild? I cannot sleep, I think about them at school, and the nuns have noticed that something is wrong, that my grades are falling. Father, I need help."
"Well, daughter, there are things that will help. Come to my quarters after school, and I will help you deal with your needs. I will show you a whole new world that will delight and amaze you. You will learn how to answer your young body's cravings. However, what I teach you must remain under the seal of the confessional for all time. You can never tell anybody of it. To do so will condemn you to hell for all time, so think carefully first."
"I must have relief, and I will do anything, Father. I will be there at three-thirty."
"Fine then. I will call your parents and let them know, and I'll give you a ride home after. Bless you, my daughter. I will not give you any penance for now because you have come to seek my help, and because God understands the needs of young girls. After all, He made them, and He, in His wisdom, has given His servants the means to meet them. His ways are wondrous. Go now, and I will see you later."
"Thank you, Father, I will." |
1,529 | Class Project | "Was it worth it, Young Man?" The judge stared down at me from his raised desk, his gaunt face reminding me of some of the monsters on the old Friday night creature features.
I knew what I had to do.
Lord knows, I'd had enough practice.
Just let my face go slack and slowly drop my head until I was looking at my toes. Fidget a little, scuff my right foot a couple times, then say "No, sir," letting my voice break a little between words.
* * *
It had been a pretty normal day. But then, almost nothing ever happens at Barkin Middle School.
Fifth period: my least favorite class, but also the one I looked forward to the most. It was enough to give me one of those split personalities they're always talking about on the crime shows.
It was my least favorite because it was reading.
I looked forward to it because it was my only class with Kimmy.
You see, Kimmy's a sixth grader. And reading is a sixth-grade class, but I'm in seventh. I know I have some trouble reading, but I still couldn't believe my parents and Mr. Ball, the principal, stuck me in this class.
Like usual, I waited till just before the bell rang, then slipped into the room. Chad was right behind me. It's worse for him. He's in eighth.
Mr. McCoy wasn't in the room yet, so as I got to Kimmy I stopped and kissed her. I would have given her thigh a squeeze--I usually do--but she was sitting in a desk chair that made that awkward.
DJ was in the desk next to her and giggled. She usually did. She stopped when Chad leaned down and kissed her.
Chad and I grinned at each other, then continued to the back of the room. At least there weren't enough desk chairs and we got to sit in regular seats.
The bell rang, and the eleven sixth graders, Chad, and I all tried to look like we wanted to be here.
Mr. McCoy still didn't come in.
He was usually late. He taught most of his classes in the high school. The middle school was at one end of the building and the high school at the other, separated by the main gymnasium. But he usually beat the bell.
"I'm sorry I'm late, I got stuck..." Timmy Gibler was saying as he walked in. "Nobody's here," he said, slipping into a desk in the front of the classroom.
I would have been insulted if I hadn't known he meant a teacher.
"Mr. McCoy's late again," Janice Rand said unnecessarily.
Timmy turned in his seat to look at Janice, who was sitting in front of me. "I saw Mr. McCoy going into the assembly with the high school. I figured we had a sub."
"Maybe they forgot about us," Bobby Reavers said.
"Maybe they did," Kimmy said with a huge grin. She got up and walked back to me. "Any idea how we can pass the time?" she said, standing over me.
"We could read our next chapter."
"Like that's going to happen." She sat across my legs and kissed me, hard.
"You just going to sit there and let me do all the work?" she asked when she broke away a minute later.
"Sounds good to me." Sometime during the kiss Chad had gained a lap ornament of his own, and his hand roamed DJ's ass as she planted kisses around his face.
I glanced at the door. Timmy had closed it when he came in. I figured we'd hear the knob and Kimmy could jump up in time. I kissed her, my hand going to the soft but firm mound over her heart.
"Get a room," Janice complained a minute later.
"Better yet, move to the front. I'm getting a crick in my neck," Mark Lester added.
I started to make a sarcastic comment about what Mark could do with his neck when Kimmy stood, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet. "Timmy, be a lookout," she said as she led me to the teacher's desk.
"Not me."
"Do a good job and I'll let you feel me up."
'Why the hell isn't someone that fast on the track team?' I thought as Timmy looked out the window. Like all the classrooms in the middle school, ours had a window about the size of a paperback book. The doors in the high school were solid wood, though I wasn't sure what the school meant by that.
"Clear."
Kimmy leaned me back against the desk, then molded herself to me. My hands found natural resting places on the cheeks of her ass. The denim of her jeans would have left a lot to my imagination if my memory didn't know her soft skin so well.
Our lookout was watching us more than the hall, but I figured, what the hell? At most, if I got caught, I'd get suspended a couple of days for making out. Mom would have a cow, but Dad would give me an attaboy when he thought she wasn't listening.
I became aware of heavy breathing, and from the corner of my eye I saw that Chad and DJ had joined us. Then Kimmy's hand moved between our bodies and cupped the crotch of my jeans. Damn! I was getting a hand job in class in the middle of the day. I love school.
Kimmy's fingers found my zipper and started pulling it down.
In the back of my mind I knew I should worry about something, but Kimmy's hand wormed into my fly, wrapped around the big guy through my underwear, and squeezed. I had trouble thinking.
Kimmy's tongue slipped from my mouth, and she glanced at our lookout.
Timmy blushed, then looked out the window. "Clear. Hall's empty."
Kimmy kissed my chin, then my Adam's apple. Her hand released the Big Guy. She kissed the top of my chest. Her hand wormed back out of my jeans. I realized that Kimmy was getting smaller, but couldn't remember why that was significant.
Kimmy was kissing the top of my stomach, teasing it with her tongue. I didn't even remember her unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands were fumbling with my belt and the snap of my jeans. I tried to think. There was a reason I should stop her, but I couldn't remember why. Next to me, I could see Chad's tongue as it moved in DJ's mouth.
Kimmy licked my belly button as her hand plunged into both the top of my pants and my underwear. One cupped my balls while the other encircled the Big Guy. I moaned and someone giggled.
I knew that was an important clue, someone giggling, but then Kimmy dropped to her knees, pulling my jeans and underwear down with her. I could feel her warm breath on my cock and the Big Guy, freed of its confinement, stood up straight and proud.
For several seconds we stayed like that, Kimmy just breathing on my rod. She knew I loved that. Then her tongue flashed out and teased my pisshole. "Oh, God," I groaned, looking down at her. She smiled up at me, then her mouth engulfed the Big Guy.
"Fuck yes." I looked next to me. Chad was pushing DJ down to her knees. DJ wasn't as aggressive as Kimmy, but she got the idea and was working his fly.
I grinned and enjoyed the sensations that were building in my cock.
"Go, Kimmy, go!"
Hailey's shout brought me back to the real world. I looked around. Twenty eyes stared at us. Timmy had his cock out and was stroking it. The other five guys in class were rubbing themselves through their pants. I noticed that Hailey's hand was busy under her short skirt, then I exploded.
I'd been stroking the back of Kimmy's head, but now I reached back for the edge of the desk to steady myself as rope after rope of hot cum pumped out of my balls and down Kimmy's throat.
"Oh, God." I didn't know who said it, or even if it was a boy or a girl.
Kimmy sucked my shrinking cock as she pulled her head back and released it. "My turn," she said huskily as she stood and reached for her own zipper.
I couldn't believe it as she pushed her jeans and my favorite pair of candy cane panties down her legs, exposing herself to the whole class. I mean, I had an excuse. By the time her hand was on my cock, I didn't have a working brain cell in my head.
She pulled me forward until I was standing upright again, then pushed me down to my knees.
What the hell? I'd just gotten a blow job. How many more days can they suspend me for muff diving? I pressed my face forward into her pussy, my tongue pushing past her lips as soon as it made contact.
Chad had grabbed DJ's ears and was pulling her forward as he came in her mouth.I'm not an exhibitionist or anything, but the idea of all those eyes watching excited me as I ran my tongue the length of her slit. I felt Kimmy shudder. I knew how much she loved the feeling of a tongue.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk..."
I pulled back and looked for the source of the interruption. Hailey was bucking in her chair, the front of her skirt fluttering as her hand moved faster and faster. My cock hardened as I watched, then Kimmy pulled me back to her crotch. I kissed her several times and then stood, turning her so that she leaned against the desk. My cock had come back to full attention, and I leaned forward, kissing her and guiding it into her tight wet pussy.
"He's in her!"
I always liked Janice. She had a talent for stating the obvious.
I drove forward, hard. I knew I wouldn't last and wanted to get Kimmy off quickly. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, deeper and deeper. I thrust again and again, forgetting all about our audience, about school, about everything. There was just my cock and her cunt.
I felt the explosion building.
"I'm close," she whispered, and I willed myself to hold on, to last until she was over the edge.
I thrust again, the desk rocking under my assault.
"Yeah. I'm... I'm..."
I never learned what she was 'cause I exploded. The feelings from my cock blotted out everything.
It must have been a couple of minutes when I realized that Hailey and the girl next to her, Felicia, were clapping.
Oh fuck! I'd just gotten it on with Kimmy right in front of the whole class, and somebody could have come in any time. Especially with Timmy, our world-class lookout who was watching us with a stupid grin on his face, a limp dick in his hand and a small pool of cream at his feet.
I pulled up my underwear, then my jeans and fastened my belt. Then I dressed Kimmy. She was a little wobbly, but she always was after a good orgasm. As I fastened her jeans, she whispered, "You and me after school, stud."
I grinned and nodded.
"Maybe DJ too. Chad's got basketball."
My cock jerked, even after two cums. The thought of Kimmy and her best friend together.
I guided Kimmy back to her desk, not looking anyone in the eye. Except Hailey. Her, I'd have to get to know better.
DJ was already back in her desk, and as I sat down in the back, Chad and Timmy seemed to realize they were standing in front of the class with their dicks hanging out. Both of them stuffed their goodies back in their pants, and Timmy wiped the pool of cum with his shoe. They were heading back toward their desks when the bell rang.
I breathed a sigh of relief. We'd gotten away with it.
Too bad this wasn't sex ed. I could have gotten extra credit for a class project.
I thought we were free and clear. But Bobby Reavers told his big brother about it. He told his friends, and within a day, the story was all over school. I kept expecting the P.A. to come alive and summon me to Mr. Ball's office. But when the sheriff walked into reading three days later, I couldn't believe it. He ordered me to stand, then quoted me my rights just like on Law and Order while he fastened handcuffs behind my back. He did the same to Chad, Kimmy, and DJ. Even Timmy, something about being an accomplice.
"Wellll?" the judge prompted, impatiently.
I looked him straight in the eye and grinned. "Hell, yes. |
1,619 | Third Grade Guest Speaker | "Okay, class. We have a guest speaker today from the PMA. That's the Pediatrics Medical Association. He's here to talk to you about safety. I want you all to pay close attention to what he says, that means you too, Gerrold!
"This is very important! He's going to talk to you all about what to do if a stranger tries to grab you. Do everything he tells you. It could save your life!"
A short, balding man with glasses and a white lab coat steps up and introduces himself. "Thank you, Miss Nelson. Hello, children."
A chorus of hellos.
"My name is Dr. Wiener." Some chuckles. Miss Nelson gives them a stern look, and they sit up straight.
"Thank you, Miss Nelson, but I'll be fine. I do this quite a lot.
"Now, children, what I want to talk with you today about is very serious and very grown-up. So I need you all to be very strong today.
"We are going to talk about adults and bad touching. I'm sure some of you have already been told what to do if a stranger approaches you to do something you're not supposed to, right? Let's see a show of hands.
"Okay, that's some of you. I want you to pay attention anyway because I'm going to go into more detail. First of all, we are going to talk about what is inappropriate touching. Does anybody know what I mean by inappropriate touching?
"Yes? The pretty blonde in the blue sundress? What is your name first? Stephany? Okay, what can you tell me."Wiener jumps out the window and is chased by the janitor.
"I don't think he was a real doctor," Miss Nelson said.
-END |
1,717 | Christmas Presents | "I'm fine, Lenore." Joseph stared out at the snowy day, the heaps of snow on either side of the newly plowed road, and listened to his sister try to guilt him into coming to her house for Christmas. "I'll close down early, maybe stop by later."
"Love you too, little sister." Joseph rolled his eyes. She was a good kid, but by trying so hard to make him feel better, it just reminded him that he should be feeling sad. "Love you too, bye."
He swept the already clean floor of the Gas 'n' Go. It was not a bad day, actually. Three customers, no robberies. Not too bad for Christmas. Maxine had liked having the shop open on holidays, lots of free time for them to...
The customer, huddled in her overcoat for warmth, was looking about furtively. 'So let her drive off,' thought Joseph irritably. 'Merry Christmas, lady.' He hadn't had many drive-offs. Most of the locals knew him, and most of the tourists wouldn't care about the cost of a fill up. Of course, this lady, with her beat-up car and out-of-state tags, wasn't local and probably not a tourist.
The lady didn't drive off when she was done. Instead, she put the pump away and walked, slanted against the wind, to the store. Joseph noticed her shoes were not shoes, but thongs, 'flip-flops' as he knew them. Just looking at them made his feet cold.
"Merry Christmas!" Joseph said, with some semblance of merriness.
"Same to you," the lady replied, almost shyly. She hesitated in front of the counter.
"12.60 on pump 4?"
"Yes, well," the lady began. Joseph could see she was becoming more uneasy by the moment. He wished she'd just driven off. 'I'm really not in the mood for a Christmas-special sob story,' he thought.
The lady finally steeled up her courage. "I don't really have any money. Rather than just leaving without paying, I wanted to see if I could barter something for this tank of gas." To Joseph's amazement, she removed her wedding band, a healthy chunk of gold, and put it on the counter. "This is pure gold," she said quickly. "My h - my ex-husband paid over $100 for our wedding bands. I'm sure you could pawn it for more than the cost of your gas."
"Put your ring away, lady," Joseph said irritably. "Just get out of here and don't worry about it."
"Please." The lady was close to tears. "I don't want charity, and I won't be needing this any more."
"Give me your purse," the store clerk said gently. 'Why are you even carrying a purse if you have no money,' he thought.
She handed the purse to Joseph. Managing to smile, he opened it, dropped in the ring, and gave it back. "Don't worry about it. Have a Merry Christmas."
"That's nice of you, sir."
"Have a good day."
But instead of leaving, the lady took off her coat and lay it on the counter, next to her purse. Then she walked around to his side of the counter. "Wh-what? What are you--" Joseph stammered. He reached to hit the alarm, but stopped when the lady knelt in front of him.
"This year has been hell, and most of it caused by men," the lady said. "You've been the first man to be nice, truly nice to me in as long as I can remember."
"Look, it's ok." Joseph reached out to the lady, tried to pick her up. "You'll be alright."
But instead of rising, the lady stubbornly knelt in front of him. Joseph was nonplussed when she undid his belt. "I know it's going to be alright," she said, "But you've given me a nicer present than you realize." She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. "Now I want to give you a present."
"You, you--" Joseph tried to think of what to say to defuse this situation. "You don't have to do this," he said lamely.
"I know, Joseph," she said. "That's what a present means."
The lady pulled down his pants and underwear. Joseph might not have known what to do, but his penis did. It was already becoming erect. She stroked it, gently awakening it to its full 6-inch glory. Then she slipped it into her mouth. His penis throbbed in response to the touch of her tongue, the warm wetness of her mouth. Joseph gasped as she sucked the whole of his member into her mouth.
The lady let his penis slip out of her mouth and, looking up into his eyes, she licked it, up one side and down the other, like a lollipop. This she did a couple of times, her eyes smiling mischievously in response to his shocked expression. Then she turned her full attention to his penis, sucking it into her mouth, letting it slip back out, massaging it with both hands and her tongue. Then when it swelled in preparation for coming, she slipped his member back all the way into her mouth, sucking hard.
Joseph's whole body shuddered as he came in the lady's mouth. He gasped repeatedly for air as she sucked harder, not letting go until after his penis stopped throbbing in orgasm.
Then she stood, walking back around the counter, leaving Joseph standing there, his jeans still around his ankles, his penis wet and shiny from her ministrations. As she put her coat on, Joseph said impulsively, "I was just about to close and go to my sister's house for dinner. Would you care to join me."
"I don't know you or them," the lady smiled. "And you don't even know my name."
"It would give us a chance to know each other better," Joseph said hopefully. "That is, if you'd like to."
"You're a good man, Joseph." The lady leaned forward, pulled Joseph toward herself and kissed him. "I'd very much like to get to know you better." |
2,304 | Vignette | "Judy, you remember the white stuff that Daddy squirted earlier?"
"Uhuh. Ooof! Unh, that feels good. It sure made a mess, until you had me swallow it."
"In a minute, Daddy's going to squirt that white stuff up inside you."
"Will I feel it?"
"Probably not, but you'll probably feel slicker inside, and Daddy's cock will slide in and out a little easier."
"Is that all? Oooh Daddy, that feels good. Do that again. EEEeek. Thanks Daddy."
"You're welcome."
"So how will I know when Daddy is squirting in me?"
"Daddy will probably stop sliding his penis in and out, and push it all the way up inside you and hold it there, while he squirts."
"Is that all?"
"Well, when he does, I want you to push back and try to squeeze as hard as you can, so Daddy can put as much of that white stuff as far up inside you as he can."
"OK. When will... Oh. Oh Daddy! Oh, that feels good. O Daddy, don't stop. Do it Daddy. Unh. Oh. Oooohh. Ooh, that felt good."
"It feels good to Daddy too."
"Did I do it right? It feels like there's a whole lot of that stuff up inside me."
"You did just fine, Honey. You made your daddy feel real good."
"It made me feel good too. Can we do this some more?"
"We'll see."
"HEY! What about me? Can't I do it?"
"You're a little young yet, Honey."
"I'm not THAT young. Terry says she's been getting her big brother to squirt HIS white stuff in HER vagina, for over two years now, and she's a lot younger than I am."
"Terry? Your cousin?"
"Uhuh. Terry says her big brother doesn't feel as good as when her daddy does it, but her father's only been able to get inside her for about a year." |
3,774 | Passing | "Mmm. Pretty titties."
Theresa turned suddenly, jolted by the voice from behind. Three men sat on a green park bench, their backs turned, their heads moving in slow synchronization as they watched a woman approach. Theresa rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the book in her lap.
"Excellent complexion," spoke another voice in a controlled whisper, "healthy tan, slight curves. Probably a runner from the tone of her legs."
"Look at those legs," said the first man, rather excited. "Imagine those mams wrapped around your waist. I do believe she needs a ride on Mr. Johnson." He chuckled lewdly.
"Hair's a tad dark, and I think her breasts are a little flat. I like a perkier bosom."
"Fuck, Ed, all they need's a good suck. I'd make those boobies percolate."
"Nice top, but I don't like the shorts. No hug."
"No way, Ed. You can't tell me you care about her clothes. The whole idea is to get them off anyway."
"The clothes she picked out to wear tells me things about her. It all goes into the calculation, Brian. She's wearing shorts, better than pants, less than a skirt, conservative cut which subtracts from her tendency to let loose, running shoes, ankle socks with a little pink ball at the back. I think she has an athletic bra on, which would account for the flattened breasts."
"I'd fuck her silly."
"Eight point three," Ed said with an air of finality.
"Fuck."
"Tight-assed bitch," said the third man. "Look at that shit. All she thinks about is her fucking body. You can't talk to a woman like that unless you want to converse about shin splints and the high you get from torturing yourself for twenty miles."
"I don't want to talk to her," said Brian. "I just want to fuck her."
"All right, you've got a point Richard. Take her down to a seven point nine."
"Shit. Do yourself a favor and let her run that little butt away."
Theresa shook her head, unable to continue reading. She leaned back to feel the blaze of the sun warm her face. The leaves beyond the slope of hillside rustled with flickers of green silver.
"Out!" screamed the high-pitched voice of a child.
"No way!" retorted another child. Theresa smiled and stole another glance at the three men on the bench. The young one, Brian she supposed, pushed a lock of his sandy-colored hair away from his face, drawing Theresa's attention to his forehead, gleaming beneath a receding hairline. Theresa smirked.
"By a mile!" squealed an angry child.
Theresa noticed a handsome man coming down the path, tall and lean with a full head of dark curls cascading down to his broad shoulders. She sighed as he turned off the black asphalt and sat down to lean against the thick trunk of an old oak. Theresa stared as the young man unzipped his blue satchel and withdrew a thick volume.
"Do overs!"
"No way!"
"Wow," said Brian. Theresa turned to see. A small woman with huge breasts came bouncing over the crest of the hill. "Momma."
"Too big," said Ed.
"No such thing," said Brian. "Tell me you don't dream of sucking titties like hers. Squeeze them together and titty-fuck the girl."
"Ugh," said Richard. "She's a whiner."
"I knew this one chick, Missy, with big bazooms like those and she loved having her titties fucked. Pointy nips. She always wanted me to shoot my wad on her face. Big eyes."
"Six six."
"With an ass like that?"
"Six five."
"Ed, look at that ass. I'll bet she's a wicked witch in the sack."
"And I'll bet you've got a little dick," said Theresa under her breath.
"She could be my ex-wife's sister," said Richard, disgusted. "Big hairy snatch and no imagination."
"You're twisted, man," said Brian. Theresa smiled, considering the understatement.
"We pick Tad," said a child on the field below.
"Kristen," said another.
"Terry."
"Chris." Giggles erupted into rollicking laughter.
Theresa watched the man beneath the oak as he turned a page of his book, wondering what he was reading. The book was cloth-bound, no dust cover, just a pale blue volume with a glimmer of gold embossing. Theresa felt her nipples tighten, deciding the book was probably fiction, hoping against spies or adventure. Horror would be all right, although she preferred something with a vampire. Maybe something classic, rich with allusion and poetry. Theresa stretched her lean legs out, tickling her bare thighs with the thick carpet of grass. A warmth flowed between her legs, watching him read.
"Mommacita," said Brian.
"Beautiful, beautiful skirt. Look at those hips gyrate."
"She is fucking hot. I can smell that pussy from here. I'll bet she's not wearing panties."
"You're dreaming."
"I'm telling you. No bra, either. Look at that jiggle."
"She's a slut," said Richard.
"My favorite flavor," said Brian.
"Nine point two."
"Twelve point twelve, with a bullet," countered Brian.
"She could be prettier," said Ed. "Her face, I mean."
"You don't fuck a face," said Brian. "I do, but you don't." Brian fell off the bench, laughing. "Your wife still won't give you a blowjob?"
"Like Mags is going to change."
"That marriage would be over, if I were you."
"Yeah, well, there's more to it than getting your dick licked."
"I don't know," said Brian, sitting in the dirt, tossing up dust clouds with his hand. "Living with a chick is hard enough."
"Harder than you know," said Richard.
"Shit," said Brian. "You just need a woman who knows how to satisfy. The rest is words and sleeping."
"Right," said Richard. "I'll ask you about that in ten years, boy."
"I'd die smiling after ten years of that twat."
"After your ten minutes of love, she'd be off looking for another guy and you'd be snoozing in dreamland."
"Shit."
"Ha!" said Richard.
"Michael's on our team," said a child in the field.
"Then we get Jerry."
"I'm not playing on Cindy's team."
"Who wants you?"
"You know what I like," said Richard. "A woman who can just hang, you know, spend some lazy time doing nothing, like this. The women in this city are all looking for something. I've got to get out of this up-tight place."
"I'm going to LA," said Brian. "This fall, a buddy of mine is moving down there and I'm going to stay with him and find a job."
"Worse," said Richard.
"Wait," said Ed. "What about that one?"
"Where?" asked Brian.
"There," said Ed, nodding toward the south. Theresa watched as another woman came into view.
"You're kidding me," said Brian.
"Oh well," said Ed. "She looked good for a moment."
"You guys are so full of shit," said Richard. "Like you can tell anything about a woman half a mile away."
"The whole package includes the wrapper," said Brian, "and if she doesn't fire my afterburners, what's the fucking point?"
"What is the fucking point?" asked Richard.
"Hell if I know," said Brian, "but I have to get my rocks off."
"Don't get married," said Ed. "Seven three."
"Shit," said Brian. "Don't marry Mags, you mean."
"I'm telling you. But don't mind me. You'll find out."
"I know better," said Brian. "You just have to score the right babe."
"No such thing," said Richard. "I knew one I thought was right, but then she married an accountant and moved to Jersey."
"Bitch."
"Andy was fine."
"Accountant? Head for numbers, eh?" Brian laughed hard. "Giving head for numbers," he sputtered.
"Yeah, yeah. I got stupid when she dumped me and I married Jackie on the rebound."
"Did she give head?" asked Brian.
"Nope. I wouldn't let her. Nasty woman."
"You were stupid."
"We all are."
Theresa picked up her purse and dusted a few blades of grass from the red pattern embossed on the back of her thighs. She shook her head as she glanced at the men on the bench and started up the slow incline of the hill. The children below laughed happily as they kicked a red rubber ball over the dusty diamond. Theresa took slow steps toward the oak tree. Nervousness spread through her breast as she tried to feel casual. She tried to talk herself out of continuing, but something pushed her forward.
"No way!"
"It was out of bounds!"
"You're out!"
"No way!"
"Excuse me," Theresa said as she drew near the handsome man. He didn't even look up. "Excuse me," she repeated. Sultry blue eyes finally glared at her, seemingly annoyed by her intrusion.
"Hmm?"
"Do you have the time?"
"No," he said abruptly, frowning and looking back at his book.
"Oh," said Theresa, blushing deeply. "Sorry." He said nothing.
Theresa made her way back to the asphalt path and deliberately walked toward the bench. "What does he know?" she asked herself. "Stiff." The three men sat quietly, watching her.Theresa looked at the soft, bubbling clouds above the distant horizon, avoiding the eyes fixed on her approach. A few crude terms drifted softly through the breeze, and Theresa felt herself smile. Richard sat stiff and cocked his head sideways. Ed, a large man, his white oxford clinging to the sweaty bulge of his male breasts, seemed to be turning numbers through his head. Brian almost drooled, talking obscenely. Theresa felt each step as she walked past the three judges.
"What pretty titties."
"Nine point seven."
"Almost," said Richard. "Almost worth the heartache."
"Fuck them all," Theresa said with a smile, strutting proudly. "Fuck them all." |
3,778 | Dogged | "Kevin!"
My eyes opened reluctantly. I tried to read the red glow of my clock. Someone banged on the door, downstairs.
"You bastard!" It sounded as if the woman was hitting the door with a crowbar. I found my glasses and winced as I realized what time it was. "Fucking asshole," she screamed. I pulled on a pair of shorts and went to the window.
"Kevin!" she screamed in a long wail that betrayed both fury and pain. "Kevin!" I pushed the window open.
"Hey," I called down. "Kevin's not here."
"I'll fucking kill him," she shouted. I didn't recognize Debbie at first. She had always been really quiet, when she came by the house with Kevin. It's funny how different people can sound when they're drunk and mad. When she stepped away from the door to shoot her anger at my window, there was no mistaking the bright flame of her hair and her soft pretty face. I've said it before; Kevin gets girls he doesn't deserve. Nevertheless, I was a little glad when I recognized the raving lunatic as Debbie.
"Hey, Debbie," I said, emphasizing my weariness. "Come back on Monday. You can get in line to kill him then."
"I fucking will! The fucker left me waiting all fucking night." Then Debbie screamed and stumbled on the step down from the porch. A light came on at the house across the street.
"Great," I said to myself. Miss Blanche would have had the police here in about three minutes, once she realized it was our house causing the trouble. "Debbie," I called down in a hushed voice. "I'll be down in a second. Just keep cool."
"Kevin," she moaned out loudly. I stubbed my toe on the leg of my desk as I tried to get to the front door.
"Fuck," I muttered, hopping down the stairs as I rubbed my injured foot. I could deal with Debbie. I didn't want cops dropping by at two thirty in the morning. I unlocked the door and Debbie fell in, collapsing onto the linoleum.
"Oh, Brian," she said as I helped her stand up. "I'm sorry about this. He's really not here?"
"He flew out this morning. Business, I think."
"Liar," she said sharply, her gaze suddenly fierce.
"I . . . ," I started, shrinking back from the accusation.
"No," said Debbie, sounding sorry again. She walked into the living room and sat down on the tweed sofa with a sigh. Her black skirt rode high as she slid lower, exposing a generous view of her white satin panties. I coughed and went into the kitchen to start some coffee. "Kevin's my problem," she said. "I won't make you rat on your brother."
"Hell, he's been my problem longer than he's been yours. I gave up protecting him a long time ago. He told me it was business, but he'd lie to me just as quick as he'd lie to you. He's a real dog."
"I know he's with that bitch, Sherry." Something told me she was right, but it didn't matter. If Kevin wasn't with Sherry, it only meant he was dogging some other girl. Picking one of his women for jealous rage would seriously miss the point. As far as I could tell, Kevin didn't care about any of them. All he wanted to do was shoot and score. The smell of brewing coffee made me nauseous.
"You want some coffee?" I asked.
"How about some wine?" Debbie replied sleepily. I turned off the coffee maker and pulled a bottle of Chablis from the fridge. All our glasses were dirty, so I poured two coffee mugs of the purple wine.
"You can sleep here," I said, handing her the mug. "I'm not going to let you drive if you drink that." Debbie smiled.
"Brian," she said seductively, holding the cup up to knock mine. "You dog."
"Runs in the family, I guess."
"One of you is adopted," Debbie said. "Or you took the good genes and left Kevin the bad ones."
"Kevin's just like Dad," I said.
"Figures," Debbie said. "My father . . ."
'The thing I don't get is, you're a bright girl, beautiful too."
"Brian," she purred. I took a drink of wine to steel my nerves.
"You know Kevin's a dog. He's lied to you a million times . . ."
"Really?" asked Debbie. Her tone was angry, but her body seemed to have something else in mind. I could clearly see the puff of an aroused pussy creasing her immodest panties. Hints of stiff nipples appeared in the cotton blouse she wore.
"Why do you put up with his shit?" I asked abruptly.
"He's so sweet when he talks. Even when I know he's lying, I want to believe him and so I just do. Then, when he goes too far and I decide to ignore him or hit him or whatever I do, he turns up the charm and it's like a lullaby, and the madness goes away and then he fucks the rage out of me. He's like a drug. I know it's killing me, but, goddammit, give me another hit."
As Debbie spoke, she rubbed her pussy gently. All I was wearing was a pair of nylon shorts and my prick quickly threatened to pop into view. I tried to adjust myself as I sat on the easy chair, but with every brush of my fingers, my cock leapt higher. Linda, the closest thing I had to a girlfriend at that point, had been out of town for two months. I was hurting to get laid and Debbie was sticking needles in my wound.
"Forget him," I said after clearing my throat. "You deserve better than my little brother is ever going to give you."
"Yeah," Debbie said, her voice low. Her right hand still fiddled with the fabric between her thighs. "What about you?" she asked.
"I'd just use you and make you miserable. It runs in the family. I'm twice the dog he is."
"I don't believe you," Debbie said in a whisper. Her eyes were closed. I sat quietly, nursing my mug of wine, daring myself to stand up. Sexual hunger was making my heart pound like the timpani in a bad orchestra. Debbie's fingers stopped their small circles, and rested quietly on the crest of her barely shrouded secrets. I stared, imagining, unable to help myself.
"Can I get you a blanket?" I finally asked. Debbie didn't answer. I thought about getting up, but instead I fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but it was still dark when I awoke. Debbie was sucking on my dick. I lifted my hips to push myself deeper into her warm throat and then I opened my eyes. Her tongue tickled my stiffness as she slipped rhythmically from bottom to top and back again. Waves of pleasure poured over me. I wove my fingers through her thick mane, letting my hands follow the bob of her head, up and down.
"Debbie?" I suddenly asked, realizing by pieces what was happening.
"Mmmm," she moaned, still playing my flute.
"Wicked girl," I chastised her lovingly. She tickled my balls and then pushed my cock deep. "Are you sure?" Debbie halted the wet suckle.
"Don't you want me?" she asked, coyly. She sank my sensitive prick back into her moist mouth.
"Yeah," I said slowly. "I just. . ." All at once, Debbie stopped. She stepped back into the soft beam of moonlight streaming through the front window. I tried to catch my breath while I resisted the urge to leap up and take her. Debbie peeled off her tight blouse. Her tits bounced as she let her shirt fall. My cock throbbed with a carnivore's hunger at the sight of her big liquid breasts. "Wow," I said. Debbie smiled and unzipped her skirt. The black cloth hit the floor in a puddle.
"You're just going to fuck me," she said. "That's all I want from you." I nodded my head, mesmerized by the shadowy vision of her naked body. "Please," she said. "I just want you to fuck me."
"Okay," I said, at a complete loss for words. Debbie came over and took hold of my hard-on.
"Promise?" she asked.
"Yes," I said as she guided me into the hot pit of her cunt.
"Good," she said, thrusting hard against my pelvis, driving me deep inside. "I was so angry," Debbie said, her titties bouncing steadily. "I have to fuck." I squeezed her full round ass. "Your dickhead brother taught me this." She bit her lip and pinched a nipple hard.
"So beautiful," I said, trying to hold my excitement while I watched her ride me.
"Call me your fuck bitch," she said.
"Fuck bitch," I said softly.
"I'm your fuck bitch," she said, anger raging in her voice. My cock shot straight into her.
"Fuck bitch!" I screamed. Debbie shuddered wildly at my thrust, as though an electric shock had taken hold of her cunt and she flailed in the ripping current. I went mad. I came hard but wouldn't stop fucking, driving hard to keep my cock fueled. Debbie whimpered, collapsed in tremors of ecstasy, but I turned her over and started pounding her hard from behind.I slapped her white bottom as I fucked her, called her my slut and my hot fucking cunt. Debbie screamed in rages of passion until I wondered if the cops wouldn't be showing up soon. Finally, I pulled my hammer free and spent a thick load in her mouth. My memories of the scene are vague, but that's what I remember, anyway.
When I woke up again, the sun shone brightly. Debbie still lay wrapped around me. I kissed her cheek and pulled myself free. She hardly stirred. I pulled on my shorts and started a new pot of coffee.
"Oh, God," she groaned as I set the table for breakfast.
"Good morning, Debbie," I said. "Want some coffee?"
"Oh, wow," she said as she looked for her clothes. "Yeah, I guess so."
"I was getting ready to make omelets, but I have grapefruit or bagels or cereal, if you prefer."
"You're so sweet," she said, pulling on her panties. "I can't believe you."
"And you're beautiful," I said, bringing her a mug of steaming coffee.
"No," Debbie said with a blush, pushing her straggled mane of hair away from her face. "You don't have to do this," she said, sitting at the table. She took a sip. "I mean, I didn't mean to...."
"Look. I know we didn't plan this, but I've had a crush on you for a long while, Debbie," I confessed. "After last night, I'm going to do my best to keep you. If you don't mind my trying."
"Brian," she said sweetly. I blushed and sat next to her. Her bright green eyes opened wide as she looked at me, and then she leaned forward to kiss me. A sultry smile spoke volumes of encouragement, and my heart skipped a beat. I tickled her thigh absentmindedly. "But what about Kevin?" she asked.
"I'm kicking him out. He's behind in his rent anyway. Besides, there are always girls trying to bust down the door and kill him. I don't need anymore of that. He can go live with Mom. She's used to that shit."
"But you said you only wanted to use me," said Debbie with a smirk.
"I lied," I said. "I can't help it. Runs in the family. And I have to warn you; I'll probably lie again."
"You dog," she said, rubbing the crease in her panties. "God help me, but I do love it when you lie to me."
"Well, I'll never be faithful," I said as I took her in my arms. "And there is no way I'm ever going to love you."
"Now don't make me mad," she said, pulling me closer. "You bad, bad dog." |
3,795 | RAPIST'S LAMENT (No explicit sex) | "She screamed when I took her. A terrible sound. But I didn't care. God, what a body she had! She tempted me with it, flaunted it in front of my eyes. Well, I had to take her. I had to! But her screaming!"
He looked at the speaker, a bald-headed, misshapen form of manhood. He knew the type by heart — a loser. He'd always been surrounded by losers. This wretch hadn't stopped babbling since they brought him in, early that day.
"She pleaded with me. 'No, don't, please! You're hurting me!' Well, how did she think I felt all those times she'd parade in front of me in her skimpy underthings. Taunting me! No, it was too late for pleas of mercy. I was too wound up. I had to have her! But I hadn't counted on the screaming. God, I didn't know she could scream so much! There she goes again! Asking me to stop! Tell her I can't stop, will you? I did stop. I didn't mean it. Honest. If I knew it would end this way, I wouldn't have let it start."
"She lorded it over me, you know. She knew what her sexy walk was doing to me, bending in front of me and showing me her tight little ass in the silk panties. Daring me to touch, to feel. Day after day, until it became too much. I couldn't take any more. Jesus, I got so annoyed that I took her. Took her by force! I had to teach her, you see. You do understand?"
His head was reeling. This conversation kept going around and around in his head. The justification for the action. The talking, talking, talking giving him a splitting headache. But the drone kept on and on and on — steady and endless, on and on.
"If only she hadn't tried to scratch my eyes out. That's what she did. I had her down. I could feel her silky breasts on my chest, I could taste her hot breath on my mouth and then she tried to scratch me! That's when I got mad. That's when I decided to fix her. Fix her but good!"
It can't be happening, he thought. It is just a dream. Close your eyes and it will go away. But no, there it is. A singular drone that slices through the mind's barrier. That drone again. Steady as a clock ... on and on ... endless. Please! Somebody, turn it off! Please!
"I hit her hard. That's what I did. And I took her panty hose — you tired or something? I mean, you have your eyes closed — yeah, well, I took her panty hose and ripped it in two and tied her hands behind her with one half. She struggled but I sort of liked it, the feel of her soft body against mine. It made me more determined to have her. I tore off what was left of her dress. She was naked now but still fighting me. She was screaming, calling me bad names. But I kept doing what I had to do. I was on fire now. I couldn't stop. But when I entered her, she started pleading with me to stop. Screaming at me to stop. Like she is doing now! Tell her I have stopped! Tell her. Tell her I was afraid her screaming would get us in trouble, that's why I put the other part of the panty hose around her neck. I told her to be quiet but her mouth kept spewing out sounds like a siren, calling for help. I tightened it around her skinny neck — amazing that such a small neck could hold such a large voice box."
Oh God, won't somebody turn off the talking? he asked. Steady talking now for — let's see — Oh God, it seemed like forever. And still his voice droned on and on. Steady as clockwork: on and on. Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! he shrieked.
But he could not break the droning.
"She kept screaming even though her eyes began bugging and her face turned purple. She was flopping around and I was riding her and I couldn't stop myself. I felt the explosion coming. Then, she slumped over and was still. Peace! Peace at last, I thought. But then she started screaming again. Even after she was gone and they brought me here, her screaming continued. Like now. Please, somebody, make her stop!"
Then give me peace, his soul begged as the sound crashed against his ears as the pounding seas crash against the rocks.
"But she won't stop screaming. Even now I still hear her. She keeps asking, 'Why did you do that to me?' As if she didn't remember all the temptations she put in my path. She knew. She knows so please tell her to shut up."
His eyes focused on the wretched being facing him. My God! He could be taken for my twin, he thought. And still the drone kept on and on. Not making sense now, though never making sense, yet going on and on and on. Steady as a clock, Almost like a water torture: drip, drip, drip. Only this was an endless babbling in his ears, throbbing in his temples until his whole body ached with the pain.
"I thought death would stop her but no. She kept on. Her mouth refused to stop, I can see it now. I can hear it now! And out the words tumble, one after another, accusing me. I didn't mean to kill her! Do you hear me? I didn't mean to kill her. I only wanted to love her. I told them that, but they wouldn't listen to me. They hear her screaming and accusing me. That's who they hear. They won't listen to me.
"Poor me! Here I am, not even able to get away from her voice. If I stop talking, know what happens? She starts. On and on she'll go. Accusing me. That's why I can't stop talking."
Oh, God, why me? Why must I bear the burden of this man's guilt? Spare me the details! Turn off his voice. Please, please stop, I can't stand any more. Please stop. Please! Please! Please!
I'll kill him if someone doesn't stop him. Stop! Stop! Stop!
"Here she is again. She's threatening. Stop talking. I didn't do it. Don't accuse me. Listen to me! Stop, stop, I implore you to stop. Stop mouth! Shut up mouth! I'll kill you, mouth! Mouth! Mouth!"
Silence — what was it like? What is it like to sink into the deep depths of your mind, where only your own peaceful thoughts can penetrate? Desist, foul mouth, with your senseless babble. Yes, that's right, be firm, Stop it now. Silence! Quiet! But the voice interrupted and droned on and on.
"I can't stand it any more. I'm going crazy, Talk, talk, talk. I can't take it any more. Shut her mouth. Please stop her talking. I order you to stop talking!"
It's got to stop, he agreed, looking at the man's throat, pale under a red face but soft and inviting. I'll kill him, he thought. Wrap this shirt around his neck.
Ah, there is peace, coming slowly in the darkness ... quietness is settling over the room.
At last, real peace.
The doctor looked down at the body, before they wheeled it away. The forty-year-old man looked at rest now. He had been brought in for questioning in the rape-murder of his wife's stepdaughter. He denied killing the voluptuous woman.
So they left him here in the interview room by himself. He had been looking at himself in the mirror when he must have taken off his shirt and strangled himself, the doctor thought as they took the body away. |
4,286 | "Withering Rod of Eridu" [Part Two] | "You see," said Tara after I finished reading the scroll aloud. "I told you it would be an adventure of sorts."
"And, quite possibly, a dangerous one, too," I retorted. "Based on past experience, I always hesitate when an 'unknown evil' is indicated. I never know what I'm getting into, and it's usually worse than what was first imagined. But---it is an adventure, nonetheless."
"Then, shouldn't we be on our way?" asked Tara.
I chuckled at her. "Looking like that?"
She was still in a naked state.
She laughed back. "That would certainly draw attention to us, wouldn't it?"
"While you dress," I continued, "I shall talk with my sister, let her know where we're going. Then I'll say my good-byes to the rest of my own family, and the members of my newly-related family-in-law. I should be ready to depart by mid-day."
Tara nodded in agreement. "Shall I obtain supplies for us?"
"Enough rations for two days," I answered as I took some coins from my bag and tossed them to her. She caught them. "Barring any unforeseen circumstances, that's how long it should take us to get to Eridu."
Tara bowed her head slightly. "Yes, Mage."
I was about to tell her not to be so formal since we'd so recently shared such an intimate moment, but I quickly changed my mind. It is still good for the young to respect their elders in spite of relationships.
Precisely as I had said, mid-day found Tara and me on the road to Eridu.
I'd never been to the Keep before so I didn't know what to expect other than what I'd been told by my sister---that those who dwelt there were mainly soldiers and mercenaries under the employ of Preet, king of Shallamar. They protected the border between Arpakshad and Elam, patrolling up and down the River Ganga which ran from the Elburz Mountains in the north, east-southeast past the Rajasthan Desert to empty into the Sea of Salacia just off the Coromandel Coast.
"Where are you from?" asked Tara as we made our way along the dusty road which led through the Forest of Andhra.
"I was born in Javan---part of the Isles of the Gentiles---but spent most of the years of my childhood in Asshur. When an army of black warriors under the command of Chief Mapigano swept up from Kush to invade my adopted country---killing my parents in the process---I escaped east and arrived at Chambal. Here I came under the tutelage of the Council of Wizards, particularly Ramesh Magus, from whom I learned many things of a magical nature."
"And the art of lovemaking...?" prodded Tara.
"Ah---that's another story entirely," I replied as I attempted to evade her inquiry.
She touched my arm gently, squeezed with her fingers. "Tell it to me, I pray you, Mage Solomon. I have heard so many tales of your sexual prowess, and your amazing staff, but none which sound like the Truth."
I pursed my lips. It had been so long since the awakening of my Bliss that I wondered if I could remember the details as accurately as I thought I did. "Very well, I shall tell you the Truth, if you wish..." |
4,374 | Irina | "He seemed even weaker today," Irina said. I followed her into the dark apartment and closed the door behind me. Thunder rumbled outside.
"He did," I said. Irina walked to the window and looked out at the night, the wind, the coming storm, facing away from me as she unbuttoned her blouse. We were using, as we had been for weeks, a small apartment only a block from the Palace, kept by the Ministry of Culture, ostensibly for artists visiting the capital. Neutral ground.
She turned away from the window, slipped her blouse down her arms, and hung it over a chair. Without meeting my eyes, she reached behind herself and undid her brassiere. Her breasts were full and heavy, with wide brown nipples and dark beauty spots. She slipped off her shoes and pushed them under the chair, side by side. Then she unzipped her skirt.
The air was dense with thunder and impending rain; I felt torpid, barely able to move. I shrugged out of my coat and hung it on the hook by the door. Irina had taken off her skirt and panties and put them on the chair. Now she was sitting on the bed, rolling her stockings down her legs. The hair between her thighs was dense and black and tangled; her skin was pale. She looked up at me and frowned. "And what are you waiting for?" I shook myself, quickly removed the rest of my clothing as she lay back on the bed.
Naked, I lay down beside her and took her breasts in my hands as I always did. She sighed and closed her eyes. I sucked on her nipples, one after the other, and my hands roamed over her bare body. She spread her legs, and her hip rubbed against my swelling penis. When I cupped my palm between her thighs and pushed my fingers into her flesh, she grunted and bucked against me. Her hand groped down my stomach.
"He will be dead soon," she said, her voice husky. She guided me up and onto her, in between her legs. "He will," I agreed, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her sides, grinding my pelvis into hers. She moaned.
"And then we will be enemies," she said, her hands on my hips. I thrust forward, pushing into her. She made a deep guttural sound and opened herself wider, her heels against my buttocks. A crash of thunder shook the building, and a torrent of rain clattered suddenly against the window. We moved together on the bed, breathing heavily, our hips moving mechanically. "We will," I agreed.
She groaned again and put her arms around me, drawing my body heavily down onto her as I thrust between her legs. Our mouths came together awkwardly. I reached one hand down and slid it under her. My palm full of the thick moist flesh of her buttock, I thrust harder and more deeply, and she began to moan rhythmically. At the end, she arched her body and shouted, her fingernails raking my back.
Afterward, we lay on the sticky sheets, her head on my chest, like lovers. The rain came down steadily outside. "We've been comfortable for so long," she said.
I ran my hand down her back. "There are better things than comfort."
Her lips closed over my right nipple, and I felt her teeth. "You are right," she said. "Of course you are right."
He died, in fact, two days later.
The next three weeks were calm, at least on the surface. Publicly, the Government and the Party united in a show of mourning and respect for our late leader. Speeches were made, foreign diplomats received, some selected prisoners released. In private, all principals moved slowly, retesting the borders of their influence, finding themselves evenly matched, as expected, almost everywhere. Caution prevailed.
That Thursday afternoon, we learned that the Ministry of Justice had reserved a time slot for an evening television broadcast. Inexplicably, I was unable to determine its content beforehand. It seemed that Irina had decided to make the opening move, and that I would know its nature at the same time as the sweeper in the street, the whore by her lightpost. I sat before the idiot eye of the television in the Party's capital mansion, a handful of political officers smoking in the darkness behind me, a fresh Japanese woman in a red dress on the sofa beside me. As the broadcast came on, I stroked her stockinged knee, pushed open the high slit in her dress.
The head on the screen was not Irina herself, but one of her senior ministers. The words it spoke were not entirely surprising. The Government announced that, to its regret, it was forced to decertify and prosecute a certain branch of the Party in Oxala Province, because of disturbing incidents that had been discovered by the police. The Government was certain that the Party would cooperate fully in the investigation. No details were given, but the head talked for some time. Sucking my lower lip, I stroked the smooth skin of the woman beside me, drawing her leg into my lap. The weight of her limb felt good against me.
The Party would, I decided, cooperate fully. It had been clever of Irina to begin in Oxala. It presented us certain difficulties. But these difficulties had not been entirely unanticipated. I called a few instructions to those in the dark behind me, my fingers pressing the delicate skin behind the knee I held in my lap. Then I dismissed the men and put my hand behind her head, releasing her leg. Anticipating me, she bent her head down to my waist and unzipped my pants. Her fingers on my penis were gentle and delicate, her mouth warm. I sighed and lay back.
When Irina began to widen the scandal, as she would, she would discover some of the price of our cooperation. I imagined her frown when a key magistrate suddenly resigned, when one of her close assistants made certain revelations to the media. I felt her nipple again in my mouth, my body pushing in between her legs, her flesh hot beneath me. The Japanese woman's head bobbed faster in my lap, and I thrust up against her. She grunted, swallowing with practiced ease. I sent her away and reached for the telephone.
Long after midnight, the situation well in control, I logged onto a personal account, one not in my own name. There was one piece of mail. It was from Irina, encrypted and signed with a keypair that only she and I had known. I opened it. There was no text, only an image. I sat in the dark room, looking at the glowing screen, for a long minute.
The image was of Irina herself, naked, sitting on the edge of a bed with her feet on the floor splayed wide apart, her legs spread. Her hands were between her thighs, her fingers opening her labia, her body bent toward the camera, her breasts hanging down in front of her stomach, her hair over her face. Even in the grainy image on the screen, I could see the soft glistening structures within her vulva. It was an astoundingly wanton image, and it held my eyes. I wondered who had taken it, if he had been allowed in her bed afterwards. Irina never hesitated to use her body for political ends, and in the Government, and I feared even the Party, there were many men whose judgement could be clouded by the thought of her sex.
I considered for a moment whether the image could be useful to me politically. But it was too obvious, too blunt. I could never prove it was not a forgery. It might BE a forgery, for that matter, although I was sure it was not. I printed a copy of the image, and filed it, still encrypted, on the computer. I propped the printout on the table beside the bed, and lay down, thinking of the weight of Irina's flesh in my hands.
I had wondered for a moment if I should reply, how I should reply; but now I realized that with this image she had said everything that needed to be said between us. That night, I dreamed of her, naked and open and hot, her hands touching herself, separated from me by a screen of cold glass. |
4,402 | Home Cooking (A very short story) | "Bye, darling! Bye!" Melanie waved her husband off to work, just as she did every morning. She closed the front door and sat in the lounge, staring out of the window into their back garden. It was Jason's 30th birthday today, and she wanted him to have a real surprise waiting for him when he returned home.
Melanie walked over to the window and looked at the new barbecue combi oven Jason had built. Ever since they had joined the local "Dolcett Circle" and seen the excellent artwork and stories of this maestro of the cookout, she had fantasized about being cooked and eaten, and she knew Jason wanted to sink his teeth into her soft flesh for real. Just thinking about it was making her wet.
For several months, they had discussed making their fantasies a reality, but Jason had never really pushed the idea, and Melanie had let the matter drop. After a couple of months of not mentioning it, Jason, completely out of the blue, built the oven. Melanie knew it wouldn't be long before her firm, sexy body was sizzling meat. With this in mind, she had decided that if she were destined for the pot, she would cook herself for Jason on his birthday.
Melanie went to the kitchen and began preparing the stuffing. She grinned as she made the mixture; she was going to make sure she enjoyed stuffing herself, that was for sure. Melanie stripped naked and cleaned herself out, back and front, then sprayed cooking oil into her pussy and ass. She lay on the kitchen table and, using the blunt end of one of her dildos, began stuffing her pussy.
"Ooooooo! Yea!"
The warm, gooey mixture was pushed deep into Melanie's belly; she could feel its warmth glowing inside her. The heavily ribbed dildo was rubbing against her clit; every fresh handful of stuffing was rammed home harder than the last. Melanie could feel the stuffing pushing at the entrance to her womb. She picked up the next blob of stuffing and pushed it in hard.
"Eeeeeeeee!"
She felt herself open, and the mixture squirt onto the lining of her womb. It felt so good. She pushed more stuffing into her pussy, watching as her stomach expanded as she filled herself to the brim. The dildo, slick with stuffing and pussy juice, slid in and out of her wet cunt.
"Oooooo! This feels so good. Nnnnnnnghgh"
"I'm Cumming! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming! Urrrrrrghgh!"
Melanie's body shuddered as her orgasm rippled through her. As she gradually got her breath back, the one thought on her mind was "now to stuff my ass."
A small groan fell from Melanie's lips as the first handful of stuffing entered her bowels. Slowly, her insides were filled, and what was left in the bowl, she ate, washing it down with glasses of wine.
Feeling more than a little bloated and in need of a good shit, Melanie waddled into the garden. She opened the oven door and checked the baking tray was ready. A selection of vegetables lined the edge of the tray, ready for the meat to be added. She checked the automatic timer and temperature controls, picking up a bottle of cooking oil and pouring half into the tray, smearing her body with the rest. Her hands glided over her nice, firm breasts, pulling her nipples as they went. Her fingers slid easily into her pussy and ass, and she was soon smearing her body with a mixture of oil, stuffing, and pussy juice. When Melanie felt her own juices begin to trickle down her leg, she swallowed hard and climbed into the oven.
The cool oil felt good against her skin, and her nipples hardened at the thought of her skin roasting, cracking, and her own juices basting her succulent meat. Melanie reached out of the oven and pressed the auto button; the door closed with a mechanical click as the child safety lock sealed her fate.
The oven's fans began to hum as hot air blew over Melanie's delicious body. Melanie began to get wet as the heat in her pussy competed with the heat of the oven. The heat, it was so, so hot. Her first sensation was of tightness as her skin shrank slightly, the pressure on her nipples felt good.
"Mmmmmmm!"
Melanie was getting hot, really hot!
The oil had started to bubble, and she felt the back of her body start to gently fry; she felt the muscle of her anus begin to cook.
"Nnnnnnnngh! I'm gonna cum!"
Her skin was pulling tighter all over her body. As her clit split open, her orgasm ripped through her, her body jerked, and hot oil splashed over her skin, making a delicious sizzling noise.
Just before Melanie died, she managed to lift her head, and in the light coming in through the glass door, she saw her breasts all golden brown, ready to eat. One final pleasure was hers when she watched her right nipple burst open and her breast juice run over her roasting tits.
When Jason arrived home, he was greeted by the smell of something burning. He followed his nose into the garden, where thin wisps of smoke drifted from the oven. Quickly, he switched it off and, with a sense of unease, opened the oven door. He looked down at the burnt, charred remains of his once beautiful wife. He shook his head in disbelief.
"I don't know why I married that girl? She never could cook!" |
2,387 | But Daddy! | "I'm going to cum in a second," I warned my little girl. The child's wide-eyed astonishment, each time she found out that she really COULD take her own father's swollen prick all the way up inside her cervix, just made my daughter's tight little snatch clamp down that much harder around my swollen prick. The sight of my engorged penis vanishing into the first-grader's body, making her tummy swell with each stroke inside her, was enough to make a eunuch squirt sperm.
"But Daddy!" she objected. "You're not supposed to cum in me."
"Why not?" I asked reasonably, sliding out a little until my prick popped out of her uterus, then sliding all the way back in until the tip was pressing against the back wall of the little six-year-old's womb. The thought of filling my own little girl's womb with incestuous seed almost made me let the child have it inside her right then. The pressure of my penis swelling inside her body made my daughter look wide-eyed with surprise again.
"Because I could have a BABY," the little girl complained, still working back at me to seat her father's prick all the way up in her body, explaining to me about sex and babies as if I had never heard of such an idea.
"You're only six years old," I reminded my daughter.
"But my period was just last week," whimpered the little girl, squeezing on my prick as she reminded me forcefully of just WHY my wife had me start the child's sex-education so early.
"So... Do you want me to pull out?" I questioned. I knew better. MY daughter by now was as addicted to sex as I was.
"No, but.... Please?" I guess the little girl couldn't quite make up her mind.
"Well?" I almost taunted her. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, Daddy.... I.... OOOOOHHHHH!" My cute, sexy little daughter's already tight vagina suddenly went into squeezing cramps around my overstimulated prick.
It was too late. "Here it comes," I told her. "Daddy's squirting his cum in his little girl. Feel it, Honey? Daddy's squirting his thick gooey sperm right up in his daughter's womb, so his little girl can have a little sister of her own. OK?"
And I did it. With great heaves and gushes, I jerked and spasmed three or four thick white gobs of cum, just teeming with millions of my incestuous sperm, right into the middle of my young daughter's waiting womb. Each thick squirt rushing through my prick and into my little girl's body just seemed to make the child's belly swell, as if you could actually SEE each squirt pushing her tummy out from the inside. God, did that feel good!
My daughter seemed to think so too, fighting back at me with her tight little tunnel milking each precious drop of my seed into the depths of her body where it belonged. Still...
"Daddy," the little girl finally objected (just a little) when it was all over and my daughter's tiny little womb was completely swamped with her own father's potent seed, "you REALLY weren't supposed to cum in me, you know. I could be pregnant right now. I'm not supposed to have my own father's baby, you know."
"I know," I responded, somewhat shamefaced. Still...
"Will you let me do it inside you again, next time?" I asked, hopefully.
My daughter once again gave me that wide-eyed look of surprise and innocence, thinking it over before shrugging. "Well... OK, I guess," the little girl replied shyly. "If you really want to." |
2,393 | Girl Scout Baby-Sitting Services | "But I don't HAVE a baby that needs babysitting!"
"Don't worry... WE supply that too."
"Uh... I'm not sure I want girls bringing over other people's kids."
"Oh, don't be silly! Part of the 'babysitting' service we Scouts provide is having you 'sit a baby' in the Girl Scout who comes over to 'sit' for you. No problem, see."
"Uh... But I already... Uh... My wife will...."
"Here... Let's give you just a TINY sample of the 'services' we're going to offer for a VERY reasonable price. You won't even have to take out a second mortgage."
"But I... Uh... Oh God...."
<Slurp, slurp, slurp.>
"Marie! Don't suck the slob off. SIT on him."
"But he... Oh damn, you're right. Here... get that thing in... UH!... Oh God, he's even bigger than Daddy. Shit. It feels like it's coming out my throat. Uh... huh... huh... huh."
"Careful. You don't want him cumming in you before he signs the babysitting contract."
"Oh God... I'm gonna...."
"Uh, uh, uhn, uh! No you don't! We don't provide babysitting services until you sign! Marie... You'd better get off now."
"But he's... Yes, Scout Cynthia."
"Now you be a GOOD little parent, and sign right here."
"But I'm NOT a parent."
"Don't worry... You WILL be, before the contract is up."
"There... Now let's be going, Marie."
"But... But... But what about my...."
"Oh... THAT. Your regularly scheduled babysitter will be over to supply the 'services' contracted for, at the specified time. Surely you don't expect one of US to do such a nasty thing? Goodbye, Mr. Jones; and thanks for your business."
"But I... But we... But I was just gonna...."
<Click!>
<Groan!> |
2,398 | Jacking off in your little sister | "Mike, did you remember to jack off in your little sister this morning?"
"Yes, Mom."
"BOTH of them?"
"Aw, Geez. Mom, I just blew my load in Cindy. Do I have to do Jenny too?"
"Mike, you know better than that. Jenny's period is in about two weeks, and your father and I don't want her missing her chance. Besides, it's time she helped out by having some of the babies around here, instead of having me and your Aunt Marie do all the chores... and that means that we expect you to do your part too. So get back in that room, and don't come out until your little sister's womb is full of cum, OK?"
"Yes, Mom."
"And don't try to sound like it's such a big chore... I know you like feeling your little sister's tight little slit sucking the sperm out of your prick up into her tummy just as much as she does... if not more."
"Aw, Geez, Mom... but Jenny's only 10 years old."
"Ten years old, or 25, your little sister has been having periods now for almost a year... she's definitely old enough to breed. Or do you want me to have your father do it? I thought you LIKED fucking the little kid... you've been doing it since she was five."
"Never mind, Mom. I'll do it. I just don't like the thought of hurting her by getting her pregnant when she's so little."
"You should have thought of THAT, the first time you squirted baby-making sperm in your little sister's tummy back when she was five. Now get busy."
"Yes, Mom."
"Good. I'll expect you to have both of your sisters pregnant before Christmas. Either that, or I'll have your father help out. Do you want that?"
"No, Mom... I'll do it."
"See to it... and Jenny?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Make sure your big brother does it right when he jacks off in you. And when he's finished, I want you to lay there for at least half an hour before getting up to let your big brother's sperm soak in properly, OK?"
"But, Mom, I'm hungry!"
"You do what I said. I'll keep your food hot until you get out... but if you rush the job, you won't get ANY breakfast, you hear?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Now Mike, you take your sister in the other room and jack off in her right this time. I want you to sperm your little sister's womb real good at least once before you leave for school for the next week. If you hurry, you'll have time for breakfast too; so hurry up."
"Yes, Mom."
"Geez, the things you have to do to get kids to do their chores today. <Sigh> I swear it wasn't so difficult to get you to jack off in me, when Mom had you knock me up for the first time."
<Snicker> "No, it never was."
"C'mere, Little Brother, let's go peek in on our kids, see how they're doing, and maybe get a little baby-making practice in ourselves."
"I thought from now on that you were going to leave the baby-making to Mike and his two little sisters."
"Like hell I am. I just want their help. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop having kids myself. Or do you want me to get Daddy to do the job again?"
"No... I'll do it. You always WERE the boss when it came to sex, weren't you, Janet?"
"And always will be too. And don't you forget it."
"Yes, Dear."
"C'mon... if we hurry, we can watch while our son squirts his sperm right up inside Jenny's tight little baby-hole, and plants a baby in his own little sister's cute little tummy at the same time as you jack-off in me, and plant yet another kid or two in mine."
"OoooooOhhHH!"
"I knew that would get you." |
4,136 | Jungle Ecstasy | "JUNGLE ECSTASY"
CHAPTER 1
Loukee woke up before her husband and their children. It was still way before dawn. The moon shone bright and clear. She went out of the hut and faced the moon, filling her lungs with fresh nightly air.
From the jungle surrounding the little village, she could hear screams from small animals, falling prey to some of the night's quiet hunters.
The only thing covering Loukee's body was a small piece of soft skin, hanging from her hips. Her full breasts heaved slowly as she breathed. She was still a very beautiful woman, despite the fact that she had given birth to six children, of whom three were now fully grown. The light-brown skin was still smooth, the body mature but at the same time firm and pretty. Some grey hair and a few wrinkles around her eyes and mouth didn't stop the boys or men from admiring her at a distance.
She knew it, and was proud of it. Her husband, Mannee, still desired her. Every night when she wasn't restrained, he came to her, warm and powerful. He knew how to satisfy a woman, and he took his time.
Mannee excited her with his mouth, almost driving her crazy with that rough tongue, then he mounted her, manly and without any mercy.
Sometimes the kids heard them, and giggled quietly in the dark, bemused by their mother's panting, that they couldn't understand.
Loukee grabbed a knife and went over to one of the bamboo-cages. Without making any sound, she opened the door to the cage and gripped the fattest hen. She held it firmly around the thin neck and closed the door without waking up the others.
With softly swinging hips, she went down to the river. At the riverbank, she squatted and severed the terrified bird's head from its body. The blood pumped out of the slit throat and stained the ground by her feet.
She hummed while plucking the hen. Afterwards, she washed her hands in the cold river water.
Even though she had not heard a single sound, she could feel his presence. Loukee pretended not to notice and continued washing her arms and her face.
Excited by the quiet game, she undressed and stepped into the stream. With spread legs, luring and tempting, she started washing her groin. Thoroughly, she cleaned her ass and her sex.
She did it without any hurry, just to tease him even more. She caressed herself between the thighs for a short while, then she turned around and faced him.
Mannee was standing naked on the bank. His face had a bestial expression. The long, thick cock pointed to the moon, bent like a giant banana, with the swelling and bare head shining in the moonlight.
They didn't speak. Loukee approached him, with her eyes resting on his manhood. She knelt and kissed it.
He let her lick and kiss it for a while. Her pink tongue ran up and down the thick shaft. She tickled the head with quick movements with the tip of the tongue and squeezed his large balls.
He knew from her smile that she enjoyed making him wait. The saliva made his swollen fruit shimmer in the bright moonlight. It ran down the cock in small streams and fell dripping to the ground.
Mannee groaned and led himself into her warm and wet mouth. Loukee didn't object. The raw, masculine flavor aroused her. She swallowed him, like a snake swallows a mouse. Inch by inch, the gigantic penis worked its way into her gap.
Mannee shivered as he vanished down her throat. Her teeth scraped him lightly and increased the sensual pleasure. When her lips had worked their way all the way in to his groin, he thought to himself that his fruit must be very close to her heart.
She sucked with the mouth, with the throat, and Mannee could swear that she sucked with the whole of her body. When he could not hold himself back any longer, he pulled his slippery cock out of her mouth, her throat, out of the inside of her body, slowly... very slowly.
He laid her down and pinned her to the ground, to the moisture. Mannee penetrated his woman and started fucking her with slow and strong movements. She welcomed him with a delighted sigh.
The thick manhood pierced her moistening red rose continuously. When it was time to pull out, Loukee threw her legs around his hips and whispered:
"Let it come, beloved..."
And they came together, Loukee panting, Mannee quietly groaning. The warm sperm filled her pulsating cunt, and she spoke his name with a trembling voice.
They laid there for a long time, caressing each other, as the sun rose on the sky. They heard the voices and sounds from the drowsy village in a distance.
Loukee and Mannee got up. She picked up the dead hen. It was time to cook breakfast.
CHAPTER 2
Hee held her breath, placed an arrow in her bow and waited. A flock of pigs, four grown and three babies, closed in on the watercourse. She smiled to herself. "Uncautious pigs", she thought. Like shooting at a tied down prey.
"If only my older sisters were here... Then we could kill two of the big, fat pigs, and have food for a long time."
On her own, she would only be able to drag one of the babies home. She estimated the distance to twenty-five steps, with a light contrary wind, and released the arrow.
It was a careless shot. The arrow hit too high, just below the backbone. The little pig fell screaming and deadly wounded to the ground. Hee rose and started yelling. The other pigs fled in panic into the thick vegetation.
She ran down to the stricken prey, that laid on the side with the blood pumping out of the wound, kicking wildly in despair and pain. She untied her small leather clothing, to prevent it from getting bloody, threw it away, and sat down naked on the little pig.
With practiced skill, she jerked the arrow out of its flesh and let it fall to the ground. The weight of her body almost choked her prey, that struggled for its life.
The sensation of the fighting body, with its rough skin rubbing against her cunt, sent hot and sexy waves through her young and slender body. She sat like that until the giant wave came, and rinsed away the tension that the long hunting trip had built up.
After the orgasm had faded, she killed the pig by burying her knife into its heart.
For a long, long while, she laid on her back in the grass, watching the sky, satisfied and happy. Then she went down to the water.
The dry blood was all over her body. The hair between her legs were fluffy and looked a bit thicker now, she thought. Soon she would be a real woman.
During the period since the last monsoon, her body had changed in many ways. Her sex had matured, from a childish-looking pussy to a grown woman's cunt. Her tits had grown into a pair of delicious-looking mango fruits. Her older sisters had stopped teasing her about what they used to call "two mosquito-bites between the shoulders".
She let the cold, fresh water clean her skin, and washed herself between the legs. Her mother kept telling her that no man would want to make love to a woman who tastes and smells bad "down there".
Hee tried to imagine what it would be like, if a man tasted her sex. Sure, she and her girl friends had played and satisfied each other plenty of times, and she had been tasted before. But it had to be a lot different with a strong, indomitable young man. She was sure about that. |
4,282 | Skirt | "I'm so tired of winter," Laura said to herself, rubbing a red fleece jacket between thumb and finger. A wry smile tickled her face as she let a warm spring thought pass by. Laura turned slightly and pushed her way between two overstuffed racks of blouses to reach a thick ring of hanging slacks. Pushing hard on the loops of stiff wire, Laura opened a short space and began flipping the thin strips of black, grey, blue, and tan past her hand, continuing her constant hunt for something.
She lifted a pair of pants, royal blue cotton size eight, and then held it beside her hips. Laura hooked the hanger over her finger and resumed flipping dexterously through the garments. Another pair made the transition to her finger, and then another. Laura sighed, wondering if she shouldn't have gone to look at furniture instead. "I don't really need pants," she thought.
A flip of brown tweed revealed a black skirt, out of place. Laura pulled back the fabric to check the size and then lifted the skirt. "Isn't that cute," she thought and then frowned. "Where could I wear it?" She held it to her waist. "Short," she smiled, "with my blue silk blouse and some dark stockings." Laura's face grew serious, and she looked around. "About five years ago, maybe." She imagined feeling the heat of Tom's glare as he ridiculed her for trying to act younger than she was and started to put the skirt back. "Honestly, Laura," she said to herself, "he's never done that." She hooked the skirt's hanger onto her finger and looked around the clothed walls to find the fitting room.
Weaving her way between overstuffed racks, Laura finally reached the back corner of the department and looked around for some guidance. Walking past a large mound of unfolded clothes and a box overflowing with clear plastic hangers, she pulled the knob of a white slatted door. Laura stepped into the empty square space and tossed her purse and shopping bag on an upholstered box bench. Hanging up her goods, she closed the door.
A large mirror filled the wall. Laura smiled at her reflection as she took off her coat and hung it beside the pants and black skirt. "I still look good," she thought, turning her hips slightly to study the feminine curves of her body. Watching herself, Laura unbuckled the small brass buckle and unclasped her pants. The beige fabric slid down her thighs and fell into folds at her feet. Lifting up the slacks with her toe, Laura folded and then laid them over her purse. She took another glance at herself in the mirror as she loosened the hug of her cream lace panties. Laura smiled, shyly.
"Come here," she heard a younger woman say in a deliberate but hushed voice. Laura looked back at the still closed door. "C'mon," the girl said, slightly exasperated. Laura looked up to realize the walls ended at about eight feet, leaving four more between the cubicle top and the ceiling. Laura reached for the royal blue pants and began to step into them. Another door clicked shut.
"Sit down," the girl said. Laura closed the waist of the pants and turned to see her bottom in the mirror. "C'mon," said the voice from behind the glass. Laura stroked the fabric down the back of her thigh. The pants hung shapelessly.
"Am I going to get in trouble?" a deeper voice asked. Laura opened her mouth, astonished.
"She's got a guy in there," Laura thought, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
"Yes, you are," teased the girl. "Now sit down. I've got to pick out something for Jack's party. This is easier and they don't care."
Laura slipped off the royal blues and tossed them toward the corner. Pulling a grey pair from the hanger, she leaned over to step into them.
"This is sexy," the man said. Laura grinned as she pulled on the pants. "You look great."
"You like?" the girl asked. "Let me put on a dress now."
Laura turned to look at the pants in the mirror, grinning. "These look pretty good," she thought. She turned and stood on her toes, pressing the fabric over her bottom. "Nice," she thought.
"What do you think?" the girl asked.
"That's great," the deeper voice replied.
Laura turned again, trying to decide. "The sweater clashes," she thought and pulled the brown wool over her head. She shook slightly with a sudden chill, jiggling the creamy flesh of her full breasts in their lace encasement.
"I like that a lot," he said. The girl squealed softly.
"Sit down and let me try another one," she ordered. Laura nodded to herself and took off the grey pants. "If you don't sit down, I'm going to scream for help."
"I'll tell them you dragged me in here."
"Who do you think they'll believe?" she asked gaily. "The big brute or the naked girl?"
"Depends on the jury," he said, his voice low, almost threatening.
Laura took down the skirt and stepped into it. The fabric squeezed her hips tightly as she shimmied the black cylinder up toward her waist. She wiggled as she worked into the snug hold. "I can't," Laura thought, grinning lewdly. "They're indecent."
"Wow," the man said. "You look great."
"You like?" she asked.
"Wow," he repeated.
Laura turned to look at herself from behind. "Naughty," she thought. She bent a little at the waist and caught a glimpse of her panties. "Tom would just die."
"Scott," the girl said, the words emphatic and muffled. "What are you...?"
Raising a curious eyebrow, Laura paused. She stood still and stared breathlessly at her own smiling reflection, waiting as the sound of restless motion behind the mirror grew serious. Listening attentively, Laura watched as her nipples tightened beneath the cream lace of her bra.
"Wait," the girl said. "Let me get..." Her words were interrupted by another jostling and the clang of a hanger.
"There," he said. "Now just..." The girl moaned sharply. Laura watched herself as she unconsciously lifted the hem of the black skirt and gently touched the crotch of her panties.
"Damn, Scott," the girl said between breaths, "your dick is so fucking big." Laura whimpered and pushed her fingers underneath the cream lace.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled. "You like my big dick?"
"Yes," the girl said, emphatically. "Give it to me."
Laura rubbed herself furiously, watching herself in the mirror, listening as flesh began to slap flesh in a steady rhythm. Laura opened her mouth as the electric shocks of excitement rippled through her, and she felt her knees go weak.
"Damn," the girl said, "fuck."
Laura pulled the black skirt up to her waist and pushed her panties down her thighs. Turning, she leaned back against the mirror, pushing her bare ass against the glass. The wall shuddered slightly with each fleshy smack from beyond. Feeling their fuck bouncing steadily against her, excitement poured from Laura's pussy, drenching her diddling fingers.
"Oh God," the girl moaned, "give me that cock."
"Give me that cock," Laura whispered.
"Aargh," bellowed the man, and the rhythm of his blows intensified and then broke. Laura breathed deeply, on fire with her excitement. The other room quieted with gentle murmurs and kisses and lightly squealed 'oohs'. Laura closed her eyes and finally pushed herself forward. Hiking up her panties, she smiled to see the half-moon imprint of her bottom on the glass. A shudder coursed her body, leaving Laura smiling wickedly.
She watched her reflection as she danced a few provocative turns in the tight, short skirt. "Too naughty," Laura said softly and, peeling off the skirt, she quickly dressed and left, leaving the navy blues and fashionable greys in a heap in the corner of the room.
The clerk at the register, a young dark-haired woman, stood behind the counter folding sweaters. Laura plopped the black skirt down with a delighted smile.
"I am so tired of winter," the clerk said, pushing aside the pile of thick knitted wool.
"I think spring will be here soon," said Laura, dreamily.
"Did you find everything you need?" asked the clerk.
"Absolutely not," said Laura, almost laughing, "but I have a good start."
"We have some new blazers on sale." The clerk folded the black skirt and found the price tag.
"Nope," said Laura. "I've got more casual shopping in mind."
"Can I put this on your Hechts card?"
"Sure," said Laura, suddenly distracted as a couple walked past the register. Her eyes fixed on the bulging crotch of the young man's jeans. "I'll take one of those," Laura said, almost to herself. The clerk smirked."I think we're out, but I can order one for you," the clerk said, her voice low. They laughed.
"What I really need is some new lingerie," said Laura.
"Ours is upstairs, to the right. If you want something, you know, spicy, go up to Rudolph's on the top floor over by Lechters. They have great stuff." The clerk winked.
"Yes," said Laura. "I think spring is on the way." She signed the draft and took her package. "Upstairs?"
"By Lechters and The Movie House."
"Thanks," said Laura. Walking saucily down the wide aisle, she stopped to feel the fabric of a low-cut black blouse. "Maybe I should try this on," Laura said, laughing to herself. |
3,415 | Mail Call | "Mail call!" cried my roommate John, "looks like you've got a package from your hometown honey."
"Let me see that." I tossed the book I was reading onto the desk and swung the swivel chair around in time to catch a fat mailing envelope. I beamed.
"I tell you it can't last," said John, "I've never heard of anyone staying involved with their high school girlfriends longer than the first semester."
"We'll last."
"I'm sure that's what they all say. Hell, Tom, she's just 16!"
"Seventeen next week," I corrected.
"You're going to find the older women on campus a bit more interesting," he insisted.
"Alice is interesting," I said simply. By this time I had gotten the package open in time to find a short note and a video tape. I started reading the letter.
"Gotta go to lab," said John, "back later."
"Right." Now where was I?
Tom,
In this high-tech day and age, I thought I would send you
a tape instead of a letter for a change. However, I must
warn you: the last 20 minutes are X-rated. Please use
discretion when viewing it.
Love,
Alice
I lifted my eyebrows. Alice was a sexy, uninhibited girl. Although I was her first lover, she had been fairly knowledgeable about sex when I met her. "I've read books," she once told me, "and I've explored my body. I know what feels good for me." Together she and I learned how good partner sex could be. I could only imagine what she had done. I shoved the tape into the machine.
In a few moments, the familiar sight of Alice filled the screen. She was beautiful. Her long, dark blond hair framed her slate-colored eyes. I had almost forgotten how sexy she was.
She was standing in the street in front of her house. The cool autumn wind was blowing leaves in the background, and she had her hands in her coat pocket.
"Hi, Tom!" she began cheerfully, "I hope this works out okay. Lisa is helping me... here, give me that..." She reached toward the camera. Suddenly, the view jumped and twisted in a wild vortex: grass, road, sky, Lisa.
"Hi, Tom," she said, waving, "I'm the camera woman." More sky, road, feet, grass, back to Alice.
"As you can see," she continued, "we're not too professional. But I don't think that matters too much under the circumstances."
The tape was great. We walked down the street a bit while Alice talked about some of the things that had been going on. As we walked, the camera panned about so that I could see that everything looked more or less as I had left it. I would have preferred more footage of my girlfriend.
"I guess that's about all I have to say for now," Alice was saying, "stay tuned, however, for the second feature." She smiled.
There was a blank spot on the tape, and then a new scene came up. This time it was Alice's bedroom. It seemed to be night; the lighting was definitely from incandescent lamps. I sighed in anticipation. The camera was focused over the main section of the room. No one was in view.
After a few moments, Alice came in from the right. She was wearing her nightgown. Her hair was let down, and her eyes were shining.
"If you haven't read the note that came with this tape," she said, kneeling close to the camera, "you may want to do so now. Don't continue until you have."
I pressed the pause button on the VCR and consulted my roommate's schedule. He was in physics lab. That lab took hours. No problem. I locked the door. It was common to get unwelcome guests barraging in like they owned the place. I returned to the tape.
Alice waited for a few seconds. Then she stood up and walked to the center of the field of view. The camera did not move --- like it was on a tripod --- but the field of view was such that she was framed nicely as she stood.
She smiled and winked at me (or rather the camera) and then she spun on her heels so that her back was turned to me. She cocked her head back slightly and shook her hair. Then she looked down, and I could see her elbows move as she undid the knot in her gown. I was starting to get an erection. This was good.
Slowly, she let the gown slip from her shoulders. Inch by inch, it exposed her back --- a back undisturbed by a bra strap. The gown slipped by her waist and over her buttocks. White bikini underwear accentuated the firmness of her ass. Finally, the gown slid off her arms and into an inconsequential pile on the rug. She looked exquisite.
She paused for a moment. However, instead of turning (as I hoped), she pivoted on her heels slightly and brought her hands to her waist. She began stroking her sides. My cock was very erect.
Up and down her sides she touched herself, letting her hips jut first to one side and then to the other. I could hear her breathing deeply and smoothly. After a few moments, her hands moved up the front of her body --- I had only her elbows to watch. Her hands stopped at the level of her breasts. Her head moved to look at them for a moment. Then she turned her head slightly, and I could see that her eyes were closed.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly. I shifted in my seat. This was very good.
Her hands began moving more quickly. She massaged her breasts, slid her hands down her torso, and ran them inside her underwear to knead her buttocks. She rose up on her toes and arched her back.
"Mmmmm," she purred. I wished I was there.
She kneaded her ass for several moments. As she did, she rocked her upper torso in a slow circle that caused her hair to slide back and forth across her back. She knew I liked her hair. Occasionally, I could get a glimpse of one of her breasts when her body tilted toward the camera. Once I even imagined that I saw her left nipple. I shifted in my seat a little as if that would get me a better view.
Her motions slowed. With a graceful sweep, she slid her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. She casually kicked them away, leaving me with the sight of her beautiful naked buttocks. She was gorgeous.
She slid her right hand downward into her crotch. She placed her other hand against the wall in front of her for support. God, was it erotic! She spread her legs slightly by bending her knees. She rested her head against her arm near the shoulder.
"Oh," she said softly.
I watched her right arm move slowly back and forth. Soon, her hips were moving with the same rhythm. She was breathless.
"Oh, oh, oh."
She started rocking on her toes. She rolled her head. Her whole body was undulating with the same slow rhythm as the arm that was nestled between her legs.
"Oh, oh, oh."
Suddenly, she moved forward a couple of steps and leaned more fully against the wall. She spread her legs a little wider, and she cocked her buttocks upward slightly. I was just able to see her labia and the opening of her vagina. I could also see the tips of her fingers as she massaged her clit. It was wild. Incredibly wild.
The pace of her stroking quickened. Her breathing grew more frantic. Gradually, she slid down the wall into a kneeling position on the floor. Sitting up straighter, she began to masturbate vigorously. She brought both hands into the act, and soon her whole body was riding them with great abandon. I could see a film of sweat forming on her back. I was amazed. I wondered if this was the way she usually masturbated.
"Oh God," I heard her gasp between pants. "Oh God." Suddenly, her pace slowed to almost a standstill. She took one arm out of her crotch and put it against the wall.
"Oh, Tom," she said as she leaned her head against her arm, "Oh, Tom! I'm going to come!"
"Unnnnnnnnnnggghhhh!!"
Her body hardly moved during her orgasm. Her feet lifted off the floor slightly, and her toes curled. I could see the muscles in her buttocks tense.
She crooned softly for several seconds. Then, with a long exhale, she started to relax. I was breathless. The whole scene would have been unbelievably erotic regardless. But the fact that she was my girlfriend and that she went to some trouble to prepare such a tape for me. It touched me in both the heart and the groin.
She rested for several more seconds before turning around to sit against the wall. For the first time on the tape, I was able to see her breasts and her triangular patch of pubic hair. God, did I want to fuck her! She looked serene, however. She smiled at me.
"So what did you think?" she asked, "Did you like it?She took a cloth down from the table and started to swab herself down. After a moment, she paused and looked into the camera again. "Send me one of you?"
"What?" I said in surprise to the TV.
"Well," she said as she put the cloth on the floor and reached to the table again, "think it over." She smiled and added, "I love you."
She pointed a remote control at me, and the screen turned to static. |
3,472 | First Swing | "Watching Don fuck your ass was even better than I thought it'd be!" Judy said.
I laughed. "Well, feeling him fuck my ass must've been even better than that." It was true. I had dildoed myself many times, but each time I could predict each thrust my hand made. Having Don do it made it impossible to predict his thrusts, making it deliciously better. At the same time, his cock was flesh and blood, and I could feel (I thought) the blood coursing through it, filling it with life. When he came, the splashes of jism were a sudden spot of warmth, giving me tremendous satisfaction.
Judy wriggled her way over to me. She kissed me, her tongue hot and wet. She pushed my head to the side and began chewing on my lobes. I felt her begin to probe the inside of my ear, the sounds loud. Oh, I loved having my ear explored like this! Below, my muscle began to twitch. I guess Judy felt it, because she whispered hotly in my ear if I liked what she was doing. I groaned out a "yes," and she redoubled her efforts. Now, though, she climbed more fully onto me and was rubbing her wet bald slit against me. Heaven!
"Let's go wake Don up," I suggested to her. Don was in a drowsy state, laying on his back adjacent to us. Judy rolled off, and I flipped over. We positioned ourselves on either side of him, and Judy held up his cock for me. I slid it into my mouth, surprised at how soft he was in a flaccid state. Last time he was in my mouth, he was pumping hot joy-juice down my throat. Definitely not soft then!
I popped him out, and as she took him, I fondled his hairy balls. In a minute, when she gave him back to me, he was half erect. I pressed my lips against him and slid him in. I stayed there, nose breathing, and sucked him. It was amazing, feeling him swell in my mouth. In another minute, his head was pressing against my tonsils. I bobbed a couple times, then gave him back to Judy. I looked up to see Don watching us.
"So, Don," I started, "am I doing OK?"
He smiled. "You can suck me any time, Dave."
Judy had stopped. "I want to see you guys suck each other." I wanted that too, so I swung my hips up and lay on my side, my crotch at his face. Then, I grabbed his side and pulled him into a similar side position. I didn't really care if he sucked me or not at that point. I'd give him the opportunity if he wanted, but I was exploring my bisexuality, not his. I bent my head, and slid him into my hot mouth as deep as I could. Don let out an extended moan, and I tasted pre-cum. Excellent! I tongued the eye of his cock, daring him to ooze more. I stroked him once or twice to milk it out, and then sucked him deep again.
I was busy making slurping sounds when I felt his hand grasp my cock. He stroked it, almost idly, driving me crazy. I moved my hips, fucking his hand. Then, glory, as he started to blow me. I paused, reveling in the feeling. Then, we began my first MM 69.
It was tremendous. Each took pleasure from the other, and then giving it when we neared completion. Don's mouth was so very hot and wet. His cock and balls were coated with my saliva. But, I didn't want to drink him or have him drink me. I had another fantasy to live out.
"Don," I said, puffing with breathlessness. "Come into the bathroom." We got up, and Judy looked at us. Her hands were slick with her own juices. Her hole was completely open, as if her fingers had stretched her out. "C'mon Judy, you too!"
We went into the bath, and I had Don sit on the stool. Then, I had Judy sit on him, facing him. She let out a groan of pleasure as she sank slowly onto him. Don gritted his teeth to keep from cumming. When she was on, they began to slowly rock, an inch of his length moving in and out of her. Judy was purring with pleasure.
I went to my bag and got my tube of Slippery Stuff. Then, I knelt behind Judy. The plug was still there, filling her up. I grasped the end and pulled it out.
"Oh! Shit!" Judy exclaimed. She began to cum, and I was fascinated to see her anus pulsing with her orgasm. Don still gritted his teeth, trying to hold off some more. After a minute, Judy sank onto Don, panting.
"God, that was great!" she told me.
"You're not done yet, babe," I said. "It only gets better." As she sat still, I dabbed some Slippery Stuff on my fingers, and then stuffed them into her. I pulled my fingers out, and put on some more lubricant, then slid them back in. I slowly pumped her ass, lubing it up. Her pussy was fairly creaming, her juice dripping onto the floor. Don was sucking her nipples. In a few minutes, she was rocking back and forth, urging my fingers in more deeply. Yes, she was really relaxed and loose.
I pulled Don's head away, and then help her stand up. I grasped Don's cock, and applied a liberal amount of Slippery Stuff. Judy's eyes opened wide, half in fear and half in expectation. I told her to turn around, and positioned her so that she merely had to sit down on Don. Supporting her, I helped her ease down. The thirty seconds she took to sit all the way down was spent as one long, low moan. Not of pain, but of pleasure.
Finally, she was down all the way. She sat still, loving the full feeling. Then, maybe another couple minutes later, she began to rock again. His lubed up cock was sliding in and out of her ass, making slurping sounds of its own.
Time for me to fulfill my own fantasy!
I squatted a little, and positioned myself at her front opening. She opened her eyes, and watched as I placed the head inside. Then, as she rocked forward, I jammed myself all the way in. She shrieked, from fear and surprise. I had been so gentle until then. But as she knew my intentions, I began to rapidly pump her. She tossed her head back against Don's shoulder, riding both of us.
Don lifted her a little so that he could pump more fully. What a feeling, his cock moving against mine inside her! Don grasped her right nipple between his fingers and pinched hard while pulling it out. She let loose a gasp, then a moan. He released and grasped the left. I took the right in my mouth and wetly, gently, sucked it. When he released the left, I did the same there. We alternated on her nipples, and she was moaning and begging for more.
Soon, I felt my balls tighten, and I knew my fantasy was about to come true. That thought sent me over the edge and I began to fill her with my seed. Spurt after satisfying spurt came out. Still half erect, I popped out and sank to my knees. I began to tongue her hole and suck my juice out. Inches away, Don was pumping her ass!
This was my fantasy, to suck out my cum from a pussy. I also fantasized about licking a woman to orgasm as she rode a cock. To satisfy both at the same time...!
I sucked her, willing her to orgasm. If she could cum with a cock in her ass, she might be hooked on anal sex. I licked, I sucked, I probed, I tickled. I two minutes, her pussy grabbed my tongue and held it fast. She was cumming, and the contractions were squeezing my cum out of her and into my mouth. I savored the sticky glops, feeling like a complete slut.
Then, Don began to cum. He held himself in, filling her ass just as he had filled mine earlier. In a minute, he pushed her up. I saw her asshole, red and stretched, dripping lube and cum and fecal matter. For a second, I thought about servicing her, and I would have had she asked, but I chickened out. She sat where Don had sat and soon had expelled most of the discharge filling her. I knew she'd find still more the next day.
I went over and laid on the bed, feeling about toast.Judy, and then Don joined me. They looked at the clock: 1:48. Then Don spoke.
"I guess we're going to go home. We'd sleep better in our own bed." I nodded, tired. I watched as they got dressed.
Judy leaned over and kissed me. "Can we call you tomorrow?" asked Judy. I told her I'd like nothing better. Don gave a jaunty wave as he and Judy passed through the doorway.
I closed my eyes, tired but reliving the night. In a couple of minutes, the phone rang, jarring me. I grabbed it.
"Hello?" Who would call me at that hour?
"This is the front desk." Oh yeah, the clerk. "I saw your friends leave, and wondered.... I mean, she was walking a bit bowlegged.... Jeez, I'm sorry, but I'm so curious." The words came out in a rush. A smile crept across my face.
"Why don't you bring up something to drink and we'll discuss it?" It was 1:59 and she said she got off at 2:00.
"OK. Be right up!" The words came out very quickly, like she was afraid I'd change my mind. I thought about putting something on, but it'd be a bit hard to describe my stretched and cum-leaking asshole; she'd have to see it to believe it. If this worked out, tomorrow night could be even better than tonight.
We'd just see. |
4,655 | Slip of the Tongue | "Follow me," Kevin said in an excited whisper, waving me on as he started climbing the hillside.
"What?" I asked, close behind, grabbing the trunk of a small tree and pulling myself up the steep incline.
"You'll see," he said with a grin. I had known Kevin since high school and understood at once that we were up to mischief. I followed him through a thick nest of bushes before we climbed a large boulder. Kevin sat down on the edge of the rock and opened the leather binocular case hanging from his shoulder.
"Deer?" I asked.
"Kind of," Kevin said, smiling broadly. "Take a look, just past those trees over there."
I lifted the glasses to my eyes, aimed them past the conifers, and focused. A small blonde woman was unbuttoning her blouse. My jaw fell open. I lowered the binoculars and looked again with my naked eye. "The showers?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Can you believe it?" Kevin asked. "I love this spot. Sit down. You can still see everything, and there's no way anyone will see us up here."
I took a seat on the mossy boulder and raised the lenses. With a glimpse of Carol, a friend of Kevin's wife, a lanky dark-haired nude woman pushing her sandals under a wooden bench, I felt a shudder through my heart. I scanned the whole tent. "Are they all . . . ?" I started to ask.
"Yup. The whole gang needs a shower. Pete drenched them in that pea-green lake water when he tipped the boats. We're going to have to buy him a beer."
"Does he know about this?" I found Sarah, Kevin's wife, pushing down the bottom of her bathing suit. Her ass shone glistening white in the bright light of the afternoon sun. My blood caught fire, and I struggled to breathe.
"Just you and me, buddy. But you have to let me have a turn."
I reluctantly surrendered the spy glasses.
"Didn't I tell you to buy a pair?" He chuckled as he aimed the binoculars over the short canvas wall. "I never go camping without mine. Not since I found this spot. Oooh, isn't she sweet?"
"Who?" I asked, shading my eyes as I tried to distinguish the tiny figures below.
"The one with the tits," Kevin said. "Look at those nips!"
"Angie?" I asked, trying to remember names I hadn't really learned yet. I'd known Sarah since college, but I'd just met the rest recently.
"Angela," said Kevin. "That's right, Angela. Squeeze those titties. Momma."
"Let me," I said, reaching for the binoculars.
"In a minute," said Kevin, pulling away. "Let me watch her pull down her pants. Oh, yes. I guessed she shaved." I squinted at the distant images, desperate to see. Kevin tapped my arm with the glasses. "Here," he said. I tried to find Angela's bare cunt but was distracted by Terri's little brown muff.
"She was wearing a bikini at Jake's bar-b-que last weekend, and the wet fabric was clinging to her pussy lips. I suspected she was shaved clean. Besides, Sarah said Angela has a daddy complex, and women like that usually shave."
"Sure," I said, following Sarah into the shower. I had known my friend's wife for six years, but I had never seen her naked. Well, there were a few drunken nights when I'd imagined her that way, but Sarah looked better than I'd ever dreamed. She faced our direction as she turned on the shower. Watching her squeal as the chill water struck made my dick throb. "Wow."
"Tell me," said Kevin. "What's cooking?"
"Oh, Terri's bending over. What a hot little pussy."
"Pete says she fucks him like crazy. All kinds of kinky stuff."
"Yeah?" I asked, getting horny as hell as I watched Sarah soap her breasts.
"Lots of hot games. She likes to be spanked. You know, stuff like that."
"Trip," I said. Sarah arched her back and rinsed her hair. I nearly lost it as she tensed her round ass tight.
"One time, when we were out drinking, Pete asked me if I'd come over and help out, you know, like a threesome."
"Did you?" I asked. I stole a quick peek at Angela's pink lips but then went back to staring at Kevin's naked wife. Sarah looked so fine I couldn't care about the rest of the ladies.
"Nah," said Kevin, taking the binoculars from my hand. "Sarah would never go for it, and there's no way I could keep fucking her best friend a secret. Ah, show me your pussy, Angela. That's a good girl. If I were still single, I'd have gone for it."
"I guess so. Maybe I could lend them a hand." I laughed.
"Seriously, talk to Pete. Terri's hotter than hell, and if they considered me, they'd do you. Man, I love Angela's titties. This is her first time up here."
"How long you been watching them shower?" I asked.
"Since last summer. I went hiking and was lost for a while. I came down that way and sat here to rest. I caught Carol playing with herself in the shower, and now I sneak up here every chance I get. Come on, Terri. I'll spank your bottom."
"No shit? Last summer?"
"The trip before the last time you came with us. I wanted to show you then, but you had that foxy babe, and you wouldn't come with me."
"Chris?"
"Little tits, black pussy hair, bitty ass and long fucking legs."
"Fucker!"
"Sorry, buddy. I don't pick who takes a shower. I would have closed my eyes, you know, respect, but she was just too hot."
I laughed and wrenched the binoculars away. "You owe me," I said. "Where's Sarah?"
"Beats me. I've seen her naked. I don't have to climb rocks for that."
"She's great," I said. "I love Sarah's ass."
"Gimme those," said Kevin. "Let me find Carol."
"Over in the corner."
"Hah! There you are, you little bitch! Eat me, you wench. I hate that bitch. She never stops giving me crap. But she never takes a shower without playing with herself. She just needs a piece of Kev. I'd fuck that nasty look off your face, you bitch!" Kevin yelled a bit louder than I would have thought safe. He laughed and handed me the glasses.
I stared at Sarah for a while while she soaped her legs, catching quick glimpses of her pussy lips.
"Have you ever caught, you know, two of them?"
"Girl games?" Kevin prompted with a chuckle. "Nah, I think they do that in the tent. But you know the blonde, Cindy?"
"Yeah?" I said, scanning the shower, looking for her. "Is she down there?"
"I think so. Over by the bench."
"Yeah." I said, finding my prey. "She's gorgeous."
"Tell me about it. We once picked up this chick in college who looked just like her."
I let Cindy linger in the magnification. Her damp golden hair fell around strong shoulders. Her nipples stood tight as cherries atop her big breasts. Full hips framed her nearly naked pussy. She turned, and I realized she looked like a girl I had known all too well. Susan Jones. Susie. My girlfriend for half of my junior year at college.
Susie and I broke up because I wouldn't lick her pussy. I was young and stupid, and one night she pushed her cunt in my face, and I balked. Susie wouldn't talk to me for weeks. The thing was, I really liked her, and so I hounded her until I finally convinced her to give me another chance. Susie came over, and I devoured her little blonde pussy, my first. I was hooked; I've been a devoted cunnilinguist ever since. But I only tasted Susie's cunt once. We went to a party the next Saturday night, and just after we got there, Susie turned pale and ran out. I never heard from her again. Every time she saw me, she ran. I have always regretted letting her get away.
I swallowed and turned the binoculars back toward Sarah, watching as she talked to Carol. Terri dried herself just beyond them, rubbing her ass hard. It was all too hot.
"It was my birthday," Kevin said. "Sarah and I had been dating a few months, and we got pretty drunk. We were downtown, in Westport, and Sarah runs into this blonde who looked just like Cindy. They start jabbing, and next thing I know, we're going back to her place for a little smoke or something. I was holding my breath, hoping one thing would lead to another."
"Did it?"
"We weren't there ten minutes before this chick starts playing with Sarah's tits. Buddy, my dick was so fucking hard. Skirts are going up and panties coming down, and pretty soon I'm stroking my cock, watching this bitch go down on Sarah. The blonde's ass was in the air, and I can't believe how wet her pussy gets, and she's got her tongue all over Sarah's pussy. I was ready to shoot my load, just sitting there."
"No way," I said, watching Sarah's tits bounce as she explained something to Carol."So I don't know what to do, so I put my dick in Sarah's mouth. I wanted to boff the blonde, but you know, I wasn't sure that would be cool, so I let Sarah suck on me. Then she starts to scream like there was no tomorrow. I've never seen her so hot. I mean, she always comes when I fuck her, but not like that. Fucking wild. I just stepped back and watched her thrash, pulling this chick by the hair hard into her wet cunt. It was so cool."
"I'll bet," I said, short of breath, staring at Sarah as she pulled on a pair of pretty white panties.
"Then the chick shoves her cunt into Sarah's mouth and Sarah starts licking her. I couldn't believe Sarah would do that, but she had the blonde moaning so loud that I just managed to ram my dick into Sarah from behind before the cannon fired. There's nothing like watching chicks to get me off."
"Yeah," I said.
"Sarah made me promise never to tell anyone. You know how it is. But you're my best buddy, so I'm trusting you to keep this a secret."
"What about the blonde?"
"You know, I saw her on campus a few times after that, but she always turned pale and ran away. I guess it was too much for them. Sarah was always trying to get me to lick her pussy after that, but I can't. You know? Pussy is for fucking. A man can't be sticking his nose in there."
"Mmm," I said. "Nice tits."
"Yeah, give me another look. Is Angela still naked?"
"I think so. Over by the towels."
"Yeah, hot little cunt. I could use a piece of that. Maybe you could distract Sarah while I . . . . " Kevin laughed. "In my dreams. Oh, well. Show's over."
"Wow. Thanks, Kevin," I said, standing up and shaking the dreams from my head.
"My pleasure, buddy," said Kevin, putting away the glasses. "Wake up early tomorrow and we'll catch the next show. Six, not a minute later. Terri is always up by then. You'll have to see her morning routine to believe it. I've been dying to share this secret with you. I'm so glad you could make the trip with us."
"Yeah," I said. "You know I like you and I'll lick Sarah. Like. Like Sarah. I mean, I really like you guys. Let's go down and start the fire for dinner."
I slid down the boulder and Kevin came behind me with a crash. I helped my friend up and dusted him off.
"You all right?" I asked. Kevin looked a little pale. |
4,667 | Songs of Thanks and Praise | "Look who's here, everyone!" someone said. Then another voice added, "Teresa! We didn't know you were coming!"
"Well, since Teresa means 'the harvester', I thought I'd put in an appearance," I said. "Should be a lot of stories to gather up. How's everything going?"
"The party's just getting started," the first speaker said.
Of course I didn't recognize her--how could I? I'd never seen any of these people before, had I? I wondered how that woman knew who I was. Funny, I had pictured all the men as tall, dashing gentlemen wearing impeccably tailored suits and the women as classic ideal beauties, like Cleopatra or Helen of Troy.
"Care for something to drink?" she asked.
"Is that cider very strong?" I said. "I don't want to pass out before things get hot and heavy. Gotta save my strength and all that, you know."
"Save your strength?" A great big guy was asking. I leaned my head back and looked straight up. He looked fairly tough to me, wearing that plaid shirt and old jeans. But not altogether threatening. Besides, he was grinning. "What are your plans for this solstice evening?"
"I don't know," I said. "Thought I would just relax here for a while and meet everyone. Was I supposed to make plans? I'm new to all this. I mean, I've never actually been to one of these affairs, only read about them."
"Right now we're waiting for Ceilti to light the bonfire and then all of us are going to dance to open the festivities," he said. "Want to join us?"
I looked him over more closely as he drew nearer. Hmmm. Not bad. Wonderful deep voice. I started planning.
"Sure," I said. Then I spoke to the rest of them. "Would you like to hear a story while we're waiting?"
"What? You tell US a story!" A little bald-headed guy was laughing. "We're the ones who tell stories for YOU!"
"I know, and I love them. But I've got this one story to tell. Indulge me. You can even review it if you want," I said.
Then a skinny little woman wearing a leather miniskirt and big black boots yelled at them.
"Pipe down, you pinheads!" she shouted. "Quit laughing. I want to hear Teresa's story."
And they did pipe down. So I told my tale.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a woman was traveling down a dirt road. Her shoulders slumped and her feet dragged. She was cold, tired and thirsty because she had been walking all day, following the directions given her by some folks in the last town she'd come through. She was a musician, a troubadour, and she hoped to find generous and appreciative patrons in the next village. Night was near and she worried that she might not find shelter. Then, in the distance, she saw a faint light. Its flickering gleam enticed her, beckoned her. Intrigued and curious, she hastened toward it.
As she approached she thought it strange that the light didn't grow in brightness. When she reached it, she found it partially hidden by the branches of a tree. Close by the tree she found a group of men and women who surrounded a kettle of hot, fragrant soup. They were reading manuscripts and books or scribbling lines on paper. They must, she thought, be the group of maverick writers she'd heard about from someone on the road. So intent were they on their work that they didn't notice her approach.
"Hello," she said, announcing herself. "May I share your soup?"
One man looked up and smiled. "A visitor! Please join us. We've plenty of soup here. You're welcome to all you need."
He motioned to another man to bring a bowl and he gave her a generous portion.
As he handed it to her, he said, "Sit. Rest. Eat. You're obviously hungry and tired."
Someone brought her a tattered old pillow. She put it on the ground, sat down and began to eat. "Thank you so much. Are all of you writers?"
"Yes, we gathered here to write and discuss our stories," one woman answered. "Meeting together helps us perfect our craft. We try to help and learn from each other." She looked at her companions. "Maybe she can help us decide."
"Oh, I'd be happy to help you. Decide what?"
"We want to know which of our stories is the best. Are you a writer?"
"No, but I can read. My mother taught me."
The woman glanced at the others around the fire. Some were murmuring to each other and gave the troubadour questioning looks. The man who had first greeted her gathered up five manuscripts.
As he handed her one of the stories, he said, "We haven't been able to decide which story is the best. Perhaps a visitor could judge for us." The other writers shrugged their shoulders and nodded their heads in agreement.
She finished her soup and began to read. After she finished the very first story, she had tears in her eyes. "This is the best," she said, "because it made me cry."
But they handed her another one and urged her to read. She returned the second one, chuckling, and said, "This is the best because it made me laugh."
They still weren't satisfied, so she read another.
"This is the best," she said, "because it gave me hope."
Of the fourth story, she said, "This is the best because I learned something new."
But the last one was good, too. "This is the best," she said, "because it made me remember."
One of the younger men asked, "You can't decide?"
She looked at the group apologetically. "No, all of them were wonderful. I'm sorry I couldn't decide. I want to help you because you are so kind to offer hospitality to me, but I can't say which one is best. Each story was like opening a marvelous, unique gift. May I give you a present in return? I would like to sing you a song."
She stood and centered herself, feet front and flat, hips and shoulders aligned, her head pulled to the night sky. She began to sing a song of thanks, a song of gratitude for the kindness these people had shown her. Her lungs filled with air, and then the sound began at the base of her spine, went up her back in a tingling wave, emptied into her arms and chest and finally focused through at the top of her head. It was a song like the twinkle of a star, light and clear, full of trills and frills, full of grace. She imagined the notes dancing in the air as they left her mouth. Her soprano voice filled her body. The music enveloped her as it swirled in the air.
She sighed when she finished. She sat down, but no one else moved or spoke. The writers all stared at the troubadour. Had she offended them? Was her gift improper somehow? One of the women slowly smiled and then she spoke.
"Thank you," she said. "We may never decide whose story is the best, but your song has inspired me to write a new story."
"I'll get more paper," another woman said.
"I'll get some ink for us," someone else said.
The troubadour rested as she listened to the sound of quills scratching on paper. Later, she went to the entrance of the camp and found a ladder. Placing it against the tree, she climbed it and positioned the lamp so the light could be seen more clearly. As she looked at the horizon, she could see silhouettes moving toward the camp. More visitors, she thought. Maybe they saw the light. She hoped they could read. And sing.
My throat was dry so I gulped down the rest of the warm cider. I felt a strange sense of relief after finishing my tale. I looked at my companions. They were all smiling. One man grinned broadly and winked at me. One woman had tears in her eyes.
"Teresa, will you sing us a song?" the man in the plaid shirt asked.
"Yes, of course. I have always wanted to sing for you, to give you a gift in my own way. But I know a song we can all sing together. The words are simple. Would you like to join me?"
So we sang a song of praise together, warming our spirits, as the bonfire flared to life. |
4,671 | Rock Me, Amadeus | "Here, here, come in here, there and sit down." Angelica shouldered a young man's inert frame as she guided his weak steps through the dim light, working slowly around the end table and with a shove, deposited him on the tweed upholstered sofa. With a groan, Steven struck the back of his head on the short divan's wooden frame. "Oh, sorry, baby, I'm so sorry, I'll get you some ice. Lean back, gently, here's a pillow. Don't close your eyes, baby. Promise me you'll keep them open."
"Ooh," moaned Steven, bringing a cautious hand to his swollen lip. Trying to focus in the pale glow of the distant kitchen light, he looked to see if the lip was still bleeding. Softly, he felt the bump on his nose. "Damn," he said. Angelica scurried back on her heels, carrying a cloth wrapped around several ice cubes.
"Here," she said, handing him the cool, damp towel. Kicking off her shoes, she reached for the light switch. "Let me get a look at you." Steven turned his dark eyes up to her, lost and grateful. "Poor baby," she said tenderly. "You look like you just lost a fight." Steven touched the terrycloth to his lip gingerly, slowly pressing it closer. He smiled, vaguely.
"I think that's what happened. Lost the battle, anyway."
"You're going to have a black eye, baby. You were so brave." Angelica knelt down beside the sofa and pressed her lips to Steven's chest.
"Yeah, well, if you call stepping in front of a truck brave."
"Bah," spat Angelica, "Jack is a brute. He had no right to beat you up." Steven winced.
"Someone should have explained that to him earlier. He seemed to think he had a right. Bam, bam, pow. What did it take? Six seconds?"
"Jack's a boxer. He knows how to fight."
"Figures," said Steven, rubbing his calf. "I've got a hell of a bruise there."
"You hit the fire hydrant when you fell." Angelica frowned as her soft hands rubbed Steven's belly.
"That was the only thing I hit, well, except the cement."
"You didn't defend yourself, you know, baby. Why didn't you put up your dukes?" Angelica raised her hands in a defensive pose. Steven lifted his left hand, a strong, sturdy looking paw into the light and smiled.
"I don't think it would have helped, but I didn't dare. My hands are my fortune. My face was just for show. I'm a musician." Angelica took his hand to look more closely at the talented fingers and then rubbed them over her full, pink cheek.
"You have beautiful hands," she purred.
"If I broke a finger, I'd be out of work for six weeks. This," he said, indicating his roughed face, "will only cost me a few kisses."
"No, baby, it won't cost you kisses. Not from me." Angelica leaned up and kissed the unbruised corner of his mouth. "You were my hero. So brave."
"So stupid," said Steven.
"No, baby, not stupid. Jack acted like a child, bursting into the bar and making his demands. You refused to let him push you around." Steven put his hand on the back of Angelica's head and teased her thick black hair.
"He pushed me pretty good, I'd say."
"With his fists, but not with his will. You stood up to him, even knowing, especially knowing that you couldn't hit him back."
"Well," said Steven, his smile evidencing a little pride, "I couldn't let him talk to you that way. It wasn't right."
"Oh, baby," said Angelica, tickling her fingers down her chest. "You were so brave. Jack's just a punk, thinking he can control everybody with his loud talk and his fists."
"Angelica," said Steven, softly.
"Yes, baby?"
"What kind of relationship did you have with Jack? I mean...."
"No, baby. We dated for a while. Nothing serious. Nothing real except that he's like all men, just jealous and possessive. I don't do anything he hasn't done."
"So he was out of line," said Steven, shifting as Angelica's hand began to caress his prick through his trousers.
"Absolutely. I told him we were through long ago. He wouldn't believe me. You were such a brave boy." She pulled at the zipper of his pants.
"Some guys just don't know when to quit," said Steven. "There was this one guy, back at the Fall Symposium." Angelica maneuvered a thickening staff from out of the shadows of cloth. "I would have laid him out, if I didn't have to, you know." Steven held his hand in the light.
"I know, baby," she said, kissing the hard flesh of his cock.
"I would have knocked him flat with some Rachmaninoff, just Pow!"
Angelica turned her head to smile at Steven, pushed her shiny black hair behind a pale ear and sank his rigid girth between her red lips.
"Nobody grabs a lady's arm when she's out with me, that's for damn sure. Oh, that's good. Such a pretty smile, sucking my dick. I would have done him flat. My hands are very strong, you know, and fast. Oh, fuck, suck it Angie. He got a lucky punch, before I was ready. I would have crashed him like a cymbal. Just bam, bam, baboom. You are so hot, such a fine ass. Yeah, wiggle. That piece of crap had better stay out of my way. Next time, I'll arpeggio his face. You like that, don't you, like sucking my big prick, yeah, suck it Angie."
Steven pressed her head down as the shudders ran from deep within to pour a fountain of hot spray from his cock. Angelica laughed with delight as his wet, watery orgasm spurted into her mouth.
"Oh God," he moaned as his aching body trembled. "So good. So good. So good."
"That's right, baby," said Angelica, licking her lips. "You're my brave, brave man."
"And I'd fuck you good," he said, closing his eyes. "If I weren't so fucking tired."
"You sleep," she said, kissing Steven's soft dick. "You can tell me that story tomorrow." |
4,674 | Dominatrix | "Mistress, I have brought a friend. His name is Greg."
You look at the naked man who stands beside me. He's a bit younger than I, not bad looking, and quite nicely built. It's obvious from his chest, arms, and legs that he's spent a little time working out with weights. But that doesn't concern you as you reach out and grab his flaccid cock. "I hope you can do something with this...?"
"Oh, yes, mistress."
"That remains to be seen." You lift a foot and put it down on a chair. "Lick my cunt, slave."
Greg drops to his knees, pushes his face up between your thighs. You feel his tongue sliding along your pussy lips, looping around your clitoris, then thrusting up into the depths of your cunt.
You look at me. "You--I want to see you suck his cock."
I bow my head slightly, then lie down on my side on the carpeted floor. Greg's cock jiggles around as he continues to run his tongue over and around and into your wet cunt.
I grab his cock with my hand, move the skin back and forth along the shaft for a few times, then lean forward and cover the head with my mouth. You see the glistening glans appear and disappear from between my lips as my mouth moves up and down along his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. Gradually, you see his cock grow bigger, harder.
"Enough. Stand up, both of you."
Greg and I quickly rise to our feet. As we stand side-by-side, you get to your knees and grab both our cocks in your hands and begin to pump them simultaneously. You rub the heads together, watch our transparent pre-cums mixing together. Then you hold both cocks firmly together and engulf both at one time with your mouth. Hungrily you suck on us, your tongue sliding around both cocks, savoring our taste.
You take your mouth away, look at us. "Greg, get behind me--fuck me hard. You--get down on the floor."
As Greg moves behind you, I sit down on the floor. Your mouth closes over my cock once more. I feel your hair brushing lightly against my abdomen and my thighs, tickling me slightly, but feeling good.
Your hot mouth rises and falls on my cock, and I watch, excited, as Greg moves forward and plunges his hard rod into your cunt. I hear a muffled groan from you as he begins to ram in and out of you.
I reach under and grab your dangling breasts, kneading them, squeezing them, running my fingers over the nipples, feeling them hard and erect beneath my touch.
Your mouth comes off me. "Tell me when you're ready to cum," you say quickly, then I'm in you again. I pump upwards into your mouth as your teeth run along the edge of my pole.
Greg's cock continues to pound into your cunt, his balls slapping against your thighs. He lubricates a finger, then slowly inserts it into your anus, to the first knuckle, stopping for a moment, then to the second. You moan loudly, and I feel the vibration from your mouth through my hard cock.
Suddenly you gasp, sucking hard on my cock, as you cum, your body spasmodically jerking as your orgasm ripples through your body from the sensation of Greg's cock and finger thrusting into your cunt and ass, my cock shoving up into your mouth.
"Almost ready..." groans Greg.
"Me, too," I say, feeling the warm sensation deep in my balls.
You release me, pull yourself from Greg's cock and finger. "Get up."
I get to my feet quickly, and you grab our cocks, pumping them in unison.
"Aaaahh---!" cries Greg as you yank on him.
"Cover me!" you call out. "Cover me with your cum!"
A moment later, unable to stop, Greg spurts his warm jism, its thin streams shooting onto your face and neck.
"Ooooh--!" I moan as you pump me harder, then a few quick seconds later, I start to fire my own load, the wet sticky milky-white fluid spewing out into your mouth, running down your neck and trickling down over your breasts and nipples... |
2,380 | Daddy's Girl | "Oooh Daddy!" came the voice from the other room. "That feels so good."
Mary looked into her daughter's bedroom. The little 8-year-old girl was sitting on the bed facing her father. Both family members were naked. Mary could see her husband Dan, rubbing his little girl's budding breasts, while the child masturbated both of them by rubbing her father's cock up and down her slippery little slit. Mary could see her husband's cock spreading the lips of the little girl's tight little cunny, each time the little girl rubbed the head of the man's penis across it. Each time Mary saw her daughter slide the big man's cock up, so that the tip was visible, she saw a bubble of clear liquid oozing from the head. The little girl was using the slippery juice to make it easier to slide her father's penis around her swelling little clitty and hot little hole. Dan, in the meantime, was busy feeling the little girl's body and running his big hands up and down her waist, and squeezing the erect nipples of his little girl's budding breasts.
"Oh Diane!" said Dan. "Daddy's about to cum!"
"OK Daddy," said the little girl, "I'm ready." She reached down and pulled the lips of her tiny little cunt apart, so that her father could fit his big cock up against her tight little hole. Dan fisted his cock and forced the head up against the entrance to his child's vagina.
Diane looked down between their bodies, where her father's cock was about to inseminate her. "Do it, Daddy," she encouraged her father. "Squirt your cum in me."
His little girl's words were too exciting for Dan. The man pushed his big cock up against the opening to his little girl's vagina and started ejaculating his thick sticky sperm right up inside his own daughter's flat little belly.
Mary was about to collapse as she watched the incestuous duo on the bed. Her husband gave one last push as he squirted one last thick sticky dollop of cum inside his own pre-teenaged daughter.
"Thank you Daddy!" said the little girl, as her father finished squirting his sperm inside her. "That always feels so good, when you cum in me."
"Thank YOU, Diane," said the man, as his now limp cock stopped pumping cum inside his little girl.
Mary could see the little girl's vagina, now with a bubble of white slowly starting to well up out of the little girl's tight little hole. Dan got up off the bed, as his little girl sprawled out on the sheets, enjoying the feeling of her own handsome father's precious sperm warming the inside of her belly.Dan felt like he could do this forever, but finally his penis had no more to give, and slid out of his daughter's vagina.
"Sorry, dear," he said, "but, I guess, that's it."
"It's okay, Daddy," reassured Diane. "I don't mind."
The cute little 8-year-old girl looked down at her tiny little slit, as she enjoyed the soothing feeling of her own father's sperm warming her inside. The thick, sticky liquid slowly dripped out of the neck of her uterus, down into her cum-slippery vagina. Even now, except for a trickle of white, slowly leaking out of the puffy lips of her hairless little cunny, you would never know that the underage little girl had just fucked her own father, and right now, was carrying the man's sperm inside her flat little belly. Diane wondered if she had her father's baby growing inside her belly yet, or how long it would take before she did. |
3,991 | Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Twelve | "That should teach you to have better manners and more respect for the fairer sex. I thought my husband warned you, I can't abide bad manners."
Seven, eight, nine, ten.
He was in agony.
She pushed him off her lap, and he landed on the floor. Instantly, his hands went to his burning buttocks. He was red in the face, and his eyes were watering. He looked like a scolded child.
"Now I want to hear an apology!" she said as she placed the hairbrush on the dining table. Within easy reach, he noticed.
He looked at her still exposed legs, then at the floor. He could not believe he was still lusting after her. Not after what she had just done to him. But he was.
"I am very sorry for my behavior," he said.
The fact that it was all Alice's fault, he did not think would go down too well at this particular moment. Especially as Alice had been giggling at him throughout his ordeal. He would just have to try and keep out of her way. Or maybe he would just be sent away. He felt that was the most likely outcome.
A patent leather stiletto heel dug into his genitalia.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I really am. Please forgive me."
But it ground in harder. What did he have to say to make her stop? Then he realized. How stupid to forget.
"I am very sorry, Madam."
Lisa removed her foot, and Jack breathed the biggest sigh of relief of his entire life.
"Get up, you pathetic excuse for a man," Lisa sneered.
Jack stood up and started to pull his pants up.
"I think it would be better if I left now. I wouldn't want to offend you any further," he said.
"Nonsense, Jack, I would not think of letting you go so soon. I still have to punish you for wanking in my bathroom."
That did it. He bent down and tried to raise his pants. Clutching them at half-mast, he headed for the door as fast as he could. He knew he looked totally ridiculous.
"Where are you going, Jack?" Lisa inquired, "not outside, I hope. The dogs won't like it."
Jack's shoulders slumped. He was at her mercy.
"That's more like it. Now, why don't you just take all your clothes off! You won't be needing them for the rest of this weekend."
Jack let his trousers fall back around his ankles and gave her a look of silent pleading. Lisa's face was totally impassive and unyielding. So, clinging to the grain of hope in her last words, he reluctantly obeyed. If he could survive the weekend, maybe she would let him go on Monday, and maybe, just maybe, he might still get his promotion.
When he was completely naked, she told Alice to put his clothes with the rest of his things. Then she turned to Jack and said,
"Come along, follow me. You will be spending the night in my room, I have a place all ready for you." And when she received no response from the dumbfounded Jack, she clasped his prick ever so gently in her hand and continued, "Well, aren't you going to thank me?" |
5,064 | Peeler RP: Manhattan Madness - Part 12 (end) | "ATTENTION. FLIGHT 623 TO CHICAGO IS BOARDING ALL ROWS..."
"That's me," Jim said sadly, holding his sister's hand as they sat near the boarding ramp.
"Don't be such a gloomy Gus," Beth said, squeezing his hand and kissing him on the cheek.
"What did you expect, Liz? After all, he's leaving us two sexy creatures behind," Julie teased, from his other side.
"Well, not forever," Beth promised.
"That's true," Jim said confidently, "And until then I've got plenty of memories to last me."
"Not to mention those Polaroids!" Julie sexily said as she kissed his other cheek. Their last night had been captured on Polaroids and a camcorder; the girls would keep the camcorded chronicle.
"Hide those good," Beth said, kissing his ear.
"I better get on board...before you two get me going again."
He stood up and they walked over to the gate. There were about 20 guys in Army uniforms in line to board, and their heads all swiveled toward him and his two shapely companions.
"Look at those wolves," Julie kidded as they mentally undressed her. Boy, would they be surprised!
"Yeah, I think we ought to show them who we're with," Beth said, and she turned his face to her and kissed him hard, with lots of tongue. He felt Julie leaning against him, her hand going to rub his crotch. As fast as their little show began, the girls disengaged themselves and headed back down the terminal, waving goodbye and then hugging each other as they sashayed out of sight.
Jim turned around to find the Army grunts staring at him.
"If you got it, you got it!" he said.
THE END |
5,108 | The Legend 7 - The Icon | "She's here!" The whisper spread around the village like wildfire. The goddess of plenty had arrived. Their next harvest would be a bountiful one. The gods would take care of it. It has been ordained.
A rhythmic chant went up, while the villagers dropped to their knees in supplication as the young woman, in the flowing white robe, walked gracefully by. Flanked by her bodyguards, and some say, her tormentors. She stepped daintily through the sucking mud that succeeded the three-day rainstorm, her sandals barely denting the surface, so light was she.
The headman, who alone could look her in the eye, stepped forward as the rest of the village cringed dutifully. Only a few may look a goddess in the eye. Even a fallen one like this. In any event, they couldn't have looked into her eyes, which she kept shamefully downcast.
The headman grunted and paid the bountiful tribute of the glittering stones to the temple followers that surrounded her. That, and the act that was to follow, would ensure that the forest would yield up its bounteous fruits and the tribe would survive another year.
It was just. It was proclaimed. It was the legend. It was foretold around many a campfire, while the forest rustled in the darkness.
It was said she was the daughter of the most high god. The mightiest god of all. And she had displeased him, as daughters were wont to do. So he gave her a task. A sacred mission to fulfill. She was to be the keeper of the garden, mother earth herself. And it was thus that she could change her shape, her hair, her looks. A goddess, taking many forms, as is her birthright. And her perpetual youth, a testimony to her immortality. Every year she was young, and every year she looked different. And of course, she was always beautiful. She was a goddess, after all, and you didn't, couldn't, get ugly goddesses. It was unnatural.
The headman took her hand. Her dainty fingers lost in the horny grip of his paw. He tugged her gently towards his hut. She hesitated. But a prod with the stick from one of her guardians urged her on her way. Destiny awaited inside the smoky depths of the foul-smelling hut.
The villagers gathered around as the cloths were dropped, decorously shielding the scene inside. She was trembling as the Headman unclasped the hasp on her robe, which fell away to reveal her perfect body to his lustful eyes.
Her newest manifestation was ripe. 'It surely would be a bounteous harvest,' he thought as his manhood tried to assert itself through its protective gourd. He tossed the gourd aside to reveal his power, which stood proudly high. She whimpered. Even goddesses were impressed with its size.
He led her, resisting, to his sleeping mat. He sat down and pulled her towards him. She fell across him, and he felt, for the first time, her nubile new body. He pushed her flat onto the sleeping mat and insinuated his body between her thighs.
She tried, feebly, to push him away. But he knew his duty. His tribe's whole future was at stake. He must consummate the joining of his people and the gods, so he forced her down and open.
He tried to kiss her, but she turned away. He was not dismayed. None of the previous manifestations had wanted to kiss either. He fondled her breasts with one hand as he stroked his manhood with the other. It stood straight and true.
It was time.
He settled between her widespread legs, forcing them wider, as he guided his weapon towards her pit. Earth-bound human, a throwback to the stone-age, entering the pleasure cave of a goddess. His penis entered her, and he heard her gasp, like she did the year before and the years before that. Whatever her new appearance, whether it be large or small, she always gasped as he asserted his maleness within her.
This year she was tight. As if she had been hardly used, although he knew the other tribes also made use of her services, as she traipsed the faint trails along the bank of the mighty river. He had to push hard, and he saw crystals of tears pooling in her eyes. This year he really was appeasing the gods, especially the most high. He grunted in happiness and bliss. The gods were good.
His mighty lunges forced him deep, widening her ready for the offering of his seed. Creating a seedbed just as his motive offering was urging her to grant them the boon of an overflowing gathering of the fruits of the forest.
Faster and faster.
Deeper and deeper.
Harder and harder.
While she bucked and moaned and cried.
His back arched. His fingers became talons on her milky breasts as he felt his offering gathering mightily within him. The release, when it came, was like the breaching of a powerful dam unleashing the flood of his juices within her.
She cried out as she felt him cum.
The natives outside dropped to the floor as they heard the strange, alien language from within the hut. Screamed out. It was the language of the gods, lighter in its timbre and with a softer sibilance than the previous year's manifestation. As if it were a different language.
The villagers whispered in awe at the volume of her cries. Truly it would be a plenteous harvest as her lamentations carried into the forest. The headman had worked his miracle well.
Inside the hut, Marie Clare, the eighteen-year-old, newly kidnapped daughter of a French Businessman, screamed out in horror as she felt the sudden warmth inside her unprotected womb. |
4,760 | Tit Torture-Free Site | "YOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" Something zapped my breasts! I slammed forward and bounced backward, nearly falling over. I caught myself just in time and glanced around furtively, hoping nobody noticed. Fortunately, only a couple of people were in this computer cluster: one busily typing away at his workstation, and the other asleep with his head on the keyboard. It was eight in the morning; few people were still up this late.
As the pain in my breasts dissipated, I was able to breathe normally again. I nervously looked back at my workstation, wondering if I dared touch it. What the heck had happened? I had typed in a URL in Netscape and was waiting for it to connect when it happened! Netscape was there waiting, displaying my webpage in all innocence as if nothing had happened. I stood there, terrified to touch the workstation again.
Finally, I carefully reached around back and rebooted the workstation. I logged into the one next to it and composed an email to the system folk telling how the workstation had malfunctioned. Then I started up Netscape and tried to access the website again -- ZAP!
Not again! What the heck was going on? Was it my imagination, or had I briefly seen electric current jumping from the screen to the nipples of my breasts? They were sticking out noticeably under my tee-shirt, and they still felt extremely sensitive. I dashed off another furious email and logged off in a huff.
After class that afternoon, I logged in again. I went to a different cluster, with a different brand of workstations. I still remembered the soreness in my breasts. Maybe it was superstition, but I didn't want to take the chance.
I first checked my email. Sigh, it was mostly spam: "$50,000 Guaranteed!" "!Learn the Secrets of Attracting Girls!" "##Young, Hung, and Full of Cum!!" "High School Grrls Wanting and Ready for You!" "!!Tit Torture-Free Site!!" "Free Sex!" "Man Sucking Teen Tampon!" "No Spam! No Password! Simply HOT YOUNG GURLZ, Barely Legal!" "Get Rich Quick! Make $50,000!!" "Writers Wanted!" What was up with those idiots? Couldn't they tell from my name that I might possibly be female?
I also received a reply to my messages earlier this morning: They had checked the workstations and found nothing wrong with them; what I had described could not possibly have happened. Furthermore, I was not to reboot a workstation except under the direst emergency. Rebooting a workstation can potentially damage the workstation and the network. I angrily bumped that message to the "Extra" box. Yep. 'Twas "Notwork Noservices" for you.
I started up Netscape again and clicked on a URL. I waited expectantly, then -- ZAP! Owwww, my poor breasts! Why oh why me, why is this happening to me? I wondered, burying my head in my arms on the keyboard and weeping. When I sat back up, I noticed nearly everyone in the room looking at me. Embarrassed, I quickly clicked on the logoff button and walked out of the room in humiliation.
That evening after supper, I finally succumbed to temptation and logged in again, in a third cluster. This time, I decided to use Arena instead of Netscape, just in case. Of course, it was utterly ridiculous to think that the web had anything to do with those shocks on my breast. It had to have been pure coincidence that the shocks came just as I was opening a webpage. Something was the matter with those particular workstations; that's all it was.
Nevertheless, after typing in the URL, I stood up off to the side almost in front of the next workstation over. I kept waiting and waiting, not daring to press the ENTER key just yet.
"Excuse me, mind if I take this machine?" Yikes! I jumped, startled.
"Oh, yes. Of course." A bit embarrassed, I slid back to my own workstation. Apparently this was the only free workstation, and someone wanted to use it. Distracted, I pressed ENTER -- ZAP!!!! Everyone heard my shriek, I'm sure. The guy asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Yes, very wrong!" I managed to hold back my tears as I turned and walked out. I ran all the way to my dorm and upstairs to my room and jumped on my bed for a good long cry.
Of course, I couldn't keep myself off the Internet. I logged on again the next morning. Along with the usual spam, I received an email reminding me to log out when I leave, saying how tempted he was to invite everyone to a strip poker party. Okay, it was going to be another one of those days.
I slid down underneath the table before connecting to a website. Nothing happened that I could tell, but I decided to wait a couple of minutes just to be on the safe side.
"Excuse me, Miss. What are you doing under there?" came a harsh male voice above.
"Um, uh, checking something out."
"Young lady, if you have a problem with the computers, don't try to fix things yourself. You could break something. Report the problem to Network Services." I slid out from underneath, flaming in embarrassment. The man looked down at me. "Understand, young lady?"
I nodded, flaming. He turned and walked away. I turned to sit down at the workstation -- ZAP! Grrrrrrr! Somebody's going to be castrated for this! I imagined the scissors snipping: snip-snip-snip-snip.
The next time, I asked a girl sitting next to me to try it. She didn't know how to use Netscape, but once I showed her, she was able to access the web without problem. Meanwhile, I got ZAPPED again. She gave me a weird look, circled her finger around her ear, and left.
Another time, I slid a nice thick loop of rubber on me, across my breasts and around the back, under my tee-shirt. It was awfully tight, especially on my breasts, but it should be a good insulator, I thought. Anything would be better than being ZAPPED.
"What ARE you wearing under there?" someone asked on the way.
"Under where?" I pretended not to know what he was talking about.
"Rather strange underwear. We can see it through your clothes, you know."
I blushed and ran off. I should have worn a dark tee-shirt instead of a white one. Anyway, the thing didn't work; I got ZAPPED again. When I took it off that evening, I found two holes burnt through the rubber, right at my nipples.
The next time I logged in, someone asked, "What are you doing in that scuba suit?"
"What? Oh, am I still wearing this? I guess I forgot to take it off."
"Uh huh, right." He shook his head and walked away, muttering, "That girl needs help."
Sigh, nothing worked. I was always ZAPPED, no matter what site I accessed, no matter what workstation I used, no matter what web-browser I used. Ahhhhhh!!!!
Sorting through my email, removing the ever-increasing spam, I noticed one title that had been coming with obnoxious frequency: "Tit Torture-Free Site!" I blush to admit that I actually opened the spam and read it. The message was very short. "The Only Site You'll Ever Need!" followed by a URL repeated three times. Feeling really foolish at following up a spam, I clicked on the URL and Netscape popped up. Darn, too late! I twisted my body in what I knew was a futile attempt to avoid the ZAP, and then came --
Nothing. I looked at the screen. The webpage had loaded up, and -- miracle of miracles! -- I wasn't ZAPPED!
I never found out what was happening. But that no longer matters. Whenever I access the Web, I go to the "Tit Torture-Free Site." I will never use another site. This is The Only Site I'll Ever Need.
The ENDto/erotica/assm/faq. |
4,788 | Waiting for Orchidea | "Hmm... It feels so good... I just started shitting in my panties... Hmm... so nice... so hot... I feel so filthy... Hmm... Hmm... What a long stinker..."
At the other end of the line, Orchidea had just started to leak brown in her panties.
"Oh god... Hmm."
Excited she sure was, her voice betrayed it... Such a splendid vessel carrying such vile words, such unladylike dialogues... It was the paradoxical beauty of it all... Orchidea... What a soiled, impure yet splendid flower she was.
"Are you full, are you gonna shit a lot?"
"Fuck yes... I'm rubbing spit on my big shit-bloated belly... It's all swollen and packed tight with that magic shit... Hmm... Full of that stinky love cream... Fuck... It's starting to slide up along my cunt... Hmm... Wish you were there to fucking tongue me."
"Come over now, I can't wait anymore... I wanna see you and smell you, I want you to stink up the whole place again... You coming now?"
"Yeah... I'll be at your place in half an hour... If I don't stop to rub myself too often in the car, hahaha... Hmm... Before I go..."
A few seconds of silence, and then I heard the muffled sound of a gush of bowel wind... Her hot, light and airy gift that unfortunately only my ear could enjoy at that moment... The shit in the seat of her panties must have given it that unusual sound... I loved brown ear candy...
"I wish you could smell it... Hmm... Dear... Okay, see you!"
It took me almost a minute to stop caressing my cock and hang up the phone, comfortably trapped as I was in the mind-fucking trance that our conversations always threw me in...
Orchidea had the way with potty talk. Everyone knew her as an articulate and polite young woman whose speech was always decent, but I was the lucky witness to her love of dirty talk. She adored verbal filth and knew how to turn me on with raw, obscene and vulgar talk that paradoxically made her so hot in my eyes.
She was a pretty orchid outside, but indoors she changed into one of those giant jungle flowers whose gigantic size was only matched by the gigantic stench they gave off. And we both loved that!
Just like the flies in those jungles, I was irresistibly drawn to her vile smelly ways, because she took so much pleasure in them, because it made her the most desirable woman I could imagine. With total abandon and carelessness, she everyday went from being an odorless flower to a 5'11" tall, pear-shaped goddess whose essence was found in her anal folds... her anal folds which weren't hidden much, always exposed, always on her mind.
The shit-eating fly I was, how thrilled I was to worm my tongue into her all her smiling, carefree, loose, open gift-giving mouths... Oh! I loved the kiss of her filthy lips as she vomited shit-induced moans and fart-stained syllables!I'd French-kiss her, our lips and tongues lubricated brown. I'd let the enema drool out of my mouth into hers.
"RING!"
I leaped out of my erotic daydreaming. Someone was at the door, downstairs.
I went to the videophone and turned it on. The woman at the door was lustfully wiggling her tongue at the mini camera. She moved back so I could see more of her, and I loved what I saw: She was tall, almost 5'11", and her revealing clothes couldn't hide her wonderfully feminine curves. Her hair was long, dark, and slightly wavy. The coarse black and white image was good enough to show that she was very good-looking. A good-looking woman who was now removing her skirt, stripping down to her panties! Some panties that were obviously filled with a not-too-subtle smelling cream! She pointed her ass to the camera: what a wonder! Large, round yet muscular, with her tight undies struggling to contain both her wonderful globes of flesh and the creamy contents they had given birth to!
Was she going to get into the elevator like that? Of course, she was going to! Silly me... I knew she loved to show off, and getting caught almost naked with panties full of waste was the kind of risk-taking that made her wet!
"Are you gonna open that door for me, you goof?" she said, laughing. "I'm freezing my butt and my shit out here!"
"I told you not to do this. What if someone sees you like that? Anyway, I'm so glad you're here! Come in... everything is ready... hehe."
I pressed the black button to open the door downstairs.
I wasn't waiting for Orchidea anymore... she was there.
The end (so far...)
brownkisser
Latrine People Foundation |
4,895 | rp sex slave chaper 2 | "Are you ready?" I could only nod because my throat was too dry to talk.
Mistress Pamela and I were sitting in my car in front of a small house in Venice Beach. We got out of the car and walked to the door. I walked behind my mistress as her hard tan ass swayed in her skintight leather skirt. It was so tight that it rode up and showed the bottom of her hard ass cheeks. Her long leather boots went up to her firm thighs. The only other item of clothing on her gorgeous body was a leather vest that did not even cover her hard high tits. All I was allowed to wear was my leather cock and ball harness. My prick was red and throbbing as it had been for half an hour.
All the way over was torture in fear that we would be stopped or have an accident. How could I explain to a cop that my mistress made me drive naked at night? She said that slaves were not worthy of hiding their pitiful bodies. Every stoplight was an ordeal of staring straight ahead and not looking at the people next to us. I knew that several people had gotten a look into my car and knew something was odd. A barechested man with a drop-dead blonde in leather would draw some stares.
Thankful that it was a dark street, I hurried to the door as Mistress Pamela knocked on the door. It was opened by a small blonde wearing a chain and leather vest that draped over small tan tits. Below her waist, a leather g-string was pulled up into her crotch. It was so tight that the crease showed. She looked at me and gave a small smile, then turned to Pamela and said "Looks like you have a new subject here."
"Yes, I think that with the right training, we can turn him into something worthy of serving me."
I was grateful that we were finally inside the house but was still very nervous as we walked to a back bedroom with a massage table. On the nightstand next to the table was a tray with the instruments that gave away the purpose of our visit.
"Get on the table," Pamela ordered, and I obeyed. The little blonde, whose name was Arcy, took cotton swabs and rubbed alcohol over my hard nipples. The same treatment was given to my straining cock. She then went to the tray and got the long steel probe.
"This is going to hurt somewhat, but I think you can handle it," Arcy told me as she pushed me back on the table. Pinching my nipple up to a hard knot, she placed the tip of the probe against the skin and gave a sudden push. A jolt of pain that felt like an electric shock went through my body. Quickly she reached over and took a silver stud and pushed it through the new hole in my nipple.
As I caught my breath, Pamela reached down to fondle my balls. "Keep it hard, slave, or you'll get it when we get home."
By now Arcy was on the other side of the table and was bunching up my other nipple. Bracing myself, I felt the burning pain again and the coldness of the stud that followed.
"One more to go, lover," she whispered to me and went to the area below my waist. I noticed her nipples were now pointed and hard. Hanging from the right nipple was a silver miniature handcuff. Her navel held a gold stud.
"I hope you know what you're doing," I told her.
"Relax, stud, look at this," she replied. With a quick motion, she pulled her g-string off and pushed my head to the side. I was staring at a smooth shaven cunt with five silver rings protruding from her puffy, pussy lips. "Now let's get this over, and we can have some fun." Pinching the flesh right below the head of my cock, she took the probe and with a quick motion gave a short push. Actually, this did not feel as bad as the nipples, and the stud was soon in.
"Well done," the mistress said. "Now in a few weeks, he will be perfect." Pamela told the blonde, "You do good work, just like you did to me."
I looked down to see what my now pierced cock looked like. Now that my balls and cock were shaved like Mistress Pamela demanded, the stud was quite visible. I also saw the silver nipple rings that were now a permanent part of my body.
Arcy was putting away her things, and I slid off the table. "You can't do anything for a few weeks, and you have to keep that area sterile." "Here are some pain pills if you need them."
"You won't be much good to me for a while, will you, slave?" asked Pamela.
"Who's going to take care of me now?" my mistress said. "Watching this has really got my pussy dripping."
"Well, Pam, perhaps I can help you," said the blonde. When I saw the look on their faces, I knew that they had enjoyed each other before. Pamela didn't hesitate in removing her vest and unzipping her skirt. They came together, and their tongues snaked into the other's mouth. Hands found their way down to the fine asses in front of me and probed deep. Fingers were pulling and stretching pussy lips, and the smell of sex grew in the room. Their breasts rubbed against each other, and the little handcuffs were pushed and pulled by the breasts. They slid down to the floor and turned in the classic 69 position. Arcy took her hands and pulled open the bare pussy of my mistress before inserting her tongue as far as she could get it. Pamela was lapping at Arcy's hot pussy like a cat at a saucer. Her tongue ran from the clit down to the junction of the ass. The rings in their pussies were also now being tugged by white teeth. It looked like it would hurt, but to them, it was one more way of receiving pleasure. This was some very serious pussy eating, and one inspired the other to go deeper and faster.
In spite of the pain of my new studs, drops of cum were appearing at the slit of my cock. I had my hands on my balls and was stroking the head of my purple organ. As the blonde's tongue snaked out to nibble on Pamela's clit, I could see that even her tongue had not escaped the piercing tool. A silver ball was through the tongue and was now running on Pamela's red and swollen clit.
Both of them now started to moan and cry out.
"Fuck my pussy, eat my pussy," they cried. Their backs were arching, and thighs were flexing as they attempted to fuck the other's tongues and lips. My dick could not take this anymore and began to twitch, and I felt the cum shooting onto my hand.
The action on the floor was now reaching its climax, and the pants and moans came to a head. Both of these pierced ladies slumped against the others' thighs but not without a few final licks of cunt. Pamela looked up at me and smiled.
"Well, slave, did you enjoy that?" "Do you see how pussy should be eaten?" "Maybe next time you can fuck Arcy."
As we walked back to the car, I felt the throbbing in my nipples and dick and was hoped that I was now the property of Mistress Pamela. I wondered how many more trials I had to go through before this would be true. |
3,635 | My Life - In a Nutshell | "I had never seen a guy's dick before," started Mia.
"Oh, this is good," said Devon. Jennifer gave him a dirty look. I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up, Dev, or you're not going to get the rest. Anyway, I woke up around 6:00 AM because I was suddenly very cold. Our buddy Cal here had stolen the blanket, and there was a wind howling in through the window. The blinds were crashing around and everything, and this big lug is happily sleeping away, wrapped up in the entire comforter like a little baby."
"Be nice," I said.
"So I go over and close the window – there's rain coming in – and climb back into bed. I was still freezing, so I decided to steal the comforter back. After a couple of minutes of tugging and him going, 'cut it out,' I managed to steal the entire thing back from him. So now, he's the one shivering. Then I fell asleep again."
"Blanket thief," I muttered.
"Shut up. About an hour later, I wake up again. He's kicking me."
"I still don't believe you."
"Who's telling this story? I made him stop though."
"How?" |
3,686 | My Life - In a Nutshell | "I had never seen a guy's dick before," started Mia.
"Oh, this is good," said Devon. Jennifer gave him a dirty look. I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up, Dev, or you're not going to get the rest. Anyway, I woke up around 6:00 AM because I was suddenly very cold. Our buddy Cal here had stolen the blanket, and there was a wind howling in through the window. The blinds were crashing around and everything, and this big lug is happily sleeping away, wrapped up in the entire comforter like a little baby."
"Be nice," I said.
"So I go over and close the window – there's rain coming in – and climb back into bed. I was still freezing, so I decided to steal the comforter back. After a couple of minutes of tugging and him going, 'cut it out,' I managed to steal the entire thing back from him. So now, he's the one shivering. Then I fell asleep again."
"Blanket thief," I muttered.
"Shut up. About an hour later, I wake up again. He's kicking me."
"I still don't believe you."
"Who's telling this story? I made him stop though."
"How?" asked Jennifer.
"Kicked him back. Square in his ass. He stopped," said Mia with an evil grin. "Then he rolls over and tries to steal the comforter back."
"I was probably cold," I said.
"Whatever. Anyway, I wouldn't let him have it, but he's rubbing up against me, trying to stay warm or something. I noticed he had a hard-on, so I decided to investigate."
"Ha!" snickered Devon. |
5,130 | The Wild Side | "Are you even listening to me?" she asked.
"Hmm?" he grunted absently from behind the copy of The Wall Street Journal.
Bridget glared at the wall of newsprint that shielded her husband from her across the breakfast table. She drummed her manicured nails on the tablecloth and waited for him to acknowledge her.
As usual, that moment never came.
"I was SAYING, why don't we go up to the lake this weekend? It would do us good to get away for a while."
"You know I can't get away right now," he said, his voice a blend of disinterest and mild annoyance. "The Parkinson deal is closing a week from Monday, and I have to meet with the attorneys all week to finalize the details." He turned the page of the newspaper as he spoke, never once lowering it enough to make eye contact with his wife.
Bridget sighed loudly and pursed her lip in her best pout. That maneuver used to be her secret weapon. Men could not resist the "pouty little girl" look. But since Bill couldn't see her, she did it more from a force of habit than anything else. Even when they weren't separated by a newspaper, Bill didn't seem to see Bridget at all anymore.
She unconsciously trailed her spoon through the uneaten eggs on her plate as she thought. It infuriated her to be ignored. She had never been able to stand that. Her marriage to Bill had been good in the early years, but for the past few they had become more like roommates than lovers.
"So, you are flying off to Tahoe, and just leaving me here alone again?"
"Business is business, hon," he answered. "If you're bored, why don't you drive up to the lodge with some of your friends?"
"But I wanted to go with YOU," she purred. Her slippered foot slid beneath the table and edged up into the leg hole of Bill's slacks, rubbing his ankle.
"Maybe we can go next month," he said, moving his leg back out of her reach, "after things calm down a bit." Bridget fought back tears as her husband rose from the table, downed the last of his coffee, and walked to the door.
"Is SHE going to Tahoe?" The words were out before Bridget realized what she had said, and they hung there in the air like smoke. Bill physically stiffened for a moment. His back was toward her, but Bridget knew that his jaw muscles were clenching the way they always did when he was annoyed.
"I'll try and give you a call from the hotel tonight," he said brusquely, his eyes still avoiding her as he walked out of the breakfast nook and out to the garage.
Bridget sat alone at the table. The huge house was as quiet as a church. The branches of the oak trees swayed in the morning breeze as she looked out the large bay window into the back yard. The crystal clear water of the pool glinted in the bright sunshine, but Bridget felt as if a dark cloud had covered everything. No matter what she tried, Bill had become more and more distant and uninterested in her. 14 years ago, she had been the happiest girl in the world. William Wentworth III, 10 years her senior, had literally swept her off her feet when she was a new assistant with the firm. Romance, adventure, a rich lifestyle.....it had all seemed like a dream to a young girl right out of college. And now, she was more alone than she ever could have imagined. All the money and all the parties in the world could not take the place of the romance and passion that had drained away from their marriage over the years.
And now, Bill had taken to going on week-long business trips accompanied by his secretary, Brenda. It would have been one thing if the matter had been handled more discreetly, but Bill's infidelity was common knowledge around the influential Brentwood social scene. Bridget pretended in public not to know about her husband's extracurricular activities, but the shame of the public humiliation was almost too much for her to bear. She had redoubled her efforts to save their marriage when she first began to suspect her husband of cheating. Bridget had even suggested that they go and see a marriage counselor about the problem, but Bill had just grunted and discounted the idea. Instead, he had suggested that she take a class in folk dancing at the community college if she was so bored.
Folk Dancing.
"Fucking Bastard," Bridget muttered through a mist of tears.
"Que?" came a quizzical voice from behind her.
Bridget jumped in her seat at the sound, spilling her orange juice.
"Shit! Maria, you startled me!" she said, turning to look at the plump little maid that had entered the room.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Wentworth," answered the Hispanic woman, "but I didn't think you were still here. Will you be going out today?"
"Yes. Marjorie and Beth are meeting me for lunch at The Club to talk over plans for the Arts Festival."
Maria glanced up at Bridget as she dabbed up the spilled juice from the white tablecloth. "Are you all right Mrs. Wentworth?" she asked, a look of concern on her warm face.
Bridget's deep blue eyes were slightly red from the tears that she had refused to allow to fully flow. She sniffed and looked away from the older woman's stare. "Yes.....I'm fine, just my allergies acting up a bit," she lied. She rose from the table and pulled her silk robe more firmly closed about her body.
"Oh, and Mr. Wentworth will be out of town this weekend again, ....... so I'm driving up to the Lake Lodge this evening. Why don't you take the weekend off and go see your grandchildren. There is no need for you to hang around here with us both gone," Bridget said as she walked away toward the hallway.
"You are going by yourself, Mrs. Wentworth?" the old woman asked, the motherly look of concern still present on her face.
Bridget smiled as she looked back at the dark-skinned woman who had become more like an Aunt than an employee to her. "I'm a big girl, Maria," she said. "I can take very good care of myself. You just go and have a good weekend with the little ones,.... and don't worry about me."
Bridget stood on the flagstone deck of the swimming pool, the summer sun drying her tan body even in the early morning light. The water of the pool was clear and bright as it lapped against the sides of the unusual pool. Bill had paid an exorbitant amount of money for the installation, but the effect was dramatic. Natural stone and plants melded around the perimeter of the water, with a cozy whirlpool/jacuzzi built into the end near a huge boulder-strewn waterfall. At night, the image was particularly impressive, with hidden lights above and below the water giving a magical, romantic feeling. They used to play together here quite frequently.
"Used to" being the operative words. Bill and Bridget had not been swimming, much less "playing" together in the pool for a long time. In fact, as near as she could remember, it had been over a year since they had even made love together. And even longer since Bridget had achieved an orgasm from their unions. Their lovemaking had never been what one would call "adventurous". Bill had always preferred straightforward, quiet, simple sex, and always in the dark. Bridget would have given anything just to have that little bit of excitement back. The passion and spark were just not there. Bill was more like a robot when it came to sex now, and she was sure that the only reason he tried at all was from some sense of obligation. Which, of course, made it all that much more unenjoyable for Bridget.The few close friends that she had confided in about her dilemma all gave her the same advice: leave him. Bridget knew that she should, but the thought of being alone frightened her. Not from a financial standpoint, but from an emotional one. She needed to be loved, almost as much as she needed to love someone. She often fantasized about being swept away by a hero, like those men in the cheap romance novels. Someone who would bring the vibrance and the passion back into her life.
"Where's MY knight in shining armor?" she mused.
She turned slightly and caught her reflection in the tinted windows of the house. She studied her profile in the glass, as if it would somehow reveal an answer to her problems. She was tall, about 5'10", with long black hair that curled in soft ringlets when she wore it down and loose. Years of aerobics and tennis had done more than just fill the empty moments of her life; her body was the type achieved by most only through the magic of cosmetic surgery. At 36 years old, Bridget looked closer to 26. Her skin was smooth and her flesh firm, as the tiny black bikini displayed freely. Her breasts were not huge, but they were well formed and didn't droop. As she looked at herself, Bridget arched her leg and pointed her toe to accentuate her favorite feature: her legs. Long and curved, she had always enjoyed the fact that men noticed her legs. She had a closet full to the brim with various styles of pumps and heels to ensure that her legs were displayed to the best advantage whenever she went out.
Bridget slid the Raybans down to the tip of her nose, revealing a startlingly beautiful pair of blue eyes. "Well...the package seems to be holding up all right," she muttered, "So maybe I DO need to find a more appreciative customer." She glanced at the sun as it rose in the late morning sky.
"Gotta hurry if I'm gonna make it in time for the 'hen scratching'."
That was the term the close-knit group of women at the Brentwood Country Club used to describe their meetings. Most of them considered themselves "business widows", whose husbands were so preoccupied with making money that they paid little attention to their wives' activities. Their outings were harmless enough. Shopping and shows, mostly. Occasionally, they would flirt with strangers in the private bar at Brentwood, but it never went farther than that. Today was Friday, and Bridget was going to be late for the usual lunch meeting at The Club if she didn't hurry.
Walking to the French doors off the pool deck area, Bridget opened them and stepped into the master bedroom of the palatial home. The room was dark and cool in contrast to the bright warmth of the patio. Thick white carpet cushioned her feet as she walked noiselessly to the walk-in closet beside the bed.
"Hmmm...What to wear?" she thought to herself. She leafed through the racks of outfits lining the walls of the closet. She would probably be leaving for the lodge right after lunch, so she should probably just dress in slacks and a blouse, with some comfortable shoes. But she didn't feel like being practical today. She pulled out a long slinky black strapless dress, with a long slit up the side. Then hesitated and put it back. "That's a little TOO much," she giggled aloud.
"Ahhh...that's it." Bridget selected a light summery dress with a subdued floral pattern. The collar was high and wrapped around her neck with an opening that framed the hollow at the base of her throat and the upper swell of her breasts. The waistline was perfect for showing off her hourglass figure, with the hem of the dress reaching about to her knees. Just enough to showcase her legs with the addition of the pair of white leather pumps that she pulled from the shelf as she left the closet.
Tossing the dress and shoes on top of the bed, Bridget padded over to the dark oak dresser. She slid the top drawer open and studied the lingerie before her, absently chewing her lower lip as she made her selection.
"What difference does it make what underwear I pick?" she thought to herself. "Nobody is going to see it anyway." She reached for a pair of cotton briefs and a standard white bra, but her slender hand hesitated in mid-motion.
"No," she whispered aloud, "my Knight will find me someday. And it wouldn't do at all for me to greet Him wearing Grandma Undies." She smiled to herself as she ran her hands over the delicate black satin and lace bra and thong set that lay in one corner of the large drawer.
Any man she met at The Club during lunch would be off-limits. Even if she gathered the courage to act on her passionate urges, she would not be as crass as Bill had been. Once at the Lake Lodge, she probably wouldn't see another soul, so the odds of her finding her "hero" were virtually null. Still, even the thought of a possible romantic, sensual encounter was enough to warm her in places that had long been neglected. She removed the flimsy items, pushed the drawer half closed, and then opened it again. Reaching to the back of the drawer, Bridget probed until she found the garter belt and a pair of sheer stockings.
"Might as well go for broke," she giggled. |
5,165 | Dungeon of Desire | "If you do pee in my bed, I'm sending you straight back to Sauron," Miriam warned me. She wore a simple summer dress, and her hair was caught up loosely in a chignon, but I had no doubt she could enforce her will upon me if she wished. I wore a dog's collar. She, as if to keep some symbol of authority upon her, carried a long, slim riding crop in her fist. It was freshly polished. I gazed at it, and she watched me.
"Go ahead, do it," Dick laughed. "I will if you do." Miriam, looking like she must enforce her will somehow, put a hand on young Dick's tousled head and leaned over him. Her big bosoms nearly spilled from her open-necked dress, its buttons more undone than done, barely containing the weight of her full breasts as all but their nipples hung forth. Carefully, looking quite grave and mature, Miriam slipped her riding crop under Dick's penis and lifted its elongated length. "Such a delightful young penis you have here, young man..." Miriam said. "I should hate to have to hurt it."
Dick trembled. I think something changed in him as he watched his big penis hefted up by Miriam's crop, held stiffly in her small fist. I gazed, fascinated, as she ran her crop in a sawlike fashion under the halfway point of his shaft, as if to cut it in two. Then she slid the crop down to the tip of his penis. She caught the crown of his huge knob in the loop at the end of her crop. She tugged on him. He was trapped, lightly, within her crop's loop. Then she delicately brought her free hand down and, nimbly, used her nailed fingers to detach him from her loop. She swung the crop freely. He watched, his eyes big.
"A man is coming to fuck me," she said to Dick. "Otherwise I'd make you pee, and I'd torture your big penis all night for it." She stood upright, looked at the window, ran her fingers through her hair. "And all afternoon. And forever, probably, but this man is most jealous, and I cannot let him see you. You must leave, dear boy, and you too, Kelly. All of you must go now. Playtime's over. Back to the real world and real things." She turned, and I saw her bottom sway within her dress as she moved. It was a large, fully shaped woman's bottom. She looked back over her shoulder at me and then, watching me, she slapped her own hiney with her riding crop. "He's most severe," she teased me. "You'd never be able to stand him."
And then she left. Leaving, though, thoughts behind in my mind. I was trembling with some untouched need, something I'd only tested a little before, something which still lay dormant within me. I had to have someone break through to it, and I knew if he did, I'd melt into myself in a pool of bliss, and I'd die.
He'd birth a new me. I wanted the baby. I glanced at Dick, longing in my eyes, but I knew he couldn't break through for me. He was only good at spearing hymens, physical barriers, not breaking into a girl's psychology. Yet, he could help.
I think, somehow, he knew what I was thinking. As if to bond with him, with my fate, I let my pee (with some trepidation and difficulty) spritz from my peehole. It flooded the bed between my thighs. My cunny made water. Dick watched, and then, as if tacitly agreeing with what I must do, he peed too. Our companions laughed as we added to the wet spots already on the bed, most significantly.
"Take me. Protect me," I whispered to Dick when we were done. We sat like children, apart, our legs spread on the white sheets of the bed.
"You know I can't protect you," Dick replied.
"Take me anyway. I want you to watch," I urged. I really did need him.
"Who will protect me?" he asked.
I smiled. "You're a big strong guy," I said. I licked my lips.
"So's Sauron," he answered.
"Come on, let's all take a bath together," the honey blonde interrupted. The strawberry redhead nodded her agreement but asked, "Where?"
"Outside, on the grass. We can all bathe together out there. It's nice and warm," the blonde answered. I looked at her. We didn't even know each other's names, yet we were all nude together. She smiled at my blonde hair, and we shared dumb blonde thoughts, sisterly thoughts, just our eyes speaking. Beside her stood her lover, a newly minted Officer with his cock erect and ready for action.
I decided to join them. Rising, I snagged Dick's penis between my fingers as I left the bed. I made him follow me. I held him by his lone fleshy rein, his genital-rein. He came after me like a big horse, his feet heavy on the stairs, his breathing a little labored (from passion!) as he followed me with his dick in my hand. The blonde and the redhead copied me, leading their Officer lover by his penis, both of them holding him.Another great shot in the Cindy and John pictorial is on page 56. It shows Cindy, her mouth agape, about to receive an emission from John's penis. Yet another photo I liked is on page 59. It shows Cindy licking John's cock. But you also see, in the same photo, her long, lovely neck, stretching forth to suck him. And you see her slender, naked back, plus her sumptuous bare bosoms.
I mention particular photos in the Cindy and John pictorial for this reason: the 'important' photos, of Cindy licking John's cock, mostly didn't turn me on. Sure, they're great for helping little kids understand what Clinton (allegedly) did with Monica. But, aside from that, they're not much fun. I've seen tons of dick-licking photos in porno magazines and am quite tired of looking at them. But the shots I've detailed above are new, fun, and interesting. If you're making porn, it's important not to just recycle the same old poses again and again. Photos of splayed cunts and licked dicks are as common as weeds. But, with a little ingenuity, as Swank displays in some of its photos this month, an old, tired subject can be given new life.
Cindy reappears, in the "Uncensored All Girl Lickfest," on page 84. (She has a different name in this pictorial, but it's the same girl. She's the one holding the camera.) The "lick fest" is a standard girl-on-girl pictorial, but again Swank saves an otherwise boring pictorial with the inclusion of new and creative shots.
For instance, right at the start of the pictorial, a blonde in a white bikini is baring her breast. Despite the fact that all four girls will soon be licking each other, I sense a tad of jealousy in the face of another blonde, in a silver bikini. She's staring at the blonde's bared tit and seems to be thinking, "Oh, she thinks she's so hot... just because she has such nice tits."
It's exciting to think that these girls could be envious of each other! I can imagine girls at a real orgy being like that. Eager to fuck, yet jealous also. This is the sort of emotion that's important. It makes this pictorial seem real. The worst sort of pictorial would be what you usually see... paid harlots, who couldn't care less about getting naked, and aren't even thinking about what they're doing as they engage in the most 'intimate' of acts.
Another nice photo begins the "lick fest" pictorial. It's of all four girls, still 'clothed' in their bikinis, gazing up with innocent eyes at Cindy as she photographs them. It's another way of saying, "These are real girls, with real emotions."
Of course, a porno magazine wouldn't be any fun if the most innocent-looking of girls didn't get down and 'do it'! These girls do, on the following pages, beginning with some lovely shots of the blonde being stripped of her panties and bra (pg. 86). Also on page 86 is a fantastic photo of Cindy kneeling. You see her mouth, open in wonder, gazing at the blonde's twat. Even more exciting, you see her bare bottom, her bare legs and bare feet. The fact that Cindy is barefoot adds to her naturalness. If she were wearing high-heels in that photo, I think it would be less sexy. But those bare feet, with her bottom jutting above them in all its wonderful, naked, cheek-split glory, is the best photo in this issue!
Sadly, the "lick fest" pictorial loses its way on the following pages. Sure, there's a great shot of the blonde screaming, as she's invaded by her cunt-mates' fingers and tongues. But there are also some boring, 'standard' photos, images that are little more than explorations in gynecology. (Or butthole-ology.)
How wonderful it would have been if these girls had wound up taking playful swats at each other with a riding crop! Or, they could have inflated a baby pool (with their succulent mouths) and played in it. There is no reason why a pictorial has to stick to just one subject. Why do photographers seem to concentrate on just one thing? Like, you know, "this is a pictorial about sex and food." Or, "this is an all girl lickfest." Fuck that! Put lots of stuff in your pictorial! Sure, you'll have to make the pictorial longer, but so what? Editorial judgement should tell you: "This is a good pictorial. Heck, we could devote half the magazine to just these four girls, having sexy adventures."
Note: I do NOT mean, in saying the above, that the girls should have a series of separate adventures. That would be a return to the same, tired formula, of 'one subject' pictorials. They could do everything in one afternoon: strip, lick, spank, and swim. The pictorial could be 20 pages long, showing the girls getting progressively more kinky and messy. But, always, there should be a strong element of naturalness in the photos. The viewer should think, "This could really happen, to real, innocent girls." Maybe the girls are cooped up in a boarding school. Maybe their boyfriends are away, in the Army, in Saudi Arabia, and they decided to make a sexy video for them, and got carried away. Whatever. As long as they don't look like uncaring hookers. That we've seen far too much of in porno magazines.
(One could, of course, make a magazine featuring tawdry older women who absolutely don't give a damn. In that case, you would want to focus explicitly on that. But you must decide what you want! Too much porn is just 'whacked out,' without any regard for an artistic vision.)
Another fun pictorial in this issue is "Sonya and Josie" (pg. 20). This pictorial isn't as creative as the others (just two girls in bed), but it does have one or two nice shots. Specifically, a 'butt fucking shot' on page 22, plus a shot of Sonya gazing anxiously down at Josie as Josie licks Sonya's twat. (Also on page 22.)
Which brings up an important point: girls, OPEN YOUR EYES when you're doing girl/girl pictorials. Sure, there are some photos, where the characters will be so overwhelmed with lust that their eyes will necessarily be closed. But, far too often, I am seeing girls with their eyes completely closed throughout the pictorial. How stupid! If I were having sex with a girl, I'm very sure my eyes would be open! I'd be like, "Whoa, there's her tits!" and, "Look! Her cunt!" Do you think if Beavis and Butthead were having sex with a girl their eyes would be closed? Heck no!
Now, since I don't have enough money to make my own porn, allow me to give away a few of my ideas. Here are some things I'd like to see in a future issue of Swank:
1. One girl brushing another girl's teeth. Make sure both girls look sweet and innocent. Also, make sure you can see the bare bosoms of both girls hanging down. Have the girl who is getting her teeth brushed wearing a bright ribbon in her hair.
2. One girl douching another.
3. One girl wiping another after she poops on the toilet.
4. A girl eating with a too-short bib around her neck, so that you see her lovely bare bosoms.
5. A girl at a party, being initiated by being made to drink Castor Oil. Then, so she doesn't make a mess, she has her bare bottom powdered and fitted into diapers. (With pins, of course!)
Remember to emphasize the softness and intimacy of feeling that exists between the girls. Also, they should look extraordinarily pretty. There should, in addition, be a sense of competitiveness between the girls in some of the photos. Is the brushing of teeth a loving act between two girls, or a 'mother' girl brushing the teeth of a bratty 'baby' girl? It's up to you, Swank!
The important thing is not to simply grind out shots of naked people. Use your imagination! If you can't think of anything, just go to some college or high school and find some nerdy guy. Some guy who's never had sex. He'll be full of all sorts of wild, creative, fanciful ideas you can try. Some will be a little 'exotic'. Some might violate the Hatch Act. But, on the whole, he'll probably have some pretty great ideas.
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4,611 | LYNDUKE: +++Barbara Loves Anal Sex+++ | "Scream all you want, Barbara," Bob whispered into her ear as he attempted to mount her from behind, both on hands and knees in the doggie style position. Bob had applied a tiny drop of KY on the outside of her rectum. Just enough lube to work the head of his shaft just inside the anal ring. Not really enough to allay her fear of the pain that was coming. But he found the anal orgasm with the most pain gave the deepest, longest, strongest, and most satisfying climax. Therefore, he skimped on the lube. Most people would find more comfort with half a tube of KY. But Bob was going for quality, not comfort. Ultimately, she would find her comfort when she got her climax. And that is what he was going to assure - a totally perfect and complete rectal orgasm that wrenched her entire body. With that, he thrust forward viciously, burying his huge erection in the tight, rubbery confines of the little 5' brunette's bottom. She had earlier asked him to penetrate her anally, without letting up when she told him to stop.
"Oh God," Barbara wailed as humiliation began to merge with the pain. He was moved by her tears. Indeed, seeing her suffering made him love her more and more and more, as he could comfort and assuage her more. A loving, aching feeling was deep in his heart - an aching need to give her total satisfaction, even though in the short run, it would be a bit painful. And he had promised to complete this act even if she took back her request for sodomy. A feeling of total helplessness washed over Barbara like a tidal wave as Bob sunk his rod to the hilt, his big hairy balls slapping luridly against her lovely butt cheeks.
The black butt plug stuck out of his ass a little and gave him additional pleasure.
"UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!! ….PLEASE, you have to stop. I can't do anal. I thought I could, but I can't. If you take it out, we can do anything else you want. ANYTHING!"
But Bob already had what he wanted most in the world: His thick cock forcing its way into a tight, virgin, unwilling ass. One of his hands reached her pussy and diddled her clit. This helped to relax her and concentrate her focus on getting hornier. "Pinch your nipple, Darling, it will help you bear the pain till I get inside and make you cum." She did as directed. He began to screw part way in and out of the narrow rectal passage, bringing further cries of distress to her trembling lips. She cried out loud like a baby, sobbing hideously, but part of the cry, he knew from past sessions, was the start of a cry for joy, she was in the throes of conversion to orgasm. She had earlier taken 2 thorough soap suds enemas and a rinse enema to prepare her back door just for his use, and his alone. He bumped against her over and over, loosening her up. Then he began to brutally lunge into her soft buns, with his throbbing bone again and again, buried to the hilt in her rectum. Her arm and leg muscles collapsed, and Barbara went limp, and fell over the pillow he had placed beneath her. Much to her delight, she found the pain easing the more she relaxed and collapsed. Soon she was up on all fours, pushing back to meet the ramrod. Not long after, she was screaming "harder Bob!!!, you're all the way in, fuck me more. Hurt me more". All of a sudden, there was the beginning of an orgasm deep within her bowels, and it grew larger and larger. When it hit, her clitoris was spasming as much as her rectal walls and uterus. She felt his jism burn her insides. And then they both collapsed in a heap. Happy. He took a wet towel and lovingly washed her bottom off. Put his mouth on her clit and teased with his tongue for a minute. Then he gave her a sip of his drink, for she was very, very thirsty after that hearty ordeal. With tears staining her happy face, she took his face in her hands and kissed his lips tenderly. And for the first time ever, by this strong, loving man, Barbara was totally and completely sexually satisfied. |
4,619 | Irene Chapter13 Last one | "Okay, girls, how shall we do this? I think maybe the best deal would be to go up to Irene's room where we will have more room to sprawl some bodies around. Irene, is the book still in your room?"
"Yes, Dad, it's there. All of us can lay on the bed and you can use one of us as the sample to show Elaine whatever you want. Or maybe even a couple of us to show her some differences in girls' pussies. We have gone through this before, so we know pretty much what will go on. Elaine can watch as you go through the parts list on the pussy and explain what they are and what some of them do."
I said, "Okay, let's all go up and get settled. We can begin with the bit about all the parts and go from there." So we all went up the stairs into Irene's bedroom. The girls got on the bed, and I picked Irene as the sample for Elaine to look at as I went through the class. She got set up on the bed with her legs apart and her pussy ready. I took one hand, as I had before, and opened it up wide. Elaine opened her eyes quite wide, staring at the pussy. "Gee, Mr. Stone, I've never seen a pussy open like that before. It's all pink and wet looking. This is very interesting already."
I started at the top and showed her each item and explained what its name was and what its function was. When I got to the vagina, I paused and said I had forgotten something. Letting go of her pussy, I went downstairs and picked up a package I had brought home, and took it back up with me. When I got there, I told the girls I had a surprise for all of them. I opened the package and took out a speculum and showed it to them.
"This, girls, is a speculum, the instrument a doctor uses to open your pussy for that horrible exam you all hate. I thought I would show you how it works and what he sees when he does the exam. It might give you an idea of what he does and how, and maybe the next time you won't be so nervous because you will know what's coming. I'm going to insert this in Irene's pussy and show you what the inside of the vagina looks like. So watch closely, and you will all have a chance to get close and have a good look. Irene, I have several of these, and you can have a look at one of the other girls' insides. Okay, girls, I explained to you about the parts of the pussy you could see. Now we'll look at one that is hidden inside called the cervix. It is actually the opening in the abdomen that the baby comes out of during childbirth. It is the neck of the uterus, also called the womb. It isn't very large as you will see, but it expands a great deal and stretches enough to let the baby through to the outside. The reason childbirth takes so long is to let that neck stretch large enough. Because it stretches so far, it also is what causes a lot of the pain during childbirth."
"I'll put some lubricant on it and insert it in the pussy, and that will open the pussy enough so you can see inside to the back where you will see the cervix, a little round finger-like thing sticking out of the wall of the vagina. It's maybe a little larger than your thumb. So, here goes, and Irene, don't be afraid, this won't hurt at all. Just relax as much as you can. That will help the muscles at the opening expand." I put the lubricant on and gently inserted it in her pussy, then opened the mouth of the pussy as far as needed to see the cervix. I put the latch on to hold it open and stepped back. "Okay, girls, have a peek. You can also see all those membranes that make up the walls of the pussy." Gail and Elsie moved up close with Elaine and peered in, taking turns at looking in the narrow opening in the speculum. A bunch of 'Ohs' and 'ahhs' followed, and each girl had a good look inside. When they were finished, I asked if they saw the little hole in the middle of the cervix. They all nodded. "Okay, that is what the doctor is looking at when he does the exam. He uses a small scraping device to scrape some cells off the inside of that hole as well as the outside. He puts the scrapings on a microscope slide and sends it to a lab for inspection to see if there are any cancer cells there. So, it takes a couple of days, and then you call his office, and they tell you the results. That's all there is to that part of the exam."
I removed the speculum from Irene's pussy and asked if anyone would let Irene see theirs inside. All three hands went up. Irene said she would like to see Gail's pussy, so Gail moved onto the bed and got into position. I showed Irene how I had opened her pussy and latched the speculum open so she could take her time and have a good view. She was very surprised at how it looked inside. "I never really thought about what it looked like inside, it was just there. Wow, that's great. Dad, I can't thank you enough for all this. It was really an eye-opener for me. I'll bet we are the only four girls around that have seen that."
I told them that this was to be kept a secret, no mention of it outside this room. "Otherwise, I might have a line around the block of other girls wanting to see it too. They can watch the doctor if they ask to. Usually, he will let the nurse hold a mirror and props them up so they can watch the whole procedure. You girls can do the same. The only difference will be you can see him take the samples and put them on a slide. But now you know what goes on down there when you go in for that terrible exam. It isn't really so terrible now that you know and have seen what he does. So, are there any questions? If not, I'll take that thing out of Gail and let her relax." The girls looked at each other and shook their heads no. I removed the speculum and put it away. I told the girls that now I wanted them to all look at each other's pussies and note that each one was different, some were larger in some areas, some had larger inside or outside lips, some had the pee hole in a different spot. They all began to check out each other in pairs.
They all had a good look and then looked at me for direction. Irene told me she was very glad we had a chance to see all these things. "That puts us in a very select group of girls. We know what's down there now. I guess now is the time that Elaine gets her big surprise, huh? I know I am ready for it, and I think the other girls are too, so let's begin the big adventure."
I went through the same procedure I had with the other girls, and we had a great time watching Elaine as she had her first orgasm. Then the others listened to Elaine as she tried to describe the feeling she had during the orgasm. "I lost all track of time, and my whole body just went off by itself. It was like being on a cloud somewhere. I could feel all those contractions and the things my pussy was doing, but couldn't do a thing about them. That was truly amazing, the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. Wow, I sure am glad I came here today! This will change my whole life for sure. Irene, I owe you and the girls, and especially your dad a biiiiig thanks for giving me this education and that GREAT surprise you talked about. I can see now why you kept it a secret all this time. I can see a very bright future that wasn't there before. I had heard all those stories from girls about how their sex games went, and I wasn't sure I even wanted to try any of them. Some of the girls painted a rather bad picture about how it hurt, wasn't any fun, and things like that. Now I know it can be wonderful when done with the right person."
"Elaine, you have had a great adventure."But it isn't something you want to spread around everywhere. What happened here today must stay here. I don't want any repercussions from parents, and I don't need a long line of girls waiting for their turn. And remember, don't have any kind of sex play until you get on the pill to protect yourself!
The girls all nodded and said they would be very, very careful. After that, each had their turn, and a fine time was had by all.
This brings to an end the saga of Irene and her friends. They eventually acquired boyfriends and had a great sex life. I have attempted to bring you a story combined with some education and humor. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks to all of you who wrote and expressed your views of the story. There will be more stories at a later date.
Matt H. |
4,499 | Mirror Images | "Sorry I'm late," I apologize. "I missed my regular bus."
"No problem," you reply as you take my coat. "I thought it might have been something like that."
You smile at me, kiss me lightly on the lips, and stroke my cheek. "You're here now - that's all that matters."
I kiss you back, more passionately this time.
"Take your clothes off," you remark as you begin to remove your own. A little surprised, but happy, I do so. Then you lead me into the living room where there is a large mirror. We stand in front of it.
"What's this?" I inquire.
"You'll see," you respond.
Before anything else can be said, you are on your knees before me, your hands on my cock and balls. Then your mouth closes over the head, and you begin to suck it.
I gasp at the sight of our mirror images - like watching another couple going through the motions - as your head bobs in and out, your lips skimming across the shaft of my cock, and it grows harder and straighter.
I pull myself out of your mouth, pull you around in front of me. We gaze at each other in the mirror - your hand gripping and pumping my cock slowly, my own hands running over your breasts, squeezing your nipples, then sliding down your belly to your pussy. Your head leans back against my chest, and we watch the reflection of my hand thrusting in and around your pubic hair, and you feel it upon your clitoris.
You watch as I slide down and situate myself beneath your legs. In the mirror, you see my tongue flicking out, finding and licking your clit. You raise your leg to get a better view, and even as you watch, you feel my hot mouth seeking your bud, sliding back and forth along your vaginal lips.
I rise, bend you over. We both look in the mirror as I slide my cock into your cunt from behind, and you feel its thickness inside you. I shove backwards and forwards, my thighs slapping wetly against yours, your breasts swaying in time to our rhythm.
I pull out of you again, turn you and raise your leg onto a chair. I move in between your legs so that you can see my cock in the mirror as it slips into that warm nesting place between your thighs, there to slide in and out once more, the head and shaft glistening with cum-dew as they appear and disappear.
I retrieve my member once more, fall to my knees and use my tongue on your most private parts, thrusting and sliding across your clit and labia, stabbing into your sex until you cry out and your body begins to shake above me. Your body jerks, and you push my head into your cunt with your hands, and I thrust and lick and suck with my tongue and mouth until you finally stop.
Now you are on your knees in front of me again, your hand wrapped tightly around my cock, pumping it with swift, smooth strokes, your tongue and teeth licking and running over the swollen head until I begin to groan aloud. Yet still you jerk my cock with your hand, watching in the mirror as my hot jism spurts onto your breasts in long thin streams, running down like rivulets to encircle your nipples. You lift one of your breasts with your hand, lick my love-juice from it; and I drop down, cover the other breast with my mouth, suck the remaining jism from its jutting teat.
You embrace me with your arms, hold me close, and I feel the fast beating of your heart within your chest. We both feel loved and wanted and needed, and I return the hug and kiss you passionately. |
4,502 | Time Out Of Time (Chapter 49) | "God, I'm tired," Christi muttered as we passed through the doors. Her whole body ached from the games.
I checked my watch. "You've only been up for six hours."
"Six hours? My God. It seems like forever."
I looked at her. "I'm still full of energy."
"You would be. You haven't been nude, chained and forced to endure abuse for six hours."
I just smiled at her and she stuck out her tongue.
"Jane?"
"Yes?" she answered cheerily. Glad to be away from the store.
"Do you know how to drive?"
"I don't have a license."
"I doubt if any cops are going to stop us. And if they do, your lack of a license will be the least of my problems. Can you drive?"
"My boyfriend let me drive his car once. But Christi drove us here. Why me?"
"Christi claims she is tired. Tired drivers cause accidents."
"And drivers without licenses don't?" she raised her eyebrows. I shook my head. Her sarcasm was going to cause her trouble in the future. I ignored it this time. To be honest, it didn't bother me a lot.
"Do you think you can drive us back to the hotel?"
"I guess. If I don't have a choice."
I considered having her drive. I didn't particularly want her without her steel bands. She still looked ravishing in those restraints. Inexperienced driver. No license. Nude. Strange car. Hands bound. Odd driving conditions. Didn't sound like a wonderful situation to me. And I wanted to get back to the hotel. Walking, though pleasant, wasn't in the plans for today. Perhaps later.
I just looked at Christi. She sighed. "OK. I'll drive." Not even bothering to suggest that I take the wheel. She managed to open the drivers door to the Toyota with her bound wrists without too much trouble. Slipping in behind the steering wheel and waiting for me and Jane.
I turned to Jane. "Wrists."
She obediently held her hands up for me. I unlocked her wrists and had her turn around. She reluctantly held her hands behind her back and I slipped the cuffs back on her. She turned around, a hurt expression on her face. The girls really did prefer their hands in front of them if they had to be bound.
"Well, if you're useless to drive, then why should I have your hands in front. This looks much prettier."
I watched as she fought back the tears. Tears brought on by her helplessness. Her complete inability to do anything about her situation. The fact that she had to stand there and allow me to bind her hands behind her. Not having any voice in the matter. She bravely fought the tears and slipped into the back seat of the car. Her eyes looking at me accusingly. She probably thought that she had earned the privilege of having her hands bound in front of her. And truthfully she had. She'd been more than cooperative today. But life isn't always fair. Especially for women under my control.
I slipped the seat belt around her waist and down between her bare breasts holding her safely into the seat. She settled back and closed her eyes.
I climbed into the passenger side and belted myself in as well. "Drive on, James ... er Jamie."
"Where to?"
"Back to the hotel. No rush." I settled back and took Jane's lead and closed my eyes.
I felt the car jostling as the naked woman guided it through the strange world back to the hotel. I opened my eyes as we arrived. Christi just parked in front, an impossibility if the world was running. Damn taxis and such getting in the way.
Christi handed me the keys to the car. I'm not really sure what she did with them last time. As she handed me the keys she spoke, "In case I'm not with you next time you need the car. I don't exactly have pockets anymore." She glanced down at her bare body.
"You have a couple of places to keep them."
"Oh God. Please no." She realized where she might have to keep the keys given that she had no clothing.
I grinned at her and gently took the keys from her fingers. I slipped the key into my own pocket and climbed out of the car as she sighed in relief. Christi managed to get her own seatbelt off, and out of the car on her own. Jane sat quietly waiting for me to come and release her, her hands tied a little more awkwardly than Christi's.
Once we all had gotten out of the car, we walked straight through the lobby of the hotel. Two bare girls and me. Just as we neared the stairs, I stopped them. I pointed back the way we came.
"See that girl behind the desk? Before we leave here, she's going to be spread out between those two pillars. Begging."
Christi just turned pale. "God. You know already that you are going to torture her. God help her."
"Yup. Nipple clamps. The crop against her back as she begs and screams. While you use that wonderful tongue of your's on her puss."
"Oh my God. Please no."
"Not now. Later."
"Is that my punishment?" referring to her bargain to get Kimberly off our timeline.
I just shook my head. "If it was your punishment, the positions would be reversed. You'd be tied to the pillars and begging as you were cropped. The redhead on her knees making love to you. I've got something better in mind for you."
"I'm sure I'll love it."
I idly wondered what the redhead's name was going to be as I watched the lithe nude bodies climbing the stairs in front of me. We entered the quiet suite. I remembered that I'd left Elizabeth and Amy sleeping peacefully in the bedroom. I poked my head in, and they were both still happily asleep. I quietly shut the door, leaving them in peace. For now.
I released Christi's hands. She stood rubbing her wrists, not having been free of the steel bands for a long time.
"Christi?" I addressed her.
"Yes sir."
"I want you to make us some lunch. Peanut butter for you and Jane. One sandwich each. Grilled cheese for myself. Two. And breakfast for Elizabeth and Amy. I'm going to wake them soon. Maybe make them some toast and cereal."
"Please. Can I ask for something. Small?" Christi looked a bit agitated.
"Yes ..."
"Peanut butter sandwiches? Please. I don't like peanut butter. Never have."
"Are you allergic to nuts?"
"No. I just can't stand the taste ... or the consistency," she explained.
"Does it matter what you like?"
"No sir," her face falling. "I'll eat the peanut butter."
The nude blonde wandered towards the kitchen. I heard her begin her preparations to prepare the food.
I guided Jane to the couch. She sat down daintily and settled back into the sofa. Legs crossed. I sat down in the easy chair facing her. She just gazed at me for a few minutes. I could tell that she was struggling with something. Wanting to talk but not knowing how to start. Perhaps afraid of starting. One advantage of having the women nude, their body language was a lot more pronounced. I doubt if they were even aware of it. But I was beginning to be able to tell their moods and sometimes even their thoughts from how they held their bodies.
She opened her mouth and closed it again. Pulled weakly at her wrists.
"Please," she began. "Can a slave beg to have her hands free."them behind her. Please.
"Jane. I like you with your hands back there."
"You don't have any idea what it's like to be in chains all the time.
Please."
"Jane. Something on your mind?"
"Oh God. Can I talk without you punishing me?"
"I'm listening. What's up?"
Tears filled her eyes and one escaped. She shook her head in
frustration. Not
being able to wipe the moisture from her face. I reached forward and
stroked
the tear from her cheek. "Jane," I started. "It's about the store
isn't it?"
I was just trying to get her talking. Normally, I wouldn't make it
this easy
on any of them. In this case, I had a funny feeling I knew what was on
her
mind and I didn't really feel like tormenting her further.
"I'm so confused," her voice low.
"'bout what?" As though I didn't know.
"You bastard. You made me beg."
"Yeah. I knew I could."
"How?"
"What?"
"How did you know? You could do that to me?" She was crying a bit now.
Still
pulling at her bound hands. Her bare feet curling and uncurling her
toes.
"Jane. It wasn't hard. In your position, you can't hide a lot. Your body
gave me all the signals."
"My body. Dammit. If you didn't keep us naked all the time ..."
"I like you naked."
"Don't I know it. And you like making us do things too. And keeping us
bound,
helpless, humiliated. Like animals."
"Hey. I treat you better than animals."
"Not much. We're just pretty, female pets to you. Look at me." That
wasn't
hard. I let my eyes run down her bare body and back up to her face. "I'm
a person over here. Hello? I'm Jane. I have a name. I'm not just an
object.
Put here for your pleasure. I have feelings. I hurt. God, how I hurt
for you.
I'm a human being. I shouldn't be treated like this."
"So you want me to treat you like a human being right?"
"Isn't that just common sense. Please. I'm not equipped to handle
this. I'm
only seventeen."
"Jane. You are a strong girl. You are holding up a hell of a lot
better than
I would in your place."
"Damn right. But do I have a choice? You'll punish me if I don't."
Her eyes widened slightly as Christi walked into the room. Jane
stopped talking
as Christi knelt down by my feet and looked up at me. I guess I could
have
forced her to continue despite Christi's presence, but decided that it
might
be better to continue the discussion in private.
"I'm done. Food is on the table," Christi spoke from the floor at my
feet.
"We're not ready for it yet."
"Oh."
"Would you like to take a shower?"
"God. Would I?" she looked up at me hopefully.
"Two showers in one day. That's pretty extravagant. But I guess you've
been
through a lot. Go shower."
She continued to kneel there. Her face a mask of concentration.
"What is it?"
She gathered up her courage. "Is your slave allowed to use hot water?"
her
eyes exceptionally expressive this time.
She must have really wanted to use hot water. Used her slave talk and
everything. Took a bit of concentration. It was unusual for Christi to
slip into the third person for me. Jane could turn it on and off at
will.
And did.
I had to bite back a smile. "I don't know. A private shower. *And* hot
water?
I'm not sure if you've done anything to deserve hot water." Previously
I'd
always forced the girls to take showers together. Two or three at a
time.
This was unusual letting her take one alone. Giving her time to
herself. She
was pushing her luck and knew it.
"Oh please. This slave begs her master. She doesn't want to use cold
water.
Please. This slave will be good for the rest of the day. She promises.
Please?"
I relented. I couldn't think of anything that she'd done lately that
required punishment. Maybe she actually would behave for the rest of the
day. I nodded at her. "Go have a hot shower."
She didn't need to be told again. She climbed to her bare feet. She
tossed
a quick whispered "Thank-you" over her shoulder as she scampered to the
bathroom. Moments later I heard the water running and her softly
singing
to herself in the shower. Some Aerosmith tune, I think. |
4,511 | Faster than Light | "You don't believe me?" Rick asked.
"Well, no. I guess not," said Brian.
"You think I'm going to lie about something like that?"
"Of course you would. Depends what's at stake, but if you had some scheme in mind, you'd say just about anything, Rick."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing."
"Rick, I've known you, what? twenty years? You'd sell your Mom to get some skirt. Remember when Judy was coming down for the weekend and you told Liz that you were going in for surgery . . ."
"All right, all right." Rick's grin confessed to the charge. "But I'm not shitting you this time. I saw Tommy boffing Cheryl."
"Cheryl Sanders?"
"One and only."
"You're a liar. What's the angle?"
"Look. Hey, Steph. Come over here."
"Rick, Brian. What's up?"
"Rick says . . ."
"Wait," Rick interrupted. "Let me remove all doubt."
"About what?" asked Stephanie.
"How long have you known Cheryl?"
"I don't know. Six years?"
"Do you think she'd cheat on Jerry?"
"Never. Not in a million years. You going after married women now, Rick?"
"Nope. Not Cheryl, anyway. Jerry's a friend of mine."
"Didn't stop you when Angie . . . ."
"All right," interrupted Rick. "I just have one question. Does Cheryl have a birthmark on her tit, right there?"
Steph slapped Rick's jutting finger away from her breast. "Well," she said.
"A lopsided heart?"
"Yeah. How did you . . . Rick, did you . . . ?" Stephanie's brow tensed angrily.
"No," Rick said emphatically. "I went back to the house to get my other pair of sunglasses."
"Time to trade the early morning pair for the mid-morning ones?" asked Brian with a smirk.
"Mark sat on the one's I was wearing while I was swimming, funny boy. Do you want to hear this or not?"
"Shut up, Brian," said Stephanie, as she sat down in the warm sand.
"Thank you," said Rick. "I went back to the house and just as I reached for the back door, I thought I heard Cheryl say, 'Fuck me, stud.'"
"Oooh," said Stephanie, leaning forward.
"I stopped dead in my tracks. There was some rustling and a faint moan. Then I thought, I just saw Jerry go with Steve and Allison up to the boardwalk. So then I'm thinking that I must have been wrong, it couldn't be Cheryl."
"But it was," said Steph, anticipating.
"I slowly got down on my hands and knees. I started to crawl toward the window. Then Cheryl shouts, 'What a hot cock!' She was really excited about it."
"I can't believe it," said Stephanie. "Cheryl? I've never heard her say anything dirty."
"I couldn't believe it either. I thought one of the guys had brought some bimbo back to the house. So I crept closer and peeked in the window."
"That is so twisted," said Brian with a smile.
"I wish I had my camera. Now, that would have been twisted. Anyway, I peek into the back bedroom and there's Tommy sitting on the bed with his trunks at his ankles and Cheryl's kneeling in front of him, sucking his dick."
"Wow," murmured Stephanie. "I wouldn't have guessed she'd do anything like that. She always blushes and runs off when we talk about stuff like that."
"Well, Cheryl may not talk the talk, but I don't think it was the first time she'd sucked dick. Very enthusiastic performance. Beautiful titties, too. Bigger than I'd noticed before, and big dark nips. And a birthmark."
"That's Cheryl," Stephanie confirmed, nodding.
"So then," Rick said in a low voice, "she pulls down the bottom of her swimsuit and wiggles her white butt while she's going down hard on Tommy's dick. I thought I'd blow a load, just watching"
"Rick," said Brian, blushing. "I don't think we need to know all the details."
"Shut up," said Stephanie. "Is he big?"
"Not bad," said Rick. "I mean, it was pretty long but slender. I'm no judge of meat, but Cheryl seemed to like it."
"Mmm," said Stephanie, licking her lips. "I wonder if . . ." Manicured nails scratched a gnawing itch under her bikini.
"Well, you'd better get a piece before Jerry finds out," said Rick. "Can you say 'justifiable homicide?'"
"You can't tell Jerry," said Stephanie, suddenly serious.
"Not me," said Rick. "But I've never seen a secret like this one kept quiet long."
"You guys tell Jerry and I'll mess you up," warned Stephanie.
"Capisch. So Cheryl's going to town and I'm thinking Tommy's going to blow but then Cheryl climbs on top of his rod and jams it into her pussy. She was so wet I could smell it."
"Wow."
"She starts riding like she was galloping to freedom. Tits bouncing, Tommy's groaning, Cheryl's just spewing obscenities; "Fuck, suck, bitch, cock, fuck, dick," and then she squeals so loud I thought the whole gang was going to come running up from the beach to save her." |
4,515 | Broken Jedi | "Red Alert! All stations! Red Alert!" shouted a male voice over thousands of comm stations across the surface of Coruscant. "All fighter pilots! Report to your craft immediately!"
New Republic military personnel rushed aboard hover transports and flooded the transit lanes as they rushed to report to their stations at the various defensive sites surrounding the Imperial Palace. Squadrons of X-Wing and Y-Wing fighters shot into the sky on pillars of blue flame as they struggled to meet the advancing Sluggorn attack fleet. A small task force of New Republic warships slid out of orbit and sailed to meet the numerically superior enemy, launching their own starfighters to provide a thin screen. Huge, orb-shaped Sluggorn battlespheres emerged from Hyperspace and spread out in a wide arc formation with the apex pointing towards the New Republic capital. Swarms of fighter spheres spat out of hanger bays, shooting forward to engage starfighter targets. As the capital ships flew slowly towards their counterparts, fighters met in lethal exchanges of laser fire, evading and maneuvering for position while they struggled to kill each other.
"Are the planetary batteries online?" asked Serilda tersely as she watched the battle unfold in the Command Center holotank.
"Yes, Minister. The Navy is preparing the Solar System Array right now. They estimate that the weapon will be ready in twelve minutes," reported an Army major.
"Tell the Navy engineers to hurry, the fleet may not be able to hold for long," ordered Serilda Solo.
"Yes, Minister," acknowledged the officer with a brief salute before he rushed from the Command Center.
"Damn those Slugs to Hell," muttered Serilda with venom.
A Mon Calamari heavy cruiser exploded under the combined fire of three Sluggorn battlespheres. Sheets of blue laser bolts from Sluggorn ships filled the space around Coruscant, destroying any Republic ship in their path. In ten minutes of combat over half of the New Republic warships were destroyed, while the starfighters sustained over sixty-percent casualties. Four Sluggorn battlespheres descended into orbit around Coruscant, then shuddered as dozens of planetary ion cannons and heavy laser batteries opened fire on them, severely damaging their shields. The Sluggorn returned fire with hundreds of concussion missiles, destroying ion cannons and several heavily-populated sections of Imperial City.
"Solar System is deployed and ready," reported a tech officer on the array's command ship.
"Aim the System at the heaviest concentration of enemy ships and prepare to fire," ordered the ship's captain.
"Target locked," said the tactical officer.
"Fire," ordered the captain.
The circular array of mirrors in orbit around the capital flared with reflected sunlight before it emitted a huge beam of destructive energy. The raging column of sunfire engulfed the bulk of the Sluggorn fleet, melting the battlespheres' hulls like soft caramel. The nova-hot assault disappeared in an instant, leaving a score of spheres where once hundreds had floated. The Sluggorn Command Orb staggered away from Coruscant with large stains of melted hull across its surface.
"Damage report!" demanded the First loudly within the smoke-filled bridge.
"Shields down to nine-percent. Primary weapons are offline. There is severe damage on decks eight through fourteen, and engine power is down sixty-eight percent," replied a shaken console operator.
"Open a channel to the orbiting battlespheres. Tell them to use fusion warheads and bombard the planet," ordered the First coldly.
"Yes, sir," acknowledged the bridge officer as he attempted to send a hyperspace message.
"That could have gone better," quipped Captain Berg sarcastically.
"You will be silent if you wish to continue living, human," hissed the First angrily.
"Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood," apologized Berg with a smug grin before he leaned back in his chair and watched the slugs slide frantically around the bridge.
"Send some ships to that damned array and destroy it," ordered the First as he sat back in his Command Pit, then monitored his crew's progress.
Three battlespheres shot towards the Solar System, firing bursts from turbolasers and salvos of proton torpedoes. Large sections of the System exploded in clouds of glittering glass, then the command ship blossomed into a cloud of plasma and metal debris from five torpedo hits. The spheres orbiting Coruscant launched dozens of large, fusion missiles, which slashed down to the planet's surface before exploding in blinding, sun-hot domes of destruction. The entire equator of Coruscant was engulfed by fusion blasts, scouring all life and construction from the world's surface.
"All New Republic defenses have been neutralized," reported a Sluggorn tactical officer.
"Excellent. Deploy dropships immediately to gather as many healthy females as possible," ordered the First.
"It will be done," replied the Tac officer.
"Well, you did it. You seized the capital of the New Republic," congratulated Captain Berg.
"Yes. Unfortunately, I can't hold it. I'll have to settle for taking as many females as I can and Jump out of your galaxy. My expeditionary fleet is in ruins," admitted the First pragmatically.
"Ain't that a bitch," replied Berg with a cold smile.
"I suggest that you take your payment and prepare to leave. The Fleet will be jumping into Hyperspace within the next twelve hours," advised the First.
"Gotcha," nodded Berg as he shot up from his chair and left the bridge.
"Stinking human filth," whispered the First to himself.
Mara Jade lay restlessly upon her soft bed, dressed in a transparent lingerie top and white, lace panties. The room's lights were set on low, barely illuminating the large, silk-draped chamber as Mara lay bonelessly upon her back with arms above her head and legs spread apart. Negligently, the red-haired girl moved her right hand down to her crotch and slowly rubbed her pussy. Enjoying the warm sensations from her bush, Mara rubbed her snatch harder, pulling her panties away from her questing fingers. Mara moaned softly as she squeezed her left breast through the thin fabric of her top, then she pulled the garment over her head and tossed it aside. Reclining against the headboard of her bed, Mara opened her firm thighs and ripped off her panties. Smiling with lust, the beautiful girl slid her long fingers across the surface of her warm pussy, making it throb with hunger. Mara lowered her head to lick her nipples into hardness, then bit her pink knobs wantonly. The horny girl pressed her head back as she inserted a delicate finger into her slit and began thrusting into her clenching fuckhole, making it wet with lubricant.
The naked girl was moaning with pleasure while she inserted a second finger into her dripping pussy, exploring her vagina with erotic abandon. Mara thrust her crotch onto her long fingers, fucking her probing digits as she gasped for air. Sweat glistened on Mara's pale, white skin as she licked her full, red lips and moaned with ecstasy. She removed her cum-drenched fingers, then brought them up to her mouth and sucked hungrily on them, relishing the taste of her own warm honey. Mara sat up, then got on her hands and knees before placing the fingers of her left hand atop her wet cunt. The red-haired girl caressed the firm flesh of her round ass, then she slid her fingers across her snatch before plunging them deeply into her honey pot. Mara grasped the headboard of her bed with her right hand while her other hand thrust into her cunt, filling her fucktunnel with pumping meat. The naked girl's mouth hung open as she grunted and groaned with lust, pushing her ass against her left hand as her fingers were devoured by her ravenous pussy. Mara's large, firm tits bobbed up and down while she finger-fucked herself, then she moaned loudly as she orgasmed, coating her hand with sticky cum. Mara sat up on her knees, then rubbed her jism across her tits before she licked her digits clean of honey. Grasping her own breasts roughly, Mara leaned down to lick her cum from her nipples and tits, arousing herself as she tasted her own sweet flesh.
"Prepare to make the jump into Hyperspace," ordered the First from his Command Pit.
"Sir, enemy ships entering the system!" reported a Tac officer.
"What are they?" demanded the First.
"Imperial Star Destroyers and TIE Defenders. There's a whole fleet of them!" replied the Sluggorn.
"Damn it to Hell!" spat the First in frustration. "Prepare to engage them!"
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