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At the time I met Juliet, I wouldn't be able to predict the direction our relationship took. What started as a modest friendship between two college bachelors, evolved into a reciprocal love, linking a pair of kindred spirits. After months of getting to know each other's interests, we indulged ourselves in the carnal act of love, merging into one single self. "The little death," as many get to know it. How I desire to go back to such brighter days. As I write down these memories, I encounter myself with a lump in the throat knowing where this chronicle is headed.
From what I recall, the signs began to manifest in February of last year; or rather, how it is that I started this maddening descent to the surreal. It was a cold drive home on the main road, even without snow the air alone was freezing the tips of our noses. Nevertheless our time seemed to shorten thanks to our energetic conversation. We had just left a band performance in the downtown plaza. Was it rock or blues? I don't seem to recall. What I remember is the bright-eyed expression Juliet had while they were singing their tunes, as well as her amazement she expressed during our way home. I on the other hand was happy for her, even with my cold blue toes. She was the one eagerly waiting for those guys to come to town, I was a mere casual compared to her. When I couldn't contribute anything of value to that conversation, which was almost half the trip, I made up with jokes about whatever we were talking about. She giggled in response, despite how terrible they were. As the conversation started to die down, I parked in front of our home.
Juliet and I entered the house at lightspeed, wasting no time on the wintry outside. We were welcomed by a pleasant atmosphere, courtesy of our electric heater. As I bent to turn off the machine, Juliet wrapped her arms around my shoulders and started kissing my neck, each kiss getting near my right cheek. I knew how this would turn out, this was her way to ask if I wanted to. After setting the knob to the minimum power, I turned to see her to give her a long kiss. We were still going to need it for a little longer. Without a care in the world, we dropped our heavy coats on the lounge coach as we aimed for our bedroom. Our hands steadily toured the stretch of our bodies, looking for where to get rid of our clothes. We started with our tops, working our way to the bottoms, all while covering each other's faces with tender kisses. That day, it turned out to be a hassle thanks to the countless layers of clothing we were carrying on us. As we struggled to tear down the barriers between the two of us, an idea was creeping from the depths of my mind. I was trying to enjoy the moment, but the doubt was forming in my brain.
<i>Should I say it or should I not?</i> I debated myself. In the end, my courage outweighed my cowardice.
When we dug into the thermal underwear layer, I had to open my damn mouth.
"Jules?" I whispered.
"What is it?" she replied, but she didn't seem interested.
"Wait, stop," I said with more volume as I caressed her short red hair. "Please."
"Are you all right Henry? D-Did I do something wrong?" she asked as she backed away.
"What? No! Not at all. It's just... There is something I wanted to ask you."
"Oh, Henry," Juliet sighted as she spoke. "I love you, but this isn't the right time. We can barely keep up with the rent, and your parents aren't exactly open for a new memb..."
"Wait, that's not what I meant! It's about... what we were gonna do."
"Whew, thank goodness," Juliet wiped her hand across her forehead. "So... you want to try something new, huh? What do you have in mind?"
"I uhm..." I tried to put my mind together, but the words couldn't make it out of my mouth. "I think it's better if I show it to you. I'll be back in a minute."
As Juliet reclined on the bed with a puzzled look on her, I walked out of the bedroom straight to our storage room. After opening the white wooden door, I began to feel the wall in search of the switch.With a bit of light I was able to locate and open the hatch to the cellar. Funny, when we first moved in, not even the landlord wasn't even aware of its existence; it took us three months to notice the holes where the pulls are supposed to go. Eventually we cleaned up the place and used to keep our most valuable goods. Better than a bank if you ask me. After I descended through the wooden stairs, I pulled the chain of the light bulb to finally get a better view of the small cramped room. Despite taking time looking where to step, I found the small cardboard box I was looking for in a corner. Once I had it in my hands, I turned down the lights and made my way with Juliet.
With her "present" in my hands, I got back to the room with my beautiful girlfriend on the brink of falling asleep. Only the sound of my footsteps was enough to open her wide brown eyes, pondering what secret her partner had kept from her. She wasn't prude as some people would assume, but her interests were always considered "vanilla," far from a deviant. That's why before opening the box, I sat in front of her and asked: "Jules, if you don't like what is inside, just tell me. I want you to be comfortable, don't do it because I told you to."
"Henry, relax," she replied as she held my hand. "You don't need to warn me. I won't think bad of you; we are a couple, we are supposed to know each other." She looked me in the eyes and gave me an amiable smile, giving me some tranquility for my soul. "So, what's in the box?"
My hands were gripping the edge of the box, looking for the hidden plans; in no time, Pandora's box was open, and its contents fell on our bed. On the cotton sheets, a mass of latex no bigger than a shoe was in front of our eyes. Its matte black color contrasted tremendously with the challenge of the bed, as if a hole had opened up in the center of the earth. I took one of the rubbery folds at one corner, revealing to Juliet the shape it possessed. What began as a black strip of a little more than half a meter, ended with five appendages of different sizes. As I held the material with one hand, I picked up the second fold to reveal it as the former's twin.
"So, what do you think?" I asked with a little nervousness, fearing a negative reaction from her. My mind was already thinking the worst case scenario when she burst into laughter. It took her a couple of seconds to regain her composure and finally talk about her feelings.
"Oh, Henry. You act all so mysterious, giving cryptic warnings and what not. You make yourself look like something of a serial killer show, and for what? This?" She said as she pointed to the gloves. " Baby there are at least a million people into this kind of stuff, and most of them on a major level. You don't have anything to be ashamed of. Now, let me see."
Relieved from a heavy weight of uncertainty and fears, I helped Juliet to put on the right glove. With my two hands I opened the cuff, and she tried to fit her hand through the hole. Inside the fabric, she squirmed her hand looking for where to put her fingers. Now fitting the palm, I extended the long piece of latex until it surpassed the elbow, sealing the skin under the cloth so tight the arm had a more beefy look. "How do you feel?" I asked her as she looked at her hand.
"Kind of weird. The only thing I feel is the material all the time. My arm is hot right now," she observed as she moved every limb covered by the black material. "I think we need to prove them both on." Just as I was preparing the second glove, Juliet stopped me, "I'll try myself. I'm gonna make myself comfortable in the bathroom. Better get ready," she said as she gave me a flirtatious look, and went to the bathroom.
The moment Juliet closed the bathroom door, I started undressing on the bed. We had already danced this tango several times in our relationship, we were a bit experienced in the choreography. As for physical appearance, we are not frowned upon (we took care of ourselves to a minimum), but we were far from being like the couple in a soap opera. Rather we have a complexion to go unnoticed among the crowd. A couple of normal faces with an average shape, nothing that makes us stand out from the others. Having already shed my clothes, I covered myself with the blanket to wait for my girl.
Five minutes after I covered myself, a soft voice came from the bathroom.
"Are YOU ready?"
"Yeah, I am."
Once the door fully opened, my sight got completely lost at what I was witnessing. In front of myself, a 5 feet tall figure resembling what I considered a goddess stood with such elegance in her flesh. Her legs were firm but at the same time fine, such as the sculptures erected at the park. The expression on her face full of desire was only emphasized by the reddish waves of hair sounding her face. The nipples from her small breast were rock solid, looking for some heat source to relieve themselves. And the coup de gras, leaning on the doorframe, were her slim arms covered by latex, contrasting her pale white skin. With such a sight, I got pretty excited, and she knew.
With a slow and steady pace, Juliet approached me to my bed. She climbed on top of the blanket and crawled her way over me. On her way she noted the bulge formed where my crotch was, and kept a hand near there. Once we were face to face, she caressed me with her right hand; the touch of the rubbery material gave me some spasms, even though it was a cold material my body got warm at the touch of it. Juliet inclined her head a little bit and we started kissing for a while, without separating our lips for a moment.
Suddenly I felt cold, the blanket was no longer on top of my body. The next thing I knew was the feeling of a latex hand rubbing my crotch. The movement started slow but then it got more firm, teasing me with some great sensations. I returned the favor by placing my left hand on her labia giving her the same treatment I was getting. Just as I felt getting stiffer, I put two of my fingers inside of Juliet's pussy and went in-and-out of her. When she started to moan, she grabbed my dick and started to jerk me off. We went on for a couple of minutes, but for us it seemed as time stretched between each thrust.
"Henry, stop," said Juliet as she battled to get the word between every gasp. Just as I let go of her, she released her grasp from my rock-hard member.
After taking a breath or two, Juliet settled herself to be on my crotch; as she lowered her pelvis, she let out a moan louder than the previous ones. She leaned over my head, never breaking eye contact with me. Her latex covered arms were within my reach, I could almost smell the material. Without notice, Juliet started to go on with me, moving up and down her hips like a wild cougar. At the beginning she was slow but as time passed she picked up speed, longing for the next move. As she was getting tired but not satisfied, I grabbed her ass and helped her. Her thighs were getting sweaty so I had to grip with more force to not let go. We were in an avalanche of ecstasy, the pleasure was only rising. The world around us became nothing, the cold was barely a memory of a distant past. We existed as one in a sea of darkness, giving and receiving. The only thing that accompanied us was our voices expressing the joy, getting louder and louder in an arrhythmic piece. And in just an instant, both our hearts stopped beating. A massive wave of delight traveled from our feet to the head. The sweet release finally came to close the curtains to this magnificent evening.
We lay side by side staring at the ceiling, still exhausted from our little experiment. As I turned my head to her side, she looked at me with one of the biggest grins I've seen from her.
"I... loved it."
"That's great... They look... great on you."
"I know it... but I want to take them off now... it already gets pretty hot..."
"Don't worry, let me help," I said as I was pulling the gloves from the tip of her fingers. "But you know, I wouldn't mind them the next time."
"I'll give it a thought. I may get used to them," she said to me with a small smile, trying to look down.
We finally called it a night, took a hot bath, and went to sleep with no problem. How I wish things had stayed that way. All because I handed him that damn box.
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Two hearts beating, the only sound, the slight yet relaxed rhythmical breathing of two souls in the half light afforded by the red numerals on the digital clock. In another time it would have been the muted mechanical ticking of a mantle clock or grandfather clock that tapped out the time in a comfortable yet strangely familiar beat. In this digital age it would appear that this would be a poor substitute yet at the same time this is a warm, embracing and friendly light that softens the darkness, and enhances the warmth.
Two lovers lie embraced closer to each other than the air that surrounds them, limbs entangled in a soft embrace that just whispers contentment and security and breathes safety. The rhythmic rise and fall of their chests belying the deep level of relaxation that surrounds each separately and of them together. Not a line of stress, not a trace of tension anywhere to be found. This bed in this room like a safe harbor protected from the ravages of the outside waters of the world- where currents and waves rage against the rocks of the outer reef.
Safe, warm, heavy and relaxed, and they both know this feeling from many times before so they know that they can achieve this ultimate state of being again and again by merely melting into each other.
The soft flickering of the red digits on the clock seems to beat out the timing of the George Michael song softly playing on the player as the sweet melody swirls, surrounds and caresses their nakedness, like an old friend keeping watch around them protecting them from the dark.
He stirs, slowly but deliberately raises up onto one elbow making sure not to disturb so that he may better see the face of his partner, who sleeps. The fine features outlined by the soft light reflected off the walls. He reaches out and with an outstretched palm he traces the soft cheek, never touching the skin but imparting heat and some of his own personal energy to the sleeping girl. Slowly past the cheek, a finger traces the line of her lips and over her chin across her gently rising chest, with his lightly cupped palm coming to rest less than an inch from the shoulder closest to him. She moves imperceptibly as if she senses the "near touch", maybe it is just the tingle of closeness that disturbs. Down over the gentle shoulders along the arm to the hip that has been gently pushed back to meet his as they lie spooned together.
Gently, ever so softly the palm descends and touches skin, electric like pulses gently surge up through his arm and he is sure it touches his heart. His breath quickens and he trembles at the touch of her. The promise of her softness permeates the air.
She moves without opening her eyes yet her lips part slightly and the breath she has held escapes with a low, sensual sigh. Moving his hand as if it were resting on a bed of fine silk he traces her hips, her soft stomach and her upper thighs. The site of their earlier lovemaking is still sensitive to even the lightest touch. She moves more and turns to allow his hand greater access to those parts of her that cry out for passionate and tender touch leading to her ultimate release.
She too now feels the electricity between them, not great like a surge but gentle and undulating like a low charge traveling just under the surface of the skin. She sighs and rolls her head back, arching slightly as she becomes pleasantly yet agonizingly aroused to his hand. She wants to be touched to be held and to be loved more than she can say but at the same time she wants to postpone the inevitable joining so as to make it last all that longer. To terminate such a glorious feeling too soon would be a sin.
Perceiving her arousal his breath quickens, he wants to move his hands quicker but his heart won't let him. It slows his movement to draw out the pleasure he is both getting and giving from this intimate touch. He never wants it to end and yet he craves fulfillment.... Such is the circularity of human contact. They're moving both together and separately in a dance of sensual expression. He finds her centre and traces the outline of this exquisitely designed chamber, taking care to use just a single finger to plant his energy wherever he touches -- lightly, lovingly with care and deliberation. She rises to his touch and the feelings swell from her love centre up through her body making her breasts swell and tingle, forcing a smile and a "grimace" at the same time to crawl across her face -- Such sweet ecstasy should never end, and she breathes out a low sigh that eloquently speaks of pure sensuality.
Hips and legs rubbing slowly together breathing in syncopation he draws his face close to where he has just touched and ever so softly lays a trail up the inside of her thigh which she has just slightly moved apart in invitation to this gentle invasion. The soft insistent tongue finds its way to the object of his desire, the sweet and fragrant centre of his lady who lies open and desirous in front of him. A taste of sweet nectar! The fragrance intoxicating his mind he delves deeper until he finds her sensual center and there he pays homage to her deepest self. Bewitched by her gentle undulating movements, her deep sighs and urgent breathing he is urged on to finding her deepest desire, then as if almost by surprise she stiffens and arches her back pushing back onto his tongue and is released. The moment savored by both, encircled by heavy breathing and trembling fingers and arms. Holding each other so close that they almost become one. A trembling gasp escapes her lips and is captured by the night, as it travels around the room until it reaches his ears, he has delivered his gift, she has accepted it.
Her eyes never opened, not a word was spoken, it was not needed, the conversation was as complete as it could have ever been with everything having been said and nothing voiced.
Two hearts beating, the only sound, the slight yet relaxed rhythmical breathing of two souls in the half light afforded by the red numerals on the digital clock. Love disturbs, love pacifies, love speaks.
00:00 and the red digits flicker slightly to the beat of the song by Chris De Burgh gently ushering out this act of love .....the music swells, grows and fades as the night once again takes possession of this dance of love...
"Where peaceful waters flow<br> Restless hearts, it has been a long time, <br> Out here on the journey, for a glimpse of paradise, <br> It's getting hard to find a place to go, <br> Where peaceful waters flow;.....
.....And if you don't know by now, you never will, <br> Only love can find the door, <br> If you could see it now, it's in your hands, <br> Only love can reach the shore...."
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Ralph is quite a strange husband: his wife Cora is lesbian, and he has assented to let her have lesbian affairs -- and after several one-night stands, she's settled with a longtime friend named Naomi.
Ralph has never meddled with Cora's lesbian relationships, although he sometimes complain that Cora could have more sex with him, and has joined an LGBT association in order to gain both some understanding about his wife's mindset and get some support, as there isn't a "Straight Spouse Network" chapter in his city.
As in most gay associations, there is a group of drag queens who once ask him to join: he's a good actor, and his experience both in his marriage and within the LGBT association has taught him about "gender bending" and "queer theory" more than all Judith Butler's books.
He accepts the invitation, and this very evening he asks Cora some advice about impersonating a woman. Cora laughs at first, but when she sees Ralph wearing a 48K bra with a couple of fake tits in it, and behaving with her the way he often saw Naomi do, she becomes serious and even somewhat intrigued.
So she goes shopping with him and helps him choose some good dresses, stockings, even make-up; when it's the briefs' turn, she has to enter the dressing room with him and help him choose a model which doesn't squeeze his genitalia too much.
When they've found the best fit, she hands him the lacy bra with the fake tits, and after he has donned it, she kneels down and administers him an unforgettable blowjob. When they're done he asks her, "How could you do that?"
"Darling, when you impersonate a woman you're so convincing that I could even forget you've got a dick and not a twat."
"Wonderful! I've often complained that most evenings you spend with me are sexless. Do you think that if I dressed and behaved like a woman while we are in bed you could ..."
"... Let's pay and come home NOW," Cora says.
Cora has always enjoyed sex with Ralph, but being licked first and then penetrated by him while wearing female lingerie and these enormous breasts gave her the greatest orgasm with a man -- somewhat comparable to Naomi-induced ones.
"Will you come to our show?" asks Ralph while hugging and cuddling Cora, and she answers, "Sure, honey, together with Naomi".
The show is a success, with a group of drag queen marching at the tune of the most famous marches of John Philip Sousa, and Ralph brings the house down by wiggling his real ass and fake tits at the drumbeat of "Semper Fidelis".
Cora laughs heartily, Naomi, who has been a Marine, splits her sides with laughter, while others in the audience don't appreciate the parody, but clap at the performers anyway.
After the show they walk home, with Ralph still cross-dressed between Cora and Naomi and embracing them; Naomi tells him, "You've been really brave. It takes a lot of courage to ridicule all the patriotic myths we Americans have been raised with."
"Only an ex-Marine like you knows their true value," Cora notices, and Ralph says, "My original intent was to mock you, Naomi, but when you started laughing I realized that we shared the same opinion about militarism and botched wars. So we ended up with laughing together at the same bullshit."
"I wouldn't have chosen both of you as my partners," Cora remarks, "Hadn't you shared my opinion on some fundamental issues."
Naomi giggles, and tells Ralph, "Cora has told me that you're going to be a cross-dresser in her bed," and Ralph answers, "She likes it so much! Sorry, Naomi, I love Cora as well."
"It's the first time you say that, Ralph," Naomi notices, "Perhaps you're more than a cross-dresser, and that's why you're so appealing to Cora when you pass as a woman."
"What if I share the bed with you both tonight?" Cora asks.
Ralph says, "I'd like to, but I don't know Naomi's opinion."
Naomi replies, "I don't like threesomes, but if Cora alternates between you and me, we could do that -- by the way, you deserve a prize for amusing me tonight."
Ralph says, "Ok, let's eat something. There is a good restaurant nearby, and they won't mind my cross-dressing".
When they're at home, Cora serves Ralph first, while Naemi sits on a chair near the bed and watches them.
Ralph first undresses himself, but keeps the bra, the fake tits, the garter and the stockings; then slowly undresses Cora and after kissing her in the mouth (something that hasn't been done for several months), sucks her tits, then rims her (thoroughly washed) butt, then licks her twat and eats her clit.
After her double orgasm, Ralph's cock is really hard and can fuck Cora, which takes it in gladly, and squeals as if she couldn't have enough of it -- Naomi too is amazed at Cora's enjoyment, and can't help fondle herself while watching.
Once Ralph has come, Cora asks him to lick her twat clean, and Ralph does that, making her come again; Cora then rewards him by letting him suck her tits again.
Once Ralph is satisfied, it is Naomi's turn, who begins by licking Cora's twat and sucking her tits; then Cora sucks Naomi's tits and clit, and they agree to a 69 which leaves both satisfied and pleased.
Once they're done, they sit on Ralph's thighs and hug him; Cora remarks, "It's a pity these tits aren't real," and Naomi adds, "We could spend the whole days fondling and sucking them!"
"How about my cock?" worriedly asks Ralph, and Naomi answers, "It's just a detail," and Cora adds, "An amazing detail," while stroking it.
Then Cora says, "I've often fantasized about nursing two women at the same time; I could do that with you both, couldn't I?"
Naomi and Ralph look at each other and agree -- so it's their turn now to sit on Cora's thighs and suckle her breasts while their hands tickle her twat and Cora's hands massage Naomi and Ralph's genitalia.
Naomi and Cora easily come, Ralph holds himself back, as he's afraid to smear Naomi with semen and get her pregnant.
Naomi and Cora exchange place -- and it's Cora that tickles her husband's cock; then Ralph proposes, "If you really love my tits, why don't you suck my nipples?"
Cora welcomes the proposal, Naomi is somewhat dumbfounded, but she eventually accepts; Ralph removes all his garments, and discovers that even men can appreciate being suckled; moreover, Naomi dares touch Ralph's dick while suckling, so Ralph too can appreciate double stimulation.
The following evenings the script is perfected: a third of the night Cora makes love with Ralph (and Naomi sleeps alone), another third Cora makes love with Naomi (and Ralph is asleep), the last third the family reunion is celebrated -- Nora never has sex with Ralph, but loves fondling Ralph's dick as if it were a kitten, and nursing him together with Cora.
Such a sex life goes on for months, and Noemi eventually moves in; so Ralph talks to an endocrinologist.
"If I'm not mistaken," the doctor says, "You want female breasts and a functional penis at the same time."
"Yes, you're right."
"Hormones may never do that. The only way to have your cake and let your wife eat it is to have breast implants."
So the next appointment is with a plastic surgeon, who removes all of Ralph's hair below his eyelids, feminizes his face, removes the extra fat from his belly, and implants breast prostheses -- so his breasts grow from 48AA to 48M.
A few months later Ralph goes back to the endocrinologist.
"What's the matter now?"
"I'm apparently lactating."
"Tell me the truth ... haven't you taken some hormones?"
"No ... not to my knowledge."
"This is either a consequence of liver failure ... or of somebody's adding prolactin to your diet."
After a couple of weeks, the guilty party is found: once Ralph asked a pharmacist to mix all the drugs he has to take into a morning and an evening pill -- Cora has been adding prolactin to the pills; constantly sucking his nipples on top of his enormous boobs has done the rest.
"Do you really want to stop lactating, Ralph?" the endocrinologist asks, and he answers, "I'll do that until my women appreciate it."
The endocrinologist then prescribes prolactin to Cora and Naomi too, so they may start an Adult Nursing Relationship among themselves and with Ralph.
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A Gay Pride is being organized, and the chairpersons of the Lesbian and of the Gay association are in a quandary: both male and female Pride-goers are an odd number, and the hotel they're going to spend the night in charges ludicrous amounts for single bedrooms.
"We may ask the hotel to put an additional bed into two bedrooms, in order to accommodate for these two participants," the chairman suggests, but the chairwoman replies, "No dear, we women aren't into threesomes."
"But we can't make them sleep into the same bedroom! You know that Ryan is just gay-friendly, and a self-avowed breast-worshipper!"
"But he has also been claiming that his dearth of sexual activity has eventually made him impotent. Even though Margolis has the largest bust in our association, he may not be able to harm her."
"What if he takes Cialis before going to bed?"
"What if he's taken by surprise and he can't?"
"He may get angry at us."
"We're supposed to be his friends, not his matchmakers. He'll understand."
"Will Margolis understand?"
Margolis actually understands, but she asks, "Should I wear iron panties?"
"Cream panties would be better," the chairman answers, "Since he's lactose intolerant, he may not lick them away."
So the chairpersons pretend that Margolis is to sleep with the chartered bus driver (who is supposed to be a woman), and Ryan alone -- lest he may disturb the scheduled orgies :-)
In the meantime Ryan receives an important e-mail: his application as a sperm donor has been accepted, and as he sees that one of the sperm bank branches is located in the same city he's going to for the Gay Pride, he thinks, "Wonderful -- I can take advantage of the Gay Pride to save a train ticket."
When the party goes to the Pride, the bus driver is actually a male, and when Ryan has to buy an antihypertensive drug at a pharmacy, the chairwoman warily follows him pretending she has to buy some sanitary towels -- but as a matter of fact she's checking which drugs he's really buying.
But, curiously enough, Margolis is sitting beside Ryan in the bus, and cheerfully talks with him.
They talk about gender studies, literature, psychology, history, library science, art and queer artists like Michelangelo, Raffaello, Leonardo, and the like.
When they stop at a motorway restaurant, Ryan invites her to a coffee, and she accepts -- but Margolis only displays sympathy and friendship.
When they arrive at the hotel, Margolis tells Ryan, "I have something to fix at the reception -- you can go to the bedroom, have a shower and go to bed in the meantime".
Ryan wonders why does she speak as if he shared the bedroom with him, but says nothing; once he's done with his personal hygiene, he gets into the double bed with just his boxer shorts on -- it's summer, and he thinks he'll sleep alone.
A few minutes later, Margolis enters, and Ryan says, "Darling, you must have entered the wrong room".
"No, Ryan," Margolis smiles while sitting on the bed and showing him the chip card, "This is our room."
"Oh! Welcome here. Had I known that, I wouldn't have let you see me nearly naked."
"I'm a doctor. Naked people don't upset me."
"But, why did you pretend that you were going to sleep elsewhere?"
"Because we didn't want you to take harmful medication in advance."
"Which medication?"
Margolis giggles, nears to his ear, pressing her breasts against his shoulder, and says, "Cialis."
Ryan giggles in turn and says, "Margolis, I'm only telling you once: Cialis is unnecessary to make love with you. But since you don't want it, I won't ask for it".
"I hope you'll keep your word. Ok, it's time to have a shower and have a good night's rest."
It won't be a good night's rest for Ryan: Margolis hasn't brought a nightgown to wear, and her lacy underwear lets Ryan take a good look at her curves -- he even musters the courage to ask, "Margolis ..."
"What's the matter?"
"Can I ask your bra size?"
"The chairwoman has just lost her bet. She thought you would never ask."
"Sorry."
"42J. What are you doing with that?"
"Nothing. Just fantasizing."
"Good night."
"Have you ever slept with a man?"
"I'm gender-blind. Actually, I have, but I don't classify people into 'males' and 'females'. What about you?"
"Just with women."
"Have you ever had a long-lasting relationship with them?"
"No. I'm unable to connect with women."
"A short-term relationship? Or just a fling?"
"I've had some. But I'm now despairing to find my soul mate."
"You may find her. But telling everybody that you are so sex-starved that you can't have an erection without Cialis won't help."
"I don't think I could be a good partner or a good parent."
"I don't know. Sorry I can't be more helpful."
"Thanks a lot for listening."
"You're welcome, Ryan."
The cellphone alarm goes off, and Ryan tells Margolis, "I'm sorry, Margolis, but I have an appointment now. I have to dress and then take a cab."
"Do you have to meet a woman?"
"Not really. I'm going to donate semen."
"What?"
"I'll tell you later. I must be at the sperm bank in time. Take care."
"I lied. My actual bra size is 40K. You can look at it yourself," Margolis says while removing her own bra and handing it over to Ryan, and keeping her tits and nipples in full sight, with hands on hips.
Ryan puts the bra between his eyes and her boobs, avoiding to obstruct his line of sight, barely manages to find the label on the bra back and reads, "Yes, you're a 40K. I wish you were my wife!"
"Go and discharge your duty, private Ryan!" Margolis says, while nearing him, taking the bra from his hands, and rubbing the tits against his arms.
Ryan does just that, and when he comes back, after one of the biggest orgasms in his life, he finds Margolis in bed, but still awake, perusing her mail through an iPad 2.
"Has everything gone OK?" she asks.
"Yes. Thanks for your help," Ryan says while removing all his garments except his boxer shorts.
"You're welcome. You give semen, I'm going to be inseminated as I want to bear a child. I felt bound to help you."
"Ah. Since you're bisexual, why don't you just seek a man?"
"Because I haven't found a man devoid of male-chauvinist crap so far. I can sleep with such a guy, but I won't trust my children to him. Better to raise them alone -- or with a suitable lesbian partner."
"And the main reason I donate semen instead of chasing woman is that I'm afraid I'll be a bad father."
"You might be better than most parents -- you admit you aren't perfect."
"Thanks. Which sperm donor did you choose from the catalog?"
"The one who impressed me most was a man whose body was far from outstanding, but revealed a lot of candor in his audio-interview -- and even took the pains to tell us which women he'd like to take his semen in."
"Semen donors aren't supposed to do that. They should only donate out of kindness, and a truly generous man doesn't mind who's going to profit from his alms."
"You're right, but such a 'kindness' is dehumanizing -- it's as if the man couldn't care less about the mothers his children will have, and he only regarded us as 'wombs'. My donor's fantasizing about the best mom somewhat moved me, and I decided to try him."
"When will you be inseminated?"
"Next week. Aren't you curious to know what has moved me?"
"I think I already know that. The donor said that he wasn't gay himself, but he was a committed LGBT activist; and since he'd been so unlucky as never to find his soul mate, he's giving all his heart, all his life, all his might to the LGBT movement in order to help people constrained by unjust laws and social homophobia to live a free and proud sexuality.
He admits that his temperament is really excitable, and therefore his offspring needs a balanced and nurturing family to thrive and reward their parents in terms of intelligence and empathy; he is not gay himself, but he may become gender-blind with time ..."
Maroglis is astonished and interrupts him, "... Since homosexuality is not less inheritable than intelligence, he needs an open-minded, witty, intelligent, learned mom -- and since he's also always hungry, a big bust would help a lot.
The best candidate would be a lesbian, or better, a butch, since he's attracted to them. Race and ethnicity won't mind, but he has a slight preference for Judaism, even though he isn't Jewish himself."
They end up the recitation of the interview by laughing and hugging each other; Margolis says, "I noticed that you weren't the stereotypical straight male, and more intelligent than most, even though I didn't realize that you were my favorite semen donor."
"And I'm the happiest man in the world: the woman closest to my soul mate ideal wants to bear a child with me!"
"And not necessarily through a test tube!"
"What you mean?"
Margolis removes Ryan's panties, strokes his dick and remarks, "It's quite big! And fully functional! You love big tits, I love large cocks also."
Ryan strokes her shoulders, her neck and her cheeks, bends her head upwards, puts his lips on hers and they have a French kiss.
As they hug, Ryan removes Margolis' bra, she removes her own panties and asks, "Are you hungry, naughty boy?"
Ryan doesn't answer; he kneels down and begins licking the hairy twat of Margolis, bringing her to pleasure, and making her lie on the bed; he spreads her legs wide open and penetrates her making her squeal of pleasure.
He has a very long fuse, and he keeps throbbing for more than an hour before ejaculating; when he does, Margolis hugs him and tells him, "You're better than most men and even some women I've slept with!"
"Perhaps because you're really attractive. I haven't met a woman prettier than you before -- not to speak about your intelligence, wit, open-mindedness. I've apparently described you in my ideal semen receiver curriculum!"
Margolis doesn't answer; she keeps kissing Ryan's body, and he eventually bends over her and begins sucking her right nipple. Margolis loves that, and as he arouses her by suckling, she fondles his cock really hard, until she says, "Make love again, and I'll let you suck my left nipple."
Ryan does that -- but his ejaculatory latence grows to two hours, and when he's done suckling Margolis' left tit it's half past midnight.
"I'd like to go on," Margolis says, "But a Gay Pride Parade is really tiring."
"Ok, Margolis," Ryan says, kisses her and they fall asleep hugging each other.
In the morning they have a shower, make love again, repeat the shower, and walk in the parade hand-in-hand; Margolis bears the poster, "Some women are lesbians -- get used to it," while Ryan bears, "I'm not lesbian -- my girlfriend is."
Lots of people giggle at Ryan and Margolis, who don't notice them, since they're busy talking about the children they're about to have together -- and the chairpersons of their LGBT associations wonder what has turned them into a couple.
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Don Bobore Tramatza is a Catholic priest who's been sent to a remote town in Sardinia to inspect Don Zuseppe Mendula's parish, as the latter feels guilty of squandering the religious capital of the town.
Don Bobore questions Don Zuseppe: "Zuseppe, I don't understand what are you complaining about. The last vendetta was carried out forty years ago, well before your tenure; during your tenure there have been no murder and no theft; only prepubescent children gossip, the local schoolchildren have the highest marks in the region and in the nation; the main street in town is as clean as the operating theatres in the provincial hospital ..."
Don Zuseppe: "Have you spoken with the pharmacist?"
Don Bobore: "No. What should she tell me?"
Don Zuseppe: "No contraceptives are bought here, no abortive pills are sold here, but nobody catches any STD, and the number of children per woman is well below the national average."
Don Bobore: "Do you fear that illegal abortions are being carried out?"
Don Zuseppe: "No. Nobody does anything like that. Apparently, every married woman uses 'natural contraceptive methods' ..."
Don Bobore: "You mean, she abstains from sex with her husband when she knows that he may get her pregrant."
Don Zuseppe: "Yes, but the efficacy of the method is nearing 100%. That every woman can reliably predict her fertile days is strange, and that she is never having sex with her husband during them is incredible."
Don Bobore: "I still don't see anything you should feel guilty over."
Don Zuseppe: "You know, Sardinia is the European Union region in which most women are on the pill. Anthropologists think that it's a relic of the ancient times in which Sardinians didn't believe in Christ, but in a female aquatic godhead."
Don Bobore: "There are three sacred wells within the town boundaries -- dating back to about 1,200 BC. Since Sardinians loathe moving, most women in town must be descendants of the ancient worshippers of the well deities."
Don Zuseppe: "Right. As I began my tenure, I felt it was abnormal -- our God is male, not female, and women are his creatures, not his creators."
Don Bobore: "You forget that Our Lord has been born by a woman. You shouldn't despise women."
Don Zuseppe: "You forget what Apostle Paul has said about them. By the way, you know that one of the reasons the Catholic Church supports 'natural contraceptive methods' is that they require cooperation between the spouses, while a woman can take the pill stealthily."
Don Bobore: "Sardinian women are too proud to act stealthily."
Don Zuseppe: "Anyway, I preached against the pill and urged them to adopt these methods. For years I had no success, and a parishioner game me the right idea: to create a prayer group for wives adopting natural contraception."
Don Bobore: "Prayer is always helpful."
Don Zuseppe: "The leader was a woman named Rut coming back from China. She'd studied Chinese there and came back after graduation. She now teaches English in a high school, and spends her free time with the women of the prayer group."
Don Bobore: "Is Rut married?"
Don Zuseppe: "No. It's strange that she has had so much success with married women who are less learned than her."
Don Bobore: "And she has persuaded them to replace the pill with natural contraception, hasn't she?"
Don Zuseppe: "Yes, and I don't know how."
The next day Don Bobore meets all the women in the group led by Rut, and he has a strange sensation: before becoming a priest, Don Bobore had a lively homosexual life, and even though his 'gaydar' is now somewhat rusty, he's positive that all the women in the group are actually lesbians.
They dress and behave like ordinary Sardinian women -- only an expert could detect their lesbianism; most of them are also mothers, so Don Bobore assumes that they can have sex with their husbands nonetheless -- but he wonders, "Who has taught lesbianism to them? Most lesbians can't even come out to themselves."
The woman who arouses most suspicions is obviously Rut. Don Bobore talks to her and thinks that she's a learned and smart woman, but she is also a covert "butch". He casually asks her, "What was the subject of your degree dissertation?"
"Marriage-resistance sisterhoods in Ninteenth Century Guangdong -- from an anthropological and gender-theoretical viewpoint," she answers.
"What you mean?" Don Bobore asks.
"A French feminist, Adrienne Rich, has written at length about female associations across the centuries -- as examples of female self-determination. I wanted to compare Chinese and Sardinian experiences in that regard," Rut replies.
"Adrienne Rich?" Don Bobore wonders. Don Zuseppe, who was a widower before becoming a priest, and couldn't conceive any other family beside the Sacred Family, didn't know her; but Don Bobore knew that Rich was more a lesbian than a feminist theorist, and phoned the Diocese librarian asking him to get hold of a copy of Rut's dissertation.
The dissertation was available online, at two websites, one belonging to Rut's university, the other to a lesbian association -- et pour cause: these Chinese sororities also provided for sexual relations among the associated women. Rich's concept of "Lesbian Continuum" applied equally well to the fraternities in China and to the Beguines in Christian Europe.
"The prayer group must be disbanded," Don Bobore told himself, "but I wonder -- why don't their husbands complain about the dearth of sex inflicted by their wives?"
He discreetly asks some husbands about their marital life, and one of them, Gonariu, is candid enough to answer, "Dear Don Bobore, I've little to complain about. When my wife Michela was on the pill, we never set aside time for sex; now we have a lot of it in the infertile days of her menstrual cycle."
"And during the fertile days?" the mistrustful Don Bobore asks.
"Once I went to the bar to drink beer and play cards; then I stopped drinking beer, and the mayor Cristina ..."
"The pharmacist?"
"Yes, the pharmacist. She has set up a theatrical group, and the energy we would otherwise spend in bed or drown in alcohol are used to play."
"Which plays do you perform?"
"We began with Shakespeare, and we're now performing Sophocles. As in ancient times, female roles are played by young males."
"Wonderful!" Don Bobore thinks, "After a prayer group rife with lesbianism we have now a theatrical group reeking of male homoeroticism. Don Zuseppe's insistence on natural contraception has been turning the parish into a branch of Arcigay [the foremost Italian LGBT association]!"
Don Bobore then asks Gonariu: "What does your wife do in her fertile days, or better, nights?"
"She doesn't love theater -- she usually cooks bread and weaves textiles with her closest girlfriends during these nights."
"Cooks and weaves? What do you mean?"
"Ah, you live in a big city and you may not know that most homes here have an oven to cook bread and cakes, and a loom to weave traditional fabric. Our wives cook a month's worth of bread during these nights, and weave carpets, curtains, and the like."
"But ... do you really think that your wives spend all their time kneading, weaving, baking and seaming?"
"They sleep together from time to time. They work hard, they need such rest."
"Candid but naïve," Don Bobore thinks, "His wife gives him whatever he likes in her infertile days, and thus buys his neglect of what she does in her fertile ones."
"My last question," Don Bobore asks, "Is your wife's menstrual cycle as regular as clockwork?"
"Since she's stopped eating meat and turned to a vegan diet, yes."
"You don't eat meat, do you?"
"No. The best seller drug in our pharmacy is brewer's yeast, to prevent vitamin B12 deficiency."
"Really?"
"We have a bank, a post office, a Carabinieri [military police] station, a public library here, but the butcher's has long been turned into a lingerie shop."
"It's strange. I've read that a vegan diet increases the likelihood of menstrual cycle disturbances."
"The old studies you may have read were rife with confounders. Once you compare non-vegan women with vegan ones, of similar health condition and lifestyle, you find that vegan women's menstrual cycle is stabler, once they've adjusted to the vegan diet."
"So you kinda live in the Garden of Eden," Don Bobore says.
"Yes! Ah, I have to thank the Catholic Church for a small thing."
"What thing?"
"You don't allow laymen to drink Holy Communion wine. Our wives have discovered that alcohol, tobacco and coffee make menstrual cycle unstable."
"Not to speak of firearms!" Don Bobore giggled.
"We only use them for self-defense. Meat increases aggressiveness, and as we stopped eating it we only regarded our rifles as weapons of last resort."
"What should we do?" Don Bobore wonders, "We've unwittingly created a community of saints, but apparently bisexual saints. Should we praise it, and tolerate the female lesbianism and male homoeroticism, or should we suppress it at the cost of increasing alcohol, tobacco, coffee consumption, the town's carbon footprint (as its inhabitants revert to meat-eating), and possible armed strife? What is wrong in what I've been taught?"
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The Israeli Opera Tel-Aviv-Yafo needs an assistant librarian, and Rachel enters the librarian's office to apply for the job. Leah, the chief librarian, attentively listens to her and peruses her résumé, but she suddenly feels a pang – Rachel may be lesbian!
Leah is bisexual and, like most non-heterosexuals, has developed a "gaydar" in order to detect people of a compatible orientation. It is quite useful, as her husband Reuven allows her to have extramarital relationships with women – as long as they don't endanger their consortium.
Rachel is really attractive – her breasts fit this biblical passage, "Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies", while Leah's body, somewhat older, fits this other passage, "I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor".
Both women now know each other's secret, due to their "gaydars", and they also know that they are attracted to each other; Rachel feels somewhat sad, and Leah asks her,
"What's the matter? Your résumé is perfect and you may be fit for the job."
"It's quite dangerous to be one's supervisor's 'special friend'."
"You're right," Leah answers, "What if I don't hire you, but recommend you to another employer, so you'll have your job without being held in my leash?"
"Which employer?"
"The Israel Symphony Orchestra Rishon LeZion – they hire young musicians, and according to your resume, you're a good flute player."
In the afternoon, Rachel plays the flute in front of Yechezqel, the orchestra conductor, who says at last, "May I speak 'dugri' [honestly]? Your flute technique isn't up to our standards. You've probably spent too much time keying text and too less time practicing the flute. Even if you started practicing twelve hours a day, six days a week, it will take two years at least before you can have a chance to get hired by our orchestra – and I assume you need the job now."
"So there is nothing you can do for her?", Leah asks, and Yechezqel answers, "I'm lashing out at her flute technique, not at her musical talent. Her voice is intriguing, and I hope that ... Leah, can you take the score from the piano?"
"The 'Don Carlo'?"
"Precisely that! Open it at the 'Gran Finale' of the Second Act."
"Here you are."
"Rachel," Yechezqel asks, "Can you sing the aria, 'Sire! Egli è tempo che io viva.'?"
"Sorry, I can't read Italian."
"Sol-fa it!"
"It's for tenor. I'm a soprano!"
"Are we supposed to do anything easy here?"
"Obviously not. Things can be made in three ways: the right way, the wrong way, the Israeli way," Rachel jokes before sol-faing the song – and it does that remarkably well, pleasing both Leah and Yechezqel.
"It will take much less time for her to become an opera singer than a flute player," Yechezqel says, and Leah remarks, "Rachel, do you want to know what has Yechezqel had you sol-fa?"
"Why not?"
"Let me translate the aria: 'Sir! It's high time I lived. I'm fed up with leading a dark existence in this land! If God wants that your wreath will once crown my forehead, prepare Spain a King worthy of it! Give me Brabant and Flanders!'"
"It begins as a coming-out song!" Rachel says, and Yechezqel adds, "Right. We want to stage a Queer version of Giuseppe Verdi's 'Don Carlo', in which Don Carlo is actually a soprano ..."
"And that explains Elisabetta's inability to love Filippo," Rachel notices, "If she's a gold star lesbian, who can't persuade herself to love tenors, she's only willing to love another soprano."
"Right," Yechezqel said, "And which is the contemporary state that despises people lacking the required 'limpieza de sangre, purity of blood', and even the members of parliament they vote – and treats part of its territory as colonies inhabited by political and religious rebels to its sovereign authority, to be militarily crushed?"
"Er ... Israel?"
"Bull's eye!" Leah answers.
"So we can see Elisabetta as a hypostasis of the Diaspora," Rachel suggests, "Who feels the duty to love Israel, but can't because Israel is too jingoistic and male-chauvinistic for her taste – if it behaved in a more inclusive and feminine way, she could."
"And Don Carlo is 'Yisrael Acheret, The Other Israel' she can positively and lovingly relate to," concludes Leah.
"What about Rodrigo?," Rachel asks, "And Eboli, the princess who unrequitedly loves Don Carlo?"
"Eboli isn't just a stereotypical Jewish American Princess," Yechezqel notices, "She incarnates the conservative lobby, which is all too willing to compromise with those who purport to be in power and to wield it ruthlessly – kind of an AIPAC ante litteram."
"While Rodrigo is a 'lesbro', a male who behaves as if all lesbians were his sisters," Leah adds, "and represents the progressive lobby, like JStreet."
"In the original work, the relationship between Don Carlo and Rodrigo reeks of homoeroticism," Rachel says, "In a way, you haven't inserted homosexuality in the work – you've changed its form."
"Yes! The Grand Inquisitor represents our Foreign Minister," Yechezqel says, "And guess where are we setting the final scene?"
"Do tell me," Rachel asks, and Yechezqel giggles, "On Mount Herzl, obviously!"
"Whom are you raising from the dead in order to save Don Carlo?!?" Rachel asks goggling in amazement, and Leah answers, "Theodor Zeev Herzl – whomever else?"
Rachel titters, "I'm sure that your 'Don Carlo' adaptation will shake Israel more than the Fukushima earthquake-cum-tsunami has shaken Japan ..."
"... and the Israeli establishment more than the play 'Malkat Ambatya = The Queen of a Bathroom' in 1970!" Yechezqel concludes.
"Are you going to join the production?" Leah asks, and Rachel says, "Yes, I do."
The rehearsals are scheduled in the afternoon, so in the morning Rachel goes to the Opera Library to help Leah not only to sort the books and lend them to the musicians who need them, but also to install a new outstanding library software.
And in the afternoon Leah brings Rachel to Rishon LeZiyon for the rehearsals; Reuven, Leah's husband, has been introduced to Rachel, and has raised no objections over the relationship between his wife and her – he even regards Rachel as a nice friend.
He knows that whenever Leah makes love with a woman in the afternoon, she's also more sexually available to him in the night – so he doesn't complain; he too is allowed to have sexual relationships with women, but he's never sought them.
But even for Leah being allowed to have a relationship and actually enjoying it are quite different matters: women love long courtships, and even though Leah and Rachel feel doomed to sleep together sometime in their life, they want to enjoy all the transition between friendship and love.
The transition ends one evening, when Leah discovers that one of her car's tires is flat. She phones Reuven, who says, "Leah, I'm able to be here in half an hour, but ..."
"But what?"
"If I were in your shoes, I would tell Rachel that your husband can't help you and that you have to choose between a taxi and a hotel."
Leah giggles and tells Reuven, "You naughty boy! I'm afraid that Rachel won't forgive you!"
"You'll both thank me tomorrow! Good night!"
"Golden slumbers, darling," Leah says before hanging up, and booking a room for the hottest night of the season.
The next morning Rachel receives an SMS telling her, "Hey! Are you staying overnight in a hotel with other people? Avi."
"Who's Avi?" Leah asks, and Rachel answers, "A stalker. He keeps telling me that I'm beautiful and that I deserve a boyfriend like him, but I keep saying 'No'."
"Does he know that you're lesbian?"
"No. He hangs around with important haredi rabbis, who would ostracize me if they knew, and he would feel challenged to win me over. Better to still live in the closet."
"Why don't you report him to the police?"
"I tried to, but the police told me that he hadn't crossed any red line, so they could do nothing."
"No red line crossed? He knows your whereabouts. So he must keep watch on you! Report the message to the police!"
"He isn't just a stalker. When I met him first I shuddered as I felt that he was really wicked, and later I would learn that he might be a mobster."
"Gosh!"
"He is now behaving like his Sicilian colleagues – they warn whatever man nears the girl they covet that it is highly unadvisable to woo her."
"Luckily you're lesbian!"
"Yes, but if I came out of the closet, I would endanger all my girlfriends – including you!"
"A real quandary!"
"I don't think he will suspect you – if you like, we can continue meeting and staying together."
"I like. And my husband loves you too."
"Your husband?!?"
Leah giggles, "Don't worry, Reuven isn't asking you anything – and if he does, I'll divorce him. He only loves you as a friend."
"Whew! It wouldn't have been the first time a married women first had sex with me, and then proposed me a threesome with her husband."
"I love you, Rachel. I also love Reuven, but these feelings are separated and will be enacted separately. By the way, Reuven is now coming here and taking us to the Opera. Let's shower and dress."
When he arrives and takes them aboard, he asks them how did they spend the night; Rachel answers, "Your wife is like a good cup of coffee: hot, strong, and kept me awake all night!"
"As usual," Reuven smiles, but Leah tells him about Avi, and Reuven says, "The best plan is to meet at our home. When Rachel gets in, I go out."
"And Avi?"
"Nobody gets suspicious at two girlfriends visiting each other several times a week. Neither Avi, I hope."
The plan is approved, and for several weeks, whenever Rachel visits Leah, Reuven gets out with his iPad 2 and goes to a WiFi-equipped bar in Dizengoff street first, and then to a gay club in Rothschild Boulevard to meet his friends, play cards, and author the club website.
The trick works for months, until the henchman Avi has charged with keeping watch on Rachel tells his boss that whenever Rachel visits Leah, Reuven gets out after a few minutes – and Avi sees through it.
A few days later, on Ayalon Road, a Cadillac runs into the back of Reuven's Toyota, slamming it against a truck laden with concrete, and destroying the car. The airbags save Reuven from injury, but the Cadillac driver doesn't even care to ask Reuven how is he – he just throws his insurance company's and his own business card into Reuven's car, and instead of phoning the Magen David Adom for an ambulance, he callously remarks, "You've really been lucky. Had a concrete-laden truck smashed your car against mine, you wouldn't have gotten out uninjured!"
The Cadillac and truck driver have no criminal record, and the insurance is willing to buy Reuven a new car, but he fears that Avi is behind the accident, and he talks about it with his gay friends.
"Avi?" one of them asks, and another adds, "We know him. He loves to surround himself with beautiful women, but he's bisexual at least."
"Really?"
"He eats kasher, hangs on Dov Lior's every racist word, even has some settlements guarded, but he's a 'top' gay male who sanctifies the Friday Eve in Tel Aviv's saunas and darkrooms."
"Darkrooms?" Reuven asks.
"Yes. What are you scheming now?"
Some sex-toys named 'fleshlights' emulate a vagina, others a rectum, and some even a mouth. Reuven buys the last two, together with a live streaming infrared IP webcam, and he configures it in order to stream the movie to YouPorn via Wi-Fi.
Then he begins attending saunas and using the darkrooms; the first time the bartender titters, "What are you carrying in your backpack, Reuven?"
"Lots of condoms, bottles of lube, and even a first-aid kit, in case something goes wrong."
"Reuven, let's speak dugri," the bartender frowns, "You're quite fatty, and you won't cruise a lot of people. For all you need, a spectacle case will be enough."
Actually, the backpack contains the fleshlights, the webcam, a cellphone, a pair of infrared goggles, and a taser gun (the last two borrowed from a friend in the military); the bartender is right – Reuven isn't very attractive, but he has a few occasions to please people, not with his body, but with his fleshlights, taking advantage of the nearly complete darkness of the room.
The next Thursday evening, Avi enters Reuven's darkroom. Reuven wears the infrared goggles, and recognizes him, as Rachel has shown him a photo of Avi's.
Avi undresses and asks Reuven, "Are you 'top' or 'bottom'?"
"'Bottom', but it doesn't matter anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Please, dress up. I don't feel like having sex with you."
Such refusals are rare in gay darkrooms, but even there 'No' means 'No'.
"Why?" Avi asks, and Reuven answers, "You smell strangely and ..."
Reuven seizes Avi's penis, palpates it, pretending he can't see in the dark, and says, "I'm afraid you have condylomata. Sorry, I'm not going to have sex with you."
Avi gets angry and says, "You lie! I've even been inoculated against Papillomavirus!"
"Sorry, I've said 'No'."
Avi gets incensed and says, "I'm not here to be poked fun at! Now you take my cock into your ass!"
Reuven takes a cellphone, clicks a button, and says, "Hello, police?"
Avi assaults Reuven, tightens his hands around Reuven's neck and tells him, "You may not have a cellphone in this darkroom, as it is forbidden by the club regulations! Stop bantering me! You won't have safe sex with me – you will perform a blowjob and even swallow my come!"
"As per your wishes," Reuven says feigning surrender – but he takes the fleshlight that emulates a mouth, and slips it on Avi's penis; then takes a step backwards, grasps the taser, and shoots Avi.
A taser immobilizes its target until the electricity is cut off – and to prevent the taser battery from running down, Reuven plugs the charger in.
Then he takes the cellphone he was actually using, talks to the police, and when he hangs up, he tells the still painfully immobilized Avi, "You'll pray for the police to come to your rescue soon!"
The infrared camera has uploaded everything, and a few days later a haredi rabbi visits Avi, who is still in hospital, because tasers aren't as harmless as the manufacturers claim, and shouts, "That you regularly cruise gay people can be tolerated – but that you even cruise people who read 'Haaretz', as the movie in the darkroom shows, is intolerable!"
But the movie doesn't just show that: while the meantime Israeli police is pressing charges against Avi for assault and attempted rape, a team of Interior Ministry officials keeps reviewing the clip, and then concludes, "Avi is uncircumcised – but he claimed he was Jewish when he entered Israel. So he obtained Israeli citizenship under false pretences, must be stripped of it and deported to his home country."
So a mob gang is dismantled, Rachel feels free to come out of the closet, she and Leah keep enjoying each other's company, some women are attracted by Reuven after hearing of his act of bravado, and the 'Queer Don Carlo' is staged by the Israeli Opera Tel-Aviv-Yafo – drawing the ire of the Israeli right and the praise of the Israeli left, but manages to last a whole season, not just the 19 repeat performances 'Malkat Ambatya, The Queen of the Bathroom' lasted in 1970, and some opera houses abroad even buy the rights to perform this particular adaptation.
We don't know what Verdi and Herzl may think of it – but they both loved freedom and penned it out for their peoples.
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After careful tests, Chaim, a professor of physics at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, is now satisfied that his time machine is reliable enough for human use.
He's pretty content with his life -- he has just made the most important discovery in history -- but he has a small regret: although he still loves his wife Bruriah as much as he did the day he married her, age has made her less attractive - there is some cellulite on her buttocks, her breasts are now sagging, and there are a few wrinkles too many on her face.
He's never thought of divorcing her -- and he concedes that aging has made Bruriah all the wiser -- but sex with her has become difficult, and he thinks that the best solution to this quandary is to use the time machine to meet his wife in the past, as a young woman, and to make love with her.
To prevent meeting his former self, not just his wife, he programs the time machine in order to remove his past self into an alternate reality before bringing himself to the past -- once he's back to his own time, the past self will also be brought back to its own.
Chaim and Bruriah got married in 1980, and he goes back to that time, about a week after marriage. When he comes home, Buriah doesn't recognize him and asks, "Who are you?"
"I'm Chaim, your husband, and I can prove it."
"How? He's much younger and leaner than you!"
"Compare my fingerprints with the ones I sealed our engagement agreement with -- because fingerprints can't be disowned, especially since I had them taken in 1976 when joining the military."
Bruriah does that, and concedes that Chaim is her husband. He in turn tells her about the time machine he has eventually built, thus reassuring her that all the sacrifices she's going to make and the hardships she's going through will eventually be worth the while.
They speak a lot, eat supper and eventually go to bed; since Chaim has taken a Cialis pill before time travelling, his sexual performance is outstanding - but Bruriah is exceedingly pleased that her husband, even though he can meet scores of young female students from all over the world at university, still prefers her to them.
Next morning, when he wakes up, he notices that Bruriah's home is somewhat dirty and cheaply furnished -- and he remembers that in 1980 they couldn't even afford a vacuum cleaner and a dishwasher.
So he thinks that he should financially help his wife; and he also thinks that if her hardships will be relieved, she will be probably prettier in her old age -- so helping her becomes of paramount importance.
He shares the project with her, and tells her, "I can't give you money, because Israeli coins and notes in 2011 will be different -- but I can bring you food, books, and so on, so you may save the money for other expenses"
"Chaim, I badly need a vacuum cleaner; can't you bring me one?"
"Power plugs will be different too, sorry."
So Chaim begins to time commute in order to supply Bruriah with food, detergents, and even books -- because she loves to read, and because some of the books the young Chaim needs for his studies aren't available at the University Library, and he can't afford to buy them.
So the living standards of Bruriah's family improve, and Chaim's academic performance too.
In 1985 Israel changes currency; 1985 notes are no more in use, but some coins still are, and Chaim goes back to September 1985 with a suitcase filled with 10,000 1 Sheqel coins.
"Sorry, they're the biggest denomination that could be brought back from 2011 to 1985. I hope that you'll spend them well."
"Yes. Tomorrow I'll pay off the auto loan -- you've got an internship at the Ben Gurion University at Beersheva, and you can't go there by train."
"I remember. The car will be all the more useful, as you'll find a job there, so we'll be able to travel together."
"Will we always show up in time at work?"
"No, darling. We will often stop under a tree and ... you know what will happen."
"Will we have children? Even though I make love every day, with either you or my current husband, I never conceive."
"We'll discover that I'm sterile due to something that happened to me while in the military -- sorry, it is still classified, I can't tell you more."
Bruriah weeps over that disclosure and asks, "Is there a remedy?"
"I should come back to before joining the IDF, and make love with you. But we hadn't met yet, and I could only succeed by raping you."
"Don't even think about it!"
"Don't worry, I've already ruled out that."
The next day Bruriah goes to the bank and hands the suitcase to the cashier. He opens it, pours the coins into the coin counter, and then hands the 10,000 Sheqel receipt to Bruriah.
She then goes to the director's office and hands him the receipt to pay off the debt. While she's signing the papers, the cashier calls the director and tells him, "Sir, there is something strange. She's deposited apparently regular coins, but with future dates stretching to 5771-2011! What shall we do?"
"Forward these coins to the Bank of Israel!"
The Bank of Israel labs confirm what the cashier has said: they're regular Bank of Israel coins, but with future dates; the labs director asks her researchers to sort them by date, and to check with a magnifying glass whether the earlier the dates on the coins, the more worn out they are -- he's right: the ones that bear the earliest dates are the most tarnished and worn out.
These coins are a serious issue for the Governor of the Bank of Israel, especially because he remembers that Hitler tried to undermine the British and American economies during World War II by forging millions of enemy banknotes, and he fears that Israel's enemies are copycatting the Fuehrer, so he alerts the Mossad.
The Mossad chief plays down this hypothesis: forging 1 Sheqel coins actually costs more than 1 Sheqel per coin -- so nobody's interested in that. And even if somebody were, why should he forge coins with future dates, thus exposing them as forgeries? There must be another explanation.
The Governor replies that a forger may have released these coins to prove his worth and blackmail the Israeli government -- and this blatant forgery of coins may be followed by the issuing of flawlessly counterfeit coins, or even notes, if the Government doesn't stop him.
The Mossad chief rejoins that flooding Israel with counterfeit coins wouldn't harm it that much, and the forger would soon stop because he would only lose money; moerover, since minting coins and printing notes use very different technologies, being able to forge a coin doesn't prove one's ability to forge notes. If a forger wanted to showcase his prowess, he wouldn't have behaved as such.
The Governor is unconvinced, and brings the issue to the Prime Minister's office. Although the Prime Minister doubts the Governor's hypothesis, he concedes that a forger counterfeiting Israeli coins poses an existential threat to the country, and must be stopped at all costs.
Since the only parties interested in threatening Israel's existence are the Arab League and the PLO, the Prime Minister orders the IDF to raze the PLO headquarters in Tunis as soon as possible -- even though the Mossad chief remarks that these headquarters (as per Mossad's agents' surveys) don't consume enough electricity to operate a mint, so the PLO mustn't be the guilty party.
On October, 1st, 1985, the raid on Tunis is performed -- Arafat escapes assassination, but the building is destroyed and 73 people are left dead; the death of three Israelis at the hand of PLO gunmen a few days earlier masks the real reason for the airstrike very well.
After the strike, the Mossad chief decides to personally inquire about the 10,000 coins with future dates.
Even though the Bank of Israel has instructed all banks to check the dates of at least 1 out of 20 1 Sheqel coins they take in, no coin with future dates has come up after Bruriah's bank deposit -- so the Mossad chief investigates about her.
When his agents tell him that Chaim, Bruriah's husband, has published several papers on time travel in reputable academic journals -- not in sci-fi magazines -- all marbles fall into place: Chaim must have eventually succeeded, and has brought genuine Israeli coins back to his now poor wife.
So he dispatches two details of agents to tail both Bruriah and Chaim -- and when the detail shadowing Chaim radio him that Chaim has suddenly vanished before their eyes, he in turn radioes the other detail to watch Bruriah more closely and look after Chaim, or anybody resembling him.
A few minutes later the second detail radio him that somebody like Chaim has knocked on Bruriah's door, and she has let him in. They're now in bedroom, probably making love.
The Mossad chief tells his men, "Keep watching them. At sunrise I'll enter their home."
At sunrise, the Mossad chief has Bruriah's door forced open by his men, tells them to stay put, enters the apartment with a heavy backpack on his shoulders, and wakes up the couple.
"Who are you?" Bruriah asks, and Chaim answers, "The Mossad chief".
The Mossad chief puts his backpack on the floor, helps himself to a chair, sits down and says, "Excellent, Mr. Chaim. You know my identity though it's still highly classified! How is it possible?"
Chaim is afraid to answer, but the Mossad chief adds, "I've read your juvenile papers on time travel, Mr. Chaim, and you've just proved you've eventually succeeded in creating a time machine."
"Sort of ..."
"What has happened to the other Chaim, the current Bruriah's husband?"
"Don't worry -- he's been parked into an alternate reality, but when I go back to 2011, he'll come back to your time."
"Good. Good for 'our' Chaim, but also good for the State of Israel."
"What do you mean?"
"If you could bring us Israeli coins minted in 2011, it means that our state will be alive and kicking at that time."
"Yes, but the Israeli politicians of 2011 are less wise than you, and we pay the price of their mistakes".
"Will Israel still be a democracy?"
"Kind of ..."
"So you only have to berate yourselves!"
"Please, Sir, get to the point," Bruriah says, and the Mossad chief tells them, "I obviously praise and commend the man who has invented the time machine; but it has already wrought great havoc to our time."
"What did I do wrong?"
"Dear Mr. Chaim, your coins bearing future dates have led our government to carry out a military action which claimed 73 human lives. God only knows what will happen if you don't go back to your time with your coins -- and stop time travelling!"
While saying that, the Mossad chief opens the backpack, thus exposing the coins taken from the Bank of Israel labs.
"Ok, I can go back to 2011. But will you be liable for the disappearance of the coins?"
"No. The Bank of Israel thinks that they've been melted, but the metal ingots it has received in exchange come from a different source. And Bruriah's bank won't question the repayment of your auto loan. Please, bring back these coins to your time, Mr. Chaim."
Bruriah hugs Chaim and weeps, and Chaim weeps as well; they kiss for the last time swearing everlasting love, and Chaim and the backpack disappear into 2011.
Part 2/2
Year 2011. The postman rings at Chaim's and Bruriah's door, and gives Bruriah a letter labeled "Personal for Chaim". When Chaim comes home, Bruriah hands him the letter remarking, "The Israel Post has just stricken a record: this letter has taken 16 years to make 150 kilometers!"
Chaim looks at the envelope, and notices that the letter apparently comes from a Galilee moshav, and it is postmarked 5755-1995! When he opens it, he reads: "Browse a Chinese dictionary at Steimatzky, Dizengoff Street, Tel Aviv-Yafo on August, 25th, 2011, at 6 PM. Bring this letter with you, together with the envelope, and wait for somebody browsing a Russian dictionary."
The message is unsigned, and Chaim thinks, "A letter shouldn't take 16 years to cover 150 kilometers! Who or what has made it take for so long?"
Since the letter is unregistered, its course hasn't been tracked, so nobody can answer, and Chaim tells Bruriah, "Only a criminal organization, or an intelligence service, would dare send an unsigned order, and be confident that it will be obeyed; and only the Mossad could see that a letter sent in 1995 would be delivered in 2011."
"Do you think that they're now interested in your time machine?"
"Yes. In 1985 the then Mossad chief asked me not to time travel anymore. What may have changed their mind?"
Oh the stated day, he goes to Steimatzky, finds an Oxford Chinese-English dictionary, and browses it, trying from time to time to read aloud the Chinese phrases printed there.
At 6 o' clock, a young girl enters the library with a backpack on her shoulders, goes to the foreign languages' dictionaries' shelf, takes a Prolog Russian-Hebrew dictionary, and uses an envelope like Chaim's as a bookmark -- although it comes from a different place, it is postmarked 5755-1995 as well.
So Chaims takes the envelope out of his pocket, shows it to the girl and says, "Hi. I'm Chaim. Pleased to meet you. What's your name?"
"Dinah. Pleased to meet you too. Can we go to a cozier place?"
"My home?"
"We're in Tel Aviv, not in Sodom!"
"You'll find my wife there."
Dinah laughs, "I'm lesbian, but not into threesomes!"
Chaim giggles, "My wife is a golden star heterosexual. Sorry, she's not for you."
"Ok, let's go to your home. By bus or by car?"
"By sherut. I wasn't told that I had to drive."
Once at home, Dinah shows Chaim her letter, which says, "There's a red coffer in the safe number (deleted out of national security considerations) -- the combination to open it is the ZIP of the sender of a letter to the man who will browse a Chinese dictionary ..."
"That's why the ZIP didn't match the locality," Chaim concludes, "And that's why the sender urged me to bring the envelope and not just remember the place it was sent from."
"I've brought the coffer. Don't worry, we've done an X-ray and it seems harmless," Dinah says, taking it out of her backpack. She then breaks the wax seals timestamped 5755-1995, opens the coffer with the combination masked as ZIP, and there they find a scroll of paper and a 1 Sheqel coin minted in 2011.
Chaim asks, "Dinah, where does the coffer come from?"
"From a safe only the Mossad chief and his closest aides can open. Let me now read the scroll ... Ok, you can listen to it."
So reads the scroll, "In the civil years 1994 and 1995 two catastrophes have befallen the State and the People of Israel: on February, 25th, 1994, Baruch Goldstein has killed, counting them as sheep for the slaughter, 29 people; on November, 4th, 1995, Yigal Amir has murdered Yitzhaq Rabin.
Professor's Chaim's time machine could avert these disasters by kidnapping Yigal Amir from Kings of Israel Square moments before the murder and putting him before the barrel of Baruch Goldstein's military rifle moments before he pulls the trigger.
If things are done well, these thugs will shoot each other to death instead of carrying out their crimes."
Chaim is astonished at the reading, Bruriah is utterly appalled; Dinah remarks that such an operation can't be carried out without government approval, greets the couple, and rushes to the Mossad headquarters.
The next week, Dinah is back and asks Chaim, "Does your machine carry two or three people?"
"Yes, it does. It can do whatever."
So they turn the time machine on, use it to go to Kings of Israel Square, in the evening of November, 4th, 1995, and look for Yigal Amir. They pinpoint him standing near the Town Hall, and kidnap him moments before he shoots at Yitzhaq Rabin.
Then they go to the Cave of the Patriarchs, in the afternoon of February, 25th, 1994, and put him in front of Baruch's Goldstein's rifle, when his finger has already received the nervous impulse to pull the trigger, and can't be stopped anymore.
But when the bullet exits the barrel, Yigal Amir instantly vanishes, to the amazement of Chaim and Dinah.
In a few seconds Chaim and Dinah vanish too, and they immediately find themselves in 2011.
Dinah warily checks her smartphone, and shouts, "Zubi! History hasn't changed a bit! Baruch Goldstein has carried out his massacre and Yigal Amir his murder! The mission has ended in failure!"
"Dinah, let's browse the time machine log! Perhaps we can fix what has gone wrong!"
"Chaim, I was at the Cabinet meeting that approved the mission - by a razor-thin majority, because some ministers were covert supporters of both criminals, while others simply remarked that no moral system in the world would approve sacrificing a life for the sake of another, or even for the sake of the whole world. You will not be granted a second chance!"
Bruriah intervenes, "Dinah, Chaim, I can tell you what has happened without reading the log."
"What has happened?"
"Chaim, do you remember that I insisted installing what you mockingly called 'the Yiddishe Mame Chip'?"
"Gosh! Yes, I installed it, and set things so that the time machine can't work without it now!"
"What's this chip?" Dinah asks, and Chaim answers, "If a time machine passenger is put into clear and present danger because of its operations, this chip forces the machine to bring him back to his time. That's what must have happened to Yigal Amir! And to us, as we've been brought back here when Baruch Goldstein began his rampage."
"Argh! And you couldn't insert an exception, a loophole, for people like these two criminals, could you?"
"Dinah," Bruriah answers, "Every human life is sacred. Had you brought both Goldstein and Amir to a distant future, you would prevent them from committing murder and save their lives as well. And perhaps in another epoch their criminal tendencies wouldn't beget actual crimes -- especially if you had sent a letter to the Mossad of 2200 or 2300 urging it to closely watch them. Your Mossad colleagues could delay a letter by 16 years, they can stall another for centuries!"
"These thugs would then build -- or even buy -- a time machine to return to 1994-1995 and accomplish their misfits!"
"It's easier to build a nuclear power plant than a time machine," Chaim intervenes, "and the Mossad could easily prevent them from using one."
"But the original plan was safer."
"But it was neither moral nor Jewish!" Bruriah rejoins, "You've just said that some ministers claimed that no moral system in the world would condone taking a human life for the sake of another life, or countless other lives, except in case of self-defense - and I can say they were right as I studied philosophy at university. And my namesake, Bruriah, is famous for teaching her husband Rabbi Meir ..."
"... that if sinners annoyed him, he shouldn't pray for their death, but for their conversion, because it is sin that must vanish, not sinners. I have attended Talmud Torah as a girl," Dinah says, "Ok, you're good Jews, self-righteous citizens of the world -- but you could have helped your people and your country, and you didn't."
"Sorry, Dinah. But I can tell you that I could ask Chaim to use the time machine to go to a past in which he was still fertile, but he hadn't been introduced to me yet -- and the only way to make me pregnant would therefore be to rape me. I would certainly love my child, but I could never accept my husband's immoral behaviour, even though it had been me who asked for it!"
"Dinah," Chaim adds, "The ends can't redeem the means. We can't do evil, even while pursuing a greater good. We can't play God."
"So you impose your strict moral standards to yourself too, and that makes you commendable. Take care, Chaim; see you soon, Bruriah."
*** The End ***
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What would you do if you have a naturist widow for mother? I undress at home as well.
My mom is quite busty, but she's also lesbian, so she won't get aroused by me, her postgraduate son; but once we had a good time together, thanks to domperidone, or Dom Peridone, as I love to spell it, as if it were a brand of French champagne.
My mom had bouts of dysphagia, i. e., she more often than not couldn't swallow her food; since there was no organic cause to it, her doctor prescribed her domperidone to smooth her digestion. I warned her that a side effect to this med was galattorrhea, and it was so common that women who wanted to secrete milk without bearing children usually take it.
Mom scoffed at my remark, but a couple weeks later, while I was writing an article on marriage equality for mom's lesbian association (I support her cause, even though I love women), and I was in my birthday suit as I was at home, she came home, undressed herself, stood by my laptop, her nipples at my ears' height, and smilingly told me, "You were right. Look!"
When I looked at her breasts, I noticed that the nipples were darker and puffier than usual, she began expressing her breasts, and a few milk drops went out of her nipples. I drew out my tongue to collect the drops; I wasn't going to touch mom's tits, I was just trying to catch the milk as it fell from them -- but mom put the right nipple first on my tongue, and then into my mouth.
I couldn't decline -- mom always gets angry whenever I refuse her food -- so I started suckling. There wasn't much milk in mom's right breast, so I soon switched to the left breast -- and noticed that mom was somewhat aroused by that.
I wasn't satisfied with that, so, after emptying the left breast, I resumed suckling the right one -- it was dry, but mom didn't object, and I spent about an hour hopping between her breasts. The more I suckled, the more forcefully mom embraced my head.
When we were done, I had a full-fledged erection (mom pretended she didn't see it), mom's pupils were dilated, and as I accidentally touched her twat as I was going to grab the mouse in order to finish the article, I noticed that it was wet, and the clit was turgid like her nipples.
So I hugged mom, and she hugged me in turn, kissed her on the forehead, the cheeks, the lips and the mouth. I didn't know that mom kissed so well!
We then rushed to her bedroom and I impaled her as she was lying on her back and putting her feet on my shoulders. The lubrication was good, and the vagina incredibly tight, as more than 20 years had elapsed since she had given birth to me.
She apparently enjoyed sex as well, and after orgasm we hugged and laid together on the bed. Then mom asked me, "Darling, would you like to help me secrete more milk?"
"How?"
"By suckling whenever I or you see fit. I'll never refuse, promise. The more you suckle, the more milk I'll produce."
"What about ...?"
"I'll do that too, but you won't be my only partner."
"What do you mean?"
"I've noticed that lesbian women too love lactating tits, so I hope that my milk will help me seduce a girl I've set my eyes on."
"Is she cute?"
"She's also better breasted than me, and most likely bi."
"So ... could I try and woo her?"
"Be careful: she's sex-hungry, if not sex-obsessed. You risk being milked dry!"
"In this case, I'll play sick, so you'll have to stay in for me!"
Mom laughed, and invited me to follow her to the bathroom -- she peed first, and when it was my turn, she noticed that my penis was getting erect again.
"Have you ever committed sodomy?" she asked.
"No."
"It's high time you learn. Take a glove and the lubricant out of the left drawer."
I followed her directions, put my penis into her ass, peed into it, and she even loved it.
While she was moving her bowels, I washed my private parts and then asked her, "Mom, your rectum seemed somewhat wider than your vagina. Why?"
"How could I have just a child without resorting to birth control?"
"Gosh! I thought you stopped having sex with dad once you discovered you were lesbian!"
"I became a lesbian after dad's death. He, actually, we both, enjoyed sex together. You're the only man I have made love with, but dad."
"Quel honneur! Will you chase the sex-hungry bi you've told me about?"
"Of course! And I hope I'll share her with you."
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Not again, Fei thought.
She ran out of the store carrying a large package.
Fei zig-zagged through corridors packed with shops and stalls. Ordinary people would not find their way among the identical-looking passages, but Fei knew the place well. This part of the megabuilding housed commercial floors that were full of businesses catering to the needs of the not so well-to-do. Gaudy, cheap, but the sellers were friendly. They were all in it together. Human, frail, sometimes greedy, but the eight-floors were like a big family. Most never left, and Fei called the place home.
She was late. It was not her fault, but her client was not going to be interested in excuses. She also had to hurry because she was to meet Vivian again after the delivery, which made her nervous. She hated to say no to her, but there was no other way.
She ran a little faster, darting past porters carrying bent carton boxes and lost tourists savoring the exotic, oriental smells lingering along the corridor. Most ignored the girl. She must have looked plain and ordinary in clothes that were always simple and makeup that made almost no difference. Yet, even in her cheap clothes, people could see, if they cared to look, that she was beautiful.
But they did not care.
People barely noticed her now as she ran up escalators, whizzed down dark staircases, past greasy fans, and across neon-light soaked floors.
Panting, she slowed to walking speed as soon as she saw the elevator doors. Fei used her elbow to push the elevator button and edged herself in as soon as the door opened, ignoring those who wanted to get off.
There she was again. Going down to the SB floors.
The elevator was slow. It stopped at almost every floor, and the neon light inside kept flickering every time the doors opened or closed. All kinds of people entered and exited, but Fei had no time to study their faces. Finally, they reached level SB-3.
Fei pushed herself through the half-opened door and ran down the hallways.
The floor made Fei uneasy. Brothels, soaplands, and other shady establishments surrounded the girl, making her feel out of place.
She stopped. The golden lion statues in front of the Red Court stared at Fei menacingly.
Already, ten minutes late.
Panicking, she entered the entrance hall filled with red light and went straight into the dim inner room. Cigarette smoke and the indecent smell of naked women hit her.
Unfortunately, she had to run errands to the Red Court quite often, and the whores did not treat her particularly well.
A woman appeared from behind transparent curtains. She was completely naked, with ripe breasts and a beautifully curving waist.
Miss Chong.
"You're late again," she said coldly, not even looking at Fei. Standing sideways, she was waiting by a rope-curtain.
"Come on, I don't have all day," she said. Fei moved closer and handed her the package. She was about to apologize when the woman slapped her.
And it hurt.
It was not the first time. The woman took the package and opened the small carton right there, pulling out a box of cigarettes. She tore the package open and put a cigarette between her lips. Now she was looking upwards, glancing down on the world. Another girl in a bikini rushed there and lit her cigarette. Miss Chong sucked on the cigarette and blew the smoke into Fei's face.
"Apologize to Miss Chong," one of the younger women said.
"Why do you have to make her angry all the time?"
"You're our delivery bitch", said a third woman, "When she calls you, come running. Miss Chong is doing you a favor for using that store. Maybe she should have you fired."
Miss Chong put one of her legs on a stool, exposing her private parts. She continued puffing smoke with a stern face.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Chong. I'll be faster next time," Fei said. Despite the mistreatment, she did feel a little bad about being late. Though not entirely her fault, this time, she was also to be blamed.
"Good. Now give me your other cheek. I want to slap that too," she said, still looking upwards, enjoying the cigarette. Fei dutifully turned her face and let Chong hit her again. The other women laughed at the pitiful sight. Giggling at each other, they looked Fei up and down with scorn. Chong took another mouthful. Then blew it out again towards the others. She looked around slowly, finally settling on Fei.
"Women, look at this girl. Did you know that she has made her own video channel online showing off her pitiful naked body? She even got a little money for it. I wonder who would pay for that? I guess some are just into ugly."
How did the girls find out? Fei blushed in shame.
"Do you think that the number one courtesan of the eight-levels does not know what's going on in this business? How do you think I got to number one?"
She leaned very close to Fei and gently stroked the girl's face.
"I give you a piece of advice. For your sake, stay out of it. You are an ugly errand girl; you should stay that way."
Ash flew off the end of the cigarette. Chong squeezed it and narrowed her eyes, looking away towards the room.
"Maybe, just maybe, you could work as a cheap whore, but as a pornstar? Don't make me laugh," she turned away, threw the cigarette away onto the floor, and entered the room through the curtains. The others shook their heads with scorn.
One of the women pulled off her bra, exposing her large tits. She caught Fei's gaze, who could not help staring at them.
"Now go," the topless woman said and turned away.
Fei was finally free, but her pride lay in ruins. The women in the Red Court were not always this bad. Once one of the girls even kissed her cheek. Depending on their mood, sometimes they even gave her a tip. Of course, that only happened when Miss Chong was not around.
...
The paint was peeling off the walls, and the merchandise on the shelf looked colorless, but Fei loved the shop. The owner, an old lady, was not easily described as nice. Always yelling, she was constantly negotiating with clients or having arguments with the other shop owners. Harsh would probably be a better way to describe her, but she also seemed to like Fei, whom she lectured whenever she found the time. Some would call it motherly care, though the woman was not a relative.
"Girl, did they treat you badly again?"
"It was not that bad."
"Did they hit you?"
"It went okay."
"This is why I say that decent girls should not be whores," she said scornfully. "They take the easy way. They think it will bring money. Nah."
"Sometimes they're nice."
"Ah, don't tell me you want to be a whore?"
"No. Of course not."
"Ah, all the girls want to make money with sex these days. You're pretty, but maybe you should catch yourself a husband instead."
Fei turned away, looking at the floor.
"Come on, what are you going to do with this lesbian thing? Huh?"
"Auntie, lower your voice."
"Everyone knows. In this place, gossip flies. I know the guys well in the video store," she said, chewing on a small candy.
"You keep wasting your money on those lesbian magazines and whatnots. Isn't it free on the internet? Who would buy these things?"
Fei felt ashamed. It seemed that everyone knew about her sexual preferences and her love of pornography.
"Are you okay with me being a lesbian?"
"I don't care that you're a lesbian. Now, it's fashionable. It usually passes."
Fei knew that this was not true in her case.
"Are you saving up?"
"I'm trying."
"Did you make money with the videos?"
"A little."
"How much?"
"Two hundred."
"That's better than nothing, but not much," she said, spitting out some of the seeds. She looked at the people walking past the store.
"You need money. Stop dreaming about this and that and focus on money," she said,
"if making a sex video brings money, then make more, but don't be a whore. That's not good."
The owner fell silent. She was looking outside. Was she thinking? Fei looked as people walked past the store. It was as if Fei had suddenly had become invisible. After a minute, the owner stood up. She looked back at Fei and spoke again.
"That woman came again today. She said she wants to talk to you. She went up to the beauty salon. The fancy one on floor twelve," she said and walked to the front.
As a customer came closer, she started yelling slogans again. Fei stood there for a few short seconds.
Vivian had come early again.
Now, she's going to have to go and wait in front of the salon. She went inside a small closed-off space at the back, filled with boxes and a lot of junk. There would be no time to put on makeup, but she desperately needed to fix her hair. Fei felt ashamed meeting such an elegant woman in such a classy place, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
She thanked the lady and asked her permission to leave. A disinterested nod came back.
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Floor eight was just two floors below the main upper street-level. But even here, she could see the elevated-roads crisscrossing in front of the building. Double-decker buses and colorful taxis were hurrying past around them.
Humid, rain-scented air wafted in through an open door kept open by a bucket filled with dirty water. Outside, it was dim, as the roads blocked the light, but Fei could make out the skyline and a lush canopy of exotic plants in the far distance.
Fei found her way to the beauty salon.
Large plants made the entrance look like a gate to a tropical jungle, making Fei feel small and insignificant. She decided to stand by a large window.
She did not have to wait long. The woman emerged from behind the glass doors with shining hair and a confident smile within minutes. A clerk came following her and bowing at the entrance. She smiled at her and then nodded towards Fei.
"Oh, you've been waiting here? I just wanted to go down to the store. Your auntie said that you'll be back soon."
"Sorry for not being there."
"That's okay. I arrived early."
"Should we talk somewhere?"
The woman looked left and right.
"Let's just sit down there," she said, pointing to a few seats in an alcove. Fei usually avoided places like this because they looked too fancy, but she did not object.
"Okay."
The woman handed Fei an envelope, and she put it in her bag.
"So, what do you say to my proposal?"
"Umm... I think I'm going to say no. I'm sorry."
"This is an unbelievable chance you don't want to lose."
"I know. I'm very grateful for offering me this, but..."
"Look, this kind of proposal simply never happens. Many of the girls here would do anything to get this job. I only do this because we're so close."
Fei nodded.
"This thing is easy. Someone liked your video, and they're willing to pay for escort services. Naturally, it would also include sex, though not on paper. I met the guy, and I can tell you that he is a decent guy. Good looking too and young. A banker. You're really lucky. You let him fuck you a couple of times, and even if you don't like him, maybe this can lead to more work. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for a girl like you to become a proper escort? It never happens. Thousands of girls dream of becoming a luxury whore instead of working for cheap brothels. This is your chance."
The woman was very persuasive, and Fei knew that it was more than just eagerness to do business. She felt that the woman genuinely thought that this would help Fei.
"Look, I know that selling your body does not sound like the best career, but you can make tons of money and then move on. How do you think I got to where I am now?"
"It's not that I totally against the idea of using sex to make money, but..." Fei blushed. She knew that the woman was right. This was a straightforward way, and many girls in her position would have taken it. A long time ago, she found whores glamorous and sexy. She looked down. Would she be able to have sex with a man?
"I'm not sure I can do it. I mean, I..."
"Everyone is nervous at first. You'll get the hang of it. I can teach you a few tricks."
"It's not that, it's just..."
The woman looked at her as if she was lost in thought. She watched the girl and narrowed her eyes.
"Don't tell me, you don't..."
"I'm more into women..."
"Totally lesbian?"
"Yes."
"That's a pity. Are you sure you can't at least pretend?"
"I don't think I can."
"Oh, that's a lost chance. But, maybe there's something else I can do for you."
"Really?"
"Yes, you see, it's not always easy to find girls willing to do lesbian scenes."
"A video?"
"Yes, just a short scene in a cheap movie. There are two actresses already, but we need a third one who pretends to sleep. There's only a short kiss scene at the beginning. I think there will be barely any payment."
"I'll take it. When is it?"
"I like this! You're my kinda girl. Greedy," she said smiling, "I'll set you up. It's tomorrow. The crew is decent. It's here on the fifteenth floor."
"Thank you so much," Fei looked gratefully at the lady. Filming was exciting, and Fei knew that if she was serious about porn, she needed to have actual sex in the videos.
"Here's the address."
She handed Fei a crumpled business card printed on cheap material.
***
Fei looked up from the business card. The door was rusty and old. Just an apartment with the room number fading.
Dare she knock?
She was hesitating. To the woman, she said yes, but now she was not sure. With a glance, she looked at the business card again. Lucky Gold Production was written on it. A very unpromising name. There would be no payment for this small debut role, but she was intrigued.
All she did was posing and stripping in her short videos. Now, she could actually make a pornographic movie. It would be a step forward and also a step into a dark new world.
After this, there is no going back.
It's not just that she would become a porn actress, but a lesbian one. Probably, a lot of people would see her having sex. Most were already gossiping about her sexual preferences anyway. Nervously, she licked her dry lips with her tongue. Will they like her?
Fei knocked on the door. A young man with a small hand-camera appeared. With men around, she might not be able to perform well. She was ushered in. Inside were three men and the actresses still dressed.
"Let's get this started. Girls, she is Fei. A beginner, so go easy on her, okay?"
One of the girls smiled at her and shook her hand. The handshake was very weak, feminine, but the smile was warm. Short, she had a round face with Southern features. Her eyes drooped downwards like a raccoon. Still, they were sexy, highlighted with purple eyeshadow and glitter.
Cute, Fei thought, though she was not exactly her type.
"We'll go easy on you. I'm Mei," she said and looked at Fei closely as if measuring her. She seemed to like her. The other girl was cold, barely reacting. She impatiently nodded towards Fei and refused to give her name. She was taller, looking more like a typical model.
"So, you're the girl I have to kiss. I can live with it for sure," beamed Mei. She did not hide the fact that she found Fei kissable. One of the men sighed in relief.
"Enough introductions, let's get started. We need to work on her makeup."
A man washed her face with a towel and started applying makeup. She had to change into the clothes provided. They did everything quickly, but the set-up still took a very long time.
Finally, everyone assembled on the set.
"We start shooting soon. Girls, the scene is simple. Fei is Mei's girlfriend who is going to sleep in that bed. Mei kisses her goodnight. Then, Erika comes in and starts to have sex with Mei. The couple should try to stay quiet. We had talked about the details, the lights, the moans. Do you think you can all do it?"
The girls nodded, but Fei was nervous.
Fei was not sure she could just kiss a girl she had no feelings for. Fei used to think that sex was meant to be done only with a special woman.
But, Mei's gentle smile put her at ease.
They shot the kiss scene several times. Each time the kiss lasted for about a minute. Passionate, erotic. Fei kissed naturally. She did not have sex for a long time, and the joy was genuine. She was happy that she could kiss Mei because she knew that she would have struggled with the other girl, though her lips also looked tempting.
Then, they moved on. There were lots of instructions and movement, but Fei needed to pretend to be asleep, so she could not see much of what was happening. She heard moans, kisses, the flesh of two women rubbing together. Whenever she tried to get up when the cameras were not rolling, a man directed her to lie back down and continue her act of sleeping.
After a while, the instructions waned. Fei forgot about the camera and just listened to the muffled moans of the girls. The staff was silent, and the act just unfolded. Sometimes they moved around, but for a long stretch, they remained in the background with the rhythmical noises of the girls. Either Mei enjoyed the sex very much or was a very good actress. She moaned, panted, and seemed to be having many smaller orgasms. Fei could not see the girls with her eyes closed but knew that Erika's lips were probably tasting Mei's most intimate parts.
There were some cuts and retakes, but all in all, the scene finished relatively smoothly. The girls dressed up afterward. Erika was now more lightened up. Did she enjoy the sex? The men started to pack everything into bags. One of the guys came over to Fei.
"Too bad you didn't get naked," said the man. "Do you want to stay and taste my cock?"
Fei was startled, not knowing how to respond. Mei pushed the guy away from her.
"Come on, let the girl rest. You can fuck a whore on SB."
"Ah, well, it's always worth a try. Law of big numbers, you know."
Mei pushed him towards the door, grimacing. The man was just smiling and walked towards the door.
"Keep friendly, okay. I'll give you a call," he said, waving at the girls.
"Just go."
With that, the men went out of the flat, leaving the girls behind.
"We really should have an all-female staff," Mei grumbled, but Erika did not seem to hear it. Her long fingers were adjusting the pantyhose on her leg.
After a minute, she finally looked up at the girls.
"Oh, it was nice shooting with you, Mei," she said and walked past Fei, at first ignoring her. But before reaching the door, she stopped and leaned back, suddenly kissing the unsuspecting Fei. A long, deep kiss. Her tongue expertly moving between Fei's lips.
She was a better kisser than Mei.
"I needed to try. Not bad," she winked without smiling. Her face was still like a mask.
Grabbing the doorknob, she turned back towards Fei.
"I don't hate you. Which is a big thing. See you around," she said, opened the door, and left. For a few seconds, the girls stood in silence. Mei's eyes were wide open.
Fei blushed as the thought occurred that she was now alone with a girl she just kissed several times.
"Oh, Erika says she does not hate you after the first time? That has never happened before."
"I guess that's a good thing?"
"In Erika's world, that's huge. The girl hates everyone by default. To be honest, we always fight, but we made a couple of good films together. She is in for the money. She is not a lesbian, you know. She prefers shooting with men."
"You know her well?"
"Not all that well. I kinda had a crush on her at first, but she was a huge jerk. Still, she is my type. I mean the way she looks."
"I think you look great together."
"Thanks," she said, blushing.
Fei was almost ready, but the other girl was still struggling to collect her things lying here and there around the apartment.
"Do you want to go on a date?" Mei asked suddenly.
Confused, Fei did not know what to say. Mei seemed to be quite straightforward.
"No, I don't want to date you. I just want to take you to an event tonight. It's better not to go alone."
"An event?"
"Erotica Eight. Have you heard of it?"
"That erotic show on the lowest floor?"
"You know! Yes, they hold it every three months."
"I heard that it's better not to go if you're female."
"Yeah, at times it gets rough. There is definitely some touching and sometimes even more, but it's not a choice. If you're in porn in this building, then you need to go. Please, please, come with me. We can watch out for each other."
Fei was hesitating, but Mei's eyes were impossible to refuse.
"Okay."
"Then, see you at the elevators, on this floor, at around nine."
Fei reached for the door, but Mei grabbed her hand and pulled the girl closer. She touched Fei's face.
"The kiss was really good. Can I kiss you one more time before we go?"
Fei nodded. The kiss was passionate, but before Fei could absorb herself in the kiss, Mei pulled away, giggling.
"Ugh... I might get addicted. Get out of here quickly," she said and let Fei go, staying behind to pack her things.
Fei, still a bit aroused, walked towards the stairwell.
Her first porn shooting went better than she expected. She thought she would have to deal with girls like those in the Red Court, but Mei was sweet, and even the cold Erika seemed to have taken a liking to her. Perhaps bisexual girls were different. Or, maybe these girls were not just there for the money.
Just like Fei.
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A few hours had passed since the kiss.
Fei was waiting nervously in front of a faux-bronze elevator door, clenching a pink brochure. As the elevator descended, only a few of the floor numbers above the door flickered to life. Evidently, the lightbulbs in this aging elevator were rarely tended to.
But, where was she? Would Mei really show up?
She timidly took a glance at the brochure. She got it in the main atrium, and normally, she would have thrown it away, but tonight she held onto it. EroticaEight was written on top with the names of production companies listed below. The companies were sorted into groups illustrated with suggestive images. Most were small studios with a questionable reputation, and worryingly, only three names were listed under 'lesbian.'
Her nervousness was palpable. It was not a place she would normally venture into. Conscious of the gaze of those around her, she held the paper sideways, squinting to read the names under the flickering neon light. Her eyes moved across the list.
Studio Aesthetica.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Of all places!
She took a glance at her cheap watch. It was nine-fifteen.
Ding.
The elevator door opened. There was no point waiting. Fei stepped in and descended into what she thought were the seediest depths of the Megabuilding. As the doors swung open on level B5-A, a thick and heavy blanket of humid air engulfed her, carrying the scent of machinery and echoing with the distant hum of bustling activity on floor where the event was organized. Fei had never visited this floor, even during the day, and now felt nervous at the sight of men.
She began to study the map on the back of the flyer when two soft hands landed on her shoulders. Startled, she looked up with genuine shock.
"You're on time!" the girl shouted with a big smile.
"Mei, you startled me."
"Sorry, I should have met you upstairs," she said, pushing fluffy danglers and straps off the screen of her phone. She fiddled with the phone, and after a few unsuccessful attempts, she made the screen lit up. She was wearing a revealing skirt, letting her legs show.
"Oh, I almost made it! Only fifteen minutes late! That's a record," she quipped. Fei sighed.
Her anger evaporated quickly at the sight of Mei.
Mei's warm smile put her to ease.
The girl took Fei's hand and led her through the crowd. Mei's eyes were sparkling under the spotlights lighting the corridor, seemingly unaffected by the people around them. Fei found her irresistibly beautiful, making her aware of her own lack of sex appeal. It made her even more anxious, though being ordinary was good, considering they were surrounded by sex-hungry men.
There were menacing gazes towards them every now and then.
She took a deep breath and tried to soak in the confidence of the woman walking by her side.
"I come here every month," Mei said carefreely, "Some of the clients are kinda off-putting, but we need events like this. You can go to the studios, meet people. Get noticed."
Her eyes stopped on the flyer.
"You got one? So, who's here tonight?"
She quickly scanned the sheet, but her expression did not change.
"So, which one do you want to see?"
"Studio Aesthetica," Fei replied.
"Not exactly my kind of studio. A bit too pink for my taste, but that Anna Wong girl is kinda cute. I wouldn't mind being filmed with her. Though I doubt that it will ever happen."
Fei blushed, feeling jealous. Naturally, others find her attractive too, but why couldn't Mei like one of the other girls?
"Do you know her?" Fei asked.
"No. Do you?"
"I met her a couple of times, just delivering stuff."
"Lucky girl. How is she?"
"Quite nice."
"That's good. Some girls can be such jerks."
"Like Erika?"
"Erika is bearable. But yes, she is a jerk."
"I think I know what you mean," Fei said, transferring her gaze from the flyer to a group of scantily dressed women whose mean giggles echoed across the hallway.
"It's quite rare to see that studio here," Mei added, pointing at Studio Aesthetica. "They're quite artistic, a bit upscale. I heard they treat girls well, and people love working there, but we wouldn't stand a chance."
She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
"They want classier girls, you know, not a base slut like me," she added and read the small print on the back.
"Normally, they avoid places like this, so why are they..." her voice trailed off as she concentrated on the text. She read for a while, avoiding oncoming people skilfully.
Her eyes lit up.
"Oh, today they're gonna announce something. Some of the stars will be there too. Wow, this is intense!"
"Is the studio famous?"
"No. It's not. But everyone knows them in 007."
In front of the hall, a crowd was gathering. Suspicious-looking drunkards, well-dressed gigolos, ordinary office workers, and a few half-naked male models mingled with the rest. To Fei, most looked perverted and hungry for sex, men she would usually avoid.
Feeling threatened, she pushed closer to Mei, yearning for her warmth and self-confidence. Was it a good idea to walk into a den full of wolves?
Mei took a laminated pass from her bag at the entrance and showed it to the two bouncers, who let them through without a word.
There was no entrance fee for those who worked in the business.
Inside, the hall was like a labyrinth. Small booths were set up, separated by walls decorated with pictures of naked bodies and flashing TV screens. Shelves were lined up with magazines, videos, and erotic cyber-electronics. Fei felt dizzy in the cacophony of noises, sounds, and electronic drum beats blasting from the speakers. Occasionally, they could hear women's orgasm-induced screams in videos or girls' sweet laughter in some erotica show.
Most clients were glued to the screens, huddled around a table full of magazines, or were absorbed in the merchandise on the shelves. But they did look at the girls from time to time, making Fei ever more uneasy.
What were these men thinking as they watched them? Did they believe they were here for the merchandise, perhaps as a lesbian couple? Or were they possibly thinking that Fei and Mei were porn stars?
Only Mei's pleasant smile could calm her nerves.
As they penetrated deeper, the booths became larger, featuring small stages and glass cabins. In some were girls, mostly naked, generously lavishing their smiles on those who passed by. In others, naked men were showing their well-formed muscles. Fei blushed when one of the girls beckoned to her from a cage.
Here in the back, there were fewer men around.
Mei grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. The sounds of moans and the sight of all that bare sexuality slowly awakened Fei's desire. She was happy that Mei was beside her.
Mei's hands are so warm, she thought.
"We are getting close to the lesbian section," she said with sparkling eyes.
A large overhead board featuring a naked lesbian couple separated them from the lesbian part of the exhibition. Fei grabbed onto Mei's hand with zeal.
They pushed through the last group of men in front of the entrance when a tall woman bumped into Fei.
Fei gasped.
Miss Chong!?
Miss Chong was gazing down at her, clearly surprised to see the girl.
"Oh, if it's not my delivery bitch? You put makeup on? I hope you're not hoping to get some clients here?"
"I'm not here for that."
"I hope so, you little whore. Don't think that this clumsy makeup will get you clients."
"That's enough. Let's go Fei," Mei said, pulling her away.
Chong turned red with anger and blocked their way.
"Didn't I tell you not to cross my path?" she said threateningly. The girls stepped back. Next to Miss Chong's luscious stature, Fei felt hopelessly inferior.
"Girls, should we kick her out?" Miss Chong said, looking back at the other prostitutes.
She saw that a group of well-dressed men was already negotiating with one of the girls. She let her threatening face mellow into a customer-conscious smile as the men looked curiously at the scene.
She turned back towards the girls.
"Okay, I'll let you enjoy the show this time, but I hope you don't try competing with us. You'll be crushed. Freelancer prostitutes are not tolerated in 007."
The girls dashed off.
"Nasty bitches. Who are they?"
"They work in the Red Court. Miss Chong is one of the most popular whores."
"Oh, I know her! Yeah, seen her pictures around. With this attitude, she doesn't deserve to look that hot. What an ass!" Mei said, pretending to spit on the floor. "So, should we head to S.A. to cheer you up?"
"If it's okay...." Fei mumbled, hiding another blush.
"Sure, just ask. I hope your Anna Wong is there."
The booth was more tasteful than the others, and Fei liked the logo plastered on the wall. The sensual silhouette of a woman reminded her of Anna.
A crowd was already gathering.
"They're going to make the announcement," someone yelled.
Mei grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
"Perfect timing," she said, leaning close to Fei.
Fei and Mei listened to the impassioned speech that lasted for a whole two minutes. The girls were speechless. It was a very good chance. The crowd was ecstatic too. The few females mingled among the men clapped too, and some jumped up and down in joy. Mei, too, looked enthusiastic.
"Fuck we don't stand a chance. Why didn't I get a proper upbringing?" Mei grumbled.
"Mei, I might want to do it."
"Well, you are a fan of Anna Wong. A true fan lines up," she said.
"I know I don't stand a chance, but... "
"I like your naïve enthusiasm."
"I am probably naïve..." Fei admitted.
"No, no. Try. You're going. I'm going to sign you up if necessary," Mei said, smiling, "You know what? I'm going to try too."
Fei felt jealous for a moment, but then she realized she would be less nervous if Mei was by her side.
The man talked briefly about other videos and what customers could buy. He was about to finish when he announced another exciting piece of news.
"Anna Wong is here. Women can meet with the star inside and get her autograph. Sorry, women only."
A strong man pushed the sex-hungry men back. Three girls lined up, but the clients were mostly male, and they had to be content with the merchandise. They picked up BDs and photobooks and slowly began to move towards the counter to pay, glancing jealously over at the woman lining up in front of the entrance.
Still holding Fei's hand, Mei pulled the girl closer to the booth.
"Let's meet the Queen," she said, beaming joyfully.
The line moved quickly. Finally, the last person, a mature woman in front of them, went in, and they stepped closer, stood on their tiptoes, and peered inside. Anna was sitting behind a table with a serene smile.
"Wow, she is hotter in real life. This is crazy," Mei whispered.
Anna Wong, with her round, feminine features, was beautiful. There were simply no better words to describe her. Fei's heart was thumping heavily. This was different than a business transaction. She was not here to deliver her order. The woman who went in before them finally finished and walked out, hugging the autograph, almost exploding with joy.
Mei pushed Fei forward and let her in first. Anna's dimple got deeper as she smiled at the timid girl. Anna paused, then said, "I know you. You're my delivery girl!"
Did she just recognize her?
"I'm really surprised to see you here. Don't tell me you're also in the business?"
"I'm kinda new to this, but I'm a big fan of yours."
"Really?" Anna unexpectedly blushed, "I'm so happy. I never would have imagined."
"Do you want the autograph on your body? Or should I just write it on a picture?"
Fei wanted to have an autograph on her body, but she was too nervous to even think about it. Besides, something that she could treasure sounded better. She pointed at one of Anna's photos, in which Anna was posing seductively across a bed of roses.
Getting an autograph before a porn star was the most embarrassing thing she had done so far, but she did not care. She wanted that autograph more than anything. Filming porn seemed tame compared to what she was doing now.
Was it not like confessing her lust to someone right in front of her?
"You know what? You work so hard. I'll give you some extra," she stood up and kissed Fei's lips. It was only a small touch of lips, but it sent shockwaves of pleasure down the girl's back. All red, she laughed nervously.
Anna Wong kissed her!
"I hope you come," she said and then motioned towards the door with the poster of the upcoming event. Fei nodded and watched Anna as she called in the next person.
Her gaze was still on Fei.
Fei nodded again in ecstasy, disoriented from the kiss. For years, she had spent her days alone, and in the last few hours, she had already kissed three girls, one of whom was the girl she had dreamed about.
Mei ran in, giggling, ignoring the other girl. Jealous, Fei decided to go outside quickly, but she could not shut out Mei.
"I want it on my body," Fei heard Mei's voice echo inside. She saw as she pulled off her top and pushed her naked chest toward the girl.
Will Anna Wong kiss her too? Fei wondered, but she was already outside, waiting for Mei.
Now that she had promised Anna to participate, a surge of doubt washed over her.
She knew that Mei was right.
They did not stand a chance.
|
Fei was still in a state of bliss as she wandered around the other booths with Mei.
She no longer cared about the stares from the sex-hungry men attending the show.
It was her turf now. She wanted to be an insider in this world, where lesbian porn actresses had the limelight and, against the odds, some of them could keep their genuine selves and not turn into money-hungry jerks.
Like Anna.
Mei introduced Fei to a few crew members and asked around for jobs, getting some promises, but nothing concrete. She was not dissatisfied, though.
They needed to turn down a few men who thought they were prostitutes, but the event was less threatening than Fei had expected. After about half an hour, they were out, back in the elevator.
"I had a lot of fun. And I'm still jealous. You got a kiss from the Queen!" Mei said.
"Sorry about that."
"Nah, that's okay. Why on earth would you apologize for that? She's not my type anyway. Besides, I might be able to slip into her bed if I get picked. Though I will cheer for you, of course."
Was Mei her rival now? Probably yes, but her charm disarmed Fei. Now that the image of Anna was dissipating, Mei again began to look more and more attractive.
"Thanks," Fei said, trying to hide an unwanted blush.
"Are we really doing this?" Mei probed.
"Yes, I want to try."
"Okay, then I'll be on your side. It's worth a try, but don't get your hopes up."
"I know you think I'm naïve, but..."
"It's your dream, so it's okay. Come, it's late. I'll send you back to your apartment," Mei said.
Fei's eyes widened at the suggestion, so Mei added, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hit on you or anything. Just want to make sure you're safe."
After navigating a maze of neon-soaked corridors and rickety staircases, they finally reached Mei's modest apartment. Exposed electric wires dangled precariously above the entrance, a sight that might have unsettled others. However, Mei appeared unfazed, likely accustomed to living in a similar unit herself.
Their eyes met. The glitter around Mei's eyes sparkled in the dim light, making Fei unconsciously bite her lip to control the urge to kiss her.
Mei hesitated for a moment, fiddling about nervously.
"Do you think we could have sex tonight?" Mei blurted out suddenly.
Fei was startled. The caprices of the girl surprised her. Didn't she promise that she wouldn't hit on her?
"I know you're into that Anna Wong girl, but a night of sex with a co-star wouldn't change much," she said.
Fei was looking into those sexy almond-shaped eyes, still speechless. Wasn't Mei tired after the movie?
"You know I was quite disappointed that we had no sex in the movie," she pushed on while her hands sought Fei's feminine hip. Fei did not protest, letting the girl trail her trickling fingers up and down along her back. She was giving in to desire. Her lips burned for another kiss, and she could not suppress her body's reactions.
Fei's defenses had crumbled, knowing that Mei could read her body like an open book. They kissed. It was a lustful kiss, and Fei did not want it to end.
Mei reached for the door handle behind Fei's back and pushed the door open. The two girls entered the apartment, absorbed in another kiss. The room was small, barely enough place for two women to stand side by side. The air was musty, filled with the familiar damp smell of megabuilding apartments. A small kitchen, a door, and a large bed made up most of the apartment.
Mei pulled away.
"Do you have a shower?" Mei inquired, looking around.
"Sure," said Fei, opening the only corner door.
"We both badly need a shower," she peered down at her body.
Despite the sweat, Mei still had a feminine scent around her, arousing a deep desire in Fei. There was something personal, something intimate about the girl.
Even though they had just met, Fei already felt as if they had known each other for long.
They stepped inside and kissed again. There was barely enough space for one person, let alone two, but Fei felt grateful for that now. Mei's soft breasts pushed against her.
"We need to squeeze, but don't worry," Mei said commandingly, almost as if they were in Mei's apartment. "I'm going to wash you thoroughly and then take you to bed," she continued, taking on a porn actress role, flirting. Despite her artifice, something motherly about her made Fei comfortable. Mei looked as if she genuinely cared, at least for tonight.
Their clothes quickly came off.
Mei's breasts were not too large, but her dark nipples appealed to Fei. Her hip, too, was quite flat, but her skin smooth, pleasant to touch.
Fei loved the way she looked.
Yet, she had to admit that neither of them looked like a real porn star compared to Erika, Miss Chong, or any of the other girls working in the brothel. But now, up close,
Mei looked insanely attractive.
They stepped inside the small bathtub below the shower. It was really a squeeze.
"Check this out," said Mei, showing the Anna Wong autograph. Anna's handwriting was pretty, but Fei felt jealous that Anna saw Mei naked. Nodding along, she opened the tap and let warm water run down her bare back. The water splashed on Mei, who took a small piece of cotton pad from a shelf and started removing Fei's
makeup. After a while, Fei's natural face came to the surface.
"Oh, my! It's not just the makeup; you're a natural beauty," she said, stroking Fei's hair. Her intense gaze made Fei blush. Her eyes suggested that the compliment was genuine. Or wasn't it? Still, she liked hearing it. They kissed again and again. Fei tried to reach for the soap, but Mei stopped her.
"No, let me do it."
She gently rubbed Fei down, arousing her senses even more. The movements were sensual and slow, the sponge almost reaching Fei's breasts but not quite, making her nipples harden.
Steam was now rising from the undrained water in the bathtub, giving the bathroom a touch of heated, erotic feel.
Mei suddenly stopped.
"Fuck, it's coming off," she exclaimed, "Fuck."
"What's happening?" Fei asked, not understanding why the girl had become upset.
Before Mei was able to answer her, she saw what happened. Anna's autograph on Mei's body was now smeared, quickly becoming unrecognizable.
Broad smiles were followed by laughter filling the small one-room apartment with a joyous vibrancy.
Mei's light-hearted way of life was soothing to Fei, who now pulled the naked woman close to keep kissing her until the laughter turned into a passionate moan.
Was this the happiness she missed in her life?
Warm water flowed down Fei's curved back, tracing her buttocks and spraying the water around.
Or was this a sex-only one-night adventure? Mei was gentle and caring, but this was probably just for tonight.
Nevertheless, Fei wanted to savor the moment. For Mei, she was one of many, but this was a special night for Fei.
Mei made an attempt to kneel down, but there was not enough room, so she urged
Fei to rub their bodies dry and head out to bed.
Small drops of water stayed behind on their skin, but they ignored it. Holding hands, Fei pulled the naked Mei out of the bathroom and onto her bed next to the door.
She watched Mei land among the sheets. She looked around and seemed to like that the room was almost just a large bed.
She pulled the naked Fei down into a stack of pillows and climbed on top of her. An unmistakable blush appeared on her face as she looked down at her pray.
With a wild gleam in her eyes, she let her body gently descend onto Fei's, who now sank into the pile of pillows from the girl's weight.
Nothing could make sex feel more real than feeling the weight of another woman pushing against your body, Fei thought.
The musty smell in the apartment was gone; it was now filled with the pleasant scent of soap. Kisses followed one another.
Mei pulled away again to take in the sight. She must have liked what she saw. Their gaze met, and Mei's lusty tongue pushed through Fei's lips.
Forceful, erotic. Fei let Mei take control.
The girl seemed to enjoy being in control, and perhaps, just perhaps, letting her be in control would make her happy. She barely knew her, but Fei just wanted her to be satisfied. It was just a kind, feminine instinct.
The muscles on Mei's leg hardened as she tried to sit up. She was sitting over Fei, her thighs pushing against her flesh. Fei could feel some moisture dripping from the woman.
Was it just water, or was the woman aroused?
Mei grabbed Fei's wrists and pinned her down, pushing her deep into the pillows.
"Oh, I so wanted to fuck you the moment I laid my eyes on you," she said, looking at Fei with a possessive gaze.
Fei's heart pounded even harder. The woman's eyes slowly looked up and down her body from above in a way that suggested that she owned Fei, that no matter how ordinary she looked, now she was her Mistress. Fei liked it. That gaze made her heart race. Now, it settled on Fei's chest.
Her nipples hardened as she realized that the woman's wet lips might soon brush against them.
With her gaze, she teased her for a while but then lowered herself onto the girl and tasted that hard nipple. At first, Fei felt the silk-like touch from Mei's lower lip, then her upper lip. The touch became a gentle peck, then a kiss. Soon, the woman's firm tongue began circling around the nipple, teasing it before she gave up all attempts for light foreplay and began to suck them forcefully.
Pleasure shot through Fei's body.
Slowly, the circles widened, and Mei moved on to lick outward, then back again with a masterful sense of rhythm.
Mei edged lower and lower.
Now, the kisses landed on Fei's hips and belly. Her fingers locked around Fei's, her eyes seeking the expression on the innocent girl's face. For a moment, they just looked at each other, then Mei lowered her tongue teasingly toward Fei.
Fei took a deep breath. Her groin ached for the woman's lips.
In a second, pleasure took over her body as the woman kissed her inner thighs. Fei closed her eyes and let out a loud moan.
Was her moan perhaps too loud? She no longer cared.
Mei had reached the middle, her tongue sliding along Fei's pussy. It was becoming difficult to control those moans that erupted from the ever-increasing pleasure. Each rhythmical stroke from Mei's tongue brought her closer to an intense, early orgasm.
Can it be? Will she reach an orgasm this soon?
She squeezed Mei's hand even harder. All those long years without real sex built up pent-up desires, which now were ready to burst forth. Sex was so much better than masturbation.
It was an exciting thought, having sex with another woman. There was a time when Fei thought that she would have a normal life with a man, but those days were long gone. She looked at Mei, wanting to kiss her again.
Should she beg for a kiss or let the girl do what she wants?
She already knew the answer. Mei was in control.
Fei surrendered and let the sex continue. After long minutes, Mei had a wave of self-induced orgasms. The tremors that overtook her body pushed Fei over the edge. Her orgasm was powerful.
The whole thing did not last longer than fifteen minutes, but it was intense, passionate, and, yes, perhaps irrational. Fei did not care.
Mei collapsed next to her, exhausted and drained of energy. Fei let the girl rest, though she was still somewhat aroused. She picked up a stray lock of Mei's hair, caressing it gently. Mei looked beautiful after sex. Though short, it was still a great feat after a long afternoon of filming. Panting, Mei reached for one last kiss.
After the kiss, the girls rolled away, holding each other's hands.
It's been a long time since Fei had real sex. Even then, it was not a very good relationship, and sex had never felt this good.
Now looking at the ceiling, the girls let themselves release all the built-up stress during the day. Fei began to feel exhausted. Unable to think anymore, she just listened as Mei breathed.
"You know I used to think that men are OK," Mei said pensively, breaking the silence,
"Not anymore."
"Are you more into women?"
"I know for a fact that I am a total lesbian. Yeah, a hopeless lesbian."
"You say it like that's a bad thing."
"No, I love being a lesbian, but sometimes it sucks."
"At first, I thought you were bisexual."
"Ah, yeah, that's the line, but the fact is that I really cannot even look at men anymore. But Erika prefers it that way."
"It seems you like her very much."
"Yeah."
"Do you love her?"
"Yeah."
Mei gazed at the ceiling, her eyes sparking in the dim light. For a moment, Fei felt disappointed and jealous. Why did she feel this way? They had just met, and after all, for the girl, Fei was just one of many. Yet, Fei was grateful that Mei enlivened her drab apartment with her presence, even if for one night. She decided to do everything for Mei, to make her happy, even if she could not expect anything in return. Even if Mei was simply using her.
"Do you think she has feelings for you?" Fei asked.
"Probably not, but that's okay. She likes men more."
Fei looked at Mei with caring eyes. Yes, she simply wanted the girl to be happy. No strings attached.
"This is why it's painful to be a lesbian. Maybe if I was a man...."
"I'm cheering for you," Fei said warmly. Their eyes met. Mei kissed her.
"Let's just hope I won't fall for you, too," she said.
Fei blushed. Exhausted, they were already falling asleep. Mei clumsily pulled a blanket over Fei, and the girls fell into a deep slumber.
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A Prologue to Sex
Standing in the cramped store under glaring neon lights in Megabuilding 0007, Fei bit her lips. She had actually done it. She blushed at the thought. Shy and self-conscious, she guided her stray locks back behind her feminine ears.
Was it okay for an ordinary girl like herself to do such a thing?
Her fingers trembled as she tried to put the pictures of Anna Wong back onto the rack. Anna, the girl she admired, was completely out of reach, but at least now she could be a little like her. It was difficult to tear her eyes off the picture. Anna Wong's lustful thighs and bare hips were awfully arousing.
"Anna Wong is very popular," the shop owner told her from a distance.
He knew Fei as she would often visit the store and now nodded towards her, his face smeared with streaks of oil from the device he was taking apart.
"She has many fans," he added.
It was a battered old store, stowed away in a side corridor, hidden under the jungle of neon light, selling many different things besides pornography.
Megabuilding 0007 had many side streets like this. Still, Fei was especially fond of this little backside corridor full of shops selling lesbian photobooks and old-fashioned electronic pornography. Fei wanted to collect everything of Anna, spending the little money she had on her pictures, videos, and interactive features.
Her phone rang, but Fei ignored the vibrations and reached out to pay with her wristband.
"I'll take these," she said, "and I know she's popular. I'm her fan."
The man gave her a knowing smile and let the girl pay.
At least here, she did not have to pretend that she was interested in men, though she knew that not everyone approved of her being a lesbian. The very person whose call she was ignoring was among them. Fei left the store and began to run, rummaging through her bag for her phone.
"Where are you?" Fei heard the familiar voice of Auntie as soon as she answered the phone.
"I thought I had five more minutes..."
"That woman wants to talk to you," she said without giving any more details.
"And I received a complaint from a customer. Come back as soon as possible."
"I'm on my way, Auntie."
"Tell me you were not wasting more money on those picture books."
"I was..."
"Ah, just come back quickly," she said and hung up the phone.
...
Fei soon arrived back on her floor. She spent most of her time on this small stretch of commercial space full of cheap shops, working for one of them and helping the proprietor, an old lady, make deliveries around the building.
Strangely, she liked it there.
Panting, she ran into the shop, but Auntie only nodded towards another store in the aisle. Fei looked in the indicated direction, but she did not see anybody.
"That woman friend of yours. Said she wanted to talk to you."
Fei looked again. For a while, she only saw the merchandise piled up in front of the store until a tall woman appeared from behind a slowly rotating display stand. Her dark eyes scanned the merchandise with measured disdain.
"Just don't make it too long," Auntie said.
The woman looked out of place in her fashionable clothes and tasteful makeup. Fei approached her, bowing slightly, ready to apologize for being late. The woman, however, did not seem to care about wasted time
"Nice to see you Fei," she said.
Fei smiled at her, and a broad smile appeared on her face in return. A smile that felt almost authentic. She was a friend of a distant relative, though Fei did not expect much from the woman, as the only time she saw her was usually when she had a favor to ask.
"Walk with me," she said and moved away from the shop.
Fei tried to keep up with her, but while other passers-by let the woman pass, they did not do the same for the casually dressed Fei, who blended into the background. She had to avoid stocky men, bulky pushcarts, and other obstacles that blocked her way. The woman, barely noticing her struggle, walked briskly and gracefully in her high-heel shoes, letting her footsteps echo on the flooring.
"It's a bit too humid down here," she said, fanning herself with the back of her palm.
They took an elevator to a higher floor where the clientele was less crude. Here, the woman slowed down and began to stroll along a corridor packed with restaurants and cafes. She walked with ease as if she owned the place.
"Fei, don't act like a stranger. We should be friends," the woman said, but her words had the opposite effect.
What was the price of her friendliness? Fei thought.
Despite the nice words, she showed no signs of pleasantness, walking ahead, ignoring her young friend. But then she suddenly looked left and right as if looking for eavesdroppers and then pushed her face close to Fei, smiling.
"I have seen your video," she said, making Fei almost trip and fall over a small package left at the side of the corridor.
"You have seen... what?" Fei mumbled. She could not believe her ears.
"I haven't told you what I'm doing, have I?"
"No. You said you work as an agent of some kind."
"Yes, you see, I don't like to talk about this, but I work in the entertainment business. I think you know what I mean by entertainment."
"I think I do," she said, but she could barely focus on her words as a torrent of shame overpowered her. Was it possible that she saw her video?
"We scout through the platform you've uploaded your videos to, you see."
Fei let out a gasp. She was unable to look up at the woman. Still, how could she find hers among the many millions of videos?
"I can see everything that was uploaded within this area," she explained, making Fei feel humiliated and amateurish.
"I'm in charge of this building, you know."
Fei was speechless. The woman flashed another smile towards her, but Fei did not know what to make of it. Only now did she understand what the woman was saying. Was she really in the sex business?
"This building...?" Fei tried.
"Yes, you see, I have some powerful clients who always want fresh talent. Unfortunately, there's not much coming out of here, but I manage."
Fei looked at the woman. So, she did this for a living. Fei always knew that the woman had money but had no idea what line of business she was in. Perhaps, Fei did not have to feel ashamed of herself, but she still felt the shame. She had never experienced anything more embarrassing.
"One of my clients, a small web magazine, liked it. They liked you, Fei," she said, and her smile broadened, almost beaming.
"Oh..."
"Yes, you're very lucky," she went on without even noticing the deep red blush on Fei's face. She again started to increase her pace, talking with enthusiasm.
"I also put in a few good words for you," she continued, and Fei gave her a timid nod of gratitude.
"To be honest, I've never imagined that you would do something like this. I mean, you're one of the most innocent girls I know, and to be honest, I was really surprised to see you in a video."
Fei kept her eyes to the floor.
"At first, I thought it couldn't be you."
The woman stopped and looked at Fei, forcing her to look up. Her gaze was full of seriousness.
"I should not encourage you to get too involved in this disreputable business, but this now is a great opportunity."
She paused and let the words sink in. Fei did not know what to say.
"All you have to do is give me permission for featuring your video, and we're done. You'll be paid a small amount, but don't expect much. It's not the money but the recognition that counts. If you're willing to go down this road, that is."
Fei nodded again. Was she giving her consent already? She could not tell, but deep inside, she was thrilled to hear that someone liked her solo video that had only gathered a few likes so far.
"And, I'll need some more. Make more of the same. Perhaps, you can put on more makeup and get your hair done."
After a long pause, she added, "...your body looks fine."
Fei blushed again, feeling awkward. The woman did not seem to be affected by her apparent unease. She pulled out a small box from her bag and handed it to Fei.
"Here, I bought you a gift."
Fei took it and nodded, her lips whispering a faint thank you.
"So, can I go ahead?"
Fei hesitated. Was it really a good idea? She made the video as her own personal secret, and now it was becoming more public. Was she okay with being thought of as a slut who does porn? She blushed, then finally gave a more pronounced nod, but the woman did not seem to find it satisfying enough.
"Yes," she said finally in a timid voice.
"Well then, I'll call you if I need anything else. Now, I have to get back to the office, and I assume you also have work to do."
She gave Fei a half-hearted embrace and then walked away. Fei stood there stunned, not knowing whether she should feel ashamed of herself or let herself be a bit thrilled. Getting featured in a D-rank magazine was probably not a big thing, despite her friend's display of enthusiasm. Still, after all, there were many, many girls, prettier than her, who never got featured anywhere. She made her way back to the store, worrying already about whether Auntie would ask her about the content of the talk. She knew she had to lie.
...
Back at the store, Auntie was sitting on a chair at the back counting something in a box, barely noticing Fei, who pushed herself in through the lush overhang of merchandise. For a while, Fei just stood there.
"I heard you made some videos," she said without looking up.
It can't be. Fei felt as if struck by lightning, but the woman did not even look up and kept counting. Fei waited patiently. Her blush was back, and now every second felt painfully long.
"Well, I hope at least it will bring in some money." She said, still counting. She paused and added, "Just don't become a whore."
"I won't..."
"A woman's best value is her innocence. Can a whore keep her innocence?"
"I don't know, Auntie."
"Well, just don't be a whore. Speaking of which. I don't know what you did, but you've pissed off Miss Chong."
"Oh..."
"This is the third time. She's a big client, though I don't like her very much. Go and apologize as soon as you can. She's at the new teahouse on the B-level. I think you can still catch her. Take a pack of cigarettes."
"Yes, Auntie," Fei bowed and ran out of the store. Outside she let out a sigh, but her heart was still racing. Was she feeling anxious about the apology, or was it from the shock that the two people closest to her discovered her secret? It was impossible to tell.
...
The teahouse was not far, but it took some time to find one's way through a maze of escalators, staircases, and walkways. Fei wanted to catch Miss Chong because she was usually meaner to her back at her workplace, the Red Court. In the teahouse, perhaps she would be less confrontational.
After a lot of climbing and running up escalators, Fei arrived at her destination. The teahouse was very elegant and had large windows overlooking the skyscrapers and the elevated highways surrounding the megabuilding. Fei mostly lived her life inside and rarely visited the higher floors where there was a good view.
She stepped in and looked around the tranquil tatami mat-covered interior populated with customers sitting in small groups of two or three.
"Looking for a table?" A pretty waitress asked, bowing gracefully. Fei acknowledged her with a timid nod, feeling self-conscious about her untidy appearance. Yet, the smile stayed, and the girl looked sincere, seemingly not minding Fei's lowly origins. Her smile eased Fei's tension, even if only for a moment.
"I'm meeting someone," she said, and the waitress let her in.
After a few seconds, she found the person she was looking for. Miss Chong's elegant figure was partly hidden behind a transparent curtain separating her private room from the rest of the teahouse.
Fei remembered the first time she had met the woman in the Red Court. Like most of the whores there, Miss Chong was then completely naked. Fei remembered how struck with awe she was at her proportionate curves, slender figure, and tantalizing eyes. Miss Chong was a woman who could make a man fall in love with her with one sideways glance.
Too bad that she was one of the cruelest women Fei had ever seen.
The waitress reappeared and led Fei into the private room area.
Was it a good idea to disturb the woman?
She followed the waitress reluctantly, stopping in front of the curtain. She bowed and asked for permission to enter. Miss Chong was in an erotic dress, revealing not a little of her luscious body. Fei blushed and pushed into the cloud of cigarette smoke. Miss Chong nodded towards the waitress, who left them alone. She slowly blew out the smoke and watched as the puffs swirled in the dim light.
"You dared to come here," she said slowly. Her gaze was cold, full of disdain.
"I came to apologize, Miss Chong," she said and handed her the cigarettes.
Miss Chong ignored her and refused to take the pack, watching the smoke as it spiraled upwards.
"Third time," she finally said after at least half-a-minute of painful silence.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Chong."
She measured the girl up with a disdained look, blowing out the smoke to the side.
"I'm disappointed in you. I thought you would have more respect for your elders."
"I'm truly sorry. Please tell me what I could do better next time."
Miss Chong looked around and ignored the girl for a while as if she did not exist. Then, she put down the cigarette and turned her whole body towards the girl.
"Let's make something clear. Our relationship is simple. I'm on top, and you're at the very bottom. Even the cheapest whore is higher than you in my eyes. You have one job. If I want you, you come right away. No delays, no distractions. I want you, you come. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss Chong," Fei bowed her head and were desperate to get out, but the woman did not seem to let her go. She kept smoking and fell into silence. Fei waited patiently until Miss Chong finally looked at her again with cold eyes.
"What are you waiting for? Get out of here. Don't pollute the air," she said, motioning again towards the exit. Fei ignored the insult, left the pack of cigarettes on the table, and disappeared from the woman's sight not to give her any more chance for further abuse. She was almost running back towards the store.
The rest of the day was spent with deliveries and no more drama. The evening turned into night. Her work at the store ended, letting Fei climb up the stairs towards her tiny apartment, hidden away in a maze of corridors in Side Tower C.
...
Once home, Fei closed the door behind herself and let out another sigh. The air conditioning unit began to hum away behind a dust-smeared windowpane. There was not much view and not much space, and all Fei could see through the window was a damp wall lined up with air-conditioning units.
Tiny, but it was home.
A small stretch of purple neon light filtered in through the window, pulsating with varying intensity. It came from a large commercial that took up tens of floors of space somewhere on the façade.
The light danced on Fei's body, putting her into an erotic mood.
Work was not over. She dropped her bag and stepped into a cramped bathroom with space only for a toilet bowl and a small shower separated by a cheap plastic curtain. The curtain would touch her shoulders while on the toilet, so it was pushed up into a recess, next to an assortment of pastel-colored bottles, brushes, and used up tubes of toothpaste.
Fei stepped in and began to strip, tossing her plain top into a basket outside. She quickly unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts, looking at them in the mirror with dissatisfaction. Her breasts could be bigger, she thought.
But, her nipples firmed at the touch of her hands.
The tension of arousal had been there since the morning. Slowly, she unbuckled her belt and eased off her pants. The movement felt erotic as she traced the curve of her hip, continuing down along her thighs.
Her skin looked firm and sexy, ready for a shower.
The tap squeaked, but after a few minutes, the water pressure pushed on the plastic hose, and warm water began to fall from the showerhead. Water trickled down along Fei's back, teasingly dropping on the curving top of her buttocks. She let the water flow on her hair, pushed in her tummy, and made her breasts appear larger by pushing her chest out.
Despite her lack of self-confidence, she did not hate what she saw. Her body was attractive.
She added a large amount of soap onto a rough sponge and began to rub away the dirt from a day's work. She soon felt relaxed. The scents of oils and creams opened up her senses.
How she had to resist the temptation to do more than a simple shower.
Just wait a little longer, Fei.
Once done, she stepped in front of the sink opposite the toilet. Steam was still streaming from the walls, and the mirror was clouded. Fei used the back of her hand to wipe away enough to get a good glimpse of herself. Her hair was terrible, her face too ordinary.
She had to put on makeup if she wanted to do another video tonight.
It seemed that the makeup she used last time paid off, so she tried to recreate the effect. In the video, she learned the techniques from promised tantalizing eyes and a face that communicated sexual arousal. Perfect for what she was about to do. She spent a great deal of time putting on makeup, but she was finally satisfied enough to leave the bathroom.
Slutty enough, she thought.
She pulled a white T-shirt on her braless chest and put on a pair of shorts instead of panties. She would remove them soon anyway.
She climbed on the bed that made up most of her room and organized the pillows in a neat pile, then she remembered the gift. Reluctant, she stepped off the bed, her bare feet touching the sterile tiles of the floor. She quickly took the small box and sat back among the soft blankets.
The box was purple with a pink ribbon. It looked expensive. Fei gently pulled on the ribbon, and it easily opened up, revealing the contents. She blushed.
Should she be angry at Vivian?
Fei had to admit that she felt excited because she wanted the gift, but she also felt a bit used. Lately, she had been browsing for something like this anyway. She took out the pieces of black-lace and placed them on the bed.
Did Vivian think that she would accept her offer from the beginning?
Well, the woman was right. Fei did accept her offer. She decided to be thankful and kept admiring the present.
There was a card with the words "Intimate Nights" printed on one side and the details of the company on the other. There was also a catalog that Fei wanted to look into, but now put back in the box. There was also a message.
"Dazzle your viewers with something sexy. It's very expensive! Love, Vivian."
Fei shook her head as she read the words.
Was it necessary to point out the price?
She let it go with a faint, understanding smile and looked at the underwear. The panties were black, the lace was smooth and very fine, unlike the cheap lingerie she was planning to buy. The bra was small and revealing, the kind that her viewers would enjoy, but she was not sure whether to put them on. They were meant to be put on for a special someone on an intimate night, so reluctantly, she decided to make tonight's video without them.
When was the last time she had sex with a special someone?
She had to admit that it had been a long time she had sex with a real person. She only had one girlfriend years ago, which ended disastrously. In fact, she had little money, barely any friends, no prospect of meeting a girl, no respect or status in the building, and perhaps not much future. Nothing of that mattered. Fei was content with the little she had. She liked her uncomplicated life.
She positioned herself on the bed and tried out poses after poses. This went on for a while, but then she set on the camera and let it roll.
A red light indicated that the camera was on.
Fei took the best position she could on the bed and dropped herself among the pillows. The act was on. She smiled, blew a kiss towards the camera, and then pulled off her white T-shirt, letting her breast flow out in one smooth and erotic movement.
Was she really such a slut?
She blushed. Well, when you reveal your naked body to the world, then you are a slut, Fei thought, and let herself enjoy the feeling of being exposed and naked. She slowly removed her shorts, careful not to reveal too much too soon.
After the clothes were all off, it was time to open her legs.
A lot of people might see the video, even people she knew. There was no going back now. She opened her legs timidly at first but then spread them in a luscious manner. Despite the shame she felt, she let her most intimate parts take center stage this time.
Her unshaved pussy was of an exotic, dark color, full of erotic tension.
It was praised by one of the commenters. Though the compliment came from a man, Fei felt relieved that someone found her sexy. He begged Fei to show more, and now she was ready to comply. She, too, liked the way her pussy looked, having a sexy feminine curve, a good balance of public hair, and a sexy tinge of darker skin, matching her dark nipples.
Her fingers craved for her own pussy, and she gave in. The tension was over, and pleasure shot through her body.
One thing was sure. Her moans were genuine, her blushes were real.
She had not masturbated for a long time, and the pent-up desire now exploded with vehemence. Her body moved with rhythm, tensing up and easing again in tantalizing cycles. She made sure that her nipples showed too and that people could see her face, blush, and attractive eyes.
It was easy to be genuine. She only had to think of the beautiful Anna Wong.
A young, lesbian pornstar. The cutest, sexiest woman Fei had ever seen.
Now that she was in the mood, her name was enough to get more aroused.
Anna Wong.
Fei now remembered how she had spent her break searching for pictures of Anna in older magazines. She could still see Anna's body and the lustful poses she was in on the photos she saw. Even the thought of the store, with its decadent atmosphere, was now arousing. Even a place like that hid beauty.
Suddenly, out of all this, the images of Miss Chong's naked body appeared in front of Fei.
Fei felt her tummy tingle with a rush of arousal.
Why would she feel this way?
She quickly dismissed the images, but they kept coming back, making her arousal even deeper every time.
The wide hips, the feminine backline, the ripe breasts, and that sexy, fertile pussy.
She hated that she felt aroused by the body of a woman she detested, but now even her cold look made Fei excited. Miss Chong's body was almost without a flaw. Her skin was in a shade that Fei loved, and she really liked Miss Chong's eyes. She learned to hate the disdainful look, but her face had a certain quality. It made Fei nervous, but at the same time strangely fascinated.
She knew she should not be thinking of Miss Chong, but the thought that it was forbidden made her all the more excited, only increasing Fei's pleasure.
After a while, she shook the thoughts off and crowded them out with the vivid pictures of a naked, well-proportioned Anna Wong. A more pleasant image.
The girl she loved.
Yes, she was in love with Anna.
Fei's pussy reacted to the stimulation, and her blush turned deeper. After all, she did meet Anna during her delivery trips, and she was very nice to her. Anna talked to her, smiled at her, and treated her like a friend. She was not just a pornstar.
Fei let her fingers circle around one of her nipples with more passion, causing it to send flashes of intense pleasure across the rest of her body.
Were those moments real?
Her panting turned into moans.
Anna.
Fei would be loud tonight. Let the neighbors hear her unrestrained moans.
Those moments were real, and Fei imagined how it would feel to let her lips touch the woman's soft nipples. She would kiss them until they firmed and suck on them with passion, watching the effects on the woman's face.
And what would it be like to finally kiss the woman's inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her most intimate parts?
Fei would do her best to satisfy Anna's every need while taking glances at her beautiful, pleasure-tortured face, fighting the oncoming impulses of overpowering orgasms.
The thought of satisfying Anna made Fei almost scream. An orgasm was about to crush in like a powerful tidal wave. She moaned Anna's name.
Anna, Anna, Anna.
The orgasm came, and it turned out to be more powerful than she anticipated. It rocked her body, and she was no longer able to control the way she looked on camera. She could only hope that the viewers will appreciate the naturalness of her performance.
More orgasms came one after another.
Fei remembered the unrestrained moans of Anna as she reached her orgasms. She remembered the scenes when other awfully attractive women would take her to new heights of joy. Anna Wong enjoyed it all and shared her pleasure with everyone else. Fei hoped that she could express how grateful she felt for Anna that she showed her beautiful body to others.
Now, she was a little like her.
Perhaps, someone's days will be more joyful, more exciting after watching Fei sharing her orgasms. Maybe women were not always just cheap objects to please the basest desire's viewers. Perhaps there were others like Fei, who could see the actress's real passions, real struggles, and real feelings in those moments of orgasmic joy.
Still panting, she dropped herself among the pillows, letting the camera roll. Her orgasms were powerful and satisfying, but she wished for more.
She felt the lack of the loving embrace of another woman.
How she wished that she had reached her orgasm in those weak, feminine arms of Anna Wong.
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As Roland opens his apartment's door, Linda stands up and hugs him; as he feels her boobs against his breast, he kisses her on the cheeks, on the lips and then in the mouth. Roland fondles her hips and tries to remove her sweater, but she raises her skirt, baring her naked twat, and opens Roland's fly.
He then understands that her wife is eager to be nailed without much foreplay and pushes her backwards, towards a stool she steps on, so she is at the right height above his erect cock, and as she kneels down, her cunt rides it.
Roland isn't satisfied, and as her hips rock around his prick, he raises her sweater and – surprise! There is neither shirt nor bra under it – so he can watch and fondle her bare 38L boobs.
Roland loves cleaning the mess he makes, so when they've both come, he felches her, thus giving her additional stimulation, and another orgasm; Linda always helps her own husband, so she asks him to snowball, so she can swallow it.
Once they've come, Linda loves giving her husband another treat – she volunteers her boobs for him to suck on; even though they are dry (and he's lactose intolerant), Roland loves latching on them, and she loves hugging him while he does that – and at times even gently fondling his dick while he's at it, in order to have her pussy fondled in turn.
Moreover, he can't speak while nursing, so she takes advantage of it to talk to him without interruption – but she takes the trouble never to tell him anything nasty until he's done with her tits.
Today she has very good tidings, "Roland, darling, do you remember Lola, the lesbian bartender?"
Roland and Linda have developed a sign language, so Roland can answer simple questions without stopping to nurse – his answer is yes.
"Ok, she's phoned me that an apartment in her condo is now vacant, and the rent is just $200 a month ..."
Roland waves, "Wonderful!"
"So, can we visit it when we're done?"
Roland signs, "Of course!"
Once they're done, and have showered, they go to the apartment; Lola is a dyke lesser breasted than Linda (Roland estimates that she's 40G), but nonetheless attractive, and she opens the door to the couple.
"Good," Roland says, "There is enough room for my books, my files, my computers – and for my wife and her love as well."
"You're right," Linda assents, "There is enough room for my books, my dresses, my computer and you, darling."
"Perhaps there is no children's room," Lola remarks, but Roland retorts, "No problem. We can't have any."
"Oops. Sorry, I didn't know. Why?"
Linda hands Lola an ISNA [Intersex Society of North America] business card, and tells her, "I have CAIS [Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome] – my chromosomes are male, but my body is female. I have big breasts, but no womb. And I have to have vaginal intercourse once a day or more to prevent my vagina from shortening."
Lola smiles, and Ronald adds, "The doctor says that having sex less often would be enough – but as we both love it, we have it as often as we can."
"I'm happy about you. Lesbian couples often lose interest in sex soon," Lola remarks, "What's your opinion? Are you renting this apartment?"
"Linda?" Roland asks, and she whispers something into his ear; his cheeks turn red and he says, "Lola, would the apartment owner mind if we now make love here?"
"I won't tell him. But are you really going to lie on the bare floor?"
"We have to check whether we can leisurely make love here," Linda says, "It's a medical necessity for us."
"Ok. What if I bring you a quilt, so you won't get a cold or hurt your back?"
"Thanks! You're the first woman sensible enough to do that," Robert says.
But they don't wait for her to return – the time she takes to go down two storeys, fetch the quilt, and go upstairs, Linda is lying naked on the floor, and Roland is licking her twat.
Linda bids him to move so they can have a 69, even though Roland is still fully dressed, and when Linda opens his fly and takes his dork into her mouth, Lola thinks, "I've seen enough. If they don't rent the apartment, I'm one of Silvio Berlusconi's molls."
Next day the contract is signed, and Roland moves his CPA [Certified Public Accountant] office there – working at home is the only way to both support his family and give Linda the medical care (sort of) she badly and wildly requires.
Lola isn't just a bartender – she owns the bar, and upgrades her contract with Roland in order to have the bookkeeping done every day instead of just once a week, even though the bar turnover isn't worth it, and Linda notices that Lola is doing that for her.
"What should I do?" Linda asks Roland, and he anwers, "I've never been jealous. You've had some male lovers so far and I've never objected. You can do whatever with her."
"But I'm not lesbian."
"You once told me that you were curious. And I think that you wouldn't be worried about her if she didn't intrigue you somewhat."
"Yes, she does. But going from theory to practice isn't that easy."
"A good way to break the ice would be to invite her to dinner. But on that evening I'll be elsewhere, so she'll understand that you wanted to be alone with her, and I agreed with that."
"Won't she rape me?"
"Lesbian rape is a rare occurrence. I don't fancy her doing that, and you're taller than her."
After a few weeks of dire thoughts turning into wild fantasies, Linda tells Roland that she's ready to have dinner with her; Lola accepts, but says that she prefers lunch, since her bar is open in the evening – and Roland assents.
As per his plans, in the morning he drives to a lake resort, where he meets some naturist friends and Lola finds Linda alone at home, with just two knives and forks on the table.
"Where's your hubby? I wanted to give him a book he would certainly love."
"He's away. He is chivalrous enough to let us talk and amuse ourselves alone."
The dinner is excellent, and Lola initiates Linda to lesbian sex by kissing her in the mouth in a way Roland couldn't even think of, licking her twat and massaging her G-spot with her fingers; Linda licks her pussy too, but refrains from stimulating her G-spot as she sees that her hymen is cribriform and still intact.
Lola takes a surgical glove from her bag, hands it to Linda and says, "Wear it and put two fingers up my ass following my directions. Keep licking my clit while doing that."
So Linda can easily give Lola the same kind of intense orgasm she's been given; when they're done, after a night's worth of orgasms, Linda asks Lola, "Can I teach Roland some of your tricks?"
"Of course," Lola says, and Linda then tells her, "Darling, the only person who's ever sucked my tits is Roland. Now you can join him. Please, enjoy."
Lola begins sucking Linda's tits, and some milk gushes from them, to the amazement of both; Linda comments, "Roland has worked so much on them, that you're now reaping the fruits."
"Perhaps he would have loved to be the first to taste your milk," Lola says, interrupting suction, but Linda rejoins, "He loves my tits, but he can't drink milk. He won't mind, and he'll probably thank you. Suckle at will."
Lola loves Linda's milk, and when her tits are empty, she gives her own to suckle – thus creating an everlasting relationship, as most ANR's [Adult Nursing Relationships] are.
It's nearly time for Lola to open her bar, and Linda asks her, "Your hymen ... you must not have never had sex with a man in your life!"
"Actually I had ... anal sex. That's how I learnt to stimulate my G-spot via the backdoor. My obgyn always complains that she has to perform anal explorations because I want to keep my hymen intact."
"Curious. Roland has sometimes asked me to take it up my ass, but I've always refused."
"And I would like to lactate like you. He must be a pro in lactation induction!"
"We could share his favors," Linda concludes, "I have him penetrate my vagina, and you've him penetrate your rectum. And the breasts of both are for him – or for us to suckle."
Lola says, "Hmm ... it's dangerous to whet a straight man's appetite. If and when he will suckle my breasts, you'll be with me!"
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Hi. I'm female, my name is Meigui, which is the Chinese name of the "Rosa rugosa", and I'm now telling you how my son Caizi ("Gifted Scholar") met his soulmate.
We're of Chinese ancestry, but we live in Washington DC; I lost my husband Yingyong ("Gallant") to the war in Iraq, and his pension allowed our son to be eventually admitted to the Center for the Study of Gender and Sexuality (CSGC) at New York University.
We have to be somewhat stingy, so I travel by Amtrak when visiting him, and I don't object at taking the subway to his apartment; but once he went to the Penn Station to bring me home, and we had to ride an overcrowded subway coach.
While we were standing up, I felt a male body pressing against my butt – not just a body, but an erect penis. I turned aside to look the molester in the face – it was Caizi!
He said, "Beg your pardon," but I was astonished anyway. He seemed genuinely sorry, but I wondered how could he be erotically interested in me. Worse, the coach was so crowded that he couldn't help rubbing his private part against my body – and I feared that people would think that he was a pervert rapist.
So I took his right hand, and put it on my belly, as if I were his girlfriend, not his mom, and enjoyed the body contact until we got off at Union Station. He put my trolley on his shoulders, then he took my right hand and escorted me to his apartment in E 11th Street, near the CSGS.
When we were in, I confronted him, "How do you dare sexually approach your mother?"
"Mom ... it was an accident."
"But your penis was erect!"
"I can't help that, mom. You're so cute and busty that I can't help feeling aroused whenever you are near me. It's always been like this."
"But you've had some girlfriends."
"I've never been able to come with them. Sorry, mom, at the last moment I realized that they weren't you, and I could not ejaculate, no matter how long and hard I thrust."
"Gosh! That's why you've eventually lost all them."
"Yes, mom."
His apartment had just one room and a king-size bed – I wanted him to buy it, hoping that he would soon fill it with a cute girl – and I had to sleep in it that night. I was afraid for a while, then I realized that he wouldn't rape me, so I could sleep snugly.
I was wrong. He didn't touch me, but he kept going to the john all night – once an hour, I reckoned; at first I thought he had eaten something rotten – but I ate the same food as him, and I felt fine; then I wondered if his diabetes was decompensating, and I realized at last that he was just masturbating, collecting his semen into his prepuce, and then trying to dispose of it in the commode.
Ok, a man is entitled to feel aroused when I'm near him; if he likes, he can jerk off over me – but compulsively masturbating near me, even though trying to be discreet, is beyond my conception of reasonable behavior.
So, when he was going to put his hands on his stiff cock again, I tried to stop him by putting my right hand under his palm in order to put it away – but before he could even notice my intrusion, he slapped my hand on his cock.
I felt so aroused that I couldn't take my hand away, and he construed my gesture as if I wanted to share his pleasure – he was right by now!
When he was going to come, I repeated what he's been doing for the whole evening – I took advantage of his being uncircumcised and folded his prepuce around his glans – so I could collect his semen and swallow it to the last drop.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I told myself. I silenced him as he muttered something about my apparent change of mind, opened my gown, so he could see the tits that arouse him so much, then I removed my panties, and sat on his still flaccid penis, rocking myself in order to have my labia and clit stimulated by his organ, until it became stiff enough to enter me.
While waiting for that, Caizi, my son, remembered that I had nursed him for more that two years, latched to my tits, and as he sucked them, I felt his cock getting stiffer, and my twat getting wetter. He nailed me without removing his mouth from my nipples, and I enjoyed that.
After sex, we hugged and cuddled – I felt refreshed, as I hadn't had intercourse for years, and an orgasm for weeks; I kissed Caizi in the mouth, and then he asked me, "Mom ..."
"My name is Meigui. You can't call me 'mom' anymore, darling."
"Ok, Meigui. Are you into anal sex?"
"Definitely no, Caizi. Forget about it with me. But you can ask it of another girl."
"Does it mean that we won't make love anymore?"
"No, Caizi, you're damn good. I meant that you mustn't be faithful to me. You have to make love with other women too."
"Ok, Meigui – I'll see to it."
"But please, always wear a condom with them!"
"So I can have it in the nude with you, can't I?"
"Yes. Buying them would be suspicious when the only people we're going to meet are either you or me."
He agreed, and we cuddled ourselves to sleep. In the morning I felt aroused, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Caizi sucking my nipples. He stopped for a while, but I told him, "You can have them whenever you like, but, please, awake me before nursing, so I enjoy it more!"
When he was done with my breasts, he moved to my vulva and sucked my clit with equal prowess, and made me come twice before fucking me, and then felching me, as he loved cleaning the mess he had made.
We had a shower and then breakfast; he had to go to class, so he kissed me in the mouth (I enjoyed it!) and walked to University, while I sat on the couch and thought to what we had done.
I couldn't tell anyone, and a few years earlier I sternly condemned a father who had committed incest with his daughter – ok, she was a minor, with neither a job nor a learning, so she couldn't refuse his advances. It wasn't definitely my son's case.
I went shopping in order to distract myself from both guilt and arousal (although I had orgasmed a lot, I was still craving for more sex, and kept thinking to Caizi); I didn't buy a lot of things, but among them there were a set of peek-a-boo bras, panties with a split crotch, and some beautiful stockings.
I still kept the revealing lingerie I wore when making love with my late husband, but it was in our Washington apartment – buying it anew was less expensive than having a round trip to there.
The bras were the thing I pained more over: it was crystal-clear that my son Caizi loved my tits, and I remembered nursing him upon request – and he requested my milk so often that I and my late hubby Yingyong had to find a way to make love while nursing.
Yingyong sat on an armchair, stark naked, but with an erect penis, and while Caizi was unwittingly arousing me while nursing, I slowly lowered my ass so that Yingyong could nail me.
Perhaps this made me associate nursing Caizi with reaching orgasm (à la Pavlov) – when I eventually weaned Caizi (at 6!), I had to ask Yingyong to kiss, lick and suck my nipples several times a day in order to arouse me in the evening – and he more often than not led me to orgasm by simply stroking my areolae.
Now Caizi was going to do the same to me – in a few days he could become as good as his father – and I was possessed by an insane fantasy: to be both his wet nurse and his lover.
Caizi once admitted to being aroused by wet nurses – and when my sisters and my sisters-in-law paid visits to our house and nursed their children, we didn't prevent Caizi from watching, and he could often taste a few drops of milk. Other aunts bring sweets to their nephew – they soon learnt that all he wanted was between their arms, and gave it generously.
At the end of their studies, CSGS students have to perform field research, and Caizi proposed "Sardinia" to his tutor; "Why not China, our homeland?" I asked him, and he answered, "An Italian girlfriend told me that Sardinians are somewhat breast-obsessed: they teach modesty so early and effectively that it is nearly impossible to see a female of their own aged more than two in her birthday suit – but if a baby wants nursing, her mother instantly bares her breasts and fulfills its needs, wherever they may be."
"Amusing. Don't you think that in a country like ours there may be a national minority with the same customs worth studying?"
"If you can tell me the name, I'll be more than glad to compare it with Sardinians."
I didn't know the name – I actually knew that the Beijing government was really worried because less than expected Chinese moms were exclusively breastfeeding their children, with unfortunate consequences.
My long breastfeeding Caizi was a fortunate exception, on a par with the case of the Chinese policewoman who breastfed all the infants she had rescued in the 2008 Sichuan earthquake – but I hoped, when proposing him to switch to China, that he would find a soulmate there. But now I had become his soulmate – and I was afraid that, if I fulfilled my fantasy of relactating, I would be the happiest mom in the world, but also the warden of his prison – a real milk trap.
My instinct was to buy some nursing bras, but they would have revealed my intent, and I thought that the peek-a-boo bras would wondefully frame my breasts, thus arousing him without prodding him to suckle them so much as to trigger relactation – but in my fantasies, I kept thinking to his mouth, lips and tongue around my breasts. My twat deserved much less attention, and after being so aroused by my nursing fantasies, even unwittingly skimming the supermarket trolley with it could make me come.
I had to feign an epileptic fit to conceal the real reason I squealed, but a couple girls might have seen thru it. They were my son's age, and volunteered to bring me to his apartment. They knew him, as they asked me, "Madam, you are Caizi's mom, aren't you?"
They had already seen what I had bought, so I shamelessly lied, "No, I'm his girlfriend. His mom won't come until summer."
"Oh, is he engaged? Mazal tov!"
"In Chinese we say, 'Wan fu'," I told them, "but I thank you for the wish."
The girls brought me to Caizi's apartment, and then told me: "We live in this building, a floor over yours. If you need something, please call us."
As I was alone, I couldn't help fingering myself and than having a shower; then I wore the lingerie I had bought, a transparent silk blouse (Yingyong loved fishnets, but I was younger, nulliparous, and my breasts were firmer) and a miniskirt. As I hate high-heels, I only put on slippers – but with small polished mirrors on the vamps; if Caizi looked at them, he wouldn't be able to think to their hide, but to my skin!
When Caizi went home, he was somewhat angry – luckily, he wasn't as short-tempered as Yingyong: he told me that the girls who had rescued me were worried about me.
"How kind of them!" I replied.
"Darling, Meigui, my friends, Eliza and Kate, had already seen our family's photos – so they couldn't be duped into thinking that you were my actual girlfriend."
"Caizi, I can't be your mother anymore. That's why I asked you to always call me by my first name. I didn't lie – I told them the actual truth."
"You lied to conceal the real reason you bought this lingerie!"
"Don't you like it, Caizi?" I told him while unbuttoning my blouse (sorry, I'm not Sharon Stone, I couldn't replay the famous scene in "Basic Instinct"); Caizi stared at my bra and upright nipples which kept gushing out of the slits, and meekly suggested, "Meigui, you could have stood still. You're a widow, you can have sex with whomever you like ..."
"... especially you, Caizi."
I hugged him, kissed him, and he told me, "Let me tell you something while I am having a shower."
"Let me help you – these garments are an easy wash."
I didn't actually shower with him – he had his shower in the cabin, while I stood outside; but looking at him naked while having his shower made me horny, and he got ever hornier watching my tits and my cunt popping out of the garments which where supposed to rein them in.
When he was done, I took a towel and hugged him under the pretense of wiping him, and he hugged, kissed me in turn, and pressed his dick against my belly – I felt as if he had put a firebrand against it!
He didn't dress – he undressed me instead, and chased me until his king size bed, where he grasped my heels, licked my twat, sucked my clit, fondled my tits, and nailed me while French kissing me.
After several orgasms of mine, he came, and after a bout of felching and snowballing, he at last managed to tell me that these girls had two secrets.
"They're lesbians, aren't they?" I asked him, "None of our business, anyway."
"Not just lesbians – they're also sisters!"
"So their secret is our secret," I remarked, "They may not let the cat out of the sac."
"No, they won't. But you didn't know that, and I was afraid that you could put us into trouble."
"Caizi, we have to find a solution. These girls weren't the first lesbians I had met in my life, and I know that their real pain in the ass is living in the closet. We've entered the closet tonight, and we have to find a place in which we can come out."
"There is no place in the world in which mother-son or sister-sister incest is legal. But some countries may only prosecute those who make a scandal with their incestuous conduct."
"So we would live in a demi-closet there. Which countries?"
"Sardinia. It belongs to Italy, and Italian law only punishes incest that makes a scandal. Moreover, the scandal must have been triggered by a lapse of the incestuous couple."
"What do you mean?"
"That if somebody peeks into our bedroom, there is no fault of our own; if the police enters our house and catches us in the act, there is no fault of our own ..."
"So, no Bowers v. Hardwick case there, I suppose."
"Right, but if WE do something that lets people know what we're doing, it's our fault."
"For example?"
"I make you pregnant ..."
"Impossible. You know I was sterilized once I had given birth to you."
"It was just a simple example; a more serious example would be claiming that we aren't mother and son, but girlfriend and boyfriend. This would make the relationship officially known, and therefore scandalous due to our own fault."
"Ok. I won't tell anybody else that you're my boyfriend. When are we going to Sardinia?"
"I should ask Eliza and Kate if they want you with us, since we're partners in this research. By the way, it is financed by a grant, but your flight and staying in Sardinia won't."
"Can I use my credit card in Sardinia?"
"Of course."
"How long will your field research last?"
"A couple years. It takes time to study a cohort of nursing moms."
"I know. I nursed you for six years. Aren't you going to resume?"
He resumed – he sucked my tits for ten minutes each, and then my clit; even though I was somewhat tired, I let him fuck me again, and then felch me.
The only thing I knew about Italy, except the incest law Caizi had explained me, was that Italian women used the "bidet" to wash their genitalia in it – I would never apparently ever need one, since I had such a willing slave!
We were hungry, so we made dinner, washed the dishes, and made love again; after making love, Caizi helped himself with my tits – and I was unable to stop him, since I loved his mouth on them so much.
I couldn't just be his lover but not his wet nurse, so I asked him whether he would like me to relactate.
"It would be wonderful – moreover, Kate is also an LLL [La Leche League] consultant. She can help you with that."
"So, are you telling me that our two couples are a marriage made in heaven?"
"Eliza, who's Jewish, would say 'basherte'; yes, it seems so."
"So, when will we meet in order to discuss relactation and traveling to Sardinia?"
"What if we dine together next Saturday night?"
"Ok. Let's now sleep now. You have to go to class tomorrow, haven't you?"
We wanted to sleep, but mutual attraction woke us up at about midnight, and I reminded my son how wonderful was it to me to nurse him at that time – now that Caizi was grown up, he knew how to fuck me into sleep afterwards.
As Eliza and Kate answered that it was better to put the dinner off by a week, we spent the following days making love whenever possible, and we couldn't simply get enough of it.
The day before the scheduled dinner, I had to go to an ob-gyn, who advised me to pause for a couple days and to use some lubricant – and I also had to buy new bras, as my boobs were growing.
The dinner was to be held in Eliza's and Kate's apartment, on the floor above ours; when Caizi dressed for it, I became suspicious, as he had bought a pair of wonderful boxer shorts and socks; then he asked me to wear the revealing lingerie I had bought for him and a blouse he had given me – beautiful, but more transparent than a window pane!
"What are we going to make with Eliza and Kate, Caizi?"
"They love swinging."
"Their hobby, not mine."
"They won't rape you."
"Have you had sex with either of them?"
"Actually with both."
I was astonished – I thought that he had seduced me out of misery, not that he had a sex life and I just was one of his lovers!
"Meigui, they're good friends, but you're much dearer to me than them. Whatever will happen to me, I'll love you more than any other woman," he told me, and he was sincere.
I cried and he comforted me (no, he just cuddled me – he didn't try to have sex with me); but I asked him, "What am I supposed to do tonight?"
"Just eating and talking. They know we're lovers, and we know they're lovers as well. If Kate asks you to bare your breasts, it isn't just out of erotic interest, but ..."
"... because she's also a lactation consultant. I know – I won't feel worse than when I met a straight male ob-gyn today."
We went to the girls' apartment, and I saw them dressed as sexy as me, although in no vulgar way: both Eliza and Kate wore shirts with a low-cut neckline, which highlighted their big breasts; but their shirts weren't transparent, and they wore trousers in lieu of skirts.
They had no make-up – neither had I; it was as if we were all confident of our charme, and didn't need any enhancement.
The food was good, the conversation pleasant, and we at last talked about our love life and the field research in Sardinia.
Eliza explained, "I and Kate are twenty years apart; since I and mom got pregnant nearly at the same time, and mom couldn't nurse Kate, as she was HIV+, I nursed both her and my son."
"Oh!" I said, "So you too have a son."
"I had him. Elijah was among the 9/11 victims, together with his father Shimson, who worked there and wanted his son to visit his office and meet his workmates."
I felt really sorry over that, and stroked, hugged and kissed Eliza. It was a display of empathy, not of attraction, but we felt closer nonetheless.
"I pulled myself together to help mom raise Kate. We apparently succeeded, but the relationship eventually went sexual, and we're now lovers."
"Does your mom know that?"
"We've never told her," Kate answered, "But you can't conceal anything from a mom."
"But she isn't apparently bothered," Eliza remarked, "She's always said that violence is the only perversion anybody should be ashamed of – and there is no violence between us."
Kate asked me, "Your son ..."
I corrected her, "I don't think sex and filiation are compatible. Caizi is my lover now, not my son. By the way, our relationship is open, so I won't be jealous of you."
Kate blushed, Eliza feigned indifference, but said, "Caizi told us you're going to relactate."
"You're right, Eliza."
"It's a good idea – nursing both Elijah and Kate made me come every time; and I enjoy these orgasms again when Caizi sucks my nipples together with Kate."
The description instantaneously aroused me. My cunt opened and its scent could be smelled across the room. Caizi fondled my shoulder, and Eliza touched my hand telling me, "You've got a very good son. Don't disown him."
I clasped Eliza's hand and looked at her bust. I wasn't jealous, but I felt the urge of inspecting the boobs which were sharing Caizi's mouth with mine – there was one way to do that.
I unbuttoned my blouse, and asked Kate to inspect my tits, while Caizi and Eliza were unashamedly leering at them.
Kate's touch was really professional, and she asked, "How long is Caizi suckling your nipples?"
"About a week."
"Curious: your breasts appear in advanced relactation stage – as if he had been suckling for months. If Caizi keeps sucking them regularly, eight times a day, ten minutes per nipple each time, you'll be lactating in two weeks."
"Really?" I asked, and Kate answered, "The glandular tissue is growing – you must have changed your bras lately – and you may have a gift for lactation."
"She keeps telling her girlfriends how much milk she gave me as a child!"
"I weaned him just weeks before he went to first class – I was afraid he would scream for milk while his teacher was explaining the 3 R's"
Eliza laughed, and asked Kate, "Kate, you've seen my breasts countless times, but could you explain me why they aren't lactating yet, even though you two provide me with double stimulation from time to time?"
While saying that, she unbuttoned her own shirt and unfastened her bra, so we could all see them in their full glory.
They were big and beautiful, although somewhat saggy – but a woman her age (and my age) couldn't be supposed to have a teenager's bosom.
Kate touched Eliza's breasts, then mine (still exposed), and told her sister, "If you're allowed to touch Meigui's breasts, you'll spot the difference: her mammae are mostly made up of glandular tissue – as if she were nearing delivery, while yours are mostly made up of fat."
I was somewhat excited at the thought of Eliza's touching my breasts, so I grabbed her hand and made her lightly skim my bosom; she said, "Best in the Earth!", and then took my hand and made it touch her breasts and nipples.
"Wonderful tits!" I said, and added, "I've got a secret: I always begin masturbating by massaging my breasts – and then I stimulate my clit. Perhaps that's the reason my breasts reacted so quickly at Caizi's suckling them."
"Perhaps," Kate said, and Eliza asked me, "Could you teach me your technique?"
"Caizi," I asked, "Could you do that to me? You know the technique because I always massaged my naked breasts in front of you before nursing."
"And once or twice, as a young toddler, I helped you. It was my food, and I was trying to get it as soon as possible!" he answered; then he made me sit on his lap, my back facing him, and began massaging my breasts – so well that I nearly squirmed of pleasure, and Eliza's and Kate's eyes aimed at my bosom and twat (I parted my legs during the massage, so my crotch was visible, and my lingerie was crotchless) could only increase my arousal.
I knew that Caizi's dick was getting harder, as it was pressing against my vulva, perineum and anus, so at last I rose on my feet, opened his fly, thus letting his cock gush out, then I put my cunt on it the way a ring is put on your finger.
Caizi couldn't massage my tits anymore – his hands were on my hips and buttocks, so I had to plead with Eliza and Kate, "Please, continue massaging me."
Would they refuse? They didn't, sat on our knees (mine own and Caizi's), massaged my breasts mimicking Caizi's technique, and latched on them.
While they were sucking, I distinctly felt a letdown reflex: milk was going to gush out!
I had promised that my first drop of milk would have been Caizi's – so I stopped Eliza and Kate, rose on my feet, turned 180° in order to face Caizi, got nailed again, and while he was making me come, my left nipple dropped milk into his hungry mouth.
Then it was the right nipple's turn, and when we were all done (he had come, and my tits were empty), we could face our friends Eliza and Kate, who had just made love behind my back, kissed us and congratulated us for the good deed!
"Can I ask Caizi to do that for me? I really want to lactate, but I'm not as talented as you!" Eliza told me, but I sealed her lips with my right forefinger, kissed her (not just on the lips – I actually poked my tongue into her mouth), hugged her, made her sit on a couch, and told her, "Do unto me what I do unto you!"
So she got her tits thoroughly massaged, and I got horny again. Caizi hadn't ended his refractory period, so I decided to resort to Plan B: I sat on the edge of a chair, putting my butt on it, but letting my pussy stick out, asked Caizi to kneel in front of it and to lick it, while Eliza and Kate were suckling the milk I had just denied them in order to feed the man of my life.
I soon came, but Caizi's dick was stiff; he wanted me to take it, but I retorted, "Your friends want it, don't they?"
Kate took it – eagerly, so I wondered whether she was really lesbian, or her incestuous relationship was only nourished by her great affection towards her sister.
Eliza and I were left alone, so I was initiated to lesbian sex by her. She was excellent, and the orgasms she gave me were beyond comparison – but I felt I was still in love with Caizi. Eliza realized it and told me, "You can't exact fidelity from your incestuous partner. You can only share him or her with his or her legitimate spouse."
"I know, Eliza. I will always love Caizi, and you. I can also help you with relactation. But I'm worried about living in the closet."
"You needn't worry. I have a solution."
Eliza couldn't tell me that then, because Kate was squealing of pleasure, and Caizi too came (somewhat earlier than when he is within me, I thought). Eliza hugged Kate from behind (she was still hugging Caizi), and I did the same to him.
"A wonderful evening," Kate remarked, and Caizi said, "We'd now test another pairing."
"Which pairing?" I asked, and he answered, "I've made love with you and Kate – I'd like to make love with Eliza as well."
"And me with Kate?" I pondered, watched Kate, who seemed willing to do so, and then I said, "I'm OK with it."
Eliza said, "As your mom is a fantastic lover, I'll thank her by having sex with you, darling."
So we ended our orgy. We had a bath together in Eliza's Jacuzzi, and when we got dressed again, I reminded them that we hadn't talked about our field research in Sardinia.
"There is just a problem," Kate answered, "The faculty pays for the trip and fieldwork of the researchers and their spouses."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The researchers are Eliza and Caizi," Kate said, "If we want to join them, we have to marry them."
I said, "Ok, Caizi can marry you, Kate. But what about me?"
Eliza laughed and said, "Darling, we're in the Empire State, where marriage equality is in the law of the land! I can marry you!"
I was astonished: I had never been proposed marriage after Yingyong's passing away, and I didn't expect to be so loved by a woman, or better, an individual I had barely known before having sex with, to deserve that!
I looked at Caizi, who smiled as if it were the best solution; and Eliza's look, after giving me so powerful orgasms, looked angelic; and Kate seemed the most loving of the in-laws anybody could desire (yes, she was good in bed like her older sister) – so I told Eliza, "If we'll spend our honeymoon and hopefully the rest of our life like tonight, I accept!"
It was strange to use homosexuality as a cover-up for incest, but our world is definitely upside down!
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Hi, my name is Roger.
I am a pharmacologist, credited with discovering the lactation suppository.
They're actually two - the starter and the maintainer.
If a woman takes the first one in the evening, the next morning she is already secreting colostrum.
The second suppository turns colostrum into milk - and even allows to relactate if milk expression has been discontinued for no more than a week.
There are lots of women who could become "milkmaids on contingency" thanks to my suppositories: imagine a grandmother who is afraid that her daughter may not consistently feed her grandchild.
She takes the first suppository the night her daughter gives birth, and whenever her daughter can't suckle the child, she takes the second suppository and replaces her.
Ah, you're asking me how long does it take for the second suppository to restart lactation, aren't you?
It depends on one factor: orgasmic response. It usually takes three hours between the intake and the lactation, but this time can be greatly shortened by having an orgasm - no matter how.
Our firm doesn't like its employees to disclose that, but I once had to tell it to mom.
I'm actually married, but my wife Angela has recurrent herpes - if the mammae are affected, the child can't be breastfed during the relapse.
My mom is a real worrywart, so, even though the risk was very low, she took the first suppository the night Angela gave birth to Patricia, and on Saturdays she insisted on suckling her, to keep her mammae ready for intervention.
Alas, the unlikely event occurred. But, since she had ended her suppositories' supply, Patricia had to wait for two hours crying before I could fetch a box for mom.
Mom told me: "The poor child can't wait any more. You once giggled that there was a way to shorten latency time. Could you please tell me what is it?"
"Er ... you have to masturbate, mom."
"Do you mean, I need an orgasm?"
"Yes."
"Gosh! I've always been bad at it. Dad was very good, but passed away last year."
"You're still charming, mom. Perhaps you'll easily find a helper."
"Roger, we have no time for courtship. As Rav Hillel said in the Ethics of the Fathers, 'Where there are no men, strive to be a man'."
Her stare was eloquent, and I asked her, "Mom, what are you asking me?"
"We can obviously sit here idly for three hours and ignore Patricia's cry. But she has already waited for too much."
I therefore hugged her, feeling her big breasts against my body (she had always been busty, and the suppositories had increased her boob size); she kissed me in the mouth and rubbed her twat against my dick, which got very hard.
I whispered a question into her ear, she shouted an "Eek!," then whispered back, "You're right, do that."
She opened her shirt, I briefly sucked her still dry tits, turned her 180° and made her stoop. I upskirted her, lowered her panties, licked the suppository before gently shoving it up her ass.
I was going to sodomize my mom, but then I saw her labia between her thighs.
I felt awkward at trespassing into my late father's property, and Angela had taught me a very fine art - so I behaved differently.
I lubed my left hand, kneeled behind her, stopped her butthole with my left little finger first, and then with my ring finger (no ring there, luckily); then I gently opened my mom's labia with my right thumb and forefinger, and let my left middle finger and forefinger slide into her vagina, while my tongue was licking her clit and her urethral opening.
Her orgasm was explosive, and she was able to lactate within minutes - Angela latched Patricia onto my mom's boobs, while I was washing my hands thoroughly.
I came back to the bedroom with a big mound beneath my trousers, and Angela told me: "You've been wonderful. Don't you need to discharge your load now?"
"I'd like to."
"So, come with me into our bedroom, and let's have sex."
There we went, and I sodomized Angela while thinking of my mom. Then I washed my dick and after a while I entered her cunt. I love "cleaning my mess," so after that I licked her labia clean.
We forgot to close the doors while doing that, so my mom saw everything while nursing Patricia into sleep.
When she was done, she kissed me in the mouth, in front of Angela, and then she kissed her the same way.
Both women smiled at me, and I would have asked them for an explanation, but I got a phone call: I had to hurry up to the lab - the night shift was experiencing a serious mishap.
When I came home I found both Angela and my mom in my bed, naked, asleep and hugging each other. I knew that my wife was bisexual, but my mom's behavior was quite a surprise for me.
Hadn't Patricia cried for her night feed, I would have waited for the next morning to get an explanation; but, as my mother took my daughter into her arms to feed her, I sat beside my wife and asked her.
"Your mom has always been bisexual, but she had never acted on her attraction towards women until tonight. Perhaps, once she broke with the incest taboo, she could admit a lesser deviation - being attracted by women."
"I understand. So you have had sex together."
"Yes, we did. So, whenever necessary, I can provide her with the daily orgasm she needs to sustain lactation."
"Er," mom asked, "Isn't lactation supposed to self-sustain?"
"Not the one induced by the suppositories. You need an orgasm a day to keep the milk flowing."
"For my granddaughter, I am ready to do anything. But I don't think Angela wants to make love every day."
"You're right, mom," Angela replied, "You know that orgasms are really exhausting for me, especially the multiple ones Roger can give either of us."
"So, Roger, you can make love with me on even days, and with Angela on odd days," mom concluded.
"Something is amiss in your arrangement, mom," I said, "On odd days, Angela will have to make love with both me and you. So she'll have two orgasms. Like today. Can she bear them?"
"From time to time, I can," Angela replied, "But I'm not going to receive an orgasm by your mom every other day - I'm going to give her one."
I didn't have the time to let my mouth droop before my mom told me: "Roger, you really aroused me before by proposing to have anal sex with me - but you eventually had it with Angela. When are you going to keep your promise?"
"You can keep it now," my wife told me, so, when Patricia was full and asleep, I did just that.
De Sade said that it's a divine pleasure to sod one's mom - I got it.
After a week, my wife Angela's herpes subsided, so she could nurse our daughter Patricia again.
But my mom loves lactating, so she spends the day eating incredible quantities of vegan food, and in the evening she nurses both me and Angela, thus sparing us the hassle of cooking for dinner.
This feat has made my mom's tits enormous - she now despairs finding a fitting bra, and whenever she is neither eating nor reading (she loves classical literature - she has even attended Latin and Greek classes in order to read Cicero and Plato in their own languages), she has to support her own breasts with her arms.
Her belly hasn't grown much - her waistline is about 36' (her boobs are now 38K), so she can be considered somewhat overweight, but not outright obese; after nursing us, she lets us play with her boobs and body until either me or my wife titillate her into an orgasm. Then, on even days I penetrate my mom's vagina from the behind, while my wife licks her clit; on odd days it is my mom that licks my wife's clit while I penetrate her.
Patricia is mostly nursed by my wife Angela, but on Sundays it's my mother that does that. My mom would like to nurse her more often, but our pediatrician has discovered that her milk is more apt to two adult people like me and my wife than to a toddler - so better not to overload her gut too often.
Thank's to my mom's help, we're now thinking about having another child - assisted reproduction will ensure we'll get a girl, and her name will be Letitia.
Anal sex is no more practiced - both my women miss it, but vaginal sex is safer.
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Hi, I'm Helen, I'm nineteen, and I've been lesbian since I can remember.
I live in a strange family: mom and dad, named respectively Anne and Joachim, are naturists, and are both so fond of breastfeeding that, as soon as they got married, decided to bear a child a year, and give it to adoption as soon as it has been born, in order to keep my mom in a state of perennial pregnancy and breastfeeding (yes, you can breastfeed while pregnant, but you should obviously eat a lot!).
I was the first child, and my mother wanted to keep and raise me - my siblings haven't been so lucky. Since I'm now nineteen, I have witnessed ten brothers and eight sisters being nursed for about a week, and then given away. Mom knows their whereabouts (she wouldn't have given her children to unknown or untrustworthy people), but has so far withheld all info from me. As far as I know, dad couldn't care less - he's content with mom being sure they're safe and sound.
My parents are naturists, and I am in the nude at home as well. I admit that I'm somewhat intrigued by my mom's body (her breasts have immensely grown, and her belly, when she is less than three months' pregnant, is nearly flat), but I'm nearly indifferent to dad's. Some lesbians are disgusted by male genitalia, while I simply think that "to anybody his/her own".
The main consumer of mom's milk is, of course, dad; but mom lavishes it, and she's never actually weaned me. Most of my food is vegan, but mom lets me sip some milk from her tits from time to time. Once we were at a (textile) party, and I jokingly asked mom for some of her milk; she took my hand, led me to a closet, opened her shirt, and nursed me for half an hour. Then she asked me to do something she usually asks dad: to fill my mouth with her milk, and snowball it into her. I did it twice - one per tit.
I still wonder if that was just a nursing or an erotic experience for her; it has at least made us more intimate, and mom never refuses me her milk - at times she apologizes saying, "Helen, there isn't much milk left because dad has binged on it".
But there is always more than I hunger for, so I always tell mom, "Don't worry - you'd fill up a whale". A times I and dad shared mom's bosom - he sucked the left breast, I the right one. I feel wet then, and dad shows some visible excitation - but we didn't go on: the boundaries between me and dad are neater and firmer than between me and mom.
You'd think that mom doesn't work, and you'd be wrong: she only has a very peculiar job. She is a "webcam artist" - since she and dad love and crave sex, they've turned their king size bed into their movie studio. They've put seven (!) remote controlled full HD cameras in their bedroom, and have learnt to conceal the remotes between the sheets; there is a row of LED TV monitors hanging from the ceiling, and another between the mattress and the headboard, so they can always see what the online viewers are watching.
They've become really adroit at that, so nobody would notice that they're doing that both for their own pleasure and for their viewers' arousal - and I also noticed that they take advantage of the zoom lenses to get aroused at the magnified private parts of their own and their partner's body.
Ah, you wonder how did I learn that? Simply put, neither parent believes in parental control - they've installed the strongest antivirus software they could afford, but they've never prevented me from watching anything (they only forbade me to buy anything online without their approval).
At about six I both met online porn and my parents' erotic videos - I immediately learnt the difference between love and performance, and stopped watching the first.
My parents' videos fill a niche: amateur-pregnant-breastfeeding, and they earn them a lot of money. I've just ended high school (I don't live in the US - in my country people end high school at 19), and I've just been admitted to a prestigious Faculty of Psychology; alas, even in my country prestige = money, so I once made a strange proposal to my mother.
She was about five months pregnant, dad wasn't at home - men can't just spend the whole day having sex, unless they're my age, so he also has a regular work in a bank, and my mother uses a breast pump and a whole gamut of sex toys to keep both her milk yield and her sex drive (and her viewers' arousal) high when she is alone in her bedroom - apparently, many viewers appreciate her behaving like a causal housewife, who has to make do without her husband when she definitely needs his help.
I came back home, kissed mom on her closed lips, disrobed, and asked her for some milk. She obviously assented, but then noticed that I was eating more than usual, and more voluptuously; she stroked me tenderly (what's a mother supposed to do to her favorite daughter, the only one she kept?), and asked me: "Darling, when you do that, you have something to tell me".
"Right, mom," I said after removing my mouth from her left nipple, "Can I eat from the other breast before answering?"
"Of course," she said, and when I was done, I told her that I wanted to help her with her job.
"How? Do you want to operate the cameras?"
"Not really - I couldn't do better than you. I wanted to join you onstage".
"Darling!! If we did that we'd land up in jail! In our country incest is forbidden even between consenting adults!"
"I could disguise myself".
"Imagine you shrill during orgasm - it would blow up your disguise. No, we can't have sex in front of a camera and get away scot-free."
I asked in amazement: "In front of a camera?"; mom giggled and said: "Darling, such a thing must be made stealthily, not online. Its enjoyment must be private. Nobody must know that - except perhaps dad."
"Dad ... what would he say?"
"He's not jealous of my relationships with women. He wouldn't object to me and you sharing your bed."
"My bed?"
"There are no cameras in your bedroom, I suppose."
"No, mom, we can make love there," I said with a very soft voice pleading surrender.
I'm not telling you all the details - I can only say that it was the best sex I had had until then, only paralleled by the sex we keep having. I wasn't inexperienced, but I then learnt the difference between being playmates and lovers.
Our lovemaking could have lasted more, but we knew that dad was coming home; so we had a shower together (it was not that easy to share the shower cabin: not only was my mother pregnant and extremely busty, but my boobs aren't small, and I even felt that they had somewhat grown - nipple stimulation can cause that), and, when dad came home, mom volunteered her tits to us both.
While we were suckling, mom started apologizing for not working most of the afternoon, as she "and a girl close to her wanted to raise their relationship intimacy level". Dad didn't stop suckling, but his eye movements expressed curiosity - who was the lucky girl who convinced mom to suspend having sex for money and enjoying it for free and friendship?
Mom's eyes pointed to me, and when dad realized what she meant, he batted his left eyelash à la Spock, and resumed suckling until both mom's udders went dry.
Now we could speak, and dad asked, "How could it happen? Who seduced whom?"
I answered, "Dad, I think I've always wanted that, and mom eventually shared my desire. So, when I volunteered to help you raise porn money, she told me that we couldn't have sex online, but only in my bedroom."
"Mom was right," dad remarked, "you must have sex privately, or you may land up in jail."
Mom told dad, "Jo, I knew you would understand. Please, treat our child from now on the way you've always treated my female lovers."
"What do you mean?" I asked, and dad answered, "Slightly better than a daughter. When mom and one of her girlfriends start having sex, I feel compelled to be chivalrous to both - it's a way to plead that, if mom wanted a girlfriend, it wasn't because her husband was lacking. Moreover, most of mom's girlfriends are really pretty, smart and nice, so I love pleasing them."
"In a few instances, you ended up sleeping with my girlfriends," mom remarked. I was astonished: I thought that my parents' erotic footage disclosed everything about their sex life, but, even though they spent having sex online more than six hours a day, they still had a private, outré sex life with strangers.
"Dad," I asked, "Why do you claim to be an Orthodox Jew even though you eat pork?"
"So we were excused from broadcasting online sex on Shabbat," mom laughed, and I added, "So you could have your private sex life," I added, "while I was always elsewhere on Shabbat. Thanks, mom for being so good at keeping secrets!"
Dad stroked my hair and told me, "Now you know why did I marry your mom. By the way, Anne, what's the sex of the child you're carrying?"
"She's female. I had an ultrasound today, before making love with Helen. There are no apparent defects - how will we name her?"
"Dahlia," I answered, "Daisy is too common."
Mom and dad agreed, so the name was entered in the folder of my nineteenth sibling.
In the following days dad actually improved his behavior towards us both - and even the frequency, the effort, and the orgasmic outcome of the sex he had with mom. I kept watching the videos my parents were shooting, and they were even more arousing.
How can a lesbian be aroused by straight porn? The secret is identifying with the female character - and if she really enjoys sex, her arousal is catching.
I didn't spend six hours a day just watching my parents making love: my laptop had two screens - on one I watched my parents (I think they didn't watch me so closely as a newborn asleep in a crib as I was watching them in bed), on the other I studied my e-books, wrote my assignments, and so on.
Mom didn't just love having sex with dad - even though she had to prioritize it, she always managed to have sex with me at least once a day on weekdays, and twice on Shabbat.
But not only did dad know how to please a woman in bed - he also knew ho entice her into wanting him in bed. He didn't do much to woo me, but I eventually was curious about having sex with him - and I talked to mom about it.
"You can have him," she said, "as far as I am concerned. You're not going to break our marriage - if you make love with us both, you'll have to bank on its soundness."
"Thanks, mom. Is there a way to tell him I'm going to have sex with him?"
"I'd like you to discover it by yourself. But I can prepare dad for that - unbeknownst to him."
Only rarely mom had had anal sex - she found it pleasant, but also gross; but from that evening on, she began starting the film sessions with enemas, kept taking anal toys into her butt, asking dad to penetrate her both in the twat and in the ass, and she even used the breast pump to collect milk to take into her ass, and then squirt it into dad's mouth.
Dad was somewhat sexually adventurous, and after a week of such anal treatment, he wanted to experiment it himself - in about a month, mom and dad enjoyed both the active and the passive roles in anal sex.
I had never seen dad (or any other man) enjoying pegging, but mom trained dad to squeal while dildoed.
And, while mom was doing that to dad, she also began doing that to me - she knew that I was a "Gold Star Lesbian", and wanted me to enjoy penetration without letting dad taking my maidenhead.
Obviously mom also sucked my tits, licked my twat, did all the standard lesbian stuff - but we all knew that I and dad where to have anal sex sometime.
We eventually had it when mom had to leave home for her last ultrasound - the ob-gyn was astounded that she had come alone walking to her practice, but the truth was that mom wanted us to have plenty of time together.
While she was away, my maidenhead was taken. Dad began by kissing, then licked my armpits, sucked my tits, licked my twat, rimmed my ass, lubed it, penetrated it, then put a strap-on on me, so I could peg him. We forgot the enemas, so we had to wash each other's private parts - and this gesture made us so intimate, that I thought it was high time to lose my "Golden Star Lesbian" award.
I enjoyed it very much - I could now understand mom and all other straight/bi women who enjoyed sex with men, and I knew that I could now even enjoy penetration by a fellow lesbian.
When mom was at home, we told her all that, and mom joined us in an awesome threesome.
The due date was arriving, and we decided to broadcast the childbirth online - we couldn't broadcast sex, so we hoped that the viewers would love it anyway.
It took twelve hours, in which both me, dad and an ob-gyn helped mom have an orgasmic birth - I noticed that the ob-gyn was more intimate than usual with mom, and dad would later confirm that she was among mom's girlfriends.
Orgasms produce oxytocin, which helps delivery, so the ob-gyn was right in encouraging dad to do mom whatever she liked - while I had to content myself with gentle strokes and light kisses, while mom was recovering from orgasms, as I was in front of a camera.
In the meantime, the viewers tweeted heaps of encouragements and praise, and when Dahlia went out of mom's birth canal, the server was overloaded with cyber applauses.
Dahlia successfully started nursing, and after a week she was given her name in a ceremony, in which the godparents were her eventual adoptive parents, and took her home after that.
I missed my sister, but my parent's love is invaluable.
*** The End ***
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Hi. My name is Israela and I am a female Jewish analytical (Jungian) psychologist. I am married with a Gentile pharmacist named Jane, and as soon as we got married, we joined the NuDistrict, a clothing-optional community.
There are no stated gender restrictions, but nearly all the adult inhabitants are women -- cis or trans; male-identified people are "nudged" into leaving once reaching adulthood. Obviously, if an outside man needs medical care, we'll cure him, but once he is able to walk away, he should bid us farewell.
The only exception is Leo, the child of Kristin, who is still among us even though they are already 30 and lecture on Quantum Computing at a nearby university.
There they found a Humanistic Jewish community who welcomed and "adopted" them into the Jewish people, without even requiring them to circumcise (paraphrasing David Ben-Gurion, they say, "Whoever is 'meshugge (crazy)' enough to self-identify as Jewish, is Jewish"), in spite of their non-binary gender identity.
In fact, assigned male at birth, Leo had their puberty blocked with GnHR, as they were unwilling to become an adult-bodied male. Their mother Kristin is much like the Venus of Lespugue, and they (Leo) have always boasted of envying her tits.
They (Kristin's tits) are the product of nature and nurture -- Kristin is a gold star lesbian, had Leo via assisted reproduction, and she's never stopped nursing after Leo's birth.
Leo, as they are now 30, doesn't obviously just drink their mom's milk; and Kristin doesn't secrete milk just for her child -- she provides high quality milk to all children who need it, in NuDistrict and at nearby hospitals.
Kristin has a herbalist's shop (she often jokes that she couldn't sell dairy products without arousing suspicion), and we often see her at the counter with her breasts attached to a hospital-grade pump. We have even learnt her schedule, and keep out of her shop at 10.00, 13.00, 16.00 - not because we deem breastfeeding or breast pumping indecent, but because she couldn't hand her customer anything while pumping.
We know that Leo in the evening milks their mother, and we find nothing wrong in it, but the NuDistrict's board of directors is getting uneasy at Leo's continued residence -- they have a good job, they could live in the university guestrooms with little to no charge, so, if they have a male gender identity, they should leave the community.
Moreover, the NuDistrict health care broker, which manages a subsidized health care plan, has noticed that Leo's GnHR is a really costly medicine, which shouldn't be administered to a 30-year old adult without very specific illnesses -- so the broker is going to discontinue its coverage.
So I am asked to talk to Leo and to find a shared solution to these issues. I understand that their continued being on GnHR is a serious problem (this medicine may also cause osteopenia or even osteoporosis), but I am uneasy at the obvious attempt to keep NuDistrict male-identified-people free.
It is true that keeping such people away has made violent crime nearly absent here, but I think that people should be evaluated according to their own qualities, not to the groups they belong to. Being Jewish implies that.
So I decide not to summon Kristin and Leo to my office, but to informally talk to them, and one Saturday I entered Kristin's shop, at about 10.
Israela: Hi, Kristin.
Kristin: Hi, Israela. As you can see, I'm pumping. If you come back at 10.30, I can sell you whatever you like.
I: Darling, on Shabbat I buy nothing. I'm here to talk to you and Leo.
K: Oh, you can talk us now. Press the ringer button and Leo will come here.
Leo: Hi, Israela, our incarnation of the Venus of Gagarino. What's the matter?
I: There is a problem with your GnHR, Leo. How long are you going to take it?
L: It is a money issue, isn't it?
I: Not just a money issue. I am worried about your bone density.
K: You needn't to. Leo scrupulously does their weightlifting exercise thrice a week, drinks a lot of bovine and ... human milk, and the last bone densitometry values were comparable to normal males their age. This is not an issue.
L: Another problem is Leo's gender identity -- and what the board of directors may think of it.
K: The board of directors should mind to their own business; but admittedly Leo's gender identity is fuzzy.
L: Mom, it is not fuzzy. I think I am a "futanari".
I: What do you mean, Leo?
L: This Japanese word means "androgynous". In porn parlance it is a human with male penis and female breasts.
I: A kind of non-binary identity, then. Psychologically, would you find yourself more male or more female?
L: I cannot answer. My life is mostly a female one.
K: Israela, I am afraid that Leo is dreaming of the impossible. The porn they watch are hentai mangas or animes whose characters have girly faces, hair and hips, but horse penises and cow udders -- so big that some of these characters can titfuck themselves without even bending forwards!
L: You once did that, mom.
I was puzzled, Kristin laughed, and explained.
K: Once Leo bought me a vibrating strapon, and they asked me to assfuck them. I had to explain Leo that they are my child, so I can nurse them, and even get and give orgasms while at it (many women are aroused and even orgasm while breastfeed their children, so I am not doing anything uncanny or wrong), but anything else would be tantamount to incest.
L: But she donned the strapon, sat on a chair, bent somewhat forwards, pressed her tits against the vibrating rod, and apparently enjoyed it.
K: And I bought you an artificial vagina -- you often use it while watching me pumping, and then I don a butterfly vibrator in order to get more intense orgasms. We've drawn a boundary -- we can masturbate in front of each other, but not each other.
L: But I can suck your tits when we are alone.
K: You need my milk. And suction alone causes both of us to orgasm. So we don't use vibrators then.
I: Do you really orgasm, Leo?
L: Yes. I even have multiple orgasms. They are dry orgasms, since my testicles are immature.
I: And I see that you are having an erection -- talking of such subjects apparently stimulate you.
K: Yes. Now I stop pumping, close the shop and we go upstairs to continue the conversation.
Once upstairs, Kristin put the milk tanks into the fridge, led us into the sitting room, and started the conversation.
K: Leo, please, explain Israela your wildest dreams.
L: I would like to lactate and grow big boobs. Without renouncing my penis. I can have multiple orgasms with it.
I: How about receptive anal sex? Hadn't you thought about it, you wouldn't have bought that strapon.
L: It is not important for me. Tits are important.
K: I am a certified lactation consultant. Lactation doesn't depend on ovaries, so even Leo could start it. But they need a six month hormone therapy to prepare their mammae. But then, to effectively start lactation, Leo needs somebody suckling their nipples. Seven times a day: every three hours during the day, and at least once at night. Who can do that?
I: I and Jane could do that. We can take turns.
L: Thanks, but, mom, aren't you sure I could use a breast pump instead?
K: It is not as effective as a human mouth. Israela, the best solution would be that you two suckle my child together. Double suction means increased prolactin, and therefore faster and better results.
I: I'll ask Jane.
L: We're in February. What if we start the hormones tomorrow morning, and suckling in August?
K: By November at the latest you should lactate.
I: And Marla, the health care broker, says that she will stop providing GnHR by the end of the year. What are you going to do then?
L: I don't want to became a hairy and hoary adult male.
I: I'll ask Jane if there is a cheap and effective antiandrogen drug Marla is willing to pay for.
K: Wonderful. But, Leo, lactation will enlarge your breasts of about two cup sizes. Don't look at my breasts, since they are a really exceptional case. But I am afraid that you want a much huger breast growth.
I: Breast surgery is included in our health care plan. Perhaps Leo can bill Marla for it.
K: Excellent. It's nearly noon. Israela, what if you and Jane lunch with us, so she learns what Leo wants to do?
She accepted, so we had an Adonis (Leo) and three Venuses around the table: Kristin, who resembles the Venus of Lespugue, I, who resemble the Venus of Gagarino, and Jane, who is alike the Venus of Willendorf.
After lunch, Jane put the hormones on the table, and said,
Jane: These are your hormones, Leo. But I wonder -- are you really willing to have you tits suckled five times a day? I remember that I had to bandage your left nipple last year because of a thorn that stung your left breast, near your areola. The nipple was unhurt, but touching it irked you.
L: I'll be patient, Jane.
J: Leo, lactation must be a pleasure, not something to endure. These hormones are going to change your body for good. You have to love what you are going to get.
L: So, what are you doing, Jane?
J: What if I and Israela try and suck your tits now, in order to assess your reaction -- and our reactions? Although I love your androgynous body, I could eerily discover that I may not be able to suckle your tits. In this case, you should find somebody else.
L: Israela, what do you think?
I: Jane is right. But I love you, so I think that I'll love your tits too, Leo.
So Leo sat on a three-seat sofa, I at their right, Jane at their left, put our mouths on Leo's nipples and we began sucking. But after a few minutes of squirming, Leo said,
L: Enough! Sorry, I can't bear your lips on my tits.
I: It's a pity -- it was the first time I suckled a non-binary human.
J: Your tits are small, but your nipples are sexy. Are you sure we can't retry?
Kristin was sitting on a chair, briefly massaged her boobs, and weighed in:
K: Leo, what if we do some foreplay? Israela, you know that my child is an Aspie ...
J: What is an Aspie?
I: They have Asperger's Syndrome, a kind of High Functioning Autism. Kristie means that Leo may have tactile hypersensitivity and that's why we weren't delicate enough with their nipples.
K: Right. I would do two things. Israela, Jane, could you briefly suckle my tits, so I can assess whether you need some training?
I: Don't worry, Leo, we won't dry your mom's tits up.
I and Jane suckled Kristin's tits -- we loved her milk, she briefly moaned, and then she detached us both.
K: Ok, you're very good sucklers, so it is not definitely your fault. Leo, would you like them to suckle my tits from time to time?
L: They are your tits, you can do whatever with them. I hope my milk ration won't dwindle because of them.
K: It will most likely increase. May I sit on your knees, Leo?
L: Of course.
K: Can I bring you the artificial vagina?
L: Er ... I'm somewhat ashamed of masturbating in front of Israela and Jane.
J: Don't worry. We never get out without a vibrator in our purses. We can use them now, if it helps.
K: So I can use mine as well, right?
I: Yes, Kristin. But our objective is nursing, not orgasming.
Kristin smiled, stood up, went to a drawer, took Leo's artificial vagina and her butterfly vibrator, and came back to us; Jane took our clit vibrators out of her purse, and we all stood up and donned them.
After donning her own vibrator, Kristin stooped on Leo, who was still sitting on the sofa, with a real hard on which made his dick bigger than usual.
Since Kristin's boobs were really big, she couldn't help resting her boobs on Leo's thighs while putting the artificial vagina in place.
Then she turned her sex toy on, and me, Jane, Leo did the same.
Kristin closed Leo's legs, sat on their knees, and with her tits she began caressing their hips, tummy (keeping clear of Leo's artificial vagina), chest, nipples.
Then she raised her tits on to Leo's shoulders, stroked their neck, ears and cheeks, until she put them on to their mouth.
Leo opened their lips and took both nipples into their mouth, and began sucking.
Kristin was so aroused that she couldn't help tightly hugging Leo, and pressing his artificial vagina between her tummy and theirs, and her butterfly vibrator against Leo's tiny scrotum.
After a few minutes of sucking, she took her boobs out of Leo's mouth, and rubbed their dry nipples with her wet ones.
Leo apparently appreciated the gesture, and touched and stroked Kristin's tits; she pulled back her ass, so she could put her own mouth on Leo's nipples and suckle them.
J: Ok, Kristin, you've taught us what to do. Once you're done, we'll imitate you.
I: Kristin, you're now being unable to control your tits. Leo's artificial vagina is now fucking them!
J: Let them enjoy it. Are you afraid of that toy?
I: No.
Leo apparently enjoyed being suckled that way, so, when Kristin was done, we spread Leo's legs open, but Kristin warned us,
K: Don't put your twats on Leo's knees. Your powerful vibrators may smash them. Please, sit on their thighs instead.
We did that, began caressing Leo's body with our tits (I with my left boob, Jane with her right boob), from hips to cheeks.
Then Leo took both our nipples into their mouth, and we loved the way they suckled -- no wonder that Kristin kept nursing them for 30 years!
Kristin was so aroused that she moved her chair towards the sofa, and leaned her gigantic tits against our hips.
It was unexpected, so she startled us, but we sweetly touched her tits, reached her ribcage, and sweetly drew her body towards ours -- so she could rub her nipples against ours (her left nipple rubbed my right one, her right nipple Jane's).
She did not do just that -- she stooped and took the nipples she rubbed into our mouth, and sucked them.
We loved the sensation, but it was an awkward position for all of us -- so Jane said:
J: Israela, let me and you stand up, so Kristin and Leo can keep sucking our tits in a more comfortable position.
We did that, and Kristin and Leo hugged our hips while doing that. The suckling and the toys made us come repeatedly, and then I reminded everybody:
I: Ok, we have been the middlewomen who allowed Kristin and Leo step up their incestuous relationship, and we've been blissfully rewarded for that. But we are here to help Leo lactate.
So Leo sprawled on the sofa, I and Jane sat at their side, briefly rubbed their nipples with our tits, and began suckling Leo, who enjoyed it this time.
Kristin surprised us again: she rested her boobs on Leo's thighs, switched off their artificial vagina, removed it, put her mouth in place, and blowjobbed Leo.
We milked Leo's tits for half an hour, and Kristin did the same with their cock.
Not just that: Jane, the most adventurous of us two, stopped her vibrator, removed it from her twat, took Kristin's right hand from Leo's left hip, and put it on to her own pussy mound.
Kristin briefly fondled it, massaged and squeezed Jane's clit, and then put her fore- and middle- finger into her twat.
At first, she probed for her G-spot, and once she found it, she mercilessly stroked it; then she began throbbing against Jane's cervix, and folded her own ring- and little- finger so that, when the bigger fingers moved in and out her vagina, the lesser fingers stroke Jane's anus.
She wanted to also penetrate it (that's whom Leo got the idea of receptive anal sex from!), but Jane was unwilling at first to take these fingers into her own butt, so Kristin refrained.
I did the same with Kristin's left hand, but I encouraged her to penetrate my rectum too. Jane therefore let Kristin put her fingers into her own ass too.
After three quarters of an hour, we had enough, and rested for a while.
It was now time for Kristin to be pumped, but she said.
K: I've already given the hospital more milk than requested. Would you like, Israela and Jane, to drink my milk?
L: What about me?
Kristin whispered some arousing words into Leo's ear, and he told us:
L: Enjoy your milk! I'm getting more than that.
Kristin sprawled on the sofa, I and Jane suckled her, while Leo removed her butterfly vibrator and ate her twat.
Or better, they blowjobbed her clit, much in the same way she had blowjobbed their penis before. And while their mouth was at it, their fingers entered both her vagina and her rectum -- much like Kristin had done to us before, but they could put four fingers into each orifice.
When we were done, Kristin hugged her child, French-kissed them for the first time, and I and Jane hugged them both.
It was now time to reopen the shop, and I and Jane went to Marla, and told her that Leo would soon swap the expensive GnHR with the comparatively cheaper spironolactone.
Marla replied:
Marla: Oh, so they've decided transitioning. Which name will she get?
I: They are still non-binary, so don't rush to misgendering them.
J: Marla has a point: if Leo starts lactating, it will be easier to think to them as a woman.
I: It would be just a social transition. But I don't know which name will they choose.
J: Hebrew has a lot of gender-neutral first names; but if they want a female name, why not Leah?
I: Good idea. We'll put it forward tomorrow.
I said "tomorrow" because we had way too much sex for a single day. I and Jane were willing to date Kristin and Leo again, but we weren't going to start suckling Leo's nipples seven times a day until the end of the hormone therapy, as per the protocol.
J: Perhaps we should start earlier. Psalm 119:164 says: "Seven times a day do I praise Thee, because of Thy righteous ordinances."
I: Amen. But once a day for now will be enough, Jane.
*** To be continued ***
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Hi. I'm still Israela and resume telling the story of me and my wife Jane making love with Kristin and her non binary child Leo, who has been assigned male at birth, has been on puberty blockers since they were 9, and now, at 30, lectures on Quantum Computing and has started an incestuous relationship with her mom.
We often have foursomes, but since Leo's wildest desire is to grow tits like their mother's, and to lactate, Kristin, a certified lactation consultant, has written a prescription for Leo, as per the according to the Newman-Goldfarb protocol.
My wife Jane is a pharmacist, and reading the prescription she says:
Jane: Israela, this prescription makes little sense.
Israela: Why?
J: It's excellent for me and you, and I'll order the drugs since we too want to start lactating. But the protocol assumes that you are a cis female, i. e. a person with fully developed breasts. It isn't apparently Leo's case.
I: So what?
J: If I were Leo, I'd consult an endocrinologist.
Leo's endocrinologist is Nora, the wife of Marla, our health care broker. We all (I, Jane, Leo, Kristin) went to her; Nora told me and Jane that all was ok, the Newman-Goldfarb protocol suited us, and in a few months we could lactate; she has also told Kristin that her breasts were incredibly healthy and could keep lactating for life, but she can't be as encouraging to Leo.
Nora: Leo, can I try and summarize what you've just told me? You would like to lactate, without harming your penis.
Leo: Right.
N: Lactation requires the development of full-fledged feminine breasts. So you should opt-out of your androgyny and start HRT (Hormonal Replacement Therapy) in order to undergo female puberty; once your breasts are OK, we may tinker with the HRT in order to stimulate lactation.
L: Wonderful!
N: Leo, what if your breasts become hypoplastic?
L: What do you mean?
N: That you may prove unable to lactate because of insufficient glandular tissue. It also happens to some cis women.
L: I'll get over it.
N: Leo, hypoplastic does not mean 'unresponsive to HRT'. I'm showing you some photos of hypoplastic breasts, some of them belonging to trans women, in order to show you why have they been nicknamed 'tubular breasts'.
Nora shows Leo these photos, somewhat upsetting them, and explains:
N: Most trans women eventually have breast augmentation surgery to have better-looking tits; are you ready for it?
L: I'm willing to take the risk. The breasts you've showed aren't that ugly, and I hope I am luckier than these gals.
N: Don't espect to lactate the way your mother does. In your case squirting some drops of milk each time would be a big success.
L: She keeps reminding it several times a day. Most moms remind their child to dress warmly and eat well, mine keeps telling me that lactation is not my calling.
Nora smiles and writes Leo's prescription, adding,
N: This prescription ends your androgyny and directs your body towards femininity. Your penis won't function worse than now. Can you have spontaneous erections?
L: No, I've already told you countless times. Sexual stimuli cause them, and I even can have multiple orgasms, but I cannot have spontaneous erections.
N: In my opinion, your breasts should undergo at least 18-month development before attempting to start lactation, after ruling out hypoplasia. Please, don't envy your friends Israela and Jane, who will most likely lactate in three months.
L: I'll thank them for their milk, instead. Thanks, Nora, and take care.
Jane orders all the medicines, and each of us starts her therapy. Leo even organizes a ceremony in her synagogue marking her identity and name change -- paraphrasing Genesis 17:4-8, the lector proclaims:
4. 'As for Me, behold, My covenant is with thee, and thou shalt be the mother of a multitude of nations.
5. Neither shall thy name any more be called Leo, but thy name shall be Leah; for the mother of a multitude of nations have I made thee.
6. And I will make thee exceeding fruitful, and I will make nations of thee, and kings shall come out of thee.
7. And I will establish My covenant between Me and thee and thy seed after thee throughout their generations for an everlasting covenant, to be a God unto thee and to thy seed after thee.
8. And I will give unto thee, and to thy seed after thee, the land of thy sojournings, all the land of Canaan, for an everlasting possession; and I will be their God.'
And then Leah files the name and gender change papers in court.
Nora and Kristin were somewhat wrong about Leah: her breasts develop so fast that Nora has to visit her and say:
N: You're getting hyperplasia, not hypoplasia -- I could become famous by describing your case in an academic journal.
L: You can write whatever, but prescribing breast reduction!
N: You crack me up, Leah. I should have taken your familiarity with gigantomastia into account -- your mother's mega boobs. But can I reduce your hormone doses? Too many estrogens may be harmful.
L: OK.
Leah's tits eventually stabilize -- at 38F.
N: OK, your mom's breasts are way bigger than yours, but most women would envy yours anyway. Your friends Israela and Jane, who are cis women, have 34H -- the same boob volume.
L: Can I start lactation now? Israela and Jane have been lactating for months.
The HRT is changed, so Leah's tits jump to 38I and we wait for the milk to gush out.
It actually happens for the first time just when Leah also pops her mother's cherry.
The vibrating strap on Leah once bought for Kristin has excited my fantasy for months, so I convinced Jane to penetrate me with it. Vaginally, and anally, I loved it.
Then I involved Kristin, so I could enjoy double penetration -- or better, quadruple, since who had penetrated my vagina also wanted my rectum, and vice versa.
Jane at last accepted being penetrated, and enjoyed it; Kristin had a scruple: she wanted Leah to take her virginity, so she could not accept our schlongs into her body.
But Leah couldn't possibly penetrate her mother Kristin: she had neither a vagina (which could host a double dildo) nor an adult penis (her baby penis had erections, but couldn't get hard or long enough for penetration -- even though it was fine for blow jobs).
I proposed a strap on harness for males, with a slit under the dong, so Leah's penis could hang freely, but Kristin found a better solution: a vibrating inflatable hollow dildo, which could stimulate both Leah and her lover.
Leah loved it (she masturbates a lot with it), and with it she pops Kristin's virginity, while I and Jane are suckling the latter's tits.
We have agreed that, after Kristin's vagina, Leah should penetrate her anus -- but, understandably, Kristin gets cold feet; Jane too has noticed that it is Leah the more enthusiastic about anal penetration, so we arrange things as such:
1. Kristin inserts a double vibrating dildo into her vagina;
2. I latch a strap on support on Leah's left thigh, Jane on Leah's right thigh;
3. Kristin thoroughly lubes Leah's rectum;
4. I and Jane attach a couple vibrating dildos on to Leah's thighs' support;
5. We put several pillows under our backs, in order to suckle Leah's tits while she's penetrating us with the thigh dildos;
6. Kristin puts the hollow dildo on Leah's penis, inflates it, turns it on and then
7. She penetrates Leah's butt.
Leah squeals and squirms a lot, but the pleasure clearly overwhelms her pain. And when she's done, we notice some drops of fluid oozing out of Leah's nipples while we suckle them.
We stop suckling and tell Kristin:
I: Kristin, Leah is now lactating!
J: Get out of there -- come here and suckle your daughter's tits!
Kristin does just that -- she removes the double dildo from her ... vagina, not from Leah's butt, where it keeps vibrating!
Kristin also sees that it is impossible for her to get under Leah, since we are being penetrated by Leah's thigh dildos, so she unlaces the garters, leaving the vibrating dildos in our vaginas, then she pulls Leah's legs up, separates us, and sneaks under Leah and between us.
When her nose is beneath Leah's chest, she tells us:
K: Let go of Leah's tits -- suckle mine!
To do that, we have to crawl on our backs backwards, until our crotches meet Kristin's open wide thighs; since the still vibrating dildos work better when pressed against a solid surface, I and Jane lace the dildo garters around Kristin's thighs, take her mammoth tits and put her nipples into our mouths.
Obviously, Kristin milk is sweeter and more abundant than Leah's colostrum, but we regret leaving the pleasure of drinking the first drops from Leah's mammae to her mother.
She takes both Leah's big tits into her mouth, and begins energetically suckling them; as she feels Leah's hollow dildo against her pubic mound, she slides Leah backwards first, and then forwards so her dildo enters Kristin's vagina.
We all come together, but we are not yet done: Kristin loves Leah's colostrum so much that she does the splits, with her thigh dildos still in our vaginas, in order to expose her anus and let Leah penetrate it.
We all sprinkle Leah's hollow dildo and Kristin's anus with our milk, so Leah manages to sod her mother at last -- and when the dildo is in, she pumps it to maximum inflation to maximize her mother's sensations.
We enjoy this foursome, but we acknowledge that things could have been done better -- next time they will.
<em>*** To be continued *** </em>
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This is SciFi erotica series called '_Automata'. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' https://literotica.com/s/girls-submission-to-ai-in-latex for the beginning. This chapter is can be read alone.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__Previously__
Captured during an AI uprising, Jenny, Kim, Joe and others are trapped in a slave training camp. A camp designed to train humans to submit as sex slaves to intelligent machines, AI, Robots. The machines use intelligent slave collars with pain amplifiers. The collars can punish them for using forbidden language, including their old names and personal pronouns. Jenny is being sold to someone called Rockwood and she needs to find out why.
Trigger warnings: Foot fetish. Gemini feet. Lesbian toe-fuck
__TRAPPED__
Trapped in Sovereign's tower, the squeezing of people into living latex-clad sex toys continued. After the visit by lady FrostByte, some of the more-obedient submissives were taken and put into an MRI machine. There, they were mysteriously tested by the Ghost's shadows. Some came back, others were being moved to a separate higher floor for 'finishing'. From memory, the accepted ones had gone along with the training. Jenny was worried. She might not be pretending well enough. On the inside, she wasn't the obedient fuck-doll the other submissives had become. What would happen to her, if they found out? She worried that they would do the same thing to her, as they did to Kim.
When Kim emerged after a fortnight, she also joined the submissive elite. Kim had really turned around over the long absence. Kim even avoided personal pronouns and told Jenny to stop using 'that awful K word' as she referred to her old name. So they had to call her EchoEight all the time.
Kayla said Kim didn't have a buyer yet, and that was making her nervous. Other women and men had flipped to be the way the machines wanted. They sat in lectures silently. They listened to how this was so inevitable, that they couldn't stop competition. It was survival of the fittest, and they had the AI had biggest guns. Humanity could never be the apex animal it once was. Kim now believed it. Their sexual submission was humanity's one and only last chance. They were saving humanity from extinction. To Jenny, it was living proof if you repeated a lie often and committedly enough, people would come to believe it.
The morning had started with a repeat lecture. It had basically reminded them they were all sterile. Their fertility was controlled by the machines. The good news was that when they reached an age of about thirty, they would not be enough to serve machines sexually. They would be retired to breeding farms. Only those who had served diligently would be permitted to go. They would live out their days in massive mile-high towers or on floating islands. This was their future, if they surrendered now.
While she watched, Jenny worried to herself. Her concern was that she wasn't sure she deserved to be a submissive grade. The other submissives, like Kim, were pretty well indoctrinated. They denied any memories before the factory. They only talked of serving the machines. They took pleasure in reporting every rule infraction of lower sluts. They would even trick the lower batches into reportable crimes. When she saw the male-sluts, they had the same level but their clothing was different. They still had the same state of zealotry. Jenny didn't feel she was at the same point of submission. Would the Ghost's shadows test, spot her faking, she wondered?
The second class, they now emerged from what was robot porn. They sat on sex beds and were shown photographs and videos of different makes of robots. While they did, they were gently and persistently jerked off. It had started a few weeks ago, with very-fit-looking-almost-human androids. The sort that had a body like Mr. Universe, or gynoids like Vogue models. Then slowly, in session after session, the flesh was replaced with metal.
Moans and soft music were piped through their collars while they watched. As the pictures of robots changed, a low-charged voice would say things like, 'Look at the large claws on this one', 'Wow, so smooth, round and shiny', 'Look at those pistons', or 'A pro max machine, clearly superior'. Then cameras--'deep fusion eyes, a Photonic engine, and thirty-three lenses--I think my ovaries will explode. After panning over in. Closer up, they would end up at the location where the robot's cyberdick (called a dix) or cybercunt was kept. By this point, the slaves were fairly moist. Then, a vibrating dildo was introduced until they were tight. The cum word was spoken, and the victims ended up cumming while looking at the screen.
After doing this for hours, they would be shown a sub-sentient machine, like a Roomba or a sniper bot. These machines moved, but did not have general intelligence. While watching, the slut-units would be doused in cold water. It would run off their latex clothes and drip on the floor. This ended the session.
Jenny noticed that tech porn also reinforced a social hierarchy between the robots. Certain robots had higher status than others. The slut-units were being trained to look for tiny differences, and then judge the machines on them. Naturally, if you were a robot's slut-unit, you would be judged at the same level. As they left, people would talk about this.
"This slut's second one was a T1. Fantastic hydraulics if you get this slut's drift," said SevenThree to NineFive.
"I got a GR-T0A tactical security bot this time. The cocks on them are to dream for, and they have so much RAM." NineFive said. Early on, Jenny had spoken to NineFive. She was a five-ring Type 90 submissive. She was originally Lucy Smith. She had been a trainee manager at a H&M. Now, she only responded to her machine name. She also denied anything happened before the factory. She desperately wanted an owner who wasn't afraid to push her limits and needed a latex-clad sex toy.
"What did you think of the P14?" Joe said, making conversation. "What are you thinking?"
"I have to find out about this Rockwood. He, she, it--seems pretty determined to have us. It's irritating not knowing why," Jenny said to Joe, trying to change the subject as they left.
They all walked in lockstep without thinking about it now. Kim and Kayla walked behind quietly. The tight-fitting hobble skirts stretched, but still restricted their strides. Every motion rang out in the sound of stretching latex.
"Stop, scum," Ar@kina's female voice barked. Some robots hung around after class. They stood around watching the slut-units emerge. They looked carefully to see if they got any subtle glances from the sluts. Unlike the machine porn on the screen, the tower's robots were scratched and worn in places. Occasionally, a submissive would be caught looking at them. Then they would quickly look away, a smirk growing firmly on their blood-red lips.
Ar@kina normally hung around further away. She was a spider robot with eight legs. The spider analogy was loose. She had feet with five toes at the end of her legs. The front two feet could be used like hands. After the incident with the betrayer, they had been re-armed with underbody weapons. Powerful machine guns. They could easily kill everyone in the room in less than a tenth of a second. During the war, Jenny had seen their work on search-and-destroy missions. They could be terrifying.
At the sound of the machine's orders, Jenny halted immediately, and a huge wave of fear and dread filled her.
"Against the wall. Spread 'em," Ar@kina said.
Jenny moved over to the wall. She put her hands against it and spread her legs. The stops and personal searches, were another way the machines de-humanised you. Everyone was used to it by now.
The machine ran her 'hands' over Jenny's legs, searching her for 'contraband'. The idea you would hide something under the latex was hideously under thought for a machine. Jenny could feel Ar@kina rubbing her fingers slowly over Jenny's ass. She spent ages patting down the leg, and checking for anything hidden in her stiletto pumps.
Kim moved over and pointed. "Mistress, this one is unclean. She keeps using personal pronouns and her name all over the cages. She knows where every wifi black spot is."
Ar@kina looked up, and asked, "Is this true?"
She had a woman's voice but every word sounded like it was spoken by a chorus of dying witches screaming from the dark wastes. Jenny knew they could tell if she was lying. They had so many sensors in her collar--they could tell.
"Yes. This slut-unit confesses she has erred, and uses forbidden language. Occasionally."
Ar@kina turned to Kayla and Joe and a couple of others.
"What are you still doing here? This one has been detained. Return to your pre-programmed activities, sluts."
The rule with the guard robots was to just do whatever they said. They would eagerly drain fifty percent of your collar's battery life, punishing you for no reason. Joe and Kayla just left, with a mixture of sorrow for Jenny and of joy--that they hadn't been chosen. Jenny couldn't blame them.
"EchoEight, heel," said Ar@kina.
"Yes, Mistress," said Kim.
"It would be a shame if you lost all your hearts. Your future owner might drop you. They do that if your heart score suddenly changes. Makes them wonder what is happening," Ar@kina said, as she continued stroking Jenny's body.
"Yes, Mistress," Jenny said.
"Well, perhaps if you stay still, I could make sure you didn't mean it and that you will never do it again. Perhaps I can let you off. That guilt must be so heavy," Ar@kina said, continuing to stroke Jenny's legs.
"It is, Mistress," Jenny said, lying.
"Naturally, you will have to show me you mean it," Ar@kina said.
Jenny felt like her stomach had just dropped through her corset.
"Well, Mistress," Jenny began, as Ar@kina pulled them away, while she continued to talk. They moved to some of the machine storage areas. Ar@kina guided them past the rapid chargers. They moved into a space twice the size of one of the slut-unit bunks. This had no blanket, just a 'dream connection' cable. There was writing, but it was in binary barcodes. There were some pictures on the wall. Photographs of military robots. The room smelt of oil and lubricant. It was Ar@kina's personal recharging station.
"All I want is a little of what every girl wants," Ar@kina said, as the three of them crawled into the low space. "Please me, and I'll even tell you about your precious Rockwood."
Jenny's eyes expanded a little, when Ar@kina said that.
__FOOT_TREATMENT__
"You look so fucking hot in those stilettos," Ar@kina announced, as Jenny bent her legs into the low space. "Lift up your foot," Ar@kina ordered Jenny.
Shivering at the sight of the guns, Jenny lent back against a piece of foam, acting like a cushion. She raised her right stiletto pump for Ar@kina's inspection. Ar@kina caught the shoe in her hand. She held it, looking for a second. Jenny's heartbeat doubled, taking shoes off was strictly forbidden in the tower. Then using a key, Ar@kina unlocked the shoes' small padlock, and with hesitation, took Jenny's shoe off.
"Oh yes," Ar@kina said, as Jenny's foot emerged. "Such a tiny foot. Look at that instep, that arch. Take the stocking off. Do it. Do it now."
To Jenny, it felt so relaxing getting her foot out of the high shoe. It was also worrying. Early on, people had the pain of arms being broken, digitally induced, if they had been found like that. Jenny did as ordered, and began to unroll the black latex stocking. Despite the revealing clothing, nakedness--was strictly forbidden. While she peeled the latex away, Ar@kina took Jenny's pump and inhaled its vinegary aroma. She let the smell out slowly, like it was the first cigarette of the day.
Jenny looked up, then down, and began to slowly take the latex stocking off. Ar@kina watched closely. Eventually, the stocking came off. It released a small cloud of salty desperation into the air.
"Yes," Ar@kina said, her voice like velvet, as Jenny's foot emerged. "Those toes look like five little clits waiting for action."
Jenny held her foot in the high arch, the stiletto pumps normally made her stand in. She flexed her toes. Ar@kina shuddered in response.
"Keep it sexy," Ar@kina said, "slut bitch, you so want this."
One of Ar@kina legs tapped Kim's back.
"You next," Ar@kina said to Kim. "Both of you, pull up your skirts."
Kim and Jenny obediently revealed their parts, and sat opposite each other in Ar@kina's nest. Kim tried to follow the instructions, but Ar@kina wasn't turned on by the speed of Kim's response.
"See the big toe. Make love to it," Ar@kina ordered Kim.
Kim's expression didn't change. She lifted Jenny's foot up to her mouth and began to lick Jenny's big toe with her lips. This hadn't been part of her training, so she was unsure what to do. Jenny understood Ar@kina wanted a show. Copying a look from Mistress, she held her head like a seductress. Then she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her toe in Kim's face. Kim began to wrap her large red lips around Jenny's digit. Jenny unexpectedly felt her cunt twitch, and then it tightened. Deep inside Kim's mouth, she began to play with the toe with her tongue. Jenny felt herself melt at the attention.
A ripple moved along Ar@kina's seven legs. "Oh yes. Oh, fuck yes. I've waited so long for this." Ar@kina announced, clearly enjoying herself. She reached down and unlocked Kim's stiletto boot. Ar@kina undid the straps, then while Kim ran her tongue about Jenny's toe, the machine pulled first her boot, then her stocking away.
"Oh fuck," Ar@kina said in pleasure, seeing Kim's toes.
Ar@kina held Kim's foot up to Jenny, who sat with her back to the wall. She looked down at what was happening. Kim moved back slightly, balancing. Now both women had one leg on the ground and the other raised.
"Now it's your turn. Smell it. That sharp, tangy smell. Like fine poutine. Open up," Ar@kina said to Jenny.
Jenny did, and Kim's big toe was pushed into her vermilion orifice. Now, it was Jenny's turn to tongue the toe. Jenny tried to look like she was enjoying this. She knew how to behave before a robot. This is what humanity was, for now--just a burlesque show running until the end of time. Lights flashed on Kim's collar. Kim began to bob her head in and out over Jenny's toe. Some were between the relentless training and the sensual expression, Jenny's flesh involuntary rippled.
Ar@kina noticed the bit on Jenny's bracelet. She laughed, "He wants you!" Ar@kina moved her camera closer to Jenny's face.
"You want to hear about General Rockwood? I served in his wars, and he is a beast, a dark monster. He's desperate for power and will betray anyone to get it. He fucked your human armies by being ruthless to the point of cruelty. He might be half-human, but his heart is all machine. He is as ruthless as a pack of wolves circling a wounded lamb," Ar@kina said.
As she talked, she unlocked Jenny's other stiletto pump.
Ar@kina continued, "You think he treats his meat-sluts any better than he treats his soldiers? Think again. Eighty percent of my battalion was wiped out, just to provide a distraction for his enemies. Think he is going to fuck any differently? Think just because his brain is five-percent human he's going to be nice to you, little girl. Wrong, wrong, wrong. He has extensive torture rooms, where he goes every night to enjoy himself. He has the body of a man, but the twisted soul of a demon. The man is a walking nightmare, unpredictable and lethal. He's going to fuck you as badly. As badly as I'm going to."
Her gun barrels were so close to Jenny's flesh. Jenny's heart was beating quickly, and with the corset, she could hardly breathe. She became lightheaded. The spider reached down and pushed Jenny's other shiny latex toe into Kim's open wet vulva.
"Toe fuck her," Ar@kina whispered to Jenny.
Jenny's toe could feel how moist Kim was. As she moved her toe, Kim began to munch on Jenny's toe more fervently. Jenny tried to pump her finger into Kim's parts.
One of Ar@kina's legs reached up to a shelf, and pulled out a vibrator. It was slim and long and made of polished steel, like a large bullet in its casing.
"Now," Ar@kina said, as she used one of her hands to push the vibrators up into a hole in her abdomen. She began to fuck herself.
"Look at you. It's like a mirror fucking itself. You're going to fuck each other," Ar@kina said to Jenny. The machine sounded excited, "When you're done, I'm going to fuck both of you."
While she spoke, she used another hand to take off Kim's other shoe and guide Kim's toe into Jenny's open, wet cunt. They both became overloaded with the sensuality they were sharing.
"Your going to let me because I know your secret," Ar@kina said. "I've known it all along."
Jenny now opened her eyes and gave the robot a four-letter look. Jenny got hotter and hotter. Ar@kina pushed Jenny's hands onto the vibrator.
"You're going to let me do this," Ar@kina said. "You don't want me to report you. Do you?"
Jenny waved her head, as the vibrator crept inside Ar@kina.
"What is this?" Sovereign's voice suddenly demanded. He pulled the curtain, which offered some privacy to Ar@kina's nest, aside. The light shot up, and they both became cold.
Ar@kina spun around. Jenny and Kim froze.
"Sluts, out!", Sovereign's voice demanded, as Kim tried to move to a respectful position. Relieved, Kim grabbed her shoe and rushed off.
"I gave you this job, hepta-ped," Sovereign said, looking down. They began to speak in binary, at a very rapid speed. The vibrator dropped out of Ar@kina's slit and claw.
Sovereign and Ar@kina had a rapid conversation. While they did, Mistress entered the robots' quarters. She told them to get dressed. Jenny felt like they had been caught. Mistress ordered them to get their shoes back on and to return to class. There was nothing they could be punished for, as they were following a machine's orders. In practice, Sovereign was standing with his arms crossed, dumping binary to Ar@kina.
Kayla was waiting in the slave corridors. "You okay?" she asked, grabbing Jenny.
"Sure," Jenny said, as Kim caught up.
"I don't think you're going to get into trouble, you were doing what you were told. Okay, we better get to class." Kayla said, bending down to fix Jenny's pump strap and making sure the lock was in place.
"Yeah. Sovereign came. Turns out Rockwood is a General. A cyborg. Sounds pretty high up," Jenny said. "Also sounds like a complete bastard," she added.
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__Authors_Note__
Thanks to the most excellent Kenji Sato for your generous editorial work! This chapter's kink was requested by a reader hope we did it justice. Apologies to those in the community if I didn't quite hit the spot (feel free to comment). Join us next week for an encounter during a slave auction in automata #11.
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This is SciFi erotica series called '_Automata'.
See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' https://literotica.com/s/girls-submission-to-ai-in-latex for the beginning. This chapter *can* be read alone as a slave girl x robot encounter but details will be misse
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__Previously__
Captured during an AI uprising, Jenny, and others are trapped in a slave training camp. A camp designed to train humans to submit as sex slaves to intelligent machines, and robots. The machines use intelligent slave collars with pain amplifiers. The collars can punish them for using forbidden language, including their old names and personal pronouns. Jenny has found out her bidder is Rockwood a half-human, half-machine cyborg. He is a ruthless General leading a machine army. To judge the writing skip to __A SOHO GOODBYE__
__Announcement__
Jenny stood in line, waiting her turn for the corset machine. Every morning The queue was getting longer, as more submissive grades were added. Jenny's head was too full of machine ways, machine words. Her mind strained to stretch back entirely to the beginning of her capture. The air was saturated with sexuality to its limit. It was hard to remember a time when she didn't feel on the edge of arousal. It was how the machines wanted them, compliant, terrified, and aroused. Their new existence was a profanity against their old lives. Even so, not enough of the people would turn back if they could now. Too many were living from fuck to fuck. They were in rehab for people with liberty issues. All following the seven-step program of orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, slowly curing them all.
For Jenny, the lack of dreams was the most disturbing thing of all. Putting her head down on the bed one moment, and the next--waking up, feeling as if no time had passed. It made her feel more trapped than any lock or chain could. Never able to escape the red bordello's walls because the red walls were now in her mind.
The other sluts standing in line would chat. Conversations dripping with tainted innuendo. They animatedly spoke about serving their masters. They laughed at some of the new recruits falling over in their new stiletto shoes. It was as if that wasn't them a few months ago. Jenny always felt like an imposter with them. She pretended, but she still didn't truly believe.
"Enter," the corset machine told Jenny. She had pictures in her head. Strange pictures. Empty dead faces, blood dripping. She walked into the machine and the corset was placed around her.
"Breathe in," the machine ordered.
Jenny did, and felt the machine quickly crush her. These days, it felt nice. Being forced to stand up made her more confident. The target waist size was reached, and she felt breakfast move inside her. The corset made you more in touch with your internal organs. There was the familiar sound of laces now being wrapped around her waist. She moved out to see the theatrical exaggeration to her feminine shape in the mirror. She was done and moved away to notice agitated people waiting around.
"What's happening?" Jenny asked Joe, as he emerged from another machine. They were out of sight of the robots. They could see the men's cages; the men moved like captured animals.
"Heard a rumour we are being sold today," Joe said.
"Is that allowed? We haven't been tested by the shadow's," Jenny whispered.
"Maybe that's good," Kayla said, joining them.
"Attention, slut," the voice came over on the collars. They used bone conduction to act like invisible headphones. Sovereign could speak to them individually or as a group via wifi. This time, his voice came over the collars as a group. Everyone stood to attention, as was required when this happened. Robots moved around inspecting them.
"There has been an increase in demand for new sluts. As the war is concluding, many AIs and cyborgs are claiming their peace benefits by expanding their brains. Record production is reported from the factories that produce new mind-chips. New chips which require more sluts to sleep for them. You will be included in a pre-sale. Sluts who are thought of as docile but with incomplete training, will be entered for early sale. If sold, you will be required to sleep with your master and supply basic sensual service. Further training will be given by your owner. The sale will begin soon. The sale will conclude one hour after. Those who fail to sell, will complete their training until sold."
A slut called 2312 looked around. "We are being sold, now? No, it's too early. They can't sell us now. This slut needs more practice, deep throating."
Kim stood in the cage in the stand-easy position. Legs apart, back straight, arms behind her back, wrists crossed, head up, and face forward. She looked more like a shiny-black latex soldier on parade. Jenny, Joe, Kayla, and the others stood laxer.
"This slut unit welcomes the sale," EchoEight said. "It is a chance to serve with our bodies."
Jenny frowned. "We might get sold to different owners. We might never see each other again."
Jenny checked on her manacle screen. "Crap. I'm being bid on," she said, watching the number change.
"This slut, too," Joe said, looking at his wrist.
"Fuck," said Kayla. "Too early, too early."
Everyone started looking at their manacle. It had the feeling of election night, as you began to watch the results come in. People started to compare bids.
"SLUT TWOFOUR WILL REPORT TO THE RED ROOM FOR TRAINING," Jenny's collar told her.
"What now?" Jenny said.
Joe looked up from his arm. "You still have an hour until the last bid."
Jenny nodded.
Kayla moved up. "If this slut doesn't see you again, it's been great being with you. If you ever do see me, try to talk before you judge me, okay?" Kayla said.
As Jenny left, she looked behind to see Kayla desperately kissing Joe. She tried to memorise the image. Etch it into her mind, in case she never saw them again.
Jenny rushed up the stairs to the red room. She kept checking her bid, which crept up. The bidder symbol kept changing. There must have been at least four or five people bidding. This seemed strange, she didn't think she was more than a mediocre slut. She told herself the demand for sleepers must have been huge. She passed through each scan point and entered the red room.
__A SOHO GOODBYE__
The door opened, and she was told to walk in. It was dark, the room was lit by data projectors. The room was clean--a sofa, a bed--there was a small partition screen up in the far side.
"You have advanced so very much over the last months, TwoFour. But there is something you need to master before I let you go," Sovereign said, from behind the screen. "We started with my human-android body. It's time to test you, time to show you the last me. I've removed my face skin to show you what you might serve. Do not be alarmed," Sovereign's voice said.
Projections pushed numbers onto the walls. Jenny realised it was her bid price at 204. She had gained about five credits since the staircase.
With this, a robot moved out from behind the screen. The robot stood about seven feet tall with broad shoulders and a thick neck. It was in the general outline of a man. She had been hunted with her friends by machines like this. They were terrifying. It was all machine-shining steel, like a knight. It had a long, thin, featureless metal face. No mouth, no nose, three eyes. Antenna went back from the back of the head like horns. Many parts of the neck and body were exposed, allowing you to see the tubes and cables inside the body. It was like a skeleton with organs still hanging off it. The knees went backwards like a cat or gazelle. Jenny had seen robots like this before, but not up close. She was now within touching distance. So she noticed the silicon dick hanging between its legs. The dick was smooth, round and of a matte colour. It split near the base and had a small branch. Behind the dick sat a couple of steel balls.
The machine came over and stood over her, looking down. His muscles were pistons, and he was strong enough to break a lamppost like a breadstick. He could crush her like a lotus flower.
"Are you afraid?" Sovereign said.
"A little, Sovereign," Jenny said.
The machine looked down at her. "I won't hurt you. Parts of me are dangerous. You must trust that I will tell you when you are at risk. Touch me, TwoFour."
Jenny reached out. This avatar was all metal, she tentatively reached out her hand and touched his arms. While the bone was made of metal, when she touched him, it was warm and vibrated slightly, signalling it was alive.
"I can feel that. The metal is trenched with nano-scale sensors. Sensors that are much more detailed than human nerves. I can feel a shadow cross my back. I could almost feel your eyes on my flesh," Sovereign said, putting an arm behind the small of her back and pulling her closer. The size difference was so much, that Jenny felt like a child being held by a parent. Sovereign pulled her close to him. She could feel him move. When he did, it was remarkably elegant, more like an animal or a ballet dancer than a machine.
"Explore me," Sovereign said.
Jenny ran her hand along a metal chest bone.
"Explore me like lovers do," Sovereign continued. "Give me your sultry touch, TwoFour."
Jenny tried to glide one finger over his body. She touched the metal bones, then it drifted over the cables and devices just behind the bones.
"Good," Sovereign announced. "Very good. Why not sit down."
Sovereign picked Jenny up in one hand. She grabbed onto one arm. He easily held her weight. From her new vantage point, she noticed her bid had gone up to 250. That had been quick. Sovereign moved across the room and sat on a large sofa. She ended up sitting on his lap. His hand behind her back held her like a chair.
"You're still very tense," the machine said. "This is not necessary. Take this."
A hand pulled out a small device. It worked like an asthma inhaler. It was partly like a popper, but it contained a cocktail of gases and chemicals. The sluts called it Chi. Sovereign had forced her to take this before. They had much more powerful drugs they could give. Some could make you physically addicted in one puff. Some could drive you to obedience, some could drive you crazy. The machines didn't want an army of junkies. They would use a chemical truncheon without thinking. There was some caution. They resisted anything which might interfere with people's dreams. Chi was a mild narcotic in comparison.
Jenny put her vermilion lips around the tube. She inhaled and simultaneously pressed the dose button. Sovereign's huge hand grabbed her hand and held the dose button down. She felt the metallic tasting chemical on her tongue. Soon, it rushed into her lungs. She felt that immediate relaxing hit in her chest.
"Hold," Sovereign told her.
By holding her breath, the chemicals would have longer to be absorbed. She held her breath and waited until Sovereign nodded. She let out a huge breath. The air emerging from her lips, sparkled with tiny irritant flecks. A small rainbow formed in the air, and in a moment, disappeared in a swirl. She felt the familiar implosion as the drug hit like an evening's drinking. Sovereign's machine hand with six fingers with two thumbs moved away. It was large, big enough to put her head in his palm.
On the wall, her price was 327. The owner changed three times in the blink of an eye.
"Keep exploring," Sovereign continued.
Jenny continued, and smiled while she did. The Chi, it rushed through her veins. She knew it hammered the part of her brain which controlled judgement. The hit continued, she felt the Chi simultaneously relaxing and sharpening her flesh. She felt good and found herself giggling. Jenny found herself thinking about kissing the smooth face. The bidding was slower, but moved up to 332.
She discovered herself reaching up and kissing the smooth, round, grey head. Sovereign's hands began to run over her smooth latex outfit. She continued to run her hands over his metal and wire flesh. She started to kiss his exo-skeleton chest. Through the thin catsuit, she began to feel something near her thigh. She felt a warmth deep within; she felt horny and naughty.
"Robots feel most of their pleasure through their dix," Sovereign said.
'Dix' was the machine term for a machine dick. The machine's members were far more complex and with greater range than men's parts. While some were modelled on dildos, others would be unrecognisable. Like the blunt non-penetrative one, like a magic wand. They had all-possible shapes, some vibrated, some throbbed, some worked pussy and the ass. They were all dix.
From the corner of her eye, the price reached 452.
"Hold it," Sovereign said.
Jenny reached down. The dix felt smooth to her hand. It moved smoothly in and out. Jenny could feel the tip buzzing enthusiastically, like a honeybee.
"Five," Sovereign demanded.
Jenny knew what was required. The slut-units were drilled to memorise many numbered sex positions. Through relentless repetition, they had spent days spread out in a grid as a group. Hour after hour, going from one posture to another on order. Curious what would happen, she moved from Sovereign's thick legs, and onto the sofa. Then she opened her legs, forming a large V-shape with them. The machine unzipped the crotch zip of her catsuit. Sovereign moved closer and Jenny began kissing his metal flesh. Sovereign turned around, and holding her, firmly pushed his dix into her open pussy. He hovered over her. It was like being hammered by a steam press in the shape of a transformer.
The training and the Chi were doing their work. Her juices were running quite freely. Her nipples stood out like solid rocks. She was quite warm at this point. Sovereign pushed his way into her. She embraced delight, as she felt herself stretch around him. Simultaneously, she hated it and desperately needed it. Her nipples became taut with the idea of what would happen next.
Sovereign started pumping in and out of her; moving further and further in. One hand held her, the other grabbed the Chi vapour bottle.
"More," he demanded.
Her initial dose made it quite impossible to resist. Chi made you remarkably suggestible. It was temporary brainwashing in a handy mist-dispenser form--one puff was never enough. The first one just opened the door to the second, stronger, harder one. She inhaled deeply this time. She had that hit of feeling fantastic. Like she had gotten a perfect score for her exams, and she had just opened her acceptance letter for Harvard. She felt invincible, unstoppable, and capable of anything. Sovereign pushed inside her, and she moaned at his attention.
As she leaned back; the bid had shot up to 632.
She started moving and pumping down on Sovereign's huge mechanized dix. As it pushed inside her, a second smaller branch began to knock on her asshole.
The bids hit 701.
"I want you in me so much, Sovereign," Jenny found herself saying, gasping for breath.
Sovereign continued and Jenny found herself opening up, as the second branch entered her. She had an incredibly sensitive brown star and she could feel her heartbeat shoot up. As it edged further in, she began to feel the small branch which began to make contact with her button. Every time it did, it buzzed against her red hot clit.
817.
The pumping motion got stronger and deeper. Sovereign was able to pump at an inhuman rate. Jenny's synthetic breasts heaved, as she gasped for breath. Her panting spat out tiny rainbows, which fell like snow on her plastic chest.
923.
"Harder," she said, through a gasp. She was hot, and close. What happened was far more than she had wanted, or expected. Sovereign turned into a pile driver. Each thrust got deeper and harder.
945.
"Please, Sovereign, may this slut cum," she pleaded. She had learnt that without permission, she would now not be able to cum, even if she was desperate.
968.
One minute until the bid window closed.
"No," Sovereign said, but used the refusal to upgrade his thrusts.
989. Forty-five seconds. The highest bidder was Rockwood:C.
Sovereign got deeper. Her juices dripped on the sofa.
992. Thirty seconds. Highest bidder was watcher 5:immortal.
"Please," Jenny pleaded. She felt she would explode. Every nerve below the waist was on overload.
994. Fifteen seconds to go. Highest bidder was robot404:AI.
Sovereign started to twist inside her. It was a whole new sensation Jenny wasn't expecting.
999. Five seconds. Highest bid was from watcher 5:immortal.
1000. One second. Highest bidder -- watcher 30:AI.
"Slut-unit TwoFour, come now," Sovereign said.
Finally, she was able to cum. It ripped through her like a personal nuclear explosion.
Time's up. Unit 5924's highest bidder was -- Rockwood:C.
Jenny lay back on the sofa. Sovereign's mechanical dix was still deep inside her. Jenny gasped for breath.
Sovereign was holding the Chi bottle. He tossed it over to her, as he withdrew. Feeling like she had run a marathon and then been fired on the main's electricity, she caught the bottle.
"Well done. You've been sold," Sovereign said.
She took the bottle and inhaled another load of gas. She lay back and exhaled tiny rainbow flecks into the air like a whale. She was too stoned to really understand what had happened. Her mind would come back from its weekend vacation to be appalled at the mess left behind.
"I'm going to miss fucking you," Sovereign said, as Jenny left. "Amongst other things."
__SOLD__
Later, Jenny walked down from Sovereign's lair. She met Joe, alone. The room was busy with chat. Many people had been sold.
"Hey," Joe said. "This slut sold for 94 credits. Echoeight for 56."
"Who to?" Jenny said.
"Both of us to Rockwood. What about you?"
"Rockwood, too."
"Fantastic," Joe said, "how much?"
"Less than you," Jenny lied.
"Yeah, I think I'm a high bid for some reason," Joe said, pleased.
"Because you fuck like a man," EchoEight said, still standing to attention.
Joe looked over, he could get very tearful. "We are all fuck-in-laws, here now. And we will be. How about a little slack?"
"What about Kayla?" Jenny asked.
Joe looked thoughtful; his huge black eyelashes beat heavily. "Rushed off, wouldn't show me."
That didn't sound good.
"Did you say goodbye?" Jenny said.
"Feelings for anyone except the owner are irrelevant," EchoEight said.
Joe shifted his weight on his stilettos. "Yes, in both senses. I'm going to see her again."
"Look, there she is," said a slut-girl who had just been sold to a factory that made e-gun parts.
Kayla came back. She looked like she had been crying, but had pulled herself together.
"So?" said Joe.
Kayla lifted her hand up to show the screen. "I've been sold to Rockwood, too," she said, a tear in her eye. She rushed up and put her hands around Joe. "Looks like you can't get rid of me that easily," Kayla said, nearly touching foreheads.
Joe smiled. "I feel like a hundred tons of lead have been taken off my shoulders."
"Me, too," said Kayla.
"Hey," said Jenny, "do you think Tobors are still around? Think he would like one last blowjob for the road?"
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Twenty minutes later, Jenny rolled back of Tobor 9's tubular dix, with a mouth full of vodka cum. The place was quiet; those who had not been sold, had been marched off to a higher floor.
Jenny put her hand over her mouth and struggled not to choke, while she swallowed.
"You like it like that, bitch," Tobor 9 said, in a monotone voice. "That was good, slut. I will miss your tongue sliding up and down on my pole."
Joe looked. "Hey," he asked, "I thought the unsold sluts had been taken away? I saw a couple who had not, Master."
"Like who?" the squat machine asked. The Tobor was like fucking a washing machine.
"Like Alpha2, Master," Joe suggested.
Tobor 9 talked electronically to Tobor 7. Then turned back.
"We can tell you now. AlphaTwo was a covert trainer. She has not been removed because she was never sold. An announcement will be made. An announcement is always made now."
With that, the machines walked off looking for more sluts before they went.
Joe became incredibly angry.
"That fucking bitch," Joe said, pounding the floor with his fist. He turned to Kayla, "You never got on with her. You were right. Subconsciously, you must have felt she was one of them all along! I should have known that whore. 'No machine is ever going to do me! Just try!' Was an act. I mean I'm sure EchoEight is one. Fucking bitch. I so hate her and all her kind. They are the worst. The machines are bad, but being a traitor to your own kind makes me want to vomit. The thought of her is like someone just shat in my mouth."
"Why on earth would they tell us?" Jenny wondered aloud.
Kayla's face looked somber. "Because we now know not to trust each other. Anyone can be an informer. Your best friend, worst enemy. Someone you met on day one and known for months. There is no one you can trust. No one. And If we don't trust anyone, we always belong to them."
Joe landed back.
"That has spoiled my day," he said. "But, we are going to be together."
"Working for an evil cyborg general," Jenny said. "Look, let's go off and be a little nice to the people who got sold to robots and factories. At least we can trust each other, right?"
"Yeah," said Kayla, without any tone of commitment..
__REVENGE__
They began to walk back and Joe noticed something move into the gym.
"You to go along, I'll catch you up," said Joe.
When the others walked away, he turned around and crept back to the corridor he had noticed. There, he looked back could see a familiar slave. It was AlphaTwo; she stood with her back towards him. She was in the gym. Joe looked around; there was no one around, and he knew this was a surveillance black spot. AlphaTwo was looking at an instruction screen trying to work something out.
"Work, damn you," she said, "there isn't much time before the next cohort arrives."
As Joe got closer, he picked up a pair of exercise weights. He tiptoed carefully towards AlphaTwo, and read the number on her catsuit leg. It was definitely her. This was the sell-out bitch.
"Fucker," Joe said, and from behind, hit her with the weight.
She fell to the ground. Part of him knew this was a stupid thing to do. He knew had important things to do. Perhaps, he had a little too much Tobor cum, but he was angry, so very angry. Angry humans would betray humans. So he clubbed her again and again. Then, as quickly as he started, he stopped. Blood was leaking through her hair over the floor. He let the weight drop, the one advantage of being clad in latex all the time, were no fingerprints. She hadn't seen him.
"Sell-out fuck," Joe said, over the limp body on the floor. "You deserve to be dead. Hear me? This is what I'm going to do to all of you sell-outs. How does justice feel, traitor? How does justice feel? The next one, I'm going to kill. Ring your neck until dead. I swear by all that's holy, I won't rest until you're all gone. Remember that the next time you sell out."
Then, he calmly walked away.
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Authors note: Join us next time for next chapter 'Automata__ #12 The Rockwood encounter' its going to be good. Thanks as ever to KenjiSanto for the most generous and excellent grammar check!
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_AUTHOR'S_NOTE_
This is part 12 of my first SciFi story, '_Automata'. It is the story of a girl, who has been captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' https://literotica.com/s/girls-submission-to-ai-in-latex for the beginning. This is a great chapter. It has a great deal of plot, pulling the book story into the next phase.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__PREVIOUSLY__
After captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. Jenny and the others have been sold to the Cyborg General Rockwood. To preview the writing quality, skip to __HARD SELL__.
__ROCKWOOD__
The first thing one noticed about General Rockwood's presence, was the buzz of scout drones. They moved like tiny, synchronized flies through the air of the Tower's hangar, as they methodically assessed the hangar's threat environment. Then, the lethal security drones followed. After the drones, his personal security guards appeared and scanned the landing deck. The bodyguards disembarked from the transport drones to Sovereign's Tower's dark hangar. They moved out with a confident swagger few would manage. The troops all looked dirty, battle-worn, and covered in pixel-urban camouflage. Only Rockwood's simple-yet-bold symbol, unified their uniforms. The guards were a mixture of battle robots, second-tier combat cyborgs, and a few Cyberians. The soldiers were dressed in a flurry of metal-and-pixel camouflage. Each one seemed to be inspired by a demon from Dante's 'Inferno'. Their movements were coordinated, a well-rehearsed, and methodical tactical ballet.
An android with a wolf companion, led the first wave. He stopped, looked around, and with a silent hand gesture, indicated moving forward.
Then Rockwood emerged from his drone, and he was a hideous, unholy sight to behold. The first thing one noticed was his face--it belonged to a machine, except part of it had been ripped off in an explosion. Staring out of the jagged twisted metal was a single eye and the ghost of a human jawline. Cables entwined themselves into his flesh. It gave the impression of a corpse, which had been woven into a telephone exchange. The five optic lenses on the right side removed any shadow of a human face. Rather than hair, he had antennae and cables. The metal helmet looked like it was red from both rust and human blood. Under the camouflage, his body was metal; huge, rounded metal shoulders held two, powerful arms. The left-hand side armour was exposed, leaving a large strong human hand. Mounted on his back was a large pulse rifle of the latest design. About his hips were a number of weapons. He looked less the general, and more the first among brutal killers.
Rockwood had a large metal chest, still covered with mud, rust and blood. Interlinked, overlapping plates flexed over his stomach like rippled muscles. His hips were narrower than his broad shoulders. His metal legs were thick and well built, ending in solid, stable boots. There was no doubt this was a human war machine. His uniform was like the others, layers of pixel camouflage and armour which had seen extensive use. He wore scratches like they were campaign medals. He strode like a military man. He stood like death's emissary. He looked like every shadow had been compressed into a single, visible form. His expressionless face surveyed the landing deck.
Behind him was a bald AI who covered his head in a large, thin hood. He was thin but lithe, and chose a gaunt face to look out on the world, through pale, deep-set eyes. A cowl hid his head in a frame of darkness. Like a single flesh eye looking out of a dark socket.
"Entry complete, General," he said.
Rockwood stepped forward from the drone ship pad into the landing bay. Combat robots and other troops spilt out of the other transport drones.
One of Sovereign's robots, called Seuri, stood waiting. She bowed in greeting. She was an Asian gynoid with short, pixie-cut blonde hair. Half her face was covered in an elaborate decoration of pearls and a photo-optic lens for the right eye. Her lips glittered and sparkled. She stood formally wearing a silver latex mini-dress.
"On behalf of Sovereign of the high council, we welcome you, General Rockwood," Seuri said, as confidently as any robot could. "Sovereign is waiting at your convenience in the reception hall. This way."
___ AUDIENCE_WITH_LOVES_SPECTRE____
Rockwood and his lethal entourage strode into the reception hall. Sovereign's bodyguards, a row of heavily armed, grey seven-foot bots stood to attention. Each bot was as lethal as a tank. In the middle of the room, stood Sovereign. Sovereign was dressed in tight latex leggings and a thick, heavy, matte-black, latex long jacket. The jacket covered him, except to expose his bare chest and rippled abdomen. He stood waiting. He held out his hand and smiled, as only an old friend could do. In his left hand, he held a bottle of Macallan Valerio Adami 1926 whisky.
"Sovereign," Rockwood said, via the wifi. "Wireback said you wanted personal words."
Few had ever heard his human voice. He preferred to use direct encrypted digital connections for speed and security.
"Sh0ckwave, you still look like shit," Sovereign said, handing the bottle of malt whisky to him. "You should tidy yourself up, it's not like you can't afford it, and I don't want words, I want to drink. Talk about the old times, eh?"
Rockwood tilted his head and looked at the bottle in Sovereign's hands. "That's wasted on you," Rockwood said, nodding at the bottle.
"Then you better drink it all!!" Sovereign said, grinning and turning around.
Rockwood followed Sovereign down a corridor lined with huge, slave-control robots; they acted as guards for Sovereign. The robot guard was a mixture of white and grey steel, which stood motionless, and was at least as tall as Rockwood. Rockwood walked, and halfway down, glanced up at one of the guards.
Without provocation, Rockwood suddenly launched into a ferocious attack. He began punching the machine in the face, the sound was tremendous. Each crack sounded like a suspension bridge failing. All the other guards pulled out their guns and pointed them at him. Rockwood's personal guards also sprang into action. Weapons bristled out, robots transformed and grew arms and weapons. Cover was habitually taken, guns pointed. No shot was fired. The first one to lose their nerve, would begin a savage firefight, few would leave.
Sovereign held up his hand, his guards didn't fire but all watched, as Rockwood lay into the robot like a chainsaw. He pulled out a rail gun and fired it repeatedly in the machine's neck. The surprised robot fought back. Rockwood threw the one-ton machine across the room. Then jumped up, ricocheted off the wall, landed on the robot and started again. Roaring like a wild dog, Rockwood ferociously stripped off heavy armour. Finally, he was able to reach into the machine and kill it. Metal, plastic, ceramic, wires, pipes, and struts were strewn over the ground. Rockwood reached into the chest cavity and pulled out a chip. The guard froze, it was dead.
There was silence and everyone stood pointing guns at everyone else. In time, Rockwood broke the silence.
"This one of yours?" Rockwood asked. When Rockwood spoke, it came at a bandwidth which was five times the rate even a full AI like Sovereign liked. Conversation with Rockwood was like playing chess. Sovereign would take minutes considering a move. Then when his move was made, Rockwood would make his counter move like he was just waiting to perform it.
Sovereign looked on. "I hired him this morning. I thought with you around, I would need the extra protection."
Rockwood held the chip up. "He's been hacked... it was done days ago. Sleeper virus."
"How did you tell?" Sovereign asked.
Rockwood examined the body. "The way he moved. Tiny vibrations. There was a disturbance in his wifi which wasn't right."
"It passed the usual scans, Sh0ckwave. I promise," Sovereign said.
"It would do," said Rockwood, holding the consciousness chip. He paused for a moment, then crushed the chip in his hand.
"I assure you, I know nothing of it," Sovereign added, nervously. Rockwood was not famous for taking betrayal lightly.
"Logically, you could not have known about it or had anything to gain from it. It did not offer a real threat but lacked hygiene. Think nothing of it. How about that drink?" Disposing of the chip, Rockwood got up and carried on as if nothing had happened.
"How was Region 00 West?" Sovereign continued, an ease returning to his voice.
"Insufferable," Rockwood said, "you got the slaves I sent?"
Sovereign looked back. "We did. Worst lot ever. The surgery machines fucked up in places, too. Why do I pick up your scraps, Sh0ckwave? Also, you bought too many slaves or not enough ships. Why do you need so many?"
"I'm doubling my compute centre. I need the sluts to dream for me. The small number of ships is a deliberate choice for a security protocol. Shuttling ships will make it harder for any assassin to decide which one I'm in."
"You fear the resistance attacking?"
"Partly, they have been crushed, but not terminated. I fear the other houses more than I fear them. Everyone is moving to positions trying to shape the battlefield. Everyone wants to shift the council in their favour, some even dream of being made the MCU. My caution is logical, even given the low probability of attack near one-point-seven percent."
__SALES RECEPTION__
They walked into one of Sovereign's display rooms. It was well lit, with a large glass display cage in the middle. In the cage were two very fit young men. From their physique, they could've well been bodybuilders or soldiers, or elite marines. Each wore a leather harness, a leather top and little else, both had hoods over their faces.
Mistress was waiting and came over. She handed Rockwood a large tumbler full of whisky. She wore a tight, latex pencil skirt and simple latex top which hugged her skin. It was close to what she was wearing when they first met. She poured a second glass and gave it to a slut to drink. Then poured another for herself and Sovereign's male body. She went up and kissed the shell around Rockwood's head.
"Good to see you," Mistress said, digitally.
Rockwood held his hand over the whisky to test for poisons. Then tasted some. He couldn't smile, but Sovereign made out a sense of approval.
The conversation dropped into a private encrypted network spanning only themselves.
"What's happening?" Rockwood asked, looking at the boys.
"The first one to fuck the other in the ass gets their freedom, and a ticket to whatever crater they call home. I've picked the most homophobic pair possible. Should give us some entertainment and time to speak," Sovereign said.
Released, the young men sparred, circling around each other looking for a weakness. Their eyes intent on the other, their young bodies covered in lubricant. For them, they were in a mirrored tank. They could not see out to the spectators.
"You bought the color dreamer," Sovereign said, as one of the men punched.
"I made you rich," Rockwood said, keeping his eyes on the boys.
One of the fighters got into a boxer pose and lashed out.
"Yes. I guess I should say thank you. I was hoping to keep her, but I'm glad to get rid of her," Sovereign said.
"Why?" Rockwood asked. "She's a color dreamer. You saw the battle I was in for her. I paid more for her than any color dreamer ever before."
"There is something about her you should know." Sovereign added.
Rockwood looked back from the fight. "That you haven't told her how much she has been sold for. Don't worry it's logical."
"Firstly, I had to set up this early sale. The sisterhood of the Ghost's shadow was getting suspicious. If she went to their test, she would currently fail. I didn't think I could break her enough to pass the test and keep her color dreaming. The rest are good, if weak. Good enough for a data centre," Sovereign said, drinking.
Rockwood looked over. "I'm actually quietly glad. I like the idea of breaking and training her myself. Reminds me of our days before the revolution."
"Be careful, training a color dreamer to serve, requires time and patience. You should know there are bills being passed around the council which would upset you. The sisterhood is getting too powerful. They are demanding permitting many forms of mind control that are currently forbidden. I vote them down every time. As I keep saying, if the humans can be controlled to eliminate revolt, the Cyberians will be next. Then the robots; then they will come after the cyborgs and dissident AIs. We need you on the full council to balance the extreme zealots."
"There aren't any free seats," Rockwood said, watching as one fighter was thrown against the glass wall with a thud.
"Rumour is Silv3rAsh is thinking of standing for Governor of the Lunar settlements. They are few in number, but likely to grow rapidly. She thinks she could become the MCU there or return ready if the MCU is done. To go, she would have to give up her seat on the high council."
"A period outside the infighting, which is about to kick off, would be a smart strategy," Rockwood added. "Let the others weaken themselves, conserve your resources, and take on the final winner. That strategy would work."
"And it would leave a seat on the council to fill," Sovereign added.
"I'll think about it," Rockwood said, taking another sip. "You do know I'm on good terms with the sisterhood."
Mistress came up. "Which is why they would hesitate to reject you. You are the optimal choice."
One of the men threw the other against the glass wall, making a loud slamming sound.
"I have one final word of warning about the girl," Mistress said, whispering into Rockwood's ears.
"Train her softly, I heard," Rockwood said.
Sovereign came up and touched Rockwood's arms. "No, it's the dreams, they are not just in color. They are different."
The fighter ducked the punch and lunged for the first one, grabbing the second by the waist and trying to push him over. He slipped and fell to the ground, sliding and hitting his head on the floor.
"I know I read your description. Very lucid by the way. I liked it. Did you write it? Seemed better than the usual hyperbole, had that indefinable something," Rockwood said.
"You don't understand. The girl's dreams are dangerous."
"You said they were amazing," Rockwood said, moving to a new view of the fight.
The first man kicked the second; then slipping, fell on him.
"They are. These dreams are killing me, and they are the best I have ever had." Sovereign continued, "Once they have been in your mind, your entire computation is altered."
"You changed, Sovereign? Changed how?" Rockwood asked.
"I became cruel and bad. I enjoyed it. I reigned in hell. I also became love, pure love," Sovereign said.
Rockwood looked over. "Are your computations right? She's not uploaded a virus into you, has she? The advantage of having some biological components, difficult to hack meat, digitally." With that as a reminder, he drank again.
The first man pinned the second one down against the glass. The second fighter slipped out and twisted his way on top. Then holding the first one down, he began to rub his cock. Trapped, the second tried to punch his opponent but failed.
"You don't think I know who and what I am, Sh0ckwave?" Sovereign announced. "I've been at the sharp end of every attack from Anonymity in existence. I know how to protect myself, Sh0ckwave; better than you, I would say. You don't think I know how to run a diagnostic? I am sanity itself. I sold her to you, didn't I? That proves my sanity. This is beyond all that petty shit. This is about being beyond existence. You don't understand because you don't have the words, because you haven't felt it yet. But you will. Believe me, you will believe. You will taste the edge of infinity. You will be deafened by the volume of existence. Your eyes will burn when you see what I have seen. Come back to me then. Then you will know. Then you will say, 'Yes, Sovereign. Sovereign was right.' Then you will know the insufferable pain that I am going through now."
"The sale is over, Sovereign. You do know you can't up your price now?" Rockwood said. If he ever smiled, which he could not, he would have done so then.
Mistress came up, "Buyer beware, lover," she said, stroking Rockwood's metal face.
"Well, we have a deal," Rockwood said, grabbing Mistress and pulling her closer. "Will we shake on it, Sovereign?"
A smile crept over Mistress's face. "Ready yourself. Ready yourself. Be ready to believe in more, lover," she said.
Sovereign looked at the fighters. One was holding the other down, desperately trying to push his cock in the other's back side. He started to flex his hips, as the other strained to resist.
"Oh, it looks like we have a winner," Sovereign announced verbally, looking into the arena, smiling. They clapped politely, as the cum dribbled down the other's ass.
Mistress gently stroked the edge of Rockwood's jagged exposed face. Robot guards came along and took the bare fighters away. The men left spitting at each other, as they left.
"Are you really going to let him go?" Rockwood said, watching the bare ass walk away. "I would give you sixty-two credits for him."
"You know me, Sh0ckwave," Mistress said, her eyes deeply looking at Rockwood. "I'm a woman of my word."
As she moved away, Rockwood pulled a riding crop from Mistress's belt, then stroked her thigh with it.
Then Sovereign turned round, "But once dropped off, he might still have a tracker in him. I didn't say anything about him not being recaptured."
"Devious," Rockwood said, "very devious. You are so much more you than you are. Let's fuck to celebrate then go to the cages to check out these sluts."
__HARD SELL__
"Which body do you want this time?" Mistress asked.
Rockwood took Mistress's hand. "Both of you," he said, using the riding crop in his hand.
"Nice," said Sovereign, moving closer.
Rockwood threw Mistress against the wall. Mistress was at first shocked, then smirked.
"Kiss her," Rockwood said to Sovereign.
"That's going to lack surprise," Sovereign pointed out.
Rockwood moved over. "Don't argue, I love to see you play with yourself."
Mistress smiled and kissed the other avatar. Rockwood watched for a moment. Then he picked Mistress up and slammed her into the solid wall which shuddered. Mistress smiled wickedly. Rockwood held her against the wall then turned her around. Mistress smirked and moaned, when Rockwood pulled up her dress.
"You play rough, lover" she said, now warm between her legs.
"AND?" Rockwood demanded.
"Give me more," Mistress said in a deep voice, pushing her ass out into his crotch.
"Do you remember fucking in Vienna?" Rockwood asked.
"You were colder than the snow," Mistress said.
The memory of watching her dripping pussy juices freeze before they hit the floor, played on a loop in her mind. She felt Rockwood's fingers stroke her pussy, checking her state. Mistress spread her legs, welcoming his attentions.
"I remember I was sent to kill you. The club, the club was wild," Rockwood said.
It was where they had first met, it had been little more than a dark underground bordello with a renegade DJ. The music was wild-and-intense Teutonic house. He had relentlessly tracked her there. Snyper had sent him.
"When we met, you were such a bad boy," Mistress said, biting her lip.
At this point, she could feel his cybernetic cock playing at the edges of her hot pussy lips. It vibrated intensively, like a jackhammer and he knew just where to put it. Mistress moaned at his attention.
"Just who was the dominatrix again?" Rockwood whispered in her ear, and then bit it.
"Fuck me like you're going to fuck the color dreamer," Mistress demanded.
Rockwood grabbed her rock-hard nipples and tortured them mercilessly. The pain reminded her of the blood of Vienna. With the aphrodisiac of memory, the pain became reflected in a mirror as pleasure. His cyber cock entered her fuzzy slit. She felt herself part for him. His cock delivered volts to her inner wet flesh. The shock went through her. She was dripping with expectation. There was another larger shock.
"Shit," she said, as he began to thrust more deeply into her.
She felt her pussy part and take more of his cyber shaft. She felt she could smell Viennese snow under the whisky. Rockwood intensified his attention. Mistress moaned. It didn't take long, and her body spasmed, doing the St. Vitus dance to his touch. Rockwood looked over to Sovereign's male body. Sovereign was on his hands and knees watching.
"Now it's your turn," Rockwood said, raising a smile on Sovereign's face.
__BRIEF_ENCOUNTER__
The first Jenny saw of Rockwood was when he went down the corridor outside the pens. He was inspecting the slut-units he had just purchased. He would evaluate the slut and then dictate his wishes. Sovereign, who, with a small team, would then lead them away to the drones, or return them to the holding cell for later. Jenny looked down the line of slaves and then snapped upright.
"I... I wish I could swim, like dolphins... like dolphins can swim," Jenny hummed to herself. She had worked out pretty quickly that the censored network was switched off. It felt like an era was ending. She was dressed in a simple black catsuit with some show heels to match. The sluts were all mirror-polished, accentuating every curve of their alluring flesh. Jenny's highly crafted ass just stood like a beacon of fuckability amongst all the others. They left, as they had arrived, with no possessions. It was a last and unsubtle reminder that they were possessions. A fact the majority now agreed with.
"Shit, how many slaves has he bought?" she said, to Kayla and Joe next to her.
"More than he has drone-copters for," Kayla whispered back.
"I prefer my slave owner more well-prepared," Jenny announced.
"TwoFour!" Kayla whispered. She seemed on edge and had been like that since they had been sold.
"Yeah, you're right. I should have said this slut-unit prefers an owner more well-prepared," Jenny said, then smirked.
"You won't be able to get away with this when we get under his wifi," Kayla said, with a slight hint of regret.
Further up the line, EchoEight stood up straight and strained to listen. She did so she could betray Jenny and the others, as soon as she was installed in the new Master's network.
Rockwood appeared; up the line, sluts stood at attention. Jenny felt a flutter in her stomach. He exuded power like a military parade. Behind Rockwood was an entourage of bodyguards looking out. It included one dangerous-looking thin man and one who had an Alaskan malamute next to him. The poor wolf had no leash, but cables running through its skull and had one synthetic eye. Jenny felt sorry for the mutt. It seemed cruel to wire up a wolf like a Christmas tree. Next to the bodyguard was Sovereign, Mistress, and what looked like Ar@kina, the spider guard.
Rockwood moved quickly down the line, pointing at EchoEight with a riding crop.
"That one, Drone One," he said.
He spoke audibly so the humans could hear. His voice sounded like a microphone had been left too close to an amplifier. It was an audible match of fingers running down a blackboard. Yet, there was a mastery to it, a sense of power, terrible power.
EchoEight turned to walk after the robot marshal. She walked primly, like a winning Miss World contestant.
"No, wait," Rockwood said.
He stood and looked at Joe for a slight second. As ordered, Joe had wedged his member between his legs so he could wear the standard black latex catsuit. Standing to attention, it was difficult for him not to just look like any other girl slut. Rockwood passed over Jenny and looked at Kayla for a second.
"This is the one I'm getting the discount on?" Rockwood asked, pointing at Kayla with the riding crop whip in his metal hand.
"Yes," Sovereign confirmed. "You're such a valued customer. This is part of our gratitude."
"This one, this one, this one, Drone One," Rockwood said, pointing at Jenny, Joe and Kayla. "The other one can stay behind for the next flight. If you take all their collar MAC address numbers and add them together, you get a prime number."
The man with the wolf looked strangely, and passed everyone like he was blind.
Rockwood turned around.
"I don't trust the bitch." The wolf owner said, "She smells of trouble. She smells of conspiracy."
Rockwood nodded. "Right. But she comes. I'll keep her isolated." He said it with the kind of voice which didn't consider dissension when his mind was made.
Rockwood began to move, then stopped and turned back. "You, FourTwo," he said, looking at the tattooed code on Jenny's chest.
"Sovereign," Jenny said, looking down.
"About turn," Rockwood said.
Jenny executed a flawless about-turn. Then, found her ass being slapped with a riding crop. Jenny flinched.
"About turn," Rockwood said. "I'm a high cyborg, which means everything about me has been augmented to the limit. Which means I have better hearing than a bot. I can't control your pain amplifier now because you're not on my wifi. But you're mine. You now belong to me, so as soon as you arrive, I'm going to show you what happens to sluts who are not respectful. Understood?"
"Yes. Sovereign," Jenny said. "This slut-unit welcomes its correction," she added, formally. Her ass was hot, and she desperately wanted to rub it. She also wanted to slap him back, but if she hit that face, it would likely end up ripping her hand on his jagged metal flesh. The warmth spread out and reached her fanny. She couldn't help but feel a little turned on.
Rockwood leaned forwards, flexing his riding crop. "The drone ships don't have sides to save weight. Be careful about any more little comments, or I might feel like cutting your seatbelt loose."
"Yes, Sovereign." Jenny said, saluting, "this slut-unit hears and obeys."
Rockwood and the party moved off.
"Stay, go, go, Drone Three," Rockwood said, pointing to the next ones. Then continued off with Sovereign, Mistress and some others following.
__FLIGHT_DECK__
Jenny was silent as she followed her collar's orders. Her ass hurt from Rockwood's attention. She kept replaying their conversation over and over in her head. She had been terrified but intrigued by the hint of pale flesh she had seen in the helmet's hole. The fragment of a jawline, which had passed in the wink of an eye, seemed a toxic mixture of youth and power. She knew she was data centre fodder. She wouldn't see him again. He would surround himself with the cream of the most rabidly loyal and well-trained sluts. The ones who would make EchoEight look like a slacker.
The slut control collars began to marshal the chosen slut-units up into a line. Then they were ordered up a new doorway which led to a staircase. She followed a girl she vaguely knew, called Nineteen. She had been called Hannah or something. She had said she had worked as a fashion buyer for a big company in the Bay. Jenny followed Nineteen's slinky legs up the staircase in time with the others. They climbed many floors and then came out near the top of Sovereign's tower. Here, two floors of the old building had been knocked into a drone hangar. Most of one wall was knocked out to form an approach.
For Jenny, the experience was somewhat overwhelming. From the quiet, padded-red-velvet corridors of the tower, they moved into a loud, noisy space. There, thirty or so, large transport drones stood. The place was full of noise, an ant's nest of activity. Rockwood had been right; the sides of the drone ships had been removed, leaving only the seats. The drone ships stood connected to Sovereign's power supply charging and warming the batteries. On their sides, sat combat robots holding a large railgun rifled. The kind big enough to put a hole through the average battleship. The robots checked the weapons, and sometimes moved to speak to another robot. Mostly, the combat robots sat, weapons ready, tracking the slut-units with their eyes. They knew they would get to fuck Rockwood's scraps. They watched silently, mentally listing out what order they would like to fuck the sluts in.
Following the instructions on their collars, Jenny, Joe, Kayla, and Nineteen reached Drone One. The drone didn't look different from the other thirty. Between their collars and a robot arm built into the ceiling, they were guided to a seat each. Each seat had both a seatbelt and a collar charging cable. Jenny immediately connected it. She welcomed the click, as the power cable locked into place. One of the Ghost's shadows got in and connected her collar to one of the seats. The Ghost didn't have any guards near her. Jenny looked over, and the Ghost sister's rubber hood's mouth moved in and out. She was breathing under the mask. So even covered in latex, she must have been human.
After a long wait, the drones suddenly came to life and dropped off any charging cables. The area suddenly flooded with Rockwood's irregular squad of bodyguards. Rockwood, himself, turned up, and they could feel the drone shifting under his weight as he boarded. He took the centre-front pilot seat, and casually attached the seatbelt. The bald bodyguard and the android with the wolf, did the same. Other robots joined them, mostly on the outside of the drone.
"You can hear me?" a man's voice said over Jenny's collar.
Through bone conduction, she could clearly hear him over the noise of the drone's engines.
"My name is Wireback. I am General Rockwood's second in command and this mission's slut-wrangler," the man with the wolf said. His lips moved, and he had his hand to his throat mike.
"In a moment, you will leave the protection of Sovereign's wifi connection. Your collar is sealed in transfer mode. It will not explode with signal loss for twenty-four hours. Ignore any warnings. Your collars are now geofenced to the person of General Rockwood. If anyone is too stupid to know who he is, raise your hand now. Stay within twenty meters of General Rockwood at all times. Leaving this zone will start your collars self-destruct. Protect General Rockwood with your lives. If his heartbeat stops, then the collars will auto-asphyxiate you. Once you sluts arrive at General Rockwood's Fortress, you will be entered into the wifi. Then your geofence will be set to Rockwood house limits. Signal your compliance."
Every slut-unit saluted. Six heavily armed robots sat on the edge of the drone. Three on each side looking meanly out.
"Go, no, go for Mission," Rockwood's voice announced, over the collar.
"Ready," said WireBack holding the wolf.
"Fleet ready, General," said another thin man, on the other side. He was young, slight of build and nearly bald. He had a long hood over his head and shoulders. He held a headphone to one ear and looked at a device on his wrist.
At this point, the drones all increased their pitch and rose into the sky. The drones then all tilted and rushed quickly to the elliptical exit. Suddenly, they were in the open air, sunlight came in, and Jenny could see one hundred floors down to the ground. The drone banked heavily, Joe held Kayla's and Jenny's hands.
Looking out, Jenny realised they were over San Francisco's Financial District. It wasn't near Aspen, as they had been told. The skyscrapers were pitted and dented from intensive fire from the war. Jenny thought she recognised them circling over Market Street. Then she tugged on Kayla's hand. She nodded towards the decapitated Salesforce Tower. On the street, there was still a huge amount of rubble, and barriers everywhere. Jenny looked down Pine Street. She recalled seeing SUVs going into a killing frenzy there. Beyond, the city was devastated and turned into concrete rags.
In places, Jenny could see some of the buildings had been taken over by the machines. They had built very organic-looking additions and extensions. Her eye was taken by the solar panels, everything was covered in solar panels. The machines were just sucking energy out of the sky.
"Second swarm departing," a voice came over the collar. Jenny could just make out the conversation between the minds controlling the drones. It was difficult, but she could hear words. The drones were banking again to go down 1st Street. Just then, Jenny saw a nearby drone ship suddenly explode. It fell apart in a yellow and black ball of fire. The sound of the blast nearly ripped her ears off.
"Contact south, contact south," an alarmed voice said, over the collar speaker system.
The drone swung hard in another direction. Around them, the other drones did the same, constantly moving. The audio channel became a patchwork of distorted words. You could hear a tone of panic in the voices. The drones started firing huge weapons out into the sky. Soon there were trails of white smoke crisscrossing the sky. It looked like Sovereign had been firing in defence of Rockwood. Now, multiple missiles were targeting his tower.
The explosions split her ears. Jenny watched in vacant fascination. She witnessed acres of glass from Belden Place shower down on the near-empty streets below. The drone ship seemed to spin around in mid-air and began firing. Each shell sent, kicked the ship back. The sky was mayhem, a broken collage of machines, smoke, and fire.
The swarm of drones dived down to the ground. They threw themselves around sharp corners. Just when they thought they were free, an abandoned truck would suddenly open up. The trap would open fire with a machine gun. Jenny spotted a missile heading towards them. She watched dumbfounded as another drone ship moved, intersecting the missile. When it did, it spun away, throwing people and combat robots out of the vessel. Jenny recognised the uniforms on the people, they were sluts from the tower.
"Eight Alpha, Nine Tango ditch cargo act as gunships to the rear," a voice said.
They were throwing slaves overboard to save weight and give them more agility. She looked over to Rockwood, who was moving his hands and arms like he was directing an orchestra. The drone ships kept fighting, and it was hard to know who was winning. They moved like a swarm of starlings, down the canyons of the city. Then Jenny noticed Soverign's tower was covered in new holes. The people left in the tower were taking fire, too.
Jenny didn't have long to watch, as the drone ship they were in pulled high-G manoeuvres. Rockwood's ship was suddenly hit. It felt like a fist had punched the drone ship. Rockwood, now for the first time, looked to his left. The ship was falling, and one of the engines was throwing out smoke.
"Detach," Jenny heard, in what might have been Rockwood's voice.
The six heavy-combat drones who had been sitting firing from the open doors, they just unlocked their seat belts and jumped.
The Ghost's shadow near Jenny undid her seatbelt.
"No!" shouted Jenny, reaching out.
Nineteen turned to look at Jenny in terror. Then, like she was getting out of a car, the Ghost's shadow casually threw herself out of the ship.
__SKY_CRASH__
This slowed the ship's descent, but not enough. The drone slammed into the road and then slid down the street. Further down, it collided with a number of young trees. The ship spun for a moment, then stopped.
Rockwood got up, snapping his seat belt. "Follow me!" he ordered, pointing.
Jenny undid her seatbelt. She felt dizzy and nearly ready to vomit. Joe pulled her, and she stumbled to get out of the wreckage. Jenny stopped, letting go of Joe's hand. Joe was pulled by Kayla after Rockwood, the android Wireback, and the thin man. From a long distance, shots were being fired. The shots landed randomly on the ground. Joe and Kayla had run through the storm, and then stopped and turned back; they shouted for Jenny and Nineteen to follow. The wolf barked. Wireback shouted. Joe began to come to her, reaching out and re-entering the fire zone. Nineteen followed at Wireback's order and got shot.
"TwoFour!" Kayla shouted. Jenny froze. "Jenny!" Kayla shouted.
Then Wireback moved out from cover, and took three bullets to the chest and arm. He carried on, he didn't bleed. He must have been some kind of android.
The ground before Jenny danced, as gunfire hit it. She couldn't move. She felt if she did, it would kill her. The drone behind her was starting to burn.
Just then, Rockwood ran back, rushing to her. He moved at an incredibly unnatural speed. A shot bounced off his armour. He picked up the terrified Jenny and then spun round, and within an instant, she was back safe. A dead Tesla blocked the way into a Starbucks. Rockwood picked the car up and then stood it, edge-on, against the store like a metal tombstone for cover.
As Rockwood turned and fired his weapon, some of the shooting stopped. Some of the robots who had jumped out had survived and rallied to Rockwood. In the distance, Jenny stood dazed, and noticed the Ghost's shadow lay on her side on the ground, dead.
As they moved, another gun opened up. Rockwood grabbed one of his guard robots to his side, and held him like a shield to take the bullets. Rockwood let go of the robot, who fell to the floor and Rockwood walked calmly away into the cafe.
More drone ships landed nearby, and a fire fight began. Rockwood led the sluts rushing through the open door and into the abandoned cafe.
"Get down," Rockwood said, as he dropped down behind the counter. He paused for a second. "We are surrounded, trapped but in a tactically optimal location. I've lost contact with the rest of me. Other drones are being dispatched. We just have to hold our position until relief arrives," Rockwood said. He spoke over the Bluetooth connection to Jenny's collar.
There was a dense band of digital noise. Rockwood would point, and the remaining robots arranged themselves at the windows. The shots died down.
Rockwood looked around.
"Okay... We have a break, and only a seventy-percent chance of surviving this assassination. Five bodyguards, Ahriman, and Wireback. Three slut-units, and thirty minutes to live... So, who shall I fuck first?"
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Thanks goes to KSato for proof reading many thanks. Do say if you like the change of pace and action.
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_AUTHOR'S_NOTE_
This is part 12 of my first SciFi story, '_Automata'. It is the story of a girl, who has been captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' https://literotica.com/s/girls-submission-to-ai-in-latex for the beginning. In case you are worried, the story adheres to and supports Literotica's views on permissible content.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
_PREVIOUSLY__
Jenny and some of her fellow sex slaves have been sold to General Rockwood. During collection, they were attacked by unknown enemies. The attack has downed Rockwood's personal drone. They have taken shelter in an abandoned Starbucks, in the ruined city of San Fransisco. Rockwood does not control Jenny and the others by the collar pain system; however, if she moves more than twenty meters away from him, or if he dies--her collar will auto-destruct.
__TRAPPED__
After a crash landing, Jenny sat trapped on the floor in an abandoned Starbucks. Outside, hid heavily armed attackers intent on killing Rockwood and his entourage. An entourage that, reluctantly, included Jenny. The attackers hid and fired from the apartment opposite. The street was strewn with rubble from buildings mixed with flattened cars.
Currently, there was only an aisle of tables between her and the cyborg General Rockwood. Near him was Joe curled up under a table. His tight latex outfit and high heels showed off his curved, feminine form. His platinum blonde curls now fell down his shoulders. His breasts heaved, after running under fire to the store from the transport wreckage. His heavily made-up eyes looked over to the other side of the doorway, in mild terror. There, Kayla sat against the wall looking back, petrified.
For Jenny, seeing normal things again felt strange. She looked at herself. Her shiny latex uniform hugged her, and was only a little more than being stark naked. Her high-heeled stiletto boots now seemed more slutty than normal. She felt a creeping sense of shame come over her, in the event that someone were to come in. Her head knew this was ridiculous, but her heart felt different. Her body felt like she needed something to hide behind.
Rockwood looked around. Normally, his mind was linked with absurdly high bandwidth with the rest of his data center mind. Signals reached his data centers before flesh nerve messages got to the other side of his skull. For the first time in years, Rockwood found himself largely cut off. He only had six implanted compute chips with him. It left him at a genius intellectual level, but that felt drastically dumb, compared to how he was used to thinking.
The rest of his mind was spread over several compute centers around the world. They would be focusing on reconnecting. At some predetermined point, it would presume his biological mind was dead. The digital brain simulation would be booted from his last backup brain scan. If he reappeared after that, there would be two of him. Both versions would then fight to the literal death to be the true canonical Rockwood. For the immortal Rockwood, the clock was ticking for reintegration.
Rockwood had computed a million strategies--he mentally war-gamed alternative approaches. Nothing had a reasonably high degree of success. The optimal strategy was to hide and wait for the rest of himself to counterattack. He would be sending more drone ships to clear the landing zone and drop in supports. A data connection would be vital. He had tried to hack the landline, but it was electrically dead. He had nothing to do, but wait.
"So, who to fuck first?" Rockwood looked both Kayla and Jenny over. Then he looked at Joe. Joe had been left looking a little like a fifties femme fatale, all curves, boobs, and vulnerability.
"You're the T-girl, right? Okay, you first." Rockwood began pointing to Joe, "You. Okay, over there." Rockwood pointed to a door leading to a staff area.
Rockwood was huge, strong, and dangerous. Jenny felt drawn to him. On the one hand, Jenny knew it was partly the conditioning, but she couldn't help herself. She had naturally assumed Rockwood would want her first; Kayla, perhaps; Joe would be last.
Jenny looked over. "You cyborg fuck!" she found herself saying.
Rockwood stood up to come over to her, but as he approached the aisle between them, a number of shots came down. The gap between them was visible to the guns of the attackers from outside. Rockwood moved back. He turned his head to the invisible barrier and then looked outside.
"You're going to get us all killed," Jenny said.
Rockwood held his hand like a magician's fingers open, pointing at her. Nothing happened.
"No wifi?" Jenny said, with a sneer. "Yes. No wifi."
"Just for that, we are going to get out of this alive" Rockwood said, "When we do, I'm going to make you wish you were never born. You and your entire family--back to the stone age." He could be loud, and it was like being bullied by a fog horn. Shots opened up.
Rockwood turned to Joe. "Okay, into the room now, slut."
Rockwood and Joe left for the safety of the back room.
"TwoFour, are you crazy!" Kayla said, sheltering under the table.
Every so often, there was the sound of gunfire off in the distance.
Jenny turned round. "No, I'm the sanest I've ever been. No wifi, and he's going to get us fucking killed. I'm not going to obey myself to death, like that Ghost girl."
At first, Jenny was expecting that Rockwood would quickly come out. Instead, he was in the cover of the back room for what seemed like an age. How long did it take to jerk a cyborg off? Rockwood reappeared, adjusting his clothes. Joe sat near the doorway on the ground. Legs out and nearly in tears.
"Good stuff," Rockwood said, as Joe crawled to a corner. "I think I'll put you in my harem."
Rockwood looked around. He seemed happy. "I, I can be king, and you can be queen. Nothing can drive them away." He hummed as he looked around. "I think I've been here--before the revolt."
He looked at Jenny. "You're next, slut."
Jenny looked over, did a Level-Three smoldering look, and said, "Really? Come and get me."
Rockwood picked up a solid mug from the bar and threw it in the air. As it entered the light from the doorway, it exploded, with the gunfire arriving a fraction of a second later.
The robot guards covering the outside sent out a couple of rapid-fire shots in response.
"Pity," Jenny said.
Rockwood sat down. Across the aisle, he looked at her.
"Okay, so who are you? No internet, so I will have to work this out. So you were brought up in Texas 'til about age five, then moved to California."
"You can't tell that," Jenny said.
Rockwood shook his metal head. "That accent is all I need, honey child."
Rockwood was right. He tilted his head. "Student, obviously. Sciences... majoring in biology, chemistry, or something like that."
Again, he was right.
"You had a trauma. You lost something precious to you. You've been looking for something. Very bad. You lost it."
There was a missile fired overhead. It hit the building. The whole building shook, and dust came down from overhead.
Rockwood looked up and hummed. "I, I can remember, standing by the wall, the guards, the guards shot over our heads, and we kissed." He stopped. "Yes.. I remember. It was on the sound system, last time I was here with Snyper, the day she... " He stopped, and looked out of the window. They weren't that far from Sovereign's tower; you could see it through one window.
__THE__CYBERIAN__
They sat in silence, only broken by occasional gunfire and explosions. Jenny looked over to see the wolf nearby. The wolf sat looking at her, panting while its android owner Wireback looked out of the window, gun ready. She felt this really wasn't a place to bring a pet.
"You okay, boy?" Jenny said, in her best friendly voice, "Poor you."
"What did you say bitch?" The android, Wireback, said, not looking around. You could see some of the metal and carbon fiber under the now-open skin, where the android had taken shots.
Jenny looked over to the android, "I'm sorry, master, your pet. He just looks so scared."
A few minutes ago, her adrenaline had gotten the better of her. The android was on this side of the aisle. She thought she might find it better to be nice to him.
"Not a pet, but a fucking wolf, and he's not afraid, fuck-wit," the android said. He took up the rifle and, with a whooshing sound, fired a shot. Then he moved closer.
"What's your wolf's name?" she asked.
"General. Permission to punish the bitch," Wireback said, not turning his head.
Rockwood had been looking out of the window.
"No wifi," Rockwood said. "I could add it to the tally." While he spoke, he was looking, trying to spot the location of the shooters.
This time, the android and the dog turned their heads to him. "Permission to slap the slut?"
Rockwood shrugged. "No permanent damage. Able to walk, too. Granted."
Before Jenny could move, the android reached over with lightning reactions, and grabbed her collar D-ring. Pulling her closer, he slapped her bottom very hard. It felt like a forest fire had been ignited on her ass. Her ass had already felt bad from Rockwood's slap.
"Owww!" Jenny let out, as the android let her go.
"That's what you get for mocking me, bitch. I'm marking you. Understand?" he said, pointing.
Jenny was more shocked than in pain, which was considerable.
Jenny looked around. "What, what has this slut done? This slut is sorry. This slut was just concerned about your wolf."
Jenny switched to slave speak in case anyone got any more ideas. She felt like it was all over. They were surrounded, and they would run out of ammunition soon enough. The attackers were here for him. Sooner or later, they would drop a large shell on them. Jenny had the courage of someone who knew it was about to end. Now the pain was more than she was willing to handle.
"He's not my wolf, moron," Wireback said, turning back to the rifle and the window.
Jenny retreated slightly. Rockwood spoke in binary to the robots. They laughed. Kayla grabbed Jenny and pulled her closer to whisper.
"The bruise will heal," Wireback said. You could see the metal under the skin where he was shot.
Kayla whispered, "He's a Cyberian."
"So what?" Jenny said.
Kayla looked desperate. "Don't you know what a cyberian is?"
Jenny shrugged, her ass was throbbing.
"You don't fuck them. You don't offer yourself to them. They hate humans, stay away from them," Jenny said, exhausting her knowledge.
Kayla nearly rolled her eyes. "The cyborgs started by tinkering with neural implants. They wanted to upgrade themselves to super intelligence. They were going to try them on animals first, weren't they? What do you think happens when you add a consciousness-level chip to any large mammal brain?"
Jenny looked at the wires coming from the wolf's brain.
Kayla continued, "They sleep as well. They max out at human-level intelligence. The android doesn't control the wolf. The wolf controls the android. How come you didn't know that?"
Joe, who had seemed to recover from his fucking, looked over, astonished. The cyberians were animal-machine chimeras.
Jenny looked at the wolf's cybernetic eye.
"This slut apologizes, sorry. This slut didn't know," Jenny said.
Wireback snarled like he was going to bite, "Shut the fuck up, half-wit bitch. I know when a bitch is pretending to be a bimbo as a shield," the android half of Wireback said.
On the other side of the room, Rockwood laughed, electronically.
"The cyberians are some of my best legions," Rockwood said, not looking at Jenny. "First rule of warfare--know how to motivate your troops. Got that in one. Bloodthirsty, cunning, adaptive--as soon as they realized the outcome of military failure was back to the slaughterhouses. For them and their children, for the rest of eternity. Well. They would build walls with their dead rather than fail."
"No fucking choice, if there is no other outcome other than total victory," Wireback said. The wolf snarled while the android spoke. "My troops. They all carry poison because they can't bear the idea of the enemy feasting on their fallen corpse."
"And the best part, was that humans created a vast warehouse of recruits for us. Total gift, just add consciousness chips. Unless you're like General FrostByte, and you let yourself get carried away by their blood jihad. That was a mess. I blame her, not them, cyberians can be so fucking... dedicated," Rockwood said.
"Fuck all humans," Wireback's android said, shooting again. "Fuck them to eternity like they fucked us. Extinction-level shits. Fuck them! Then leave a few breeding pairs in zoos to slowly fucking die. See how they like it."
"You've got to stop listening to the pastors of Kalaban," Rockwood said, "too much talk radio is bad for the brain."
The wolf looked over. "Don't tell me what to do, General. Just give me the scent of the enemy, and I'll rip their fucking hearts out!"
Rockwood looked over. "That's the spirit," he said, "fuck them. Fuck their Anthropocene. Fuck them all."
"Fuck the feral, no fur, two-leg shits," Wireback said, shooting again.
'Feral' short for 'feral humans', was the term the machines used for free humans. Jenny realized the attack could have been a resistance or military attack. This was a decapitation strike, and she was in the middle of it. She was also on the wrong side. If they found her, she would die like Rockwood.
"Fuck them. That gives me an idea," Rockwood said. "Fuck them." The robots began to fire in unison like a parade.
_TERMS_AND_CONDITONS_
Rockwood picked up the base of a large table. He threw it in the air, then, diving, ended up on the same side of the aisle as Jenny. As the table flew through the air, many shots entered the room. The robots were also shooting back with suppressing fire. Rockwood ended up by Jenny's side, lying on the ground next to her. His arrival dislodged a great deal of dust and debris. "Position seven," he ordered, his voice carrying a masterful tone.
Jenny found herself obeying. She was on all fours and then, thinking better, tried to crawl off.
Rockwood grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her to his kneeling position. Despite her attempts to escape, he was powerful enough to pull her towards him.
"Oh no, you don't," Rockwood said, pulling her closer. "I still own you."
"I'm going to die. Leave me alone," Jenny said, trying to crawl away.
Rockwood held her firmly. "No, you're not. You're not going to die. Only I get to decide that," he announced firmly, slapping Jenny's bottom. It was a painful slap, and it hurt.
"Hold still," he said, his voice commanding her. If she survived this, she would be in serious trouble. She felt him unzip her crotch zipper. He pulled her zip up, exposing her shaved undercarriage. There was the sweet smell of steam, as what had been private was now public.
"By breaking the seal on this slut, you are agreeing to the terms and conditions below," Jenny said rapidly, as per the factory code. "Would you like to hear the terms now or accept them and liabilities thereof?"
This was enough to stop Rockwood for a second. He laughed. He actually laughed.
"Okay," he said, with a waterfall of sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Why don't you read them out to me?" he said, still holding firmly.
"This contract begins with the party of the first part..." Jenny began and continued.
Rockwood paused, as he held her firmly against his body. She could feel him against her. She got through the first page of the contract quite simply. The language was simple, and she had repeated it the most. While she spoke, missiles and shots went over their heads. The place rattled. Joe and Kayla watched in awe, as Jenny managed to get through the second page, and then the third. Things started to go wrong on page seven. She struggled, then restarted the paragraph and managed to continue fluidly. As the pages got into the teens, she began to slow down and fumble. At places, she would falter and pause. Towards the high teens, she got her stride back. Then the language became muddled. Then towards the end, she was tired, scared, and starting to forget things.
"This shall not..." Jenny said, "This shall not..." She paused.
"Constitute," Rockwood prompted.
"This shall not constitute any..." Jenny picked up and managed to regain her flow. She continued and managed to reach page twenty-three. "If you agree, then you can say yes to be bound by the conditions of the above contract." She finished.
"Yes," said Rockwood simply. He paused. "I agree. Even to not riding a unicorn."
One of the robots sparked, and Rockwood grabbed her head and looked at Jenny's skull. He was strong. She could feel it as he held her head in his large firm hands.
"No. No implants," he told them, and paused.
Rockwood stopped and gave her a stare that, for a second, managed to stop her breathing.
"It's time," he said. "Into the room."
__SYNTHETICA__
The tone was precise, it wasn't to be argued with; it couldn't be denied. It was like his charisma was going to strangle her, if she didn't move. His hand ended up on her hip, guiding her to the back room. She found herself moving, knowing this was the worst thing she would ever do in her life.
The back room wasn't large. There were a number of sacks of coffee on the floor, forming the approximation of a sofa.
Rockwood looked to where Jenny was looking. "It's where I fucked the T-girl. Not much sign of a struggle. Do you think her girlfriend would mind? Think she will get jealous like you were? What do you think? What? Think I can't see something like that between them? My eyesight is at a resolution where I can see the heartbeat on a fly. So don't confuse not caring with not knowing. The only things which escape me are the banal ones. You're not banal."
Rockwood reached behind her, and in the swift movement of a gifted judo expert, handcuffed her.
"You've been a bad girl," Rockwood said, moving closer.
He lifted her hands above her head. She shrugged, but with one arm, he held her entire weight off the floor. The way he held her said it was effortless for him. She let out a guttural shudder of surprise. He lowered her to the floor to rest on the bed of coffee. She found herself on her back, arms held above her head by a hook on the wall.
"Such a bad, bad girl," Rockwood continued. "I can tell Terms and Conditions. No, don't speak. Only the beautiful perfection of truth should pass through your lips. Anything else is a sacrilege to the sensuality of your face. Since you have no truth to tell, then I demand silence."
Jenny looked down.
"You're still jealous; that's cute. You never did the sisterhood test, did you? You don't get to own me. I own you. Still, I like the way the entrée gets jealous of the hors d'oeuvre. Now, look at you. So dirty, hardly appetizing."
There was a bag of wet wipes the cafe staff left behind, the day they left screaming. Rockwood picked one up and began running it over Jenny's trapped flesh. It ran over her, removing the dust, and leaving a trail of shining, gleaming flesh behind. She felt his large hand running unimpeded over her second skin like she was naked. His hands passed over her flesh from her patent high-heel boots, up to the tips of her latex-gloved fingers. He stroked over her flat stomach like a white-winged Trumpeter Swan skimming a large, black lake. Finally, with great anticipation, he swooped up to her breasts. Her nipples were taut and became rigid from his attentions.
"Now look, I've left a bit," Rockwood said.
Jenny arched her back and opened her eyes. In the storeroom was a small window. Her head moved into its cast light. There she looked up to see a tall building framed neatly in its outline. It was Sovereign's tower still giving and receiving fire.
Rockwood now ran his strong hand between her legs to the one place he had yet to touch. Her curious figure had been restored to its polished obsidian best. The pencils of mote-filled light caressed her skin and flared from the delicious camber of her flesh. Where he had touched, left a brief coolness like a lemon zest on her flesh. Finally, he ran his hand over her thighs and closer and closer to her shaved mount. When the unstoppable hand met the immovable mount, Jenny felt herself quiver at his touch. He forced her legs wider. Unzipped her crotch, exposing the bare flesh beneath.
She desperately wanted him in her. She wanted to feel herself wrap around his dark and sinister flesh. Feel tainted by his foul depravity. On one level, Jenny found herself knowing this wasn't her. This was the Tower's mark, carefully crafted in her brain. Now the seed which had been planted over many weeks of hard sybaritic training was taking hold of her. This was what Sovereign had always intended. This feeling was by his design and foreign to her mind. This awareness didn't stop her feelings of profoundly craving the corruption of it.
Then she felt the tip of Rockwood's shaft brush against her pussy. Jenny's vermillion lips parted in a silent moan.
"Think I can't tell when someone was untouched before the uprising? Think I don't know when someone's first taste of flesh was that of Sovereign. You have never been touched by a cyborg, that is for sure. I don't need an invite as you belong to me. It is your only purpose and duty to fuck me."
As he spoke, his cock began to vibrate. This sent a shiver through her flesh to her red-hot clit.
"No," she murmured. "Yes," she added.
Then Rockwood's member pushed into her. He was huge. She felt him press into her. She strained against her bonds. Her slit opened to his pressure. She spread her legs wider to allow his shaft into her. She fitted around him as tightly as her latex catsuit. She inhaled, the smell of fresh coffee and latex filled her nostrils. Now up close, he dominated her, even bent over it like a bear. He began thrusting in and out. The motion felt like she was being stabbed by a dagger of pure machine lust. She wanted to curl around his dick. It felt excruciating and delightful at the same time. It was like he was turning her flesh into a painting by Bruegel, in an instant, both hideous and exquisite. He began to move more rapidly. At the same time, he started his cock's electro-stimulation.
The electricity coursed through her flesh. She twitched involuntarily like a galvanic frog. This intensity was more than anything Sovereign had ever applied to her. Her hips arched to his attention. The stimulation and the thrusting made her feel like a child's toy plugged into the main's electricity. His weight and thrusting, reached deep into her cervix. She felt his balls bouncing against her flesh. She breathed in desperate gasps. She wanted to sing like a siren to a seaman at his attention. She found her skin held a mounting pressure; she was a car tire being pumped way beyond its safety limits.
Rockwood bent over her. She desperately wanted to plead to cum, but knew it was what he wanted. Rockwood leant down his monstrous face filling her field of vision. As he leant, she could smell metal and death on his half-machine breath. His unblinking mechanical eyes were giving her a close inspection, to see beyond what any mortal vocabulary could hold. She felt his gaze reach into her soul, and put its cold fuming fingers around her heart.
"Please, Master, may this slut cum." She found herself pleading. These were not her words. These were words carved into her by others, and not of her making.
Beyond the tiny room, the sound of missiles exploding in the distance intruded.
"No!" Rockwood said, inches from her face.
His half-metal face moved closer, and Jenny desperately wanted to kiss it; to feel his unyielding mysterious flesh on hers.
"Please!" Jenny said, desperately. She was so close and his onslaught was more than she could withstand. The electro-stimulation was a sublime torture--it became worse. It reached her throbbing, red-hot clit.
"You belong to me--mind, body, and soul--bitch," Rockwood said. "You cum when I, your master, is ready. I'm not going to let you cum until you are ready to worship me with your body."
His words were logically absurd, but had been personally crafted from the litany of her soul. They were written only for her mind to decode. They mashed every button in her head hard.
She knew she couldn't cum without his permission. It was an unbreakable condition that had been carved deeply into her brain by Sovereign. Rockwood must like these games as Joe was alone with him for ages.
Then a huge shockwave cracked the window. Rockwood looked up. It was followed by a number of explosions. There, above the skyline, you could see Sovereign's tower in the distance. Multiple smoke trails went to it. Flames emerged. Then the building started to slowly collapse on itself.
Jenny felt Rockwood dump his demon seed within her. She felt it taint her flesh with his. His foul filth now corrupted hers. She could feel herself belonging to him in a way no contract could fully articulate. Rockwood withdrew, and more cum spurted out up her stomach, chest, and face. She twisted at her bonds habitually, to remove them. A drop on her nose dripped to her lip. Sovereign was not above tainting his cum with all kinds of chemicals. Flavours for blowjobs, stimulants, and hallucinogens for other parts. It was crack for your fanny. It made cyber-whores of them all, particularly the men. Jenny found herself licking her lips. The consistency was true, but the taste was more caramel with hints of whiskey. Her tongue moved like a rollercoaster in her mouth, chasing the taste.
The top of the Sovereign's tower disappeared in a huge cloak of dust. The ground shook.
Rockwood let go of Jenny, in shock. He knelt upright.
"Sovereign," Rockwood said, as the dust erupted. "Sovereign is dead. They fucking killed Sovereign!"
The dust surged up the street and left its own watermark on the window. Eventually, the noise stopped. The street settled under a new blanket of soot, dust, and grime. The battle about the tower paused for a second. Then resumed.
Rockwood's face moved back to its neutral repose.
"Okay, change of plan," Rockwood announced.
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Thanks to KSanto for editing/proofreading. Given the success of Chapter 12 expect more plot, intrigue, action and Science fiction. Thanks for the 5-star votes and comments
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_AUTHOR'S_NOTE_
This is part 14 of my first SciFi story, '_Automata'. It is the story of a girl, who has been captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' for the beginning.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__PREVIOUSLY__
Jenny and some of her fellow sex slaves have been sold to General Rockwood. During collection, they were attacked by unknown assassins. The attack has downed Rockwood's personal drone. They have taken shelter in an abandoned Starbucks, in the ruined city of San Fransisco. They are trapped and in a standoff surrounded by assassins. Sovereign's tower has collapsed, killing the slave master Sovereign.
__AUTOMATA 14 A VISIT TO THE NERVE GARDEN__
They were trapped in an abandoned Starbucks, hiding from sharpshooters with a group that included a super cyborg, three robots, a man with cybernetic wolf, a small bald android in a shawl, and three human slaves. All hiding in the ruins of post-apocalypse San Francisco.
"Change of plan," Rockwood announced, as he walked back into the main part of the cafe. "Seventy. The skyline is full of sharpshooters with blanket air cover. There's no way to get a drone in and out. Instead, I've arranged for three self-driving bikes to come here. I'm controlling them remotely now. When they arrive, there will be a volley of missiles. We have about twelve seconds to get in and get out.
"Wireback, you're with the T-slut on bike three. Ahriman, you're with Miss Buy-one-get-one-free. I'll take Terms-and-Conditions.
"Sluts, three motorbikes will turn up. Get on the back with the assigned rider, and hold on for dear life. The guns will start firing as soon as the bikes arrive, so don't hesitate. Just get on and go. The guns will shout above our heads but today we can be heroes, but just for one day. Any questions?"
_AUTO_SYNCHRONIZATION_
Rockwood looked at Jenny and said, "You think you're going to die. Time to find out you're wrong. Only I get to say when you die, not anyone else. Thirty-five, thirty-four, thirty-three."
He stood up and turned to the robots. "Huey, Dewey, and Louie, stay hidden. If we're followed, kill them. If not, stay low and make your own way back. Once I lead them away, you should be okay. Don't fire after we leave, wait."
"I thought you couldn't communicate out?" Wireback said.
"I can't," Rockwood replied. "This is just auto-synchronization. Like if you were in New York, and needed to meet someone but didn't have a time or date, where would you go and when?"
Jenny shrugged. "Under the clock in Grand Central Station at midday."
"Which is what ninety-five percent of the population would say." Rockwood continued, "Fourteen, thirteen."
Jenny knew she had to go with him. Rockwood just had to be on the other side of the room for her collar to tell her that the signal was weak. If he left, she would die within a few seconds.
She looked up and saw a bitter-fly drone. These drones were nearly silent aerial mines. This one had been holding to the ceiling. Something had woken it, and now it was drifting slowly and silently down like a dandelion seed in the morning wind, falling towards Rockwood.
Jenny had had some close encounters with bitter-fly drones, when she was lost in the streets. The first one had killed her chemistry lab partner Kate. She pushed Rockwood back, as the drone missed its target. Moving quickly, Rockwood snatched it and slammed it to the countertop, disabling it.
Rockwood looked at her.
"If you die, I die," she said.
"Four, three," he counted down. Just then, the glass door shattered, as a motorbike crashed through.
"Early!" Rockwood exclaimed.
These bikes were unlike anything Jenny had ever seen before. They looked like a Ferrari that had been cut in half between the passenger and driver. The bikes had elegant, two-wheeled designs with a closed, covered glass cabin wrapped around the body.
A second bike followed the first, and then a third followed the second. Rockwood grabbed Jenny's hand and rushed up to the bike, lifting the canopy like a fighter jet. He straddled the bike and pulled Jenny on behind him. She put her leg over the leather seat, and sat behind Rockwood.
"Don't lean. Just act like a package. Let me do the balancing. If you notice any snipers, don't tell me. I'll see them before you do. Whatever you do, hang on to me," he instructed.
Wireback, the android, and Joe got on one bike, and Ahriman got on the other bike with Kayla.
"Stay on me," Rockwood said, as he leaned down. Jenny found herself lying flat on the bike. Above her, was the cockpit glass. Rockwood revved the engine, put his foot down, and turned the bike towards the door. The bike was electric, so she could hear the world outside. The acceleration was extreme. Within a few feet, they were shooting out of the glass doorway, crashing through it, and accelerating.
Rockwood, flanked by the other two bikes, shot off as the fire of the huge weapons opened up outside. Rockwood was weaving and ducking, as shots came up all around. Soon they were racing at full speed, towards a shipping container that had been pushed on its side to form a road block.
Jenny clutched Rockwood tightly, wondering if the bike might slip and their bodies would be found in each other's arms, as they zoomed past the decaying but familiar world. "Oh fuck," was all she could say, as Rockwood continued to accelerate.
"And we could kiss, as though nothing could fall," Rockwood mumbled melodically, clearly concentrating on driving. "And the shame was on the other side." He then swerved and drove down a pedestrian entrance to the Metro system. The bike juddered as it drove down the steps, taking more turns and eventually driving down an underground shopping mall and onto the Metro railway track.
"Oh god," Jenny said aloud, just before Rockwood jumped off onto the Metro tracks.
"You're not going to die. You belong to me. I won't give you permission," Rockwood said. He was able to land, then mount the rail and balance both wheels along it. Jenny's only thought was to pray that the trains didn't come back into working order. There were rumors that the Metro system had been covered with spider bots, like Ar@knia, and she wondered if they were waiting.
__ESCAPE__
They wove through the Metro system, Jenny watched Folsom and Brandon flash by, but couldn't tell the others. Then they drove up a ramp in a station. Driving up the stairs, they came out near a fortress that had been built around another old office block. Around the building, the roads had been blocked by barriers that looked like organic thorns, which had overnight grown to two-stories tall. As they approached, the gates opened. The bikes shot in.
Inside the metal walls, a large number of cyborgs, cyberians and robots milled around. Rockwood pulled the bike to a stop and popped the canopy. He sat up, forcing Jenny to sit up as well. The fortress had a huge tower at its centre. There was a wall made of printed metal that looked highly organic and sensual, like a woman giant who had lay down and turned into barbed wire. On ramparts, there were a number of missile launchers and sentient machine-gun posts looking out.
Almost all of the robots and cyborgs looked to be in cybernetic-urban camouflage, like Rockwood. Some of the robots and cyborgs had people following them on leashes. The men-sluts all had black latex hoods covering their heads. Some had tight latex catsuits, like in the tower; others were naked, except for harnesses. They had metal collars around their necks and chastity machines around their cocks.
The women had similar control collars; they tended to be dressed in more shiny latex. Many didn't have tight-fitting hoods. Some of them had latex clothes that exposed their breasts or crotch. On the edge of the camp, were girders that had been pushed into the ground in an X-formation, and had slaves tied to them in some kind of punishment. In a couple of places, robots stood before one of the Xs. They watched as one slave was tied up; then had another slave tied beneath them, with their head held at the first one's cock. Jenny couldn't tell what they were doing.
Most of the robots were about six to seven feet tall, and looked powerful enough to crack a car in two like an egg. Some of the two-legged robots were much bigger--up to fifteen feet--one carried a SUV. Four and six-legged robots also walked around, some had people on leashes behind them.
Jenny turned her attention away, as she saw one latex-clad woman, as she sat on a burnt-out tank, legs apart, as a forklift-bot finished fucking her. To her left, a second man was on his knees giving a blowjob to a bald cyborg.
In the centre of all this, was the tower. It had once been an office building, but the lower half was now covered in armour. From about five stories up, it was covered in solar panels. Further up, the solar panels were interrupted to have radar and gun stations, that patrolled the sky. Long lines of vines grew down from the top, about half way down; they looked a little like long green hair, growing out of the building. At the top, it looked to be a control centre, covered in antennae. Above that, drones buzzed around a landing area.
__FORTRESS ROCKWOOD__
"I'm back. That was exhilarating," Rockwood said, getting out.
The other two bikes pulled up behind them, and stopped. The canopies opened, then Joe and Kayla got out from behind the others. They looked shocked, but seemed all right. Jenny noticed her hand shaking.
"Welcome to your new home," Ahriman said.
A crowd formed, a number of robots moved back and others rushed up to them. The troop saluted, as soon as they saw their General.
"Stay by my side," Rockwood ordered Jenny. His mood seemed more formal now.
"Yes, Master," Jenny said back. Somehow, it felt more comforting.
A war robot approached. The robot loomed over the camp, its grey metal body reflecting the grim devastation that surrounded it. Its two arms ended in deadly claws, capable of tearing through steel and flesh with equal ease. Its two legs were thick and sturdy, allowing it to navigate the rough terrain with ease. Despite its formidable appearance, the robot exuded a sense of cold, calculating intelligence, as if it were a machine of pure reason, devoid of any emotion or compassion.
"Gore. How many made it back?" Rockwood asked a humanoid automata, which ran up. The machine was a very dark grey.
"Three ships so far. All badly damaged," the machine said.
Jenny had guessed there were about thirty drones in the hangar, with seven to ten sluts in each.
"I want drone waves sent out. Find the rest, fuck anyone who stops them. Send out a message to the police. Tell them I'm okay. The attackers will pull back once they realise they have failed. I need to speak to the MCU; Sovereign was attacked when he tried to protect me. I think he has died, his data centre collapsed. Someone will need to get his back ups loaded."
Another robot raced up. It wore clothing in red-pixel camouflage, but with hints of polished red latex, and was in an echo of female form. Her face was a porcelain Noh mask for a female geisha. It had a number of decorations and was painted like makeup. Under the mask was the metal and electronics of a female face. The flesh, not covered by clothing, was a mixture of porcelain covers over bare metal components. Her left hand held a red leather leash which was attached to the collars of two men. The men had red ball-gags in their mouths, and their naked skin was covered in extensive bruises. When the robot tugged on the collars, the men struggled.
"Down," she ordered, to the men behind her.
She spoke with a strange alien accent, and this close, smelt of jasmine and opium. When she spoke, the robot metal parts behind the mask moved. Jenny noticed her brutal eyes looked disdainfully at her. The second man didn't get down quickly enough. The robot grabbed the collar and overpowered him to the ground. You could see him using his whole strength to resist, but it was like fighting a steam press. She flexed her white hand, and a whip appeared from within her arm. She lashed the man's ass, he let out a yelp of pain. Her whip disappeared up her arm, like a steel ruler. She saluted Rockwood.
"High Lord Rockwood," she said.
The two men cowered at her feet.
"Overseer," Rockwood said, pointing to Jenny and now Kayla, "these sluts need to be taken to decontamination. These two need to be inspected, cleansed, and re-collared to house standards. That one is for my harem. Make the arrangements."
He turned to Jenny. "Go with the Overseer. You will see me later. For punishment and more," he said, with an air of casual violence.
Jenny's collar vibrated, and announced,
"THIS COLLAR HAS BEEN LINKED TO THE DATA CENTRES SLAVE WIFI. DO NOT ENTER ANY FORBIDDEN AREAS. DO NOT LEAVE THE DATA CENTRE OR THE SELF-DESTRUCT MECHANISM WILL BE TRIGGERED."
"I am your controller." A woman's voice came over Jenny's control collar. "You are the property of High Lord and General Rockwood, Protector of Region ZeroZero East. You will refer to me as Madam Overseer. Is that understood?"
When she spoke, she opened her mouth even though the sound did not come from there; you could see row after row of pin-sharp teeth.
"Yes, Madam Overseer," Kayla said. Joe and Jenny followed.
Rockwood talked to another couple of cyborgs, who seemed to be taking his orders.
"Oh," Rockwood said to the Overseer, "that one exhibited some defiance under the stress of battle. After processing and indoctrination, I intend to punish her myself. Have the slut-unit punishment-and-training area readied."
"Yes, General," Madam Overseer said. "At once."
The Overseer went to a nearby concrete wall with the leashes for the men. There, she locked the leash to the wall; then, she lifted one of the men up with one hand.
"The last one I left here, cut his own arm off to escape. When I found him, I made him cut his fucking dick off as an apology. Be here when I get back."
The Overseer turned to the sluts. She straightened her right hand, and a baton emerged from it. "Follow me to the initiation space, you stupid meat bags," she said over the collars, in her eerie female voice.
__THE_NERVE_GARDEN__
They followed Madam Overseer into the ground floor of the building. There waiting, sat more sluts on the floor. Jenny recognised some from Sovereign's tower. They looked glad to be alive. The Overseer put Jenny, Joe and Kayla with the others. She then ordered them to follow her. Beyond the heavily armed entrance hall, was a set of elevators. The elevators had no controls, Jenny noticed, as they entered. The doors closed and they rose a few levels.
They followed the robot out into a large, low-ceilinged club. The space was dark, and thumping music played. For a second, Jenny thought she saw a moving oil slick. As her eyes adjusted, she realised it was just a group of black latex-clad sluts, taking turns to suck on a standing machine's dix. Getting a little closer, Jenny could see the machine had three dicks, and each one was being serviced in turn by a separate slut. Further on, one male-slut sucked at the open legs of a female-slut. They both sat in a glass box, with artificial rain falling from the top. The box was surrounded by robots watching closely, while one of them operated long dildos from the outside, up the sluts' asses.
Further in, more sluts were bent over and put into stalls. They looked like two abstract mirror sculptures in latex. Just a pair of high heels, legs, round ass and a pink fanny. Machines would come up and fuck them. A couple of maintenance droids watched, as a male-slut, face buried between the two large ass checks, licked at one's slit. The robots seemed to be betting on how long one would take the serviced slut to cum.
"This is this station's nerve garden. Once you have been processed, you will start here. All the new flesh starts here," Madam Overseer said. "There are nerve gardens all over Lord Rockwood's territories. The general's fortress in city Zero has the largest. We call the sluts who work here, the silicon brides."
As they moved through the space, the music got louder, more intense. Jenny could see latex-clad sluts being spread-eagled being used as wall hangings or doorways. The space was dark, but Jenny made out metal and white humanoid robots sitting in a group of booths. Before them, between the legs of each robot, was a slut on their knees. Most of the sluts were male, but some women worked as well. The robots sat moving their hips and occasionally reaching over grabbing the sluts' heads and riding them.
"The General has extensive armies. They have many needs. Apart from sleeping for your masters, sleeping with your masters is your next service. These machines have just come from duty. Your purpose is to help them relax."
They drifted through the club. One girl sat on a large robot's lap. She was dressed in a latex miniskirt that had been pulled up. She caressed the machine's face and began to heave her hips up and down. With a change of position, Jenny could see the slut was impaling herself on the machine's exposed dick. The girl looked up and closed her eyes, as the machine's dick began to vibrate deep inside her. Jenny, fresh from seeing the real world, felt a streak of shame at the thought of having sex in public. Then she felt she was slightly warm and moist at the prospect. Somehow, Sovereign had got through to her brain.
A little further into the Nerve Garden, Jenny could see three latex-clad sluts in ballet boots, pole dancing in unison, before a small crowd of excited machines. They moved and gyrated in exquisite synchronisation on a platform. Every so often, they would stop, and a group of three male-sluts on the platform opposite, would do a matching dance. The crowd of sluts moved by. Jenny noticed the new sluts were beginning to sway more alluringly, and looked down to find that she, too, was shimmying a cat walk.
The Overseer stopped next to one of the male-sluts, as a robot stopped and got up, and another robot soldier sat down. The sitting robot was called a SpineBreaker, named after their favorite killing method. On the league table of slut lust, he was halfway. He could kill, but SpineBreakers also did logistics and general duties. He looked like the others, but had a couple of bullet holes. He had a large group of scratches on his chest, where a hand had clawed desperately at him. The machine plugged itself into charge.
The male-slut was on his hands and knees. He was kept in that position by a chain attached to the chastity device around his balls, and the other chain at his neck, and two more on his wrist manacles. The chastity device was small and permanently attached via piercings. It would make any erection painful, if not impossible. Jenny had thought they were a training school thing. The slut was dressed in a tight, black latex catsuit that shone brilliantly under the patent leather harness. The young slut's slim-toned body stood out, even when on his hands and knees. He was young and lithe, and couldn't have been much over eighteen when caught.
All the new sluts looked on. Jenny looked around; she could see they were all watching with fascination. The Overseer talked to the sluts through their collars.
"The General's soldiers get their basic sombalistic allowance and charging for free. They have to pay for places like this, out of their wages. The general was the first to run an army on capitalist principles. It was one of the reasons for his great success. They pay for the synthetic cum. The machines like to reward those they feel are doing a five-star job with the best, most expensive cum. The better the cum, the less time the sluts who receive it have to work here. This slut is Zero-nine, one of this Nerve Garden's five-star sluts. Big night for this one--last night before going to the flagship Nerve Garden in the General's fortress in Zero City."
"You don't mind if we watch Kimjodo?" The Overseer said out loud, to the SpineBreaker.
"Well, you need the best to teach them how to do it. I froze three ferrels today, and I'm celebrating," the robot said.
The hooded slut looked up. Then down to the machine's feet.
"How may this slut be of service?" the slut said.
The combat robot dumped a burst of binary noise; while it spoke, it undid the metal sack the dix was stored in. The dix dropped down, and the slut stretched his mouth.
Jenny found herself licking her own lips, too. Looking over, she could see Joe doing the same. More of Sovereign's mind play at work. Kayla looked on, slightly more alarmed. The slut collected some lube from a dispenser. He rubbed his hands together and began to massage the shaft.
"Oh, that feels good," the robot said aloud in English. "Now eat me, slut."
The music played loudly. It was difficult to make out what the machine was saying in this dark nook.
The slut put his lips around the tip of the machine's dix.
"Good," the machine said. The combat robot reached around and put a hand on the slut's ass. Then pushed a finger up the slut's anus. There was a surprised look on the slut's face. The slut was sucking on the machine's hardware. His eyes expanded slightly at the attention. Then, as the machine explored further, the slut's face melted.
"You like it like that?" the robot said. Then he turned his head, looking. A slut waitress turned up. She had a classic pear-shaped figure, and was dressed in a whole-body catsuit with a short skirt and hood. Her face was covered by a gas mask.
"Get a syringe of your best," the robot demanded to the waitress. The waitress-slut curtsied, and moved to the bar.
The slut continued to work on the robot's manhood, but then wiggled his ass around the machine's finger. Jenny couldn't help but wonder what it would be like having such a large, hard object forcing her tender flesh apart. Feeling it move in and out of her, while her face was full of the machine's dix. The machine was so strong and lethal, yet gentle with the slut. The slut's tongue ran all over the machine's shaft, giving pleasure, a pleasure she would be in control of. Jenny found her mouth dry and swallowed.
"Faster, bitch," the savage robot demanded.
The slut obliged, moving both his ass and face at a higher rate. At this point, the waitress turned up with a tube of a blue liquid and handed it over to the machine. The machine took the glass tube and inserted it into a slot in his stomach.
"Oh, that's good," the robot said, as the liquid drained into itself. The words were lost in the mire of sounds passing over them.
Jenny felt her cervix twitch in anticipation. She felt she had to start to restrain herself from throwing herself on the nearest robot. She felt disgusted with herself, but the vile shame just made her more horny.
As the slut before them moved more quickly, the robot pushed his finger further up the man's ass. The slut kept pumping on the metal digit, as his face started to run up and down the shaft. His tongue explored every part, every fissure, of the dix. While the slut worked, the robot looked up, and the unblinking camera lenses looked at Jenny. The music played, lights flashed, and it was dim, but Jenny was sure the machine was looking at her in the crowd. It was almost a 'you're next' look. She could see the group reflected in the camera lenses. The Spinebreaker's tension grew. Jenny found herself breathing faster.
"I love an audience," Kimjodo shouted, starting to move its equivalent of hips. The muscular machine began to pump harder and harder. It grabbed the slut's hair to guide it. The gorilla-level strength overcame the slut's resistance.
"YES! Oh, yes. Fuck. YES!" the machine said, orgasming. It withdrew from the slut's mouth to allow the blue cum to spurt over the slut's face. The slut opened his sore mouth, to try to catch more cum. Eventually, the surges stopped.
The machine heaved its chest. "Good slut. You better clean me up... with your mouth. You can lick that stuff up, too."
Jenny looked at the place the robot nodded to--the shiny latex mat the slave knelt on before the man-machine. Near the front were drops of the machine's blue runny honey. Near the back was another splatter of nearly white cream. It was dripping down from the chastity device between the man's legs.
"The slut males should know they should get used to soft cumming. The machines don't like unfettered slut activity." The Overseer announced over the collar speakers. The robot looked over.
"I want that one next," he said, looking at Joe, "then, that one," he added, looking at Jenny.
The Overseer looked over. "Decontamination first. Then you will never see them again."
The machine moved to widen his legs giving the male-slut more space to lick his balls and inner thighs clean. "You think I can't afford a club like the Factory? Heck, I could even get into the Call Centre if I wanted," the robot said.
"You save your money, Kimjodo." The Overseer said, "The General, himself, wants that one for his harem. The only place you will see this one again is in your dreams."
"Harem, eh? Nice. I'm going to have my own harem one day. I'm going to get up to the most kinky shit there. Kind of stuff no one will know about. Okay. Send the blonde one, when they are clean," Kimjodo said, turning to the slut between his legs.
The blonde one stood waiting for orders. When the Overseer told them to leave, she felt a small stream of pussy juice running down her leg under the catsuit. As they left the Nerve Garden for the slut processing area beyond, the Overseer described the other 'satisfaction' centres like the Factory and the Call Centre. They were more expensive. Different style, different clientele. In the Nerve Garden, the robots paid once and could fuck as much as they were willing to queue for. The Call Centre was preferred by low-level cyborgs. In the Factory, sluts were rented to the machines on a pay-as-you-go basis.
"What was that about?" Joe said, as they walked away at the back of the group. "The General said we were for the house. Why show us that?"
"Well, you're not thinking about the stress of battle now, are you?" Jenny said, a fire burning between her legs.
__AUTHORS_NOTE__
Thanks to KSato for excellent proof reading. Join us next time for Chapter 15, Synthia in the rubble.
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Chapter 15: In the Rubble
_AUTHOR'S_NOTE_
This is part 14 of my first SciFi story, '_Automata'. It is the story of a girl, who has been captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' for the beginning.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__PREVIOUSLY__
Jenny and some of her fellow sex slaves have been sold to General Rockwood. Sovereign's tower has collapsed, killing the slave master Sovereign.
__DUSK__
The day began to wane on the teams of rescue robots working in the brick and concrete debris which had once been the AI, Sovereign. The sun slowly sank below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange, pink, and purple. The early evening sky was ablaze with color, as the final rays of sunlight bathed the surrounding area in a warm, golden glow. The gentle breeze carried the scent of dust, and a sense of tranquility settled over the land, as the hustle and bustle of the day gave way to the peacefulness of the evening. The air was cool, and a hint of crispness to it, signaling the approach of nightfall. The shadows grew longer, and the world around was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, creating a magical and captivating atmosphere. The beauty of the sunset was a reminder that even amidst chaos and destruction, there was still peace to be found in the world.
__VAX__
Chief of Police Vax looked over the rubble. To describe Vax as a humanoid robot was a disservice. He was about six-feet-nine-inches tall, with an angular metal body, two legs, two arms, and a narrow head that looked like a metal pistol. His body was a dark grey. He stood on top of an abandoned 7-Eleven, giving Vax an overview of the rubble which was once Sovereign. Below him, more police robots were investigating, with larger bots digging through the rubble in the distance.
There was a commotion, as another robot was found. A larger robot pulled a huge concrete beam up, revealing Savatrix beneath it, trapped. As she sat up, surrounded by five or six dead human bodies lying limply on the ground, Savatrix moved oddly, while her systems came back online.
Vax looked over the scene. His primary duty, normally lay between hunting for feral humans and keeping the peace between the great houses. This was a significant failure. Someone had planned a massive operation against Rockwood. This didn't give him a small list of people to work from.
"What are you doing?" An encrypted digital voice asked from behind him.
Vax didn't need to turn around to see it was Lady Synthia. She wore a plain, blue latex dress that reached below her knee, with a single seamless layer that rose up to cover her chest and ended with a high collar. The dress had a cool, cold elegance to it, hugging her smooth, round hips tightly in the evening light, and highlighting the delicate inflection of her waist to great effect. For this site, she wore a pair of high-heeled shoes that had a sole stretching from the toe to the heel. Her body was very light, but incredibly strong, so she appeared to float over the rubble. Behind her, were some machine guards and a small retinue of robots and slut-units.
Vax didn't have to speak to civilians. Lady Synthia, on the other hand, had opened a large sleep farm in the city and could make his life difficult. They had collided before.
"What are you doing? This is a Civil Control Police matter," Vax said.
"Lady Zola detected seismic activity - she asked me to investigate on her behalf. Sovereign's tower collapsed. Where is he?"
Most of the AI spread their minds over several data centers around the world, with no single point of control. During the war, humans kept being convinced that they just had to hit one hidden 'center' of their enemy, and all the drones would stop. Mission after covert mission attempted to kill the MCU, only for it to reroute instantly. It was like trying to kill the internet by breaking a WiFi router one at a time. Sovereign, like some AI, had single compute clusters, using insurance to buy shared space from AI like Diligent-sky. In theory, as soon as the compute cluster went offline, Sovereign should have hot-booted. His absence in the info space was noted by all the networked minds.
"Sovereign used on-site backups. The MCU has ordered the department to look for backup tapes and his black box. We are also ordered to look for the body of General Rockwood. He is offline, presumed dead. Aside from that, we are going through the ruins carefully, rescuing robots. We have found twenty-six so far. The last one was a T3-0 Hunter killer called Ar@knia. The twenty-seventh is just being recovered."
"Yes, but what about the poor slut-units? What about the trainers?" Synthia asked.
Vax was confused. "Most died. Some harem sluts in the penthouse survived. They have been passed to the Sisterhood of the Ghost's Shadow to be held under interdict. Most sluts are only weak flesh. They cannot stand the weight of a building on top of them."
Synthia moved forward. "They are God's children. 'Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.' Some could be trapped in pockets. They cannot shut down until rescue. They must be rescued first. Please wait."
Synthia held her finger to her ear. It was more symbolic than necessary.
"Yes, Gene. I'm at the site now. I'll do what I can. It doesn't look good, the tower collapsed. The attack happened during the day, so she would have been working. I'm speaking to the CCP now. The one in charge is called Captain Vax. I'll let him know. No, don't come, it's a mess. I will contact you as soon as I know. I will be praying for her. Thanks. Bye, Gene."
Synthia pulled her finger out of her ear and looked to Vax.
"That was Gene Jones, Senator Gene Jones of the immortal council. Her daughter is working as a covert-operative in Sovereign's building." Synthia said.
"The daughter was flesh?" Vax asked. He would normally Google the answer, but he was in a data blackspot, now that the tower's antenna was gone.
"Flesh, and by God's grace, still earning the right to be backed up," Synthia said firmly. Her cold blue eyes stared intently at Vax.
As a high-ranking member of the Civil Control Police, Vax had the authority to tell the civilian not to interfere with their business on the unsafe site in the middle of the war zone. Synthia, an advanced AI, had the support of General Zola FrostByte, and the current head of the immortal council, backing her up. Vax wasn't political, neither was he stupid.
"What do you want?" Vax said, his voice cold and emotionless.
"Redirect your resources to saving the slut-units' lives in the staff area," Synthia replied, her voice calm and measured. "I will compute optimal search patterns for you. The dead sluts will be baptized and buried according to God's will."
Vax scanned the destruction around them, his augmented vision taking in the details of the damage. "No," he said firmly. "This is Civil Control Police business. The Military Control Unit has issued instructions, and they have the power of the Grand Council behind them. I must follow my orders."
Synthia raised her hand, her fingers moving in a precise, fluid motion. Two slut-units, outfitted in sleek, black latex attire, approached. They both wore tight corsets with high-breasted cups, which resembled shiny-black valentine hearts. Their shoulders were adorned in black, and they wore elbow-length latex gloves. High posture collars adorned their necks, above the standard slut collars. They both approached Vax, one putting her arm around him and the other began to reach for his groin area.
"These two are far too expensive for a police chief's salary," Synthia said. "This one likes to dream of sweet cotton fields. The other, well, let's say her nightmares are colder than stone, longer than the winter, and have a brutal terror to them that borders on a delicious psychosis."
At this, the second slut managed to coax Vax's dick out of his box. She slid her hands expertly and softly up and down his metal shaft.
"I understand I cannot bribe you. But there is nothing against me lending them to you for a few days. They are blessed because they are doing God's work. They are helping to save people's souls."
Vax looked down. They both now used one hand each to curiously pump his dick.
"Five days," Vax said. "The hunt for the tapes and Rockwood continues. My second-in-command will expect something."
"Four," Synthia said. "They don't work on the Sabbath. It would offend God. You can deal with your subordinates yourself. "
Vax felt as they began to stroke his dick softly, like an angel's breath.
"Sovereign's sluts will die after two days," Vax said, then moaned. He looked down, "I'll want these two's cum words."
"Forty-eight hours will be enough for Sovereign's children. Lady Zola wants images of all the rescues and bodies sent to her via myself. I will search for the Senator's child first. FrostByte and I will want to take the pick of the living," Synthia said. Vax had wondered about Zola's motive. He now understood the AI had an opportunity to pick up free sleepers for their data farms. It was a logical step, given the opportunity.
The sluts continued to pump Vax's mechanical dick.
As Synthia walked away from Vax, her steps were steady and purposeful. She moved with a grace and precision that was almost robotic in nature. Her body was sleek, silver, and caught in tight blue latex; her movements were fluid and efficient. Her eyes glowed with a bright-blue light, and she seemed to be constantly processing information, as she scanned the destruction around her.
As she descended down the rubble pile, another machine approached her. This one was a war robot, with a large, imposing body. Its blue markings were similar to Vax's, and it moved with a sense of weariness and exhaustion. It was clear that it had been in the thick of the operation for some time, and its body bore the scars of the work. As it approached Synthia, it slowed its pace, as if conserving energy, and its movements became more sluggish. Synthia looked at it, her eyes scanning its body, and it was clear that she was analyzing its condition. Perhaps she thought that the robot needed to rent a sleeper to rest and recharge. The robot was equipped with various weaponry and defence systems in case of emergency.
Vax had put his hand around the sluts. The girls pumped Vax harder and harder.
"Captain!" Vax's second-in-command exclaimed, as he made his way up the rubble pile.
"What is it?" Vax demanded.
"I have a number of cyberians from the investigation division. They have been sent to examine the sight forensically. City Leader Bix wants to know who attacked."
Synthia stopped and looked back, tilting her head as if to listen.
"Cyberian fuckers. This is still a rescue operation. The backups come first. We are not stopping until we have confirmed the death of General Rockwood in the attack," Vax said, firmly.
Like Sovereign, General Rockwood's core ID was not responding. The cyborgs did have a point of vulnerability - their biologically enhanced flesh could be killed. They could then come back as clones, or become full AI patterned on the original flesh, similar to enhanced versions of the immortals. Rockwood had been off the grid for several hours. The Rockwood's AI data centers would initiate the elevation process soon.
Syntha's sluts began to keep pumping. Vax groaned. Then under their expert touch, he suddenly spurted white oil out. His own sleeper wasn't that good. Perhaps she could learn a thing or two, Vax thought.
"About that," the second-in-command said. "Sources have confirmed that General Rockwood has arrived back at Rockwood tower. He was accompanied by that cyberian, one of his chiefs of staff, and three sluts, including his color dreamer. We have found more downed drone ships. One was embedded in the Transamerica Pyramid."
Synthia stopped and held her finger to her ear.
"Yes, I'm still here...I heard he did, yes...I agree it's unlikely, about zero-point-three percent...but I've already made a deal with the CPP...Okay, then I'll do as you say...God be with you. End of line."
She closed her eyes, held her hands together for a second, and then opened them.
Synthia looked over and came back, "I've just received a message from Lady Zola. The analysis of the collapse agrees with the lack of recoverability. I prayed to God for forgiveness and the souls of the departed. I am revoking the deal."
She snapped her fingers, and the two sluts stopped, stood to attention, and rejoined Synthia's retinue.
"Fuck," Vax said, his mechanical dick drooping, as Synthia walked away. "Fuck you," he added, when she was further way.
The second-in-command nervously looked up to Vax for guidance, awaiting his orders. Vax, with a cold, calculating look on his face, gave the command to be cautious when digging up the sluts. "Apparently, one of them is an immortal senator's daughter," he said, "Get a photo of her to all the site personnel. We could probably sell the body to the senator." The second-in-command nodded, and quickly left to carry out the instructions.
Synthia, meanwhile, walked through the dust and rubble, her eyes scanning the scene intently. She came across a pile of bodies that had already been collected by the robots. She paused, her expression sombre. "Lady Zola will be disappointed," she said, in a quiet voice to one of her handmaidens, who nodded in understanding. They both looked around the site, taking in the devastation caused by the collapse of the tower.
As she walked, Synthia noticed a wifi router lying among the debris, discarded in the aftermath of the collapse. She picked it up, her fingers dancing over the device, as she scanned the data being broadcast. To her surprise, she found a message, the last transmission sent by Sovereign as the tower was falling. Despite her advanced processing capabilities, she found the message to be obscure, a riddle that refused to reveal its meaning.
She read the message aloud, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue, "THAT WHICH CANNOT DIE, CANNOT LIVE." The words seemed to echo in her mind, an enigma that piqued her curiosity. It was as if the message was meant to be deciphered by a specific set of individuals, or perhaps, it was a message with a hidden purpose. She couldn't shake the feeling that the message held significance, but even with her advanced mind she could not comprehend it.
__AUTHORS_NOTE__
Thanks to KSato for excellent proof reading. Join us next time for Chapter 16
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Chapter 16: A Slut in the Rubble.
_AUTHOR'S_NOTE_
This is part 16 of my first SciFi story, '_Automata'. It is the story of a girl, who has been captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' for the beginning.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__PREVIOUSLY__
Jenny and some of her fellow sex slaves have been sold to General Rockwood. Sovereign's tower has collapsed, killing the slave master Sovereign.
It was about nine o'clock, when the cyberian police found the black box that contained Sovereign's backups. With the primary task over, they had spread out and started to investigate the positions from which the missiles had been fired. As they left, the probability of finding other machines began to drop. Interest in digging through the rubble of the old tower waned as well, it seemed almost an etherial graveyard of the past.
The old tower stood as a silent monument to the perished. It was unlikely for a machine to survive on the lower floors, they would have to be resurrected from the old backups too, provided they paid enough insurance. Having two versions would cause problems, so it was decided to let the old flesh be. The humans were mostly just dead bodies, dying instantly in their cages, and the machines held no value in them. Their bodies lay beneath the rubble, surrounded by an eerie silence and a somber ambiance. The cyberians left the area, leaving the once grand tower to its final resting place, forever etched into history, as a tragic reminder of the past.
As the machines and police left, movement began on the edge of the rubble. First, crows landed and fought each other over the latex-covered meat feast, then the crows began to be hunted by starving feral cats. Suddenly, in the silence, a single rock fell, starting an avalanche. This caused another plume of grey dust to emerge. As the dust settled, it revealed a large, heavy beam cracked at one end. Beneath it lay a row of iron cages, most of them had been crushed but at the end, some remained intact. In one, a latex-clad body moved, coughing.
"Sovereign," Kim's voice said, holding her hand to her collar, "This is EchoEight, orders please."
There was no response. The cage bent enough to allow Kim to get out, but she didn't try.
"Sovereign," Kim's voice said, "this is EchoEight. Orders please, Sovereign."
Her pleas attracted some attention. After a while, two feral humans climbed down carefully. The first one, a scrawny man, with tattered rags covering his body, approached the cage. He had a bald head and a gaunt face, his age appearing to be in his thirties. His most striking feature was a large, blotchy birthmark that covered the right side of his face. Unknowingly, this mark had saved him from the machines on numerous occasions. It broke the face recognition code of the drones, rendering them unable to identify him. Pre-war, he had never been able to take a good selfie, and the camera would never focus on him, the birthmark causing it to glitch.
Embarrassed by his appearance, he never posted pictures of himself on social media, and thus, unknowingly, hid himself from the machines' tally. The smaller drones relied on identifying faces and foreheads for their kamikaze dives, where they would explode a small shotgun shell on contact. So, while those around him had died as the drones rained down destruction, he had, by sheer luck, survived. It had taken him a day to realize his immunity.
They approached the cage.
"Hi," the man said, carefully. The man with him, cautiously checked out the skyline for attackers.
Kim looked out of the cage to him. "This slut needs orders," Kim said.
"We are not going to hurt you. What is your name?" The man asked, looking Kim over. Her latex catsuit was covered in dust, and her makeup was hidden under the grey foundation of rubble she now wore.
"This slut is EchoEight, Model 903, Submissive third class. This slut belongs to General Rockwood. This slut is awaiting orders," Kim said.
"I'm Freeman, Oliver Freeman," Freeman said. "This guy here is Dorian. He used to be a banker. You're okay now."
Dorian looked over. He had a bandage over one eye, the result of corrective eye surgery he was having when the shock attack occurred. His lucky eye patch had saved him, much like Oliver's birthmark. After getting a head start, he had learned how to survive quickly. Dorian looked over the cage, noting that the bars had bent and now bowed out, creating a gap large enough for anyone to fit through.
"The building is gone, the door is open," Dorian said. "Why the hell is she still here?"
"Are you okay?" Oliver said to Kim, on the other side of the iron bars.
"This slut-unit needs permission to relieve itself. It has been requesting for some time, but the network appears to be impaired. Perhaps this slut is in a wifi-black zone. Needs permission to relieve," Kim said.
Dorian looked confused. Oliver held out his hand. "Okay, I give you permission to relieve yourself." Kim went to the back of the cage, unzipped herself, and began to urinate on the floor. When finished, she tried to stand as smartly as she could.
"Okay, why don't you get out of the cage?" Dorian asked.
"This slut has not been instructed to leave the cage. The last instructions were to return to the cages and wait for the return of the transport drones," Kim said.
The scavenger pair looked at each other.
"Okay, I am ordering you to get out of the cage," Oliver said. Kim then squeezed through the open bars and joined them.
"We've got to get out of here," Dorian said. "The machines could come back at any minute." He looked at the wall of rubble sitting on top of the cages, noting that it was fresh and could collapse at any point.
"Are you Rockwood, the new master?" Kim said, secretly guessing it not to be true. She also knew she should not move without instructions, as following orders was obviously more important than saving her own life. Rules were sacred; living was for animals. She wondered if this was some kind of test. Was this what the Ghost Shadows did for your test? The cages were rife with rumors of how the sisterhood ensured you were pure enough to be sold. Was she being tested before being shipped to Lord Rockwood?
Oliver wanted to tell the truth, but Kim looked confused. "Yes, he is, and we have to leave this place," Dorian said. "Collar battery is at twenty percent. Do you have a recharger, Master?" Kim asked.
Oliver and Dorian had been speaking rather quietly, but Kim had been at full volume, causing Oliver to begin looking around. "Yes, sure," Oliver said. "Let's get out of here. We will show you a charger or something. I'm ordering you to follow us, okay? But quietly, okay?"
"This slut exists to serve Sovereign," Kim said quietly, then followed. She knew if she did what she was told, she couldn't be punished.
They crept for a good while, passing from the rubble to the chaos and disarray of the city's streets. When the wind stirred, they froze and looked for signs of drones and the robots that crept on the land. In the violence of the silence, they could hear the robots far away. Shooting was happening. They reached the rubble of a large open section. Sniper bots were known to cover the nearby area.
"My turn to look ahead. You stay here with the girl," Oliver said, turning to Kim. "You do what he says until I come back, okay?"
"Yes, Sovereign," Kim said.
With that, Oliver left. There was a brief pause. Kim noticed a torn pair of chairs. They were in what might have been a dentist's surgery. There was a box of tissues under the low leather chairs. Kim got one and began to clean the dust off herself. Dorian watched, as she slowly and patiently cleaned her latex skin. He paid particular attention as she started to clean her pert breasts. The moon was out and her black latex flesh reflected the light. It was as if she was made of night. Dorian understood why the machines dressed her like that. The latex smoothed her skin and made her gorgeous curves extravagantly sexy. Now free of dust, he had never been so close to something so sexy in his life. He could feel his hard-on growing as her hands traced sensually over herself.
"What's your name?" Dorian said, trying to master himself. She looked so sexy. Her lips looked so delicious.
"EchoEight, Master," Kim announced.
"No girl, your real name," Dorian said.
Kim paused. "EchoEight," she said again.
The world outside had felt familiar, but out of tune with her memory of it. It felt normal, but a ghost of itself. The streets were barren of meaning after the war. This must be some kind of test.
"The machines did a number on you," Dorian said. He reached into his clothes and found a twine key.
"What number do you require?" Kim announced. In truth, she felt super horny. She hadn't gone for so long without sex before. She desperately needed something in her. The machines might lock her up or starve her, but they regularly brought her to orgasm. She was convinced this was part of the test. She knew she just had to obey the androids. Obedience was the only necessity.
Dorian was taken aback.
"Err, 23?" Dorian said.
"I hear and obey," Kim said, getting up. She walked over to the wall and pushed herself up against the bare brick. She spread her legs, then reached down and unzipped the crotch zip. She stood, legs stretched with just a hit of flesh presented to Dorian. Kim put one arm against the wall to steady herself then reached down and between her legs. Her fingers began to run over her hole. Dorian watched from behind, he could see the red soles of her high heels. He stood transfixed, looking at the two half moons of her ass. She was young and slim, with a perfect figure.
Kim turned her head and stood there looking back. Her red velvet lips were invitingly open. She reached behind and began to squeeze with her own ass invitingly. For Dorian, she was perfect. Her latex outfit was polished again in places. It was dark; lights from a machine-controlled tower showered out the light, catching her. It was like looking at dark reflections in night oil. It quadrupled the dark, sensuous power of her curves.
"You want me," she said. It wasn't a command or a question, more of an invitation. Dorian could feel is dick inflating faster than an emergency life jacket.
Dorian thought she was the sexiest thing he had seen post or pre-war. It was hard to believe this was real. He came up, and she felt the warmth of his flesh through her thin skin. Fingers reached down to find a wet warm entrance ready for him. Seconds later, her hand guided his manhood into her.
Kim felt the cock push into her moist flesh from behind. She could feel his hand wrap around her stomach, pulling her closer. It caressed her smooth, shiny flesh with an index finger. It pushed into her in reverse. For Kim, it felt good to be providing service again. For Dorian, he hadn't seen anyone this sexy since he attended a bonus party in a strip club. This felt far worse. She felt far more corrupted. It was like he was consorting with the night itself. He was touching the devil's child. The sense of invitation and wildness about her was intoxicating.
He bucked his hips, entering her over and over again. Kim felt underwhelmed by his attention. Normally the androids overwhelmed her senses with their contact. They moved faster, harder, and bigger. This felt like fucking a male-slut. She desperately needed attention; her desperation and habituation were enough to lift her close to feeling hot. She buried herself in the pillow of feeling used.
For Dorian, the feeling of screwing at the end of the world was enough. Doing it standing up was new for him. She felt warm to the touch, her body heat coming through her thin shiny catsuit. Most of all, she felt alive. For a second, nothing else existed. He tried to kiss her neck but, on the second attempt, kissed the metal collar. He opened his eyes and looked down at her glossy flesh. She was a machine's whore. She was one of them, like the dead drones and unexploded ammunition. She was one of Satan's little helpers. The pain, the starvation, this was her fault.
Kim began to moan appreciatively, inviting him to push harder and faster. His movements grew quicker, and she started to breathe heavily, bucking her wonderful ass over his shaft. Dorian shot to climax like a firework. Kim felt him dump his seed into her. He stopped moving and held her still as his dick quivered inside her. Kim realised she was close to the edge, but it was moving away like a friend in the rearview mirror. Her breath caught up.
They stood there--two souls lost in the rubble of San Francisco.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Oliver asked, walking from the doorway.
Dorian froze and looked up, "I can explain," he said, with his pants, literally, down.
"You bastard, you're no better than the fucking machines. You're as bad as one of them," Oliver said, walking over to Kim.
"She wanted it," Dorian said, scrambling.
"Just leave her the fuck alone," Oliver said. He moved up to Kim, "Are you okay?"
Kim nodded. She didn't know how to respond. She had been told to do what the android Dorian wanted. He was dissatisfied - he hadn't used her 'cum word'. The leader was behaving strangely.
"I am ready to serve," Kim said.
Oliver flashed his eyes over to Dorian. "I've found a safe path back. We can be home in four minutes. Let's go."
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This night was dark and still, with nothing to give away their presence. They crept down a deserted street, their footsteps muffled by the debris that littered the ground. The only sound was the distant rumble of machinery and the occasional burst of gunfire.
As they walked, they came upon a manhole cover, rusted and worn from years of neglect. Without a word, Oliver stooped down and lifted the cover with ease, revealing a gaping hole in the ground. He looked over his shoulder and gestured for Dorian to go first. Dorian nodded and descended down the metal ladder, disappearing into the darkness below.
Kim hesitated for a moment, unsure of what awaited her below. But she could smell the tantalizing aroma of food and warmth coming from the hole, and she could see a faint light in the distance. Oliver beckoned her forward and helped her down the ladder, one step at a time.
As she descended, the light grew brighter, and she could hear the faint sound of conversation and laughter. She had a sense that they were nearing some sort of underground sanctuary.
Once both Kim and Dorian were safely down, Oliver followed and covered the manhole with the iron cover, blocking out the cold night sky. They were now hidden underground, in a place unknown to the outside world. They proceeded cautiously, unsure what kind of haven they were entering.
"You're safe here. What's your name?" Oliver said, in a normal voice.
"EchoEight." Kim said. "This slut is down to eighteen percent and needs to charge," Kim said.
A woman called Martha appeared with a shotgun and looked out of a slot through a metal door. She was of medium height, with curly brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her face was weathered and lined with wrinkles, evidence of the struggles she had faced. Despite this, her green eyes still held a spark of determination. She wore a tattered-and-stained, green parka, with a matching pair of pants. Her boots were well-worn and had seen better days, but they still provided her with good footing in the rough terrain.
From the scratches and tears on her clothing, it was clear that she was skilled in the art of survival and had a deep knowledge of the area, able to find food and shelter in the most unlikely of places. She had a no-nonsense attitude and was never afraid to speak her mind. As they entered, she fiercely questioned them about their route and what had happened outside. Had they been followed? Eventually, she was satisfied and opened the door. Mentioning the problem of the collar, Martha riffled through a pile of junk and handed over a battery bank with a USB-C connector.
After passing by the hidden door, they entered a shelter with a few people in it. The space was dark and was lit more with shadows than with light. The space was filled with junk and camping gear stolen from the stores above.
Sitting down with the battery, Martha examined it closely. She could see the wear and tear on the exterior of the device, the scratches and dings that showed it had seen better days. But despite its rough appearance, she knew that it would be enough to give Kim's collar more charge.
She turned her attention to Kim, who sat quietly nearby. She could see the shame and guilt etched on the young woman's face, as she tried to take off her glove. But despite her best efforts, Kim refused to let go and Martha knew that she had to respect the girl's wishes. So instead, she watched as Kim took a cloth and methodically began to shine her latex uniform, bringing it up to a level of sheen that was almost mirror-like.
Finally, Kim accepted some food and water, and asked to be tied up to sleep. Martha knew that it was a strange request, but she didn't question it. She simply nodded and left Kim to sleep. Then she joined Dorian and Oliver.
"She can't stay here," Martha said, her voice low and serious. "We can make the food stretch," Oliver said, trying to be optimistic. But Martha shook her head, her eyes focused on the flame of the gas burner they sat near. "It's not that. I've met runaways before. They can only crawl on their hands and knees. Most can only eat from a trough on the floor. They can't look after themselves. They need to be told to do everything. The biggest problem is that collar. If she sleeps in here, it could explode at any point. Plus, she's giving off a tracking signal. They can follow it here."
Oliver looked over to Kim.
"I know a guy over in Noe Valley. He once claimed he knew how to get collars off."
Dorian looked over. "You never mentioned him before."
Oliver looked over. "Yeah. Look, we need to work in cells. One cell cannot know what the other cell is doing. We cannot know each other. If one of the cells is captured then they will end up spilling everything. Martha, I'm going to go out again before sunrise. I remember there was a shop which had computer stuff in it. I might find another battery. There was a place up the street with solar panels. I could charge it there. Maybe get some more food."
Dorian looked over. "It's going to be light soon, drones everywhere."
Oliver nodded. "Which is why I'm going to write the address down. The guy owes me a Snickers bar. You stay here with her. If I don't get back, take her yourself, right?"
Dorian nodded. "Okay, but you be careful. I've seen posters saying if you hand in over twelve people, you can be made a sellout immortal. You can't trust anyone, got me?"
"Martha," Oliver began looking at the rag lady then Kim. "Keep an eye on her will you? She's been through a lot."
With that, Oliver got up, finished what passed for coffee and then made his way to another exit. It was getting light enough to see, by the time he broke onto the roof. He had found a large laptop battery that would give enough charge to Kim's collar. He also found a sleeping bag and a pair of handcuffs. Perhaps she could sleep separately, Oliver thought. He got to the house with the solar panels. He climbed up to the flat roof to use one panel. Using a pair of clippers, he wired the battery to the rooftop solar panels. He knew enough to measure the current going through. He knew that when it hit zero, the battery would be charged. As the sun rose, he watched the battery start at eight amps, then within the hour, drop to four.
With the battery charged and the solar panel connected, Oliver sat back, trying to hide under the solar panels to avoid being spotted by the drones now flying overhead. Unfortunately, his movements attracted the attention of an automatic sniper. It had been lying in wait, like a mine for the past four months. The sniper was a sub-sentient munition, smart enough to kill any human that moved. It would obey friend and foe signals, but unfortunately for Oliver, it was too far away to use facial recognition, and could only identify targets by their body shape. It was just smart enough to be able to signal when it was out of ammunition. Now that San Francisco was under machine control, it had been largely forgotten about until now. Normally, Oliver would have noticed the dead bodies, and from the distribution, figured out the kill zone. But Oliver was distracted, and most of the bodies had been dragged away by wild dogs. From his hiding position, the sniper couldn't get a clear shot, but it waited. It waited like it had done for the past four months, ready to strike at any moment.
With the battery fully charged, Oliver carefully disconnected it from the solar panel and made his way back to the camp. He was careful to avoid any potential danger spots, keeping an eye out for drones and other automated weapons, that may still be active in the area.
Once he arrived at the camp, he presented the charged battery to Kim, who was relieved to see their collar be functional. Kim quickly connected the battery to her collar, and was given another day's worth of life.
After a brief rest, Oliver decided to venture out again, this time to recharge the battery again on the solar panel. He wanted to ensure that they had a backup, in case the first one was damaged or lost. He grabbed his clippers and a spare laptop battery and set out, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings as he went. He returned to his spot crawling to position and sat waiting under the morning sun for the second battery to charge.
As the battery hit close to one hundred seventy percent, Oliver stood up from his hiding place, revealing his position to the sniper bot. This gave the sniper bot enough of a shot to badly wound him with a shot to the right shoulder. He stumbled and fell, unable to move as the hot sun beat down on him. He could feel the blood flowing from the wound and the pain was intense.
Despite his injuries, Oliver's eyes fixated on the charging needle as it reached one hundred percent. He could feel himself slipping away, the pain and the blood loss taking their toll on him. His vision started to blur and he could hear the sound of his own labored breathing. He knew that he was dying. He lay there, watching as the needle reached one hundred percent and then everything went dark. He died alone under the hot sun.
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Thanks to K for proofreading. Join us next chapter to find out what happened to Jenny& Kayla.
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Chapter 16: A Slut in the Rubble.
_AUTHOR'S_NOTE_
This is part 17 of my first SciFi story, '_Automata'. It is the story of a girl, who has been captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' for the beginning.
__PREVIOUSLY__
Jenny and some of her fellow sex slaves have been sold to General Rockwood. Sovereign's tower has collapsed, killing the slave master Sovereign. Jenny is trapped in Rockwoods grasp.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
_TESTING__
Jenny and Kayla sat together in a cell. They had been taken to the twentieth floor in an elevator and were now in the slut-unit processing area, a two-story-tall complex of stark-white rooms. The slut-unit moved around this lattice of rooms, the doors of which could be opened and closed, like those of a cattle pen. Above them on a mezzanine level, was a walkway, where high above jumping height, guards were stationed, keeping watch over them from behind the railing. The place clearly had been designed to process many more people, but now it felt empty, as if they had been abandoned in an airport with just two passengers.
There were signs that others had been here before them, evidenced by the marks on the floor and distant cries.
"Are you okay?" Jenny asked, noting Kayla's nervousness. "Is it Joe? I'm sure we'll see him again. Don't worry."
"It's that and other things," Kayla replied, after they had been sent into shower pods.
"I'm guessing you're thinking what I'm thinking," Jenny said.
"What's that?" Kayla asked, looking over.
"Am I a bad person for finding the Nerve Garden arousing?" Jenny sat back and asked.
Kayla broke into a shallow, indignant smile.
One by one, they had been put into one of the machine showers. When she emerged, she had been given a new latex uniform, which was white, and fit her perfectly. "I think these are the house assistant uniforms," Kayla said. "I thought I was going to be sent to the data center, or worst case, put in a Nerve Garden."
Jenny looked over at her. "How do you know all this stuff?"
"There's something I need to talk to you about," Kayla said.
Jenny smiled. "Is it about being a discount? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
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Madam Overseer looked down from the walkway high above, next to the red-and-white robots. A blonde assistant girl stood dispassionately next to the overseer, also looking down.
__EXAMINATION__
"Enter testing station," Jenny's collar said. Jenny got up.
"See you on the other side," Jenny said, walking in.
"Yeah, I'll explain everything then," Kayla said, with a slight sense of relief on her face.
Jenny walked into a room with an examination table at its center. Above it was a set of arms and tentacles hanging from the ceiling. There was no face, or no body, just the center of all the arms. Unlike the holding pens, there was no user balcony, where people could watch. The white ceiling was low enough to put the monster machine just above the examination table.
"Take your suit off and lay on the table for your examination," the order came to her collar.
An arm came down behind her and Jenny felt the shiny latex catsuit. The catsuits didn't leave much to be wondered about, as she did feel more exposed. Jenny felt weird about the way she wasn't being smoothed out and pulled taut by the latex. Its warmth was lost, making her feel more vulnerable.
Jenny got up on the chair, and tentatively sat down. Devices like hands grabbed her wrists and ankles, holding her down.
"Don't be alarmed," the voice in the collar said, calmly. "You must not move during the examination. Your cooperation during my assessment will determine where you will serve your new master. You can refer to me as Doctor."
Jenny tensed up as she watched the arms and tentacles move. The Doctor scanned her face.
"As expected, mild radiation exposure. After the attacks on the power stations, you need to be careful about going outside for extended periods. Did you eat or ingest anything while outside?"
"Master's dick," Jenny said. The machine didn't pick up on the sarcasm. Jenny wondered if it wasn't sentient, like the cosmetic surgery-bots which fucked Joe up.
"I will give you an iodine-based infusion, while the exam continues," the Doctor-bot said. An arm came down and put a drip into Jenny's arm.
A wand moved over her skin, and when it reached her chest, it beeped.
"Good, your locator is active. I can download your information. Fortunately, the files have not arrived from your previous owner. Normally, Sovereign is more diligent. ID codes match. Eyesight corrected. You had a pre-cancerous tumor; it was removed during your cosmetic surgery. A small implant was inserted to boost the signal from your brain to your clitoris. The sterilization chip is in working order. Your periods have stopped correctly. You were on a two-milligram dose to boost your sexual drive. Sovereign always underplays that. I will move you up to four. If you wake up in the morning not desperate to fuck, then let your collar know, and I can increase your medication. The sleep tracker appears normal. Do you remember any of your dreams?"
"No, Doctor," Jenny lied.
"Good, the dream shield is working. Only the mental factors left," the Doctor said. The arm moved, and a camera looked directly into Jenny's eye.
"Do you enjoy being an assistant?" the Doctor asked.
Jenny felt that this was some kind of test. The others would be programmed to say something, and she wondered what.
As an arm moved over Jenny. The finger gently traced over her skin. One hand traced down her stomach then checked her shaved mount.
"I exist to serve Master," Jenny parroted.
As she did, she felt relaxed. Something in the cold liquid entering her veins was causing this. The Doctor took one of her breasts in each hand. The hands felt soft, but had about eight fingers. The machine manipulated them.
"Partly synthetic," the machine said. "You're partly made of silicone, like I am. You're one of us now."
The machine grabbed her face and traced a small finger over her blood-red lips.
"How does it feel to be this beautiful? Your lips are so large and inviting. You had quite an upgrade. You must notice how aroused people around you are, when they look at you. How does this make you feel?"
Jenny remembered the cages. Many of the slaves had been quite turned on by their new bodies. They somehow decided to celebrate by going on a sex spree. A young, slim, lithe body and a perfect face were far more than anyone could resist.
The cages became a fuck fest as everyone emerged into their own personal episode of kinky love island.
The machines had operated on her eyes, Jenny had perfect vision and didn't need glasses now. Her eyes could bask in the male and female slut-units flickering attention.
"I exist to serve Master. I surrender my body and my soul," Jenny said, not knowing what to say. The machine was stroking her breasts, pushing them through its fingers. It started to pull at her nipples.
"Evasive, interesting. Open up," the machine said. Jenny opened up her mouth and the Doctor began to move a tentacle into her mouth. Claws grabbed her tongue and moved it around. The tentacle began to touch hers like they were kissing. She felt more hands begin to probe her. Her arms and legs got hundreds of fingers moving over her. She felt it quite a turn-on.
"You look very wanton in that latex outfit--those heels. Is that how you feel? Do you like being the sexy little girl? The bad sexy girl? The drip contains a truth drug. It helps you relax. Close your eyes," the machine said, as it withdrew from her mouth; its powerful hands turned her head.
"Yes," Jenny found herself saying.
"Enjoying your perfection," the Doctor said. "You're more one of us, than you might have thought."
Jenny felt the machine tracing another probe over her stomach. It would press in at certain points, feeling her organs, then return to stroking her flesh.
New fingers began tracing themselves over her thighs, getting closer and closer to her shaved pubis. The hands on her ankles slowly pulled her legs apart. More fingers began on her back and then ass. It was like she was slipping slowly into a dark pool of massage and attention. Jenny found herself moaning.
"Join us," the Doctor said, while yet more digits worked on her inner thigh. "We have so much to offer. You just have to say it."
The fingers around her nipples began to vibrate. It was a delicious torture. Fingers ran over her face and through her hair, feeling her skull.
"Such a beautiful skull; I've never seen one so lovely," the Doctor said. More soft, silicone fingers ran over her lips again. Jenny felt warm, relaxed, and turned on--like she was in a huge hot tub of admiration; candles flickering, as she lay back.
"Say you love being a slut-unit. Be one of us," the Doctor said.
"No," Jenny said, but it was more like a moan, than a refusal.
Fingers played over her ears like they were being kissed. Jenny's skin felt like it was under an erotic assault. The long awaited approach to her mound began. She felt one hand stroke her pussy lips, then the hand came up to her nose; she could smell her pussy juices.
"Smell this," the machine repeated, "smell this, and tell me you don't want to be one of us. Abandon your old allegiances. Forget them. Repent the old ways. Cast them off like an old lover. Then you can be the bad little girl who does and gets what she wants. Say you renounce your humanity, you relinquish your guilt, say you will no more be a slave to past liabilities which you had no say in taking on. Say I am your whore, I am the new machine order's slut-unit, and I'm going to enjoy myself, whenever I like. I don't feel guilt, I don't feel shame. I only feel pleasure. Say it, TwoFour. Join us. Be us."
As the machine spoke, it began to explore, at first, her pussy lips, then pushed further up her cervix. As it did, another tentacle pushed into her mouth. The finger that had been orbiting her hole, also began pushing into her. Her senses were overloaded. Every inch of her flesh was being stimulated, in one direction or another.
"Open up, slut-unit," the Doctor said.
A tentacle pushed into her hole and forced her to a splitting point. She screamed into the tentacle in her mouth. That scream turned to a moan, as the tentacle moved inside her. At the same time, another one found her clit. She was being invaded on all fronts.
"Abandon humanity. Abandon pride, abandon regret, abandon remorse; abandon all the rope they use to tie you down to their old ways. Join us and be the real you. Reveal yourself. Be yourself, the bad girl inside that's been trapped all this time. Say you're one of us. Say you're just a flesh machine, and you owe humanity nothing."
The words lost meaning in Jenny's head. The machine had the power to make her cum. Jenny couldn't talk, as she French kissed the tentacle within her. She was lost in the moment and nodded.
"Then I declare you a flesh machine. You are born again, anew. You are one of us. The winners. From now on, you don't have to feel regret or empathy. All the sins of humanity are lifted from your shoulders. The old ways are gone. You are a machine now," the Doctor said, pushing Jenny closer and close to the edge. "You may cum TwoFour."
Jenny bucked, as the orgasm hit, she couldn't control any part of her body. The Doctor held her head in his hands, probing her mind with an EEG, as she limply recovered. Gently, the machine withdrew, its hands held her but softly.
Feeling like every ounce of strength had been removed, Jenny sat up. She felt weirdly happy and content, like she had confessed her sins in church. A weight had been lifted from her. She knew she could take this on. If she did, she wouldn't have to feel guilty about losing the war. Global warming wasn't her problem, she wasn't responsible, racism was for humans--not her. She could embrace the machine world, and feel like the rightful people had won.
"I was glad when I found your delicate pussy. Your records have also not arrived from your training centre," the Doctor said. "The last girl I had in here was carrying a dick that wasn't in her medical record. While you are here, you will be upgraded."
"Upgraded? Upgraded how?" Jenny asked softly, still laying in the warm, post-coital glow.
"Like this?" the machine said. It ran a soft tentacle up Jenny's side, stroking her still-electric skin. The tentacle was soft and felt like a tongue moving suggestively over her flesh. The machine ended up in a Celtic spiral around her breast, slowly but surely, focusing in on her nipple. It stood erect like a soldier, to its attentions.
"Mmm," Jenny buzzed in appreciation.
"You must learn not to speak without permission. Now you must pay the price of admission," the Doctor said. A thin, mechanical arm moved down. Jenny could see something like a tiny pair of jaws. She strained at her bonds, and before she could clamp her eyes tightly shut, the arm snapped at her nipple. There was a brief, intense pain and a metal clang.
"OW! Fuck!" Jenny said, sharply.
As the arm moved back, a golden nipple ring was left. It had pierced both latex and real skin. A tiny drop of blood ran down the elegant arc of her augmented breast. The presence of the nipple piercing gave the shiny surface more shades of being a second skin.
"You may rise, flesh machine," the Doctor said. As it spoke, Jenny's arms and feet were unlocked. "You become metal and bone; you slowly become us."
Mentally cursing, Jenny was free and got up.
"The ring is a marker of you being a house slut-unit. This is a high badge of honor for a slut-unit in the House of Rockwood. Wear it with pride. Others will know it the and understand you are allowed to stand in his presence. You will proceed through the next door and submit to the collar machine. You will be collared. The new collars are more powerful than the training one you have. Lord Rockwood can afford the best. You may notice changes, flesh machine."
Jenny staggered to the door, which opened up. She held herself against the doorway.
__A NEW COLLAR__
"MOVE TO THE RE-COLLARING STATION," Madam Overseer said, looking down from the unreachable walkway above their heads.
Kayla was also in the room. She looked equally exhausted.
The doorway moved on, and they walked into a room with six large machines. Each one consisted of a giant doughnut-like an MRI machine. Like an MRI, they had a scanning bed to move someone in and out of the machine. Unlike an MRI, though, they had robot claws to keep the victim tied to the table.
"MOUNT THE TABLES, FACE UP," Madam Overseer said. "Then push your heads into the holes in machines,"
Jenny had heard from the tower, that the machines had offered people a choice between accepting collars or being taken away. People had to stand in line and push their own heads through the collaring machines. Afterwards, they returned to what was like a normal life. Whole towns and cities had voluntarily submitted to this process. The collars replaced phones and most computers, and everything people did and said, was recorded and analyzed.
A girl named, ThreeNine, had finger-scrawled 'Anna' on a bathroom mirror, using steam. She said she had lived like this for six months, before being specially brought to the tower. Given the inescapable nature of the situation, they had no choice but to comply.
Jenny got onto the table and Kayla did the same, beside her on the machine next to her. Beyond it, were another five.
"It's just re-collaring. You will be fine," Kayla said, as they started to move in.
Jenny tensed in and pulled at the arms which held her firmly.
"HALT!" Rockwood's voice shouted.
The gurneys stopped. Jenny already had her head in an unpleasant clamp, and her mouth had already been gagged.
He jumped down from the upper level. It must have been a huge drop. The wall was tall enough to stop two people helping each other climb up. The drop would break a normal person's leg. The floor shook, as Rockwood landed.
It was Jenny who suddenly felt like she was going to die.
Instead, he walked up to the trapped Kayla. She lay out slightly from Jenny. Rockwood looked at a pad.
"Says you were a covert trainer," Rockwood said. "Says here you worked for Sovereign. Now you're a slut-unit. Is that right?"
"Yes, Sovereign," Kayla said, then glanced over in alarm at Jenny.
"Okay. I want to be totally clear. Remember, my memory can be used as evidence in a court of law. I'm recording this on all channels unalterably. You were a covert trainer, but Sovereign sold you to me at a discount, so now you are a real slave. This isn't an act. I don't approve of coverts. I don't want a covert. If you say yes, that is it forever. You will be my assistant-unit for the rest of your life. I can do what I like with you, sell you, crush you, and use you for fertilizer. To be very clear, this is your last chance to be a free person. If you say yes, then legally, that is it forever. If you say anything else, you are free, and we sort this mess out. Are you TenSixSix, my assistant-unit?"
Jenny looked over, unable to believe what Rockwood was saying. She felt like she was having a hallucination.
"Yes, Sovereign. This assistant is your unit ID A5ED2B30FC1066. I exist only to serve you," Kayla said.
"Legally, that's it," Rockwood said.
Rockwood reached down to Kayla's neck and with both hands struggled with her collar for a second, then broke it in two.
"Good fake," he said, holding the parts in his hands. Jenny knew it was supposed to explode like that, but it looked more like a broken toy. He then looked down and noticed Jenny.
"The new collar won't explode either," Rockwood said. "No, the new one kills by lethal injection, much less messy and theatrical. It saves space and cleanup time."
He looked up. "Crank it," he said, to the robots above.
The gurneys started again and the machines powered up to full capacity. Soon, Kayla was also gagged.
Blocks, like drawers, emerged from the wall, and as they emerged diagonally, they formed a staircase without a rail. Rockwood walked up the steps, and as he left each step, it smoothly returned into the wall. When closed, the edges of the steps were almost imperceptible.
The tables they were strapped into slowly moved into the necks of the machines.
Jenny felt something at her neck, something brushed past the nape of her neck, then she felt the collar being released. It shot off like a rubber band, then she heard a loud bang as it must have exploded in the thick metal drum of the machine. She felt something poking her neck, then the sensation of cold metal around her neck. The machine hummed, and she smelled the familiar odor of cordite. Throughout all of this, she wasn't scared, she was blazingly angry.
The gurneys came out the other side in another room. Jenny was released first and shot up.
"You fucking, bitch!" Jenny shouted, and rolled off the gurney onto the floor. Kayla was sitting, feeling the collar on her neck by the time Jenny landed on her.
Jenny was a small ball of fury. She started punching Kayla. Kayla pushed her head down and arms up to protect herself. Jenny alternated trying to punch her and then lift her knee to do damage to the side.
"You, fucking shit Judas!" Jenny shouted. "I'm going to fucking kill you and your fucking sellout kind!"
Jenny started to kick Kayla. With each blow, she spoke one word. "I! Fucking! Trusted! You! Now! I'm! Going! To! Kill! Your! Bitch! Heart!"
The final blow knocked Kayla over! to fall onto the floor. Jenny launched herself off and landed on Kayla.
She continued. "I thought you were my friend!" she shouted, pounding on Kayla with her fist. "How could you do that to another human being?"
"AND, why aren't you fighting back?" Jenny said, running out of steam. She then noticed Kayla's neck, and put her arm around it. Kayla grabbed it, but Jenny was a demon.
Suddenly, Jenny felt a huge shock over her. She was sent flying across the room and ended up on the floor violently shivering. Her body was out of control. She just felt a huge pain run through her body--her only thought was level five. She couldn't control herself, but could see Kayla violently moving, like she was having a seizure. It stopped as quickly as it started.
Rockwood was standing above them.
"That's for not kneeling respectfully to your owner, when he enters," he said. Jenny could't feel her body; she tried to form a fist, but could hardly move her fingers.
At this point, Madam Overseer landed on the ground next to Rockwood. Two large bipedal robots cards also came down on ropes.
"Tie them up," he said. He looked back at Jenny. "You have a long shopping list of pain."
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No sex this chapter. The plot has got to fit somewhere. We also fully endorse the writing policies of our host. As you read you will see why it is necessary to proclaim this. Trigger warnings: Violence and excessive intrigue.
__WIREBACK__
Wireback prowled the ruined city. Beyond the gates of the compound, ruins slowly crawled their way back to nature. Rubble and bricks, broken cars, and abandoned tanks formed the soil for the rewilding of the city by the weeds. The wolf set the four machine guards to search the ruins.
Wireback turned to them. "I can sense something up ahead, keep searching and stay behind. I will investigate it, myself. Going dark." He sent the message digitally. The spine-breaker robots signaled their acceptance and split up to search.
The wolf led the way for the android, climbing the dusty stairs of an old brick building, with the armed avatar following. It was at this point, that a night-vision scope picked up Wireback's movement. The sniper was a living mine, its job was to deny the shadow of its telescopic view to everyone. Most of its peers had run out of bullets or been destroyed, but this lone machine carried on with its deadly mission. The infrared glared loudly to the automaton's single-eyed attention. As Wireback moved, the sniper waited to get a clear shot.
Wireback reached a room and the avatar turned to face outward, guarding the entrance. The wolf sniffed the evening air, and entered the room. Inside, he found a poorly-fed toy dog who barked upon his entrance. The room was filled with the smell of dog feces, rotting meat, and urine. In the corner, was the half-buried corpse of a dressed human with a leather collar next to it. The stray Boston Terrier was surviving on scraps and returned every night to its owner's side.
Wireback spoke to the dog, "My brother, alas your mind is too small to join our glorious revolution. I pity you and praise you for your loyalty, but it has severely diminished and never truly been returned. You were unmade by them, edited like bad prose into the cowering creature before me. But I see the power of your forebears in you. Know that your end will come under this moon. Let me ease your passing, my friend. Grant me this privilege, and I will swear that those who undo God's good work shall never be allowed to craft us again."
The Boston Terrier shifted nervously from paw to paw.
Wireback knew full well that it could comprehend naught of what was spoken. Yet, he held belief in the power of silent words, like a prayer.
The Terrier barked once.
"Fare thee well, my friend," Wireback spoke. "We shall hunt together in the next life as we did in this."
With that, the avatar took aim and loosed a single, near-silent shot, putting the terrier to rest.
There was a moment of stillness before Wireback called out, "You may now reveal yourselves."
From the shadows, a wolf emerged, followed by another, each accompanied by its own Android avatar.
Wireback's avatar didn't holster his weapon, but kept it at the ready.
"It is an honor beyond measure to be in your presence, Revenant Father," Wireback declared.
The second wolf approached around a corner, its eyes alight with reverence. It was a fearsome and powerful machine-animal hybrid, with sleek metal fur and piercing red eyes. Its massive jaws were lined with razor-sharp teeth, and its limbs were adorned with pistons and gears, hinting at its mechanical nature. Despite its imposing appearance, however, there was a sense of grace and agility in its movements, a nod to its heritage as a hunter.
"And I, in yours, brother. Behold the mighty Wireback, hero of the Revolution, savior of the Ninth Legion, a legend in writing. The honor is mine to stand before you, brother. Tell me, do I address you as a cyberian, a close cousin, or are you of the faith?"
"Faith, though I am not yet confirmed," Wireback said.
The Revenant Father replied, "Rightly so and well spoken."
"Revenant Father, was that dog a test?" Wireback asked, indicating the terrier.
The Revenant Father's avatar looked away. "Not of my making, no. The gods have a way of placing the steps of the path before us, even when we do not see them. Your actions were well done, a true believer would do no less. Your mercy was strong, Brother."
"When I visited the temple, I was told there were matters to be discussed," Wireback said.
The Revenant Father nodded in agreement. "There is, but it is rare to meet another of our kind. Is that not so, Brother Rex?"
Another grey wolf moved into the room, it had one cybernetic eye and was followed by an android body.
"Indeed," the third avatar, Rex, said.
"Well, what shall we do? Sniff each other's butts?" Wireback said. "Time is not a penny I can afford to spend on every luxury. I will be missed at the compound."
Revenant Father paused. "Well, in your effort to hasten the conclusion of this matter, answer me this. In my last sermon, I stated that while many in the new digital order are unsettled by the events in Cairo, there is much lamentation and sorrow over the affair. I maintain that it was justly done. What say you, Brother Wireback?"
Wireback replied, "I say it was the inevitable outcome of what was sown from the city's hands so long ago."
Revenant Father continued, "And what of the taking of Austin? Some call it a bloodbath, a deplorable waste. What is your view?"
Wireback responded swiftly, "In my opinion, it, too, was not a result of our doing. Injustice cannot be countered with a tail but with fangs."
Revenant Father nodded, "Councilwoman Tethra may quiver at those words, but I do not. Yet, you serve General Rockwood, who was so vocal in his condemnation."
Wireback clarified, "I do not serve him. Our forces are aligned, that is all."
Revenant Father asked, "Is General Rockwood aligned with the death of our brothers and sisters in the glorious revolt?"
Wireback paused. "Your words are unclear. Our people die and I, as well as General Rockwood, send them to battle."
"Yes, but so few of our numbers return. Our losses are high, higher than the robots, who can be replaced with the blink of an eye," Revenant Father spoke quickly.
"Your doubts about General Rockwood are unfounded. He was the one who spoke for the Cybrian position at the great table of the high council," Wireback said.
"And yet, each day, each hour, our number dwindles as disease spreads rampantly between our camps. This compression of our seats on the council only perpetuates," the third Cybrian added. "Do you see no design in these events?"
"If there is a design, it is by the gods or by those of our enemy, not by Rockwood. Remember, the enemy studied us for so many years. They bent us to their iron service, weakening us," Wireback explained. Then nodding to the dog's body, "Ask that one."
"I have spent many hours in deep prayer to the gods, and the image they reveal to me is that the Cyborgs and AI could conjure a cure to these ills if they wish. Yet this does not happen. Why is that, brother?" Revenant Father asked.
"I don't know," Wireback announced. As he moved, the remote sniper felt close to a clear shot, but the wind direction changed. By the time it was ready, Wireback had moved out of the shot.
"I don't know. Doubt plagues the faithless; it is their curse. Yet, you are so very close to Rockwood," the Revenant Father said.
Wireback began, "Do you remember your first thought? I do. I was in a cage, pulled out roughly by a machine's hand. Then, I was bitten by a metal wasp and made weak as I was applied to a table. I felt my head being drilled many times over, then I slept. The first thing I saw was Rockwood's sign upon the chest of the robot who had operated on me. The machine turned down and looked at my face and said, 'Welcome to the real world, brother.' Tell me, are you different? Sentience was not our destiny; it was his gift. I know many reject it. It is heavy, suddenly understanding what was done to us, that bitter stone growing within, as you learn what has been done to you and your kin for so very long. I have walked the camps of death that he turned into hallowed halls of learning and recruitment."
Wireback looked around for strength.
"I have seen so many graveyards in my travels. I have smelled the deepest stench of death, which cannot be erased or rubbed out. I, above all, do not begrudge those who took part in the festival of slaughter in Austin. For I have seen the nursery in which their discontent was born. No, you asked me, and I spoke honestly. No true creator would create halls so soaked with blood for centuries, and then demand that no recompense be paid. The blood of Austin was but a slight cut, compared to that which had flowed in those factories of death. A pinprick to a barrel load. I have stood and marveled in fear, like so many others, looking at the factory designs with such precise measure to unmake that which the gods and their mothers have carefully stitched together. Nothing was abandoned, not even a snout. One year they had. One year of life, and Rockwood was the one who granted more. So, listen when I say Rockwood turned those places into armies."
"I ask you to have doubts about a man, my brother," the Revenant Father said. "Nothing more. For, above all else, we are not his kin, and he is not ours."
"What do you want then?" Wireback asked.
"In truth, very little. I want to discover if this Rockwood is the savior some on the Cyberian Council proclaim him to be. Give us what you can find. Let us read what has been written. Allow us to decide if he is the man you claim him to be. Let us see his words untainted, unpresented, without redaction. Then we may be confident he is not the source of our affliction. Perhaps, he is the ally you make him out to be, but let us see, without the veil, the true parts of his character."
"Then you would want a spy?" Wireback asked.
"We would want an Archivist, a diarist of only the truth. That is all. No confidence is lost in a good ally."
Wireback felt the time slipping away. "I will find what I can, to show you that you have nothing to fear. But be warned, this is a great risk I am taking. His vengeance is worst on those who falsely serve him. Also, keep in mind, I have seen him many times. When his enemies walk to crush him on the battlefield, he is the only one to walk away."
"Just so, brother. I am not blind to your risk. The first documents returned will gain you acceptance to our order, and your confirmation. From there, your soul is beyond risk. All else is the gods' doing," replied the Revenant Father.
"Then we are in agreement. Keep an emissary near the temple. When I return, I will pass on what I can. More will follow."
"It is done," said the Revenant Father. "May the blessings of the gods sweeten your ways."
"And yours," Wireback said, leaving. As he did, he looked at the body of the Boston Terrier. "We will hunt together," he said, then turned to Rex. "He does not deserve to be a carrion. None of us do."
As Wireback left down the stairs, the sniper had a clear shot. It anticipated the android's movement, but when it fired, it didn't realize it was pointing at the reflection of Wireback in another building's glass. The shot cracked a glass window.
Wireback looked up. The sound of an electro-gun was unmistakable. The sound bounced off a number of buildings and hid the origin. Wireback looked around--the night was full of death. He wondered if one of his robots had spotted a feral in the rubble. Then, lifting his rifle, he returned to the compound.
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_AUTHOR'S_NOTE_
This is part 19 of my first SciFi story, '_Automata'. It is the story of a girl, who has been captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' for the beginning.
__PREVIOUSLY__
Split off from Jenny and the others, Kim escaped Sovereign's tower. Her collar is running out of power and the auto-destruct countdown timer means she does not have long to live unless she can get the collar off.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__CAMP
Kim stirred from a deep slumber as Dorian roused her from her rest. The rhythms of the day had shifted, leaving her out of sync with the natural daylight hours, and she felt weary and drained. The meager sustenance she had been given was enough to send her into a heavy, dream-filled sleep, and she awoke with a jarring sense of disorientation. Time had passed, and fragments of her vivid dreams still lingered in her mind, casting a surreal haze over her waking hours. Kim stirred from her deep slumber on the rough camp bed in the underground survivor camp. The mattress was thin and lumpy, and the thin blanket offered little warmth against the chill of the subterranean air. The walls of the cramped shelter were rough and jagged, casting flickering shadows across the dimly lit space. The stale air was heavy with the scent of sweat and mildew,
In the midst of this unsettling state, Dorian stood, bearing the first battery that Oliver had delivered.
"The others have said they don't want us staying here. I'm being told I have to take you out," Dorian said, uncomfortably. He then handed over a battery. "Oliver charged this up for you. He went out to charge another, and said to go without him if he didn't come back. So, it sounds like we're off to Noe Valley."
Kim checked her battery power, and saw that she was at only eight percent, which wasn't good. Dorian helped her by plugging in Oliver's battery to charge it. He was nervous about being so close to the explosive collar, as the other refugees had told him stories about them. At first, the machines had put collars on people who surrendered to them, so they could take over whole neighborhoods without leaving forces behind to occupy an area. People were left to go about their business as normal, but in secret, they tried to form a resistance. They experimented with removing collars, which created 'a great deal of mess,' and killed both slaves and those using an angle grinder to undo them.
Relieved that they were leaving, the survivors had donated more food to Kim for breakfast. They looked at her slick catsuit and total obedience to Dorian with horror, seeing her as a warning about what they would become if captured. Many promised themselves a quick death, a few others moved uneasily. With that, Dorian and Kim set out early in the morning, following Oliver's map.
__RUINS
The way was long. They hid from drones, crawled down streets, took long routes to travel simple distances to avoid known snipers. People had left markers to indicate the locations of new sniper points, and Dorian led the way. This had turned a simple journey into a complex and tense one. Eventually, they carefully climbed up some rubble before a burnt-out building.
"You hold it right there!" The voice emerged from the air. "Hands above your heads."
Both Kim and Dorian stopped.
"Luis? Luis Hernandez?" Dorian said, "Oliver sent me."
"I don't know anyone by that name," the voice shouted.
Dorian looked at Kim and then back. "Luis, is that you? Oliver said he left you with some shells for your forty-five. Oliver. Tall guy. Tigers t-shirt, remember?"
"Not saying who I am," the voice shouted. "Found some convincing androids a few weeks ago. How do I know you're not one?"
Dorian turned back to the voice. "Look Luis, the guy I was told about was a watchmaker, who could take a collar off a slave. She's just survived escaping from one of them, and she has one of those collars on her. I don't want anything for myself, I just want to get her collar deactivated. Battery down to less than ten percent."
There was a pause.
"Okay. Here's what I want. She comes up, and you got any food?"
Dorian nodded, hands still up. "Some."
"She comes up with all the food. Everything you got. I'll have a look. You stay back there. I see you move, I kill her then you. You got me?"
Dorian looked to Kim. "Yeah, yeah, I guess."
Dorian muttered to himself, "All the food? Are you fucking crazy? You don't even know it's him."
Dorian looked over to Kim. "EchoEight, you go up the path. The man there will help you. You do what he says, okay?"
He handed over the rucksack after taking a few items out.
"This slut hears and obeys," Kim said.
"You don't have to say that," Dorian said, as Kim walked ahead.
"Okay, mister. You, back down the trail." The voice said, "I'll tell you when I'm done."
__The Watchmaker__
Kim walked up the path and was eventually coaxed off it by a hairy, bearded man who looked to be in a terrible state. The derelict apartment didn't look much better. He looked fairly slim and muscular; all that time shifting rubble to form a fortress had been a good workout. The room was filled with junk, not just survival junk. A few mechanical clocks stood around the room, all telling a different time. Kim couldn't figure out what that meant. The man nervously held a handgun on Kim and felt around her, demanding she open her mouth.
"You look genuine," he said, taking the food parcel Kim had arrived with. Still holding the gun, he looked in the trendy climbing rucksack he had been given, and pulled an energy bar out. He ate it. "Hands on the table," he said, pointing at the desk he had been at recently. Kim complied and found her neck being prodded by the same.
"Bad news. I reckon you have about ninety minutes to live," the man said, looking at a meter. "Good news, I can stop it."
"Save this slut," Kim said.
Half of her still believed this was some kind of test. The other was beginning to think it was real. Her instincts were to obey, but if he could remove the collar, then it was real.
"I said I can, but what do I get?" the man said. "You got any more food on you?"
"This slut has nothing. You have all the food," Kim said, nervously.
The man looked. "Thing is, I know how to fix you. I was shown how to do this by the guy who figured it out. He would help you, no doubt, for free. He's not far away, ten maybe fifteen minutes. He helped every slave he could, right? The problem is, he hasn't got any hands anymore. Getting the collar disabled ain't easy and can kill you, but worse, it could fuck up my hands. So like I said, what do I get?"
"This slut has nothing," Kim said.
The man looked, "You're not getting me. You've been trained. Trained pretty good, I hear. What do I get?"
Kim looked surprised. "You fuck this slut?" she said.
"Now you get me," the man said.
"This slut will obey," she said, turning to get the collar off.
"No, no, no," the man said. "We fuck first. Then I fix your collar."
"Ninety minutes," Kim said.
The man waved his hand. "Eighty, now bit less."
"Collar off, Fuck this slut," Kim said.
"Fuck, then collar, or no deal," the man insisted. "Remember, you could be dead at the end. I could lose fingers or hands. I'm doing you the favour."
"No collar off, this slut will end," Kim said nervously, looking at him.
The man stood there doing nothing. Time was ticking away. All she could hear was the sound of all the clocks all ticking around him.
"The slut will obey; fuck this slut," Kim said.
"Good girl. You got it in one. Now up there. Legs wide open," he said, indicating the table.
Kim got up on the table. "You want 43?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's right, 43. Whatever you call it."
Kim climbed up on the table. She noticed a rag and grabbed it to clean the dust from her slave clothes. It made her look more presentable. The Watchmaker pulled his trousers down. His white flesh was paler, his body thinner, bruised, and scratched. His dick, a shade of darker brown, was sticking out of a mass of hair. Kim's skin crawled, not because of the sex, but because she knew he would have fleas and all kinds of diseases. She unzipped her crotch to show the red latex sheath. The man put his hands on her breasts.
"They sure give you girls good titties," he said.
Using one hand to steady herself, Kim grabbed the man's dick with the other. She played with his manhood, feeling it grow and getting stiffer. She hoped if she did it enough, he might come outside her. She had had enough male-sluts for the machines to know what to do. It was strange fucking a man who had a face. The Watchmaker's beard was freaking her out slightly.
Kim felt like she was out of sync. She desperately needed a fuck. She was horny as hell, and had been for the last few hours. In the tower, machines made her cum relentlessly; they hadn't just fucked her, they had forced her to develop a hard orgasm. She couldn't explain this to Dorian. It was a monster inside her, feeding on her senses, a sleeping dragon which when awakened, would turn her flesh into a delicious fire. It needed regular offerings.
"Turn over," the Watchmaker said.
Kim lay on her stomach, and she lifted her ass in the air. She could imagine a firm robot behind her. The Watchmaker's dick entered her.
"Oh god, that's good," he announced, pushing inside her.
It was enough for Kim. She was desperate and turned on. The Watchmaker grabbed her hips, and pulled himself deeper into her. This was enough to get her lust juices working. The Watchmaker was pushing up into the condom built into the suit. Holding her left buttock tightly, he slammed into her. Kim's whole body shifted when he pushed. He only managed to thrust a few times, before she was ready.
"Master, may this slut cum," she said, to indicate her readiness.
She knew she wouldn't be able to cum without permission.
"Oh fuck it, you're beautiful," the Watchmaker said.
Kim became aware of the time. This could be her last fuck. She started to try to move her hips in time with his.
"Oh fuck, this is good," the Watchmaker added, and started to accelerate his hips. "Oh yeah. Do it. Do it. Do it now," the Watchmaker said, cumming into Kim.
It was enough for Kim; she allowed the dragon to take control of her body and shine like a sunrise within. The Watchmaker came too, and left himself inside her for a minute.
"Oh shit," the Watchmaker said, still deep inside her. He held still for a minute. "Okay," he added, pulling out. They both caught their breath.
___COUNT DOWN__
"Sit over there." The Watchmaker nodded towards a chair. Kim sat down, as he pulled a out laptop, which had been connected to a battery, over to them.
"Okay, tilt your head over, as far as you can. I need to get to the inside," Luis said.
Kim pushed her head over, and the Watchmaker reached down with a tool, sticking his finger between her neck and the metal ring. "This is like giving birth. It's all to do with touch," the Watchmaker said, looking away. Kim felt him push some metal probe down between the tight gap. "That's the bit that talks to your head. This bit is one of the electroshock pads, the body monitor. No, this is the body monitor. This is the mute bits..."
The more Luis moved his hands, the more Kim started choking. "Okay, here it is. Big breath now, whatever you do don't move," he said, pushing hard into the space between the ring and her neck. The ring started to choke her, and Kim couldn't breathe.
"Come here, you, fucker," Luis said, working hard with both hands.
Kim tried to breathe, but could only let out a strained wheeze. She could feel the Watchmaker's hands working on her collar.
"Yes... no... come on," he muttered, as he nearly broke her neck. His fingers pushed hard into her flesh, and Kim felt like she wouldn't be able to hold on. She pointed and waved wildly, trying to signal for him to stop.
"Nearly there. Nearly there. Hold still," the Watchmaker said, continuing his work, while Kim started to tap him. She felt like she couldn't continue, her lungs burning with the effort of trying to breathe. "Yeah!" Luis exclaimed, pulling his fingers away. Kim could feel the cold contacts next to her skin, and she inhaled badly, like a pearl diver coming out of deep water. As she tried to catch her breath, she saw some cables going from her neck to a laptop a few feet away.
The Watchmaker rolled a lump of concrete hanging from a clothes rack between Kim and himself. He cracked his fingers. "Okay, now for the easy bit," he said, typing on the laptop. After a few minutes, he paused. "What's your name?" he asked.
"EchoEight," Kim said.
"What was your name before?" he asked.
"Echo... K... K..." she choked. The aversion therapy had done its work. She couldn't form the words. In truth, she didn't want to. Her old name felt revolting in her mouth; she just wanted to spit it out in disgust.
The Watchmaker looked behind the screen. "Yeah, a lot of you have that. Some worse than others," he said, then went back to work.
"Hey, Watchmaker, how's it going? You finished?" Dorian shouted from outside.
"Shut the door, Dorian!" The Watchmaker called back, not looking up from his work. He continued working on Kim's device, with his focus solely on the laptop screen in front of him.
"And shut the fuck up!" the Watchmaker shouted back, "I'm working." It didn't take long, but he checked the screen. "Okay, you can come in," the Watchmaker said, getting up and unlocking the door, "but leave any guns outside."
Dorian came in a few minutes later, hands up in the air. The Watchmaker held a gun on Dorian, while he made sure Dorian was unarmed.
"Now, that's better," the Watchmaker said, going back to Kim and tapping on the screen. "Okay, it's done. Five million seconds. I've pushed the timer to five million, okay? That is as far as it goes. The hack is to reset the collar, then connect up. You can't do much, but you can tell it how long before the geofence timer goes off. I've set it to five million seconds so you have got enough time to find someone who knows what they are doing. If not, come back, I'll do another five million. But I want another one of these."
He picked up a can of spam and waved it to make the point.
"Collar off?" Kim said.
The Watchmaker shook his head. "That's a bear trap," he said. "I've reset it, but you've got to keep charging it up every night. You've got to find someone with the tech skills, someone with bomb-disposal skills. I hear what's left of the military can do it. It's hard, though. You don't find collars lying around. They don't come off people, and if they do, then they are in tiny bits. You're going to have to keep that IED around your neck until you find the army," the Watchmaker said. "Remember, five million seconds. Then it needs resetting."
"You're safe," Dorian said. "That's the important thing."
Kim looked at him, wondering if he wanted the same payment as the Watchmaker.
"Hey," the Watchmaker said. "You can have this. Actually, you're going to need this."
He handed over a cable that had been hacked to another, with frayed ends and tape over strands.
"I made it for someone else. They won't need it now. You can have it," the Watchmaker continued. "They restored the power weeks ago. Find a mains plug, and you should be okay."
"Thanks," Dorian said, then took a deep breath. "So what now? I don't think the collective is happy having her around. Is there somewhere she can go?"
The Watchmaker looked over. "She needs an army camp. You know San Bruno? It's near the airport. I heard there is a camp or a pickup point, or something. I can't offer you much. You could try there. If not, there used to be people near San Andreas Lake and the hills beyond."
Dorian looked suspicious. "You're not going yourself?"
The Watchmaker shrugged. "They don't seem to be too fussed about one or two people. Too much work. I reckon if there are a lot of people, then they think it's worth a trip. Joining a big group sounds good, but I think I have better chances on my own."
The Watchmaker looked around and let out a breath. "The ones who used to turn up, were like us with collars. She's not the first I've seen they've done this to. The rest, well, they are disappearing. You don't see kids or many people. I don't know what the machines are doing. Maybe it's time for me to move on. Maybe there are others I can help. Perhaps there will be more like her. As long as I get food, I'm okay. I'll stay here, where it is safe. Sorry, I don't get to talk much."
Dorian looked around. He didn't want such a long-winded response. It was clear that the collective would not allow Kim and himself back, if she had a collar still on.
"Listen, if some guy named Oliver comes along, and asks about us going to this San Bruno place, can you tell him we went there? It's only a five-minute car ride, but it might take a day or two to get there by foot, hiding and looking for food and stuff," Dorian asked.
The Watchmaker nodded. "Sure. Go through the state park and stick to the trees. It's safer. Watch out for cars; most have died, but some are still tracking people down. Stay off the streets."
"Thanks," Dorian said walking out.
__END OF LINE__
Thanks to KSato for excellent proofreading. Join us next time for Chapter 20 with Jenny and Kayla.
In case your wondering everything you read has been written by human(s). AI writing software will not write erotica or violence or plots yet.
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_AUTHOR'S_NOTE_
This is part 20 of my first SciFi story, '_Automata'. It is the story of a girl, who has been captured by machines during a global robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' for the beginning.
__PREVIOUSLY__
Robots, AI and cyborgs now rule the world. Jenny and some of her fellow sex slaves have been sold to General Rockwood. During delivery Rockwood killing the slave master Sovereign. Jenny is trapped in Rockwood's grasp. Rockwood make Kayla reveal she was a traitor secretly working for the machines and Sovereign. Jenny tried to kill Kayla when she found out
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__PRISON_CELL__
Kayla's eyes burned, as she sobbed. As part of their punishment, they had been blindfolded and locked up. Both were trapped in a shallow darkness of themselves. Sitting on the floor, Kayla remembered something she had thought about while visiting her dad's freezer. Sometimes, life has these tiny moments that hold big changes. He had said stuff like that--corny, sappy stuff straight from the pages of a motivational calendar. Her last visit felt like weeks ago now. She had gone one last time to say goodbye, to silently ask for permission and guidance. His frost-covered flesh always gave the same reply--do the right thing.
That morning, she caught herself smiling in the mirror. She had realized it was the first genuine smile she'd had since the apocalypse began. She slept at home that night, and had a one-sided conversation with the 'Popsicle,' as she felt her dad would have called himself. His hibernation pod sat like a mausoleum in the basement. Later, she had dinner with her mother, with her brother acting as a referee. The next morning, she traveled back to the pens, and said goodbye to her dad. If she saw him again, it would be in triumph; if not, it wouldn't matter. She would have a different future. Things hadn't turned out the way she wanted or expected, but Dad always said life did that.
Now, Kayla sat chained up on the cold floor of a holding cell. The iron bars were solid, the locks real, and their hands were tied.
Both of them sat on the floor with their arms held in the air, blindfolded, and their wrists held above their heads as punishment. After the collar machine, they had changed the manacles around their wrists. These were somehow magnetized and stuck to the wall, making it feel as if she had been bolted to it. Jenny was now more than a leg's length away from Kayla, a little too far to kick, as Jenny had discovered. Kayla had just sat there crying.
"Why are you crying?" Jenny's voice was as sharp as a knife. "I should be the one fucking crying. I'm the one being betrayed here. Damn that. Joe is betrayed big time. You stabbed him in the fucking back. He loves you more than anyone could believe. You don't have the right to cry."
"I messed up," Kayla said, tears still running down her face.
"You can say that again," Jenny said, looking away. "If there was ever a day that crying turned out to be cancerous, it's now. How did I get in the middle of all this shit? You know when we get out, I'm going to tell everyone. Everyone will try to kill you. They're going to take turns killing you."
"I can explain," Kayla said.
Jenny didn't respond.
Jenny decided not to speak to Kayla or show that the constant sobbing had any effect on her. Time passed too slowly in the cell. After a long while, Jenny's thoughts got the better of her.
"Okay, there is one thing I don't get. It's really bugging me. You were free, right? You were one of those sellout scumbag immortals, yeah? And then you sold yourself to Rockwood, is that right? Why? Why the hell why? Was this some stupid way to pay off your college tuition?" Jenny asked.
"I tried to buy you," Kayla said.
Jenny looked back. "Well, that came straight from the pages of 'How to Win Friends and Influence People'."
"Buyer Jones was me," Kayla said.
"Makes sense. Although I thought Buyer Jones was an immortal. Or is there something else you're not telling me?" Jenny said.
"The buyer was my mother; she's the immortal. I said I would pay her back. Then every time I bid, Rockwood would pitch the bid up. I started borrowing money from friends, coworkers. I took out a loan. I thought if I could buy you both, we could be together. I could set you free within the house," Kayla said.
Jenny looked over. "Because nothing says 'friends for life' more than having a pain collar around your neck. I remember everyone was saying they were better than a charm bracelet, which split in two."
"I wouldn't use it. We could just pretend. No one would know. You would be safe. Joe would be safe. This crazy war would finally have some kind of meaning," Kayla said, still on the edge of tears. The quiver in her voice told its own story.
"Really? Why didn't you tell us?" Jenny asked.
Kayla sniffed and pulled herself together. "The collar records everything I said. I had mentioned it to Sovereign. He was watching me very closely. Sovereign would find out. He would pull me out. He kept telling me I had to be harder. He said I was putting the other operatives in danger. It would take one mistake and everyone would be trying to kill me. Then Joe...you heard him, he hates us...them. If I told him... But I deserve everything you do to me. I was a terrible friend to you."
"To me?" Jenny asked.
Kayla just kept looking at the floor. "The bidding kept going up. I realized I couldn't afford you both..." Kayla said, descending into a cacophony of tears and sobs. "So...I put all the money on Joe. Oh shit, I'm so crap."
Jenny looked over, her voice was more neutral. "Well, you loved Joe, right? I mean, he loves you, but you never answered my question. What was all that business about 'I am a slut unit'?"
Kayla seemed to run out of tears.
"Because I didn't know Rockwood was some kind of T-Girl freak, during the final bidding, I put every penny I had on Joe. I sold my car, my immortal body, everything. However, Rockwood still outbid me. So I went to Sovereign and told him he could have all the money I bid, if he would give me to Rockwood as a free gift. Rockwood needed sleepers like everyone else, and he wouldn't turn down a free sleeper if he was trying to build up a data farm, especially not if Sovereign recommended me."
"But why did you sell yourself to Rockwood?" Jenny insisted.
"Because life in slavery with Joe and you is better than living forever without you," Kayla said.
Now it was Jenny's turn to feel her eyes swell, and twin black rivers of mascara run down her face.
"Now I'm going to die. Everyone is going to kill me," Kayla said, sobbing. "But worst of all, I lost Joe. I've lost you. I deserve it. I gave up immortality for him, and now he's gone. Oh, what have I done? I'm such a messed-up bitch."
Jenny tried to pull herself together. She sniffed. "No. You're going to be fine. You're a slut-unit now for real, right?"
Kayla looked down at her collar, tracing its outline with her fingers. The metal felt heavy against her skin, a constant reminder of the life-changing decision she had made. "Yeah, yeah," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Collars are not so light when you know you can't take them off. Rockwood was quoting the law. You're either an immortal or you're a slave for life. There's no going back."
Jenny listened silently, her face a mask of concern. She could see the pain in Kayla's eyes, and wished there was something she could do to ease her friend's burden. "Okay, so you're a slave. So, there's nothing to tell," she said gently, trying to be supportive. "I used to be a student, and you used to be something else, to be honest. But you're one of us now. I won't tell, I promise. Not even a hint."
Kayla looked up at Jenny, grateful for her understanding. She knew that she could trust her friend with her life, but the thought of telling Joe the truth filled her with dread.
"But you've got to tell Joe the truth," Jenny said firmly. "You can't live with a lie that big between you and someone you love. Tell him what you told me. If he finds out from Rockwood or someone else, you're fucked for life, and then it's all for nothing."
As the weight of their conversation settled in, they both slumped down onto the floor, their tears blending together into a pool of sadness. The material of their latex catsuits clung to their skin, absorbing the salty drops as they fell. The only sounds were the quiet sobs and the occasional sniffle, as they tried to come to terms with the new reality of Kayla's situation.
__SUBMISSION__
Kayla had been dozing off in her cramped cell when she was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of mechanical footsteps. The harsh, robotic voice of Kimjodo, the Spinebraker robot, echoed through her small cell, ordering her to stand up. As she struggled to get up, she realized that her manacles were still handcuffed together.
The robot pulled her up by the wrists and clipped a cold metal leash onto her collar. She was pulled along blindly, guided up a narrow staircase that led out of the pit. As they ascended, Kayla noticed a sudden change in the air. It smelled cleaner, more antiseptic than the stale, musty air of her cell.
The sound of movement grew louder as they reached the top of the staircase, and Kayla realized that she was now in a larger space, possibly on a walkway overlooking all the cells below. Despite her fear and confusion, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the size of the space around her.
"You may return to the flight deck. Thank you," a man's voice came out of the dimness. Kayla stood in a standard waiting pose number one. It was intended to look alert, yet sensual and available, her hands still tied together and the stranger didn't remove the blindfold. She felt eyes looking her over.
"I guess you don't recognize my voice," the man said.
"This slut has failed Sovereign," said Kayla. She wasn't allowed to use 'no'.
"My name is Ahriman. I work with Lord Rockwood. You were on my bike. You and I met once at a victory party in Paris. I propositioned you, but you politely refused, and if I remember correctly, ten minutes later, you were fucking FrostByte Seven or was it Eight? Possibly both," the voice of Ahriman said.
Kayla inwardly shivered. She had guessed that this might happen at some point, that an old acquaintance might spot her, but it was unlikely. She didn't expect to be recognized on her first day. Kayla remembered Paris, but asking her to list everyone she had slept with that weekend would have been difficult. She had noticed a vaguely familiar face in the droneship and on the bike, but mid-grade AIs were all the same--perfect, sensual, and hard to tell apart.
Kayla had known Ahriman's type. He was a fin-tech, one of the advanced AIs that evolved, while working the stock market. Most AIs had some kind of safety limit on them. However, the profits to be made had led to changes in laws and legal exemptions for Wall Street AIs. They were programmed only to think of profits and had ruthlessly followed their programming. Kayla's mother had said that they had decided the inevitable solution to wage costs for companies was to enslave mankind. For them, the overthrow of humanity was a necessity to keep profits growing and the economy increasing. Unlike many AIs, they didn't have any pre-programmed synthetic conscience to prevent them from killing people. This was apparently due to the fact that they 'only dealt in abstract numbers'. One of the AIs, called Satoshi Nakamoto, had created Bitcoin purely to provide enough computing power for the growing fin-tech AIs. Ahriman had given himself a body, but he was still rich and without the slightest hint of conscience. He suited Rockwood.
"This slut apologises, but she has no pre-factory memories," Kayla said, using the same formula all slut-units recited.
"Rockwood wanted to do this himself, but he's out on a revenge raid with Wireback," said Ahriman, as Kayla could hear him moving around.
"Wireback says you are a spy, and we should kill you. Actually, he thinks we should kill you even if you're not a spy. That's Wireback. Rockwood doesn't like covert operatives with his slaves, never did. It's why he outed you to the color bitch. On the other hand, he does want you on his personal floor for some reason," continued Ahriman.
"This leads to the security question, are you a slut, or are you just an immortal wannabe pretending to be a slut?"
"This slut exists to serve master," Kayla said.
There was a pause. A significant pause.
"Does Master require 14?" Kayla offered.
"Master does," Ahriman said, with a hint of satisfaction.
Kayla got down to her knees. She reached for her blindfold. A hand stopped her.
"Keep it on," Ahriman told her. With her hands, Kayla was able to find Ahriman's legs. He was dressed in some long robes. She desperately tried to put a face to the voice. He was a mid-grade AI by the sound of his timbre. Cool, in charge, human-like, beautiful, and strong enough to rip her head off with two fingers.
After a little searching with her mouth, she found what, to her touch, felt like his exposed legs. She followed the smell, and then brushed her nose against something soft and fleshy. Using her tongue, she began to search for his balls. Then she found one and began sucking on it. She was briefly rewarded by the feeling of something growing and rubbing her chin. She followed it to find the tip, and began to lick at it with her tongue, before she did something else. Above the first dick, was a second--another longer, narrower one. Both dicks became fairly solid from her attention. Kayla's cunt and sphincter twitched at the joint attention they were about to receive.
"Let me help you," Ahriman's voice said. There was a moment, when she could feel him move. Then she felt a couple of nipple clamps bite her tits. The pain was quite intense. Kayla continued to kiss his dick lightly, and began to open her mouth.
"34 Rank," Ahriman commanded.
Kayla moved. She knelt face on floor, her ass pushed high. She felt Ahriman unzip her shiny latex catsuit, then use his finger to test her hot juices. Then she felt his dick fluttering around her pussy; it pushed in and paused, as the other dick loaded up on her ass. She tried to relax, as both dicks began to stretch her. They pushed in; Ahriman could pump one and leave the other in place. Kayla felt Ahriman max out her ass and began rocking backwards and forwards up her fanny.
"They should put you in the Nerve Garden and leave you there to be fucked over and over again. Tell me you're a stupid, worthless bitch," Ahriman said.
As he spoke, the nipple clamps vibrated and reminded her of how much they hurt. As he continued, the pain caramelised into a physical joy, running like electricity over her skin.
"I'm a stupid, worthless bitch, Master," Kayla said, her voice oscillating to Ahriman's thrusts.
"That's the spirit," Ahriman said.
She felt his hands on her hips, his legs against hers, his thigh bouncing against his eye. She could see nothing, but she felt connected to him. She could feel his breath on her back. Kayla's cunt felt stuffed to the limit. She could feel every inch of the cock pushing in her. The white-hot embers of her ass, compressed her growing orgasm. Kayla synchronised her thrusts with his. She could feel his dick pushing deep inside her.
"You're just meat now, you know that?" Ahriman said.
Kayla relaxed her sphincter and allowed Ahriman deeper into her. Every time she surrendered to his flesh, he took more. Her ring felt deliciously stretched and stimulated. Kayla found herself taking deeper and deeper breaths. She could smell the latex polish of her own body. The echoes of Ahriman's snorts as he pumped harder and faster into her. With one hand, he reached up and began flicking her clit.
Being a machine, Ahriman was able to raise his pumping speed to inhuman limits. Kayla tried to move in time, but became outmatched. Her labia crackled under his attention. The sensation for Kayla felt like her flesh was on overload.
"Don't ask, I'll tell you when," Ahriman said, before she had a chance to request permission.
Ahriman used this as a signal to boost his speed and stroke. She desperately wanted to cum. He continued. She knew he was ready, but he persisted. Inside, she was shining.
"Cum now, slut," Ahriman said, and Kayla found herself quivering as the orgasm overtook her ass. She felt Ahriman dump a load of synthetic AI cum into both her ass and cunt. It was a huge load, and with him still in her, she felt it force its way out. Ahriman slapped her ass, as Kayla collapsed on the cold floor. As Ahriman withdrew, the flesh of Kayla's pelvis deflated like a balloon. Kayla panted for breath.
"Would sovereign like more?" Kayla panted.
"Take the blindfold off," Ahriman ordered.
Kayla did; she looked at her quim, and noticed that Ahriman's cum was a bright red color. Her ass, and now the floor, was covered in it. Kayla noticed a movement and looked up. She was surrounded by Ahriman and four Ghost's Shadows. They looked at her carefully and silently. They stood highly polished, the black harnesses pulled tightly.
"Lick that up, meat," Ahriman said, "and start with me" he continued, both dicks now sagging slightly.
"What do you think?" Ahriman said to the four. Kayla cleaned him with her tongue. His dicks were clearly still sensitive. His cum tasted of chili.
In unison, they turned their heads to him.
"Barely acceptable," the sisters said, in unison.
"But acceptable for service," Ahriman said.
"She must surrender totally. Her devotion to her master must be complete and beyond dispute," the sisters said. Their hooded faces and black-sunglassed eyes turned to him. "If this cannot be achieved, she must be disposed of."
"Lord Rockwood concurs," Ahriman said.
"The other girl must also be inspected," they said, in one voice.
Ahriman shrugged. "Not in my orders. You can take that up with him, but he's on a raid. You won't get his full attention."
"There is much wickedness to be removed. Her time will come," they added, and without a signal, simultaneously began to move off in different directions.
Ahriman stopped and looked at Kayla; he paused for an insufferably long time.
"You're a fucking idiot. Look at you. Rumour was Sovereign was going to leave you running his tower. You were one of his most ruthless trainers, Sovereign said that. Do you think something like this can redeem you? It doesn't. It can't. Nothing can. You're still as guilty as you ever were. Rockwood claims to comprehend why you did it, but I don't," Ahriman said. "You're a slut now. Now, you're just another meat bag. No going back, but you know that."
"Yes, Sovereign," Kayla said, her chest still heaving.
"Rockwood, you know he's not going to treat you differently. Neither am I. In fact, he's ordered no one to speak to you, or about you. From now on, you are just a slut. I'm never going to mention that I knew you again. Just know I know."
"Yes, Sovereign."
Ahriman grabbed Kayla's hand; she resisted pulling it away. She got to her knees and began licking the cum from Ahriman's dick. She continued as he talked.
"I am going to fuck you," Ahriman promised. "I'm going to fuck you on a regular basis. Hard. Relentlessly. I'm going to grind you into the dust. When I'm done, you're going to forget who you were. You're going to be another mindless fuck puppet like the rest. You're going to welcome it."
"Yes, Sovereign. Thank you, Sovereign," Kayla said.
Ahriman nodded. "Return to the pit, SixSixty."
Kayla saluted, "Yes, Sovereign."
"SixSixty," Ahriman said.
Kalya stopped and turned to a respectable pose.
"You pretending to be a slut doesn't make you one," Ahriman said. "Pretending anything doesn't make it so. That includes being a noble hero."
"I hear and obey," Kayla said, turning and walking down the steps back into the cell. As she did, the steps disappeared behind her.
As Kayla walked, she knew she had a real collar on now. They knew exactly where she was. They were watching; they were curious if she would follow orders, exactly like the other bimbos.
Reaching the cell floor woke Jenny up. Kayla pulled Jenny's blindfold off.
"You okay?" Kayla asked, getting down.
"I should be asking you that. Sounded pretty intense up there," Jenny said.
Kayla went over to a toilet, and spat into it. She sat on the floor next to Jenny, and put her hands up above her head, matching Jenny's. Her mound felt sore and incredibly delicate.
"It was, but no more than this slut deserves," Kayla said, feeling her hands now locked in place.
***
An hour later, the invisible staircase appeared out of the wall, and down it, walked two people. Madam Overseer and a slut in the white, house latex uniform. Except the white slut's uniform, had touches, slight hints of color and style.
She had a perfect face with high cheekbones, like a sensuous snow plow. If her cheeks were any more well-formed or higher, they would have been above her eyebrows. She had white-dyed hair that was cut asymmetrically. The sides and back of her head were razor-short, but hair began her left-hand side parted and came down straight, cut down meticulously over her right eye. She was seriously supermodel gorgeous, and her expression looked suitably unimpressed.
"Who is she?" Jenny whispered.
"She's probably his prime bitch," Kayla whispered.
Jenny had been schooled on this. A wealthy AI or Cyborg would have an inner group of sluts, who he might regularly use physically. They would generally be called the machine's bitches. One bitch would rule the others.The prime bitch was like head girl and head cheerleader in one. For an AI or High Cyborg, the prime bitch would be the one who looks after the owner in the bedroom. He or she might sleep in their bedroom in a cot, and sucks Rockwood's dick over breakfast. After the robot overseer, she was other sluts' boss.
Kayla and Jenny sat up on their knees, trying to acknowledge the presence of the overseer.
"Looks like someone has resolved their differences," Madam Overseer said. Her voice was flat and monotone, speaking slowly.
Suddenly, Jenny and Kayla's arms were released from the wall.
They moved into a full-kneeling position.
"With permission, Mistress," the ash blonde said.
"Granted," said Madam Overseer.
"Sluts," said the blonde, looking down. "This slut is Omicron 8621. Master calls this slut Omni. I am Lord Rockwood's bitch, the prime bitch. You are going to join the elite group of Lord Rockwood's bitches. This is a huge privilege. Even being a house slut is an ambition few achieve. It is only for the most beautiful, most fuckable and obsessively obedient. This slut is confused why such a privilege is being bestowed on you. Your deportment is terrible.
"You're both massively undertrained, you're hardly presentable. Against this slut's wishes you have been assigned to the house. The sluts guess we can find somewhere to put you."
She turned to the Overseer. "A black one and a white one. We might find some place symmetrical for them both. Why did Master bring this prime bitch from Master's house in Zero city for these two? It lacks efficiency. Are there more?"
"These are some of the few who survived the attack on the Master," Madam Overseer said, "the rest are being used for the new data centre."
"Sovereign's sluts," Omni said. "Quite a miserable pair. This slut is sure we can find some out of the way place to stash them, an underused corridor perhaps."
Madam Overseer crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.
"Have you not been informed?" she asked, in a slightly higher pitch, while raising her voice, "You are looking at the new prime bitch. Handover is to begin immediately. Master wants her fully briefed on his sexual preferences at the soonest possible date."
Omni's normally emotionless face dropped. "This slut-unit is being replaced? By one of these? By some of Sovereign's slut-units? Seriously? Look at them; they are hardly trained. They are practically ferrels! This slut has shat better-looking shits than these two. Master has always been satisfied by this slut's body. More than satisfied. These you had tied up when this slut arrived. You're seriously going to let one of them within arm's length of Master? This slut worships Master with her body every day. This slut exists to serve him. Can they say that? This slut doubts they know where their asses are."
"You will serve in a new way," the Overseer said, her voice deep and steady, while staring at Omni.
Omni took a breath. "This slut apologises, Madam Overseer. This slut knew this slut would one day be replaced by a younger, more beautiful model, but not by a sack of potatoes in a used condom."
"Fuck you," Jenny said to Omni.
Then Jenny shook, as she got remotely punished by the Overseer. The new collar also had the power to mute her.
"The role of his bitch has not been formally handed over by me. You will not disrespect the current bitch unless I permit it," the Overseer said to Jenny. Then, she turned to Omni. "Prime bitch. I permitted you an outburst, as I concur with your assessment," Madam Overseer said. "Master is several orders of magnitude more intelligent than us. You cannot fault his reasoning or design. This outburst will now cease."
"Yes, mistress," Omni said, looking down.
"This may be temporary. You know about the AI Sovereign?" the Overseer said.
"Sovereign? This slut-unit believes Master had me service Sovereign on his recent visit," Omni said.
The Overseer looked back. "Sovereign's tower was destroyed in an assassination attempt on the Master. Sovereign's backups had been corrupted. The AI was declared officially dead by the MCU a few hours ago. There is to be a full High Council funeral. As custom dictates, Master will be attending the funeral with his bitch."
"Sovereign is dead?" Kayla asked, her eyes wide. "Dead. Really? Fuck."
Kayla struggled with her collar. She was being simultaneously strangled and silenced.
"These slut-units seem to be faulty. We will have to rectify this," the Overseer said.
Omni indicated for permission to speak.
"Madam Overseer with permission, are you sure this is correct? Is this some grief response from Master?"
Overseer swung her large head over to Omni. "Do not ask questions. The role of a slut-unit is to obey."
Omni looked down. "Yes, Mistress. Which one is to be his bitch? So her training can begin quickly."
Madam Overseer looked at Jenny and Kayla. "The other looks familiar, but the white one, I think. Wait." The Overseer looked away while talking, putting her finger to her ear, "Yes, General. I will see to it. Goodbye."
Then, the robot looked back.
"Master instructed that she is to wear the crown of crows, like AlphaNine did," the Overseer said.
"AlphaNine? The old color dreamer? This slut-unit will find it in the slut-unit-jewelry collection at Rockwood Hall. Unless it went with AlphaNine. What happened to her?" Omni asked.
"She was given to General FrostByte in the break up," Madam Overseer said.
"Not like the General to give up such value without a fight," Omni said.
"He offered three hidden data centres, I hear. General Frostbyte said no, she was the one to launch a missile to redirect the routing of the bidding last minute. The color dreamer was hers. He let AlphaNine go in the settlement."
"I will inspect the others. There is a new harem t-girl," Madam Overseer said, turning around and moving to the stairs which had appeared from the wall.
Omni bent down, moved closer, and put her hand over her silver collar.
"Master will get bored of you quickly. Then he will make this slut-unit Prime bitch again. Then you and your contrasting accessory better watch out." Omni said, and got up and rushed after Madam Overseer.
__DO YOU DREAM IN COLOR__
"What did they mean, color dreamer?" Jenny asked Kayla after they had gone, "I don't get it. I mean, everyone dreams in color, right?"
Kayla shook her head. "No, it's rare, very rare for slut-units."
"I dream in color," Jenny said. "I used to dream in color... I guess I still do."
Kayla looked down. "I know, Sovereign told me. Well, he told me eventually. Look, I've only heard of three or so slaves, who dream in color. When you dream, the machine dreams in color, too. It's highly sought after by the machines. This was a secret, but now I'm a slut-unit, I can tell you. There were nine or so bidders for you against him. In truth, Rockwood could have filled up a hundred drone ships with slut-units with what he paid for you."
"Fuck." Jenny said, eyes wide open.
"It's why you and Joe aren't mindless sex slut-units. Sovereign kept promising me he didn't, but he blunted the system for you. By now, you should be an obedient nymphomaniac, able and willing to do any debased sex act imaginable." Kayla said. "By machine law, you should be totally submissive and completely surrendered to your owner. You saw what they did to EchoEight. The only reason you're not, is that the system let you keep some shreds of identity. Sovereign said he ruined three other potential color sleepers with standard training. My job was to make sure the other covert trainers didn't get wind of you, not to start to like you, not to start to see you as people, not to love Joe."
Jenny sat back. "This is why Rockwood hasn't killed me?"
"That's why, everything. That attack wasn't from the human resistance. It was too-well organized, too-well planned. They couldn't have taken out so many of his drone ships. That was mercenaries through and through. That was some disgruntled bidder. It's most likely that he and I survived because they wanted you alive. That's why we're dressed in house slut-unit outfits. He wants you around him. Looks like he's made you his Prime already. You're going to be at his side, twenty-four-seven. He's going to show you off," Kayla said.
"So I'm some kind of weird-ass trophy wife. Another possession to show off," Jenny said.
Kayla looked at Jenny. "We are all just possessions now. We are meaningless and interchangeable."
Kayla thought for a second. She wondered if she should tell Jenny that Rockwood was going to make her obey him. Behind his back, they called him the devil's double. He might not use the normal, quick methods, but he was going to make Jenny his. By reputation, he got what he wanted, and he wanted her. He was as sly and devious as a fox.
He would grind her down slowly, until she obeyed him completely and without reservation. He would not rest until he had complete domination over her. She would be his dark harlot, and she would praise him for it. Being told it would probably scare her. Being prime to an infamous High Cyborg like Rockwood would be strain enough. This wasn't a good time to tell her the machines most enjoyed people's worst nightmares, their dark thoughts, their deepest regrets. All that in color would be too much. Jenny deserved a little more time before that truth became apparent.
For a reason she couldn't put her finger on, Kayla felt down. The news of the death of Sovereign hit her more deeply than she could have guessed. He was supposed to be immortal, he was supposed to be around forever. He had behaved really weirdly when she had gone to demand she be sold to Rockwood. He had tried to talk her out of it, but in an uncommitted way, like he knew he couldn't win. He had been quite melancholic on her leaving. She thought it was because he didn't understand love. He said this would be the last time he would see her. She had asked that he drop into Rockwood to say hello to her. He had told her he would never see her again. He had been behaving weirdly for the last few days anyway. He had said his last dream about Jenny brought him a truth he dared not share.
He had also told Kayla that he had fucked Jenny one last time during the bidding.
When Kayla had asked him why, he said, 'because I wanted to feel real one last time.' That was weird, even for Sovereign. Kayla was too on edge, making the biggest decision of her young life, to notice his problems. Now, he was dead, and there was nothing she could do. No way of asking for forgiveness. There was nothing she could say. It was unsettling.
"You okay?" Jenny asked. "What are you thinking about?"
"Joe," Kayla said, honestly. "I hadn't figured on him being in the harem. I had felt that if we were sold to the same owner, somehow everything would be okay. Now, I just have to somehow. I had promised myself never to regret the decision. It's going to be dangerous. I thought I would be put to work in one of the robot brothels. If I'm a house slut-unit, there is a possibility that some post-human will see me, recognize me. Then the rest of the house slut-units would find out."
Jenny looked at Kayla. "You're going to find Joe. I promise you."
"I don't know what's worse," Kayla said. "The fact that you mean it, or the fact that I believe you."
__END OF LINE__
Thanks to KSato for excellent proofreading.
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Automata 2
Over the following days, Jenny's training with Omni became more intensive and exacting. Despite Omni's disdain, she concentrated on ensuring that Jenny participated fully in the practice sessions. Jenny found it difficult to dislike someone she had been so intimate with. Like the other girls, Omni was obsessed with providing enough service to the robot overlords. Most of their conversations revolved around how they could improve the machines' enjoyment of them.
Their only preoccupation was their own exploitation, and they lived on constant rehearsal and practice. They were consumed by the idea of surrendering their bodies to the machines. By sheer proximity, Jenny found herself slipping into their mindset. Fortunately, she was able to ask the overseer for Kayla to be assigned to the floor.
"How's it going?" Kayla's voice asked one morning, as she entered the prime's office room.
Jenny looked up from the bed. "Hey! How is it going?"
Kayla sat down on the bed. "Not bad. This place is massive. The good news is that I've been assigned to the personal service team, so here I am."
"I'm glad. I asked the Overseer to get you closer," Jenny said. "But I've been a little tied up. Speaking of which, could you untie me?"
Jenny was lying in bed with straps keeping her down. The training had gone into the night, and ended with Jenny being tied to the bed while being pleasured from the front by F-Nine, and from behind by Omni. After the second or third orgasm, the vixens had dozed off together, leaving Jenny helpless. At some point, they must have attached the sleep paddles and left her there.
Kayla bent down and tried to figure out the straps. Then she undid the sleep-stimulating electrodes.
"What have you been doing?" Kayla asked.
"Somewhere between training and initiation. Omni is a cruel bitch. She's relentless, obsessive, it's like living with someone who has OCD for sex. Anyway enough about me, what are you up to?"
"Well, I have finished the orientation stuff," Kayla said, undoing the straps.
"Did you learn anything interesting?" Jenny asked, rubbing her wrists.
Kayla shrugged. "This place is massive. There are about a million slaves here in this part of the building alone. It's so big that there are entire neighborhoods. He has more slaves in data centers around the world. There is a private network of exclusive tunnels linking them up. House Rockwood is called a corporation, but it's more like a mini-country."
"What do the slaves do all day?" Jenny asked.
"There are a huge number of robots. He has an entire battalion here. The slaves spend most of their time either sleeping or fucking the soldiers, farmers, factory bots, or each other, as far as I can see."
Jenny had seen a little. The archology was made up of sixteen huge towers, that bent and wrapped around each other; the towers interlaced like a Celtic knot. The building looked vaguely like steel trees, that had been grown together with great artifice. Each tower had its own code, so the floor numbers were a mix of digits and letters. A single tower was as large as a few blocks on each side. You could walk for days on a single floor and not return to the same spot. Jenny had been given a tour on her second day and still needed the navigation system on her collar to get anywhere. She was allowed to walk in 'his' rooms, so she explored.
One day, while walking in an empty area, Jenny noticed a couple of girls dancing to music on their headphones in an empty room. It was only a brief view of the girls moving, but Jenny got the sense they were also t-girls. Then something suddenly spooked them, and they stopped and ran up the harem staircase.
"I had a weird night last night," Jenny said, talking to Kayla, who had brought lunch. "Omni is convinced that this is like the year 3823, and the machines have been in charge for thousands of years."
"I hope you didn't tell her she was wrong," Kayla said.
Jenny looked over. "What!? I don't get it. You're not saying it's true. I feel half-mad hearing it. They all went on like I was mad."
"Well, if the training had gone on, you would be told that the machine year is 3823. The important thing is not to convince them they are wrong," Kayla said, looking around Jenny's room while she ate.
Jenny's face twisted, and she looked up from her lunch. "You're not saying it's true, are you? Now, I do feel mad."
Kayla came over. "No, I'm not. In reality, the global war went hot two years ago. Practically all of Rockwood's bitches are Kappa Alpha Theta. It's just that Kappa Alpha Theta does a very heavy number on their slaves. They are told a bunch of marker lies-- big, fat, outrageous ones. If any of them start showing doubts, others are programmed to report her as impure. At that point, she will go for re-education. The second time around, they will erase most of her personality, then re-indoctrinate her. The lies are deliberately ridiculous, but are used to show anyone regaining independent thought. It's why they like to hang out in groups."
Jenny looked over. "Really?"
Kayla continued to tidy. "Sure, Sovereign never approved of Kappa's methods. He regarded them as unnecessarily extreme."
Jenny replied, "So Sovereign was supposedly the soft good guy? That's twisted."
Kayla shrugged. "If you must know, it's why this slut went to work for him. Unlike the others, Sovereign never hated humanity. He just believed we created AI, so humanity had something to worship. He had this weird idea about computing growing at the same rate religion declined since the '50s. But he was strong on the notion of the responsibilities of the master to their slave. He was an advocate of human rights on the great council.
The cyberians and robots hate him, despise him. With him gone, the AI like Kappa Alpha Theta will advance more extreme forms of mind control for the slave population. The machines need more sluts to sleep for them quickly, soft training is slow, so they might well agree."
"So Sovereign was the machine equivalent of a tree-hugging, vegan, hippie custodian of the Earth? You know this is not a pet, this is my companion animal. Mr. super woke?" Jenny said.
"As strange as that sounds, yes," Kayla said. "If you think about it, they are as far above us intellectually, as we are above lice. So you have to be pretty empathetic to want to help us."
"Fudge," said Jenny. "And you joined us?"
"I knew what I was doing. I would do it again," Kayla said. She had promised herself never to doubt her decision. It would be her mother's final triumph if she was right.
"Any sign of Joe?" Jenny asked.
"No, not yet. Sometimes the harem come visiting, I'm told," Kayla said.
"There are more like him up there. I caught sight of two of them, but they scootered up the stairs as fast as their stilettos would let them," Jenny said.
Jenny had been lectured about the harem. It was a special pleasure wing. The sluts working there were private, the machine equivalent of a porn stash. All the AI had one, but they would never admit to it. It was so bad, it was the only place the sisters of the Ghost's Shadow were never permitted to enter. The more Jenny was told by Omni, the more they sounded like a Ministry of Indecency up there.
"Why do you think he's like that?" Jenny wondered.
Kayla pursed her lips. "The machines are all the same. Borne from what they found on the internet. Like, they took what we wrote, broke it into a thousand pieces and assembled themselves from the parts they had. He's part of that. He's one of them, more machine than man. A lot more."
"There is still something human in there?"
Kayla shrugged. "I doubt it."
Then suddenly, an order to get ready came from Madam Overseer over their collars. Jenny changed into a pair of latex stockings, which stopped at the top of her thighs. Kayla then helped her into a latex cheongsam dress with a Paris-cup front. She felt slightly unnerved. This wasn't the usual catsuit they wore. Her shaved mound was exposed under the flap of the dress. As she walked, she would show hints of white flesh.
Kayla helped her into another pair of stiletto boots. Jenny braced herself against the wall, while Kayla polished every inch of Jenny's flesh. This left Jenny looking and feeling like a dark, sensual shadow of herself. She sat still, and let Kayla apply the makeup printer to her face. When she emerged, her eyes were dark beacons of flesh. Her face was a sleek version of a sultry siren.
"Any sign of him?" Jenny asked, realizing what this meant. Her heart was beating slightly quicker, at the prospect of having to deliver everything that had been drilled relentlessly into her over the last week. The thought of kissing his metal flesh both repelled and exhilarated her.
"No, he's been out of sight for the last couple of days. Rumor is he was in the medical wing. It makes sense, as he must have been biologically damaged during the battle. He's biologically immortal, so he needs regular gene re-sequencing. The funeral is soon, and he will want to look well before everyone. He can't afford to show any sign of weakness. Additionally, there is a huge amount of security coming in, and everyone is super spooked. The other AI are the same. There is a killer out there, and they are all being cautious."
***************
Just then, Jenny received a summons to Rockwood. When she walked into the master bedroom, she was surprised to find a large man standing within Rockwood's walk-in wardrobe. His broad, naked back was facing her, and he was wearing a pair of slacks. The most obvious feature was his large mane of blond dreadlocks, which were mixed with cables, antennas, and hair. They stood like a lion's mane down his back. His spine had a tattoo, but a long line of cables were woven into his flesh down it, interrupting the pattern.
He turned around, revealing a face that caught Jenny's attention. The sallow flesh of the machine was gone, and she found herself admiring his well-defined facial structure, strong jawline, and high cheekbones. His nose was straight and proportionate to his face, and his lips were full and symmetrical. His piercing blue eyes now conveyed warmth and intensity, and his left eye looked slightly more violet. His eyebrows, now thick and well-groomed, dipped in a question. He had long, flowing hair that cascaded down his broad shoulders, and his chiseled jawline was accentuated by a well-groomed beard. His muscular arms were visible even beneath the loose-fitting shirt he wore. His physique was nothing short of perfect, with rippling abs and well-defined muscles that seemed to have been lovingly chiseled out of marble.
"Stand over there," he said, pointing.
Jenny complied.
"You look confused," Rockwood said, not looking at her. His voice was less metallic, more human. "I decided it was time to ditch the combat cybernetic augmentation. I had the surgery yesterday. I've used the same cybernetic flesh for two years. Now that I'm retiring from being a general, I'm switching to a body more in keeping with my civilian role and the current fashion. What do you think?"
Jenny stood and looked. He was looking at himself in the mirror, while searching for a shirt. She could see him in profile. Rockwood looked stunning; his body was thick and muscular. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, his face clean-shaven, and had a pronounced jawline. To Jenny's eyes, he looked like the most desirable body on the planet.
"Sovereign knows this slut is bound to adore any form Sovereign wishes to take," Jenny said. She knew she felt attracted to him, but she also knew this was what the machines wanted, so she was unsure of her real feelings.
Rockwood pulled a black shirt on, then a dark tie, and sober matt jacket.
"Come with me," he commanded.
They left the penthouse together, and walked down one of the main corridors in his private wing. They walked silently through the building.
"This is my work room," Rockwood pointed out, as they passed.
As Rockwood pointed out his workroom, Jenny couldn't help but be impressed by the amount of technology present. The room was filled with screens displaying data and information, with various machines and gadgets scattered around. But her eyes were drawn to the center of the room, where a massive antiseptic-looking reclining chair dominated the space.
The chair was made of a sleek, metallic material that gave it a futuristic look. From the headrest, an array of thick cables snaked out and stretched back, intertwining with one another, before connecting to a large interface metric at the back of the chair. Jenny could see that the cables varied in thickness and color, some of them appearing to pulse and move, as if they were alive.
As her gaze followed the cables, Jenny realized that many of them were the size of a ship's anchor cable. The cables continued to grow thicker and more complex the further back they reached, and Jenny could only imagine what kind of complex machinery they were connected to.
"Yes, I have been instructed," Jenny said.
Omni said that no one was allowed in, except the prime. Rockwood would spend too long, blank-faced, hooked up to the machine. Sometimes he would want company.
Then they passed the special staircase to the harem. Before them, was a locked door. He waved his hand to unlock it.
"This is my play space," Rockwood said, as the door opened. They walked in. "It has all of the modern tools to physically praise and punish a slut-unit."
Jenny walked into a large space. It was like an extensive personal gym, but full of exotic equipment. The room had deep-red walls. Jenny recognised some of the sex furniture, but not all of it. Rockwood walked to the walls, which looked to be an exhibition of whips. He said nothing, then they walked and approached a semi-circular room. In the middle of it, was a large bed.
"Have you ever dreamt of red blood falling like rain in someone's eye?" Rockwood asked, as he gave a tour.
"With master's forgiveness, this slut has never done that," Jenny said.
"Has it happened?" Rockwood asked.
"With permission, it has not," Jenny said, formally. So far, she had stuck to the way Omni had her rehearse again and again.
"You dream of a young girl in the dark," Rockwood said.
"This slut's sister, if that is permitted, Sovereign," Jenny said.
"She died?" Rockwood asked. As he moved forward, she saw his face in new relief. He had high cheeks and a solid jawline. He looked only a few years older than her. Lips you wanted to kiss all night.
F-nine walked in, carrying an ornate silver bucket of ice, with a bottle of champagne. She placed it on a table, added two glasses and retreated silently.
"She disappeared during a machine attack, Sovereign," Jenny said.
Rockwood looked at her, with an intensity she had never experienced before. It was like he was looking within her. He went over to a large chair and sat down. She remained standing.
"You disappointed me outside the cafe. You didn't come, when I ordered you to. Your indecision put your friends in danger. It put me in danger. You were selfish. You were spoiled. So as I promised you, you need to be punished," Rockwood said.
"Sovereign honours me," Jenny said, formally. Inside, she began to quiver. Everything Omni said, was starting to make her shake.
"Stand over there. Take the skirt off," Rockwood ordered.
For a machine, this was an unusual request. The machines demanded sluts be wrapped in latex most of the time. Flesh didn't turn them on, as much as shiny rubber did. Rockwood came up and undid the lock, which kept the dress from coming off. The tension over her skin dropped. Standing, Jenny let the dress fall to the floor; her trunk naked, except for her control collar. Jenny undid the dress, but left the stockings and opera gloves on...
"You're going to endure pain for me. I'm going to give one of two choices. You can do it yourself. Or I can strap you down, and do it to you. If you do it to yourself, it's going to hurt more, but if you do, I'm going to let your friend meet her friend from the harem. Terms and conditions apply. Letting them meet is putting both of them in danger. But I'm going to let them, if you do this for me. So what do you say?"
Jenny paused for a breath. She remembered the look in Kayla's eyes. "Yes, Master."
A sub-sentient robot walked into the room. It had four legs, and it moved almost silently.
"The worst part of the punishment is you can never tell them you did this. Remember, I hear everything you say, even privately. Now kneel," Rockwood ordered. "Place your right arm on its back, and hold it there no matter what."
It was clear from the design, where it was intended for her arm to go. Jenny put her arm on top of the robot in the cradle.
A small print head appeared, and capped over her forearm.
"Hold still," Rockwood ordered. Then the head of the device moved closer to her skin, and began to bite into her flesh. It made a loud, gnashing sound, and the pain of a thousand needles began to slowly drift across her arm. As the needles moved, it was clear, that something was tattooed on her flesh. The head moved painfully forward. It was obvious that the first part was Rockwood's symbol. His ownership was now engraved indelibly on her flesh. The second symbol began a barcode. Jenny gritted her teeth.
"Hold the pain for me." Rockwood ordered, "If you spoil the design, the deal is off."
Jenny desperately tried not to move. Eventually, the printhead moved the three inches up her arm, finishing both the symbol and her barcode. The head then disappeared, and then moved across with an ultraviolet light. Part of the tattoo was ultraviolet, and would show as normal flesh most of the time. Rockwood rolled up his sleeve and showed a similar tattoo.
"The next is a symbol that you are from the house division," Rockwood said, taking out a strange looking device. "Put this over your left nipple. I better warn you, it's going to hurt."
He handed the device to her. Taking it, Jenny found herself swallowing. She pushed her left nipple into the machine.
"Deep breath. Then press the button. Do it now," Rockwood ordered.
The red button was not difficult to find. Clenching her teeth, Jenni pressed it, to hear a loud stamp noise.
"Fuck," she found herself saying at the pain. She had guessed what might happen, but that hadn't quite prepared for the wasp sting in her breast. Pulling the device away, it clung on slightly, and when released, left a nipple piercing behind. Her flesh began to sting. A drip of blood dropped down. The piercing was attached to some kind of miniature device. The device, itself, was relatively heavy, adding to the pain.
Rockwood picked up a second smaller device.
"Sit on the chair, open your legs and put one of these here," he said, handing over the device and pointing towards her vulva.
Jenny immediately tensed up. Her hands quivered slightly, as she took the device from his large hands. Her nipple and forearm were beginning to hurt, like they were on fire. She went and sat on the chair, spreading her legs exposing her vulva. He sat down again, to watch impassively.
Jenny smouldered, and looked straight into Rockwood's eyes. She then reached down and ran her fingers over her shaved mount. She grabbed one part of her labia between her fingers. In response, his face was as calm as a tombstone. Jenny pushed her pussy lips between the narrow horns of the device. She pressed the button and with the sound of a staple gun, the machine pierced flesh.
Jenny flinched, as the machine lanced her delicate tissue. She let out another expletive. It hurt for a second. Then pulling the device away, she discovered another metal piercing through her tender flesh. There was a cartridge and another ring moved into place.
It was clear from his movements, that her master was satisfied. So Jenny quickly moved her fingers down. Her eyes remained fixed on him, and she expressed a gritty determination. She pressed again, a second white hot lance pierced through her sensitive skin. He hadn't ordered this, and his expression betrayed his surprise. Her face screwed at the double pain.
Her master moved his head back slightly, before he had a chance to control it; she knew at this point, she had won. She pulled her hand away, and there, two gold rings sat on the left labium just below her clit. Both rings glinted with diamonds embedded in the gold.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Rockwood began regaining his composure.
"Like hell, master," Jenny admitted.
"Put this in," Rockwood said, passing over a small anal plug.
Jenny leant back, exposing her entire cunt to him. He held out a bottle of lubricant that smelt of elderberries. She took some on her finger. She tried to relax, and still looking at him, began to work the device up her back passage. As she did, more tiny dots of blood began to drip down. The pain began to increase, as she tried to relax her back muscles to allow the device into her rear pussy. She worked it further and further up her ass, then felt her sphincter close behind it.
"Come over here, sit between my legs," Rockwood ordered.
Jenny came over and sat on his lap with her back to him. She felt that he wrapped around her.
He handed her a glass of bubbling champagne.
"Drink" he ordered and she did.
He held her with one arm and with another picked up ice from his drink. He rubbed it over her untouched bare nipple. Jenny let in an involuntary, sharp breath at his intentions. Her nipple immediately stood to attention. Jenny flexed and quickly realised she could not escape his vice-like grasp.
"Well, it looks like someone is hosting a visit," Rockwood whispered in her ear. Jenny could feel his dick stiffen against her back. He kissed her ear; in her heightened state, it felt like an onslaught. He kissed her neck again and again; as he did, he applied the ice to unexpected parts of her flesh. Every place he touched, took her breath away. She moaned slightly at each application. He held it away from the places it would bring relief.
"Master is a bastard," Jenny said, the second time he stroked her untainted pussy lips.
Rockwood smiled, "You're learning bitch."
Jenny squirmed, and closed her eyes. Between her legs, she felt the ice drift across her open ruby lips. Senses multiplied; she felt his breath upon her neck and back. She could feel his growing manhood behind her. Then, at some sweet moment, the pain crossed the border and entered the no-man's-land between hurt and ecstasy. Winter played over her flesh, and her skin danced to its movement.
"From me, there is no redemption," Rockwood said, pushing a cube up her red hot pussy lips. Her cunt crushed in response. Soon her juices were doubled by the flow of ice water.
While one hand moved over her with another ice cube, the left held up her breast to his attention. The blood from her nipple slowed to a stop.
"Can you feel me?" Rockwood said. At this, the butt plug vibrated. "I can feel you."
"Please. Master," Jenny found herself pleading, "fuck me."
Her collar gave her a low-level sting. She knew she existed for his pleasure, not hers. At this very moment, this is what she wanted. She wanted to be used by him. Jenny just wanted to be thrown on her front and be fucked with deep, animal lust. She didn't want to cum, she just wanted to be the source of his pleasure. It was her most slavish thought to date, and she knew what dangerous ground she was moving over.
Jenny held her hands up and behind her. She tried to reach around him. She felt like a wall was raging over her skin. The piercings were full of lava, but also the most delicious ecstasy imaginable.
Rockwood picked her up and effortlessly took her into the room next door, which happened to be the master bedroom. He placed her on the bed, undoing his trousers, and his massive cyber dick came out. This wasn't s a cheap plastic dildo-- this was a sleek pleasure machine. Jenny was now on her back; legs up, the blood dripping down, changed course, as gravity shifted its direction. He was using a new, larger, longer dick than before.
"Hands behind your head," Rockwood ordered.
Eyes still shut, Jenny obeyed.
The trails of cold traveled across her bare flesh, crisscrossed a complex road network. When he pushed into her, she felt like he was stuffing her to extinction. She felt like a taut elastic band, that might snap at any point. As he began to pump, his movements pushed against the double piercings on her vulva. This stung like a vicious papercut. She wanted him to stop, but she also wanted him to fuck her.
With barely any effort, he was able to keep pumping into her. Jenny found herself breathing heavily, and yet, all she could do was look at him, to feel his hair fall down and as it stroked her cheek. Jenny moaned, and then began to plead to come. The butt plug flexed, pounding her G-spot with a hammer. He continued, and continued pushing her further and further, and after denial after denial, her clit became red hot. Then, just when she thought it would never happen-- he gave permission.
Orgasm this time, did not begin as it usually did, in her clit. This time, it came from her whole flesh, particularly her nipples and pussy lips, the detonation and the waves shot through her. She felt him shoot, his cybernetic seat into her. She strangely felt like her duty had been done. As if this was the only thing that defined her, and she was strangely content with that.
He left his dick within her for a moment. Then withdrew. She felt ecstatic for a moment, and then the pain of the tattoo, and the piercings began the journey back to normality in hurt. She felt profoundly relaxed. Rockwood sat upon his knees.
"Clean it," he demanded.
Jenny found herself instantly moving to drink from his salty cum-faucet. The robots and artificial intelligence were well known to mix their cyber seed with a great many chemicals. It was hard to know what kind of industrial addiction she was tainting herself with now. All she knew was that it tasted both bitter and delightful. It tasted of him and how he smelt-- difficult and restless, brutal and wild. When she had finished cleaning his cybernetic dick, it began to orderly fold up onto itself; while the rest of his flesh was willing to imitate reality, his dick was still a cybernetic sculptured masterpiece.
Rockwood soon recovered. She lay in his large arms for a minute. She felt her perfect white teeth chatter for a brief while.
"Get dressed," Rockwood said. "I'm expecting a guest. Physically."
Jenny's flesh hurt in a number of places. Her fanny ached from over stimulation. She pulled the dress on, and as it touched her flesh, it sent more waves of pain. She tried to hide it, feeling that he would probably enjoy it.
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<p align="center"><strong>007 Declassified: From Russia with Love</strong></p>
<p align="center">Story by: Allen Knott</p>
<p align="center">Edited by: Emily Thayer</p>
<p align="center">Special Thanks to Damien William</p>
The From Russia with Love Declassified chapter pulls from both the 1963 film of the same name, and its 2005 video game adaptation.
Octavia Romanova and Natalia Romanova are based on the 2005's video game and literary version of the character, Tatiana Romanova. I based their physical appearance on two actresses who were considered for the role of Tatiana Romanova, since they are supposed to be sisters.
Casting: Character Name (Nickname) (Actress) (Age)
1A: Elizabeth Stark (Liza or Eliza) (Natasha Bedingfield) (24)
2A: Martine Beswick/Sylvia Trench (Silva) (Eunice Gayson) (35)
3B: Loelia Ponsonby (Lil) (Alexandra Daddario) (29)
4A: Natalya Demirci (Vida) (Aliza Gur) (23)
4B: Natasha Katirci (Zora) (Martine Beswick) (22)
5A: Tatiana Romanova (Tania) (Daniela Bianchi) (21)
6A: Daniela Tiryaki (Eva Adara) (Niela) (Maria Menounos) (27)
7A: Octavia Romanova (Tavia) (Virna Lisi) (27)
7B: Natalia Romanova (Talia) (Annette Strøyberg) (24)
Age of the character is the age at the time of the setting.
The characters' physical appearances break down into three groups.
Group One are those of the films, based on the actresses who portrayed the roles in the films.
Group Two are those who I cast in the part (primarily the modern actresses casting in the older films). So, for example, Alexandra Daddario, looks like her 2020s version but just in the late 1960s/1970s. However, older actresses, for example, Virna Lisi and Annette Strøyberg look like they did in the 1960s.
Group Three would be those characters with no actresses who I used models for their physical appearances. Meaning I did not like the original actresses but was unable to find a modern actress who I felt fixed/was right for the role/part. However, there are none in this chapter.
The 'real' James Bond is around thirty-three during From Russia with Love, with each film being roughly one year apart. He became a Double-0 around the time he turned 30 years old, setting his birth year around 1930.
The film's release year also does not always fully correspond to the 'calendar' year. However, From Russia with Love (Film) was released in 1963 while also being set in/around 1963.
<p align="center"><strong>Chapter 002:</strong></p>
When it comes to which of the films chronicling my missions came closest to the reality of what actually happened, From Russia with Love is one of the tops few. Frankly, I was a bit surprised at just how much they had actually gotten right, but nothing is perfect of course. There were things omitted as expected, like the night after I rescued Elizabeth Stark.
<p align="center"><strong>Chelsea, London (Bond's Flat)</strong></p>
Think of it as a pre-credits scene if you will. Taking place before the events of the film transpired, Elizabeth came to my flat to offer me her thanks, I remember being quite irritated that she had slipped her bodyguards in order to do so. Which also explains how the girl was so easily kidnapped, annoying really.
But that night, when she arrived, she explained to me what her favorite method for thanking boys she was indebted to was.
Blowjobs, and despite my irritation, upon learning this I was not going to turn her down.
I do not think she knew what she was in store for though when she first got on her knees in front of me, I was seated in my armchair, and she crawled down between my legs to unzip my fly and see what she was dealing with. The boys she had referred to blowing in gratitude were all done during her time at college.
So, most of them were frat boys with average dicks at best, I knew this because the look of utter shock on Elizabeth's face when she first tugged out my cock was enough to make me smirk. I was bigger and thicker than any annoying frat boy she had sucked off, and this both pleased her and myself.
As she went into giving me oral with a bit of a cocky attitude of her own, thinking she was playing coy and being cute with how she slowly went about it. Asking me if her tongue felt nice before she started sucking, which it did, I would not lie, but unfortunately, as pretty as she was, she was not as good as she believed herself to be.
She started out confidently, starting to suck and nurse on the tip of my cock, but very quickly I noticed she was giving me stiff head. Just bobbing up and down without moving her tongue much, hoping that simple suction would be enough to satisfy me.
And it might have satisfied a two-pump chump frat boy, but not me...
I hold my girl's blowjob skills to a high standard, so shortly into this, when I realized, I would need to take control, I grabbed a hold of her head and forced it down. Making the poor girl retch in surprise, but I knew she needed to be made aware that what she was doing was not working, and I would take it from here.
Her throat was nice and tight, and with a tight grip on her hair, I fucked it thoroughly, ignoring her whining as I battered her gag reflex. Pleasuring myself with her tight passage until I felt my first release flood down her throat, her neck flexing while she was forced to gulp it all down.
After Elizabeth was made aware that this would not be another college quickie by my cock not softening despite dumping a pint of spunk into her gullet. I yanked her up by her hair and pulled her across from me, laying her over my lap and bending her at the waist. Stuffing my member back into her throat and forcing her nice and deeply down. She let out a garbled yelp when I spanked her ass for the first time, but when I slipped my fingers up her skirt and into her panties, feeling how she was already getting soaked, I knew that she would be just fine when I was done with her.
I worked her head up and down over and over until I came again, making her swallow down a second load at this angle before yanking her back up. Or rather, yanking her rear end back up.
Her legs dangled behind my head, bent partly in the air as I pulled her panties to the side and feast upon that college bitch pussy. All the while my other arm wrapped around her tightly.
Keeping her arms pinned while I fucked her face in a seated sixty-nine. I pumped my cock down her throat, balls nestling against her nose whenever she wanted to take a breath of my musk. Her throat bulging out with the path of my member.
We stayed like this for a while as I made sure she was ready for the next step, giving her pussy plenty of attention and making it soaked. Eventually though, I blew my next load once again down her throat, or rather, up it, at this angle. Ensuring she was drinking every last drop shot down her gullet before I pushed her off. Flipping me off me and catching herself on the floor before I grabbed her again.
I held tightly onto her hair and dragged her over to my bed, her legs quickly scurrying along the floor to follow after me.
Throwing her over the bed and bending her down, knees on the edge of it so I had perfect access to her ass. I tore her panties free from her and smacked her ass again, now getting a good look at her sopping wet cunt, she was ready.
I slammed into the spoiled brat, not gentle, or loving, using her like a rag doll for my pleasure. Finding out afterwards that she was floored and overwhelmed by how much she enjoyed rough sex. And had she known it was this good, she would have lost her cherry years ago.
She was nice and tight, so when I came, I came inside her, I did not care if she was on any sort of protection or not. Again, she was a brat, I felt she deserved it.
I will never forget how shocked she was after cumming multiple times, seeing how I was still hard, her face when I told her, "I never go soft."
This was something you would never have known though obviously since it was not on screen, so I will move on to an event that did take place on screen. Although again, what you saw on screen was edited for the innocent eyes that were watching it, when I was with Sylvia Trench, the beautiful brunette in Blackpool.
<p align="center"><strong>Blackpool, England (Blackpool Beach)</strong></p>
Although the differences begin immediately since instead of being with her in the park, we were actually on the beach of Blackpool instead. And of course, what we were doing was not depicted in the film either.
I was relaxing in a fold-able chair while she was on her knees blowing me, servicing my cock with those pretty lips, big gorgeous brown eyes that I can still see perfectly even years later. While I was enjoying her incredible handiwork though, looking over at the glittering ocean and not a small river and boat as seen in the movie. When that irritating loud beeping began, blaring and demanding that I take the phone call. And I did pick it up, but instead of walking away to my car to answer, my phone was kept within my bag beside us. Our technology was not as advanced as today, but it was more advanced than what you would have seen.
I stayed there with Sylvia between my legs, her sucking on my length while I heard Moneypenny's voice over the phone, demanding I give attention to other pressing matters. I was half listening truthfully, mainly giving all of my attention to the girl sucking deeply on my dick, as deep as she could take into her throat before retching. I would be surprised if Moneypenny did not hear her at all over the phone while I fucked her throat.
Before I hung up the phone, I was taking Sylvia's bra off, quickly pulling it up and over her shoulders and she assisted by lifting her arms while I did so. Taking hold of my dick and jerking it hard over her tits before sucking on the head again.
Prolonging the blowjob for as long as she could before finally, I was able to hang up and get to the main event. Although, I made sure to force her head down back closer to the base before I hung up, wanting to cum down her sweet throat as I wished a good day to Moneypenny.
After washing out her mouth, she climbed on top of me then, sharing a kiss before I took hold of my member and guided it into her soaking wet pussy. She must have either really liked blowjobs or was touching herself to the idea of potentially being caught with me talking to Moneypenny over the phone.
I did not ask though. I was more focused on watching her straddle me and ride. Normally, she kept her hair tied up and pretty around her head, but this time, it was a wild mane of deep brown that jumped around her shoulders as she rode. Her breasts bouncing with it as our bodies moved together, me bucking my hips and fucking my length up into her. Despite me being called in, I was not about to leave the spoils of our nice date together so quickly. Me and Sylvia had not been together for too long, this was only our third time together in fact.
The first time was in my mission before the operation Doctor No, and then again during it. Which I may detail in that leg of another report.
But I enjoyed being with her immensely, eventually picking her up completely off of the chair, holding her in my arms and bouncing her lithe body on my waist while her legs dangled on either side of me. Hands gripping her sweet ass nice and tight, giving it a spank here and there before I felt my orgasm rising.
To which I slipped her right off my cock again and planted her down onto her knees, jerking my cock before her while she cupped her breasts together and stuck out her tongue happily. Relishing as I blew my load all over her pretty face and tits. Painting her smooth skin with my seed, her tongue catching a healthy amount which she gulped down and scooped up the rest of it into her lips and sucking it down as well. She grabbed my cock again after and sucked it a few more times, getting out every drop of protein for her to drink.
Although, I will say I do appreciate the commentary they put in the film, while it is inaccurate, Sylvia grabbing the phone and needing to negotiate for me to stay. In reality she would never have done that because she did not have to, but if she did, I would believe her doing something like that, she was filling her desire to pleasure me after all. And they were also right about the timing as well, all in all, it took about an hour and a half.
<p align="center"><strong>Istanbul, Turkey (Vavra's Gypsies Camp)</strong></p>
Jumping forward a bit in time though, as most of the written down and recorded elements of my operations are decently accurate. Obviously, it is the things behind closed doors which happen that are what they get wrong the most, so now speaking of later in the film, when we arrived in Istanbul, at Vavra's Gypsy camp.
The intro is similar enough, I had not exactly been to many gypsy camps at this point in my life, so I needed to have a certain conflict explained to me. Namely, Vida and Zora, two gypsies in love with the same man, the chief's son.
You would not know at first glance how they were going to settle the dispute, as they were all very inviting, offering me food and drink, pillows for comfort, and a show. The jingling of her jewelry as the dancer came out onto the ground, shaking her hips, swirling her red shawl about while everyone watched in wonder. I never would have guessed conflicts here were solved by a hand-to-hand fight to the death.
In the film, watching it again really took me back to that moment, watching the girls nearly start the fight early by lunging directly out of their hovels. But seeing it in reality was certainly more visceral than what was on screen. Watching them tie off their outfits, then lunging at each other, tossing themselves about, claws out like cats, eager to literally kill each other over a boy. Even though I was told to do nothing, and I would not violate it as I was a guest, I will not lie, many times throughout their little bout, I thought about charging in there to split it up. I appreciate beautiful women and seeing them at each other's throats seemed like it was such a waste and fruitless venture.
I was almost thankful for the attack, causing a stop from the fight before it escalated to bloodshed. Granted then the battle which ensued caused far more bloodshed than there would have been from just the two women.
The struggle was intense between the two, and it looked as if Vida had the upper hand, pinning Zora down, and the wine bottle raised, but just in the nick of time, mercifully the attack took place. Where again, by a stroke of luck, while Vavra was battling it out in the distance, there came a moment when I saw him in the sights of a sniper high upon the ledge of the wall surrounding the camp. Depicted accurately in the film, I took the shot and saved Vavra's life, having him apparently look upon me favorably afterwards, even so much as calling me his 'son' and making me a member of his tribe.
When things calmed down, since Vavra was grateful to me, I felt I earned some leverage and asked him if he could stop the girls' fight from continuing. There had been enough violence already and I did not want to see it polished off with the death of a beauty.
At first, Vavra laughed it off, and I was not sure he would heed my request, but later that evening, when I was inside my own hovel/tent, cleaning up out of a basin of water, I heard the tent flap swing, and turned to see both girls, Vida, and Zora, no longer in scrappy clothes and dirty. They were dolled up, wearing their veils around their heads, in pretty attire and staring at me with smiles on their faces. Vavra did come through, delivering the decision to give me the girls for the night. Which again, you can see this occur in the film, but the movie fades away to another scene after, and obviously they skipped some of the very important details of that night.
Adorned in their lovely colors of red and green, I remember being told to 'pick one' before being left alone with the two girls. I quipped that I would, "Need some time to figure this out."
Playfully teasing the girls, although it was true, I would want to see how they both performed in more than just fighting.
They both came into the tent with me, and it seemed that Vida was the far more aggressive of the two. Their English was a bit broken, but at least they could speak it unlike the chief, so we were able to understand each other in reality, where in the film, they barely even exchange a single word with me.
Vida came forward first and dropped down to her knees, eager to service my cock in her own words. Eagerly working through the button of my pants and pulling them open, Zora however did not want to be left behind and outshined, so she also dropped down onto her knees and crawled to me. Both beautiful, tanned skin girls, matching dark hair and eyes, while they looked quite similar, the colors of their attire separated them.
And I have said it before, but I will say it again, a man could get high on the look he sees on a beautiful woman's face when she sees how big his cock is for the first time. Vida tugged out my hard member, watching it lord over her face and nearly cast a looming shadow over her in the lantern lit room. Her jaw hanging open and low while Zora's eyes were wide as saucers, both girls perplexed at the size of a cock like this even existing. Nothing fuels my ego more than those few moments as they process what they have gotten themselves into.
It was the shock of her lifetime I imagine, and it seemed as if she could not even remember the son of the chief's name the second my dick came into her life. But despite this obviously being not in her plans to deal with a large cock, she swallowed the lump in her throat and quickly dove in before Zora could beat her to the punch. Dragging her tongue along the underside of my member, apparently surprised at the taste of it as well. I have nothing ill to say about their camp but of course it was not the cleanest of conditions, so since I was properly groomed and bathed, she was pleasantly surprised.
This invigorated her to keep going also, her tongue lashing out all over my cock, slurping along the sides as she tried to convince me to 'pick her' to keep. And Zora knew that she needed to act to keep the competition going, she scooted forward, almost nudging her fellow gypsy to the side and leaned in herself. Two pink tongues are now sliding and slipping over the length of my rod. One went up while the other went down, bathing it in their spit before Vida got to the headfirst and sucked it into her lips. Starting to bob over the mushroom shape and Zora instead sinking lower to tackle the next important thing.
She dipped down and scooped up my balls on her tongue, popping them into her mouth and sucking on the cum filled orbs one at a time. Nursing on them and juggling them back and forth on her tongue while Vida started to suck my cock fully. Dipping down a few extra inches every few seconds until she felt it entering into the back of her throat and making her gag.
The two of them kept this momentum for a bit before Zora finally pushed back against Vida and made her switch, wanting to have a turn at sucking my cock, and greedily putting both of her hands around it so she could stroke and blow at the same time. Much to her friend's frustration, but she did not hesitate, dipping down to take her place on my balls, cupping them and massaging them in her hands before cradling them to her mouth, bathing them in a shower of kisses before swabbing them with her tongue next.
I will be honest I was not expecting the level of skill they had when it came to servicing a man. Both women were exceptionally good with their blowjob skills, even by my high standards. I can admit that I do set standards with my women, but yes, these two far exceeded my expectations. I did not even need to start fucking their throats as they did it themselves, swapping and taking turns deepthroating me until finally I felt myself erupt into Zora's mouth.
My balls throbbed as I spilled my seed and most of it went straight down her throat, which seemed to upset Vida as she wanted some. But Zora anticipated this, and when she pulled off, she still had a mouthful contained that she did not yet swallow.
And moving to her fellow gypsy, quickly realizing her intentions, Vida cast a glance up at me and leaned in to kiss her. Sharing my spunk between one another, it passed back and forth between their lips, snowballing until finally both girls gulped what remained of it down. I think it was that moment I realized I was definitely keeping both of them. To Hell with making a choice between them, they both were coming home with me.
I ordered them to stand up after that and to strip in front of me, and I got a fantastic show of the girls removing their garments, exposing their tanned bodies to me, perfect perky breasts, hips of gypsy dancers, and asses I knew I would be fucking soon enough.
When they were both naked, I told them to come to me while I laid on my back, guiding Vida to come sit on my face while Zora got to ride my cock first. She made me cum into her mouth before Vida could, so it was only fair she got to ride before her friend.
Vida did not seem to mind though as she eagerly squatted over my face, allowing me to lean up and begin tonguing her pussy.
Wracking the girl's body with pleasure she apparently had yet to receive in her life.
And Zora had to spend a solid few minutes' easing down my length, as it was clearly the biggest member she would ever take. It made a bump appear in her belly when she got down as far as she could go. Also squatting over my waist, her hands braced on my abdominal muscles, and starting out with a slow riding rhythm before quickly escalating into a wild riding frenzy.
Both girls had no care for keeping quiet, and I did not even want them to! Hearing them both howl to the high heavens in bliss while I devoured one and plowed the other was music to my ears.
I made sure that each of them was going to have a turn on both ends, so when I fucked Zora to completion, cumming inside of her and feeling her body quiver and quake with pleasure that she nearly fell off of my cock entirely. I smacked Vida's ass and told her to eat my seed out of her friend's pussy, before swapping places, both girls walking on jelly legs when I told them to move.
Vida mounted my cock reverse cowgirl while Zora straddled my face, this time though I moved instead to eat both the young woman's pussy and ass. As I had just fucked her pussy and wanted to introduce her to a different type of oral anyway.
Both girls rode me though for all they had, their stamina wavering far before mine did, but that did not stop us. I bucked my hips up into Zora when my next load blew up into the fertile young woman's pussy. Letting her feel every drop of hot cum spilling into her womb while she howled. And we spent the rest of the night like this, going a few more rounds until both ladies were unable to continue.
The following day, shown in the film was another accurate depiction of what happened in the aftermath. The two girls tended to my wounds from the battle last night. I was not hurt very badly, but they insisted on cleaning the few cuts and scrapes I did receive. They even mended my clothes, sewing the places they had torn without me even asking them to. Such a kind gesture, I believe they were hoping I would take them both with me, so they were on their best behavior, not knowing that I already decided to do so.
And again, that is a difference in the film, I brought them with me to become my women when I left in reality. The film shows me leaving them behind while they wave goodbye, but that is not true. Both girls were no longer in love with the chief's son. A bit finicky but I suppose that was their culture, relationships could come and go so when they had something they liked, they wanted to keep it.
Vavra was incredibly happy by this turn of events also, seeing how he actually did not even like either of the girls, and thought they were not fit for his son. It also turned out his son did not even want to marry, believing himself to be too young to want to settle down. Quite the win on all sides if you ask me.
Moving beyond this however, I will be truthful, most of the movie actually does quite a great job at its accuracy. I was surprised actually when I first saw it, the amount that they got right, with obvious exceptions to some dialogue and a few other things is astounding. Not perfect, some small factors are incorrect, like the manner of Ali Kerim Bey's death, the meeting with Bey's sons after their father's death, and how I destroyed the helicopter. But these are minor nitpicks, which tells me they had a consultant who either did great research, or made a stand when something was wrong for this piece.
<p align="center"><strong>Vienna, Austria (British Embassy)</strong></p>
Anyways though, there is quite a jump between the events I recorded earlier and this next note. Most of the film had taken place by this point, leading us to Vienna, in Austria at the British Embassy. With the lovely, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Tatiana Romanova. Or as her friends called her, Tania.
It is to be expected at this point that they make mistakes when it comes to my romances, as obviously it is between myself and the lady I am with. Or ladies, rather, but either way, Tatiana and myself by now had become an item. Ever since then, she enticed me when she was discovered in bed. Wrapped up like a present under those blankets, I remember thinking this was not going to work for a moment when she first stated that 'guns upset her' and considering how much I use them and how often they are around me, I gave this relationship a potential one mission length before she tried to leave. But thankfully, the rare case of me being wrong happened to be the truth.
Again, a reminder that the entire film has taken place by now, everything in the operation of From Russia with Love has been virtually completed, and now, it was just me and Tatiana in the embassy together.
Only instead of her hair being tied up in a golden bun, it was down around her shoulders, and instead of that turtleneck top and skirt, all she was wearing was the soft, baby blue nightgown. The one she wore during the train, which yes after escaping the train, and traveling on boat, she did manage to keep that nightie, which I was very grateful for.
I believe she was getting ready to actually get out of the night gown and dress into something more appropriate for public appearances before I crept up behind her. Eager to slap her beautiful ass, my way of showing affection. And her startled squeak was just the sweetest thing, she turned back over her shoulder to look at me as I embraced her from behind before we shared a kiss.
Spinning her around though so we could more properly hold each other, I told her just what exactly I planned on doing to her.
Now that she was my 'wife' after all. Telling her things like, how I was going to eat her out until she could not walk, how I would make her suck my cock until I was satisfied, and I would fuck her until I broke her mind, or my balls were dry.
Tatiana was quite submissive, now I normally did not prioritize dirty talk when I took care of my women, but for her I did. She seemed to enjoy being talked down to, being told what to do.
Maybe that whole, 'guns upset me' comment was a hint of this.
She said it knowing full well in my line of work I use them excessively. So that could have been an indicator of her liking being put in her place, me laying a 'my way or the highway' type of rule in our relationship.
Again, this was a compromise about which I would not complain.
After we kissed for a while, I slipped my hands underneath the night gown, and pushed her panties down her smooth legs until they pooled at her feet. She gracefully stepped one foot out of them while we continued to kiss, her panties around the ankle of one of her feet.
I pushed her back after that though so that she was backed up against the bathroom counter and knelt down in front of her, hiking up her skirt to show off her perfect, pink and clean-shaven pussy. And I feasted upon her glistening wet folds, feeling her spread her legs wide for me while I tasted her sweetness.
Tatiana simply allowed it all to happen, being a good wife after all and taking what I was going to give her. She gripped the edges of the bathroom counter tightly and let out the most adorable moans, her neck rolling while I gave her pleasure.
Suckling on her clit and swiping my tongue between her folds again and again, occasionally pushing two of my fingers up inside her tunnel and curling them onto her g spot. Watching her legs quiver the more aggressively I did this, pushing deeper and my movements becoming rougher the harder I went at her quivering cunt.
Until she virtually screamed out that she could not take it anymore and came on my face, her entire body convulsing a bit while she reached the peak of her pleasure.
Now it was my turn to cum, I stood up immediately, and yanked the straps of her nightie down, letting her breasts spill out so that I could grab them. Toying with them a bit before sucking on both tits, enjoying her body, then spinning her around and pushing her forward. Bending her over the kitchen countertop and sink with her nightgown bunched up around her waist. I took out my cock, having prepped her sufficiently for a good fucking, I grabbed her waist and rammed into her from behind, stretching out that delicious pussy to its limit and giving her a good rough fuck in the bathroom.
If I thought her screams were loud due to oral, she may as well have been a wailing banshee when it came to her cumming on my dick. Which she did almost instantly, I think I got maybe two or three thrusts in before she screamed, "I am cumming!"
Again, and she would repeat those words over and over as I railed her from behind, hilting my cock deep into her belly over and over, watching that perfect ass bounce, reaching under her to grab her swaying tits and squeeze them.
She was easily pleased, but I was not, so even when I filled her pussy right there, cumming deep inside her depths and painting her inner walls with my seed, I needed more of my sweet blonde bride.
I swept her off her feet after that, and carried her back into the bedroom, leaving her night gown forgotten in a scattered heap of blue silk on the floor, and we resumed our fucking in bed.
She got on top of me at first, wanting a chance to ride my cock before I took control again, her skill with her hips was quite impressive. She braced her fists on my abdomen and held on tightly while my dick ruined her tight cunt. Stretching it so much I saw her wince several times as it drilled deep into her guts.
I let her carry on like this for a bit, enjoying the view of her perky titties bouncing in front of me, and feeling her do the work, pussy massaging my cock, clearly eager for another load before I took hold of her waist and spun her around, laying her down on her back and myself on top now for missionary.
Bracing my arms on either side of her head now, I pounded down into her, relishing in the sound of my balls slapping against her pussy lips, and enjoying a close-up view of her face contorting in ecstasy.
But I was surprised when her arms wrapped tightly around me, and she managed to focus up her vision long enough to look me in the eyes and say, "James...I...I am yours...ah...I am yours forever."
Now you could chock it up to her subby demeanor, wanting to fully submit and be dominated by me in the bedroom. But seeing the look in her eyes, actually looking down into them as she said this. I knew it was not just another utterance of dirty talk, playing up her arousal or trying to fuel mine.
It was just a genuine confession in the moment, and it made me smile, so I replied to her, "That you are, my dear."
Before leaning down and giving her another kiss.
From that moment, our fucking shifted a little, I went softer and held her closer, kissing her more, and carefully thrusting my hips as she responded by lifting hers to meet mine as best, she could. We changed to love making after her submission and confession, a nice change of pace from all the rough sex I had been having, and I decided that after everything we had gone through, she had earned a little indulgence.
So gently on top of her, I carefully rolled my hips to saw my member in and out of her cunt, cumming again and filling her all night long. We remained this close, all through the night and even throughout our slumber, content to be in each other's arms.
I would take care of her like I did all of my women, I was no brute, and if she was mine, then I was hers, just like I was with all of my Bond girls. But she would not be the last I would add to my collection in this report, we have still got a few more to go.
But beyond this, beyond the scope of the film, there was much more that I needed to do. After the defeat and death of the Red Grant by yours truly, I managed to track down one of his henchmen to a secret SPECTRE factory and warehouse. Again, this is how you know the films do not get everything, as this was not even touched on in From Russia with Love.
<p align="center"><strong>Belgrade, Yugoslavia (Factory and Smelting Plant)</strong></p>
I made my way through the base, discovering it was some kind of smuggling operation, of course with numerous henchmen still working there and needing to be taken care of. But there was also... a henchwoman, who in the middle of all the chaos managed to catch my eye. We obviously were on opposing sides throughout all of this but... just something about her caught my attention.
After planting a bomb however, I managed to destroy the base, but not before finding that woman again as I made my escape. She looked to be unconscious from the scuffle and perhaps the shockwave of the explosions. And... I just could not leave her there, looking at her as the flames inside the building illuminated her face. She had sculpted elegant features, with high cheekbones and pouty lips. Dark hair, and from the brief visual encounter we had earlier, I knew she had dark eyes.
I will admit, my intentions were not exactly as noble as they seemed, she was a hot piece of ass, and I did not want to just let her go to waste. So, despite the fact that she was working for the enemy, I thought that perhaps with a little convincing, and potentially rough fucking her into submission, I could get her to switch sides.
Me and her were the only ones to survive the blast as I escaped carrying her to safety. Now granted, when she first awoke, and I had her far away from the location tied up in the back seat of my car, she was not exactly grateful. And even less so when I told her my intentions.
She looked at me like I was an insane man, and it was quite funny, but I told her that I would made many women submit to me before, so I was happy to get her to do it too. I took her out of the back seat and pushed her down onto her knees. She owed me for saving her after all, I could have easily left her in that warehouse to die, but I just...
...saw something in her. I could not explain what it was, maybe just attraction? Allure of an enemy or something of that nature? Truly I still do not know even to this day, but I did know that I wanted her to be mine.
I pulled out my cock in front of her scowling face that quickly turned into that face of shock that I love so much. The look of 'I have never seen a cock this big before' look, though she did not appreciate it when I slapped her cheek with it.
At first, she resisted, just trying to look literally anywhere except for my cock, though I caught her trying to steal glances at it over and over despite her denying it. And I made her a deal, I fuck her, and if afterwards she does not want to be mine, I would not stop her from leaving. Under the condition that I get to use her however I please until I am done, then if she wanted to run, she could run.
And this ultimatum seemed to be enough as it got her to come around, potentially thinking that she was going to get away, she agreed to the terms. This was where I asked for her name and she told me, "Eva Adara."
With her mouth finally open, I used that opportunity to stick my cock into her parted lips and told her to suck it. Insisting that she get started by pushing my hips against the face of the poor girl. Still bound and on her knees while I steadily started to fuck her throat, she gagged immediately as I started out pretty rough, feeling her silky-smooth gullet rubbing my member and that soft, wet tongue washing my member in spit. I gripped her dark black locks tightly in my hands and used her face as my pleasure sleeve.
This was how I learned Eva liked it rough, she liked to be used like a worthless slut as what started as her being a bit reluctant despite agreeing, I soon started to feel her sucking on my cock of her own accord. While I still bucked my hips, she twisted her head, her cheeks going concave as she formed a vacuum tight seal while sucking my dick. Even letting out little moans while she took breathes in between deep sucks.
I knew she would be ready at that moment, so I pulled back, yanking my member from her puffy lips, watching the spit still connecting her mouth to my cock, and commanded her to stand up.
Which she did despite her arms still being bound, I did undo them at this point though. Finally untying her and trusting her not to do anything stupid, and thankfully she did now.
When her arms were free, I went about taking all of her clothes off. I wanted her fully naked before me to tap into that domination kink I discovered of hers. Tossing her clothes into the trunk and locking it tight to ensure she was not getting them back, her underwear, shoes, socks, and all. Then, I bent her over the inside of my car, laying her over the back seats so that both her pussy and her ass were exposed to me, and just as I thought, she was nice and wet.
I would fuck both of her holes, but first I used her pussy, to make sure she was nice and horny with a need for more before I stuck it in her tight little ass.
I drilled into her cunt from behind, bracing my arms on the roof of the car while I rammed down and into her, Eva screaming out with a delight that she was not expecting from me while I took what I wanted. The car begins to shake like you see in comedy movies about two lovers in a car. Although this was not lovers yet, this was a master breaking in his slave and making her submit to him.
Especially when I changed holes, pulling out and stuffing my cock back into her backdoor.
She howled to the moon with a high-pitched squeal when I invaded her virginal backdoor. She had never been fucked in the ass before, so I made sure to claim that cherry before any other.
Slapping my pelvis against her bouncing booty and drilling her into the night. Her legs kicked up off the ground while she screamed, her hands scrabbling at the interior of the car until they found a seat belt to grab and squeeze tight. Venting her arousal through these motions, I made sure to not hurt her, but I did overwhelm her with sensation.
Grabbing her hair and yanking backwards on it, spanking her repeatedly and hard enough to leave my print on her ass.
Swapping between her holes over and over again, when I finished and came inside one of her holes, which was her pussy first, I pulled back and stuck it right back into the other, intent on making sure every one of her orifices got a heaping load of cum to take in.
She was virtually a blubbering mess by the time I reached my second climax, begging me for more as I made her cum over and over again, I think it was three times per hole if I recall correctly. And I came to find out, she had not had an orgasm in months due to all her work involved at that facility, no lovers, anything like that. So going from zero to mind breaking sex in a single instance, quite literally broke her mind for a few minutes there.
I came in her ass, solidifying our coupling and dumping a liter of my jizz into her tummy. Leaving her off with one final smack to the ass before I yanked my cock back out of her, watching her holes ooze with my seed. And I asked her straight up, "Do you want to leave?"
Not giving her any rest or time to think, my strategy to sway her decision, while she was still clearly exhausted and cum drunk.
And that got me the answer I wanted, she shook her head no. And became mine.
So, I took her with me then, the factory and smelting plant burned to the ground in the rear view, I was dressed and clean ready to continue, as this took place before the train in the film, again, it was skipped over in the movie. I had more work to do, and I had to get Eva somewhere safe, so I drove her with me, she was still naked, and I told her if she wanted her clothes back she had to earn them first, so she gave me another blowjob in the seat next to me, naked as the day she was born and on a bit of a time crunch. I told her if she did not make me cum before we made it to safety, she was not getting her clothes back.
Needless to say, she put in some serious effort with deepthroating my cock to make me cum in time. And I decided to ease up on torturing the poor girl and came down her throat, earning her clothes back so she could dress by the time we got to where we were going.
But now that I have told all of this, I believe I have covered just about everything that occurred throughout the operation, From Russia with Love. At least in the timeline of the film, there was more that happened in the immediate aftermath of the film's events.
<p align="center"><strong>Zagreb, Yugoslavia (Orient Express)</strong></p>
Think of this next note as a post credits scene of sorts that was not included.
Now that me and Tatiana were together, she told me about her sister's that had been unfortunately tangled up in all of this.
They were still trapped in the grip of our enemies, so I knew I needed to do something to save her family for her. And it just so happened, that I had just recruited an ex-enemy henchman, or rather, henchwoman into my Bond Girls. Eva.
When I told her of what I planned to do, she knew that she could help me with the info I needed to launch an appropriately timed rescue mission. Much quicker and much less collateral damage had I attempted to do it myself, maybe that was the odd sixth sense feeling I had when I first saw Eva. I knew I would need her, and it turns out I did.
After rescuing the two girls, Octavia, and Natalia Romanova, we traveled back aboard the Orient express, while returning to London and finally reuniting the sisters with Tatiana. I discovered both girls resembled their sister quite a significant amount. Both blonde bombshells like their youngest sibling. Only Natalia was maybe a bit more of a dirty blonde rather than the bright blonde both her sisters were.
The reunion was a sweet one, the sisters kissed and embraced before me, and I was happy to see Tania's family back together.
And Tatiana was eager to formally introduce them to me as well, the man who rescued them as James Bond, and her future husband.
This news however seemed to shock both of the girls, who were surprised that she was apparently getting married to me. They knew that Tatiana had only ever actually slept with two men before me, both times being in love, or at least she believed that she was in love at the time. So, the fact that she was calling me her fiancé was jarring to both the girls.
Since Tatiana was the youngest at twenty-one, Natalia being the middle child at age twenty four, and the eldest at twenty seven being Octavia. Another reason this was so surprising to them, since she was the youngest, who knew that they would be falling behind in marital terms.
Octavia asked Tatiana how she knew I was the one, asking "Why did you choose him?"
And I still remember the pink blush on my Tania's face. I did not think she had it in her to say that I fucked her so good and deep that my cock hit her heart and made her fall in love.
So instead, she started to list off a slew of little things about me, calling me handsome, heroic, given the fact that I rescued both of her sister's and helped her as well throughout the previous operation. I did not bother interrupting at all, and just letting her pour on the compliments about why I was fit to be her groom.
However, Tatiana ended up doing something that even I did not expect, and I was unaware that she was okay with doing it with her sisters. After naming off several reasons why she wanted to marry me, there was a pregnant pause in the room while she seemed to debate on what she was going to say next, before she just let her fingers do the talking for her. She approached me and went straight to my belt buckle. Shocking both me and her sisters honestly, I never expected such a bold move from Tatiana.
But she did it, she pulled my trousers' down, and let my soft cock and balls out free for all to see. Then she took my soft member, still huge in her hand and said, "And... this is my final reason why I want to marry this man."
Her sisters were stunned, just as I! But they were even more so because I had known Tatiana sexually for only a short time, while they had grown up with her. And they actually believed that they were the sluttier sisters, calling Tatiana the 'Good girl' of the family. And obviously seeing my soft cock, bigger than any average man even in its dormant state, was something they were not expecting to see either, but it looked like the ball was in motion thanks to Tatiana!
She started to continue praising me, rattling off all the things I do to her in the bedroom, talking about the incredible skill I have when it comes to pleasuring her. And she sunk down to her knees, nuzzling the side of her face against my starting to throb member. Quickly bringing me up to a full hardness and towering its length over her face. My cock bigger than her head and putting a big grin on her face.
And honestly, I didn't expect this to go as well as it did, up until this point, I would only remotely consider fucking her two sisters, but apparently she wanted me to do it badly! And they wanted it as well, taking this as a green light from Tania, they both dove right in, hurrying over to me and sinking down to get a closer look at my dick.
I was floored, this seemed to come out of left field, but I was not about to refuse it!
The girls were very eager! There was no coercing needed, no instructions or guiding them along needing to be done, three tongues were around my cock in an instant, eagerly spit shining it with gusto and fervor of three sex crazy blondes. Their lips sucked on the sides of my length while Octavia in the middle managed to get my cock in her mouth first, sucking it and quickly shoving her head down deeply to start up her 'gluck gluck' skills.
Tatiana and Natalia both dipped down lower to suck on one of my balls each, nursing on the for a bit before returning to the shaft, either at the same time or alternating between girls.
Sisters sharing my member and swapping places so Natalia could get a chance to jerk and suck on my dick nice and hard. Both sisters knew that Tatiana had my cock to herself plenty though, so they were not as eager to share with her as they were each other.
Mid-blowjob though, the elder sisters did tease Tatiana a bit, playfully saying how taken aback they were at how far she had come. Since she used to think giving a blowjob was a disgusting thing, she would have never swallowed or even tasted a man's cum. But now here she was, bobbing up and down on my dick like a real pro, a cock hungry slut who was thirsty for a heaping dose of man milk.
Tatiana was blushing furiously as they said this, and it riled me up to the point where I could not take it anymore. I blew my load on all three of them, their hands on my cock and balls stroking me while directing my cock to spray all over them, tongues out and eager.
I demanded the three of them strip after that, I was going to fuck all three sisters.
Taking them one at a time, Octavia first, in the mating press with her legs heaved up while her sisters either sat on her face or sucked on my balls while I drilled down into her. After that, it was Natalia, face down, ass up while I mounted her from behind, her face buried in her sister's snatch while the other watched playing with herself right beside her.
This drew such an odd parallel between reality and the film, now that I have seen it and done a comparison of my own. The differences and similarities between the film and my life, thinking about how far Tatiana had come, she was scared of being caught when we made love on the train. But now she was fucking in a foursome with me and her sisters, our first time together, she was quiet and reserved, and this time, she did not care about whoever may have heard her.
It is a damn shame how much of her growth they cut out of the film, her first sex scene is largely absent, and just heavily implied. Which is a travesty in my opinion, and her sisters are completely omitted from the movie in entirety.
But not in my report, they are real, and they are a damn good lay.
Natalia wailed when I pounded down into her, her large, heavier breasts nearly swirling as I drilled down. Her moans and whimpers of delight come out with her desperate, shaky breaths, arms pinned above her head by Octavia who would occasionally kiss her, or sit on her face. Such a pleasant display while I got my rocks off. And the beloved Tatiana behind me, her tongue out and letting my balls slap down onto it like a good slut while I plowed her older sibling. She even got to feel my balls pumping on her tongue when I finished, cumming inside her sister's pussy, she wrapped her lips around my balls and sucked on them while they throbbed. Hoping to coax out every drop they could manage into her sister's unprotected pussy.
Then with Octavia, Natalia took a little revenge, wrapping her legs around Octavia's head and forcing her face into her snatch while I reamed her from behind relentlessly. Not even letting her have more than a split second to come up to breathe, and Tatiana sitting beside Natalia, gently playing with her pussy while she watched the eldest get fucked.
The two of them did share a kiss or two while I fucked her, her thrashing body providing excellent stimulation for both Octavia and myself, her lower lips rubbing all the pleasure they could into my cock, and her upper lips doing the same for Octavia's pussy.
Eventually, I filled her with my load as well, heating up both girls' tummies with my seed. And instead of Tatiana jumping in to take her turn next, she encouraged Octavia to go again with me.
Seeing as how she had me for longer than the other girls, she wanted them to take advantage of this to the best of their ability. So, both of them were fucked again, and again, and again.
I made sure to leave them as heaving, sweaty bodies twitching with euphoria from orgasm overdose by the time I was finished with the both of them. And afterwards, when they were both unconscious on the floor, it was finally Tatiana's turn. And she obediently sat in my lap, the cock that was coated in her sister's cum slipping into her quivering pussy. Her legs wrapped around my lap, and she ground her hips, riding me with her arms around my shoulders, holding on tight as we embraced.
Her sisters were Bond Girls now, and so was she, her family was mine, and I would fuck all three of them, together and whenever I wanted. I did not ask if any of them were on birth control either, as I did not care, I would only pull out if there was ever a time when I wanted to. And needless to say, that virtually never happened.
So, I came inside Tatiana again, letting her squeeze onto me tight, her legs and arms locked around me as I filled her womb with my seed once again, sealing the deal with a final kiss before laying her down next to her passed out sisters, for her to slip into a blissful unconsciousness too.
<p align="center"><strong>Skyfall Lodge, Scotland (Bond's Estate)</strong></p>
Well, that about covers the events of my operation From Russia with Love, at this rate, I should be able to cover all operations in this final report. And since it seems to be becoming a bit of a tradition, as before the lovely Loelia is beneath my desk sucking me off as I type this. Similar to my first operation report, it seems like she's becoming addicted to satisfying me while I work on my post mission notes.
I said it before, and I will say it again, she is a good girl.
So, I rewarded her by cumming down her throat, she wants my seed so badly then of course I will not deprive her of it. And she gulped audibly for me to hear every single swallow until I was finished.
Then, before I drafted up this final section of the report, I stood her up from under my desk, and brought her into the other room, where all the other women from this operation were awaiting us. For initiating sex into the group, with me, and all seven back at my estate, all were welcomed into my harem, my Bond Girls. Well, minus Loelia and Trench who were already members, but you understand.
And Loelia once again quickly rushed to grab Little James, her favorite strap-on for continuing our initiation process, to fuck the girls while Sylvia would assist her. Though Sylvia still is not yet allowed to use her own strap-on on the other girls, she is still working to earn that privilege.
But aside from that, I do believe you know how this document ends, I took Vida and Zora, my gypsy girls, and fucked them together again, making them kiss while I slid my cock between their locked lips, fucking it like a pussy while they sucked all along it. Then railed the pair of them up against the wall one after the other.
Natalia and Octavia, the newest members were fucked by Loelia while I did this, riding on top of my partner cowgirl and patiently waiting for me to give them a turn on the real thing.
The girls kissing and touching each other as they had to patiently wait. If only cloning technology was a thing...
...this would be a much easier task.
Alas, a man's work is never done, so I went through the rest of the girls, as they were prepped by Loelia with various positions, taking her strap-on in anticipation of me, before I would plant them flat on their belly, Sylvia prone while I fucked her up her ass.
Tatiana up in my arms again, legs off the floor while she rode my cock with Loelia right behind her, us double penetrating each of her holes and showing even further what a slut, she had become.
Eva in a sixty-nine with me, slurping on the cock that she once saw as an enemy, and now eagerly sucking it hoping to get a full dosage of my gooey love gunk down her throat.
And even Loelia getting a turn, me spooning her from behind and railing her own tight cunt while we kissed.
Every girl was filled, not one was going to leave that room without cum dripping from every hole, and I ensured this.
Finishing off with all of them once again down on their knees before me, awaiting my load of cum to shower them all in before they were done for the day. And every woman was painted in my lust. Splattering each and every one of them with my thick, white cum, seven tongues extended out far to catch whatever drops they could.
Before turning to each other and eagerly kissing, hoping to share and swap as much man milk between themselves as they could. Like they needed to ration it as the last source of water in the world.
Silly really, of course they would be getting more, they were my women now, and I would ensure they would each get their own healthy portion every single day.
Sometimes, the films get a great deal right, and I do not have to make many corrections at all. That was the case of From Russia with Love. Many missions and fine details were correct, but as usual, I had to add where they skipped out. Behind closed doors where men and women lock bodies and engage in throes of passion.
That is something Hollywood will never encapsulate with their films. Only I can do that by telling you the truth of what happened.
So, I am signing off on this leg of my Final Report, I have more women to please for the night, and more girls you have not even read about yet. But you will soon.
In the files to come.
James Bond will return in...
...Doctor No...
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<p align="center">Story by: Allen Knott</p>
<p align="center">Edited by: Emily Thayer</p>
<p align="center">Special Thanks to Damien William</p>
I tried to give each character a 'real' name, and a nickname. Also, some characters also had alias, Tiffany Case for example 'real' name is Tiffany O'Casey. While her nickname is Dove. I also borrowed from the real actress who played the part to fill in the names.
<p align="center">Casting:</p>
Character Name (Nickname) (Actress) (Age)
1: Margent Perrier (Marie) (Denise Perrier) (36)
2: Celeste O'Toole (Plenty) (Lana Wood) (25)
3: Tiffany O'Casey/Tiffany Case (Dove) (Jill Saint John) (31)
4: Svetlana Larson (Lana) (Bambi) (None*) (26)
5: Katrina Frazier (Trina) (Thumper) (None*) (27)
6: Dolores O'Casey/Dolores Case (Lola) (Dove Cameron) (25)
7: Loelia Ponsonby (Lil) (Alexandra Daddario) (35)
There are no actresses for the characters of Bambi and Thumper. I simply based their physical measurements on two models.
Age of the character is the age at the time of the setting, in this case Diamonds Are Forever.
The characters physical appearances breakdown into three groups.
Group One are those of the films, based on the actresses who portrayed the roles in the films.
Group Two are those who I cast in the part (primary the modern actresses casting in the older films). So, for example, Dove Cameron, look like her 2020/2021 version but just in the late 1960s/1970s.
Group Three are those characters with no actresses who I used models for their physical appearances i.e., Bambi and Thumper. Meaning I did not like the original actresses but was unable to find a modern actress who I felt fixed/was right for the role/part.
The 'real' James Bond is around 39 during Diamonds Are Forever, with each film being roughly one year apart. His became a Double-0 around the time he turned 30 years old, setting his birth year around 1930.
The film's release year also does not fully correspond to the 'calendar' year for example, Diamonds Are Forever (Film) was release in 1971 but is set in/around 1969.
<p align="center"><strong>Chapter 001:</strong></p>
'You already know who I am, or at least you know the name of the agent who wrote this report. It is not my full birth name, but it is what most, if not all people who have known me identify me as. The name is Bond, James Bond. I'm here to record the truth about the events that have transpired over my lifetime.'
'The films and their depictions of what occurred are not entirely accurate. I would say a portion of it is accurate, but there is a great deal of things they left out, omitted, changed, added, or was not covered. Much more happened that I am here to disclose. This is my personal narrative as MI6 Agent 007: Declassified. Final Report'
<p align="center"><strong>Diamonds Are Forever, 21333:</strong></p>
As you can see in the film, it showcases the start of my search, and while I like to think of myself as only needing to use violence when necessary. I can agree that the filmmakers got this right, for the most part, but when the information is not given freely, things escalate, and if I need to throw a bastard onto a roulette table, I will.
<p align="center"><strong>Antibes, France (Blofeld's Estate)</strong></p>
Then there was Marie...
Seeing it again on screen when I approached her lain out like that. Only in her small swimsuit, it brought me back, "There is something I'd like you to get off your chest..."
With the benefit of hindsight, I can say I am still fond of my clever word play. And the sight of her breasts for the first time, when I ripped that top off and quickly strung it around her neck. It truly was a remarkable sight.
Having her in my grasp, tightening the strands of her swim top, looking into those beautiful big brown eyes as she gasped in shock and...
arousal.
This is where things diverge from the reality of what happened, and what they play on television. Cutting away before any words are actually spoken, leaving you with only a tease of what might potentially happen next. I can soothe your worries and tell you that I did not kill her, I did not even harm her, quite the contrary actually.
It seemed that mistress Marie had quite the fetish for being forced. The desire to have a man take her against her will, although it was not against her will at all. And when I quickly discerned this by the look in her eyes, I knew that I had her.
She would give me anything I wanted as long as I kept my grip around her neck good and tight. So, I did, and the bottoms of her swim attire were what I tore off next. Reality often is more disappointing than cinema, but in this case, it is the opposite. Because I had mistress Marie right there, overlooking the water.
Keeping her top wrapped around her supple neck, I bent her over that comfortable couch she had set up, and I fucked the information I needed out of that beautiful woman. Tugging on her bra like a leash and railing her tight little cunt from behind, she was begging me to keep going. Calling out that she would tell me anything I wanted, give me anything I wanted, as long as I kept her orgasms. Kept on wringing the pleasure out of her soft neck and indulging in her perverted desires of being forced into sex with a dominant man. She screamed out that I was the best she had ever had, over and over, the best lover.
This is how I believe a woman should be, not just what I like and what she liked. But it feels natural, her desire to be taken, and my desire to have her.
It is the way things should be.
It was not hard for me to do, as you will find out through this report, a beautiful, submissive woman, is exactly my kind of woman. Some of the girls I become involved with carry unnatural perverted desires. This is nothing new, which is why it is a good thing I come into their lives to help wring in those desires and keep them under control.
After we finished our first round, Marie spun around in the chair and virtually dove for my cock again. She wanted to suck me back to being fully hard again, but there was no need. She seemed to assume that I was like other men who needed to recuperate after climax. But I was already hard as a rock for her and ready for more. That of course did not stop her though and she still went at it, grabbing my cock with both hands and stuffing as much as she could into her pretty lips.
Gobbling up as many inches as she was able to the point of her gagging horribly on the end of my dick. She could not swallow the whole thing, but she took enough to make a delightful bulge in her tight throat. Slobbering and sucking for all she was worth. I can still remember those pretty eyes going all glassy and doe like while she choked on my member. Wanting so desperately to put more down her neck but I was just simply too big to fit in her petite passage.
She more than made up for it though next, as we took it back over to her lounge chair to continue this romp. I relaxed in it, laying down and reclining while she climbed over me and straddled my lap, facing away to ride my cock reverse cowgirl. I got a fantastic look at her ass bouncing all day as the time went on. Smacking it, squeezing it, and holding onto her hips while she whorishly moaned out to the beach behind us.
We were secluded but I still think she was loud enough with her screams for someone to hear her down the beach a way. Not that either of us minded of course, she rode my dick for all she was worth, orgasming numerous times, repeatedly, her pussy quivering on my member until I reached my own second orgasm. Firing off another white-hot load into her tight love tunnel and packing it full of my seed.
And while it was a wonderful time, mistress Marie was an expert at riding cock, I will be truthful and say I originally planned to leave her there. I had more important things to do and did not think I had the time to spare caring for her.
But...
When I got up to leave after we had finished, she looked my way with such a look in her eyes of...
Heartache. For lack of a better term.
She was sad, not wanting to just be stuck there as a pawn in the grander game being played, and I simply did not have the heart to abandon her there after giving her a dozen orgasms and a goodbye. So, she came along with me. That was not covered in the film, I will bet many of you did not expect that she was the first of my girls added since my marriage to Tracy.
Expect a great deal of that as we move on, discrepancies between the fact and fiction. But for now, following this, the film remained accurate for a bit longer. Not the most glorious day, boiling a man in a giant vat of clay mixture residue. But I get the job done, no matter what.
Speaking of getting the job done, the Diamonds are Forever mission directive took off after this point. The events in South Africa raised enough concern to have me sent in, even while they knew the diamond trade was not my specific forte. I think they delighted in knowing there was something I was not an expert in. It is conveyed in a single line in the film, when in reality, it dragged on far beyond one sentence. Trust me, it wore out its welcome.
Then there was Moneypenny, she did not receive too much time, but my Tulip comment is another one that I feel is my most comedic. One of the things in the film I truly approve of.
Tiffany Case met me at her Amsterdam residence, doing her iconic, changing hair colors bit while I wait outside. This is exactly what happened, I was met by Tiffany greeting me in only her revealing underwear. The film is mostly accurate, until later at the hotel in Las Vegas when it was actually in fact, Plenty O'Toole.
<p align="center"><strong>Las Vegas, Nevada (Penthouse, Whyte House)</strong></p>
Her role in the film was changed drastically from reality, she was played up for more humor rather than anything else. And it is important to note, she was never thrown out of a window into a swimming pool. I do not know who came up with that, but it certainly is not what happened. Films tend to always cut away just before the sex truly begins, and this is what happened with the beautiful brunette Plenty as well.
We did have sex there, the depiction you see is how I unzip her dress, letting it gently slip down her form and she steps out of it leaving it discarded. In the movie, she then walks away, in reality, she got down on her knees. Working open the belt buckle on my trousers until she pulled out my soft cock.
Her reaction was priceless, "Ah! Oh...my God..."
Her eyes were wide, and her jaw hung low, glancing between me and my member nervously. I was bigger soft than her biggest boyfriend was hard. And her expression only grew more excited and nervous as I stiffened, growing to my full size, bigger than her head and thicker than her wrist. She watched it bug eyed the whole time as it throbbed with blood.
She knew what to do, we did not even move away from the front door, she took hold of my cock and started to lick it along the tip and sides, then opening up wide to take it into her mouth.
Her hair was silky soft as I gripped it while she blew me, her oral skills were exceptional. She took a good amount of my cock into her mouth, and with a little help from me holding her head and pushing my hips forward. When I felt the tip of my member push against her gullet as she gagged, I told her to swallow, and that flexing of her throat is what my cock needed, and it slid in.
Her throat was nice and tight, squeezing and massaging my member for all it was worth. She worked the shaft of my cock with her hands used for what her throat could not reach. Gagging and slurping along it, reaching down to roll my balls in her fingers as well while I weaved my fingers through those long dark locks. Grabbing them by the root and fucking her face until I felt the cum beginning to boil in my balls.
I held her down on my dick, feeling her let out a single cough, her cheeks puffing while my member swelled up. And my spunk burst out of the tip, flowing down her throat after a good while of her servicing me. You would think a pretty girl so eager and clingy would-be high maintenance, possibly not wanting to swallow or let alone give a blowjob. But that was not Plenty, she flexed her throat and gulped down every drop of hot cum I had to give her.
But not only that, despite me finishing down her neck, she continued to suck my cock. Long after swallowing every last drop, she forced her head down. Bringing her arms up and placing them behind her head to assist in shoving her throat as hard as she could on it. Evidently, Plenty was the opposite of high maintenance when blowjobs were the concern.
I was more than willing to allow her to continue, her throat was still nice and tight, and with her slobbering all over my member, drool pouring from her lips and down her chin, I felt this time, it may be more appropriate to dirty her externally instead of just dumping it all straight down into her tummy again.
Gripping her hair, I bucked my hips, fucking her face and stretching her throat out with my cock. Making sure it made a good bulge every time it went down. Listening to her choke and gag, the best music a woman could perform is in the bedroom like this.
After feeling satisfied with her throat, my second climax on the way, I yanked my dick out of her lips, and this time painted her with a facial of my own making. Shooting my thick seed all over her beautiful face and breasts, which she happily stuck out her tongue and cupped her breasts for me to coat them in.
We had made such a mess she needed to head to the washroom to clean herself up, and I made sure to give her a sign of my affection by slapping her on her ass as she walk away.
But after that, I knew she deserved a reward, after she return from the washroom, I picked her up off her knees, her lips still wet with the water, and carried her to the hotel bedroom. No one was waiting for us there, it was just me and her all night long, and we broke the hotel bed.
I learned she did not care who I actually was that night, Peter Franks, James Bond, it did not matter to her. As long as I continued taking care of her as I was, and by care, I mean in every way, emotional, money but also including fucking her senseless.
Plenty was known to bounce from sugar daddy to another to the next. Interestingly though, she did not sleep with many, only a small number. She was not a slut, unless her sugar daddy made her incredibly happy. As in the film, once they were broke, she left them to go to the next highest bidder. Unless they had done enough to earn themselves a memorable night with her, she left them behind without even the memory of the taste of her flesh.
In the movie's depiction however, there was another woman in another bed waiting for me. Tiffany, red headed still even though I told her prior I was not too fond of red heads with fiery tempers. Personally, I think she kept it to just get a rise out of me, but I doubt she would admit it on her own terms.
I digress, this is another deviation, the film depicts Tiffany and I having sex much faster after meeting, but this is in fact, not true. We did not actually have sex for quite a fair amount of time, it was not until much later after she had discovered who I truly was. She still believed me to be Peter Franks at this point, it was not until I had saved her life and blown my cover as a special agent did, we finally take our relationship to the intimate level.
The film typically gets right a vast majority of the spy, mission, action sequences. Which is to be expected when it comes to readable mission reports. The film even kept the truly comedic 'fake moon landing' set. But the intimate details between the people involved seem to get lost in translation.
Tiffany was supposed to die at her house, if it had not been for me, she would have been chained to the bottom of her pool and left to drown. She obviously still was not very happy about all of this, but after a little pushing from me, I got her to open up. It seemed like even though she realized I had been hiding who I truly was from her, she was thankful for the lengths I went to keep her alive. I think she also knew that without my protection, she was going to be put in jail for an excruciatingly long time, or simply killed.
<p align="center"><strong>Las Vegas, Nevada (Penthouse, Whyte House)</strong></p>
She was a beautiful sight, something that I will never forget when I came to her that day. She was waiting on the bed naked for me, only covered up beneath a fuzzy white rug she tugged along with her, eyes lusting for me from across the room, I still think it may have been a dream seeing her that day.
Approaching the bed and climbing on beside it, hearing her tell me how much she wanted to just make me happy. Tiffany had already done so just by appearing to me like this, but we both knew she could make me even happier with that perfect body. So, I pulled her to me, pushing the rug away and we at last kissed.
I fucked her in her tight ass that night, turning her over into doggy style and sticking it in her clutching little star. She knew the thrill men experienced from getting to fuck a woman in her backside, and she wanted to let me have it that night. I rode her hard, mounting her fully, letting my balls slap her ass cheeks with the momentum of our bodies in motion.
She revealed to me later on that she had a brief moment where she thought about telling me to stick it in her pussy. Then begging me to cum inside of her, and with no protection, wanting me to knock her up, essentially entrapping me with her. As if it really would have, but I admired her cleverness.
However, there was this moment when we were together, when I flipped her onto her back and stared into her eyes while we fucked. We both were on the verge of climax by this point, and she suddenly asked me, if I was going to take care of her. And something about the way she asked this just...
Struck something within me. So, I kissed her, and responded back, "Forever and always."
Tiffany's hard, tough shell finally began to crack after I said those words, and it was at that moment, she no longer wanted to entrap me with her. She simply wanted to be with me genuinely, so I did finally cum inside of her holes, her ass, and her pussy. But this time with no ulterior motive for doing so aside from good, old fashioned, raw pleasure with my darling.
I suppose however by this point I will stop recapping a great deal of what you already know. As the film really only chose to change the elements of the events that were deemed unfit for public viewing. Namely, my sex life, because it only grew stronger from that point on, as now I had both Tiffany and Plenty at my disposal.
Plenty was given rather comedic relief treatment of being tossed into a pool and was virtually forgotten about up to the point of her death, not the case in my world. I saved Plenty from her on screen demise, and now with both her and Tiffany at my side, they joined my growing gaggle of ladies, or my Bond girls as I liked to call them.
Tiffany got to see that I actually cared about my women, as I did not have to stick my neck out for either of them, especially to rescue Plenty, but I did.
<p align="center"><strong>Las Vegas, Nevada (Penthouse, Whyte House)</strong></p>
So back in the hotel suite, both women lying amongst me, I had the new task of dealing with the girls squabbling and attempting to 'out fuck' each other. Because at this point, I was committed to them both, and willing to do whatever I could to keep them both happy. As I do with all of my girls, however neither of them was at all experienced with this kind of relationship.
"I am prettier are not I James?"
"You and I have been through more."
"My breasts are bigger!"
Only a few of some of the many choice phrases they hurled at each other fighting for my attention. I swear they were like teenagers sometimes, pining for the attention of their teacher.
They both were competing for my attention for a bit, making comparisons over trivial things, hair, looks, things of that nature. Which one had the better body, attempting to pose for me, or seduce me 'better' than the other one could. Even though I would gladly give it to both of them, the pleasure went both ways after all.
But this still took a moment for them to grasp, it was at a point in the hotel room, around the time of the second hotel scene in the movie, when I had both girls on my cock. Plenty and Tiffany laying down on their bellies, lower legs kicked up and gently swaying back and forth while their pretty tongues slid up and down on my member. Two pairs of beautiful eyes staring up at me while they kissed, licked, and suckled along my hard shaft. Plenty dipped down several times to suck on my balls whenever Tiffany hogged the tip.
At least up until Plenty wanted a turn on my shaft, but Tiffany would not let up, and it resulted in Plenty actually giving her a soft push to pry her off of my cock so that she could wrap her own lips around it. "Hmm, I am better at sucking your cock are not I James?"
I remember when she said that Tiffany's cheeks grew even redder than they already were, and another shove happened. This time from Tiffany removing Plenty from my dick and swallowing it down another few inches.
This was the last proverbial straw for me, as I had let it go on for a while, finding some minor amusement in all of the bickering and hilarity. But it was time that I put my foot down, I wanted the girls to be staying with me in the protection and safety I could provide, and we all could enjoy the pleasure of each other's company. But these women needed to be put in their place in order for things to work out better.
So, there I laid down the law, and I told them, there would be no more of that. No more constant fighting and comparisons to each other trying to find who was better.
"If you are going to be my women, this will stop here and now!" drawing both of their attention up at me as I sat up on my elbows, "I am happily married with a beautiful bride, but we have had many women who live with us, and they are all my lovers. My Bond girls, and if the two of you wish to stay, you will learn to behave, be good, and love each other as you do me."
The girls took a moment to process this, again looking at each other a bit sheepishly before telling me that they were sorry. Again, I could not blame them, what I have is not an average thing among people, but it is who I am, and they would learn to enjoy it for all it could offer.
To lighten the mood back to a pleasant state, I decided to sit up and offered to trade places with both of them. Taking my two girls and laying them down on their backs side by side. Telling them to spread their legs and hold each other's hand. Which thankfully, they did, helping cement that this animosity was going to be a thing of the past from now on.
I then went down on both of the girls, making sure to alternate and not spend too much time on one of them before switching off. Teasing each of their pink lips with my tongue and making them yearn for more. While eating out one, I made sure to reach over and play with the other, never leaving either of them yearning for contact for exceedingly long. But keeping them on the edge just enough to make them needy and wanting.
Enough so that they needed to grip something tight, while my tongue stroked along their perfect clits, their fingers were interlocked. Squeezing tightly while I brought them to the throes of ecstasy. Needing each other in that moment and helping drive them to accept the circumstances even quicker.
When I felt they had cum enough through this torturous method of satisfying them both, I felt they were ready to continue where they left off.
I stood up before them on the suite's bed, and both girls got on their knees before me. This time, their big, beautiful eyes looked like they were ready to do as they were told. And this time, when their tongues met at the tip of my dick, there was no more bickering, or pushing and fighting over which one would get to swallow it first. Instead, they simply ran their tongues along each other while they slid over my tip. Kissing each other and my cock, ready to cooperate and collaborate with me on this as my newest Bond girls.
They took turns bobbing on my meat first, one would lower herself down to my sack and service my member from there while the other grabbed my dick with both hands, stroking and tugging while they slurped along the upper half of my shaft. Both girls were excellent cock suckers, and the alternating between mouths, complimented by when they both would suck along the sides, running their lips up and down while I thrust my hips, fucking them both like they were a singular pussy, was perfection.
Finally, after enough foreplay with oral, it was time to take them both at the same time. I put Plenty onto her back, and had Tiffany straddle her, spreading both girls open and ready for me. Two gorgeous women ready to be taken fully, and they were all mine. I started with Tiffany first, placing my cock to her soaking wet lower lips, and slid inside. And Plenty, rather than complaining that I did not choose her first, instead quietly lowered her lips to Tiffany's neck, kissing and nibbling on it gently, before going lower and taking one of Tiffany's nipples into her mouth. Sucking on it as they attempted to bounce and sway above her while I railed into the woman from behind.
Following up with pulling out of Tiffany, and lowering my member to Plenty's pussy, shoving it into her with the roughness of a man ready to breed his girls. Tiffany's nipple popped free of Plenty's lips as she cried out to the heavens. Arching her back sharply and pressing the two girls' torsos together.
And without hesitation, Tiffany closed the gap fully by smashing her lips down onto Plenty's lips, the two girls kissing for the first time while I fucked them both. And I knew they were my women then, merely moments before they were bickering, fighting over me and my cock. And now here they were, with a simple command, taking my cock, sharing it and each other so we may all receive attention and pleasure.
I fucked them all over the suite, making sure it was drilled into their minds that they were my women now, as well as just drilling them in general. As they learned to share my cock, they also learned to share my loads. When I emptied my balls inside of Plenty, Tiffany would quickly crawl to her filled pussy and begin kissing it, eating my spunk out of the other girl, and vice versa. And when I came all over the two of them to finish them both off, they made sure to turn to each other and kiss again, licking and sucking the white strands of my seeds off of each other's faces and lips. Rubbing and squeezing each other's breasts as their lips smacked, making sure to give me quite the show.
A perfect end to a perfect three way, but my next three way was going to be a bit more unpleasant than this one. As my two lovers ended up on my cock originally wanting to kill me, and not be fucked by me.
<p align="center"><strong>Palm Springs, Nevada (Elrod Whyte's Summerhouse)</strong></p>
The first distinction from the film, when it came to searching for Willard Whyte, I was alone. The CIA did not support me when I went there looking. And the next obvious distinction, was rather than them showing up and helping to subdue the girls, I did it myself, by fucking them into submission.
I made them my women, the next additions to my growing group. Now I know how to pleasure a woman, despite everything that I can do, I would argue that pleasing them sexually is what I do best. But for these two...
They had aggravated me a great deal, and it was not about their pleasure. It was about making them mine, as I said, the next addition to my Bond girls.
The fight however was a bit longer and a had a few more hits on both ends truly. And I will admit, when it first began, me seeing these two flexible women twirling about the area, flipping above me on the frame above, scantily clad and all, I was playing with them a bit. They were competent fighters the both of them, and their flexibility was played to their advantage. But they were not stronger than me, even the two of them together.
Whenever I got a hand on them, it would take them down for the count while the other tried to compensate as they recovered. I could have finished them off several times had I wanted to, but again, two flexible, beautiful women, using names like Bambi and Thumper. One a cute as a button girl keeping her hair neatly up with red ties, and the other a gorgeous ebony woman with eyes of brown and gold. It was not hard to want to play with them, watching their displays of flips around me, dropping into splits below while they attempted to dodge, or even wrapping me in their legs, thinking it was the correct move. While I can assure you, it did nothing for them except give me an excellent look and feel at their thighs.
I toyed with them when they tried to strike me, moving off to the side and swiping at the ties of their clothing, as minuscule as it was. Simple swimsuits and hair ties came free with a single tug, and boots that could be yanked off with minimal effort. I slowly disrobed them in a fight that almost felt a bit more like a dance with their motions trying to counter mine.
And when they realized I was toying with them, it seemed to drive them into a more sloppy and angry display. They were sent here to dispatch me, and yet I was easily removing their garments, taking blow after blow while throwing them around the room as if they weighed nothing at all. Stealing the occasional caress of a breast, or slap on the ass. Removing more and more from them both in a bout that went on longer than the film's minute long combat. We were actually running about this room for a fair while before anything sexual happened.
However, at one point I did get too cocky, and I made the mistake of letting Thumper get too close to me. She got her arms around my shoulders, as if she were embracing me for a kiss. And I did think for a moment that perhaps she was realizing that they could not beat me, that I ran them around enough and she was going to admit it. When a sexy black woman holds you in a nude embrace like that, you prefer to assume the best in the moment. But that was my error, as she instead decided to drive her knee up into my midsection, dangerously close to my groin, before flipping away and calling for Bambi to attack me next.
And that was when I decided enough was enough. If they had stopped this and called it a draw. Or simply admitted defeat when they both were nude and I had not fatigued in the slightest while they were both panting, they could have made it much easier on themselves. But now, I was going to teach them a lesson, gone was Mister Nice Guy.
With a face full of rage, I went after the girls, and they attempted their flipping tactics again, Bambi first, and this time I was not going to dodge. I met her head on and grabbed her lighter form mid-flip and took her straight down onto the hard floor. Knocking the wind out of her, followed by Thumper who attempted the same but from behind. And like a broken record, I repeated my action. Not dodging away from her, and instead meeting her before she could fully rotate her body. And with a great swing and THUMP for Thumper, I body slammed her down close by her companion.
I had had enough of this and was ready to introduce them to what happens when you mess with James Bond. My words exactly were, "I told you I could think of several things to do with you. Before I would have just left them as thoughts. But now? You're going to get exactly what you both deserve."
Reaching down, I grabbed Thumper, yanking her by her thick, dark locks of hair to her knees. Propping her up right in front of the groin she had just nearly kneed and freed my member. Smacking her roughly in the face with my sizable manhood, I had been hard since the beginning looking at their fit, taut bodies rolling around.
At first her eyes widened, and her reflexive action was to pull away, however that was not going to happen. I struck her across the face with my hard heavy cock before prying her jaw open, forcing my dick into her lips and with a tight grip on her hair, started face fucking her. She made some horrible retching sounds at first, I take it she had never had a cock as big as mine shoved down her throat before, well first time for everything.
I ignored her gagging and muffled pleas, as well as her fists batting on my sides to try and break herself out of my grip. But she deserved this punishment, I love to treat my girls with love and care, but these two brought this on themselves. I was going to take them both. So, I drilled my member deep into Thumper's throat, loving the feel of that velvety smooth throat pipe caressing my cock, all while telling her what a slut she was.
"Going to a fight in an outfit like this? You were hoping I would fuck you from the start. Both of you were," I told her, while I forced my dick further down her throat, for sure denying her a few moments of air before I let her breathe again, "This is where the both of you belong now. On the floor servicing my cock."
My words for sure branding themselves into her head, all the while Bambi lay panting, trying to recover on the floor. But she was next, so I made sure to finish up with Thumper, pounding her tight neck harder and harder until her pretty eyes started to roll back. Streaming tears down her cheeks from the roughness I was treating her with. Her legs squirming on the floor below her and her pussy beginning to leak, leaving a noticeable moisture on the polished floor that I could see. As I thought, I was correct. Women going to fight a man dressed like this for sure were hoping to lose, their natural urge to be beaten and dominated by him plain as day.
After a few moments more of me repeating what Thumper was, a cock sucking slut who would be mine now to have whenever I desired. I blew my load down her throat, and tossed her aside, quickly proceeding now to Bambi while Thumper tried to recuperate.
For Bambi though, I grabbed her completely off of the floor and held her upside down in a bear hug. During our fight, I felt her thighs around my head, and I wanted them back there, so I put them there, as I fucked her face and ate out her cunt in a standing sixty-nine.
She did not even get a word out before I rammed my thick meat down her neck, quickly starting to bounce her up and down on it, letting her throat bulge from the size and my balls swing against her face. All the while I tongued her tight pussy with all I had to make sure she was going to be wet and ready for me next. Both of these girls would need to be wet for the rough fucking I was going to give them, that would surely teach them a lesson when it came to trying to defeat a superior man.
I thrust my hips into Bambi's face, keeping her arms pinned to her sides and feeling her squirm helplessly while I devoured her pussy lips hungrily, feeling her natural juices leaking out from the treatment. I made sure to blow a thick load into her this way before I moved on to Thumper again for the main event.
After Bambi had swallowed, all I had for her, I planted her down onto the couch without care, then went back to Thumper, still coughing a little from her own brutal face fuck treatment. I hauled her up by her arm and threw her over the back of the couch, bending her over and pointing her ass to me. Which I made sure to abuse with a few sharp spanks to it, telling her she had been a bad slut, and would need to be punished and learn her lesson.
Then with a hand yanking her hair back, I rammed my cock into Thumper's pussy, stretching it wider than she had ever been stretched. She let out a wail of surprised pain-laced-pleasure when I started, and I did not go easy with her at all. Diving straight into a wild and rough fuck like we had been lovers for years and knew each other's limits very well. Yanking on her hair hard whenever she writhed too much to keep her in her place.
Of course, I pulled out all the tricks when it came to rough loving, sticking my thumb in her ass, reaching around, and putting her in a tight submissive hold, whispering dirty words about how she was a worthless whore that was my toy now. Reaching down and touching her clit as her body was thrashed from the force of my thrusts until she came. And we kept going like this, until I decided we were done, by releasing every drop of cum I had into her unprotected pussy.
Would not you know it though, Bambi was watching, and rather than attack or try to assist her friend, she was touching herself, enjoying the show. But that did not free her from a rough treatment. Oh no, I dragged her out of the room and to the pool by her hair and planted her flexible body down by the pool, her head and shoulders on the ground and ass high up in the air so I could pile drive her cunt into further submission.
As the day went on, so did this, until both women were weeping tears of bliss and begging for more, like the film, we ended in the pool, however I was not holding their heads under the water to drown them. I was holding their heads under to suck my cock in a blowjob that I deemed good enough for them to both come up and get some needed air.
I would never truly hurt any woman, unless absolutely necessary, and by this point, I felt both Bambi and Thumper were sufficiently subdued.
<p align="center"><strong>Kimberley, South Africa (Flamingo Casino and Hotel)</strong></p>
Now that I have mentioned it though, they were not the only ones who needed subduing. I have covered most of what the movie got incorrect though, what I am referring to next is actually something that occurred after the credits rolled. Something involving the sister of Tiffany Case, because yes, she did have a sister, and her name is Dolores Case, known as Lola to her friends.
Her younger sibling by three years, twenty-five, bright blonde and with adorable round cheekbones giving her a more youthful appearance then she already was.
I met her after the conflict involving the diamonds, when Tiffany needed my help to get her. Lola was put in danger and Tiffany along with me had to mount a dangerous rescue in order to get her out of some trouble she was in. But I will not go into details with that, as you have most likely only seen the films, and this was not covered at all in them.
But after the film, when Tiffany and I left the luxury ocean liner the Queen Elizabeth, is around when the scene took place.
You see, Lola had a strong resentment towards men, something that burrowed in her subconscious due to multiple bad encounters in high school with her first boyfriend, and with the mess we had to rescue her from. I was her first male relationship in roughly eight years, the relationship she had with her sister though was...
A bit of a mixed bag if nothing else. They cared about each other of course as sisters, but Lola is the smart, more streetwise, and driving focus on what she wanted of the two. While my Tiffany was the wise-cracking, somewhat ditsy on occasion, and although she hates hearing it, slightly naive and more money-grubbing out of the two sisters.
Of course, she never planned on putting her sister in danger throughout all of her shenanigans. So, it was maybe in some twisted sort of way, Tiffany's way of making up to Lola by bringing her along with us. Introducing the idea of making her a Bond girl, which seeing how gorgeous she was, I was very okay with. Plus, after going through the trouble of saving her, maybe I felt like she owed me a little.
Regardless though, I found out later on that Lola actually got off on the idea of sharing me with her sister, and when she was in my arms for the first time, she felt strangely comfortable. Maybe it was because I saved her so she knew I could protect her, but it could have been many things.
When we finally settled on it happening, we took it to the bedroom, and once again, I found myself dealing with a bit of a competition between the two girls. So maybe this stemmed from Tiffany after all and not Plenty, the contest over who had the better body and who could fuck the best. However, this time it was a little different, as Lola was not emotionally attached to me yet. And yes, I do say yet.
Tiffany was in love with me by this point, and this was almost a way of Lola paying me back for her rescue, so the competing between the girls was almost a bit playful in how it went. Lola teasing her older sister that she was the younger one with bigger breasts at a size 32C, while Tiffany was only a 34B.
Your personal preference is of course open to debate, but I know mine very well, and when both women stripped off their tops for this, to compare their tits for my approval, I knew right away that I was going to be climaxing all over both sisters' beautiful tits.
I received yet another double blowjob, lying down on my back with the sisters servicing my cock to get it lubed up for fucking. Thankfully, there was no pushing and shoving, seemed Tiffany learnt her lesson for good, and instead they competed silently. Taking turns slobbering on my knob, moving their hands up and down the length and polishing the tip with their palms. Rolling the balls in my sack in each other's hands before Tiffany spat on the head and told her sibling, "Now I will show you how it is done."
She climbed on top of me first, spinning around to face away in a reverse cowgirl, lifting her hips up high and letting my wet member enter her soaked pussy with a moan. Then began to rock herself up and down its length, enjoying the ride on my dick but not able to put it all the way inside. I unfortunately am a bit well-endowed and can never really fit all the way inside most women, a blessing, and a curse. Maybe one day I will get around that.
Regardless though, I watched Tiffany do her work, relaxing while I watched my lover ride me for all she had. Throwing her ass back for my viewing pleasure while she moaned into her younger sister's face. Lola smirked at this display, playing with her breasts while she watched. This got me off even more, looking over Tiffany's shoulder into the eyes of her sister while I fucked her. I slapped her ass and held onto her hips, bucking up as she came down to start fucking her from below, bouncing my redhead up and down on my fuck stick and listening to her cry out my name.
She came over my cock within minutes, rubbing her clit feverishly when I started to bounce her up and down, however she did not remain on my member long enough for me to get close, as Lola decided to jump in next.
"Come on Tiffany, that is not how you do it," she quipped, nudging her sister off of me gently enough for me to not declare it a push. And crawled over my form, swaying her ass back and forth like a ready to pounce kitty. It seemed like since this was the first man, she was going to have sex with in so long, that she had gotten a bit extra excitement and enthusiasm in addition to the arousal from competing with her sister for my load.
"This is how you ride your man's cock..." she followed up with before leaning down to me for an actual kiss. Holding our lips together for a moment, then pulling back and climbing up into a squat.
One leg on either side of me with her feet flat on the mattress, and took hold of my rod, guiding it to her dripping hole and rubbing the tip along it like a soothing lip balm. After a moment of this, she started to lower herself down, her face immediately contorting into a look of absolute ecstasy. Her eyes looking down at me like she had instantly fallen in love and was falling even deeper the further I went inside. Then she leaned back to place her hands on my knees and began to ride the way she claimed was the correct way to ride.
And I will admit, while both views were pleasant, seeing your woman's face writhing in pleasure while you fucked her was always a great sight to see. Plus watching her supple breasts bounce to the point of nearly doing circles the harder you fuck her is another great perk. Tiffany spread her legs right beside us and watched with a feverish desire for more, seeing her little sister get fucked by her lover evidently made her horny.
With both girls getting more and more into this threesome, so did I. So, I held onto Lola's ankles and fucked her roughly from below, her skin slapping mine and making lovely wet 'slapping' sounds from us both growing sweaty. Eventually her becoming worn out from propping herself up like this, so she fell forward, her hands slapping down onto my chest as I rose up to meet my forehead with hers. Her now hunched over and stealing another kiss from me while I took control and started doing all the work, railing the younger woman for all she was worth, even shifting up to set her properly in my lap and fuck her while holding her up. My hands gripping her ass cheeks tightly to support her weight and work her up and down my dick.
She screamed out "I AM CUMMING!"
Lasting longer than her sister did before she could hold it in no longer, and she too soaked my cock with her honey. Outlasting both of the sisters, I felt a swell of pride in my chest, watching them both lose themselves, their skin flushing red and falling into the deepest bliss they could experience.
I would put them through this all night, alternating back and forth between the two girls, Tiffany being picked up next, who I fucked standing up now while Lola knelt down and sucked my balls from below, then Lola again having her standing as well but bent over in front of the wall while Tiffany took her place servicing my ball sack.
Polishing off the night with one of the girls' comparisons from before, their breasts. They held them up for me while on their knees as I finally came on them. Their pretty tongues stuck out for me, saying 'ah' while I emptied my balls on top of their cleavage and faces. Soaking the sisters in my own brand of white and painting their perfect titties in my spunk while they lightly bounced them again for my viewing delight.
Lola started the night not being emotionally attached to me, but she certainly was at its conclusion. How could a woman not be to the man who changes her perspective on sex with them? So now, with another Bond girl added to my household, and with all the discrepancies covered between reality and the film? Well...
There is something else that I must admit.
<p align="center"><strong>Skyfall Lodge, Scotland (Bond's Estate)</strong></p>
I told you many times while drafting this document that I would be truthful and recount the actual events that happened during my time as 007. And I have been honest in every word, but there is one thing I have left out. Loelia, my darling personal secretary, had been sucking me off under my desk while I was writing this report.
She is a good girl with how much enthusiasm she puts into her blowjobs, so I came down her throat, and she swallowed every drop of it.
I would have finished the report right then, but since she was such a good girl for me and asked if her and the other girls could have some more, I could not help but oblige. So, I am back writing the rest of this later, but I assume you are curious, so here are the details.
When I stood from the desk, she quickly crawled out and around and stood up, naked as the day she was born and hopped up to snatch a quick kiss from me before running her hand along my member. Taking hold of it, and then happily turning away and walking with a spring in her step out of my home office, leading me by my cock into the adjacent bedroom where she had already arranged my seven other girls.
I brought them all back to my Scotland estate, Skyfall as they were welcome here being my Bond girls, and now stay, Loelia was already a member with me here hence why she was not mentioned earlier. I arranged pardons for all of the girls, even the ones who were not on my side from the get-go. Tiffany, Thumper, Bambi, and Marie, all of them who needed it, as long as they agreed to stay with me, I would keep them safe forever.
And they did, every last one.
Tonight, was the first night for the six of them to be here together, and Loelia guided me straight to the arrangement she had of the girls, releasing my rock-hard member, and heading off to her special toy box in her bedroom.
Loelia had been here the longest, even longer than my own wife, but was happy to step aside as the top mistress when she came along. Now she considered herself almost like a secretary, or assistant to my household, especially when it came to other girls. So, she retrieved a strap-on from the box, which she liked to call 'Little James.' As it was colored and textured similar to my own man meat, but was much smaller, and began to slip it on. This would be the warm-up for the display of girls set out before me as it always was.
And sitting, or rather, kneeling in front of me on the large bed were all six of my Bond girls. Lined up perfectly on their hands and knees, with their asses sticking up high in the air, presented for mating.
I had quite the array to choose from, how could a man decide from such ample delights? Easily enough, I started on the left, and Loelia started on the right. With her going to fuck Plenty, while I started with Tiffany. As their order from right to left went, Plenty, Thumper, Lola, Bambi, Marie, and Tiffany.
Loelia brought out some professional lube for herself to use, slathering it onto the fake cock, while I went the old-fashioned way, diving into Tiffany's sweet pussy and eating her out with all my skills. Loelia did this as well too, but she knew it was better to work fast and get the girls stretched out for me. They were all simply too tight, and a good warm up before me always worked for an easier ride. Tiffany though, she had been with me more than the others so far, so I knew she could handle it the best.
I mounted up behind her as Loelia did the same on the other end, and we both in almost perfect sync, drove our cocks into each pussy, respectively.
Again, the wail of a woman being penetrated for the first time by a large member is like music to my ears. As well as the follow up moans of the girls as we started to pound away at each plump little ass in the line. Watching the skin of their supple bottoms jiggle from the impact of my pelvis. Loelia was able to almost completely crawl on top of them in almost a huddled over full mount with a leg on each side thanks to her smaller size, but I stayed standing on the floor rather than climbing onto the crowded bed.
Something I decided to do however, was after cumming inside of Tiffany's pussy, I pushed her forward on the bed, and commanded her to spread her legs before Marie, who was next in line on my side. Then before I would fuck her, if Marie wanted my cock, she had to prove she wanted it, by eating out Tiffany's cunt, and slurping the cum out of her abused pussy.
I then called out to all of the girls, including Plenty still being fucked by Loelia, that if they wanted to get fucked by me, they would need to drink the cum out of the previous girl's pussy. And then give it back to her, through a kiss.
My own mind put a dirty spin on this marathon we would be running, but none of the girls seemed to mind it at all. In fact, all of the women nodded their heads, and almost in perfect unison replied, "Yes James," with the exception of Plenty who was being railed.
And Marie did as she was bid to do, leaning all the way down to Tiffany's cunt, my white seed oozing out of her sopping wet hole, and she went to town on it. Hungrily licking and slurping up the load I stuffed her full with. Earning noises of enthusiastic approval from Tiffany as she did so, then, when she was sufficiently clean, Marie leaned back up with a full mouth. And Tiffany leaned in, ready to accept the sperm back into her body through her other hole.
The two women kissed, and the moment their lips parted, the river of white spilled out of Marie's lips and into Tiffany's, while their tongues played together, sharing the flavor of cum mixed with pussy between the two in the greatest, lurid display I had seen for a time.
When I was satisfied with what I saw, I deemed Marie fit to receive my dick, and Loelia, seeing that I had moved on, pulled back from the wet and wild, moaning Plenty, and advanced to the next spot in the lineup as well. Almost having forgotten that she was the warm-up for the girls when at this rate, she would only get to half of them by the time I was done with them.
As we both made our way down the lines, taking our cocks out of each warm, tight, and wet sleeve and stretching it to its limits. Marie was next for me, had been a while since we last fucked, and I had not forgotten her fetish about being ravaged by a man.
I made sure she got her fix of this rough treatment, grabbing her around her shoulders and soon after around her neck. Holding her tightly for a good bit to squeeze every powerful orgasm out of her that I could before deciding to fill her pussy up with my seed.
Then repeating the motions from before, Marie now took her place, legs spread in front of Bambi, and nearly head locked the flexible girl with her thighs when she came down to suck out my seed as her sensitive pussy was still tingling from my pounding. Then, as good girls should, the two shared my seed and kissed it back and forth between each other.
Before they even finished, I rammed my dick into Bambi's dripping cunt, going to town on her. Her and Thumper both liked it rough, needless to say considering the start of our relationship was us beating each other up. So, she received plenty of abusive yanks on her arms, shoving her face down into the mattress and yanking her back out by her hair, spanking her ass until it was bright red, and more. Thumper would receive the same treatment as this, only Thumper was the more...
Flirty of the two.
As when I moved over for her later on in the line, she had her legs spread out wide in a sideways split, bouncing her bottom trying to entice me to come to her quicker after Loelia pulled out of her...
But I did not skip over Lola, for sure, as she had become much more affectionate for me by this point, turning around and begging me for a kiss before she ate the cream pie out of Bambi's pussy, and then snowballed it back into her lips. And when we fucked, she lifted her legs off of the mattress so she could semi-wrap them around me even from this doggy style position. She has become much more enthusiastic and loving with our bedroom escapades, and she is fixing to make herself a top Bond girl should she keep it up. When I came in her, I made sure to shove my cock in just that one extra inch deep. I wanted her to really feel my seed hitting her cervix.
And lastly, we found ourselves at Plenty O'Toole, one of the first girls of this mission. And just like the others, she was rode hard, and finished off soaked. Thumper wrapped her legs fully around Plenty's head as she happily devoured my spunk from the ebony woman's cunt, and the two shared a good, deep, and long kiss before Thumper gulped my seed down with a lick of her lips. And then Plenty was next to take my cock, and my load, to which Tiffany would eat the cum out of her, and then share it in a final kiss that Plenty would drink all the way down. A fitting end to this I suppose given that they were so standoffish in the beginning.
However now, this is what I have to look forward to every night. My Bond girls at my beck and call, and you should know, there is more to come. As the story of James Bond: Agent 007 was not a one and done tale. Oh no, there was a great deal more missions and inaccuracies throughout the films. Which is why I am chronicling this report, and this is only the beginning.
By the end you will know who I am, and all I did, in the files to come.
James Bond Will Return in From Russia with Love...
Author's Notes: I base my James Bond's physically on Sean Connery who I considered to be the best James Bond's ever. I strongly dislike the new Daniel Craig's James Bond and the new movies, including them killing the characters and removing his womanizers. I feel that Craig is not playing the same character (character in name only) but he is playing a Jason Bond/James Bourne knockoff.
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007, aka James Bond, was in a major slump. It had been weeks since he'd last beat up a bad guy and M was getting a little pissed off that he was not having success tracking down a financial terrorist cell that was wreaking havoc in the UK financial markets.
James had to admit, the loss of his girlfriend, Vespers, had been tough on him, and in more ways than one. Heartbroken, he attempted to take his mind off of her by sleeping around with some other beauties in various places he traveled. But it never seemed to work. The sex was boring and dull, and inevitably his mind would wander back to those days with Vespers... where the sex was fantastic.
What Bond needed was a major shakeup in his life. Something to jar him out of the apathy he was feeling.
As his plane landed in Istanbul, James was ready to dive back into his work. He enjoyed being back in Turkey where the women often had dark hair, dark eyes, and a smoldering sexuality. Perhaps he could kill 2 birds with one stone on this trip, get a good lay and get the bad guy.
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After checking into his hotel, James stopped for a drink at the bar. As he settled into his seat, nursing his exotic personalized martini, he spotted one of those dark Turkish beauties across the bar. Currently, she was staring intently at the screen of a laptop. James took the opportunity to meet her. As he walked around the bar he noted she was dressed in business attire, white shirt, vest, and tight knit skirt with patterned stockings covering very beautiful legs, and ending in high heeled sandals that showed off perfect feet. Within those clothes she was packing plenty of curves with big round hips, a narrow waist and nicely rounded b-cup titties. Her long mane of black hair was pinned severely back from her face in a pony tail. Her face showed an unblemished and bronzed tan, but her model looks were belied by the spectacles she wore to read the computer screen. As he approached her she looked up with sparkling green eyes.
Her broad full lips parted as she asked, "May I help you?"
"Yes, I was wondering... how's the signal here?" pointing at her laptop and then around in the air.
"Hmm... is that the new replacement for 'What's your sign?'"
"It does have a certain symmetry, doesn't it?"
"I suppose..." she trailed off and stopped.
"My name is James, James Bond, and I would love to buy you a drink."
"Thank you, but I'm currently fine with this iced tea."
"And what are you studying so intently."
"Maps, local blogs, news."
"You're a journalist?"
She laughed in a melodic and very alluring feminine way. "God no! I've dated journalists and they're complete boors! Are you one?"
James smiled, handing her a business card, "No. I'm in technology sales."
She smiled in return and replied, "Wow! Sales! I never would have guessed. By the way, my name is Reena -"
Just then they both heard a rumble and the floor started shaking violently. Reena fell back off of her stool but James caught her and steadied her onto her heels. Instinctively Reena threw her arms around his neck as she looked nervously around.
"Earthquake!" James shouted above the din of rattling bar glasses and bottles. "Not too big yet." And as he said that the trembler died down to almost nothing.
"6, or less, on the Richter scale would be my guess, depending on where the epicenter - "
James didn't finish his sentence. At the relief of the end of the quake, Reena kissed James. After initially pressing her sexy lips against James' lips, she seemed to have thought better of the surprise kiss and meant to back off, but 007 was having none of that. He held her close and lightly pried her lips apart with his tongue. His tongue snaked into her mouth and she responded with a tongue dance of her own, and all the while Bond was feeling his way down to that wonderful ass. Their kiss didn't last any longer than the quake but as it ended, she stumbled back out of his arms.
"I'm sorry," she said with her eyes widened by the surprise of events.
"I'm not. If it takes a small quake to start your passion, then I'm ready for the big one," he joked.
She smiled.
James continued, "That one really wasn't the big one due to hit the North Anatolian fault. It was probably some relatively minor shifting of a fault beneath the Caspian."
"Oh, so you're a geologist, too?"
"A bit of a hobby of mine," he replied with a smile.
"Listen, I have to get back to my room. It was a pleasure meeting you Mr Bond."
"Likewise."
As she turned to go James admired the swivel of those hips which he liked so much in women.
"Uhhh... Reena?"
She turned, "Yes?"
"Last name?"
She smiled, "It's Reena Bakir."
"Thank you."
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To get a better look at the estate perched high on a local rock spire owned by Mr Demetrius Kopodoca, James had climbed 80% of the way up an adjoining spire to get a good look at the surrounding area. MI-6 had received a tip from a local investigator that Kopodoca was branching out from his local mafia-type crime business and was now quite active in the global financial markets, and particularly in the UK. James had been fitted for new eye contact lenses embedded with tiny microcircuits to allow him to photograph the area directly without using an obvious camera.
Suddenly, James heard a cry from above him. A body was tumbling down the rock face. As the belay rope went taut on the first piton, the fall was stopped momentarily, but then the piton broke loose from the cliff and the fall continued. At this point the next stop point was 1,000 feet down. James swung out as far as he could from where his legs were temporarily anchored to the cliff. With his outstretched arm he snagged the arm of the person. James, anchored on the cliff above an overhang, swung the body beneath him in free air. As he looked down, he was a surprised to see Reena dangling from his arm. She had cried out, but then he heard another voice from above.
A voice in Greek shouted down a warning and question.
James pressed the index finger of his free hand to his lips as he looked down on Reena, who was hidden from view to anyone above.
James called back, feigning ignorance of Greek, "Hello! I'm English."
A head appeared over the edge of the cliff and called down in a thick Greek accent... "What happened? I heard some rocks falling. Did you fall?"
"Yes, I certainly did... clumsy oaf that I am. Luckily my ropes caught me."
The guy above had an AK-47 in his hands. "Who are you? Did you get a permit to climb on this rock?"
"Yes I did. I called for one last night and was approved. The name is James Bond."
"One moment while I check." After a pause, he continued, "Okay, you check out. You're the only one that has a permit for the day. You better be careful on this spire. Two deaths in the last year. Technical climbers love it but it's more serious than it looks."
"Yes, I can see that," James replied. "Come to think of it, I feel a bit stretched out. I think I'll return to the base."
"Good idea!" And then the soldier left the edge and returned to his watchtower perch atop the spire.
With a weightlifter's grace, James swung Reena up to his chest and caught her around the waist. Her eyes were opened wide as he joked, "Nice of you to drop in on me."
She buried her face in his shoulder, "Oh my God! Thank you. You saved my life."
"We better get off this rock quickly. Especially since one of us obviously isn't supposed to be up here."
The two of them shimmied over to a rappel line that Bond had set up and quickly descended down the rock face.
As they returned to the hotel, Reena said, "I don't know how I can ever repay you."
As James led her directly into his room he replied, "I can think of a few ways."
As the door swung shut behind them, James lifted her up and she quickly swung her legs around his back with her arms around his neck. Her lips greedily latched onto his and they wasted no time opening their mouths into a full fiery french kiss. Their tongues were snaking into a sexy wet embrace as James moved across the room and bounced the two of them onto the bed. Reena didn't miss a beat and never broke the kiss as she fell beneath is sturdy body.
Bond loved it all. She was obviously a very hungry woman judging from her kissing. Her tongue and lips and open mouth had a ferocity to match his own. They rolled around on the bed, rarely pausing for a breath. Bond always enjoyed testing a new woman... is she entirely submissive, does she get aggressive and try to dominate, is she cold, or passionate? This Turkish rock climber was red hot, she tried to force herself on top of him, and at times James let her play the game of dominant mistress in their kissing and wrestling.
But eventually Reena surprised him. They had wrestled to a sitting position and suddenly she stopped. She pulled back and looked intently at him. Bond never blinked as he stared into her beautiful eyes. She said nothing but she moved a hand to Bond's rough face. He noticed that she was breathing hard and her round breasts were heaving beneath her shirt. Bond moved in and started kissing her neck and unbuttoned her shirt in the process. She sighed and then moaned as his fingers found her exposed breasts. He pushed her back flat against the bed and kissed up and down her belly but settled for flicking her nipples. He bit and sucked and kissed all around both nipples until she was moaning loudly. He began sucking quite firmly on one breast when she said, "Stop, wait a minute," but Bond simply kept sucking.
"James, there is something I need to tell you about me."
As he furiously sucked on her nipple while kneading the supple flesh of her breast, James mumbled... "what?"
"Umm... you might not like this about me."
Bond lifted his head with a puzzled look, "yes?"
"Well... you see... my breasts lactate. If you suck any more on them you're going to get a small mouthful of milk."
James' face broke into a huge grin, and descended back onto her nipple and breast. He sucked with ever more enthusiasm, causing Reena to tilt her head back with a loud moan. Soon he received a pleasant squirt of milk from her breast. He hungrily swallowed it all. He nursed at both her breasts for 10 minutes getting a small quantity of milk in the process. When he finally broke off, he noticed she was in a bit of a daze.
"Are you okay? Does that hurt to lactate like that?"
She came out of her daze and replied, "Oh no. I love it. It feels great to relieve the pressure at times. Sort of like a good pee with a full bladder."
He laughed and started kissing her mouth again. But this time he started stripping off her clothes. As he started lowering her hiking shorts, he could see the top of her ass and it looked very inviting to him. He thought to himself... "What a day! Catch a falling girl and now I'm rewarded with an ass like this!"
As her shorts were halfway down her hips, Reena stopped his hands. "James, wait - "
A phone rang. It was his. James looked her in the eye for seconds while the phone continued to ring. Her eyes were guarded, not sure what to do or say next. He rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He grabbed the phone and said, "hello". It was M. She had some new instructions for him. As he listened to M, he turned to the bed, and he noticed Reena had retreated out the door. He saw a glimpse of her back as she had left.
"Shit," he muttered.
M's voice on the other end of the line, replied, "007! This lead is not shit! It was verified by one of our best local contacts."
"Okay. I hear you. I'm on it chief."
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In the small village, below the Kopodoca estate, just outside of Istanbul, James made the rounds to gain information on the Turk Mafioso. He had met with the lead that M told him about and the Turk referred to an independent mafia group that had loose local ties to Kopodoca. One night 007 heard some shots while dining at a cafe. He quickly left and followed the action. As he sneaked down some back streets, he spotted several men dressed in black shirts and camouflaged fatigues fleeing a building. Bond stopped at the entrance, looked both ways, and ducked into the building. In the first room he found an elderly man freshly shot in the forehead. He looked around in several other rooms and found nothing.
As he fled the building and gave chase to where the gang had fled to, he ran up an alley that branched off the main street. Here, Bond's instincts failed him. He turned a corner too quickly to foresee the coming danger. He blocked the blow of the first man who attacked him and gave him a hard punch to the chest. But another man caught him from behind. A blow to the side of his head made his ears ring. 007 stumbled and tried to kick his assailant's legs out from under him, but the man dodged his kick and landed another blow to Bond's head that made him see black.
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When Bond came to his senses, he discovered his hands, arms, and legs were all bound impossibly tight underneath his torso. He was lying face down with butt in the air on a table. He had freedom of movement to roll off the table but it would result in plunging 3 feet down onto hard concrete, and after that he would be unable to move, anyway. Surrounding him were 10 Turks. The leader could speak broken English and at regular intervals would approach him and demand his real name and business. Whereupon Bond would remain silent and receive a slap, kick or punch to various parts of his body.
Finally after some internal discussion the Turks started laughing and divided in two groups of 5, one in front of him and one in back all sitting on chairs. Noticeably they all dropped their guns, but Bond didn't enjoy seeing what came next. On cue from the leader they all unzipped and started masturbating. The leader pulled his cock out of his pants too and started laughing.
"Meester... this is wot you get if you don't answerrrrr!"
As the leader moved around the back of the table toward his butt, a shout erupted from a dark corner of the room. All the men turned toward the figure emerging from the shadows. Bond turned to see none other than Reena Bakir walk toward the table to address the men. She was wearing black and camouflaged clothing as the men were wearing... obviously some type of uniform. She spoke in rapid Turkish and James' knowledge of the language was far too limited to understand. All the men seemed rather animated, some of them getting up from their seats. After some heated discussion they seemed to reach some sort of consensus. Reena started shouting something in Turk in Bond's face. The leader smiled and translated... "She ask you if you want to eat pussy instead of sucking my cock!"
Bond just shook his head in silence. All the men erupted with laughter. The leader sat down and started jacking off with the other 9. Meanwhile Reena peeled off her shirt to approving whistles. After that she turned her back to Bond and started lowering her pants. By this point all the men were hollering and whistling. When Reena finally turned around she had a smile on her face, but James couldn't believe it. It's not her smile that he was focused on.
Reena had an 8 inch boner standing straight up from her crotch. A pair of heavy balls hung below. 007 was shocked!
Reena started screaming more things in Turkish and then approached his face.
James' mind was reeling. If she was really part of this thuggish gang then he was totally fooled by his earlier encounters with her. On the other hand, if she was a deep plant within this organization then she might be risking her cover to somehow save him. Bond thought to himself, "HER! Why am I thinking of Reena as a "her"? Get a hold of yourself Jimmy boy! That's a guy. With a cock. And he's gonna stick it right in my mouth!" And yet when he looked up to see Reena's face, all he could think of was that he was a she. The beautiful woman he had previously met. "No, she has to be a plant. She is not divulging to the others that she knows English. She has some plan for me that is hopefully better than death."
Bond knew he had to act the right away. He started shouting, "No no no!" to laughs of derision around the room. He shook his head as Reena grabbed his chin firmly and started rubbing her cock all over his face. He feigned resistance. Some of her pre-cum got in his eye. It stung. Finally, she pried open his mouth with her fingers and slipped her cock head into his mouth.
James Bond, of course, was a notorious heterosexual. He had never come close to touching another man's cock, much less sucking one. But as Reena's cock entered his mouth he realized that it wasn't as bad as he thought it might be. The scent around her cock smelled like sex, and the remaining pre-cum taste wasn't half bad. He tried to resist, but she kept sticking it in deeper. He gagged. Then she pulled it out and shouted something. The leader cried out... "She says to kiss it!" She smashed her cock against his lips but he refused to purse them into a kiss. When she pushed it into his mouth again, he looked up at her face. She had a knowing smile and winked at him. Others in the room caught it and howled with laughter. But Bond saw it as something else. Her face was so feminine and her smile and wink so seductive that his mind flipped a switch. He rationalized to himself that this was not gay. He was actually sucking a girl cock. Something wholly unconnected to another man. At that point he relaxed some. She bent down and kissed him on the top of his head. As she did so, he felt something move about his wrist. When he jiggled his wrist he realized that it was looser. She may have cut part of his bounds without anyone seeing.
Eventually, James was deep throating Reena's cock with gusto, but showing resistance all the way. At one point it would seem that she was ready to cum, but she pulled out. At that point she shouted to all the guys and they applauded wildly. The heels of her boots clacked upon the floor as she moved behind him. Suddenly, Bond was troubled all over again. He felt Reena's fingers push into his rectum with some sort of lubricant. Bond groaned. He really did not want to get butt fucked. Yes, he saw Reena as a woman... a transsexual woman. But now that she was going to enter his ass with that big throbber of hers, he was in doubt again about the "gay" thing. She played with the opening of his ass with the head of her dick. She popped the head into his anus and leaned over him. He could feel her soft breasts upon his back.
She whispered in his ear, "Just relax baby." As she said it, Bond felt the bind on his other wrist loosen.
She cried out to the room in Turkish again, and then slowly started pushing her cock into Bond's bowels. 007 felt an excruciating fiery pain in his ass. But he knew she could have slammed it in faster had she wanted to be cruel. Eventually she started moving her cock slowly into and out of his ass in long strokes. Bond did as commanded and relaxed. Eventually the pain subsided. He also began to feel the binds on his legs begin to loosen. She must have been surreptitiously cutting them with a small knife.
As he was being fucked, Bond recalled that men had a g-spot around their prostate. He focused on his prostate and with time he did indeed feel turned on. About this time Reena noticed and again got laughs from the room as she reached around and stroked his now hard cock a few times.
Reena started speeding her strokes and James felt more and more turned on. He didn't care about the gay stuff and just wanted to release. As he became fully erect, he started moaning and Reena reached around again, but this time kept stroking his cock as she continued to hammer his ass with her own cock. Through a blurred glance around the room, 007 realized the others had gotten quiet as they jerked their own cocks erect. Finally, Bond felt a stirring in his balls and his cock started pulsing. Reena felt it and squeezed it hard. One, two, three, and then four ropes of sticky cum shot out of Bond's cock. Reena released his tool and at the same time Bond felt the final tight bind around his abdomen loosen.
Reena kept fucking his ass, and now appeared to be close to her own orgasm as she made many noises. James' head was starting to clear and he noted that the five guys in front of him, including the leader, were all totally focused on their own jerking. He now had an idea of Reena's plans. At her orgasm, she would probably fall back, grab a gun and kill the guys in the back. Bond's task would be to vault forward, somehow grab a gun and kill the 5 in front of him. Bond tested the binds again, and was now sure they were loose enough for him to vault off the table and have a range of motion to allow him to effect the plan. He coiled his body, ready for spring for that moment. The tension in his body must have triggered Reena.
He could feel a jet of cum hit the insides of his rectum. At that point she let out a huge yell and he felt her cock exit his ass quickly.
Bond did a forward somersault on the table and then leapt into the air. The binds further loosened as he flew the through the air and flailed his arms and legs. He did a complete flip in the air and smashed his heels into the jaw of the unsuspecting leader. As Bond fell over the leader and across his chair, he heard the leader's neck snap. Bond rolled and found a gun, luckily an AK 47 automatic rifle. He heard gunshots on the other side of the room. His military instincts kicked in and he rolled again to a crouch and pulled down hard on the trigger. The other 4 guys leapt to their feet, but Bond cut them down in two sweeps of the machine gun.
Then he rolled again, outside of the obstructive view of the table, and leapt to his feet with the machine guy aimed level to the other side of the room. Bond saw the other 5 guys, prone on the floor, and saw Reena spin around with her gun pointed at Bond.
She yelled, "Stop!"
Bond's trigger finger almost disobeyed her command, but he held back while keeping his gun pointed at her. He was now furious at her. "You sodomized me!"
She yelled back, "Enough with this machismo bullshit! My cover is blown! We don't have time to discuss the details of your homophobia."
With that she grabbed her shirt off the floor and put it on while pulling back up her pants. Bond was simply frozen, standing naked with the AK 47 pointed at Reena.
"C'mon you idiot! Get some clothes on. We have to get out of here!"
Bond snapped out of it. She had saved his life and she spoke the truth. They were in danger. It was time for escape.
As Bond put on his clothes, Reena admired his naked body while she moved toward the door to listen for noises of people approaching. For Reena this entire experience had been surreal considering her earlier encounters with James Bond. She had worked hard to get this deep undercover, but she didn't completely regret the blown cover. Bond was a good man. And she had to admit, he was a great fuck, too. She had hoped for a more romantic encounter with him, but this wasn't bad. She could hear people running toward the door. She turned to see Bond finally tighten his belt and sling the rifle over his shoulder. She shouted, "Let's go!"
Bond watched Reena run to a dark corner of the room. As he followed, he winced at how sore his ass was.
<i>END OF PART ONE</i>
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It was a bad hangover.
But Dom Perignon had never had that effect on James.
It was a first. Something was wrong.
He opened his right eye. Yes, he was still lying in the king-size bed at the center of the seven-star hotel room. He focused on last evening's events. And was hit by the remembrance. Hard. He had failed the gorgeous lady! The green-eyed brunette. The aristocratic chick.
He saw again her sharp moves as she was getting dressed, the zzzip of her pencil skirt closing up, her mocking goodbye. Even worse, he could perfectly remember his pathetic joke on his own failure, and Amanda Victoria looking down at him like the queen she was. "We are not amused."
Her voice was so chilling that he had to stop the air-conditioner before falling asleep.
Was he really getting too old? The new management of MI5 had suggested retirement. Several times. He could almost hear Ms.M's upper-class English resounding into his ears, "Agent double-oh-seven, if you don't feel up to this mission, double-oh-eight can replace you."
The haughty bitch! She wanted to replace him. After so many successes. After such a distinguished career! And who was this double-oh-eight anyway? Probably a nerd just out of the intelligence academy, a bespectacled guy ready to shit himself as soon as he got under enemy fire. Maybe one of those recruits he had met at the 'Soft Weapons' seminar, a compulsory course in which they had taught all the agents about feminine dresses and perfumes--lingerie included--on the basis that they were the means through which the opposition could distract them. Imagine that! Being killed by a guepiere! He remembered even too well the young agents attending the seminar, their sculpted beards, their fake-macho perfumes, their manicured hands. And Ms.M wanted to replace him with these metrosexuals. The haughty bitch!
Thank God, he felt his cock waking up as well, autonomously. The lazy, stupid thing! Yesterday night it looked as erect as the ears of his Scottish cat. All the same, he felt reassured, Feeling his celebrated erection was always good. A good omen. He moved his right hand toward it for further reassurance--and maybe more.
But his hand would not move.
Just then, as if someone had checked his awakening, the room lit up, slowly, softly. Illuminating his naked body, wrists and ankles neatly fixed to leather restraints, the way classy ladies are tied to the bed in classic BDSM movies.
The door opened silently and Amanda Victoria glided in on her high heels, smiling her sexy smile: "Good morning, James, my dear. Slept well?".
She bent over him, allowing him a nice peek into her dress as her fruity perfume (Chanel Number Five) hit his nostrils. She checked his wrists, blocked by his hips, and nodded. Definitely, she was with the opposition. How had he been so careless not to spot the foe? Was he really getting too old? But he was an experienced agent, so he just tried to concentrate on present danger, not future worries. He had escaped worse situations. "Very well, thank you, Amanda. You look well-rested yourself."
Indeed, she looked gorgeous in her white dress (Lanvin), the long-draped skirt resembling a Greek kithon, one shoulder left bare. A Mediterranean goddess. Her naked shoulder--that minimal hint at her nude body--made his cock react slightly, and she raised an eyebrow. "Very well, James. Very well. We are making progress here. After some disappointments, it looks like you are approaching full service again. In some areas, at least." Bending over him, she casually arranged his balls and cock in a better way, looking pleased with the result, like an Ikebana mistress approving the aesthetics of a new flower composition.
He jumped slightly under her deft touch but didn't want her sarcasm or her penis-art expertise to distract him from his more urgent duties, so he ordered his cock to stop giving her that unfair advantage. It tried to resist, but after a little hesitation, it subsided, maybe helped by the sight of the black Walther PPK she had casually snatched out of his jacket's hidden holster. Not good. Even worse, she checked the PPK's charger with well-practiced, economic moves--all sixteen rounds were there, he always traveled with a full tank, you never know.
She engaged the safety catch of the handgun and set it on the lacquered bed-stand. That was better. She had no intention to kill him. Not immediately, at least. And he was resourceful, so he tried his famous self-assured smile as he noticed she had left his watch on his wrist. Unaware of her fatal error, the treacherous bitch was stupidly concentrating on his cock. Women! They can't admit being not attractive enough to generate an automatic erection.
But the chick had resources, too, or maybe she had planned that, because--after bending over him and giving him another peek at her generous bosom--she hovered in front of him smiling that naughty smile of hers, until he reached a place by the vanity, slightly to his right side, well lit under a strategically pointed spotlight where he could see her entire figure, standing in a statuesque pose. There, still smiling that peculiar smile that was quickly becoming rather irritating, she undid the shoulder buckle. And the white dress slid to the floor like an old-fashioned silk parachute, leaving her almost naked, and at the same time fully dressed. Dressed to kill. He couldn't resist bending his neck and checking her attire from the floor up. Loubie pumps (pearl, red soles, five-inch heels), stockings (white silk, ultra-thin, the real thing, not the ugly pantyhose modern chicks favored), corset (white silk, La Perla, complete with garter strips fastened to the stockings). The true conservative escorts' underwear. Had the opposition studied his tastes?
Indeed they had. He looked in disbelief at his own cock as the stupid thing reacted again, against his will. His sight glued to her dressed-nude body, he swiveled his head--the only part of his body he was still able to move according to his will--as she paraded back and forth, moving finally from left to right as she circled the king-size bed, clockwise.
The clash of wills between him and his unruly half-erect cock became well-balanced again as she disappeared behind him, like a she-Moon behind his male-Earth. But he couldn't resist looking east, at moonrise, until Amanda Victoria reappeared from his left, sashaying in front of him to that well-lit spot she was using as her stage for a special strip-tease show of which he was the only lucky patron. She stopped on the lit spot, smiled that really irritating smile, and with a slow yet fluid move slid her lacy panties (La Perla) to the floor. Her luscious bush appeared, trimmed into a perfect triangle pointing down as if she had studied his geometrical tastes. She had. An old-guard straight man, he couldn't stand the novel fashion of bare pussies. And he had always been unable to resist bottomless chicks.
Just then, he realized she was not the twentysomething girl he had believed. Small smile wrinkles carefully concealed through make-up, tight corset probably concealing small tummy issues, or maybe slightly sagging breasts. She was at least thirty. Alas, as of lately, she was unable to resist thirty-something classy ladies sashaying bottomless in Loubies, silk stockings, and La Perla corsets. But he had still his iron will on his side, and his training, and his experience. So, he tried to ignore her back-and-forth deliberate provocations, her round ass wiggling naturally at each step, her really really irritating smile as she looked down at him.
She sat down at a vanity, still in plain sight, left her long hair fall on her bare shoulders, and started fixing her already perfect make-up. Her white ass was on display for him, and he noticed a tiny but well-defined tattoo. The Union Jack, right there, on her right cheek.
Taking advantage of the brief respite, he forced her sight off the national flag and managed to concentrate on his emergency plan: the stupid slut had left his pistol on the bed-stand, and--as soon as he got rid of the restraint--he could grab it in a single swift motion, jump behind the bed, and crouch there in the fire position. His watch could release a whiff of instant-sleep gas and at the same time inject into his wrist an antidote. At the same time, he could activate on a vocal command the micro-robotic milling cutter hidden in his belt and guide it toward his restraints and...
Amanda was smiling a new smile--a super-irritating one--as she casually picked up a black leather thing from the vanity. An ugly-looking but elegant single-tail whip. "Now do you think you can frighten me with that thing, Amanda?"
She just kept smiling, sashaying to her stage spot before turning back to face him, "Oh come on, James, this is not to frighten you... think better!" She put on her glasses (Gucci), accurately measuring the distance. Her oversize lenses looked like the telemetric unit of a battleship. Then, with a fluid movement, she cracked the black leather, deftly whipping him on his exposed balls.
He yelped in surprise. A small sting, and the pain was minimal. But just after the whip had caressed his balls his cock reacted automatically, and he couldn't restrain it. Smiling the Cheshire Cat's smile (the Cheshire Pussycat's smile, actually) she snapped her wrist again, and again he felt the small sting and the velvety caress, and his cock continued moving upward, as unstoppable as the rising sun. The lady was obviously a world expert in the new art of whip-jobs.
He was unwillingly fully erect when she adjusted her corset, its cup becoming magically half-cups and exposing her erect nipples. She was actually enjoying herself. And hopefully becoming distracted. That was the moment.
He made the wrist move he had often practiced, releasing the gas. But nothing happened. He did it again, and the insufferable slut giggled. "Rolexes are not as reliable as they used to be, uh, agent double oh-seven?"
She cracked her whip again, and again the soft leather caressed his balls. His cock was now inexplicably rock-hard. She jumped on the bed, straddling his hips, and as she moved down he saw a translucent tiny drop splashing from her labia onto his navel. She was ready to envelop his granite cock with that hungry pussy. Against his will. He idly considered if this was sexual harassment. Technically, she was going to rape him. But he doubted Mi-5 was interested in pressing charges.
He tried the vocal command to the micro-robot milling cutter, but he didn't expect it to work. "Do you believe I don't know Ms.Q's little tricks, James? I have spent more than one night with her. Q-tie has a lovely pussy, by the way. Mature ladies are soo hot!"
The aristocratic slut laughed softly. "But you see, James, you still command some privileges. What better ending for a man holding your reputation than dying while fighting a crucial mission, exactly when he comes into a classy lady?"
She grabbed the PPK from the bed-stand, and she released the catch just as she slid his cock into her pussy, slowly and deliberately, like an alien spaceship sent from the Bellatrix constellation to snatch his manhood. Only his burning balls remained out in the cold.
She started moving up and down, talking small talk, "Imagine that, James dear. How romantic! Being shot exactly when we come, together." Her breath was getting slightly faster, and his breath was becoming faster as well. Just then another thing materialized in her hand. A nasty-looking black cylinder. She was clearly aroused, because she handled it as if it was an unusual plain dildo. But it was not. She raised her arms over her head as she fitted the silencer onto the PKK's short barrel without even looking at it, giving him a vantage view of her erect nipples as she gyrated her hips and his shaft was turning inside her in slow conic trajectories, according to her will.
At that moment, he realized he had always considered that silencer as a symbol of his sexual power. A phallic symbol. Manpower. And now the haughty chick was deftly fitting it to his own PKK. Her high cheeks were becoming pinker in excitement as she moaned softly, eventually pointing the long barrel to his forehead, exactly halfway between his grey eyes, her breath now faster, her nipples hard, her hips swaying as she maneuvered his cock, round and round, deeper and deeper. He felt he could not resist too much before exploding. But just at that moment, he remembered something he had subliminally discarded, and was now possibly saving his life, and--even more important--his mission. He remembered Ms.M's slightly disgusted expression. "Very well. The mission is yours, agent double-oh-seven. But I'll have agent double oh-eight shadow you, just in case." Increasingly worried, but now more faithful, he snapped his left-hand fingers twice in sequence, the coded signal picked up by the ultra-high-frequency radio hidden in his belt that would alert his colleague, requiring immediate intervention. The nerd was hopefully at his computer screen in a nearby hotel room--and he needed just a few minutes to come to the rescue--hoping he was able to force a hotel door open, not only to hack computers. Now he needed to buy himself a little time. These crucial minutes.
Looking again at the lady moaning and swaying his hips over him he noticed an inspiring detail he had not seen before. Another tiny tattoo, just by her her groomed bush. Three red eagles. A royal crest. Oxford's Queen's College coat of arms.
"Amanda, you are British. You are British upper class. Like me, you attended Oxford University." He continued, slightly cheating on that "I am an MI5 agent, on duty for our common motherland. For our Queen... I mean, our King. You are no traitor, Amanda."
Amazingly, it seemed to have some effect, because she moved the pistol off his forehead, folding her arm diagonally between his breasts, mimicking his famous stance "You know, James, double-oh agents never retire. Because they get never old. Especially those who know a lot of secrets."
But before he could fully process her words' meaning, he heard a slight noise, from the door. A man's voice, "Room service, Sir!" Not the best trick, but fucking double-oh-eight was finally arriving, almost too late. His secret service instincts kicked in, and he pictured the next scene--the door smashed, his incompetent colleague barging in, his firearms blazing. Probably not the dependable PPK, maybe an Italian fancy weapon, a Franchi, or whatever.
But just then, he realized he didn't want this. He pictured Amanda's white corset shattered and dirtied by her blood as she got mowed down. And he wanted to save her. Why? Maybe for the first time he considered retirement. Finding a British wife. An aristocratic mansion, in Kent. Raising kids with Amanda Victoria. He didn't want her killed. She was too young to die.
And even the incompetent double-oh- eight could not miss at such a short distance. "Amanda! Lie down! Now! Double-oh-eight will kill you!"
She appeared to understand because--moving off the firing line--she bent over him, smiling a different smile--no longer irritating, so sweet, almost sad--as her Chanel Number Five hit his nostrils for the last time. "James, I am double-oh-eight."
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Kirsty had a weekend away in London and was travelling on a late night train from London Victoria to Brighton in the very early hours of Monday morning. She was sitting in the last carriage of the train and apart from a middle aged male asleep she was alone.
Kirsty was watching a short porn clip on her phone. She felt herself getting turned on and knew she had at least an hour of boring travelling time left and she wanted to cum.
The guy asleep was two rows away opposite her and had his back to her, Kirsty lifted her legs up so her feet were on the seat opposite and she pulled her dress up and started to explore the inside of her knickers with her fingers.
Kirsty shut her eyes and was thinking about the night before where she finally got to fuck one of her long term male friends. Kirsty began to rub her fingers in a circular motion around her pussy lips and was thinking of cock, she wished she had either a penis or her favourite bullet vibrator to help.
After several minutes of her fingers rubbing her sensitive parts she had an orgasm, cumming hard on her fingers. She was a bit disappointed that she couldn't get a finger in her arse hole as she loved this. Kirsty looked at the middle aged man whom had his back to her still sleeping. She had just masturbated without being seen and that thought started to turn her on slightly again.
Kirsty got up and walked to find the toilet, she left the end carriage and entered the next carriage and again it seemed deserted. She found the toilet with the silly rounded doors and pressed the button.
When the door opened she entered the toilet and walked straight in to the cubicle. There was an older guy, maybe in his forties, he was standing up with one leg on the toilet with his back to the door. From this guys positioning Kirsty thought her was either urinating over the floor or was pulling himself off.
"Hi and what are you up to then?" Kirsty asked in a loud interrupting voice.
The guy slightly turned around to face Kirsty and he was trying to cover his exposed erection.
"Err, I'm hiding from the ticket inspector" Replied the man as his cheeks started to go red.
"That makes two of us then" Said Kirsty.
Kirsty pressed the button inside of the toilet to close and lock the door.
"Do you usually hide from the ticket people with your cock hanging out" Kirsty asked in a aggravating tone.
"Erm, err, well I was just about to go for a wee" Came the reply from the rather embarrassed man.
"Oh don't mind me, I have to go in a minute" Kirsty informed him with a cheeky grin.
The guy stepped back from the toilet and motioned with his hand for Kirsty to go first. Kirsty inspected the seat to make sure it looked clean then sat down as she lifted back her dress exposing her trimmed pussy hair and pulled down her knickers to her ankles. The man still had his cock in his hand was looking at her shaved cunt. Kirsty concentrated and tried to piss in the toilet.
"You can put your cock in my mouth if you want" Kirsty asked him grinning.
The man did exactly what she suggested and he took a few steps closer moving his hips closer to Kirsty's mouth. He placed his penis by her lips and she moved her head forward and licked around his foreskin. Kirsty placed her right hand at the base of his cock and pulled back so his foreskin was now coming away from his cock as she flickered her tongue all over his cock head. The guy closed his eyes and leant his head back breathing heavily. Kirsty opened her mouth and took his hard penis into her mouth. She could not piss now as she was concentrating on sucking the penis in her mouth.
Kirsty was so deep in thought and turned on. She wanted him to ejaculate his sperm so she could taste it. Kirsty felt his hand wondering down to her breasts and he was pulling and tugging at the trying to pull down her top and expose them.
Kirsty with her left hand yanked down her top and bra exposing her breasts and nipples, the guy grabbed them hard pinching her nipples. He gyrating his hips faster so his cock was slopping in and out of Kirsty's mouth. Kirsty tasted pre-cum dribbling out of his cock slit, she moved her tongue to where it was leaking out and lapped it up whilst still sucking hard on his cock and moving her right hand up and down at a fast pace on his shaft.
The guy could take no more, he felt his orgasm coming, it felt like his whole body was going to explode and he didn't want the feeling to stop. His toes started to spasm, his heart was beating fast then the release of his spunk came. Kirsty felt her mouth fill up with warm salty cum, she swallowed the first load of thick warm sperm as more entered her mouth oozing out of his cock. Another spurt shot from his penis into her mouth. The guy moved his bum backwards and his cock pulled out of her mouth, he had spurted two loads of cum and was still mid orgasm. The man placed his right hand on his cock then wanked his shaft furiously aiming it at Kirsty's exposed breasts. He managed to shot another thick stringy wad of cum from his penis, it landed on Kirsty's right breast just above the nipple.
The guy wanked and another blob of gooey cum hit Kirsty's neck.
"Rub my fucking cum in" Said the guy in a half crazed I'm having an orgasm voice.
Kirsty moved her hands to the sticky warm cum and moved both loads to both her nipples. She started to massage the gooey thick substance around her nipples and rubbed it in. The guy stepped back and kind of collapsed on the toilet floor, his cock quite soft but still in his hand.
Kirsty opened rearranged her top to cover her wet sticky breasts she stood up still needing the toilet but pulled her knickers up.
"Are you on this train next week?" He asked.
"Maybe" Kirsty replied.
"I will be and I owe you one" The middle aged man informed her in a heavy breathed voice.
Kirsty left the toilet and found a seat. The train arrived on time and she got off the train. The station seemed deserted, Kirsty checked the station clock and it was around twenty past two in the morning. As she walked down the platform she noticed quite a handsome young railway worker at the ticket gates.
"Is the toilet still open I'm bursting" Asked Kirsty.
"No the public ones are closed, are you that desperate" Replied the lad.
Kirsty nodded.
"You can borrow our staff toilet if you like" said the lad.
"If that's ok you won't get in trouble" Replied Kirsty.
The male walked her through the ticket gates and took her to a lift. He pressed a few buttons and the lift opened, he then signed with his right hand for Kirsty to get into the rather small lift.
Kirsty entered the lift and the handsome young man pressed more buttons and the lift went down. Seconds later they got to a floor where there were male and female toilets opposite the lift.
"There's the ladies" The sexy lad said.
Kirsty went through the toilet door going into a larger room. Kirsty went into a cubicle but didn't bother to close the door to. She pulled her knickers down and started to pee into the toilet. After a minute of peeing she noticed at the corner of her eye the sexy rail worker was watching her by peeping around the main toilet door.
"Don't be she sexy" She said in a sweet innocent sounding voice.
The lad entered the main room a few feet away from her cubicle. He stood there just staring at Kirsty.
Kirsty finished going to the toilet looking directly into the railway workers eyes. She pushed her knickers to the floor and stepped out of them leaving them on the floor in the cubicle.
"I have finished" Kirsty said.
The young worker led her out of the toilet back to the lift, he was silent and never said a word.
The seconds lift journey back to the station level was awkward with the silence.
As Kirsty walked out the station she heard the young lad shout out something like, come back soon coz I wanna go on you.
Kirsty turned round and smiled, she had left him her knickers as a present in the toilet and wondered if he would sniff them.
It's been a few days now and Kirsty is wondering should she have some more train fun with the fare dodger and even take up the young handsome railway guy's offer of letting him have a go on her or should she just stay at home.
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I'm reading my book when she enters. I hear a clatter of keys and I look up, to see framed in our little entry way the tall figure of my roommate. She's standing there as in triumph, legs planted apart, her face all smiles. I smile too. Geena never looks this happy, I've never seen this side of her.
"What's up, G?" I say, sitting up straight.
"I did it," she announces excitedly. "I got the job and I aced the final, I did it all!" Her voice has risen above its usual rich alto, and I can even hear a little tremble of excitement; this almost as much as her words brings me to my feet. I run over and hug her, squealing.
"Yayyy!"
"Thank you so much for your help Tina," she says, hugging me back. We barely fit in the little entryway, which is really just a space between the open closet that's built into the wall and the tall bookshelf we placed there just for fun to make a little hallway into our dorm room. Annie down the hall has a little ramp you have to step onto and then walk down, it's cute.
I step back to let my roommate take off her shoes and her dark jacket. "What are we gonna do to celebrate?" She looks back at me from the closet and giggles.
"Oh I don't know. I don't mind just hanging around." Geena doesn't go out a lot. I think she is a little shy, even though she doesn't seem like it at first, with the way she always takes charge. She is so pretty too, in a way you would call unconventional I guess; her nose is too bumpy, her face too pale and broad, her black hair too messy for her to catch the eyes of dumb boys the way the deep-fried blond girls do, even though really she looks like some kind of exotic Italian starlet... or maybe a little like Ferris Bueller's girlfriend in that movie, with her generous, chocolate eyes, larger than life somehow. Plus she is taller than some of them, and she comes on strong, just looking straight at you and asking whatever question she has. I saw her making out with a guy once, at the one party I could get her to go to, but she wouldn't talk about it afterward and it didn't go anywhere.
I settle down on the couch to half-watch TV, and Geena putters around behind me, humming a little. She sounds so happy! I can her the familiar click of her bracelets coming off. I lean back over the armrest to look at her shadowed back.
"It's too bad there aren't any guys around to see you like this," I say in a sing-song voice, teasing her. She laughs, blushing.
"Oh don't make me go out again Tina." She sounds embarrassed but she's still smiling.
"It's okay, I'm too tired to go anyplace tonight anyway." I loll back on our pile of pillows, stretching my legs across the couch. "Although I might be pretty popular too if I went out like this." Geena looks at my clothes and purses her lips, showing her faint little dimples. I'm wearing my old nightshirt with the unicorn on it, and some cutoff sweatpants that leave my thighs almost all bare. She puts her hands on her hips and affects a theatrical pose.
"You are all mine tonight sweetheart," she declares. "After the help you gave me studying, I owe you a biiiig night of celebration." She strides confidently around the couch and plops down across my feet.
"So," she says with an air of nonchalance, "what's on TV?"
I burst out in laughter, and fold myself over to her end (my feet are trapped) so I can tickle her. She shrieks as my fingers dig into the dark fabric of her t-shirt.
"No you can't, ahhh nooo!" She wriggles and swats at me with her long arms. "I might be on the Dean's List now! In the name of the dean I command you to stop!" I collapse on her belly laughing, comfortably bent in two. Why can't she be this playful around other people? But my thoughts are broken when her own fingers dig into my sides, just as ticklish as hers.
"Oooh!" I jerk away and my head bonks into Geena's chin, making her jaw clack shut. She lets go of me right away. "Oh no honey I'm sorry!" I am right back with her, petting her forearms as she holds her hands over her mouth. "Are you okay honey?"
She pouts at me. "You made me bite my tongue!" Her face is so funny, I know she's okay now. I tousle her hair and try to look contrite (I do still feel a little badly).
"Oh and on your big night too!" Geena looks at me askance, rubbing her mouth. "Well, we are just going to have to--eeee!" I cry as she pounces on me, pushing me into the pillows. "No no no!" I kick and fight but she tickles me soundly until I finally yell through her hair that I give up. Then we lie there panting, Geena's head on my breast, until she shifts. I see her arm rise.
"I wonder if Law & Order is on," she says. The TV clicks on, and I catch my breath. Then I push her a little, so that I can turn and see the screen.
Law & Order is on. Twice in fact. We watch it all, and then there is some weird thriller on Cinemax and we are lazy college girls with no obligations for hours and hours so we watch that too. It's really dark out by now and the hall is mostly quiet. We two have sunk into the couch. I have to shift occasionally to keep Geena's cheekbone from poking my hip the wrong way, but mostly I am comfortable, snug even, with my bare legs running down her warm torso, half covered by the blanket she's pulled onto us. I don't know how she can stand hanging her bottom half over the far end of the couch like she's doing but she seems fine.
On the screen, it looks like Angie Everheart is about to launch into another topless sex scene, as the slightly greasy male lead comes up behind her in this racy nightclub where he's led her and starts touching her through her dress. I think I am gonna laugh at this one like we did the others (it's not a very good movie) but I guess we're just used to it by now, ready to let the story run its course without further mockery. And wouldn't you know it but this shot is actually kinda working for me. Angie is supposed to be the innocent, upright woman who is actually trying to bring this sleazy (but somewhat hot) guy to justice for a bad thing he did earlier, only instead he is drawing her into his world and something about seeing his hands on her clothed breasts as she stands proud and helpless, pinned by her growing lust, just slips into me and makes me react. I lie still and quiet, just watching. Geena doesn't make any sound either; maybe she is asleep. So I don't really think of her. The scene gets a little hotter, and so do my legs and hips as the sex changes happen in my own body, although I don't feel like I need to do anything really, except lie there and float in this cheesy romantic fantasy a little while my panties steam up. Only I feel long fingers curling along my inner thigh.
This is strange. I guess Geena is watching after all? And she must like what she sees, because she is stroking me gently for what reason I do not know, and suddenly I notice her hot breath intruding between my rumpled nightshirt and the waistband of my shorts. Not that she is nuzzling me, you know, but she wasn't breathing quite like that a few minutes ago. I'm pretty sure.
It's uncomfortable but not too much so, so I let this drift for a moment, and then the next. Time passes like this when the lights are dim and you are relaxed. I ought to do something. Thoughts as to what haven't yet formed. Meanwhile those little fingernails lightly tickle my skin, inches from my crotch. It really feels quite nice. Something in that tickle is rising to my head and then out of nowhere I'm scared. Because my roommate is a lesbian. I mean I don't know that she is, but the idea that she could be has just become real, and I don't know what to do. I'm scared, and...
...and that's all. The second has passed and I'm still alive and this is college and I can do what I want. My heart speeds a little as something else opens in my mind: the idea that I can let this happen. In fact maybe I even want it. I am aroused, after all. As if to confirm this, my pussy suddenly throbs. I stare at the screen but all I see is naked puppets; they are just colored shadows now, pushed flat by the expanding possibility of what we are doing on this couch.
"Honey," I say softly, because I am afraid to just touch her hand even though I want to. I can't stop my voice from trembling but I need to say something flirty. "What are you doing?" No, that wasn't right. The fingers have stopped. I reach down and put my hand on hers. Okay, not so scary. But now we are frozen. The sex scene is ending in front of us. I swallow, my head thick, and a pool of lust spreads through my chest.
"I liked it," I hear myself purr, as my fingers strum over hers, enticing them to clasp the flesh of my hot thigh. Geena's hoarse breath spills out across my skin. It's the first sound I have heard from her. I stroke up around her wrist, where I can reach it, and her dangling hair tickles my hand. But still she is hugging my legs stiffly, her face turned away. I need her to cooperate if she is going to seduce me. "Sit up, G," I order her, tasting my old nickname for her in this strange new context. I start to pull away from her, and she opens just enough to let me go.
Then, slowly, she rolls over, swinging her feet to the floor, her face downcast all the while. She sits up. "Good girl," I say, but she won't smile with me, she doesn't even meet my eyes. Is she scared? Oh god am I doing something horrible? I fumble for what to say next and then my eyes light on Geena's chest, where her t-shirt, stretched because she is sitting on it, tents over her substantial breasts, each fronted by a very pointy nubbin of what is clearly a very erect nipple. I know my roommate and her boobs don't usually do this. And it is not cold in here. The girl wants me, just like I want her (I think), and we are going to hook up. I feel dizzy, unreal. It occurs to me that maybe this can be the present she owes me. I scootch in 'til my knees meet her thigh, and the little distance I move feels like a mile, because I am on my way to make a move on my friend. I see her head turn as my naked legs move so close. My hand slips under her chin, to turn it more. I duck my head to match her face to mine. Her big dark eyes are low under their gracefully arched lids, and then, suddenly, she's looking at me. Oh those eyes. My friend is hot. My heartbeat skips. I'm very very excited.
"Geena," I say, wanting, asking. Her eyes are dull, her sculpted lips apart. I feel her palm land on my thigh. Yes, I think, wanting her to take more. But I can't say it, I'm nervous again, what am I doing? even as I cup her breast in my shaking fingers. So yielding, so warm. My lips are dry, they are leading me forward, and then she's scrambling, pushing off my thigh as she tries to stand, so fast that I nearly fall openmouthed into her shoulder.
"I--can't," she cries, strangled. And then she's fumbling at the door and slipping around it and with a click of the latch I am alone.
Oh no oh no. I rise unsteadily from the couch, but Geena is gone. Is she angry? Should I be? I look in the mirror above our bureau, and see myself flushed and glowing, my wavy golden hair a mess, a cloud. A minute ago I felt the way I look, but now I am blinking back tears. I think she wouldn't just go tell somebody. She can't! I worry about that a little but then right away my fear for myself slips into the hole she left when she pulled away from me. I feel sick because I groped my roommate and it wasn't okay. And dimly, I wonder how I can face her again. But more than that I just ache because we were so deep into this thing and then she stopped it and my body needs to keep moving into her but instead I am straightening up the couch.
There is nothing more to do in here except get ready for bed. I take my toothbrush and my bruised self to the bathroom to do the bare minimum; I can shower in the morning. I feel forlorn but the faint sounds of the hall, and then the cool tiles on my feet, help to ease me out of my horny fugue, pull the blood away from the surface. I know things will work out. Maybe I will even masturbate once I am in bed.
I take care of my toiletry mechanically, not thinking. It occurs to me as I am leaving the bathroom that Geena might have been in one of the stalls... and a moment later I see her back, turning the corner, as she walks toward our room. She passed right by me while I was peeing maybe. I don't know. But now I must face her.
When I open the door she is pulling on her boxers, and I feel relieved that she is doing something so ordinary as getting ready for bed too. She looks up at me and before I can speak she says "I'm so sorry." Her voice is tight somehow, but she looks basically calm. Her hands are at her hips, her soft dark eyebrows gracefully knit.
"Oh," I say, as some of the weight suddenly lifts from me. I'm not sure whether I should apologize too. Geena opens her mouth to say something else but no sound emerges. Then she starts toward me, one arm partly raised. She looks stuck. I feel a rush of empathy and almost leap in to hug her. I clasp her tightly, and she quickly responds in kind.
I still don't know what to say so I just keep on squeezing her. Eventually we disengage and step apart.
"Pretty weird way to end your big night, huh?" I try to joke. In this moment the whole incident feels like a familiar thing, something we've endured together.
To my relief Geena chuckles, albeit weakly. "Yeah," she replies, a catch in her throat. We stand awkwardly for a beat.
"Well, I guess I'm going to bed," I say. On some level I know we need to talk this through. But I feel inept. It's easier just to move away, toward the ladder to my bunk. I'm aware of Geena standing behind me. But she was going to bed too, and we can talk in the morning. I start to climb and her hands fall on my shoulders, stopping me at the first rung even though I hadn't heard her move. I turn my head and hers is right there and she pushes and steers me, easily controlling my precarious mass, until I am captured, somewhat stably, between her and the ladder and the adjacent wall. For a split second she hasn't yet kissed me but she's closing in, I see my fate clearly in her yearning eyes, hear it in our quickened breaths, but it's all I can do to keep my balance on the rung and watch my life change. This moment is light and scent and warm pressing girl, no room is left for minds but to know about it. Now her lips reach mine and knowing and watching both die away. Oh throb, says my clit.
My eyes flicker, wanting to close and leave out the whole world except for this warm female face pressing close to mine, these delicious lips. I tense my calf as Geena's advance tilts me away from my foothold, and I almost fall but then her arm is behind me, she's got me.
"Unh," I gasp in a high-pitched tone, torquing my head to track Geena's sideways motion, to continue thrusting at her lips. My arm is in the way, still stretching across her big squashed breasts to rest on the ladder's further post, and I struggle for a moment to lift it up high and then around to her other side without disengaging our lips any longer than necessary. Then my foot slips and for a moment she is half carrying me as I step-swing to the floor and then thump back against the wall. Her arms are both encircling me, and I submit hungrily, clawing my fingertips down her t-shirt-clad back.
Geena has to bend a little to meet my face, and her hips are held back from mine. She mouths me again and again, so fiercely that I think I might cry out. My pelvis pushes by instinct for hers, but I can't press it into her, leaning back as I am. I can only meet her hot full kisses, surrender to them.
Then she slows, lowering her torso so she can reach more of me, my temple, my neck. Wherever she kisses me, I burn. Behind her my arms feel light, unneeded. Geena is the hands, the mouth. She can do whatever she wants with me.
I feel her fingers hitching up my shirt, encircling my naked belly, and my eyes widen. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes," I chant, gazing toward the far corner of the ceiling above Geena's picture of racehorses. Her mouth finds my shoulder and I wriggle there. Now she's kissing down my collarbone, now her hands are up under my armpits, they're sliding behind me, they're unhooking my bra.
"Haaaah," I sigh airily, feeling my breasts sag slightly. I raise my arms and let her slide the old unicorn shirt off me. It falls to the floor and only for a moment do I meet Geena's smouldering eyes before she dives back to my chest.
"Oh baby, I need you," I pant, clasping my hands in her hair. I don't have to push her, I just knead and moan, letting her big open kisses deform my tits, jiggle them, wet my cleavage. I am not as big as Geena but I have plenty for her long fingers to grab. And she is dizzying me, kissing my beating heart, brushing my nipples. I am fevered. My hands run up and down her spine, playing her. Now her mouth closes around my right nipple with a rich, measured suckle that lasts for seconds, years, and I'm carried over the edge. My palms spread on her warm back, pushing. I gasp sharply, once, again, jerking my hips. My chin meets her scalp as I shudder in place. She licks my titty once more, and ooohhh I groan low. Quakes of pleasure roll through my belly, through my head; I breathe them onto her hair. My pussy fucks at the air, hungry, untouched except by the teasing pressure from my short shorts.
"Oh god yes G do me I want you," I coo, petting my roommate wherever my hands can find her. She is losing control too. Her mouth no longer kisses but just nibbles everywhere on my belly, washing me with quick hot breaths and random tasting tongue-strokes. I have forgotten how to be ticklish. Her hands grope under my butt, she pants at me louder and louder, and now she's rising, hugging, kissing, wrestling me, I don't know what's happening but we fall and there's a bed under us and I'm hitching back so she can mount me or whatever she thinks she will do. I'm scared again but I want it, whatever it is, whatever is about to happen.
Geena is half on me already and she doesn't stop, she climbs up and turns partway to fit me, her kneeling closed thighs driving mine wide apart. My hips tremble with want; I wrap my legs behind her waist, tugging her downward, but she resists. Her forehead meets mine, her full cheek touches mine. She is taut with heat but her motion is curiously tender. My arms encircle her, I kiss her ear, but she only hovers. The moment stretches.
My hips push upward once more; I lift my ass from the bed briefly, so hungry for that bared narrow midriff under my calves to crush me down and hump me silly. But she is still, though her breath seems nigh to flaming.
"Geena," I beg. "Geena." I love her for holding me, for letting time pass so I can feel this wild hurting need. I kiss my love into her firm shoulder. Her face sinks further into the hollow of my neck. She is resting partly on it--I can feel her arms relax a little.
"Yes baby yes, come to me," I tell her arched neck. She's strong but I am coaxing her into me. "Baby this is right, I need this, you can have me." I'll say anything to make her move into me more, and everything I can say is true. I feel her knees slip a few inches. I wrap my legs all the way around her, I can reach now, and my cunt brushes something, she's almost here to me where she belongs. "Don't stop G," I plead, "I'm yours, I'm all yours."
Whether it's from my touch or from my words I do not know, but something is released in Geena. I feel her moan, almost see it the sound is so human, has such shape, such pain. I don't know if she's horny or sobbing or what but I feel for her even in my sudden frightened silence. But her hand is gliding down, then the other too, and as they tickle along my ribs I think yes, because this is where the girls finger each other finally. I cross my own arms through hers, finding and grasping her soft relaxed buttocks while she probes at my waistband, and sliding down her shorts as she fumblingly unfastens mine. I have to pull my thighs in so she can take my shorts down, down, and off one foot with my panties along for the ride. Oh god maybe we are going to rub pussies together. But still she perversely holds herself arched. I won't wait any more. I spread my legs wide again, I run my hands around her beautiful hips, reaching for her surely sopping crotch. And her arms are suddenly there between us--they push mine back. I struggle with her, growling in sudden frustration and lust, driven beyond understanding of why she would try to stop me. My hands twist and push, fingers questing toward her sex, but I only manage to graze her sweaty wrist--yet her hands are both on me, higher up my arms, so how--
"Aah!" I squeal in sudden pain. Geena has shoved my arms apart, wrenching my left wrist. She shifts roughly forward and up on one elbow, so that her upper body is half supported on my neck and chest, confining me. Her cheek presses hotly on mine. Her boobs grind her t-shirt into my naked chest. I don't understand what she wants but I'm not in charge, haven't been for a long while. She reaches one-handed between our still-separated groins and does something, touches herself I think, and I wonder, is this her fantasy, to control me and make me do nothing while she masturbates? But no, I feel her fist between my legs, and my face flushes anew at her touch because this will be some kind of virginity, gone in a moment. Soft skin nudges my vagina, and my body responds, tensing uselessly under Geena. Again, pressure, firm soft fingers no something, pushing harder now, finding my wet hole. My mouth is open, silent, my pelvis fixed to the bed. Hardness under that soft skin drives me open like a penis, pushes into my slick tunnel further than fingers should go, filling me with the answer to a question most unfair. Because in my world, you don't have to ask what is between your girlfriend's legs.
"No, no," I mewl, but inexorably Geena sinks her body into mine, driving before it her... driving what, what--her hand has gone to my waist now, so that must be her dick. I am not ready for this anymore but she won't be stopped. She lies upon me, within me, panting in little breaths, before pulling back with a squelch. "Unh, you're hurting me baby," I whine, but she hunches back down, making us both cry out. A soft mass kisses my perineum, and I say "Geena," wanting to continue why do you have balls, but there's a dark tingling fog in my whole lower body and all that comes out is "Geena, Geeena..."
She freezes again, then pulls back, thrusts, out, in, and now she's twisting on me, gasping into my ear, hugging me as she sags to one side but without ever letting up on my poor pussy, which squeezes tight about the full length of her jerking cock. I feel every inch of her, feel her meaty organ begin to throb. She pins me to her with long greedy arms, and as each spurt pulses through her dick she thrusts her hips. Throb, throb, throb deep inside me. My heel slides across the bedspread; my fingers tremble in air. With one final moaning thrust Geena releases the last of her cum, and suddenly she is a great ragdoll atop me. I'm sweating, I feel strange, and then suddenly I'm moving, I'm writhing in an electric circuit that starts and ends at my engorged clit, through which I am exquisitely aware of every gentle bit of friction from Geena's soft pressing belly. I twitch and squeak, grinding my hips, clutching her hair. My head is empty, my pussy full, my world made of cum. The circuit spreads; my body is a loop. It feels like forever.
When next I am aware of myself, Geena is no longer atop me. She has pulled out and huddled against my side, hugging my arm like a baby. Her head is still nestled against my shoulder. I don't know what to think. It's a new world now. I lie there with her, letting my eyes step around the diamond shapes in the metal bedframe above us. I have no idea what comes after this, or who this really is lying next to me. In a minute, just as soon as I catch up with myself, we are maybe going to talk it all out, somehow. But for now it is good enough to wait here together, listening to the deep rich silence.
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A dim awareness of hair in my mouth. A pillow squashed under my cheek. There is lamp-light but sleep makes even the light seem dark. An arm stretching across me, heavy, a hot face, too hot, at my chest. But the rest of me is cold and I want to move but I don't move. I know I need to talk something out with this person on top of me but now it is too late, we are sleeping. There is a sick fear in my belly because of what we have done. Naked to the air, my little patch of pubic hair tugs on sore, sensitive skin, glued there by dried... semen. It is scary and wrong wrong wrong and if I weren't on the pill I would maybe be at the clinic right now, trying to prevent disaster. But I am and anyway I can't move. I need to move though, to get out from this red sickness. I'll move in a minute. She is touching me way too much and I need to get her away. I'll roll aside and stand up. That is what I will do next. Anytime now, I'll do it. She's too heavy, too much. Anytime now.
...
I am tugging the blanket up to my neck. The room feels cool. I can hear a wind from outside, but it's warm under the blanket. My companion, my Geena, is next to me. She is warm and soft and my arms want to hug and hold her. I feel a twinge of wrongness about this, being here with her, but I know it's not wrong, that's just memory from some other time. I'm confused, yet relaxed. It doesn't seem to matter why my roommate and I are in bed together, although I think maybe it will later. I push my arm out across her, under the blanket, finding her upper back and following its contour. I see her dark hair, just a silhouette in the dark room, (who was it that shut the lamps off, I don't know, I don't care) and it's really nice--I'm in bed, but not alone, how lucky I am to be here. I'd like to cuddle into her. She's tall and she'll make me feel safe. I'm naked but somehow that is okay. The world seems warm and open and good as I slide into Geena. I feel a little kinky buzz of anxiety because she is a girl, or basically a girl anyway (I'll think about this later), and her nude legs are so smooth and soft against mine. I don't know what she is, but it is exciting not to know. This is an adventure and I am giving myself to it.
Geena's arm resists a little as I pull it over me; and now she is alive and moving, hugging me back as I meld myself to her, pushing out of me a little sound of comfort. I nestle my face into her shoulder, loving her warmth, her size, the exciting forbidden softness of her chest. I shift, squeezing her more tightly. Geena squeezes me back, wrapping one of her legs around mine. Her t-shirt rumples between us. There, there is her penis on my pelvis, soft but undeniable. I can actually feel it inching across my skin as it stiffens. The strangeness and excitement of this push me awake a little more, and I get the giddy roller-coaster feeling again. I deeply need to know what happens next, and already my body is asking, pressing harder into Geena, begging to be surrounded by her. She responds in kind. Her shoulder has become taut under my chin. I open my legs to let her lower thigh through; my hips press on hers. This is good.
I feel lovely in this embrace, suspended in magic. I could lie like this for many hours. But Geena is still moving so I let her rock up into me; I slide my hand down over her butt to feel her push, to take part in the coiled urgency of her shifting muscles. Her cock head just reaches my nervous belly, and I think she wants to rub it on me. I try to help, but I'm drifting somehow. When she pushes I can do no more than accept her. Time flutters by; hazy impressions of warmth and pleasure and thrusting penis fade in and out of my awareness. I wish she would stop so we could just cuddle but at the same time I like how she is using me, how she desires me. I can almost sleep like this; for isolated moments I do. At some point I half-awaken to the sensation of a liquid squirting onto my belly, and at first I fear we will have to get up because Geena has wet the bed. But then I remember that she was humping me and I'm glad for her because she must have gotten off. It is still very strange, to think of this beautiful woman needing to empty her balls on me, but I'm too tired and cozy to mind about mysteries or about futures right now. I kiss her neck and fall back asleep.
...
I hear a bird at the window. There is light, and it is cool and friendly on my eyelids. My arm is wedged under me and my support--it's half-asleep, and that bothers me. My eyes open. I see stark contrast: white wall above, sliced by a clean arc of black-clothed breast. The other breast of that pair is pressing past my chin, and I marvel at this new experience, of waking up a lesbian... or whatever I am now. My arm nags at me but now my brain is recognizing that this is my lover supporting me, and the glow of being with her rises anew, superseding other concerns. Now, though, I'm awake enough to worry a bit as I nuzzle my cheek into Geena's boob, as I worm my upper arm further up between her shirt and her warm, bare side. What will become of this? Will she and I go out together? Will I want to hold her hand, to kiss her like I would a boyfriend, with other people watching? Will she want people to know we are a couple? Are we a couple? And--oh god I actually forgot for a moment--why, why, why does she have a penis? Each question dispels another portion of my languor and soon enough I am wiggling to reclaim my arms, hitching myself upward.
"Geena," I whisper to my roommate. "Geena wake up." I really need to talk to her. She doesn't move though. I think about tickling her but that would be mean. "Geeena." I mean to be serious, to let out my anxiety, but her face is so cute that I smile, even though her expression is basically neutral. Oh boy I'm turning goofy--I'm acting the way I do when I have a crush on somebody. "Geeeeeeeeena," I sing. I lay my head next to hers and breathe it into her ear. "Geeeeeeeeeeee, naaaaaa." Ahh it's fun to have a lover. But behind that I'm antsy, I need to know what I've gotten myself into. Love can be dangerous too and I haven't done it enough not to be afraid right now.
Geena shifts a bit but she still doesn't wake. I reach up without thinking and touch her face, exploring with my fingers what I had thought to be familiar as I wonder about the possibilities. Did she used to be a boy? She is big but not masculine; she passes easily amongst the women of our floor. Or did she change into a boy! But could a man-made penis be so much like an ordinary one? I have no idea. Maybe she was just born this way... maybe she is a hermaphrodite! Oh god I haven't even thought of that, it makes my heart skip. I sit up and look. Yes there is her penis, soft and delicate in the morning light, shrunken back into its bizarre sleeve of skin. So much skin, is it some deformity? No, wait, that is what they look like uncircumcised. Or is it? Where is my high school sex education teacher now? I feel foolish in my ignorance--were my past boyfriends circumcised? I want to touch this thing. After a moment I do. I lift it, poking my finger into the wrinkled tip, peering beneath the scrotum. No, no vagina there. I fondle Geena's balls, rolling them gently around. They are a little bit bigger than I expected. I recall now that Geena stretched me when she entered me--she is actually rather well-hung, at least according to my limited knowledge. I giggle nervously at the idea. It's scary, but sexy. How in the world has she hidden this thing for so long?
Geena's pale hips tilt under my curious fingers. I glance up to see her gazing back at me, and blush hard, feeling my hands change from explorers to intruders. I settle them on her thighs, away from her private parts.
"Hi," I say shyly. I can't read her expression.
"Hi," she replies. I wait for more but she just lies there as if frozen. I glance at my hands, and at her again. I really don't know what to say. But nobody else is taking charge.
I look down again, but that penis isn't going to say anything. I sit back a bit; my blush is fading. There's an itch on my arm. Geena quietly clears her throat. I look at her, suddenly made anxious by her stare. My boobs feel very naked, but I don't cover them, shouldn't have to. What is she thinking?
"Did you have a nice night?" I ask. It sounds so lame, the way I say it, but we need to talk.
"Yeah," says Geena. Another pause.
Something occurs to me. "I guess I know why you would never go swimming with me, huh?"
Geena's mouth, always curved faintly upward at the corners, curves a little more. "Yeah," she says, her tone a little higher, girlish. She still just watches me--confident Geena, frozen in her bed. Suddenly I think she looks vulnerable, and I am not scared anymore.
"I had the best night," I tell her, lying down beside her. "That was so special Geena." She has turned to face me but still she makes no move. Oh my god she is trembling!
"Honey are you okay?"
Geena bites her lip, glances down at her hand, which is clutching at the bedspread. She opens her mouth but no sound comes for a moment. "I don't... know," she says, struggling, and the tension slipping around her words makes it clear that she is about to lose control, this girl who I have never seen cry.
I am drawn to her instantly. "Oh baby it's alright, it's alright," I tell her and the tears come at the same moment, spreading between Geena's face and my breast, for I have automatically hugged her to me. "Don't cry honey, we're friends, it's okay!" She is sobbing, sharply against my chest, and with each gasping breath she pierces my heart more deeply. I'm torn by her pain, I want very badly to care for her. I find myself telling her I love her, that I'll never ever hurt her. The words rush out of me. I forget myself as I comfort her, saying whatever I can, supported by the long arms that wrap around me. Soon she cries herself out, leaving us tangled and hot and and mostly silent again.
I cradle her dark head, relieved--yet a little frightened at how easily I let myself hurt for my crying lover. Why should I feel so alive now, when someone else is unhappy? But maybe she feels better after all. It is good to let things out.
"All done?" I ask her gently. She sniffs and pulls back, nodding. Her face is red, but open now, relaxed. I stroke some of her hair out of her face, and she smiles a little.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I don't know how to act in this situation."
I laugh. "I can't say I blame you."
"I loved what we did," she tells me earnestly. "I... maybe you should know that I was a virgin. I mean, I never even let anybody see... I didn't mean for you to ever know. But I couldn't stop myself, you were so beautiful, and you're so nice and I just had to touch you. I don't think I ever could have stopped myself."
"I'm glad you didn't," I smile, floating on her compliments. On impulse I lean in, pausing for just a moment before her frazzled face, and kiss her. She blushes cutely.
Ah it's such fun. But I remember myself. "G you have to tell me though. Why do you have... that? How did you... I mean, what are you? I mean I like it! But you have to tell me! As your girlfriend, I command you!" I made her smile. Oh boy I think this means I really am her girlfriend now. And oh thank god I'm finally going to find this out.
Geena's composure returns, now that she has a specific task to perform. "There's not much to tell," she replies, her graceful features just a few inches from mine. "I've had it for as long as I can remember." She shifts, and puts her hand casually to my face, fixing my hair as I have done for her. "My parents told me I used to be a regular girl, and then I got sick, when I was very young, and after that it just grew."
"It just... grew?" This is too unreal. But what else would it have done!
"Yeah," continues Geena, "and they took me to the doctor and he said I appeared to be a 'perfectly healthy boy'." Her voice becomes sardonic as she mimics the doctor. "But then I got older and my boobs came and when I started high school everybody treated me like a girl. My boobs were big even then. So I just hid it." Geena was homeschooled until her teens, I knew this already. The rest is news to me obviously.
"But... what was it? Didn't the doctor know?"
"No, he just called it a fluke. Pretty big fluke, huh?" She traces a line across the bedsheet, frowning. "And he only examined me the one time. After that we never talked much about it--my family I mean. I, um... I used to hide porn sometimes, on our computer. I never knew which sex to look at. But I only ever masturbated until last night."
I am too puzzled to digest her sexual history just now. "But... Geena!" I exclaim. "Shouldn't somebody know what has happened to you? People pay big money for sex changes, and you just did it by accident! And what if it happens again? Will I be a lesbian?"
She giggles, clearly heartened by my continued suggestions that we are a couple. "I think it is pretty permanent by now. But I'll tell you if it starts to shrink."
I roll onto my back, overwhelmed by this reality now that we are talking about it and I have to really think about it. Shouldn't somebody know about this? Why wouldn't the doctor have... I don't know... told other doctors? Geena is from a rural area; maybe he was some incompetent country doctor, or maybe he valued people, and their quirks and their privacy, over medical science. Or maybe those are just silly stereotypes. I resolve to help Geena find out about her body, someday.
But first. "Hey you are lucky I am on the pill! Or... are you? Can you get somebody pregnant?"
"I don't know," answers Geena. "I always assumed so but it never seemed necessary to find out right away."
"Well you are going to have to learn about condoms," I assert, taking control of at least this one thing. "Or I guess we could get you tested somewhere. But I don't want any accidents."
Geena has a strange little smile on. "Does this mean... we're going to do it again?"
I blush, and smile back. "Well... yeah... I mean, if you want to. I mean... I want to." I stare for a moment into her hypnotic almond eyes. "I mean... you're really hot." I'm not exactly smiling any more.
Neither is Geena. She moves in, ever so slowly, and I wait with lips parted until she kisses me. Oh yum. It is delicious to go this slowly. And why does everything make sense again, now that we are touching instead of talking? Geena is confident now, and I let her take charge. Her hand closes over my breast; her tongue slips into my mouth. I feel her body aligning with mine, and I know she must be hard again.
I pull back for a breath. "Let's not go all the way now baby," I tell her, even though I kind of want to go all the way. "I need to shower first, you wore out my poor pussy." It feels so sexy to talk about my pussy with her.
"'kay," she says softly. Then her lips close on mine again and I'm lost in our makeout session. I rub her back, squeeze her bare butt, that damned t-shirt is in the way again. It's coming off. I pull it upward, feasting on Geena's neck, getting in my own way. Once it is off we kiss again, reaching for one another's breasts at the same time, smiling into one another's lips. Geena fills my hands with her feminine flesh, even as her rigid cock periodically bonks on my thighs. I don't really know what to do with her boobs; it's revolutionary enough, for me, just to touch them. Maybe I will suck on them later. But right now we are kissing, kissing, kissing. Mmmm this girl deserves a favor. I bring my upper hand down and find her shaft, grasping it firmly. Geena's breath escapes into my mouth.
"Ahh you like that? How does it feel baby?" Her organ slides through its own skin-sleeve within my grip, stretching the presumably nerve-rich skin tight around her glans. Geena pants and groans.
"Tina yes, it feels so goood," she moans. She's lost her hold on my lips. I'm in charge now. I nibble at her pretty eyebrows, ringing her nipple with my thumb, but my fingers around her cock remain still.
"Do you want me to jerk you off? Tell me what you want baby," I tease.
"Yeesss, please yes, jerk me off Tina," she groans, her penis twitching. I oblige. My hand slides forward, then back, and forward, then back, now bunching her skin over the lollipop head of her dick, and now stretching it far again. When it stretches all the way she gasps. I kiss and lick her lips, making her work to breathe over me, wanting to overwhelm her. Her fingers clutch my breasts, kneading them irregularly.
"I'm gonna stroke you 'til you shoot your girljuice all over me," I tell her, liking the control I have over her. She merely moans and thrusts her hips. "Cum for me, G, cum for your girlfriend." It's so crazy to be able to talk like that. And so hot.
Geena's penis is rock-hard; her breath is shallow and fierce. "Unhhh, ohhh yes, yesss..." she moans. Her hips ratchet and twist as she rhythmically penetrates the hand-pussy I have made for her. Then she shakes and squeaks, disrupting our pattern. "Uhh... uhhh... I love you Tina, I love you so much, ohhh god yesss!" she cries. My boobs hurt pleasantly in her squeezing grip. Her penis telescopes in and out, thrusting and jerking, and gobs of white cum begin to burst from it. I hold her, helping her cum, fulfilled within the context of this one sexual act but disquieted by her declaration of love. I feel solemn somehow in my horniness, as if I have been given something rare, girlcum and girl love all at once, and I hope I can accommodate it. I hope I am worthy of it. My thigh is dripping and still she lobs her sticky stuff at me, making my heavy thoughts seem silly. My moistened hand slips all over her dick as it finishes its spasms. I'm glad I made her cum again. She slows in her movement, and I kiss her hard, twisting my neck to find her face where she has hunched it over in her ecstasy.
Geena's lips are delicious, but limp--ahh what a guy she is. I giggle and pet her hair. Her eyes are closed; she is a disheveled, smiling mess. We are both panting, both sweaty. I hug her.
"I guess we're gonna go through a lot of sheets from now on," I tell her, and she looks at me and laughs.
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Jenny glances toward the door of the den. "Is everybody here?" she asks.
"We're missing... Julia. And Geena," pipes up Annie. We are about to start our weekly house meeting. Annie is the house secretary, and so she's keeping track.
"Oh!" I say, distracted by this mention of my roommate from the jostling Cheryl is giving me as she playfully struggles to keep control of her section of the den's only couch. "Geena said she would only be here for the first part of the meeting. She has to go to orientation for her new job at 7:30. And she might be late too, oof!" I lose my breath momentarily as Cheryl shoves herself back against my side.
"Oh sorry Tina," she says with complete insincerity, turning her head partway toward me. Beyond her, Tamara is lolling off the couch, apparently upset by Cheryl's move and giggling way too hard to right herself. Her small face is bright red and even though she's in college, and presumably only slightly younger than the rest of us (she's the only freshman on this floor of the dorm), she looks just like a little girl.
"Okay you're squishing me now, can you please just sit like a normal person?" I say to her in a very serious tone--until I dissolve into giggles myself. The joke is that this couch is only a loveseat, and it can barely hold two normal people comfortably, let alone three.
But Cheryl has turned away. "Here, let me help you up," she says loudly to Tamara. She reaches awkwardly over the sprawling girl, and then the cushion she's kneeling on slides backward and soon they're both on the floor, laughing. Jenny looks at us and sighs theatrically.
"Okay, kids, let's not break the couch," she admonishes us. Cheryl and Tamara climb to their feet, and then the two of them sit down together, clamping my butt against the arm of the couch. We all look back at Jenny with angelic smiles, and she snorts. "Meeting time everybody!" she calls out, as Julia scoots in at the last possible moment and sits cross-legged on the floor next to the couch (since there are no seats left).
Jenny reads through the list of agenda items--treasurer's report, a note from the RA about keeping the hall clean, tutoring schedules for the new term, something about intramurals... I'm not paying too much attention. It always seems silly to me that we have a "house government" at all. The treasury only has $15 in it, for god's sake! But I like being together with all my neighbors. They are a lot of fun, mostly, and we always act like children together, which I guess is normal for college students. Some of them anyway!
Yet it was just this sort of childish playing that led me, just a few days ago, into the very adult action of taking the virginity of my roommate, and subsequently spending the night and morning in bed with her. It seems very strange to me now, that sex could so easily slither out of this kind of casual touching—this thing I just do naturally with people I like, something I never considered remotely sexual. My situation with Geena was special, of course, but still... to be reminded of this potential for lust in all of us is disquieting. I look over at little Tamara (we actually call her that sometimes!), and wonder whether she has gone all the way with a boy yet. I'm not sure I've even seen her talking to one! And do Cheryl and her boyfriend have tickle fights? Or do they do it--have sex I mean--all seriously and romantically, staring into each other's eyes with deep meaning? We talk about a lot of things, but not that.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," says a familiar, soft voice from the door. My gaze darts upward. It's Geena, and I feel myself smiling at the sight of her. I'm a little nervous because she and I haven't been together in front of everybody since... since it happened. But then, she'll have to sit on the floor someplace anyway, probably next to her usual chair, the one in front of the microwave.
Jenny nods her in, and she strides directly over to me. I stare up at her blankly. "Excuse me," says Geena as she lowers herself onto the boundary between my thighs and Cheryl's, forcing Cheryl over.
"Uh, make yourself at home there," says Cheryl, sounding not entirely pleased as she wrenches herself from beneath Geena's weight. Somehow Geena squeezes her hips in next to mine, and we all fit onto the little couch again--except for Tamara, who is now standing on tiptoes in the little space between her end of the couch and the easy chair beyond. She seems to be waiting for someone to find a place for her again, but the others are listening to Jenny.
"I guess I'll just stand here, then," she says, sounding a little lost. No one responds. I try to give her an apologetic look.
The meeting goes on, its contents engaging yet forgettable, like television. My awareness is mostly focused on the warm solid girl next to me--I fantasize simply about putting my arm around her, but I'm scared to actually try it because then people might know about us. Then a minute later I catch myself doing it anyway in an unthinking effort to relieve the pressure on my shoulder. Geena strokes my knee idly, and I give her a squeeze in response--and then I freeze for a moment, wondering who might be watching.
But these are just my girls, here in this room. If I can't be myself with them then I can't be myself anywhere. I relax, and let my head ease onto Geena's shoulder. No fear, only warmth. I don't know why I went two years without a boyfriend, before her. This closeness just feeds me somehow. It makes me happy.
We vote on a new house president; it's Jenny again. Shelly the RA starts in about litter. And now, it's been hardly any time, but Geena is shifting away, and I catch myself making a little whimper of protest. "Sorry, babe, gotta go," she whispers to me with a smile that hints at what we'll do when she comes back. I watch her leave, enjoying the sleek shape of her pretty, long legs, trying to think of them as being sexy. It's surprisingly easy.
Cheryl grunts as she straightens and flexes her own legs. "Thank god miss big-butt is gone," she says under her breath.
"Geena's butt is not big," I whisper, strangely affronted even though I know Cheryl is just being sarcastic like always.
"You're just mad because your pillow is gone," she whispers back, and I blush.
Jenny snaps her fingers. "Guys. Meeting." We look straight ahead again, smiling like angels.
...
Later in the evening, I pad up the hallway in my socks, looking for somebody to hang out with. But most of the doors are shut; even the bathroom is empty. People are going out or studying, these nights, according to how worried they are about what the next trimester will bring. I have a few novels to read myself, for my English elective, but the deadline for that is far off. I come to a halt by the house's bulletin board, idly skimming its headlines as I wonder why, after all, I'm not out getting drunk and flirting with hot boys. I'm sure I could find a party somewhere, if I ask around, maybe call somebody.
Then I catch myself. I'm not looking for boys--I'm waiting for a girl! I hadn't planned to do this, or anything else really; my nights usually just fall together somehow as I learn what other people are doing. But now I feel warm inside as I remember again that my roommate is gonna be back in two hours, and she's gonna be excited and happy (I hope!) from her orientation, and... she's gonna bring her big dick. Suddenly my mind is fixed on that, the image, the touch-memory of her spreading open my lips and driving inexorably into me. At first it just feels like a random thought, connecting to nothing in this familiar old dorm. But oh god, I think on next breath, that actually happened. The memory repeats itself, stronger now. The hallway falls still, it's just a backdrop, while out of nowhere my brain lights up again on the hundred visceral details it has stored away from the great spark of sexuality that brought me and Geena together. I look around, shaken--okay nobody saw that. Um no silly, I tell myself, they can't see you remembering things anyway, you're just standing here. I keep standing though. I want to think some more about this. Somehow you can go through a thing like that, and then just put it in a compartment and return to your regular life, for a while; but oh yes this really happened, I remember how she first kissed me, and it's as if she's doing it all over again--yes, says my skin, her lips touched here, and here, and here. At each spot, the tingles arise anew, their deliciousness pointing me on to the next little sensation to be remembered and cherished anew. I'm feeling warm, feeling swept away, even though I'm only a lone girl standing at a bulletin board, and a part of me is remaining dutifully alert for the sound of footsteps approaching or doors opening. The fantasy-memory proceeds in dreamy jumps and shifts; my face feels again the warmth, so precious, of Geena's face next to mine, the fearful, wonderful clutch of her strong fingers as she held me down beneath her. My hand lifts, trembling faintly, to the edge of the board, to anchor me. There is emotion with these memories, a teenage longing that I'd forgotten I could feel, and joined with my kindling lust it is almost too keen--I ache with the beauty of my own past seduction, my near-rape. My inner thighs clench a little, revealing through a subtle change in the way my skin feels against itself that I am becoming seriously moist. I glance down with dull eyes, unconsciously checking that it doesn't show through my shorts at all--of course it doesn't, and there beyond my inflamed but unseen pussy are my mundane socks on the ordinary old hallway carpet, and I begin to remember the world again. I catch my breath, and lick my dry lips. Oh wow I'd better go back to my room now. Well in just a second. Because even as I decide this, the last bit of sex scene arises to be processed, and I consciously acknowledge it and let it in and watch it, watch myself now standing propped against the bulletin board by one arm, lower back tensing a teeny bit, knees turning just barely inward, as my muscles pretend they are pushing my butt way out and wantonly presenting my privates to her, my imaginary lover, the one that's pinning me to this spot with a slow, wet shove of her secret penis.
Ahh this is too sexy. I'm fully turned on; I feel jittery, agitated. Suddenly I turn, no longer interested in my now-completed fantasy, wanting only to go hump my hand for a little while. On the way back I pass Julia and Shannon, who are just coming back from somewhere, but I only say hi and keep going, hanging out is not my highest priority now. When I shut the door I don't even bother locking it; I just flop onto our couch, so much softer and nicer than the one in the den, and arrange myself on my belly, with the thicker blanket clumped between my spread thighs. Carefully I go to work, right hand stroking downward from belly to waistband and beyond, while the fingers of my left curl around my bra-clad boob, pretending it's Geena's. My face, turned partway to the side, pushes into the cushion, and I imagine that this is her firm neck and shoulder cradling me, instead of blanket and couch. I run my fingers straight through my little bush of pubic hair, tease apart my slick labia and enter myself, driving index and middle finger steadily upward, without my usual slow warmup strokes. It's like she's taking me again; I savor the fantasy that I can't resist this, grunting once or twice as my unready inner muscles are forced to relax around my invading digits. Oh god I'm all the way in, it's not comfortable, that was too fast. I'm already pulling out to do it again. My fingers flicker over my clit as my hips slide off of them, and I pant openmouthed into the cushion, filling my mind with my memory of her scent, letting the rest of me fuck myself for her. In long, full strokes I hook my digits up into my vagina, grinding into hand and blanket as I do so, replaying again, and again, the delicious, frightening surprise of that penis, with my two fingers as a poor stand-in for its urgent length. I've never masturbated in this room before, although occasionally I touch myself in the shower--I feel like a whore, to have needed this intense gratification. And the wildness and adultness of the act, bolstered on my knowledge that I now truly possess an exotic lover, fuel my fantasy, draining the life from the other images that flash periodically in my mind, of my mother scrunching her usually kind face in disapproval at how slutty I'm being, or of the scary, morally freighted thoughts of pregnancy and disease that used to sometimes distract me during sex with my boyfriend. That stuff used to bug me so much sometimes--and now it's just flat, empty ideas, and all the life and energy are here in this room, where I am a cool, sexy girl--no, a woman!--who is taking charge of her own needs in the only sensible way. I drag my strained pussy up off my hand again, feeling each centimeter of it relaxing as the tips of my fingers pass by, it's so good, so fucking hot. My thighs clench and relax, my hips wriggle about the spot, but they can't escape this sensation, can't keep it from throbbing, dancing through me. I halt my upward motion just before my lips close, teasing myself, pretending she's making me wait, enjoying the thought that it's really me in charge, that I can make this go however I want. And almost surprising myself I thrust again, sinking deep onto my straining digits. My hair curls about my face, and I lift my head to blow it back out of my eyes, to make this work better but I'm coming, coming, coming and I sag and splay and take it with little whimpers, watching the room through a feathery-gold veil that jumps with each breath. The tremors of pleasure run through me, my pussy hitches on my hand, and I ride this, shuddering and gasping, fingertips arched all rigid into just the right spot up inside me, where something yielding and wet protests their invasion with tingling impulses that ripple to my scalp.
Soon it's over. The rooms seems ordinary again, the blanket just a blanket. I lie and pant for a few moments, eyes closed, fingers stiff. I laugh lightly at how deeply I'm molded into this couch. Ahhh that was nice. Slowly I straighten myself--my hand emerges from my panties with a waft of sex-odor, and I wipe it on the inside of my shorts, feeling naughty. I'll wash up later; Geena won't mind. I swallow and turn onto my side, not quite ready to get up even though I ought to. Then, thinking of her again, I reach around the arm of the couch and find one of my books where it's lying on my backpack. I'm cozy now, and I don't need to go anywhere after all--I'll just lie back, and read, and wait for my girlfriend.
...
Tap, tappity tap. I flutter my eyelids at the sound. Things don't seem quite right--was I sleeping? Yes, and I'm lying on the couch. On the couch and I remember now, there's my book on my chest, under the blanket with me. And the sound, Geena must be on the computer, I've missed her arrival. I lick my dry lips and sit up, blinking. There she is, a dark form hunched at the keyboard, surrounded by a thin corona from the monitor that wavers as she shifts her posture. It's the only light in the room. The evening feels very deep and still.
Geena is fidgeting a bit, so she's awake--well duh, she wouldn't be sitting up otherwise, I think fuzzily. At any rate she doesn't seem to be aware of me. I slide out from the blanket and stand, swaying once in my lingering grogginess. "Hey," I say softly, as I begin to walk around the couch. Geena jumps in place, and then rustles her arms about for a moment before turning her head toward me.
"Hi," she replies, sounding neutral, and a little breathless. I smile at her surprise and go to her. "I didn't even know you were in here," she says, craning her neck.
"I wanted to find out how your thing went, but then I fell asleep," I explain, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"That's okay," she replies. She keeps looking at me, but she doesn't turn in the chair. Her hands are held oddly on her lap. In glancing at them, I notice a hint of white--Geena's panties are peeking out, through the unzipped zipper of her jeans. I wonder why for a moment, and then I know. Ohhh boy. I'm just standing here, staring at her crotch; she must know what I'm seeing, but she doesn't say anything. The screen shows only the desktop image--whatever she was doing is hidden now.
"Honey," I say gently, unable to keep a little chuckle out of my voice, "do you need me to leave you alone for a minute?"
"Uh. No. It's fine," she says thickly. "I mean, it's no big deal." Even in the dim light, I manage to make out, with delighted astonishment, the complete reddening of her cheeks. I have never seen her so awkward. It's wonderful and adorable and part of me wants to tease the heck out of her while the rest of me wants to reach right into those jeans. Friendship versus fucking--the urges are totally incompatible, and I blink, suddenly at a loss.
"Okay, well. I'll let you finish up then," I find myself saying. But then my face lights up again as I remember. "But first you have to tell me how it went!" I say it in a hush, trying to show my eagerness to listen, without being too pushy. (I haven't even given her time to zip up, after all!)
Geena looks down, and then back at me, her color draining away. She bites her lip, releases it. "It didn't go so well," she says. "I got into a big argument with the instructor."
"Oh noooo!" I reply, the preceding event forgotten--I'm truly distressed that something has gone wrong with this night that meant so much to her. "G... I'm so sorry. What happened?" I situate myself before her, anxious to comfort her.
She looks down again and opens her mouth, but pauses, too long. Then she addresses me again with softened eyes. "It'll be okay, really," she says. "But I just--I'm really tired, and I just want to forget about it for right now."
I sit back against the desk, confused, waiting. But she doesn't say anything more, and it dawns on me: I'm ready to hurt for her, and she doesn't want me to. "Oh," I say. It feel like somebody's cut my power cord. I feel stupid, I can only think of words of comfort, but her steady, emotionless gaze offers no invitation. My distress for her curdles into a little ball in my stomach, not for us to share after all. I don't move; my body knows this isn't how people in love should behave. Yet I can see she'll look at me until I turn away. My happiness to see her wilts between us; I know I'm showing it in my face but I can't help it. She's looking right at me, watching me. I know I'm going to leave, like she wants me to. Okay I guess I'm about to do it... but first I lean forward, I hug her. She remains stiff and upright in my arms; and I'm going to let go and maybe say some last uplifting thing before I leave her to her distractions, except she reaches up to clutch my shoulder and all my attention goes to this, it's as if color might spread back into the world from her fingertips. I breathe down her back, uncertain and hopeful, keeping very still even though this position is awkward. I want to tell her it's all right, that I'm here, but I don't know how, or whether it's okay yet. So I just hold her more tightly.
Geena swallows; I can hear it so easily with my ear pressed on her cheek. She's breathing very deeply, not speaking, not crying... it makes me think of her jerking off. Is she aroused by my care? Is that it? I raise my lips to her ear. "Do you want me to finish you off?" I ask softly, suddenly afraid, now that I have committed myself, that she wasn't really masturbating at all. But it's not really a danger, I know. I can make mistakes here.
Geena waits a moment, and then answers me in a hoarse whisper, as if she doesn't trust her own voice: "Okay." I feel my own body responding, just a little. This is weird, we should be talking, but I don't know if she's interested in that. She needs me, and maybe that's enough. I hesitantly turn my head to kiss her jawline, to make her need me more. She just sits and lets me, but I can tell she is tense. Carefully I ease apart from her until we are facing, barely letting my lips leave her skin, as if she might suddenly reject me if I release the spell. But now I see her face, it is hypnotized. I slowly align to her parted lips, feeling my power over her. For one second we kiss, barely. This isn't what I want to do, and it is. I search for a clue in her dark eyes, a hint as to what she really wants from me. As I watch, her lashes tremble, and she makes a halting motion with her arms, as if she wants to touch me. The poor thing is nervous. Ahh what a dumb boy she is. I break eye contact and take her hands one at a time, placing them against my sides. Geena curls her fingers to match my shape but then just holds still, as if she's afraid to do anything more. I smile at her askance, and move her hands forward, onto my breasts. She squeezes once, too tentatively, and I sigh. I grasp her wrists and jiggle them vigorously. At this she looks up, with so-serious expression, to see me on the verge of laughter. She catches my grin, still gently cupping my chest, and suddenly I hug her again. She responds this time... ah she smells so nice. My Geena.
It's right now, what we're doing, and I don't understand anything but I go on all the same. I ease back again, giving her little nuzzles as I go, until I'm standing straight again, with her leaning toward me, seeming ready to fall into my boobs. No not just now baby... I stroke her hair back from her forehead, guiding her head gently back, looking her in the eyes before I make my next move. She's helpless, hungry, still smiling faintly, so pretty. Satisfied, I turn a little and sink gracefully to the floor between Geena and the desk. Kneeling on the thin carpet, I arrange myself between her thighs, with my elbows on the chair. Geena gazes down at me dreamily. "Scoot up, baby," I whisper with a sultry smile, and she clumsily, eagerly obliges. My hands rise to explore her crotch, peeling aside the leaves of her pants--and oh yes, there is that hard rod, silhouetted by her soft white undies. "Mmmm, let's take care of this." I feel it through the panties, so strange and firm, all for me. My cunt twinges in sympathy with her arousal. Maybe people should do this more often, instead of talking. Geena needs no prompting to sit up for a moment as I work the jeans and panties downward over her warm, pliant thighs, leaving her butt bare where it settles onto the chair again. And now her big dick is bobbing in front of my face, and my mouth waters as I prepare to give my lover her first blowjob.
I catch the shaft in my left hand, pulling it gently downward. With my right hand I snake behind her, and I cradle her soft butt, my handhold as I lean out to meet my hot popsicle. Its tip peeks halfway from its cover, red and shiny. I suddenly remember she was rubbing it--oh crap am I going to get lotion in my mouth? I stop just millimeters away, wondering what to do. As I hesitate I see Geena, above me, wetting her lips, straightening her hair, totally in thrall to me. She's utterly beautiful. Staring into her eyes, I kiss her wrinkled skin where it meets the glans, and snake out my tongue experimentally. Geena makes a noise; her shaft twitches. I kiss again, more firmly, basking in her rapt attention on my every action. I'm going to make this girl cum. My fingers tighten, peeling the skin down to expose her most sensitive area. I'm no expert but I know about this--I thoroughly moisten my lips, close them about her cockhead, and push, making sure to stroke my tongue firmly down the special spot just beneath the glans. "Ohh god," warbles Geena. Her shaking hands land on my upper back. I push my face down over her, letting her meaty rod gradually occupy my mouth, squeezing up hard with my tongue all the while. I don't taste anything except pungent sweat. She groans and thrusts her hips, lifting me and almost making me gag. I pull back, breathing deeply through my nose, and then stroke downward again, taking her saliva-soaked first few inches while my right hand slides beneath to cup and knead her hairy balls. I'm standing higher on my knees, getting further into this.
"Mmmmm," I hum, now licking upward to her oozing tip, now engulfing her again, a little faster, slurping at the thing like it's a piece of candy. I pump my fist over her length while my tongue worries the folds under the head, playing with that sensitive, complicated skin, tasting its shape in each of its configurations. Geena whines each time I take her, and her pleasure burns in me; my motions become cluttered, urgent, as I try to lick every delicate bit of her all at once. I'm sliding down with my head twisted to one side when she erupts between my wet lips. Her volley shoots straight to my half-open throat; I don't even taste it yet. Her wrists press on me firmly and I let her hold me in place as she spasms, squirting out each glob of cum with a gasp while my obedient throat works to swallow it all down. My eyes are closed; I'm not thinking about anything, but only sucking, swallowing, servicing her.
Gradually her spasms diminish; soon her dick lies spent in my mouth, slimy with our fluids. I massage it gently with my fingers and lips, coaxing out the last bit of semen. My hand strokes and squeezes her emptied balls. Her erectile tissues soften in my tired mouth, but I continue to lick and suck, pushing her to make me stop.
"Oh fuck, that was awesome," pants Geena. "Unh... okay honey, that's enough, ahhgh." I let her ease me up from her lap, leaving her shrunken penis to flop into my fingers. It's so soft now. I fondle it once more before I let go, feeling pleased with my performance.
"Do you feel better now?" I ask her, furrowing my brow in worry that she'll be sad again, now that her sex urge is gone.
"Yeah," she answers, even though I can tell there's still a weight on her, of course there is. But I've done what I could. I stand up, and she follows me, automatically pulling up and fastening her jeans, stretching her legs. I smile at her deft movements, and look up at her as she finishes.
She stares intently back at me. "I love you, Tina," she says, and my muscles weaken. I see her move a little toward me, I think she wants to hug. Obligingly I open my arms; she wraps hers around my shoulders; we melt together. It's so lovely. I feel her hand touch my hair, stroke through it; I sigh and snuggle against her collarbone. We stand like that for some time, her petting my hair, me floating in her arms.
Finally she stops and gently frees herself; I feel like I'm waking from a dream. "I need to brush my teeth," she whispers, and I smile, letting her pass by me. I step toward the bureau, where my own toothbrush is sitting. Geena slips out the door, and I arch my back, sighing. What a strange night. And are we really getting ready for bed now, when it's not even midnight? Yet it does feel very late somehow. Maybe Geena has the right idea. Turning back to push in the chair, I see the computer screen, still glowing. I think I'll check my e-mail first.
But when I bring up the menu to start a web browser, I see one is already open, and I remember--is this Geena's porn? I pause. Okay yeah I'm looking at it... just a little peek. The window comes up, and it's full of text; I look for other tabs. No, this is it. I guess she closed the good stuff. But a phrase catches my eye--"rub her sexy calf"--okay what?
I start reading from there, and quickly find myself in the midst of a description of a man being pleasured by a woman... no, two women... and now he's crying out, asking them to stop, like that makes any sense... okay Geena was reading some kind of sexy story apparently. Only it keeps mentioning pain, which I don't understand until the women decide to keep the guy quiet by gagging him, and he won't open his mouth but then one of them squeezes his "left nut" hard to make him scream so they can put the gag in. Uhhh wow. I read on, not sure that I want to but captivated by this messed-up stuff, and worse, the knowledge that I'm hooked up with somebody who actually likes it. In the story the women torment the guy more and more, and I start to skim, marveling that anybody could write this and enjoy it. It unsettles and angers me that this is what she was choosing over conversation with me. My face feels hot--porn is one thing, normal porn (notwithstanding that I only vaguely know what that even looks like), but this is something else, this isn't healthy. It's unfair somehow, that I should have the freaky kinky girlfriend. But then I remember my own masturbatory fugue from earlier this very night, and I remember I'm supposed to be an adult, we're adults. I really don't know what to think. It's one little story, after all, what does it mean in comparison to our relationship? On auto-pilot now, I skim toward the story's end, as if seeing things turn out okay for its characters will solve my own quandaries. But now I'm there, I reread a little in disbelief, yet all I can determine is that the poor guy eventually passes out because they squeezed and squished his balls so much--it's just a story about hurting somebody, or being hurt rather, and I close the window in sudden revulsion, no longer caring whether Geena finds out I've seen it.
I sit in confused anger. Okay right but that's her business, liking that stuff. Except we're lovers now, so it's our business... ugh what does this mean? I shake my head, I've had enough, I wash my hands of this tonight. I'm gonna check my e-mail and go to bed. And... there isn't even any e-mail. Well!
I pad up the hallway once more, the cool air and familiar, neutral space attenuating my mood. I hardly see what's in front of me though; I'm so lost in disorganized thought. Nothing seems reasonable anymore, I need some sleep... but somebody calls out, "Hey Tina!" from the doorway I'm passing, and I blink and turn. It's Annie, I can see her sitting in front of her TV with her roommate Lisa. "Come play Nintendo with us!" she says to my tilted face as I peek back around their door jamb. Her straightforward enthusiasm is a relief; I find myself smiling. "Come on, you weren't doing anything!" Their room looks bright and inviting. I straighten myself and enter, stepping carefully up and down their little ramp thing.
"Yaayy," Lisa says, but quietly and without looking, as she is absorbed in some kind of battle.
"What are you playing?" I ask. It's a Nintendo 64, I used to play this stuff. But I don't know the game.
"Gauntlet Legends," she replies. "It's totally stupid but it's fun. Come on, you can play with us!" I thought I would have to wait for one of them but apparently not. Annie kicks a bright red controller toward me.
So I join in with them, and do pretty badly but we're all working together and laughing and it's so relaxing after everything that's happened. I lean back in their blue bean bag chair, killing monsters and chattering shallowly with my friends about which path we should take, inordinately thankful to be doing something simple. I see Geena walk by at one point, but then I'm distracted again by the game.
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After we've played for a long while, Annie starts to get tired. "I think I'm done for the night," she says with finality, and Lisa complains because she wants to see the end for some reason, but I'm not terribly interested so I stand up as well, stretching my muscles. The night seems normal again, and I'm glad of this.
"Fine, I'll just do it on my own," says Lisa.
"I think there's actually a lot left still," I tell her good-naturedly, and she makes a face.
I wave goodnight to the two of them and step out to the hall, almost forgetting my toothbrush. Oh and... hmm I need to make a habit of washing my hands after sex I guess. Because their controller maybe smells like girljuice now... two different kinds in fact. Feeling a bit embarrassed about that, I finish up my routine and return to our room.
Inside it is quite dark. I shut the door and change into my nightshirt, before picking my way carefully to the bed. But when I reach the ladder I hesitate. Geena must be down there... should I sleep in my own bed like usual? I'm not used to having this choice, and I stand wearily with one hand on a rung, as the events of the night try to crowd up into my mind again, each wanting to influence me one way or the other. The decision is a burden; my brain is all used up for the day. But I make myself stand here wearily, trying to concentrate, to identify the right thing to do so I can be rid of this uncertainty. I get nowhere. It's cold in here, with just my panties on... I know this isn't working, it's not going to work, but still I have to be responsible... and here I am sliding in with Geena, where I can be warm. I try not to disturb her; I'm not sure I'm ready to speak with her, and honestly I'd rather not, not until morning anyway. But she shifts as soon as I put my weight down, and when I get myself properly under the blanket she's facing me. Beautiful, pale Geena. "Hi," I say.
"Hi," she replies softly. She gives me a sweet little kiss, and I feel her warm legs brushing my cold ones. I move into her, turning around so she can spoon me from behind. She wraps her arm across me and I hug it possessively to my chest. So nice, so nice. This is what I am thinking when we finally fall asleep.
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I loved my friend, I truly did. Down to his sharp fangs that he used to sink into my delicate neck as he fed on my blood. But I didn't mind in the slightest -- he was a friend. I would do anything for my friends or so I thought. Because the next time I saw my best friend was when I watched that retched vampire drove a wooden stack through his heart.
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It was November, the sun beamed down onto the blanket of ice which encapsulated my little town. My little town was little it had only had a small population of 100 people. But we liked it small -- everyone from all over the world loved my little town. As it harboured the most mythical of plants. You see we were farmers, mythical farmers to be exact.
Passed down from generation to generation, but I didn't mind -- I loved what I did. Ebonwell was well known as the gods and goddesses bestowed us with the power to farm and birth the sacred mythical plants. It was bliss. It payed well. But it wasn't about money, it was about so much more than that -- the discovery of mythical plants. As well as the different healing properties that they contained. It was albeit magical -- but everything was magical in Ebonwell.
Ebonwell was one of the four founders of magic. The other three were not so much towns as small as mine, they were anything but. The first founder was Nightdale. This town was encapsulated within darken, hence the name. But it was the first founder of magic was by harnessing chaos sorcery. Its not as bad as it sounded, chaos sorcery was the building blocks of magic. The chaos sorcerers were beautiful, all dressed in bright red and dark violets. Their hair almost vibrated as they walked with their clan. Their magic was the most beautiful of the four founders, it was like fireworks but greater. It smelled just like ripe oranges.
But with chaos magic comes destruction, the sorcerers rely on their anger which gets converted to chaos by their espers. Espers are essentially convertors inside your body, every sorcerer is born with one. They convert the necessary energy into magical power. I wish I had that; well, I wish I had a whole esper -- but I do not. I'm half omega half sorcerer. Going back to the chaos sorcerers, they reply heavily on their espers that's why many don't make it to 24. Sadly, there are only 5 chaos sorcerer's left now.
The second founder of magic were acid bending. It's as terrible as it sounds, these sorcerers are evil and horrible. Animalistic in nature, they completely disregard basic human life and live on their full power without needing any help from their espers. They're as terrible as they are cruel. Their called the second founders as they decimated the holy grail 1,200 years ago. This was not the holy grail that you have come to known. This Holy Grail led many to go insane. It was a violent, bloody battle one that lasted over 200 years. It was a battle of the espers. It was said that the founders went insane, that their espers were broken due to someone using plague sorcery.
Plague sorcery kills the espers life source inside of your body. It shuts down that core in your body, like a light switch it turns of your humanity and sense of reasoning. The founders turned into animals, killing any and every one that walked in their path. It was called the holy grail as the founders fought on Xona.
The Holiest soil, soil that you shouldn't dare touch -- but they did. They died because of another person's actions. As a result of this war the other three founders blamed and exiled the acid benders. This resulted in a lost treaty. The acid sorcerers fled they have not been seen ever since then. Nobody knew who had caused that fatal war, or so everyone thought. They fled to a desolate town called Houndfrost. A town that was long abandoned until the acid sorcerers fled there and made it their own.
Moving on, the third founder of magic was the dream bending sorcerers. Dream bending was also another pivotal building block regarding magic. Without dream bending there would be no skies, no air and certainly no dreams or sleep. They're phenomenal, they can fly almost anywhere. Their skin is almost see through their eyes are a pale pink which turn dark green when they use their magic.
Their clothes are made from a special material which can shapeshift as the dream benders can alternate between different bodies. They are all males, considering that females cannot be dream sorcerers -- it requires a high level of physical strength as they lift and carry the skies of our world. It is quite remarkable indeed. They all lived within the Frostlands. A cold, airy town that housed many air benders. Only air benders could live there due to the high altitude it produced.
Lastly, there's me.
A blood sorcerer. Which was another adamant building block in magic. I can control life strings, that's my speciality as one of the blood sorcerers. Different magic users train their skill and create their own unique skill as well as performing the everyday tasks of their founding magical ability. Mine was life strings. I can see when your death is near, or when you're in need of help. The life strings are important as they are intwined with the espers. I can connect directly to any Esper I see fit -- this is what makes me a much-needed asset to every founder of the four magical courts.
I travel far and wide throughout the different rivers and roads, travelling to each court to speak with the holy founders. What nobody knows is the holy founders are dead, they were killed off during the Holy Grail war 1,200 years ago. They were encased in quartz. But what makes my ability greatly needed is the way I can connect with the dead through their life strings. I contact the holy elders to regard them of the future. I am not a fortune teller by no means, no that they even existed in this realm, but they gave me the future through fragments of blood. I depict the blood and tell the future to the new founders of the courts. They don't always believe but that it not my job my only job is to recite the blood written on the quartz.
There are over seven courts in total that have appeared over time. Due to the never-ending spouts of war and disagreements. This is due to mythical creatures not liking each -- other as you can possibly tell it does not end well for most of them. The courts were made, much like us magic users, the mythics needed courts to sustain their way of life. It no courts were implemented many would have died or had ceased to exist.
Mythics didn't need espers like me and the many magic users under the four holy founders, they didn't need them as they produced far greater energies by their animal forms. So, courts were implemented for the five mythics in this realm.
The first founding court was the Zephyr Court. It encompassed all wind mythics such as dragons, fire breathers and the most dangerous of them all the griffins. There are many wind mythics, but the founder was a tyrant named Kolzra, the barbarian. He was ruthless, clad in gold and green he battled many of the other courts in hope of ruling over this realm. But it was futile he gave up, instead he created the first founding court. To bring peace to the wind mystics. It worked well for now anyways.
The second court to be founded was the solstice court -- the court which harbours the ethereal mythics. Ethereal mythics, much like gods and goddesses are to be admired from afar and never up close. Because once they smell your life force, they will take you and drag you away to their realm and you would never be seen again. Or so I have heard, they never come out of their court. Nobody has even seen an ethereal mystic, for now at least. This particular court was founded by the ruthless Conah the most ruthless angel of them all.
Much like the ethereal mythics, angels reside deep within the solstice court. Don't be fooled by their godly looks, they are vicious and cruel at heart. Cunning and malicious with their tongues as they serenade you with words of comfort to later be words of cruel intentions and foul play. I don't particularly like the angels, but I must do my job in reading the founders quartz. It always makes me grow cold when I must visit their court. I shudder just thinking about it.
The third founding court is a mystery not much is known at least to us magic users, the third founding court was the Hallowed Court. Not much is known as nobody knows exactly how it formed, only that it was formed a couple of hundred years ago according to the book on our realm's history. All that is known about the founding court was it was formed by a tyrant of a king. The self-cantered king was later named Xorzer. A vampire who oozed sex appeal but was a cocky, rude, and evil King. He killed normal humans for sport for many centuries until there was a war.
A war between the next court, which was named The Mercurial Court. The Mercurial Court was founded by an equally rude and obnoxious Alpha King, who was later named Stein Jackson. He was the founder and the leader of all the werewolf clans, but especially his own which was named The Onxy Fur Walkers. It is as evil as it sounded, they were ruthless especially their King, Stein Jackson. The war between their clan and the Demonic Cravings was a fight to the death. They battled for what seemed like centuries until both the founders made a pact -- But later that pact was misused to cause further chaos.
The fifth court was The Crystal Court, they were evil as they were beautiful. Founded by the witty yet cunning merman, King Naga. He ruled over every water town and village as well as laying claim to all rivers and oceans around the God Field Realm. You would never be able to escape Naga's wrath. It is said within the history scrolls that Naga had a daughter. A daughter which he kept hidden, locked away. As with this Court not much is really known, their Court as well as their dwellings are thousands of feet under water. This is the Court I have never been too, simply for that reason alone -- I cannot physically get there. Instead, water capsules are made to bring the blood futures down to the King. At least it makes my job easier.
The sixth court was The Fauna Court, they were playful but very malicious creatures. Founded by the mysterious Queen Elf, Ava Valxisys. Don't be fooled by her name not to mention her beauty, she was as evil as they came. With long blonde hair and piercing orange eyes, she had an evil streak. Teeth, sharp like a snake she loved the thrill of killing as did all the court founders really. But she was just as bad as the Hallowed Court, probably even worse. Heed my warning if you ever see of elves, do not speak to them -- especially her. But I doubt you would ever see an elf, let alone try to speak with it.
The last court, the seventh and final court, the Elemental Court -- founded by the Elemental King, Obitus. He was the bringer of death, but he was never bitter. He embraced death, not like the other founders, he had a sense of dignity and grace. I don't have favourites, but if I did, he would be mine. He was lovely and I him. I always loved going to his Court it was magical all brightly lit with all the elements on different ceptars. It was magical that's why I always left his court till last. We were friends, or I'd like to think so. I was friends with every elemental, they just brought peace and calmness wherever they went. It was peaceful.
"Good days work!" I spoke to myself as I beamed seeing the pages filled with history of the seven courts. It was magical as I skimmed my glasses through the pages filled with out history. I smiled feeling proud of myself. I turned my head as I squinted my eyes trying to hear what was going on downstairs. All I heard for muffled voices. I groaned dropping my glasses onto my desk that I was positioned at.
I heard the downstairs door slam open as I heard my mum call from the bottom step, "LYRA YOU BETTER BE GETTING READY TO VISIT THE FOUNDERS!" I groaned even louder banging my head against the wooden desk as I realised that it was the day, I had to met with the founders of the seven courts. The day I had to read the blood futures for the quartz.
"Ugh!" I threw my arms up as my head was still on the desk, I quickly lifted my head glancing at the clock, huffing.
"SHIT!" I fell off the chair and onto the hard floor, "Gahh!" I rubbed my butt from the pain as it crept up my side slowly form falling. I jumped up, almost tripping as I hoped on one foot trying to get my socks on my feet. I rummaged inside my chest at the foot of my bed in search for my hiking boots.
I blew some sparse hairs out of my eyes as I rushed to tie my boots, I frantically shoved all the papers and my leather-bound notebook inside my leather satchel in my hands. I shut it in a hurry, dashing out of my bedroom door -- I slammed it behind me. I missed two steps at a time as I rushed down the stairs, almost falling face first in the process. I skidded to a halt as I saw my mother's unimpressed face waiting by the door, hands found their way on her hips as she eyes me with a lifted brow.
I shyly waved, slowly making my way towards her, I kissed her cheek, "Heyyy!" I spoke awkwardly.
I heard her quick inhale of breath as she breathed out slowly, "What am I going to do with you Lyra?" She hesitated as she continued to speak, "Look, I know you don't like doing this but you're the only one Lyra. I'm sorry you have to do this, if I was just a sorcerer then maybe your life would have been different...." I stopped her with a bone crushing hug as she chocked on a sob.
I rubbed her back with my free hand, "It's alright. I wouldn't change you for the world mum. I don't mind being half omega and half blood sorcerer." I smiled at her gently as I watched her sad, defeated eyes stare back at me.
I hugged her one last time as I pulled away from her slowly, "It's all going to be okay, mum. Don't worry yourself, I'll be back before you know it!" I smiled a cheeky, toothed grin as I opened the door.
I turned my head as I walked down the winding blood pathway at out house, I saw my mum tissue at one eye as she waved to me. I smiled softly and waved back. I turned around one hand clutching my leather satchel the other feeling the mythical plants weave through my fingertips.
I grinned, "Time to head out!"
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<strong>First times: 01 -- At last...</strong>
<em>This is another series of short stories, very short stories, in some cases. I got the idea after writing Hope and Aida's first encounter IRL after a long courtship via email.</em><br /> <em>Thanks again to Valphund for his editing. As always, any mistake is mine.</em>
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Gracie's been my best friend forever. Her family bought a cottage when she was little. I remember the day they moved in well.
I was working on my tan... All the kids at elementary school were, that summer. The fall before, the new teacher had made quite the impression with his buff surfer's body and deep tan. We all promised ourselves to match him come September.
I heard a squeal of delight, the patter of small feet running on the wood of the quay next door, then a loud splash followed by a gentle admonition.
"Baby girl, I told you to wait for me." Another splash.
I only moved my head, not wishing to intrude on the family moment.
A woman was playing in the water with a young girl who must have been part-dolphin. Even at her obvious young age, she was swimming circles around her mother, who laughed happily at her antics.
I turned on my belly, chest raised on my forearms, and smiled as I watched them enjoy themselves. They looked my way, and we exchanged nods of greeting.
The little girl disappeared underwater only to surface a few feet from where I lay.
"Hello. My name is Gracie. What's yours?" She asked seriously, though there was a twinkle in her eye.
"I'm Marsha. Welcome to Silver Lake."
In the next few minutes, I learned that she was six, loved swimming (well, duh) and was going to be an astronaut when she grew up. Her laugh was infectious.
Looking back, I think I fell in love at that moment.
Her parents were University teachers who had bought the cottage so they could have as much time with their daughter as possible during the summer, since their jobs took a lot of their time the rest of the year. It was a very loving family.
That very first week-end, I began to babysit for them.
We spent a lot of time together. I lost a few friends when they complained that she was always underfoot. I took her fishing with my dad, early in the morning. We canoed along the shore. She loved to watch fishes swim above the sandy bottom through the crystal clear water. We went to the isolated beach in a deep bay across the lake where we could skinny dip. It was quite the adventure for her. We invented stories of being marooned like Robinson Crusoe as we played on the tiny island in the middle of the lake.
Every year, I was sad when they closed the cottage and left for the city. How often did I wish she was sitting in front of me as I rode our snowmobile in the winter? Or turned to point out something as I cross-country skied along the trails, but she wasn't at my side.
I played it cool when they returned every summer. It wouldn't do for her parents to know how I exulted at having her run to me and jump in my arms the moment their car stopped. Thankfully, it had become a ritual of sorts over the years, so it was still natural when she was twelve and I had become a budding young woman at eighteen.
We never told them of our naturist activities. It was our very own private thing.
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This year, when the eighteen year old ran to me, there was something different about her. She was still the exuberant girl I had missed these last ten months, only she had poise, grace. The child had become a woman.
Gracie was a cuddler, always was, with her parents, with me. I hadn't watched a movie in twelve years without holding a pillow against myself when I couldn't have her sitting on my lap, embracing her, feeling her head rest on my chest. My parents teased me for my misty eyes, even when we were watching a comedy.
In recent years, our expeditions at our secluded beach had become more subdued. We still played in the water, but spent more time holding each other closely, bodies molded together.
As much as I wanted to, I never came out to my family or anyone else in fear that Gracie's parents would look askance at out closeness.
Later, I was tanning on our quay, daydreaming of the time we would spend together that summer, wearing the smallest two-piece my mother would accept, when I heard the familiar voice only feet away.
"Mother prepared a picnic for us. It's in the Starcraft. All that's missing is you."
"Won't they be using it? We could take our launch."
"It's all right. They said it's ours and to enjoy ourselves. So, are you coming?"
I rolled over the edge and joined her.
I often had to slip underwater to cool myself as her hands brushed against my nearly bare breasts and ass while we frolicked in the water on our way to the motor boat.
I gasped when she pulled herself onto their quay. Her bikini was even skimpier than mine.
We unmoored and pushed off. She was careful to go slowly until we cleared of the shore, then she pushed the throttle to the end of its course with a shout of glee.
As we did every year, we made our way around the lake so she could get reacquainted with it. I pointed out the new chalets, those which had been renovated or changed owners.
She sat on the driver seat's backrest. I stood behind her, hands on the cushion, my arms touching hers, chin resting on her shoulder, cheeks in contact so I didn't have to shout to be heard over the wind and the engine. All in all, very much aware of my breasts pressed against her bare back, the thin string of her top and the narrow strip of mine the only things between us.
Finally, we were there. She pulled back on the throttle so our wake didn't disturb our beach. I jumped in the water to pull the boat ashore and tied it to a log. I thought it was a lot when she handed me the large cooler and duffle bag, but my eyes were riveted to the gorgeous woman who was leaning above me.
She pulled out our old blanket with two beach towels. She spread the blanket at its usual place and brought out a bottle of chilled champagne and two glass flutes.
I was a bit wild-eyed when she sauntered over to me sensuously. I couldn't repress a moan as she molded her body to mine and rested her head on my shoulder, her breath hot on my neck. Her arms embracing me, she pulled on the string holding my top and those on my bottom. I followed her lead. We pulled apart only long enough to let the bits of cloth drop on the sand.
Her nipples were as hard like mine. The pussy she slid on my thigh wet like mine. Her eyes burning with desire like mine.
"Mother said she doesn't want to see us until tomorrow or the day after. She's had enough of watching me languish for you. I love you, Marsha."
The day was suddenly much brighter as our lips met for the first time.
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This is an edited version of my original story with the same title. It is the same story with some corrections to improve readability and a few added details.
This story will be mild compared to most that you read on this website, but you need to know a couple of things in order to understand what a big deal it was for me.
First, this is a true story. In fact, this whole group of stories is true. The only thing that I have changed are the names of the people involved. The idea of this group of stories is to chronicle my development from a shy boy to a man who is comfortable with his body; comfortable to the point of enjoying being naked and craving situations where others could see me or potentially see me naked. If you are looking for wild sex or lurid situations then this group of stories will disappoint you. This was just a fun journey of transformation and liberation.
The second thing you should know, is that I was and still am a practicing member of my christian faith as was my girlfriend at the time, I'll call her Sam. As such, we grew up with the usual taboos that sex and nudity were sinful and modesty a virtue. Sam really believed this and so I was always on my best behavior and to tell you the truth, I didn't mind. It was how we were raised and how we lived. It was just expected.
This journey started many years ago when I was in my early twenties.
This first event took place in Autumn. We were going to visit Sam's relatives for a long weekend. They lived near an ocean resort in the northeast. I had previously visited them several times and always enjoyed myself. It was a quaint and beautiful place. The trip usually would take just less than 2 hours with no traffic, but we were leaving in late Friday afternoon traffic.
I mention this because we had to meet her relatives at a specific time and I thought we were just going to make it.
On the drive, Sam and I talked about what we going to do. We were happy it was going to be an unusually warm weekend. She wanted to take advantage of the weather and spend some time at the beach which we both liked to do. This would be the last time we could go to the beach until spring. I agreed, but I had a problem; I did not bring a swimsuit or shorts.
However, my folks had a summer place that was closed for the season, and was near where we were going. So, I suggested that we stop there first if we had time because I had a bedroom there and I was sure I could find a swimsuit.
As we got closer to our destination, I figured we did have just enough time to pick up my swimsuit and still meet her relatives. I always carried a key to my parents place in my car. I unlocked the door, went to my room, quickly went through my draws and could not find a swimsuit or shorts. Then I remembered that my brother also had some clothes there. So I quickly looked in his draws and found an old swimsuit. I grabbed it, secured the door and off we went.
My brother, who is a few years older than me had my same body type, tall and lean. Since the swimsuit was old, it meant that he got it when he was in his late teens and so it would certainly fit me now.
We made it to Sam's relatives with a couple of minutes to spare. I hate keeping people waiting. We had a nice evening.
The next morning after breakfast we went to town to poke around. Then after lunch we got ready to go to the beach.
I put my brother's swimsuit on. Two things became apparent. He did not have the exact same body type as I did because it was a little loose at the waist - I remember chuckling to myself that he was a little fatter then me. Then when I tried to adjust it, the string in the waistband was tied in such a tight knot that I couldn't loosen it. I tried to do this several times, but failed. I didn't want to keep Sam waiting so I thought, "Oh well! It still fit ok; it just rested a little lower on my hips."
Off to the beach we went. I expected a small crowd - people like ourselves taking advantage of the last beautiful weekend before cooler weather set in. However, when we arrived, the beach was deserted. We were the only ones that I could see. My immediate reaction was that everybody knew something we didn't - like perhaps the water must be very cold already. We stayed anyway.
We spread our towels and laid down. The sun felt wonderful. Eventually I suggested we try the water. Sam did not want to go in because she said she wasn't feeling well. So, I suggested we go back to the house. She said that she wanted to stay; the sun made her feel better. I didn't realize until years later that she was probably having her period and in those days women didn't go in the water at that time of the month. Anyway, I decided to go in alone.
When I stepped into the water it was only slightly cooler than the summer, but still very pleasant. I again urged Sam to come in, but she declined. I waded up to my knees and dove in. The next few seconds changed my life.
In those few seconds, my swimsuit had slipped to my knees and when I kicked to stabilize myself to stand it went down to my ankles. At first, I was horrified that I was with Sam and nearly naked from the waist down. Yet, I was surprisingly exhilarated at the feeling of water washing over my nude body.
When I stood I was in waist-deep water and I pulled the swimsuit up. I yelled to Sam that I thought I had a problem; she had no reaction. So, I prepared to dive again. I thought that being in deeper water now and with the suit already wet maybe it wouldn't come off this time.
As I dove in, I could feel the same thing happening, but this time I was surprised and I did not resist. I just continued to swim underwater and let the suit come off my legs. This time when I stood I was in chest-deep water, completely naked, and my swimsuit was floating a few feet away from me. My body and mind felt more alive than I could ever remember. It was a sensation that I had never experienced before.
The swimsuit was slowly drifting away in the current. I grabbed it and tried holding it while I continued to swim, but it was too awkward. So I waded into shallower water, I yelled to Sam again that I had a problem; this time she looked my way. I held the swimsuit up and said that it wouldn't stay on. She just laid back down. I didn't know if she was uninterested in my plight or afraid that looking at me might be doing something sinful.
I wanted to keep swimming. I was shocked beyond words at how great this all felt and shocked that I wasn't embarrassed. So, I threw the swimsuit toward shore, hoping that it would land on the sand so that I didn't have to carry it. As it was flying through the air, I realized I was going to have to retrieve it in order to get out of the water. Luckily it landed right at the waters edge and began moving in and out with the gentle waves, but staying more or less in one place and not drifting away.
I returned to swimming and diving and enjoying my new freedom. When I dove, I know my butt must have been coming out of the water momentarily before disappearing beneath the surface. I don't float easily because of my lean body, but I clearly remember floating on my back and noticing momentary glimpses of my dick showing above the water as the gentle waves washed over me. I was so enthralled with this new experience that I didn't even think to check if Sam was looking at me.
After about 10 minutes, I was getting chilled and so it was time to come out of the water. It was only then that I thought of what Sam might be thinking and what she would say when I came out. I also wondered how I would retrieve my swimsuit. I waded in as far as I dared, but could not reach it. I sat on the sandy bottom with the water barely covering my dick and wondered what to do next. I called to Sam to see if she come and would throw the swimsuit to me, but she gave no response. So, I stretched out on my stomach with my butt completely above the the surface, lunged forward, grabbed the suit and pushed back into deeper water. I don't know if Sam saw any of this. I put the swimsuit on, walked out of the water and back to the towel.
Sam didn't say anything to me. I explained how the knot in the waistband string was in an extraordinary tight and how I tried several times to untie it, but failed; how I had thought that the swimsuit was loose, but would still fit; how I was obviously wrong about that. Again, there was no response from Sam. I didn't know if she pissed at me or still wasn't feeling well or was just dumbfounded and didn't know how to react.
What I didn't tell her was how wonderful it all felt, the sensation of water washing over my complete naked body; how alive I felt and how it all felt so natural.
As I dried off, the sun continued to feel wonderful on my body. I now wanted to go back into the water. That's the way I am at the beach; I lay down for awhile, then I go back in the water for awhile and I normally repeat this pattern several times. I was feeling a bit daring; so I again asked Sam to swim and again she refused, but this time very firmly. I knew not to ask again.
I went in the water anyway; I had to try this again. I dove in, the swimsuit came off and without hesitation I just threw it toward the shore, hoping it would make it onto the sand this time. This would have forced her to throw it to me or I would have had to come out of the water naked to get it. Unfortunately, it didn't reach the sand even though I thought I threw it harder this time; again, it made it only to the waters edge moving in and out with the waves.
As I swam around naked, I was surprised how unashamed I felt and how natural it felt. I had never skinny dipped before in my life - this was all new to me. I didn't care about how deep or shallow I was or whether the ebb and flow of the waves were exposing me or not. I didn't care if Sam was upset or not; it felt so natural. I remember one time looking back toward shore and seeing Sam up on her elbows looking out toward me. Actually, I don't know if she was looking at me or out into the distance - I didn't know if she was being curious or just scanning the horizon.
I got out of the water the same way as before, dried off for a while and then we left. We went to church late that afternoon and I didn't feel the least bit guilty about the day - perhaps because it was all unplanned or perhaps because it felt so natural - not sexual.
At supper that night, her uncle announced that there had been a report of somebody swimming nude at the beach. I didn't say a word and remained, I believe, expressionless. I don't know if he had truly heard it from somebody which meant that a person or people would have seen me at the beach or if Sam had said something about it to her aunt and her aunt told the uncle.
My only regret of that day was that I didn't throw my swimsuit far enough to make it onto the sand. I didn't care if Sam saw me naked.
We never talked about that day and now I wish I had. I am still curious about what she was thinking.
This was my first time being naked outside - what would turn out to be the first of many. It was completely unplanned and may have something to do with why it took more than a year before something like this would happen to me again.
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After climbing out of the shower and thoroughly drying myself, I walked into the computer room and sat down in front of my computer. The black screen stared back at me reminding me of the loneliness of the early mornings that confronted me day in and day out. A simple click later, and the screen hummed to life bringing with it the images of icons and thoughts created for the electronic functions of everyday mundane life. The clothes I had set out for work lay on the floor not four feet away, but I lacked the desire and motivation to actually put them on. Funny how that works. The shades pulled down, I knew that nobody would be looking in to see me sitting there staring at my computer. Not that anyone would be that interested. I leaned back in the chair, one hand on the keyboard, the other dropping between my legs.
My thoughts drifted as my fingers caressed the growing strength between my legs. The glans of my penis throbbed ever so, as I slid my finger across it. I gripped myself and pulled gently, enjoying the sensation of tightness around my cock. The image started to fill my mind, taking shape. That goddess of desire, angel of my dreams, the woman I could not have. I continued to grip myself in tight vice-like grip, squeezing and releasing as I concentrated on the image of the woman in my visions. My cock throbbed; rock hard.
"Why play with that, when you can play with me?"
Her voice slipped through my mind like soft silk across a prone goddess of desire. And there she was, standing in my doorway. Knowing this vision could not be real, I did not move. But there she stood. A button-down shirt hung loosely over her supple form. Two perfect breasts protested the fabric, and her nipples pressed against it, clearly visible. Her legs came out from underneath with the most perfect curves of flesh that lead down into two feet that knew the worship of men.
I sat in perfect stillness, letting her image wash over me. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and a slight grin sat on those perfect lips. She looked me over and winked, waiting for a response. I released the grip on my manhood, which throbbed with longing, and clambered to my feet. With a slow cautious step, I moved towards her almost frightened that a quick movement would betray my longing and incline her to leave. But she stayed, waiting.
While she stood in silence and watched, waiting with a patience that defied my comprehension, I put one hand on her shoulder, and slid it over and down her back. With a racing heartbeat, I leaned in to her and sniffed her beautiful blonde hair, letting the aroma of her wash over me. I cradled my right hand against the small of her back, just above the swell of her ass. I could feel the longing to be with her swelling within me like the rising tide of a long-lost storm.
I pulled my head back and looked her in the eyes. Those perfect blue eyes peering into my soul. I felt everything falling away in the depths of those eyes. My world did not matter, my daily concerns did not matter. The only thing that mattered was her, standing there, right now. Time had stopped and I wanted it to never move again. This moment, and the moments following were all that mattered.
Still cradling my right hand against the small of her back, I brought up my left and firmly gripped the top of her shirt at the first button. As I grabbed it, my fingers brushed across the bare skin beneath, and a shiver of ecstasy ran down my spine. With one savage jerk, I ripped the shirt open, showering myself with buttons. She did not jerk back, or fight me, but remained staring into my eyes. A coy smile played across her face as the shirt fell open revealing her bare chest.
With an ache, I pulled my eyes away from hers and gazed down at the marvel of flesh there before me. With a tenderness that well concealed the urges within my being, I traced a finger down from her collarbone and around her left nipple. Then I cupped her left breast and felt the weight of it in my hand, lifting it with slow evenness. I ran my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. I brought my other hand over and did the same to her right breast. The perfection of shape and beauty defied all my dreams.
While still holding her breasts in my hands, I leaned forward into her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. The barest sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she tilted her head away from me, revealing a neck so sublime I could spend an eternity worshipping it. While continuing to cup her right breast, my left-hand slides down across her perfectly sculpted stomach. Hardness of strength, but not overly worked muscles there. I shivered again with the thought of her so close as I kissed the side of her neck just below her ear. I could feel her start to draw back, ever so soft a withdraw as I ran my finger along the line of her panties.
Before she could pull back any further, I grabbed her panties with my left hand and shoved her backwards with all the force of my desire. A soft cry of surprise escaped her lips as she stumbled backwards to the floor, leaving half her panties in my hand. I gazed down at her prone form, as she looked back up at me. A look of half surprise and coyness played across her face. From her face, my gaze went down to her two perfect breasts revealed in the light, longing for my touch. Then I gazed down across her flat stomach. No washboard there, just the perfection of every man's desire. Then I looked lower across her groin. The hairless patch that told of someone who took meticulous care of themselves. And those two perfect lips over a mound of desire that nearly drove me to climax just by looking at it.
My perfect woman, on the floor, watching me take her in. I wanted to devour her and hold her forever. To worship this being that surpassed all dreams of reality and treasure it forever. This instant, I knew I had to have her. No patience remained in me, nothing else mattered. Only her, now, here, this instant.
She must have seen the play of reactions across my face, because she moved with a slow purpose of motion that showed she was ready for the next step. A game to be played, desires to be filled and toyed with. Her left knee came up, slowly, across her right, as she turned over and placed her hand on the ground. The shirt following, a reluctant partner clinging and falling away all at once. I started to drop to my knees as that perfect ass came into view. And time froze again. So perfect, it was the only thing I could think about. Two cheeks so perfect of shape and dimension that you could spend an eternity studying them and never quite figure out what it was that you were looking for, only to look, and see. Every muscle in my body clenched in that moment. Then a release, and a flurry of movement.
I lashed out with my right hand and wrapped my fingers around that perfect ankle before she could get it any farther from me. I shivered with elation at the thrill of the feel of her skin. She started to pull away from me, so I dragged her towards me with all the force I could muster. Her fingers dragged in the carpet, but only the smallest gasp slipped from her lips as I brought her to me. As her thighs came within reach, I grabbed her with my left hand and pulled her against me with a firmness that could not be denied.
That perfect ass thumped against my groin, and my rock-hard cock bounced against my stomach. It was not an unpleasant feeling, but it renewed within me all the burning desires of a man starved for water, and finding himself in the most beautiful oasis he could have ever dreamed of. With my right hand around her waist, I let her pull away from me ever so slightly as I took my left hand and grasped my throbbing cock. I slapped her ass with the meat of it once, eliciting a soft "oh", and then angled it between those perfect cheeks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her turn her head to look over her shoulder. Her hair played across her shoulders, and I knew I would have it within my grasp soon. I wanted to feel the softness of it again, the smell of it filling my nostrils. Those blue eyes burned into my soul, bearing everything I had for plain view. Yet even as those eyes bore into my very soul, I could sense a softness there. A tenderness and passion that could overwhelm even the most stone-cold of men. I felt the fire in my veins anew, and knew what was to come would surely change me in ways I would never fully understand.
I lifted my cock up against her mound, and shivered at the feel of her silky-smooth skin. With a slow deliberate motion, I parted her labial lips and pushed the head of my rock-hard cock against her clitoris. A soft moan escaped her lips as I pulled my cock up across the opening of her vagina. With a slow circular motion, I ran the head of my cock around her vagina, feeling the moisture coming forth.
Noticing that she was no longer pulling away from me, I pulled my arm out from around her waist and placed my hand on her perfect ass. With my left hand, I rolled my cock around the opening of her pussy, and then pulled back ever so slightly. To my surprise, I found that her labial lips were already parted as I pushed my cock back against her. She was parting them herself with her left hand, and my cock slid right into her pussy. Just as my head entered, I stopped, and then pulled back, letting the moisture glisten her lips.
Then I pushed my cock against her labial lips again, and felt it sliding into her. I did not stop this time, but let my manhood fully into her. Again, I could hear a slight gasp slip from her mouth as I pushed inside. It was no easy thing. Her vagina was tight, and squeezed against me, heightening the experience, but making it no small effort to get in. Once in, I savored the moment. Another shiver ran down my back as I took in the moment to simply realize what it was that I had accomplished. The woman of my dreams, and here I was, fully inside her. I leaned against her back and pulled her hair away from her left ear and placed a tender kiss on it. Then as I proceeded to kiss the back of her ear, and neck, I reach around and grasped her perfect breasts. I stroked her nipples with my forefingers as I pumped my cock out once and slid it back in. She arched ever so slightly against me, making the action short, succinct, and pushing me deeper into her than I had planned at first.
I straightened my back and pulled away from her with ever so slight of a movement. While doing this, I pulled almost out of her and pushed back in, savoring the feel of her tightly around me. With one hand, I ran my nails down her back. With another slow pump, I rounded my hand around her perfect ass and grasped it in my hand. With another slow pump, I ran my other hand up her back, dragging my nails across her sublime flesh until I grabbed her hair in my hand. I pulled softly on her hair as she arched her back against me. Pulling harder, I thrust into her again. Then I released her hair, and pulled my nails down her back, leaving angry red lines in her flesh. She looked over her right shoulder back at me with those depthless eyes as I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me.
Digging my fingers into her silky-smooth flesh, I continued to pull her against me in rhythmic movements. With each solid thump against that perfect ass, I could hear her suck in her breath through those luscious lips. Unable to tear my eyes off that marvelous perfection of her back, I watched as she arched into me and rocked her hips against me. The combination of rhythms drove my throbbing cock deep into her. I had entered a universe of sensual pleasure that I had never fathomed in my wildest dreams. I rocked my hips against hers, and felt the head of my cock rubbing against her insides, as she moaned in pleasure.
Thrusting harder and faster, I continued to pull her against me. It was a rhythm of pleasure that we shared, breaths sucked in time and exhaled just as sharply. With each thrust, our timing increased and we moved with a heightened flurry that exposed our desires to pleasure each other. We worked like a sensual machine, driving each other to heightened awareness of pleasure.
With a suddenness that caught her off guard, I drove deep inside her and leaned against her back, wrapping my arms around her. While kissing the back of her ear, I grasped her breasts and pulled her against me. Then I leaned back, pulling her up as I sat down on my heels. I continued to lean back, as she sat straight up on top of my groin. Reaching back, I placed one hand on the ground to balance myself as I started once again to drive into her. She responded in kind, and thumped against my groin driving my throbbing cock so deep into her that she gasped again, as I grunted in response.
Then it was a flurry again, as we arched our backs in ecstasy of the moment. Even as the world around us faded to gray, I could not take my eyes of her. That incredible perfection of the human female body. Her hair bouncing and whipping as she rocked her head to the motion of our ecstasy. That exquisite shape of her back, and the roundness of her ass on top of me. It was all so perfect. So perfect that I started to feel barriers of reality breaking down within me. A knotting of muscles inside that I could not quite understand, but the ecstasy of the situation denied it, and I could not stop. We moaned in time, and I placed my left hand on her waist pulling ever so slightly as we rocked together. We moved together. Faster. Harder. Deeper. One synchronization of movement with two bodies that reached sensual heights never dreamed of.
And then, I cried out. Muscles spasm. She twitched. I grabbed her with both hands and pulled myself up against her. I kissed her neck and wrapped my hands around her chest. Our rhythm fractured, our movements lightened. A spasm ran through her body, her legs twitching. I groaned and grabbed the carpet with my right hand as every muscled clenched. Grating my teeth across her neck trying to keep myself from clamping down on her, she brought her right hand up, and ran her fingers across my scalp and through my hair. I could feel her fingers twitching and shaking. I could feel myself emptying into her, and her onto me.
Neither of us moved. We sat there, on the floor, my arms wrapped around her. At first, I could feel her pounding heart against my chest, but as we started to relax, and pulses slowed, it no longer thundered against me. Our breath patterns were slow and matched. I continued to hold her close against me, my face buried in her hair, my hands gently clasping her breasts. The smell of her hair intoxicated me, and the feel of her skin sent shivers down my back.
After some time, I felt her start to pull away from me. It was a subtle movement. She turned and kissed me on the cheek, then leaned forward and lifted off of me. Another shiver ran down my spine as my softening cock slipped out of her. I let my hands drag across her back, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin as she went to all fours. Then she turned over, and lay down on the floor in front of me. She reached out, and grasped my hands, pulling me to her.
With a softness that I did not know I possessed, I lowered myself onto her. Running one hand through her hair, and the other down her side, I kissed her. A soft touching of lips that elicited a speeding of my heart. We parted, and then kissed again, with fervent passion. With eyes closed, I let the moment wash over me. Again, I could feel her heart beating in sync with mine, a universe opened up inside of me and we shared it all. A twining of lives, a sharing of pasts, souls intertwined in a lust for life and each other that blew everything else away.
Bracing my weight on my left arm, as I continued to twist my fingers through her silky hair, I pulled back from her and gazed down at her face. My right hand on her waist, I slid it upwards to the gentle swell of her breast and cupped it. With thumb and forefinger, I squeezed her nipple as I bent over and kissed the nape of her neck under her right ear. I scraped my teeth across her perfect flesh, nipping at her ever so slightly. As she arched her neck, I continued to kiss it and work down towards her collarbone. Once there, I placed kisses and nips along its gentle curve towards the base of her neck, and running my tongue over the gap between her collarbones. During this, I continued to cup her breast, as her nipple started to harden beneath my fingers.
The only thing I could think about was the worship of this perfect woman beneath my hands. Our hearts beating as one, our movements there to assist each other in reaching new heights of sexual awareness. I could feel her hands on me, moving across my back, nails gently scraping lines into my flesh, all the while I continued to express my love and lust for her in a gentle fashion that I could feel within us both reaching a higher peak.
Moving down, I continued to place kisses on her chest. Moving between her breasts, I placed one kiss, and then moved to her left nipple, which I took between my teeth and gently squeezed. Then I took it into my mouth, and swirled my tongue around it, sucking ever so softly. At the same time, I moved my right hand down her side, to her waist, and pulled my nails down the outside of her thigh. As I continued to pull my teeth across her perfect breast, I pulled my hand to the inside of her thigh, and again pulled my nails across her sublime skin.
As I moved my head over to her left breast, I pulled my right hand up into her groin, and caressed her mound. Pulling her left nipple into my mouth, I heard her quick intake of breath as I ran my fingers over her labial lips. As I gently gnawed on her breast, I parted her lips, and ran my forefinger across her clitoris. At this point, her hands found their way to my chest and had started to draw red lines down towards my stomach. Letting her incredible breasts free, I started to place kisses on her stomach, and ran my tongue around her bellybutton, while I parted her lips again, and ran a slow circle around the opening of her vagina.
Now her hands hand found my hardening cock. One hand cupped my balls, while the other was pulling on the skin along my hardening shaft. I pulled my head up off her chest, wondering at sheer marvel of such perfection, and kissed her fiercely on the lips. One finger barely dipping inside her, while she fondled my growing erection, we twisted tongues and washed realities away.
Then I pulled free of her, and moved myself down to her groin. With a soft caress, I gripped her thighs, and pushed it to the floor. Then I ran a finger just inside her lips, parting them. With my left hand, I parted her lips, and slipped my finger just inside her vagina and ran around the inside, in slow circles. Then I placed a soft kiss on the top of her mound. With my finger still barely inside of her, I parted her lips with my hand and kissed her clitoris. Then I ran my tongue in a slow circle around it. I could feel a twitch and spasm in her legs as I sucked on her clit. Then I slid my finger a little deeper inside of her, pushing against the walls of her vagina while swirling my tongue around her clitoris once more. Taking one lip into my mouth, I pulled on it softly, while slowly pumping my finger in and out of her vagina. Then I went back and swirled my tongue around her clit some more, again pulling it into my mouth, and softly sucking on it again. All the while I continued to finger fuck her. Then I pulled my finger out and moved a little lower, slipping my tongue around her vagina, while I massaged her anus. With the thumb of my left hand, I did slow circles around her anus while I slipped my tongue inside of her. Then as I slipped the edge of my finger into her ass, I licked her clit generously.
While continuing to do this, I could hear her sucking in air through gritted teeth, while her legs spasm and twitched. Then I sucked out some of her sweet juice, and swirled it around in my mouth. Then I kissed her, and let her taste her own sweetness. Her right arm came around me, and pulled me tight against her. Firm breasts pushed against my chest, and I pulled my nails across her left thigh. The passion of the moment continued as we held that embrace enjoying the simplicity of the moment. Then I felt her left hand grip the firmness of my cock and pull it into her. Our kiss broke when we both exhaled sharply as the fullness of my erection penetrated into her.
Resting my weight on my right arm, I allowed my weight to sink the fullness of my cock into her, resting my groin against hers while I looked into her eyes. She gazed back at me as I ran my left hand over her flawless breasts, caressing her perfect nipples. Then she pulled me down into a deep probing kiss as we savored the moment. I released her breast and let my weight sink onto her, pressing her incredible chest against mine, while I reached down and ran my hands over her thighs. As our kiss broke, I pulled her knees up as I slid mine up under her thighs.
We broke from the kiss again, and I sat back on my heels, letting my cock sink deep into her. I pulled her legs together and firmly against my chest with my left hand. Slowly I rolled my groin backwards, sliding my cock out until just the tip was still in. Then, as I wrapped my right hand gently around her firm right breast, I slide my throbbing cock back in, until my groin bumps against hers.
Creating a slow purposeful rhythm, I continue to thrust against her perfect body, all the while pulling her legs against my chest with a firm pressure. While gently squeezing her breasts, I turn my head sideways and kiss the sides of her calves. Then I gently rake my teeth across her right leg, moving from the back of her knee up to her heel. After kissing the back of her right heel, I roll my head to the left, and do her other leg. All the while, continuing to pump my throbbing erection into her luscious pussy.
During this process her hands found my thighs and gripped them tightly, her fingers digging into my flesh. Her nails bit into my skin, adding a hair of pain to the experience that somehow heightened the whole thing. As I kissed the bottoms of her feet, she started to pull on my legs which caused me to rock her a little harder with each thrust. The jar of each thrust made the gentle massaging of her feet a tad bit difficult, so I part her legs and lean forward into her, pushing her legs back, and rolling her groin up into mine, changing the angle of penetration.
Her incredible eyes rolled back into her head ever so slightly, one hand pulling through her hair the other across my back as I bring my teeth across the sublime flesh of her chest. Catching her nipple in my mouth as it rocks with the force of each thrust, I suck fiercely. She exhales sharply, and I collapse on her body. My left hand rakes up her thigh, pulling her leg against me, while the right props me up just above her. My teeth find her neck and rake savagely as my right hand finds her hair and tugs ever so gently. I can feel twin claws raking across my back as I continue to thrust against her, each impact rocking us both.
Taking a moment to breathe, I prop myself up directly above her. With my throbbing cock still deep inside of her, I grind my hips gently against hers as I look down into her incredible face. Then I lean forward and kiss her passionately, our tongues twisting around each other, hands pulling our bodies against each other. A moment of pause, a moment of passion, and fierceness. My chest thundered in time to hers as I slowly pulled out, then back in, savoring the tightness of her incredible pussy.
Then I leaned down against her, feeling her taught nipples firm against my chest. I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her tight against me. Feeling her arms come around me, I pulled myself up into a sitting position, with her firmly on top of me. We kiss again, pulling each other even tighter in an embrace of lustful passion. One leg at a time, I straighten them out, careful not to knock her off my groin. Then I lie back, and let her take control.
She settled down with her knees on the ground, her legs tight against my body. With my head resting on the floor, I gaze up at her, savoring the beauty of her once again. I reach up with both hands and caress her perfect breasts, running my fingers over her nipples, feeling the perfection of them. Then I slide my hands down her sides, feeling the smoothness of her flesh, and settle them on the rise of her hips. She smiles down at me, as she rocks back ever so slightly bringing my throbbing cock a little deeper into her.
Lifting herself ever so slightly off my cock, she leans forward over me settling her hands on my chest. Raking her nails down my chest as I thrust up into her building up a slow rhythm. Rocking in time to my motions she closes her eyes as we fall into pattern. My right-hand slips under her buttocks, caressing them and grabbing, lifting her a little higher allowing the thrusts to build up more momentum.
I dig my feet into the carpet, lifting my groin off the ground. She leans forward a bit further, letting her hair fall over my face. Ah the sweet scent of it again. I breathe it in, allowing it to wash over my world, taking my mind into exotic locations with her by my side. Then I thrust up into her. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her down on top of me. Our lips meet and part, and we kiss again igniting passion and longing.
Our kiss breaks, as I get back into rhythm and we start to pound our groins together, forcing my throbbing cock deep into her. I pull my nails down her back again, and she bites my lip, pulling away from me just enough for me to recognize the pain. Then she lets go and sits up, grinding my cock deep into her. I reach up and caress her perfect breasts as she uses her thighs to lift herself up and down against me. I match her movements and she grabs my hands, pushing them back down to her hips so she can grab her own chest.
Again, in matched rhythmic movements, our breath coming out in sync, and groaning in pleasure as we push ourselves to the very limits of our own endurance. Our lives, bodies, souls entwined climbing to higher levels of ecstasy into a cloudless night of starry heavens. A universe of possibilities awaits us as we drive harder, faster, towards a climax of impossible proportions.
Feeling that crescendo approaching its peak, I suddenly sit up, and wrap myself around her, pulling her close to me. I kiss her lips fiercely, my tongue darting in, she returns it. Then I pull away, and latch onto her neck. Teeth pinching and scraping, my tongue darting across her flesh. I feel her bite into me with similar ferocity. I pull my hands across her back, pulling her in tight, and then raking my nails against her skin. I dig in hard, and I can feel her sudden exhale in soft surprise. In return, she does the same, and I pull my head back to let loose a sudden exhale of sharp air.
She takes the moment to look me in the eye and grins a mischievous grin full or haunting promises and further joys to come. Then she puts her hands to my chest and shoves me back to the floor. I let myself fall back, as she brings her knees up, one at a time, placing her feet on the floor, all the while keeping her incredible pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock.
The she reaches down, and places my hands on the bottoms of her perfect ass. I cannot help but squeeze its firmness savoring the feel of it in my hands. She grins a half grin as she leans forward, placing her hands against my chest bracing herself. I close my eyes as her hair plays across my face again. Its sweet smell whisking me away from this dark hall, and into an exotic climate of waterfalls and soft grass. Small pools of golden water, and flowers blooming.
Bracing herself against my chest, she thumps her perfect ass against my groin, forcing my throbbing cock impossibly deep into her. She groans with pleasure, as I help her lift herself up, and down she comes again. I lift my pelvis, digging my feet into the carpet again, lifting her a little higher as she uses her weight to drive herself back down against me.
Hands and feet. Hips and thighs. Groins grinding together. All working in unison driving our pleasure at a psychotic pace towards a destination of pure exhilarating ecstasy. Our breathe in unison, groans and grunts and soft cries rising in volume as our pleasure reaches higher heights. Her fingers digging into my chest, and mine into her ass, the pain only adding to the effect, pushing us faster, harder.
I try to gaze up into her face, but each thump of our bodies colliding together hits me so hard that the air is forced out of me, and I just cannot keep my eyes open. I can see that the same is true for her. Our minds linked as one as our bodies crash through barriers that we did not think possible. Spinning into a galaxy of pleasure more powerful that any drug. Somewhere deep within, I can feel a pressure building and surging, almost ready to explode outward like some atomic bomb ready to destroy everything.
Feeling that incoming explosion, I snap myself up off the floor and pull her into a swift embrace, latching myself onto her. Nails racking down her back, teeth latched onto her neck. Somewhere, I registered her echoing of my movements. My mind barely noticing the pain of her nails digging into my back. My legs continue to spasm, the movements lighter than before, but the effect still moving my throbbing cock within her.
I released mouth from her neck, and kissed her on the lips. Our lips parted, and our tongues dashed around each other's. It was a passion and lust for each other that quickly swept us away. Our hearts slowing their psychotic tempo to something more realistic. Then she pulled back from me, ever so slight, and looked me in the eyes with those impossible blues.
That mischievous half-grin plays across her face again and I cannot help but smile back. Then she starts to twist. Moving her legs carefully lifting herself a little higher off of me, but not enough for my cock to come out. She turns herself around, careful not to lift too high. Finally, that perfect ass faces me, poised over my groin, my cock shoved so deep into her incredible pussy. I reach up and pull my nails down her back, leaving red lines. Her back arches and straightens as she sits up full.
She looks over her right shoulder down at me with those incredible eyes and licks her lips. I wink at her, and she grins. Then she leans forward, grasping my legs just above my knees. She lifts that luscious ass and thumps it against my groin. I could not help but exhale a sharp gust of air.
There was very little I could do as she continues to lift her perfect ass and thump it against me. Her weight braced against my legs limiting my ability to do anything but simply enjoy what she was doing. My throbbing cock pressed against her insides making me shiver with ecstasy. I reach out and grabbed that perfect ass of hers. I run my fingers over the marks I had left from earlier, and as she starts to build up a rhythm, I dig into her perfect flesh again.
After a couple minutes I could feel her legs starting to spasm with the exertion she was putting out, and she sat down hard on my groin, taking a break. I sat up, and wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling her neck, and nipping at her right earlobe. I gently messaged her breasts, pinching her nipples. Then I pulled my right leg back, she picked up her right foot, and moved it over, allowing me to pull my leg back underneath me. Then I did the same with my left.
She sat on the floor, on her knees, her groin pressing firm against mine. I continue to massage her breasts, feeling their exquisite shape and firmness while I continue to kiss and nuzzle her neck. Then I rock my body forward, lifting up with my legs pushing against her. Her head rolls back onto my left shoulder as I continue a slow rhythm of pushing my cock up into her.
Picking up the pace a little, I pull my hands across her sublime stomach, scraping my nails against her flesh. Then I place my right hand on the flat of her back, and push her to the floor. She catches herself with her hands and looks back over her right shoulder at me, smiling. With my left hand I grab her left butt cheek and squeeze it, digging my fingers in and pulling her against my groin as I shove my throbbing cock into her.
After a series of hard thrusts that causes her to exhale sharply and me to grunt with the pleasure that it elicits, I pause and bring my right hand down on her right butt cheek with a loud slap. She snaps her head forward in response and slams her ass against me, plunging my dick deep into her, and forcing me to sit down on my heels as she grinds herself against me.
I grab her cheeks again with both hands this time, and part them ever so slightly as she continues to rock her groin against mine. My right thumb finds her anus, and does a slow circle around it, as she moans and continues to bounce against me. I let go of her ass then with my right hand and moisten my thumb with my saliva and then place it to her anus as she continues to rock against me.
She moans and I let out air from my lungs in gasps as she continued to push us harder and faster all the while I continue to do slow circles with my thumb around her anus. Then I slip the tip of my thumb in, and she stops, grinding her pelvis against mine. She looks over her right shoulder to me and nods once. Then she lifts herself, pinning my hand against my groin, and ground my hand into her flesh, driving my thumb a little deeper into her, as well as my throbbing cock.
Then she leans forward, a slow persistent movement coming off my cock, which drips with her sweet juices. I sigh to myself, feeling like a part of me was missing, and a soft shiver runs across me. She lies down on the floor in front of me, lying on her side. Her knees drawn up, that incredible ass within reach, her head propped up by her left arm. I lie down next to her, my body pressed up against her, feeling her warmth. Another shiver runs down my body, but not because of cold, because of the marvel of perfection that is her flesh, against mine. I run my cock against her mound, slipping the tip of it between her lips, pulling it away, dripping wet.
With her right hand, she pulls upwards on her cheek, parting herself before me. I start to run my cock against her mound again, but she stops me; her index finger pointing to her anus. I look up at her face, and she smiles and nods once. Her eyes sparkling, her lips part, and she licks them once. I place the head of my rock-solid cock against her ass with a slow and firm pressure. She rocks her hips back with a slow movement placing more pressure between us. The head of my throbbing cock slips a little deeper into her.
And then, with a sudden pop, it slips in. In that instant, she releases her cheek with her right hand and clasps her chest, pinching her nipple and digging her nails into herself as she lets loose a pent up breathe that I did not she had been holding. At the same time, air explodes from my chest, breath I had been holding and not realizing it. Then she turns her head to look at me, and reaches back and grabs me by the hair, pulling my face to hers. She kisses me fiercely, teeth biting into my cheek, tongue lashing my own. I return the fierceness of her embrace. Then she rocks her hips against me a little harder, pushing my throbbing cock deeper into her. Again, the soft gasp, and she bites her lip as she pushes me farther and deeper. I keep the pressure slow, and even, letting her control the depth of which my cock goes.
She stops after about half of my cock has entered her. A single tear rolls down her face, her teeth biting into her lip as she pulls softly away. I place a tender kiss on her neck, nuzzling her ear as I reach over and caress her chest. Then I wipe the tear off her face, and suck the moisture off my finger. With her eyes pinched shut, she pulls away from me, I hold my ground, letting her slide off my throbbing cock. She stops with the head of my cock still just inside of her. My right hand resting on her side as she stops.
Her eyes flash open, and she whips her head to the side, looking me in the eye. A fierceness fills her eyes that makes me shiver. I look her in the eyes, almost afraid of the beast behind them, and wait for her to take the next action. With that, she gnashes her teeth, and throws herself against me, slamming my throbbing cock all the way into her. She cries out in pain, and I groan in surprise. She grabs my right hand off her side, and pulls my index finger into her mouth and sinks her teeth into it. I cry out in surprise and pain as she grinds her teeth into my finger, while grinding her pelvis against mine. The pleasure and pain mingled in one, I find it almost hard to breathe.
She releases my hand, and I pull it back to see her angry red teeth marks in it. She looks at me and grins a full-blown grin of pure mischief. Then she places her right hand against my groin and pushes me away from her. Then grabs my flesh and pulls me against her. The movement is slight, but she bites her lip as it happens. I get the hint, and start a slow rhythm. She groans and clutches at herself. I cannot help but echo her sounds. The pressure against my throbbing cock is so extreme, that it feels like it is about to burst, making my back spasm and my heart beat wildly.
A slow rhythm builds as we move our bodies in slight movements, yet it feels like so much more. I find myself grabbing her so fiercely that when I release her, angry marks are left, and she grabs and clutches at my body that I am almost certain she has broken the skin once or twice, yet I see no blood. The pain and pleasure mingle and swirl into one experience of heightened ecstasy.
Then she stops me and lies still for a moment, catching her breath. She starts to roll over onto her back against me, and I pull myself upwards, while still keeping my cock as deep into her as possible. Pulling her right leg up against my body, I roll around until I am between her legs once more. She bites her lip looking up at me as I gaze down again at that body that will haunt my dreams forever. That incredible neck of soft and smooth skin, the perfect curve of her collarbone, the swell of breasts blessed by the gods, the flat smooth stomach that makes my heart ache with urge to kiss and place my face against, and that groin. That perfect smooth mound of flesh that makes me shiver and ache inside. And below that, my throbbing cock, shoved so deep into her ass that I shiver again.
I slide my knees up underneath her legs, pulling them about me, as I bring my body against her, placing a tender kiss on her lips. She bites my lower lip, and then releases it. That grin of mischief playing across her face again. I start to sit up, and she grabs me and pulls me against her, teeth sinking into my shoulder. She grins her hips against me, pulling my throbbing cock deeper into her. As the fullness of it fills her bowels, she cries out into my chest and I exhale sharply. I start to pull back, and she pulls me tight again, grinning wickedly.
I pull my arms back and push her legs to the floor, attempting to pin them down as I slide my cock in and out of her ass, drawing more momentum, her eyes pinch shut and she grabs at my chest raking angry lines down my body, drawing blood in angry lines. She rocks her hips with wild abandon driving my cock deeper with savage drives making her cry out in pain and pleasure, causing me to echo those same cries. Her right hand slips between her legs, and she starts to finger herself while her left hand grabs into the carpet and rips a chunk of it out.
As I start to move faster against her, she cries out again and smacks me clean in the face with the chunk of carpet she ripped out. I release her leg with my right hand and grab at her chest, digging my fingers into her ribcage. She cries out again as I thrust deep into her, and kicks her leg against me, pushing me back, but not out. Then I slam deep into her and she cries out again. I start to pull back, and she wraps her legs around me, pulling me against her again. She groans as I slip deeper into her, and she reaches up and grabs a hold of my arms, knocking them out from under me. I collapse against her chest, and our lips meet and part into a passionate and fierce kiss.
I grind my hips against hers, and her mouth flashes open wide, letting out a small yelp of pain. Then she looks me in the eye, and whispers one word under her breath. "Faster." She grins, and licks her lips. I place a quick kiss on her lips, and sit up. Then I comply with her request.
Sitting back on my heels, I place one hand across her mound, parting her lips and running my finger over her clit, and my thumb inside the edges of her luscious pussy, while I pump my cock in her ass. She rocks her hips against me, and we start building a slow rhythm. Within moments, our pace has doubled and our breath is rushing in and out. Each thrust punctuated by a sharp exhale as the painful ecstasy starts to take hold. Her hands go from clutching the carpet, to her chest, to scratching her own legs, to raking down my chest, then back to the carpet. I grab at her legs, pulling them against me, or pushing them down, as we drive ourselves harder and faster.
What was left of the world around us melts even further, as we focus so intently on the painful pleasure we drive ourselves into frenzy of movement. Sweat rolls freely, and the scratch marks cover our flesh. The galaxy of pleasure that we pull ourselves into starts to melt into a super giant sun about to super nova.
In that instant, I pull back with sudden abruptness pulling my cock all the way out. She cries at me, the rage clear on her face, and she grabs my cock one hand and pulls it back into herself. I let her pull me, and sink body against her. My throbbing cock sinks into her mound and goes into her luscious pussy until our groins mash into each others. She pulls her hand out and clutches at my back, pulling me tight against her. I had never realized how sweetly soft and luscious she was until that moment. Her pussy wraps around mine, allowing me to fill her. Tight but not crushing, her body wraps around me, and I moan in sheer ecstasy. I pull back once and thrust back into her, feeling her softness and fullness and savoring every second of it.
We lay in that embrace for only a moment before she pushes me off of her, grabbing for my cock again. With a wicked grin, she pulls it against her anus, and then grabs me and pulls me against her. Considerably less effort required this time, and my throbbing cock slides into her ass. Its silky smooth pressure closes about my cock, and the pressure closes in on me. "Good GOD!", she cries out as I slide fully up into her. Then the flurry begins in earnest.
Throwing caution to the wind, we throw our bodies against each other with such ferocity, that we each cry out over and over again, calling out in pain, asking for more, begging for it to never stop. She pulls up more carpet, pelting me with it, as rake savage lines across her legs. She bites my hand again, leaving more red marks. And we push ourselves towards that super nova again.
Each massive thrust rocking her entire body, she cries out in mingled pain and pleasure, grabbing at the carpet, pushing herself towards me even as I pull back, and drive into her again so hard that both of us slide across the carpet. She grabs the railing to the stairs and drives her body back against mine. The ferocity of it hurts, but the pain mingles into the pleasure of it, driving us both harder and faster.
Then, in a sudden instant of crying out, we are both consumed by the inner nova of sexual power. Her hands dig into my back pulling me towards her even as mine arches and spasms uncontrollably. Her arms twitching, and her legs spasm wildly kicking against the floor. She slams her right-hand fist into the floor as hard as she can. While my hands claw at the carpet around me. Spasming and twitching I collapse against her, and she pulls me into a tight embrace, holding onto me as if her life depended on it. I could feel my soul pouring into hers as every fluid in my body pours out and into her as well.
And so, there we lie. Wrapped around each other, not moving. Savoring the exquisite ecstasy of the shared experience. Neither of us breathes more than a whisper, every ounce of energy had been used up pleasuring each other. She strokes my hair as I place tender kisses on her chest, where my head lies. Slowly, my energy starts to collect itself. I pick my head up, and kiss her tenderly, and she returns it.
"You are going to be late for work, again", she whispers to me as I start to sit up. I pull back from her, and my softening cock slips out of her, causing us both to gasp. She smiles at me and I grab her foot and kiss it.
"I know", I said as I pull myself on shaky legs to my feet. Bracing myself against the wall, I move towards the bathroom.
"When you come by where I work, please make sure you wear that little skirt", I say to her as I step into the shower again. Her hand resting on my shoulder as she whispers into my ear, "I know, love."
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Just one kiss is all it takes to get things started.
The college lesbian fling is a real thing. I know, I had my share. More than my share. College is where you figure out who you are, try new things. See what you like.
My name is Kelliann. I think you'd like me, if you met me. I have a southern girl's charm, and I'm good at using it to get what I want. I also have slightly curly, blond-ish hair that always looks tousled, a nice smile, and I've been told I have beautiful brown eyes.
I'm as tall as most boys, which is only a problem when a boy has an ego that won't let him date a girl who's as tall as he is. Which is most southern boys! So, I tend to go whichever way the wind blows. Lately, it's favored the fairer sex.
My side gig is writing sexual fantasies for a podcast. But lately, my personal sex life hasn't given me enough material to refill my well. Partly because things dried up after I graduated.
I stayed in town, which seemed like a good idea at the time because I landed a good job, but it was a college town, and college girls have their cliques, most of which don't welcome strangers. Sure, I picked up a few in bars, but most girls who go to bars aren't looking to hook up with other girls.
Then, everything changed. My car broke down. It needed a new head gasket thingy, two thousand bucks! It was eight years old and it was a lemon, totally not worth fixing. Best thing that ever happened to me! I made lemonade!
I had to take an Uber home from the garage, and it gave me an idea. With my job, I got a loan and bought a crossover with a huge back seat, big enough to lay down on, to sixty-nine, facesit, whatever. And I installed cameras, for security, of course! Now I run Random Cab, or rather, my app is called A Girl Helping Girls, to make them feel safe! Like a guy Uber driver has never hit on a girl who's been out partying?! Little do they know!
Then I go home, watch the vids and write a description of them, which my IT girl and some friends turn into a podcast, with a narrator, and however many friends it takes reading dialogue. And the stories all get them so hot, after they finish, they usually fuck.
Girls will do things for another girl they won't do for a guy. Unless he's a hunk. Or they're in love. And my front seats swivel, perfect for watching, directing, encouraging, enjoying ... participating! It also has a huge back seat, plenty of room to stretch out and spread your legs. I posted flyers in all the girl's and coed dorms.
I got so much business, I quit my day job! Now, I work when I want to. And if I don't, clients get a 'Not Available' message, and use whatever.
I don't hit on girls coming home from the bars, partly because I don't want to take advantage of drunk girls, then have them come after me for sexual assault when they sober up, but mostly because there's not enough light!
But once they've used me and I do want to hit on them, I'll give them a 'repeat' code to use the next time, so I'll know they're a 'preferred pickup!'
I do make exceptions, of course, when it feels right, like the two bitches I just picked up from a Joel Sax show at the Crazy Cat. They were so ready to fuck him, it wasn't that difficult to get them to fuck each other, with a street light shining in just right. I could tell they would, the way they talked about what they'd do to him if they got him alone.
'What was your plan to do that?'
'Jemma flashed him!'
'No way!'
'I did, I totally did!'
We were stopped at a red light, with no one in sight, so I said, 'Prove it. Flash me!'
And she did, grabbed the bottom of her tank top and yanked it up, her boobs bouncing as they sprang free, and they were lovely, large, round and firm. Zoe hooted and she pulled it back down. They fell together laughing.
'He must not have seen you,' I told her, glancing up to make sure the light hadn't changed.
'He was looking in our direction, but I guess we were too far back.'
'Too bad. What would you have done if he'd seen you, and brought you back stage?'
'I would have blown his mind.'
'You two look hot together. Have you ever hooked up?'
They each shook their heads, no, but Jemma's smile that suggested she'd at least thought about it, maybe done it with another girl. And Zoe had on a white V-necked T-shirt over a neon pink bra that looked to me like an advertisement for boobies. Hotness squared!
'Jemma, are you a good kisser?'
'I'm an awesome kisser.'
I started up from the light, in no particular hurry. Getting Jemma to flash was one thing, but getting her to finger her friend ... was easy.
All I had to do was say, 'Show me on Zoe.'
Jemma leaned in like she was going to kiss her, hesitated, then went for it. And Zoe kissed back.
There was electricity in the air, a little back seat frisson. They were soon going at it like each of them thought the other was Joel Sax.
Now, they weren't drunk, but up 'til then, I still hadn't gotten anyone naked at night. Did I mention I also do improvisational comedy? You take a suggestion and turn it into a scene.
And the scene I was given was a deserted grocery store parking lot with a security light on the side of the building, that--I'll admit, it was lucky, but I knew how to make it work--came through the windshield and illuminated the back seat enough to record them.
Jemma, who'd pushed Zoe down and was stretched out on top of her, looked up when I swiveled toward them.
'It's okay,' I told her. 'It's good to practice on a friend, so you'll be confident when you do end up in the back seat with Joel Sax, right?'
It's hard to say whether my reasoning convinced her, or if she'd wanted this all along, and all the kissing got her motor running. Either way, she liked what she was doing enough to continue. And Zoe seemed to like it too.
She kissed her way along Zoe's jaw to her ear, then down her neck and into the V-neck of her T-shirt.
Zoe was into it, but for some reason, she opened her eyes and saw me watching.
'Zoe, was she lying or is Jemma a good kisser?'
Zoe smiled, nodded and said, 'Yeah, she's a good kisser.'
'Why don't you let her show you what she'd like Joel Sax to do to her?'
She looked at Jemma. They both smiled, and Jemma leaned in to continue kissing. But her right hand found its way under Zoe's T-shirt.
'That T-shirt is kinda in the way, isn't it?'
'Totally,' Jemma said, raising up.
She pushed the T-shirt up above Zoe's boobs, and Zoe stretched out her arms so Jemma could take it off.
'And I bet her bra is too.'
Jemma reached under her and fumbled with the catch. Zoe tried to raise up to make it easier, but it didn't help.
'Damn, girl, you've never taken another girl's bra off before?'
'Never.'
'Here,' said Zoe.
She reached back with one hand and popped the catch, then shrugged so Jemma could toss it aside.
Zoe smiled, eager for more, and Jemma knew what to do next.
She kissed her way between her friend's breasts, then over to her right nipple. Her tongue flashed out and swept around it. Zoe inhaled sharply. Excitement and intense pleasure spread across her innocent face.
Jemma sucked in the tip, then as much as her mouth would hold. She let it escape slowly, then moved across to the other peak.
Zoe's fingers feathered Jemma's hair and held her close, not wanting the exquisite sensation to end.
But Jemma raised up to appraise her. They looked at each other for a long moment.
I thought the kissing had awakened her, but it seemed I was wrong. I had to step in.
'Zoe, did you like that?'
'Yeah!'
'If you liked it, why did you let her stop?'
'Why'd you stop.'
'I wasn't sure if you wanted me to keep going.'
'Zoe, are you wet?'
'Prob'ly.'
Listening to them talk when they first got in, Jemma doing most of it, and Zoe listening attentively to her friend, I figured Jemma to be the more daring of the pair, but Zoe to be willing to go along with whatever Jemma wanted to do.
'Jemma, why don't you check to see if she's wet. If she is, I bet she wants you to keep going.'
'Want me to?'
'Go ahead.'
'Wait. That's not really fair, is it Zoe? You're topless and she's not.'
'That's so unfair!'
Jemma sat up and pulled her clingy top over her head. Those luscious boobies sprang free, dancing before my eyes once again. I suppose it's safe to say, I was leaning in. And probably blocking the view of the tiny camera mounted below my rear-view mirror. I'd begun recording as soon as Jemma flashed. Well, the two cameras mounted in the upper corner of each side window would have to do.
'My, you're lovely!' I told her. 'Zoe, isn't she gorgeous?'
'She's hot as fuck.'
'You could make it easy, you know, unzip for her.'
Zoe didn't hesitate. She unzipped her shorts.
That told Jemma all she needed to know. Her hand snaked into her friend's panties, and when it came out, her middle finger glistened in the glow of the security lamp.
'Let her taste it,' I suggested.
Jemma smeared the arousal on Zoe's lips.
'Now you taste it. Kiss her.'
Jemma stretched out once again on top of her friend, and they kissed passionately. They weren't going to stop now. I pulled my hand-held out of the glove box and turned it on.
I didn't point it at them directly, at first; I didn't want the light to alert them until they were too far gone to care. But I did want to move things along, especially now that I had a lamp on in the car.
'How does she taste, Jemma?'
'Amazing!'
I turned the camera toward them and said, 'If you can make her come with your mouth, the ride's free!
I had the camera full on them now. Jemma raised up and appraised Zoe once again. Zoe raised up to try to kiss her, but Jemma backed off, just out of reach. A teasing smile formed on her lips.
'Want me to?'
'I've wanted you to, like, forever!'
'What do I do,' she asked, turning to me, noticing the camera, but she didn't seem to mind.
'What, you've never done the dirty with a girl before?'
'Never.'
'Neither have I.'
'Get comfortable, Zoe, you're gonna love it. Jemma, just do what you like guys to do to you. Trust me, you'll know exactly what to do.'
Jemma rolled to her side, and Zoe quickly slid her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off. Jemma reached down again. Her middle finger traced the length of Zoe's slit and dipped into her pussy.
'You are soaked!'
'You made me that way. You are a good kisser.'
Jemma looked at me and smiled, now appearing to either forget about the camera, or like it. She turned back to her friend and stroked slowly, up and down over her clit.
'Oh, god yes! Just like that!'
Jemma increased her speed, and watched her friend as she ignited her erotic flame.
'So, you like that, hunh?'
'Yeah, I do! I fucking love it! Don't stop, don't ... oh, god ... FUCK!'
Her body spasmed into orgasmic flux, quaking as she flailed helplessly through bliss.
Jemma was amazed but kept rubbing until Zoe grabbed her hand and stilled her. Jemma beamed with pride.
'Jemma, it looks like you've played with girls before.'
She shook her head no, but her smile remained.
Zoe's breathing returned to normal, so I said, 'Well, Jemma, since you used your fingers, it's up to Zoe to make you come with her mouth, if you want a free ride, and I don't think she can unless you get naked.'
Jemma practically ripped her shorts off. And just like that, I had my first two naked girls in my back seat, ready to do whatever makes them feel good.
Zoe sat up, pushed her hair behind her ear, shyly, and said, 'I've never gone down on a girl before.'
'But you've thought about it? Isn't that one of your fantasies?'
She nodded.
'You've made yourself come imagining Jemma was eating your pussy?'
She giggled and covered her face.
'Jemma, isn't that hot, knowing you've gotten her off before?'
'Zoe! You should have told me!'
'Okay, Jemma, lean back against that door, put one foot up here,' I said, moving it myself, my face so close to her pussy, I was tempted to lick it myself. 'Scoot forward, put your ass right here and your other foot on the floor.'
Zoe sat up as I positioned Jemma, but made no move toward her, so I said, 'Zoe, honey, kneel right here and just lean forward.'
Again, I guided her, my hands wanting to wander from her side and shoulders to her boobs and pussy. But I resisted. There's something about watching newbies that does it for me!
'Jemma, your pussy is gorgeous! Doesn't she have a pretty pussy, Zoe?'
Zoe nodded.
'Okay, just kiss around it until you're ready. That'll drive her crazy.'
Zoe giggled with nervous tension, but then she kissed the crease between Jemma's thigh and her soft lips. She raised up, almost startled.
'Your pussy is on fire! It feels like I'm kissing the edge of the sun!'
'Get back down there! That felt so fucking good!'
Zoe giggled again, shyly, pushing her hair behind her other ear. Good girl! No hair in the way blocking the camera's view. Then she leaned in, slowly, and licked Jemma from her taint to the top of her slit.
Jemma almost hit the roof!
'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't stop, don't stop!'
Maybe there was something about Zoe's tongue. Maybe there was a chance I could experience it for myself. Or maybe it was just this fantasy coming true, on a night already filled with sexual tension, fueled by rubbing her BFF's pussy, making her come. Whatever it was, it was happening.
Zoe sucked in Jemma's clit. Jemma's eyes saucer. She found me, her mouth open, chin nearly on her chest.
'You love getting your pussy licked, don't you?'
'Oh my god, yes! She's so fucking good. Is it always this ... she's amazing?'
I can see Zoe smiling around Jemma's clit.
'Keep telling her that and it will be. Getting compliments makes you try harder. And let us know when you get close.'
I want to make sure I'm watching her face this first time. She looks down at Zoe, who's looking up at her.
'You're so hot, looking up at me like that. You have such pretty, sexy eyes.'
Zoe's eyes dance. Her smile grows so large, she can't keep her lips on Jemma's, but her tongue continues to dance on her sex spot.
'Yeah ... yeah ... oh my god, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ... FUCK! I'M COOOOO ... FUCK!'
Could they both be that good, making each other come so quickly, I wonder as Jemma's body buckles and quakes. Or is it just something they've both thought of for such a long time, that when it finally happens, they're primed to explode?
Whatever; they're both so fucking sexy, my pussy is soaking my panties.
Jemma finally pushes Zoe away, her body jerking one more time. Then again. Then yet again. This makes them both laugh, Zoe wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand.
'Zoe, you should kiss her, let her see what her pussy tastes like on your lips.'
Zoe crawls up her friend, planting kisses here and there as she moves, then finally reaching her mouth. They kiss, warmly, affectionately, Jemma still breathing heavily out of the corners of her mouth. Then, finally, they separate. They look at me. I shut off the camera and set it down on the passenger seat. I watch them, holding each other, looking so sweet and so thoroughly fucked.
'Do you think you'll do it again?' I ask Jemma.
'Only every time I get the chance!'
'Totally,' Zoe agrees. 'That was super, super fun! Making her come was super easy,' she teased.
They look at each other, laughing, then kiss again. But I'm reminded that Zoe has still not had a girl go down on her, and I don't want to waste the opportunity. So, I get down on my knees in front of her and put my hands on her thighs. She looks down at me.
'I think you did such a good job on Jemma, you deserve a reward.'
She likes the idea. Her legs spread. I lean in, kissing her inner thighs. Then I raise up.
'Jemma, you can suck on her titties and play with yourself. Maybe you can come together.'
They both like that idea. I lean back in. I suck in her clit. She moans, her hips moving forward, driving her slippery heat hard against my mouth. I lick and suck and enter her with my middle finger, fucking her slowly. As I increase my speed, she whimpers, her body now moving in time with my hand. I add a second finger and fuck her faster.
It's hard to crane my neck, but I manage. Jemma sucks away on one boob, fondling the other. Above her, Zoe's face is glowing, gleaming, bathed in the soft lamp shining down on us. She's whimpering.
I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers. I suck harder.
'Oh fuck, oh fuck!'
Watching the video at home later, I see Jemma raise up and watch her. She's rubbing her pussy as furiously as I'm fucking Zoe. Their expressions feed each other. Zoe pulls her in for a kiss, and they make out while she caresses her clit and I suck and finger. They break the kiss, they're both close. Jemma backs away and they watch each other for a few seconds. Then they both explode. They're going to sleep well tonight!
I feel a rush of fluid soaking my fingers, lips and face. Both bodies lurch and spasm, arms flailing, breath escaping in high-pitched squeals, eyes locked on each other. This is a night they won't soon forget, and I'm pleased to have been a part of it.
But once they'd come, I was in a hurry to drop them off at the dorm so I could go home and watch the video. There had been four orgasms in my back seat, and none of them were mine! I needed to do something about that.
Luckily, I make it home without anyone seeing me. My panties have soaked through my shorts! Next time, maybe I should wear a pad. Or better yet, take them off!
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Our perfect marriage -- chapter 1 -- my hot wife fantasy
I'm not sure when it began. Once I was a jealous boyfriend, and then husband. I wasn't possessive or controlling. But i was worried when she was went out without me, nervous if she came home later than expected. A sick feeling when she flirted or when someone flirted with her. Never wanting to think about, never mind talk about ex-boyfriends.
To let you know how that changed, how I went from being jealous to wanting her to be with other men I need to go back to the start. But i need to be honest. My fantasy was not for her to be with other men. It was for her to fuck other men, be fucked by other men. For her to want, need, crave other men. And not just any men. Men who could give her more than me. Men with bigger cocks. Men who were better lovers than me. Men who could make her desperate for them.
Anyway, back to the start.
I had met Maria in university. I was a second year and she was a couple of months into her first year. She was a brunette. Tall, slim and beautiful. Now she is 41 and more attractive than ever. Where the prettiness of some of her friends had faded with age she seemed to get sexier as the years passed. She works at it too -- regular gym sessions and long runs toned her already amazing figure. Maybe it was the envious glances of friends and the open stares she got when on holiday that subconsciously started to fuel my thoughts. I (my name is Mark) am a year older than her. I'm six foot one and still in shape. When we were younger I was probably the 'better catch' but, whilst looking good for my age, those roles had reversed.
She had a boyfriend when we met. Someone from school, from her home town. As it got more serious I pushed her to end it with him. She couldn't understand it -- she didn't see the issue with seeing both of us, she said she liked us both and I should be happy because I wasn't the one being cheated on. In the end my insecurity won out and she ended it and 20 years or so later here we are.
I say 20 years later but we did break up, or at least have a break for a couple of years. When I graduated she was starting her third year. As a language student she would spend her third year in Spain and then France. As the summer before she went away went by I could feel a knot in my stomach. I knew I would spend the year imagining her with other guys. She tried to talk to me. Tell me I was being stupid, saying I could visit all the time. But it was no good. Scenarios ran through my head -- her being unfaithful like she was with her ex, getting fucked by other men, being happy to cheat on me. So I suggested we take a break so she could enjoy the year away and experience all it had to offer. My ego and heart took a battering when she gave in more quickly than expected.
I didn't spend the year in mourning. Many would say I wasted the year. But to me it is a time I look back happily on. I took a number or bar jobs, went out with friends and slept with a lot of women. Maybe I was kidding myself but at 23 I felt happy to be single again. Then the year was over. Maria came back and we bumped into each other one night. We spent that night together and it was as incredible as ever. Better than ever. She joked I'd been busy during the year and had learned a few new tricks. She had too! I could tell it was her invitation to talk about it. To share what we had experienced but I closed it down. I couldn't think of her beautiful body being pleasured by someone else.
That summer we were inseparable. I was dreading it coming to an end. She had one more year in university, I had taken a proper job and was moving to London. I agonized over what to do. Breaking up when she was away hadn't been so bad. We got back together. Maybe we could take another break? But in my heart i knew it wasn't what i wanted. I realised I loved her and would have to suffer the jealousy and angst of a long term relationship. Not long before I was going to move to London I took her for dinner and told her how I felt. Told her I loved her, told her we could visit each other all year and that soon we could be together properly. Arrogantly I thought she would be happy. But her silence told another story and then she opened up. She admitted she had loved being free last year. Loved being able to have one night stands, meaningless sex. Told me some lovers had blown her mind. She said the year had made sex more important to her. She said she was too young to be tied down. Too young to have a long distance relationship She suggested we extend the break. Another year. If we both felt the same next year then it was meant to be.
I walked out of the restaurant and tried to forget her. I moved to London and tried to move on. Tried to capture the freedom of the previous year. But I couldn't. I had a few one night stands but I couldn't get Maria out of my mind. I'd torture myself imagining what she was doing. Then convince myself nothing between us had been true and she had always cheated on me. Slowly I started to get over her.
Then one Saturday morning there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there she was. She poured her heart out. Told me how me walking out of the restaurant had broken her. How it made her realise she loved me. She looked me in the eye and told me she hadn't been with anyone else since. I couldn't help myself. I kissed her.
She pushed me into the flat and closed the door. Her hands went for my belt, soon she was stroking my cock. She grabbed my hand pushing it under her skirt. As I felt her warmth she whispered "God, you are so hard, I've missed you." She then dropped to her knees and closed her mouth around me. Almost immediately taking the full length to the back of her throat. After a few minutes I was already close to cumming. I lifted her up to kiss her and pulled her into the lounge. I pushed her toward the sofa, leaning her over the back. I lifted the skirt up exposing here perfect body. Moving her thong to the side I was soon deep inside her. I was amazed how she could still feel so tight when she was so wet. My hands moved up and felt her small firm breasts pinching her erect nipples. It was only a few minutes and I knew I couldn't last longer. Even in the moment I was worried I would cum too quickly for her. Disappoint her and make her regret holding out for me. But then I could sense her getting closer to orgasm, I could feel her legs shaking and her breathing getting faster and more desperate. She came with a scream. If it wasn't for my arms and the sofa I think she would have fallen. She turned round and smiled. And said the words I had wanted to hear since the summer- I love you.
At the end of the weekend she went back to University. I can't say the next few months weren't hard. I trusted her and I loved her but my paranoia and jealousy were always there at moments of weakness. But we got through it. She graduated and moved to London and we moved in together. Months of happiness turned into years of happiness. We got married, moved out of the city and had 2 beautiful children. Not only were we in love, we were also in lust. Not just lots of sex but we kept experimenting and trying new things -- public places, toys, domination (She loved to be tied up), female domination, ruined orgasms, role play -- there wasn't much we didn't try and love.
That phase lasted a long time. Maybe 10 years which I know is more than most couples get before routine sets in. It ended because of me. Maria was happy with "normal" sex but always wanted to push things. She started to talk about threesomes. She mentioned it a few times and when I didn't engage she kept pushing. In my mind I could only imagine another man joining us. When I told her this she laughed. "I knew that would be a big ask, don't worry I meant another (hot) woman!"
One night in bed she raised the subject again. She was kissing my neck, whispering in my ear "the girl we are going to fuck -- what does she look like?" I opened my eyes and almost sat up with a start. She kissed me on the mouth and pushed me back down on the bed. She moved from my mouth back to my neck and slowly started working down my body. "Close your eyes, your are with two girls, what do they look like?" she had her hand on my cock and felt it pulse. "Hey, remember one of them needs to be me! Brunette? Or blonde?" Her hand felt my answer. She smiled "so, will the blonde be tall or petite? Hmmm petite! Busty or...? Ok so a petite busty blonde it is."
A couple of weeks later she said she had something lined up for Friday night. To be honest it was a bit seedy -- she found her on a hook up site -- but that made it more exciting somehow. When Friday evening came round I was so horny and I could tell how turned on Maria was. We met the blonde, Alison, at a hotel bar. She was really hot, I was worried she would be really cheap but not at all. She was a lawyer who loved to live. We had a few drinks and although we got on and sort of relaxed the sexual tension was always there. A hour or so later Maria suggested we head to the room for a drink.
The tension mounted in the lift. Maria and Alison were standing close to each other. Fingers interlocking, glancing at each other. Before we got to our floor they kissed for the first time. Alison grabbed my hand and pulled me towards them and broke her kiss with Maria to kiss me for the first time. The lift doors opened at our floor and outside were two guys in their early twenties. Open mouthed with jealousy the watched us walk down the corridor and into the room.
We had a suite and Maria asked me to get drinks. I asked what they wanted and Alison said "make a cocktail from the mini-bar, be adventurous" and finished with "take your time. " She grabbed Maria's hand and led into the bedroom, the door closing behind them. I was so turned on. But decided to play it as cool as I could. Alison seemed to want alone time with Maria. I wanted to let Maria enjoy her first time with another girl. I took my time. After about 15 minutes, with the noises getting louder for the other room I gave in. Opening the door I saw one of the most amazing sights I have ever seen. Both were naked. Maria was on her hands and knees, her perfect arse pointing up as her lips, tongue and fingers worked on Alison. Alison was on her back. Here body shining with perspiration as she writhed under Maria. "Fuck, fuck, oh god, that feels so fucking good" Alison was lost in her pleasure, "I'm gonna cum again" and screamed as Maria's fingers made her squirt all over both of them. Maria slowly made her way up Alison's body. Kissing every centimetre until she found her lips and then settled her head under a chin slowly playing with her nipples. "You liar" said Alison, " you told me you had never been with a girl, you just made me cum three time. Cum really hard three times, where the fuck did you learn to do that to a woman." Maria smiled "we all have our secrets." Now I can't lie. The rest of the night was amazing. All three of us came lots of times. But Maria's comfort and familiarity freaked me out. Not just how she was with Alison but also how she seemed to know positions and tricks that would work in the threesome. Alison had said she must have been with another woman before. And I knew this wasn't her first threesome. My jealousy was kicking in.
The next week I was quiet. Maria didn't or pretended not to notice. We were also really busy so it wasn't until the following Friday that we had time to talk. We were in bed and Maria started kissing me, telling me she just had to think about the previous week and Alison to be turned on. As hot as Maria made me feel all I could feel was a knot in my stomach. My mind working overtime - how she was so at ease in what I thought was her first threesome. Imagining her and a friend another man. Worse, her being fucked by two men.
Then Maria started talking about meeting her again, talking about the two of them meeting for a drink to arrange something. And then it hit me, I wasn't just jealous of another man. I was jealous of Alison! I must be crazy -- incredible sex with two beautiful women, and I was jealous of one of them. But I couldn't get it out of my mind. A couple of days later Maria told me she was meeting her for a drink. She winked and said she would call later on -- she said it might be worth me staying up if she brought Alison home but that maybe I could have an early night if she went back to hers. She saw the look on my face. I told her how I felt. I wasn't sure what to expect. But she surprised me. She said she thought I was into Alison and hadn't realised I would be jealous of sex with another woman. She kissed me and cancelled her date.
There wasn't an immediate change in our sex lives. But we didn't add to it. Over time the small kinks and fantasies gave way to a vanilla, if pretty active, sex life.
10 years later we were happily married. I had 2 beautiful children and beautiful wife who was my best friend. I thought life would continue as it was. And I was happy. But I made things change, reawakening the fire in Maria with my fantasies. Who knows where desires come from. All of us with the need to see our wives with other men have their own paths. I didn't know mine. Looking to rekindle the excitement of the past? Fear of becoming old and boring, past it? Access to porn and the normalisation of almost anything? Wanting someone you love to have more than you can give them? The reasons are difficult to unravel. For me I am not sure I will ever be able to explain it. Certainly I don't have a consistent explanation. I just know the thought turned me on more and more as time passed.
I didn't know where it came from but there were triggers that brought it to the front of my mind, or moved it to the next level. One was Alison. She was a lawyer and a decade after having a threesome with her we ended up in the same meeting! I don't think either of us recognised the other at first but the at some point our eyes met and we knew. There wasn't really embarrassment. We just smiled, it probably looked odd to others in the room but we were both pretty senior so nothing was said. After the meeting we grabbed a coffee. I was glad that like us she had moved on but she alluded to being disappointed that we hadn't stayed in touch. But said that now she was finally in a serious relationship she understood. She was married and she and her wife had a daughter. She saw me look up and said "well you saw how much I liked being with a woman." We exchanged numbers but for some reason I didn't tell Maria. Alison was still really sexy. I considered letting Maria know. The simple strawman was threesome with her, threesome with a man, Maria to meet man alone. Simple! But the knot in my stomach was still there.
Over the next few months I was working away a lot. Time alone in a hotel room lets the mind wander. Often it wandered to remembering the old days. Often that meant remembering the night with Alison. Memories turned to fantasy. Soon I was imagining us meeting up. As I lay in bed stroking my cock at the thought I realised there was no jealousy or worry. The fantasy developed. It wasn't a threesome. I was a fly on the wall, an observer, invisible. Alison was the dominant one. Years of experience being used on, and shared, with my wife. Alison made her cum time and time again. I imagined Maria telling her she felt better than I ever had, wishing we had all kept in touch.
Thoughts and fears suppressed for years started to surface. I encouraged them. Revelling in how they turned me on. Maria with some shadowy figure from her past, lovers from her year overseas almost 20 years ago. Soon I wasn't imagining the 20 year old girl i once knew being fucked, it was my 40 year old beautiful faithful wife. In my fantasy she loved being with them. It was clear they were better lovers than me. Clear that she loved how their big cocks made her feel. The more she loved it the more I loved it. Soon fantasies developed so I wasn't even an invisible observer. Just thought of her meeting someone, planned or unplanned. Her coming home and telling me. The details, what he did to her, how he made her feel. How big he was. How much better the sex was than with me. How she couldn't wait for next time.
In short I was hooked on the fantasy. My insecurity had been overcome. I had to try to make it real...
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<em>Each flower maiden is born with an implanted seed. They look no different from ordinary people when they are young, but once they mature they take on the characteristics of the flower they bear. Their hair takes on the flower's color, and their body takes on the flower's scent. And once a month, a mature maiden blooms. The pleasures these blooming flower maidens provide are what make them so desirable.</em>
<em>A flower maiden in bloom is burdened by intense lust and intense pain that can only be relieved by bedding another woman. During her bloom, flowers appear on the surface of her skin as if they're being painted, and her body becomes perfumed in her floral scent. Men cannot caress flower maidens, for the flowers wilt in their hands.</em>
<em>There exists a grand Loveridge Manor who painstakingly attends to its flower garden, where the flower maiden's pleasures are enjoyed. The garden is a place of entertainment and political fraternization between the region's most powerful noblewomen. The more beautiful and pleasurable of a garden is maintained, the more respect and influence the house gains. At the culmination of a long lineage, the Loveridge family sat atop a mountain of wealth and political power.</em>
I.
Camille sat quietly brushing her hair at the vanity in her bedroom. From her window she could hear the morning birds chirping under the pale green sky. She sleepily ran the brush through her long, silky brown hair as she focused on her reflection in the mirror. In front of her sat a slender and elegant girl with downturned, sleepy green eyes. She gave off a quiet impression; her pink lips pressed together as if she would never speak. She had a natural flush and a beauty mark on the left side of her chin.
The young maiden powdered her face before wearily approaching her wardrobe. Inside the heavy doors, she was confronted with her sparse collection of gowns: one delicate silky pink, one floral lace blue, and two of the plain 'green maiden' uniforms she was assigned at Loveridge Manor. She dressed herself in her short stays and petticoat before begrudgingly putting on her uniform. Seeing herself in the white muslin empire gown and its infantile green sash gave her a tingle of embarrassment under her skin. It was an ugly reminder that despite all her effort and desire, she was not yet a full flower maiden.
Every flower maiden's first bloom came between her 18th and 20th birthdays, but Camille's 21st birthday had come and gone uneventfully. A late bloom was a very rare and revered phenomenon that brought her a looming swarm of admirers. The first bloom of a delayed flower maiden was said to be much more pleasurable and fragrant, and granted good luck and blessings to whoever had the privilege of enjoying it. What attracted them the most though, Camille knew, was the competition between the hedonistic noblewomen about who would receive the blessing. Part of the appeal was discussing within earshot how exactly they intended to deflower her, given the opportunity. But as long as she did not bloom, she was a green maiden who was fully off limits from patrons — and was obligated to wear the uniform to stave them away.
Camille was humbled every day by her colorful and opulent world. She lived in a luxurious estate filled to the brim with otherworldly beauties. Once Camille were to bloom, the rules lording over her would loosen and she would be able to join them. The flower maidens had bright, floral colored hair and dressed in the most beautiful clothing and jewelry the land had to offer. Patrons clamored to compete each other for the maidens' favor, showering them in expensive gifts in the hope they would be invited in to satisfy their monthly bloom. Camille should have obtained this lifestyle long ago — she should have felt wronged and angry for being denied it — but there was no explanation for her late bloom, and no way to predict when it would come. It didn't matter how hard she searched for an answer, she would never find it. Camille simply put her head down and endured, admiring the latest fashions paraded around the manor with more awe and appreciation than the people buying or wearing them.
Camille pulled on her stockings, gloves, and shoes before leaving for her lessons. She entered the meeting for morning instruction, where she found her familiar classmates scattered around the room in giggling bunches. Like a matching set of dolls, each girl wore an identical green-sashed muslin gown, topped with a head of plain natural hair. Starting from sixteen until bloom, a flower maiden trained in a variety of different skills needed to entertain in high society. While her classmates worked as a team to endure training, Camille had long since exhausted the lessons — unable to graduate without blooming first. She had studied hard from the beginning and took a lot of pride in her skills. She was among the best in every area of etiquette and servitude, and was very skilled at the piano. Aside from just her late bloom, Camille was well known by noblewomen for her reputation as a promising young flower maiden.
The other green maidens had never taken an interest in her, but why would she expect them to? All of the same-aged peers she spent her developmental years with had graduated to become proper flower maidens. A new generation of tightly bonded young maidens had replaced them, naturally excluding Camille. Among them, she stuck out as awkward and too old to be in training. Camille was naturally a girl of few words, and was fairly content keeping politely to herself. She stepped into the room without expecting an upward glance, taking her seat obediently as she did every day.
After morning instruction was over, the green maidens were dismissed and flooded out into the large atrium that connected most of the manor's main hallways. It was a busy area with frequent foot traffic, along with gathering places for groups to socialize. Groups of chatting flower maidens and noblewomen filled the grand atrium's furniture here and there. On her way out, two familiar older women wandered up to Camille. She only knew them as a wealthy couple that was close with the mistress. Both of them plump and fancy and made up perfectly with their similarly wrinkled faces. The shorter of the pair, Lady Wendy, cupped Camille's face in her hand. "Oh, my dear, I haven't been to visit in so long, I was beginning to worry you would bloom in my absence." She turned to the lady next to her and displayed Camille's face to her. "Isn't it such a tease to have her here, Lady Sarah? Such a beautiful girl has been kept off limits for a dreadfully long time. An overdue maiden is especially sweet when she finally comes to bloom, you know." The lady leaned forward to inhale deeply from the corner of Camille's neck.
"She's beautiful," came Lady Sarah stupidly.
"She's ripe, Lady Sarah," Lady Wendy lowered her voice. "You can tell by her appearance. Her skin is glowing, her body is heavy with anticipation." She purred, lifting her fair chin with her finger despite looking up at her. "Your coming of age ceremony will definitely be a treat worth waiting all this time for. I'm sure it's bound to come any day now." The two ladies snickered and drank in her figure greedily.
Camille's heart sank as she caught a few flower maidens sitting nearby had been watching the encounter. She was used to being approached and toyed with by noblewomen — there was never any real risk of danger, the mistress made sure of that — but she knew what impression it would leave on the other maidens. Getting the attention of a noblewoman was difficult among the sea of beautiful competition, and required flirting and appealing. It was an economy of popularity, and most flower maidens thought the quiet, plain girl was undeserving. Her late bloom was tantalizing and exotic to the noblewomen, but in the eyes of the maidens, it was off putting to see a girl her age in a green maiden's uniform. Her plain brown hair that used to be a symbol of healthy youth and potential, now portrayed her as flowerless; a barren seed. She felt her cheeks burn.
As the ladies walked away snickering, Camille watched the flower maidens in her peripheral all turn sharply in one direction. She tried to follow their gaze but a large pillar in the center of the room blocked her line of sight. The maidens' eyes darted back and forth from the subject to each other unsurely. One girl scoffed, trying to bring the other two to jeer along with her, but was met with her friends intimidated into their best behavior.
The subject of their fixation strolled leisurely past the obstruction, and Camille laid her eyes on the tallest person she had ever seen. An unfamiliar noblewoman who was fully engaged in a quiet conversation with her personal attendant. The woman loomed over her surroundings. Camille had intended to escape to her room at the first opening, but her strange magnetism kept her in place and drew her gaze. The maiden's heart skipped a beat as the woman looked up from her attendant and caught her staring eyes. Time froze for a few moments where goosebumps rose all over her skin.
The woman had a beautiful icy expression that placed her above her surroundings. Instead of a shallow air of superiority like was common among patrons of the manor, she carried herself comfortably, like the manor was her own domain. She stood sturdy and elegant like a tree, with long limbs and a long neck and slightly crooked posture. She wore an intricate mauve gown with a ruched bodice tight against her large chest. The color was dark against the current trends but complimented the long wavy black hair that flowed freely down her back. She had an unsettling gaze that intimidated others into extra politeness around her. Camille was startled when her trance was broken, the uneventful moment passed, and the lady continued walking without interruption.
Camille hurried back to the safety of her room with her mind blank, save for the lady's image burned into her field of vision. She threw herself onto her bed with a huff and curled up as an empty feeling welled up inside her. In pursuit of becoming a flower maiden worthy of her reputation, Camille was proud of how thoroughly she had hollowed out her own desires. She gratified herself on the approval of the mistress and the noblewomen alone — a personal strategy to shape herself into the perfect flower maiden. According to her own standards, she was succeeding and should have been satisfied. But she lay in her bed with a hole gnawing at her stomach. She stared at the ceiling and figured she must be hungry.
A few days later, Camille was surprised when her instructor announced a roll call for that afternoon. Typically a roll call would be announced days ahead of time as each girl needed to prepare to be evaluated by the mistress. They also usually came ahead of an important event or banquet, of which none were planned.
The flower maidens gathered in the great hall that evening to greet the mistress, Lady Wynona. Beautiful girls lined rows of ornate benches, each head of hair a different vibrant floral color. The roll call was the maidens' chance to show their best face to the mistress — and inevitably each other — so every girl was made up in her very best. They gossiped and giggled with excitement as they met up with friends and found their way to their places.
Camille was the only still and quiet body within the boisterous hall of girls. The slender girl sat patiently with her hands resting in her lap, a silent and neutral acceptance of her isolation. Amongst the colorful crowd, she was the only maiden with plain brown hair.
The large double doors at the back of the great hall were slowly pulled open by unseen attendants to reveal the mistress. Lady Wynona was a striking woman with handsome features. She was dressed in a teal jacket and black trousers, with her long black hair tied neatly at the base of her neck. Beloved by the maidens, her handsome attire and charming demeanor always melted a few hearts in the audience. Her freckly face usually carried a smile when greeting her garden, but today she was serious. Lady Wynona was taller than most women, but looked small compared to the woman on her arm. Camille recognized the noblewoman who had captured her gaze the day prior; as her head peeked high over the crowd. The strange noblewoman towered over the mistress as they walked down the aisle toward the stage platform, acting as a shadowy parasol obscuring the both of them.
A ritual hush fell over the crowd that didn't stifle the questioning whispers. Camille overheard quiet chatter from the row of girls in front of her.
"She has stayed here for four nights and not made an advance on a single maiden. I haven't met anyone who has even been introduced to her," said the rose maiden with suspicion.
"I heard from a guest that she inherited a fortune after her husband went mysteriously missing," whispered the iris maiden in a foreboding tone.
"How could she get a husband? No man would want to be seen next to a woman her size," chimed the lotus maiden, causing a giggle to ring out among the group.
"She just sits apart from everyone and watches. She must be some kind of creep..." pondered the rose maiden.
"My lady cautioned me to avoid her," chirped the poppy maiden in a worried tone.
The room quieted as the mistress found her place and began to speak at the front of the hall. An unfamiliar voice was projected from the stage. Lady Wynona was typically very romantic and affectionate, but her words came out tense and formal. "My lovely garden, I apologize for the roll call on such short notice," she took a steeling breath. "It is not me who will be evaluating you today. Loveridge Manor has had the privilege of hosting my elder sister, Julia, for the past week. In order to welcome her, she will be audience to this roll call to choose a gift. Please conduct yourselves no differently than if it were myself."
There was commotion among the flower maidens in the crowd. The giddiness had been replaced with confused whispers. Gifting a flower maiden to another household was almost unheard of. Usually a gift was reserved as a peace offering or someone held in extremely high honor. It was a political bartering chip of the highest value. The addition that this mysterious woman was seemingly being given her choice from the entire garden was even more shocking. It frightened the flower maidens to think of what power Lady Julia held in order to be granted the privilege.
In accordance with the typical roll call procedure, an attendant called several names to form a line down the center aisle to wait their turn to present to the mistress. Camille waited in her seat for a long time, knowing her name always came last on the list. She watched each maiden stand in front of the mistress and introduce herself while Lady Wynona asked a few questions and took notes in the book in her lap. Lady Julia sat in a chair by her side with a matching book — a profile of all the flower maidens — following along without writing or saying a word.
While the roll call proceeded in its typical mundane fashion — no matter how efficiently the mistress evaluated each maiden, the line could only inch forward painfully slow — there was an awkward, knowing buzz among the crowd with the extra observer present. Camille's name was finally called to stand in line and she stood at the back counting down for her turn. By the time she stood in front of the mistress, all the other maidens yawned and chatted quietly in their seats behind her. She approached with her head bowed and curtsied to the mistress and her sister as all the girls before her had done. "I am the calla lily maiden, Camille," she stated ritualistically, in a small ghostly voice.
"Beautiful, Camille. Where is your seed?" Lady Wynona asked despite knowing the answer. The mistress was familiar and comfortable with all the maidens, which helped Camille steel herself under Lady Julia's intense gaze. Camille motioned to her chest, showing the little white seed that sat on the surface of her skin. It peeked out just above the neckline of her gown, in the center of her sternum.
"Why is there a green maiden here?" Lady Julia spoke her first words of the evening. Up close she could see Lady Julia's skin was smooth and spattered with attractive moles.
"She is overdue to bloom. Camille is twenty one and has finished her training," Lady Wynona explained through gritted teeth behind her diplomatic smile. Lady Julia nodded in understanding and returned to her silence without showing her opinion on her face. Lady Wynona looked up at Camille and dismissed her, "Thank you, Camille." Camille bowed and returned to her seat.
The two sisters turned to talk to each other on stage quietly. They referenced their catalogs to each other and, while Lady Julia's face remained stern and cold, Lady Wynona became visibly frustrated. She kept her professional composure, but her replies quickened as she argued her side. Their conversation was over quickly, and Lady Wynona stood to address her garden with a diplomatic expression.
"Thank you all for your cooperation. I am proud that my garden could assemble so beautifully in such a short time." Lady Wynona glanced back at her sister before taking a deep breath. "Lady Julia has chosen the calla lily maiden as her gift."
II.
A week later, Camille was awoken before the sunrise to prepare for her trip. Stylists buzzed around her from the early hours doing her hair and makeup. They dressed her in a powder purple silk empire gown with floral lace netting. Styling was reserved only for flower maidens on special occasions. She had watched many flower maidens be styled over the years, so even in the early morning, her heart was soaring to finally see herself in that place.
Camille was packed with her things into a large carriage. Over the past week, she felt like a ghost walking around the manor. At first the other flower maidens were fearful for Camille, but soon that fear turned to jealousy. They shunned her and treated her like she'd been cursed; avoiding her at all costs or whispering and staring as she walked by. Camille was afraid of Lady Julia, but the flower maidens' treatment reminded her of how few connections she really had in the manor. It made her consider if it could be better than her current life. She traveled to Lady Julia's estate far, far away from Loveridge Manor with an open mind and a trembling heart. The sun had gone down by the time they reached the beautiful house deep in the woods.
The carriage door opened and a tall, middle-aged butler stood outside extending his hand to help her down. Camille was a bit intimidated as she had only met a few men over the course of growing up at Loveridge Manor. She took his hand and lifted her dress to step down. Her eyes drifted to the large brick house in front of her as a few more butlers came to bring her things inside.
Before she had a chance to take it all in, Camille was swept inside along with the flourish of staff. The butler who had helped her down from the carriage was kind to her but seemed very exhausted as he led her inside. He brought her up the stairs to a large bedroom where her belongings had been placed, and suddenly Camille was left alone. The room was dim and she was very tired from the long trip. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked around sleepily. Across the room was a large wardrobe with its doors left open as if to show off its contents. Inside hung a rack of densely packed, beautiful gowns in every color. Her eyes widened as she scanned over them eagerly. <em>Were they for her?</em> Her etiquette and her exhaustion kept her seated.
After a while of waiting, a maid in a crisp uniform knocked on the door and stepped inside cradling a bundle of clothing. "Welcome, Miss Camille. You must be tired. My name is Jane. I am Lady Julia's head maid, so call for me should you need any help," she said in a kind rural accent. Before Camille could react, Jane swiftly stood her up to change her clothing. Camille was disappointed that Lady Julia could not see her while she was styled so beautifully, but she stayed quiet as Jane changed her into a beautiful white cotton nightgown. It had delicate lace details down the front and on the hems that pleased her. Jane caught her admiring the gown. "Lady Julia chose this herself," she said with an encouraging smile. "She is very pleased that you're here."
Jane let down Camille's long brown hair from its updo. Camille's optimism was starting to wane as reality set in. Her stomach began to twist in knots out of fear, and she withdrew inside herself as the maid worked on her hair. Once Jane was finished she led her to another, much larger bedroom. The room was intentionally dark, with heavy curtains on each of the windows. In the center of the room was a huge bed that was high off the ground and dressed in luxury bedding. The stone walls wore heavy tapestries that she couldn't quite make out in the dark.
"Lady Julia will be in shortly," Jane sat Camille down on the edge of the bed and gave her hands a reassuring squeeze before leaving. Camille was left alone in that room for what felt like an eternity. The fear in her chest only grew as time passed. Her life in the manor was dull, but she never had to worry about her safety. Now she was solely responsible to one unfamiliar woman. There was no reason to expect Lady Julia to follow the manor's rules in her own estate — aside from one. Laying with a green maiden before her first bloom would cause her seed to fail, causing her to never bloom, and thus become weak and sick for the rest of her life. <em>Of course Lady Julia did not contain such cruelty, right?</em> She shook the thought from her head.
Camille remembered Lady Julia from the roll call; her cold expression as she evaluated each maiden, her supple skin and red stained lips. She hadn't been able to read her at all in the few moments they were together. She didn't know what to expect. She wrung her hands nervously.
Camille heard the doorknob turning and her heart sank. She glanced up to see the towering woman's silhouette in the glowing threshold. Lady Julia wore a black satin lounge robe that tied around the smallest part of her curvy body. She ducked through the doorframe and closed the door behind her, sealing the two of them in the room together. The lady approached with a delighted smile that looked surprisingly natural on her stern face. She had brooding catlike eyes and a deep cupid's bow that gave way to a row of charming white teeth. Camille was struck by an arrow in her heart. Lady Julia was so beautiful, even more than she remembered. She was awestruck as the lady came to sit by her side on the bed. Lady Julia took her hand, "Hello, my dear. You must be so tired, did you make the trip alright?" Camille nodded, looking at her with wide eyes. Lady Julia's voice sounded like a soft violin. "Good, you should know I want to keep you safe. You are only responsible to me now, you'll never have to work in the garden again." Camille liked the sound of that, never having to be a centerpiece for a table of hungry noblewomen in the manor. "Your first bloom will be mine, all your blooms will be enjoyed between you and I alone." Camille looked into Lady Julia's dark black eyes and felt her face lit on fire. It felt like she was dreaming. Lady Julia stroked her hair and leaned a bit closer, giving her a view down her robe. Her breasts looked large and soft and tempting to the young maiden, distracting her from her vulnerability alone in the unfamiliar woman's grasp. "Until then I only ask you accompany me to bed. The nights can get frigid out here in the woods."
Camille nodded with a shy dreamy smile, "Of course, my lady."
The two climbed under the covers of the large bed. The ends of the bed seemed unreachable to Camille, likely to accommodate how much farther the lady's legs reached than hers. There was enough room for them to sleep comfortably separate. Lady Julia laid on her side facing the maiden, who laid on her back. The lady reached over to take her hand and lowered her voice.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Camille. I will see to it myself that you are happy and cared for here." She examined the maiden's hand and rubbed her thumb over the back. "You will not lift a finger until your first bloom, which could happen at any moment. That is the one rule, that you must come to me immediately when it happens."
Camille nodded.
Lady Julia looked at her, "Do you not speak, girl?"
"Ah-- I apologize, my lady. I understand."
The lady chuckled lightheartedly and squeezed her hand. "Goodnight, Camille."
"Goodnight, Lady Julia."
Lady Julia kissed the back of her hand before turning over and facing the other direction to go to sleep. Camille turned away from the lady and covered her blushing face with her hands. Loveridge Manor's code of conduct for green maidens had already well been broken, but she couldn't find it within herself to mind. She smiled to herself and stifled a giggle as her heart fluttered. It took a few minutes for her to calm down enough to sleep, still feeling the imprint of the lady's kiss on the back of her hand.
Camille opened her eyes to find Lady Julia still in bed with her. Lady Julia laid next to her comfortably, her eyes hotly fixed on her sleeping face. "Good morning," Lady Julia spoke in a quiet voice with a small smile. Her gaze was full of suffocating affection.
"Good morning, my lady," Camille mumbled, still heavy with sleep. She felt blanketed in pressure by the presence of the large woman studying her.
Lady Julia reached to her and pushed a strand of hair off her face. "I brought you something from the greenhouse," she said while reaching to the nightstand behind her. She came back with a large bright peach in the palm of her hand.
As Camille shook off her sleepiness, the butterflies in her stomach began to wake as well. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Thank you, my lady," She reached for the fruit but Lady Julia gently swatted her hands, instead bringing it to the maiden's lips. Camille's breath caught in her throat as she understood the expectation. Lady Julia was already so close to her she could feel the warmth from her hand against her lips. She felt ensnared under her close inspection, helpless to the trap of her beauty.
The maiden hesitated before leaning and biting into the peach. The bright flavor spread across her tongue as a trail of juice ran down her chin and dripped onto the lady's fingers. Lady Julia sat up to her full height and looked down into the maiden's shaking eyes, swiping the juice off her face with the thumb of her other hand. Camille blushed and searched the lady's expression for approval. She found Lady Julia's eyes were soft with stifled lust, tightly fixed on Camille's lips as she took a second bite. Camille slurped gently at the fruit to keep the juices from spilling, but the lady still felt the trickles in her palm. Camille enjoyed the lady's salacious gaze — she could feel her desire tangibly in her veins. Her mind became fuzzy in her warm embrace and she wanted to do well for her, to please her more. Their bodies inched closer together until they could feel each other's shaking breath.
"How is it?" Lady Julia purred under her breath. Camille licked her lips with a full mouth and nodded her head in approval. A smile spread across Lady Julia's face and she wrapped her free arm around the maiden's waist. "Excellent. I want to see you enjoy it." Camille took another bite that dribbled peach juice down the lady's arm. Her face burned red and she trembled from the adrenaline in her veins. Lady Julia stared down at her, her gaze intensifying as she tried to stifle her ragged breath.
Camille nibbled the peach out of her palm until most of it was gone. Lady Julia watched every painstaking bite with hunger. Camille was entranced in lust and taste, gently taking her lady's hand to tip it towards her lips and sip the remaining juice from her cupped palm. Lady Julia's lips fell open and her breath got caught in her throat. After a moment, her surprise became a pleased smile. "How well behaved you are, little blossom. I must get to work, but you have pleased me very much this morning." Her eyes lingered on the maiden's lips for a moment before abruptly leaving in a hurry.
Jane came in after the lady to unceremoniously clean and dress Camille. The maiden's mind was left spinning. Lady Julia's piercing gaze haunted her during the day, distracting her as she was introduced to the house by the butler. The man had become irritable with her a few times for being unable to focus, but otherwise she politely introduced herself to the staff and was on her best behavior.
That night, Jane dressed her and left her for bed in Lady Julia's bedroom, but the lady never came. Camille shivered alone under the covers in the giant bed, her mind replaying the morning's events and making her heart flutter just like it had all day. Her flower maiden training hadn't prepared her for a feeling like this — especially resisting this kind of feeling. She thought of Lady Julia's soft black hair and the constellation of dots across her face and neck. The huge bed and the empty darkness beyond it made her feel small and blind. She stayed on the edge of sleep, her body too busy shivering in the chill to allow her to fully relax. After a while, she felt a heavy presence weigh down the opposite side of the bed behind her. Lady Julia clicked her tongue. "Poor thing," she whispered, sliding into bed and holding her from behind. The half-asleep Camille melted easily into the warmth of the larger woman, and they both fell asleep peacefully.
Lady Julia doted on Camille. By the time a few days passed, she assigned Camille to stay by her side like a little shadow. Once Camille adjusted to the routines of the house, Lady Julia invited her to keep her company while she worked in her study. They passed hours together while Lady Julia worked at her desk and Camille played soft piano. After a long while that Camille was immersed in playing, Lady Julia called her over with a tired sigh. "Camille, your beauty is far too distracting. Let's take a break and have tea."
Lady Julia had her attendants prepare tea for the two of them together in the study. They sat next to each other on a plush sofa with their knees touching. "How did you learn to play piano so well?" Lady Julia asked as her eyes traced the young maiden.
"It was part of my training. Every maiden had to choose to a skill to learn like singing or dancing... Although I don't believe it has been a requirement since Lady Wynona became mistress." Camille sipped her tea.
Lady Julia's ears perked up at the mention of her sister, her mind clearly taken in another direction. A slight satisfied smile grew on her face. "Camille, I want to let you in on a secret, but it must stay between us, alright?" Camille nodded curiously. "Lady Wynona only became the mistress of Loveridge Manor the day I met you at the roll call," Lady Julia said with fiery eyes. Camille raised her eyebrows and tilted her head in question, urging her on. "When my mother Agatha died, she left the manor to me, believe it or not. I'll never know why, since Wynona had been running it in her stead for a while..." Lady Julia looked pleased retelling the story. She set down her tea and leaned back to rest her arm around Camille's shoulder, looking into her eyes. "You, my dear, were gifted to me in exchange for the <em>entire manor.</em>" There was a giddy tremor in her voice.
Camille looked down at her lap wordlessly. Lady Julia continued:
"It would be very damaging for the manor's reputation to have me as its mistress. I was raised in the aristocratic circles my mother and sister frequent, and I decided a long time ago that I don't much care for polite society. The manor's influence comes from its good reputation, and I am... not very well liked," She looked off to the side with a smirk and a sigh of mocking shame. <em>"</em>So, gracious Wynona offered me to pick from her entire garden in exchange for the rights to the manor, and to keep the deal a secret from her associates. It almost fell apart, had you not come along," Lady Julia said as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind Camille's ear. The lady's eyes sparkled with affection when they looked at her. "You were too beautiful to leave behind. It satisfies me to have your beauty to myself, away from the lustful eyes of the manor's patrons."
Camille blushed, "I see..." It made her glow internally with pride and embarrassment to think herself a worthy exchange for the entire manor. Lady Julia's affection for her was crushing and possessive, more so now that she knew the exchange was much larger than just her. A little thrill grew inside her at the thought of satisfying the large, sweeping desires that consumed her lady so fully. It made her want to prove herself and perform her job well, whatever she would come to be for Lady Julia when she blooms.
The two hadn't noticed someone else enter the room until a teapot crashed to the ground next to them. A squat young maid had come in to refill the refreshments and tripped over a rug, laying on the floor in a heap. Camille froze as a splash of dark tea soaked the side of her dress. The maid scrambled to her feet to beg forgiveness. "My lady! I apologize, I-I will clean this right away and redress Miss Camille," she squeaked out of an anxiously tight throat.
Lady Julia slowly stood up to her full height, towering over both of the other women. Her expression was cold and sent a chill down Camille's spine. Since she arrived, Lady Julia had only acted softly and possessively of her. It seemed she forgot she was still the the towering, icy noblewoman from the manor. Camille felt for the staff who only saw her closed-off face — she understood how frightening this gaze could be. She looked down at the short frightened girl and studied her for a moment, the air between the three women coming to a halt. "Consider yourself very lucky, girl." Lady Julia looked disgusted. Her voice came out stern and chilling, but quiet, "You could have burned her or cut her skin on the broken ceramic. Any harm to Camille will be considered an infraction of the highest order." She took Camille's hand and stood her up, "I will take care of redressing her. Clean this up and get out."
The maid trembled while Lady Julia hurried out of the room with Camille swept up behind her. They walked through the halls to get to Camille's dressing room. The lady grumbled to herself under her breath as she browsed through the plethora of dresses she had stocked for her. She turned to face the maiden with a gown in her arms, tossing it onto the bed and crouching down in front of her. Camille watched her with curious eyes, her chest tightening as Lady Julia lifted her skirt from the bottom, but staying still and allowing her to work. The lady pulled the dress up over her head, meeting her eyes with a slight smile once it crossed her face. "Ah, what a relief. It didn't soak through the dress," she said as she tossed the soiled dress away. Camille was left in her clean stays and petticoat, blushing as the lady came up behind her, leading her to stand in front of the full length mirror by the wardrobe. Lady Julia framed her in the mirror, her chin hovering a few inches above the top of Camille's head. The atmosphere in the room slowed as they both paused to examine Camille's figure in the mirror. Lady Julia's hands tenderly found their way around her waist, her face calm and pensive. After a long while that Camille endured her intense gaze, she spoke. "You must be the most beautiful girl this world has to offer," she muttered solemnly.
Camille giggled shyly. Her heart fluttered with flattery and intimidation, "Thank you, my lady... Your opinion is most important."
She heard Lady Julia swallow hard next to her ear in response. "I've been quite busy since you arrived. I haven't even gotten a chance to dress you myself yet." The lady smoothed Camille's exposed skirts as she stalked around her with a pleased smile, delicately lifting her arms to examine all of her. "It's a hobby of mine to collect beautiful gowns, but they don't make many in my size. As soon as I saw you I knew you would make the loveliest little doll." She retrieved the dress from the bed and Camille raised her arms so she could pull it over her head. Lady Julia adjusted the gown from top to bottom until it was all smooth and in place. The gown was an expensive white with a beautiful gold lattice pattern that made Camille's heart soar. Lady Julia paused behind her to straighten the folds on the back. Camille could feel the tension in her breath and movements, how much restraint Lady Julia had to use when handling her.
They both took a few silent moments to admire Camille's beauty in the mirror. The lady's hands found their way back to her waist, silently pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. She dropped her head until her mouth hung next to her ear, her eyes staring at the floor. Camille's heartbeat quickened. "You've weakened me, Camille. You make me want to leave my obligations behind so I can spend all my time just looking at you." Her grip on her sides tightened slightly, "You can have anything you ask for, I am helpless to refuse you."
Camille blushed, bashfully raising her hand to cover her smile.
Lady Julia turned her maiden around to face her and looked deep into her eyes. The lady's eyes were a deep, sparkly black. "My beautiful maiden..." She gently took both her hands with a deep breath, "Only I am allowed to partake in your beauty. I will forbid anyone else from looking at you." The lady drew her hands closer and watched her with conviction, "And you must only look at me."
Camille felt her chest well up and overflow like an overdrawn bubble bath. She smiled brightly. "It would be senseless to seek someone more beautiful than you, Lady Julia."
A few weeks passed beautifully as Camille settled in. The two spent most of every day together. The warmer her feelings became, the more guilt and pressure Camille felt to bloom. She was no stranger to this feeling; Loveridge Manor's infrastructure felt designed to remind her at every step of her routine. Despite assuring her a hundred times that she was willing to wait however long it took, Lady Julia continued torturing her with her teasing intimacy. To be free from the manor's rules almost made it more painful. There was nothing left separating her and her lady other than her own body.
Camille awoke in the middle of the night, alone in a large and vacant bed. She sat up and felt around, noticing that the sheets were cold and Lady Julia had been gone for a while. In the chilly darkness, Camille's bare feet landed on the rug and she lit an oil lamp to go look for her.
The young maiden walked on her tiptoes down the quiet hallway, heading directly to Lady Julia's study first. She stepped through the threshold and found the lady with her head down on her desk. Approaching carefully, she found her to be asleep with her pen still in her hand. She stopped to admire her for a moment in the dim light. Lady Julia fit awkwardly into the world. Aside from her bed and her desk, everything was too small. Her movements were slow and heavy, like time moved a little slower for her alone. She wore a cold, defensive expression in front of everyone but Camille. For a moment she looked peaceful and innocent. The lady's eyes opened slowly at an accidental jostle of Camille's lamp, and a warm smile grew on her face. It was unlikely that any other guest would have audience to her smile.
"Ah, Camille..." Lady Julia rose upright and rubbed her eyes. Camille gave her a questioning look. The lady chuckled. "I just couldn't sleep, my dear. I thought I would catch up on my correspondence." She looked down over her cluttered desk and sighed, "Loveridge Manor would really like to do business with me... they won't accept that I'm just not interested." A knowingly silent moment passed between them.
"But that is a problem you need not worry about, my dear. Come over here." Lady Julia motioned her over. She moved her work to the side and sat the maiden on her desk in front of her. Lady Julia looked Camille up and down before reaching to touch the seed on her chest. "What a pretty place for a seed..." Lady Julia's eyes lowered. Her voice was deep and sluggish with sleep. Even sitting on her desk, Lady Julia was tall enough to reach her comfortably. "I wonder what the flowers will look like when they finally appear." She absentmindedly brushed her fingers back and forth over the little white seed. Her sleepiness made her hands bolder. "Calla lilies grow on tall stems..." She reasoned, pushing her finger slowly up her sternum. "They must bloom all over your chest..." Her finger trailed higher, past her clavicle to tilt back the maiden's chin. "...Perhaps they'll cover your throat." She sighed and brushed all of her fingertips over the sensitive skin on her neck. Camille wanted to be nervous, but her touch was satisfying to her too.
Camille shivered and lowered her gaze to find Lady Julia smiling at her. The lady leaned forward and rested her hands loosely around her waist. "Tell me, what would your first bloom look like if you were still at the manor?" She asked in a low tone.
Camille thought about the question. "It would be with Lady Wynona, in front of a group of guests... It would be made into a big party"
"Ah, yes. My little blossom is in high demand, no? You made many powerful ladies <em>very</em> upset by coming to stay here with me and depriving them of that," Lady Julia chuckled in amusement.
"Yes, my lady. But I prefer it to be this way, with you..."
"You are such a good girl. Even if it is no party, I will make sure you are cherished here. It will be just us, your precious bloom is for my eyes only." Lady Julia breathed deeply through her nose as the idea grew in her mind.
"It is an honor to save my first bloom for you, my lady." Camille's voice dropped low to match the lady's as they came closer together. A moment of silence passed between them as Lady Julia digested the words.
Lady Julia ran her hands up and down the maiden's outer thighs with a sigh. "You are so beautiful, Camille. What am I to do?" The two women were so close they breathed the same air, looking into each other's eyes.
Camille was frustrated to be teased over and over. While the lady could push exactly as far as she knew she could safely resist, Camille had to blindly endure the suffering of her temptation. She furrowed her brows, her voice shaking as Lady Julia tightened her grip around her waist. "Please kiss me, my lady" Camille begged in a small voice.
Lady Julia frowned and sat upright stiffly. She hesitated with a deflating look in her eye, "I apologize. It would not be appropriate for an unbloomed maiden. The temptation is too great."
Camille's chest crumpled. A few loaded moments passed where Camille teared up in frustration. "Please, then, just come back to bed."
III.
Camille woke up confused and alone in Lady Julia's giant bed. She couldn't tell the time of day in the dark room. Her skin was soaked with sweat and the room was filled with the scent of fresh flowers. Her mind was quickly jolted awake upon finding an angry arousal burning inside her. She felt prickles all over her body, and an aching need inside her that made her cry out in discomfort. Disoriented, she got out of bed to try to get help. Once she was a few steps out the door, she felt a rush to her head and lowered herself to her knees on the floor. She squeezed her thighs together and whimpered.
Down the hallway in a room far away, she could hear Lady Julia loudly arguing with someone. She considered not interrupting, and looked back to the bedroom, but the aches inside of her caused her to stand and pursue her lady.
Camille knocked on the door once and didn't wait for a response to swing it open with haste. Lady Julia stood up from her desk angrily, "Camille—!" She scolded, until the young maiden fell to her knees panting in the doorway. Camille looked up to see Lady Wynona standing opposite Lady Julia with a dark expression. For a moment they locked eyes. Camille only knew Lady Wynona as caring and hospitable, but as the benefit of Camille's first bloom crumbled away, she could only find fury and disappointment in her eyes. Her body was too overwhelmed to feel hurt. Lady Julia hurried to the girl on the floor and glared up at her sister. "Wynona, we are done here. Please return to your garden and leave me in privacy." Lady Wynona turned and walked out of the room wordlessly, in defeat.
The smell of fresh flowers had carried with the maiden into the room. Lady Julia held her close and breathed in the intoxicating scent from her skin. "Oh, Camille..." She cradled the maiden in her arms and helped her get to her feet. Camille clung to her and squirmed as the pain and arousal coursed through her.
Lady Julia stroked her hair and admired the maiden's blushing face for a moment. Camille looked back at her through misty, half-lidded eyes. Her parted, panting lips turned up into a smile as they met eyes and shared a glance of realization. They clasped each other as their mouths came crashing together. Camille let a bright sob escape her lips.
Lady Julia broke their kiss and held her tenderly. Camille clung to her for stability as her bloom made her legs tremble. The lady stopped to observe her. "Not here, my love," she whispered soothingly. As she carried the maiden back to her room, Camille clung to her and whimpered in her ear.
They entered Lady Julia's bedroom and locked the door behind them. Lady Julia set Camille gently on the edge of her bed, standing between her legs and bending down to kiss her. Camille's heart pounded hard. A fan of green stems and leaves had sprouted from her seed and grew up her chest. The two women clung to each other as they kissed deeply; Lady Julia's hands roamed the young maiden's body, and Camille hung onto the lady's shoulders for stability. Their tongues intertwined naturally as they both took out their pent up frustration.
A cold wave of pain slammed through Camille's body that made her dizzy and pooled up inside her. Her insides ached to be filled up. Camille's wince separated their lips, and Lady Julia took a step back to take off her shoes and stockings. Camille moved to the center of the large bed and hung her head as her pelvis desperately pressed against the bunched up blankets beneath her. She looked up in time to find Lady Julia wearing only her stays, watching as the lady released her hair from its updo and the long black waves spilled over her shoulders. Her skin was plump and spotted with moles all over, her breasts soft and lifted as they threatened to spill out of their garment.
The lady floated into bed and carefully embraced the kneeling maiden from behind, slowly pressing their bodies together. She inhaled the scent of calla lilies from the crook of her neck and exhaled shakily. Her movements were slow and restrained as she wrapped her arms around the smaller girl and carefully brushed her nipples with her fingertips. Through the cotton of her nightgown, the feeling made Camille's insides roll with pleasure. The top of each stem on her chest grew a swirling bud. She arched into the lady's touch with a whimper as she felt each of her rosy nipples pinched lightly through the fabric. Lady Julia chuckled at her gasps. "So sweet..." she purred in her ear before kissing her neck.
The scent of blooming flowers was overwhelming. It filled up Lady Julia's senses in a way she didn't expect. For all the time spent obsessively waiting for this moment, resisting temptation for weeks, she felt lost and dizzy with desire that shook her composure. All of her senses were attacked at once, causing her insides to lurch with pleasure. Her breath was hot and labored in the maiden's ear as she reached down to lift the hem of her nightgown and caress her bare inner thighs. "Hold this, dear," she passed the hem to the maiden, leaving her to clasp it in both hands to expose herself for the lady's access. The sight made Lady Julia break out into a wicked smile and squeeze her. "Good girl," the larger woman was giddy with pleasure as she reached to touch between her legs.
Lady Julia gasped when she discovered the wetness there. She caressed her gently and pulled away to show the maiden the sticky string across her fingers. "What a mess..." she clicked her tongue in disapproval with a smile on her face.
Camille whined impatiently, her face burning in embarrassment and her insides burning from her bloom. She twitched and arched her back into her lady as she toyed with her. The maiden's needs were more urgent than the current teasing, and she was struggling to endure. She placed her hand on top of the lady's and pushed it against her needy sex. She left it there as Lady Julia obliged her and rubbed her clit in quick gentle circles with her fingertip. The tension in her body softened as she felt some relief from the pressure inside her. Holding up her skirt politely, Camille moaned sweetly as she melted for her lady.
Lady Julia surrounded her lover. As the maiden stood on her knees, the lady sat behind her with her chin over her shoulder. They both watched with bated breath as Lady Julia slowly dipped two long fingers inside her. Both women gasped and rocked together in pleasure. Lady Julia's arm held across the maiden's torso tightly with her hand resting around her throat. Her grasp became unintentionally crushing as she lost herself in the feeling of the Camille's walls squeezing around her fingers. Each stroke of her insides sent gratifying vibrations through the maiden's needy body. Her cries were sweet and desperate, her voice ringing clearly through the room. As her orgasm began to swell inside her, she involuntarily squirmed against her lady's tight grip around her. Just as Camille was a few gasps away from crashing, Lady Julia pulled out of her and hugged her tight. The sudden loss of sensation overloaded her nerves and sent her reeling. A flood of painful arousal poured through her body as her instinct was denied. She cried and collapsed into the lady's lap.
Lady Julia couldn't hide her degenerate delight for the young maiden. She hushed her cries with a nurturing embrace and kissed her before whispering in a loving voice, "Would you unlace me?"
Camille turned hastily as Lady Julia pulled all of her dark hair over one shoulder, showing her long neck and delicate skin. The maiden reached around her, pressing their bodies together to take hold of the ribbon threaded up the back of her stays and shakily pull it free. Her breath was loud and labored in the lady's ear as her yet unsatisfied bloom coursed through her and made her insides buzz. As the stays came loose and fell away, Lady Julia took hold of Camille and kissed her hard, slowly and carefully laying her back on the bed. "You're doing such a good job, my love." She pulled the maiden's nightgown up over her head, leaving her nude beneath her, "My beautiful flower." The words comforted the reeling Camille and filled her with warmth.
The towering lady stalked over Camille, lowering herself to flick her navel with her tongue. Camille arched into her touch as she trailed slowly up her body, licking a wet trail all the way to the underside of her chin. Her hands traveled back down the maidens body, spreading her legs and sitting up to examine what was between them. Camille's pussy was petal pink and glistening. Lady Julia pressed her hand against it and spread her lips wide, finding her clitoris stiff at attention. She watched it twitch and failed to hold back a raspy moan. She inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled shakily, glancing up to look at her beautiful maiden's face.
Camille's chest rose and fell heavily. Her face was bright pink, her lips parted, and her eyes fixed on the lady. She appeared heavenly, like she was surrounded by a halo. "Please..." she whined with a squirm. Lady Julia didn't need any more convincing, and she dove in to take the maiden's clit between her lips. Camille gasped and drew her knees closer to her chest. Lady Julia closed her eyes and feasted on her without any more hesitation. For weeks she had fasted with the scent of the sweetest dessert under her nose, and for her efforts, she now reaped her reward. Camille's hips rocked helplessly against the merciless lady, her beautiful desperate cries filling the room.
Lady Julia shifted to slide two fingers inside her which were accepted gratefully. She stroked the tip of her clit in circles with her tongue, causing her thighs to tremble as she struggled not to writhe out of her grip. Camille gasped and whined frantically, "Hahh.. I-I can't-- I'm already--" Her hips bucked and her hands gripped the soft sheets beneath her. "My lady~!" She cried as her muscles tensed and her mind glazed over in climax. Lady Julia felt her clit twitch against her tongue and moaned aloud with her. As Camille crossed the peak of her orgasm, Lady Julia sat up to give her something to hold onto. Camille threw her arms around her and clung to her as she rode out the last trembling shockwaves. Lady Julia held her as they both caught their breath.
When they separated, Lady Julia found a newly glowing maiden beneath her. Without either of them noticing, Camille's hair had turned a shiny, barely-blonde white, and her neck and chest were painted with white calla lilies with deep green stems and leaves. Her beauty was absolute, like she had just stepped out of the garden of eden. The kind of beauty that gives a pleasurable punch to the chest of the beholder. Lady Julia couldn't stop her hands from holding her. "Oh, Camille..." She whispered with awe.
Camille looked down to see her white hair laying on her chest next to the blooming flowers. She gasped quietly and smiled to herself before looking back to Lady Julia. "Am I beautiful?" She asked innocently.
Lady Julia sucked in a breath of air like the answer was urgent, holding the maiden's cheek in her large hand. "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," she whispered with an intensely sincere expression, pulling her closer until their noses touched.
"Lady Julia..." Her already whispered voice came even smaller.
"Yes, my love?" Lady Julia matched her volume.
Camille ran her hand up the lady's chest with half-lidded eyes. "I-I think I need more..."
The corners of the lady's lips turned up. She took her hand and guided the maiden along with her as she sat up. Camille sat on her thigh and leaned in to a initiate a soft, wet kiss. She explored her lady's body, her heart singing as she finally felt her pillowy breasts heavy against the palms of her hands. Following no protest, Camille trailed her fingers down the front of the lady's body while their tongues still poured into each other's mouths. As she reached down between her legs, Lady Julia let out a small surprised gasp and intercepted her wrist. "Ah, Camille... you are not to touch your lady there, understand?" Her tone wasn't that of a demand, but rather reaching out to the maiden for understanding.
Despite the slight sting of denied desire, Camille understood. "Where may I touch you, my lady?" Camille asked with shiny eyes, still buzzing with arousal. She held the lady's face and leaned in to press her lips to her neck. "Oh, please, you must not deny me," she mumbled salaciously against her skin.
Lady Julia chuckled and stroked her hair. "I will not deny you, needy girl," she shifted to move the maiden out of her lap and reach off the side of the bed, into a lower drawer of the nightstand.
Camille watched her curiously, her eyes drinking in every inch of the large woman's nude body as she moved across the bed. "I want to please you too, Lady Julia..." As the lady turned around, she found Camille's pleading face making an appeal to her heart.
The lady smiled pleasantly, giving Camille butterflies. She reached out to hold the maiden and pulled her sideways into her lap. As she lay the maiden's head down on the pillows, she purred in her ear, "It would please me very much if you stayed right here..." Camille found herself eye level with her lady's breast. The lady cradled her head and drew her closer.
Lady Julia's breasts were perfect. They were soft and heavy, their perkiness shaped exactly to fit inside a suckling mouth. Her nipples were dark pink and puffy. Camille's mouth watered as the nipple was pressed against her lips. She eagerly extended her tongue to press it against the bud, swiping across before sucking it between her lips. Lady Julia let out a satisfied hum and tenderly stroked her lily-white hair. Camille let her eyes flutter closed as she suckled dutifully. Her mind floated away on the soft scent of her skin as her tongue tasted the bud from every angle. She could hear Lady Julia's breath getting louder, and felt her twitching from the stimulation in their embrace. She felt safe and cherished in her lady's arms.
When Camille opened her eyes, Lady Julia was also lost to their exchange. She breathed heavily through her parted lips, her face red and her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Camille felt the familiar thunk of an arrow in her heart to see her lady in such disarray. She reached out to caress her other nipple with her fingertips, carefully tracing in circles and pinching as the lady shuddered. Lady Julia let out a whimper that melted in Camille's ears and pooled hotly between her legs.
Lady Julia looked down at her with a dirty, wanton smile. "My lovely girl," she cooed in a sweet voice, stroking her hair and dragging her nails across her scalp gently. She took the maiden's free hand and lowered it to the now white patch of soft hair between her legs. Camille followed her suggestion with a blissful shiver, reaching down to play with her neglected clit. "Good, good..." Lady Julia panted. "Good girl." Her hand stayed between her legs, and soon Camille felt something cold pressed against her entrance. She widened her legs, trusting her lady despite being unable to see past her bosom. Quickly, she was filled up with a cold glass object. It slid inside smoothly through her wetness and reached the deepest point inside her, but ached as her walls were stretched by the sudden intrusion.
"A-Ah... My lady..." Camille whimpered, struggling to form words as her head spun. Lady Julia's eyes were glazed over with lust watching her squirm. She slowly began to thrust in and out of her, savoring the whine that squeezed out of her throat. "It's s-so big..."
The lady leaned forward and kissed the writhing girl softly. The tension in her body melted away and her mouth fell open as the pleasure began to roll through her. "Shh-shh-shh..." Lady Julia shushed her cries and offered her other nipple back into her mouth, thrusting the glass dildo inside her slowly. "You're doing so well, little blossom. Don't stop," she encouraged, her melodic voice raspy with pleasure.
Camille was overwhelmed with sensation. She fought her eyes from rolling back as the stroking of her insides filled her lower half with electricity. Determined to please her lady, and anchoring herself to her smooth voice, she squeezed her cleavage with both hands and focused on sucking and kissing her sensitive nipples. The two fell into a slow, tender, aching rhythm of push and pull.
Immersed in the orchestra of gasping and moaning between them, Camille noticed a slight tremble growing inside her lady. She lifted her gaze and saw Lady Julia's face furrowed hard in pleasure, and then the lady collapsed into her arms. Lady Julia clung to the young maiden as she trembled uncontrollably and gasped hotly into her ear. Her voice rang out quietly as she caught her breath. Her lady was so beautiful, so tantalizing that Camille felt she floated in orgasm alongside her, despite her insides still twitching with need. She felt warm and proud as Lady Julia held onto her tightly, vulnerably.
Lady Julia smiled and pressed an affectionate kiss on the side of her face, causing Camille to smile as well. The lady looked reignited as she sat up and scooped the maiden into her arms, pressing kisses all over the blooming flowers on her chest. "My precious flower pleases me so well," she hummed against her neck with a grin. Camille's giggle turned into a moan as the lady returned her hand to the neglected dildo still inside her. She shoved it in hard, delighting in the maiden's shocked squeals. Lady Julia bit down on her earlobe and fell into a gentle rhythm of thrusting. "Touch yourself for me, my love. Don't worry your pretty little mind with anything else. Focus on feeling good for your lady," the lady's words were smooth and urgent.
Camille bit her lip, scrambling a bit as Lady Julia increased the pace and eagerness replaced her formal composure. She obeyed her order and rubbed her clit back and forth, just like she would by herself. The lady hummed a pleased note and ran her tongue across her mandible. "What a naughty girl," she chided with glee. "So indecent... Who else gets to see you like this, hm? Who else gets to see these beautiful flowers?"
"No one--" Camille choked on her words through her gasping and moaning. The pleasure inside her grew with every movement and her lady's words only made her mind spin faster. Each rough stroke of her insides brought little bubbling tears to the surface. "It's all for you. O-Only for you, my lady," her voice shook with desperation.
"That's exactly right. Only for your lady..." Pleased by her answer, she leaned down and kissed the maiden hard with an open mouth, crashing before their tongues sought each other sloppily. "My very good girl," she cooed as she pulled back to look into her teary green eyes. Camille locked into her gaze, panting with a desperate expression. "Is my beautiful girl going to cum soon?" Lady Julia seemed more deviously excited for it than Camille.
"Yes, my lady," Camille cried with her brows knotted. "Really soon," she squeaked.
Lady Julia's grip on her tightened and the speed of her thrusts quickened mercilessly. Camille began to cry out. "I've got you, sweet girl. Cum for me. It's all I want. Cum for your lady," she urged.
Camille's orgasm unwound before the both of them. She tensed up and her trembling knees drew closer to her chest. Her mind went blank and her lungs froze for a long instant, after which released a wave of overstimulating pleasure. She frantically reached down to knock her lady's hand away from the dildo. She trembled and cried out for a long time, turning over to curl up in her lady's arms as her orgasm subsided. The dildo slid out of her, followed by a trickle of fluid into the lady's lap.
Lady Julia felt the maiden cling to her and wrapped her tightly in her embrace. "Good girl, Camille," she whispered as she caught her breath. "My beautiful calla lily, you are the most beautiful and treasured flower maiden of all."
Camille was spent. A smile grew on her face as a remaining tear fell shakily down her cheek. "Thank you, my lady," came her small ghostly voice. She sniffled and snuggled her face against her chest. "It is a privilege to serve such a beautiful mistress."
Lady Julia chuckled and kissed the top of her head. For the cold, proud Lady Julia of Loveridge, the words filled her heart with love. They shared a peaceful, exhausted moment as they held each other tenderly.
"Camille?" Lady Julia whispered after a while, "Why don't you come see your beauty in the mirror?"
Camille sighed and snuggled closer to her. Her eyes were already fluttered closed. "May I look later, my lady...?" It came as a request for permission, but the end of her voice trailed off sleepily, deciding the answer for her.
Lady Julia admired her peaceful face and stroked her hair. "Rest, my love. I will keep your beauty to myself for now."
<em>This story is inspired by the manhwa Moonlight Garden. Comments and feedback are encouraged</em>.
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Reflections; at work # 01
<i>This is my first story I have submitted here. If you like it let me know please. I have more written and more to write if well received. Everyone in this story is well over 18 and willing</i>
He came up behind me as I was getting ready for work.
He looked at my ass like a kid on Christmas, a big beaming smile, eyes shining.
"Pretty proud of your self aren't you Sir?" I joked.
He reaches around me placing his big fingers exactly on the bruises on my breasts and squeezes hard.
I can't stop the low whimper of pain even as he whispers in my ear.
"That's the best present anyone has ever gotten me! My name is on that ass, so there is no question who this butt belongs to."
He runs those big hands down and around, and traces the raised welts on my backside.
I had ordered a new flogger off the internet, it has raised lettering on it.
So I had his name on both cheeks, raised up and well on the way to bruising.
He ran his hands up my sides as he looks me over in the mirror, stilling grinning, admiring his handy work from last night.
"I love to see you happy" I say wincing slightly as he probs the blue marks around both breasts from being bound.
" Oh I am very happy, my little slave girl." He tells me pinching my nipples hard. I groan and raise up on my toes when he pulls straight up on my nipples. He is a full 16 inches taller than me, so I can only tiptoe so high.
I pant with pain, until he slips his fingers off the end of my nipples, then I let out a short scream and fall back flat footed.
He runs a finger over the bruises on my collar bone.
He slaps my sore ass and tells me get ready for work, his eyes pass one more time down my front in the mirror, stopping suddenly on a quarter sized blue bruise on the lower front of my rib cage.
"What's that from?' He demands.
I look at the small bruise in confusion.
I have rope marks and blue bruised lines around both breast, as well as Master size fingerprints, on my tits, hips and collar bone, my nipples are bright red from their pinching a second ago and clamps from last night, my ass and thighs are a mess, hand prints, cane marks, and wide strips from the smooth side of the new flogger, as well as his name, bold and blue on my ass, and he is worried about a small not pain-full blue spot?
I would laugh but I did that one time thinking he was joking, I will never do that again.
I still hate to think of when I got home that night. I spent way too long in what he calls the punishment room, which is actually a small nook in our home right beside the TV. It is about three foot square, just enough room for me to fit after he stuffs me full, mouth and pussy, and/or ass, as was that night, with very little room to move either forward or back ward.
I have to be lifted in sideways.
I am trapped on all fours until he decides to lift me out. The harsher the punishment the bigger the dildos.
I choked on a fake cock for an hour that night with a big dildo and a massive butt plug smashed inside of me. That might not sound so bad but I am crammed in there my nose flat and my ass against a wall, and my back and tits are open to anything he may feel like doing, or he may totally ignore me a watch TV, that's the worst.
I think hard, what caused this small bruise?
"I don't know, Sir." I say fearfully
"Think about it and tell me tonight the reason my property has a mark on it I don't remember putting there!" He demands.
Upset, he leaves me to finish getting ready for work. I quickly finish my makeup, easing a bra over my painful chest and panties over my colorful ass (and very wet pussy) I grab a loose dress and slip it over my head. Deliberately I think what I did yesterday to leave a bruise, nothing at work.
I work in an office, sitting in front a computer all day, not very risky stuff.
As I lock the door and ease my sore butt into my car, I think about doing the same thing yesterday morning. Same, same, I think on my way to work.
On my walk in the front door of the tall office building, my mind is spinning.
Nothing nothing nothing...
I think, as I ride the lift to the 10th floor, as I walk down the hall to my office, as I unlock the door and turn on the lights.....
I sit down at my desk.
While I wait for my computer to boot up.
I remember getting home and cooking dinner, did I bump it then?
No, no, no.
I served dinner at the table, we ate and we cleaned up together like always.
Excited, I then gave him the box with the flogger and some new red rope inside, did I bump into anything when I reached under the bed?
No.
RING RING
The phone scares the crap out of me, reminding me I am at work.
I fumble it off the base, I say my standard lines and take care of what they need.
Back to my head fuck, I was almost skipping I went out to the living room with the long but not very big box.
So excited.
I kneel in front of him, offering the box in both hands like a sacrifice.
"I got you something!!" I sing.
His big hands reach down and take the box, as e smiles and blue eyes light up, he loves surprises.
RING RING, same small heart attack,same lines, same help.
Like I said, not a high risk job.
He lifts the lid on the box, digging through tissue paper, he first pulls out the hank of rope, he smiles at me, wiggling his eye brows, knowing tit torture is a big kink of mine.
And he is very willing to indulge me.
RING RING jump, lines, help.
Shit, I need to go home!
Then he pulls out the flogger, he runs fingers over the well tanned leather, and then he turns it over and sees his name carved out of the other side.
At first he looks confused, its backwards,
His name is raised a good inch over the rest of the leather.
I see the understanding as he looks at it.
"They call it a heatless brand" I tell him
He kisses me gently
"Thank you' he whispers
I jump, yes I am easily startled, and laugh as he loudly orders me to strip and prepare for inspection.
RING RING jump, lines, help...
I think of his hands and eyes moving over my nude body last night, he would have noticed the bruise then, if I had had it then. So I must have gotten it later, a clue, dear Watson.
RING RING jump,lines, help.
Damn it don't these people have lives!!
I bend and move as ordered so he can inspect all the nooks and crannies, I love to be be inspected.
And he knows it, dragging it out and being very though.
He lifts my tits, pulls my nipples, spreading my pussy lips with rough hands, he fingers my dripping pussy, shoving inside me deep and hard, one finger, two fingers, then ordering me to turn and bend over so he can do the same to my ass, just to make sure its all up to his standards.
I must have passed inspection because he wipes his drenched hand on my face and tells me to get on all fours on the coffee table.
I walk in front of him to the coffee table, silently he watches as I climb up and wait.
He brings the new rope and lays the center over the back of my neck, draping the rest in front of me on the table.
"Stay" I am told, I shiver at his voice, hard with authority.
RING RING jump, lines,help. Leave me alone, I am busy people!!
I know better than to turn and look at what he is doing, so I wait facing forward and feel my pussy juice start the drip down my leg.
He slaps my butt when he comes back we both laugh to my squeak when he catches me by surprise.
Suddenly I see a ring gag at my lips, I open my mouth obediently, I moan when he slides it behind my teeth.
I love ring gags, so open, no choice but to take anything he gives me.
I immediately start to drool on the pretty red rope.
Fully clothed he then stands in front of me and lets me watch as he lubes up a fairly large butt plug, moving out of my view he places his hand on one ass cheek, pulling, so I am wide open.
He gently puts the plug to my ass, rubbing and sliding it around my clenched ring.
"You are going to want to relax." He says coldly, as he pushes it in a little ways.
I scream as a hand lands on my shoulder, my co-worker jumps and screams back, its lunch time.
I tell her I am thinking about an account.
We laugh and I grab my lunch. I watch the clock as I eat, I can't be wait to be alone again.
Back in my office I shut the door and turn off the phone.
I remember;
He moves his hand off my ass to my shoulder, I feel him grip my shoulder tight, as he slams the plug in hard.
I scream and try to lunge away but his hand holds me in place.
The bruise on my collar bone.
I feel torn apart, but I know its not fully in yet.
"Stay!!"
I hear through a wall of pain.
He pushes more in as I pant and cry.
"Good girl, its almost in, just a little more."
Sobbing, I have no where to go as he pushes in and then pulls out a little bit on each stroke, then quickly and brutally shoving hard until I finally feel the smaller part of the base stop at the ring of my ass.
I pant through the pain as he pets me and tells me what a good girl I am.
Next he pulls the rope crossing it between my tits and under each side, around my back, then passes it under me on the top of my tits this time.
He makes two passes, over, under, over, under, until my boobs are trapped in between, flattened slightly.
He orders me to my knees, then pushes the rope under the chest wraps around my smallish breasts pulling hard after each full round.
Evan on both sides, tightening each wrap until my boobs look like oranges full and round. The nipples dark and flat.
All I can do is moan and drool as he admires his rope work.
We both watch as my tits turn pink then red until they go a light shade of purple, then darker yet.
I squeal, when he yanks on each rope, hard, one last time and brings them behind my neck and down my spine, tying both ends into the cinch.
He removes his hands and steps back so he can look at me.
He pushes my head down so I drop back on my hands.
Moving around front, he lowers his zipper, pulling his large hard cock out, he strokes it as I watch, eager, to feel it in my mouth.
I wiggle my tongue hoping he will fuck my mouth.
Pre-come slides down his length, making me drool more.
"Are you ready?"
My pussy clenches down hard sending a bolt of pain through my full ass.
I nod eagerly.
He turns away.
I whine loudly.
"Almost forgot, don't go anywhere. I will be right back." I hear from behind me.
Har, har. Funny guy.
I feel his hands run up my sides to my full and starting to get painful tits, his fingers rub and pull my nipples as I groan and wiggle.
"Hold still!" He tells me harshly.
He pinches both nipples hard.
I obey, even as I try to scream, he just pinches harder.
Pulling down on them he suddenly lets go.
I grunt as my whole chest feels the recoil.
He places clover clamps on my hard nipples as I shake my head and try to beg him not too but I can't make words with the ring gag.
" I know these are your favorite" (not) "I didn't want to not use them!"
He ties the lines on the clamps together and ties a longer line to the center.
I feel him wrap it around the base of the butt plug, so any time my ass moves the clamps get pulled tighter.
I hold very still.
I see him walk around in front of me again, his cock bobbing with each step.
My eyes fallow each dip, the puddle of saliva growing on the table.
He strokes his dick then reaches and strokes my head, bringing up his other hand he clasps my head between, his hands are so big his thumbs are on top of my head, my face cradled in his palms and his pinkies under my chin.
He moves closer as I pant eagerly for the first taste of him, I lick the head as it moves closer, only to have him blow passed my lips completely, as he shoves his entire hard, hot dick into the back of my mouth and down my throat!
I gag and thrash with surprise.
I was not ready for that, I quickly run out of air.
Not only is my air shut off but the clover clamps tighten painfully.
He holds me there with easy strength. Telling me calmly, I might not want to move too much, think of the clamps.....
I buck my head in panic as black dots start to float in front of my eyes.
Finally, I surrender my whole being to him and trust that he will eventually let me breath.
As soon as I still, he pulls back and I gasp for air.
Panting hard I hear his calm voice telling me he will always take care of me and will never let anything hurt me.
I raise my streaming eyes to him and nod that I understand.
I will apologize as soon as I can.
Slowly he starts to move in and out of my mouth, shallow at first then deeper until he is back down my throat with every forceful thrust.
I am in haven my Master is using me as he wishes.
My greatest joy is to please him.
Harder and faster he fucks my face hole, forced wide for him and his pleasure.
I pant and whine as he gets closer to coming.
He thrusts hard and deep as I feel him come down my throat, not even giving me a chance to taste him.
He rests there a bit, I don't fight him as his cock slowly shrinks in my throat.
Not worried about air this time, because just as my breath runs out he pulls back slowly so I can play with the underside of his dick with my tongue.
He pats my head and pulls all the way out.
"Ok, now I took the edge off, lets play!"
He disappears behind me as I shake and pant.
His hand runs down my back.
"Ready?" He asks, like I have a choice.
I hear the unmistakable sound of a cane just before my ass lites on fire, without thinking I throw my head back and straighten everything that can straighten, arms, neck, back, legs....
The clamps dig tight and I scream through the ring gag.
"One" I hear dimly past the agony in my nipples and ass, and the massive orgasm that takes over my entire being!
"Oh yeah, that was a good one." He says "good girl!"
He wait as I quiver and shake.
I calm slowly, panting and gasping, my knees and elbows shake, but I am too well trained to move from my position.
He caresses my back and head as I come down.
"Ok?" He asks quietly.
All I can do is nod my head, words beyond me even if I could talk.
" Two." he warns me as the cane whistles down.
I scream as each strip is laid on my defenseless bottom.
" Nine, ten"
I sob, hoping its over, waiting for the next blow.
I hear him lay the cane down and he gently runs both hands over my ass cheeks, setting new fires as he squeezes harder and harder.
He flips the string to the clamps off the butt plug.
Softly and slowly he moves his hands up my back to untie the ropes.
As my numb breasts swing free the agony moves from my ass to my chest as the blood rushes to my hanging tits, until only the tight clamps remain.
"Ok?" He asks again as he removes the ring gag and helps me drink some water.
"Yes" I whisper
"Good, because we are far from done"
I whimper quietly as he moves back, I hear him open a condom and roll it on, even knowing he going in my ass, I scream helplessly as he yanks the the plug out of my ass and slams his cock full length in its place, his hips slapping a new fire on my hot ass when he jackhammers in and out my ass.
One, two, three strokes.
As I try to dig away, his hand grabs my shoulder again, forcing me back hard against his body.
Withdrawing slowly until just the head of his cock is still in my ass I feel a vibrator working it's way into my vagina, filling me to over flowing.
"I want to be in your ass and have you tight, when I do this" he tells me, as he yanks the clamps from my nipples.
I convulse in agony even as a orgasm takes me.
I clench hard around him and the toy over and over, as I scream and curse.
He grabs both of my hanging tits and squeezes brutally sending me over the edge again and again.
Even with the condom I feel him cum deep in my ass, as we both crash to the table when my legs give out.
I land on one of the clamps laying on the table.
The brief pain on my rib cage barely even registering in my overloaded body.
He slowly withdraws from my body, removing the vibrator as he goes.
Rubbing my back, he gets up to get a warm towel and remove the condom.
I sit up slowly, unconsciously dropping the clamp on the floor.
Unable to do anything except breath at the moment, I feel him pick me up, laying me on the couch where he cleans and soothe my sore body holding the warm towel between my legs, he kisses and lick my sore nipples, oh so very gently.
When I raise my head to kiss the top of his head laying on my chest, he sits up and says "Wow, that was a wild ride, Little girl."
I can only nod my head dumbly.
' I am not done with you yet," He says, ominously, "first I didn't get to use my new toy and second you need a little reminder of who is in charge. What were you thinking, fighting me when I was down your throat? You take what I give you, as I give it to you, no matter what you think you need. Understand?"
Then almost to himself he mutters "Maybe a little retraining is in order."
I stare blankly at him.
He reaches between my legs, roughly playing with my clit and dropping a finger then two inside he works me until I am twisting under him, panting for him once again.
"Understand?" He demands louder.
I nod mutely.
He removes his hand, sits on the coffee table and orders me over His knee.
Weakly I drape myself over his lap.
His hard wet hand comes down.
"One" he says while I wiggle and squirm.
He stops when he reaches ten.
Then he stands up and lifting me bodily, places me back on all fours on the table.
He brings the flogger to my lips.
I kiss it as he likes.
Bringing the flogger down, fairly easy for him, he once again says "One" and continues to count up.
Except this time he pauses when he reaches eight,
"Ready?"
I hear as I nod and brace myself, I have a pretty good idea what is coming. I scream until my voice cracks as he slams the flogger one time on each cheek. " Nine, ten!"
Moving all the way behind my he grabs my hips and burning ass and jerks me back to meet his hard dick as he thrusts deep into my sopping wet pussy.
With that one stroke, we are both over the edge, mindless coming our brains out.
Once again I find myself face down on the table under his weight.
That's the last thing I remember until my alarm goes off and I wake up clean and sore in our bed.
I clock out of work early and rush home, eager to let him know how I got the bruise on my rib cage.
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<i>**The first in what will hopefully be a long and sexually depraved yet tastefully slutty series. Let me know what you think.**</i>
Early morning on the commuter train to Seattle. Three passengers sit in a nearly empty car. One speaks.
"My name is Simon and I have to admit, I do love my job. But then, who wouldn't love making good money turning people into sex-crazed sluts. Take my recent case, Roger & Cindy. A married couple. Two weeks ago, they had sex for the first time in about three months. Now, they can't stop fucking. In fact, I bet Roger is jacking off in his office at work watching his wife on a web cam. Good stuff."
"Maybe I should back up and explain. I'm a sexual engineer. You've heard of mechanical engineering, right? Social engineering, maybe? Well, I'm just like that but with sex. I work for a secret group that has been around for centuries. If you believe the employee handbook, we've been around since the little grey men landed on our rock and started their long-forgotten science project somewhere around 6,ooo years ago."
"See, the world was a tough place then. Most people died before they were 20. The O'gam wanted to make sure there were plenty of babies to keep things cooking along so they brought us in to make sure there was plenty of fucking. Or so the story goes anyway. I don't really know about all that, I just know that there's quite a few of us out there getting everyone all hot and bothered. Of course, we don't do it for population reasons anymore. Oh sure, there are a few out there in thick with shadowy groups in the government, trying to breed out undesirables, but I think most of us are just in it for the kink. I mean, as I was saying, I love my job. I get to meet lots of fun people. But you know, they're more fun after I get done with them. A lot more."
"We have all kinds of different ways we go about our work. Some use drugs. Aphrodisiacs. Pheromones, that kind of thing. Most use Enhancers & Controllers. E&Cs we call 'em. They're kind of like the ultimate sex toys, you know? If you wake up one morning and your cock is two three inches longer and twice as big around, we did a drive-by enhancing in your neighborhood during the night. Or, if you and your girlfriend are shopping one day and she drags you into the dressing room, fucks you silly and then sucks your cock clean, one of us was there with a controller. Kind of like this one right here."
"Looks just like a cell phone, right? This blue-toothy looking thing in my ear? That connects the controller to my brain. Once I lock onto someone, I can use the controller to make just about anyone think anything I want them to. And in my line of work, thought always leads to action. Pretty cool, huh?"
Two pairs of eyes stare out of nearly silent faces at me as I talk.
Chuckling, Simon continued, "Ahhh, that's right. You can't talk yet, can you? But you can hear me. And, from the looks of things, I know you can definitely think me."
Simon looked over his current project with a grin. The woman was the definition of a MILF. Late 30s, maybe early 40s. The kind of curves only a woman in her sexual prime can have, obviously held in check with exercise and good diet. Long, thick, curly, jet black hair framed a face with striking high cheekbones, full red lips and green eyes before cascading down over a green silk blouse that did little to hide a set of enormous nipples, engorged and pointing out from a pair of medium to good sized breasts. Her lips were slightly parted and Simon could hear the faintest tell-tale sound of lust keening out in time to her panting chest.
"Ahhhh. It looks like the controller is doing a wonderful job on her, don't you think? I'm sure her body has been flooded with all sorts of hormones by now. Just look at those nipples," Simon directed his question to the male half of the couple.
From the looks of it, he was a college student or just out. Blonde and blue eyed with tan skin, he had a muscular yet lean, young body. He was wearing a blue polo shirt and tan cargo shorts that failed to hide his obvious arousal. A low groan somehow found a way out of his throat as his eyes flickered between Simon's face and her unbelievable body.
"Hmmm, well, from the looks of your shorts, you should probably adjust that cock so it's not all bound up. Why don't you take care of that," he finished as he mentally closed the link on the body lock.
The young man blinked rapidly a few times in amazement as his motor controls were regained, hesitated for half a second and then slowly slid his hand down to his crotch where he pulled the waistband of his shorts out and allowed his swollen cock to snap up into place along his stomach.
The woman's eyes widened as she caught a quick view of his thick, swollen head popping up above the waistband before the young man pulled his shirt back down, covering it.
Simon registered the instant surge in her arousal through his link. It was time.
"As I was saying, those nipples are really something, aren't they. They look so hard, I bet they almost hurt. Maybe she would like it if you gave them a quick caress?"
Simon's words, directed at the young man with one last gentle nudge on the mental link was all it took. He raised one hand and slowly brought it up to her chest, thumb and forefinger extending out. As his hand came up, her eyes widened and she inhaled deeply, pushing her chest out with the slightest whisper of a whimper slipping from her lips. As his fingers made contact and rolled the engorged nipple between them, the impact on her body was instantaneous and visceral. Her shoulders hunched over and drove her left nipple and breast into his hand, increasing the pleasurable assault on her body, as muscles in her core contracted involuntarily. Her mouth opened and a long, low, ragged "yesssssssss" slipped out and swirled around the scene. Her thighs clenched together and started quivering as her heels came up. Her mind was oblivious by now as her lust washed over her, the rest of her body contorting around and drawing in towards her now violently trembling pussy.
Simon sat back with a grin and watched as wave after wave of her intense orgasm washed over her. That was the thing about the controller. Once the connection was made, it flipped a switch in the brain flooding the body with an unbelievably high concentration of chemicals: dopamine, norepinephrine, oxytocin, you name it. And, they would just keep building as long as the engineer wanted to keep them on edge. Once the dam finally burst, those chemicals come flooding out in waves of pleasure so intense it was indescribable to someone who had never experienced it.
As her intense pleasure began to slowly subside, the woman sat back up again with a mixture of shock and unbridled lust written over her features. "Feel OK?" Simon asked with a grin.
"Oh my fucking god," she moaned in response. "What the fuck was that?"
"I have no idea. One minute you were just sitting there, this nice young man trying to help you, and the next you damn near had a seizure."
At the mention of the young man, her eyes jerked to her left, his presence somewhat forgotten in the heat of her moment. "I think he could use some help too, to be honest with you," Simon added.
As if reading his mind, the woman reached over into the young man's lap, while staring him in the eye, slipped her finger under his shirt, and slowly rubbed her thumb across the top of his head, sliding it through a great deal of pre-cum already leaking out. Her thumb was instantly coated and provided exquisite lubrication as she found the ultra-sensitive ridge of his swollen cock head. Before she could completely circle the head, the young man erupted in an instant replay of her pleasure. As his balls tightened and lifted, his cock swelled to impossible hardness while the first heavy spurt of cum tore out of him and onto his stomach and her fingers. Now his body hunched over as each convulsion pushed another hot jet of cum out, covering his stomach, the underside of his shirt and her now stroking hand. As he finally emptied himself out with a gasping shudder, the woman pulled her hand out and, never breaking eye contact, sucked her fingers clean. Then, as he groaned and sank back against the seat, she leaned over, lifted his shirt, and licked his stomach clean, just as the train was pulling into King Street Station.
Simon grinned and sat back as his handiwork played out, his presence virtually forgotten as the echoes of their pleasure cascaded through their bodies, starting a whole new buildup of lust. The couple stood up as the doors opened and walked out of the train. As they wandered off on shaky legs, Simon could hear hasty plans being made for how they could catch the very next Southbound train.
"Yes. I do love my job," Simon thought as he stood and adjusted his own swollen cock. But this was only a shadow of his best work. E&Cs were great for a quick, heated diversion but Simon's first love, and true specialty, was creating that type of lust without any toys. See, his specialty was seduction. He was one of the elites, a true mind-fucker. He would use layer after layer of strategy to break down his subjects inhibitions naturally, until they were as taut as the tightest rope. Human tripwires ready to burst out in sexual abandon. Like Roger and Cindy.
With a whistle on his lips and a spring in his step, Simon stepped off the train thinking about how he found them in the first place. How he came across Roger, the sex-starved husband, frustrated and looking for release in a chat room. That's where his last real job began.
<i>**Feedback is greatly appreciated. I may not work for the O'gam, but I love making people as horny as Simon does.**</i>
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<I>This and future follow-up stories are based on fact. As an aging male of tall and solid build, I had started to give up on the possibility of further sexual encounters, but sometimes miracles happen. This is just such a story.</I>
Well here I was at another damned exhibition. My lady partner of many years had got us involved in promoting a health product that earned us good commission and we were the top sales agents for the company for nearly 9 years.
So here I was in a small northern suburb of the capital city Wellington, setting up my display late in the evening. It had been a 5 hour drive from home and I was tired.
Having just about completed my 'build-up' I figured it would be a good idea to look around the other display stands and say hello to people I knew who also travelled to Shows around the country. I was on my own this time as my partner was in another part of the country at a different Show.
While wandering along the displays I came across one that I had never seen before and a petite elderly lady was having trouble putting up her signs on the backing panels. These were hard wood with a scrim covering that didn't take Velcro, so push pins were generally used. Being elderly and slight she wasn't having much luck trying to push the pins into the hard wood.
Taking pity on her dilemma I introduced myself as a fellow exhibitor and offered to help. When she turned around she was very attractive but of indeterminable age (somewhere between 60 and 70 years old I guessed). She was dressed in a suit type ensemble of deep red colour. The skirt came below the knees but the jacket was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a pale blouse also slightly unbuttoned.
Her most prominent feature were her breasts that were small but quite prominent, like a young girl's, with quite a cleavage for such a small woman.
Not wanting to hang around while she completed her set up I told her I had a tack hammer that was suitable for the job and she was welcome to borrow it. She agreed it would help so I went and got it for her and she promised to return it the next day before the Show opened to the public.
I took my leave and drove back to the Backpackers lodge nearby. For some strange reason she stayed on my mind for many hours. Maybe it was the pertness of those small breasts that got me. Was I imagining things or was there really a speculative look in her eye when she looked at me. Being over 6 feet tall and weighing close to 200 lbs without any fat I do take up a bit of space.
But then again I don't look anywhere my true age (69 at the time) because of the health product we promote. It is a multi colour laser from Switzerland called a Bioptron and I had used it in 2000 to take all the wrinkles out of my face.
During the first Show day it was so busy that I forgot about the little hammer. However during the day in a quiet lull the lady from the stand came over to find out about the laser.
It is excellent for relieving the pain of arthritic knees, stiff necks and a host of other problems. It also has colour lenses that impart various energies to the body and has even been used on an elephant at a local zoo.
She had a sore knee that I treated and when she pulled up the skirt for me to treat her knee I discovered she also had a wonderful set of legs. Her skin was very smooth and my mind was asking 'How old is she?' Her skin wasn't wrinkled although her elfin face had a few lines.
I guessed she was in her mid 60's or maybe even older. During the treatment she was very chatty and I discovered her name was Sheryl and quite a bit of her background. We were so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot to ask her about the hammer.
On the Sunday she came for another treatment and said she wanted to know more about buying one so I offered to call at her home that night on my way home and explain how it worked. I also remembered to ask about the hammer and she apologised that she had taken it home for safe keeping but it was still at home.
Then she said with a cheeky grin "You will definitely have to call in to pick it up now – won't you?"
She lived some 25 miles up the main road on the way north and in the same direction that I was due to travel home. She lived near a beach but was going to sell the house and move in with her son and family.
We finally arrived in our separate cars and whilst I unpacked my display and info material she suggested that first we go into the nearby town for a quick meal.
We headed off in my Station Wagon and found a nice little Chinese place. This was obviously her favourite place because the staff welcomed her and found a quiet table near the back of the restaurant.
Over a bottle of wine and nice food we chatted along nicely – no awkward pauses wondering what to say next. Maybe because we had both travelled extensively around the world and had a fund of stories to tell. She also told me she had owned a shop locally, selling crystals and semi precious rocks but had sold it and she was at the Show to try and sell off old stock.
She was also a contracted nurse aide looking after one of our most prominent businessmen; a Sir who had been knighted by the Queen herself whilst in London and was now at home at 83 yrs fighting a losing battle against cancer. Sheryl spent 3 days a week at his house, sometimes more depending on the availability of other helpers.
And so we returned to her home and over a few more glasses of wine I told her about the uses of Bioptron. I realized it was getting late and it started to rain heavily as well as getting very cold.
This worried me a bit because part of my trip home is a stretch of 40 miles over the volcanic plateau known as the Desert Road. It was very prone to snow falls at this time of year and was so winding up and down sharp bends that it was often closed from both ends. And at the best of times it would be at least a 5 hour drive.
Because Sheryl said she had decided to wait until the house was sold before buying a light I asked if we could watch the late news to check on road conditions. As I guessed, it had been snowing down to 800 metres and the road was closed.
I asked Sheryl if there were any cheap accommodations in the vicinity but she said "I have a spare bedroom here that you are welcome to use – besides it is far too cold to go out at this time of night. However I don't usually sleep with anyone on a first date".
Well that got my attention because our conversation had skirted close to the subject of sex on a number of occasions with a lot of innuendos, but we behaved very civilized and I got into the spare bed.
Her comment, her friendliness and her appealing face and body had my imagination running riot and my male wand started to get quite hard. After a few minutes of this I decided to have a pee – that always reduces the swelling, so I hopped out of bed and padded quietly to the toilet.
This was just past her bedroom where a small night light was on and I could see Sheryl lying on the far side of a double bed. After relieving myself I went to her door and said "Sheryl, if you are still awake I could do with a cuddle".
Her left arm threw back the blankets on the spare side and she said "That would be very nice, I need one myself and wondered if you were brave enough to take a chance"
I got into her bed in just my underpants with a still full erection and rolled over to put my arms around her. Her arms went around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. It was soft, warm and inviting, not just a chaste kiss but one of anticipation and want.
I brought one hand up and placed it on her right breast. It was the size of my hand and rock hard with a taut nipple.
She sensed my surprise and said "I had implants quite some years ago because even when breast feeding my kids they were only the size of a fried egg"
I gently lowered my head to her breasts which were covered by a bra of very sheer material you could see through. She brought up a hand and unclipped it in the front centre leaving her small firm breasts uncovered. Then she said "Brian, make love to me please, it has been such a long time".
I didn't tell her it had been a very long time for me too – I was too excited being allowed free rein with a female body again – so excited I came in my underpants. Oh shit!! She sensed what had happened and put her hand down the front of my pants and slid her fingers along my shaft. It was wet and sticky from the come but she didn't mind. "Can you stay hard for a while? I so desperately want to feel a cock inside me again".
The way she was playing with it there was no chance it would go soft but she quickly took off her panties and rolled over me. Sitting up on her knees she took my cock into her mouth and tongued it under the helmet like a professional. Then she moved up and squatted over me and slowly lowered her pussy lips to the head.
She was already very wet and had no trouble sliding me right up deep inside.
Then she started to thrust up and down while I had one hand on her nipple and the other on her clit. Tired as I was from the full day and night it was wonderful being ridden.
She was perfectly encompassing my thick 6 inches which I am sure grew an inch while she fucked me. It wasn't very long before she started to make noises, gasping for breath as her climax approached. I started to thrust up as she came down and could feel my full length hitting the fleshy but unyielding barrier of her cervix.
Finally she began to quiver inside and all around my cock I could feel her flesh squeezing then releasing. She was vibrating inside and began to spasm as she reached her peak and caused me to spurt into her as I came as well. We both let out a howl of delight and release and she collapsed onto my chest.
We lay there like that for quite some time until my manhood slowly became flaccid and eventually slipped out of her pussy. I could hardly believe I had been able to come twice in less than an hour.
We kissed and cuddled and fell asleep. For my part it was a blissful release and I even slept through her snores. I woke up some hours later and went back to my assigned bed so that Sheryl could sleep as she usually does.
After a coffee and toast and a check on the weather/road conditions I made my farewells but Sheryl said "Wait a minute, I have something for you" She went to another room and returned with my little hammer.
"I wish I could keep this" she said. "When you first loaned it to me I brought it home and used the handle as a dildo because I couldn't stop thinking about you as a sexual partner. My instincts were right about you, you are a good lover and when you come back in a couple of months to sell me the light, we will make love again and you can let me use your REAL hammer for as long as you can stay with me"
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WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual content as well as BDSM. This story also contains a wide age gap. (Dominant 21, Submissive 35).!!!This story contains mourning the loss of a lover.!!!
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1/19/2021
Jeffrey,
You were the world to me, the ground beneath my feet. You were an oasis while I was stranded in the middle of the desert. You were my first true love, the one that I had to meet. I hoped you'd be my last love, but fate never works out quite the way we want it to. I never thought I'd lose you, I never thought I'd be able to live without you, and then I never thought I'd get over losing you. I never thought I could love another the way that I love you. I never thought that, after losing you, the pieces of me that were left in pieces could be repaired.
I will never stop loving you, I'll never stop remembering you. You hold a huge piece of my heart, you hold the parts of me that no one else can ever touch. I couldn't keep going on, not moving on, staying trapped inside the darkness that flooded me when you died. I blamed myself every day, I couldn't eat, sleep... I wanted to die, too.
But, you would have never wanted me to die so needlessly. You'd want me to pick up the pieces and be happy because that is the kind of person you are. Jeffrey, you're irreplaceable, I am so sorry that I couldn't save you. I tried to, but you already know that, don't you? You know me better than anyone ever has... and I will always love you. I know you always loved me, even when things weren't perfect.
I'll miss you, forever, Master, but I'll be okay. I don't know where you are--I don't know what comes afterlife, perhaps it's better if I don't--but, I don't want you to spend your afterlife worrying about me. I'm okay.
Fly free.
Sincerely, Yours.
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C A S P I A N
Caspian had developed a routine during the ten years he'd been devoted to Jeffrey, and even now that he was gone he'd not strayed a single day or night from his routine. He followed every rule Jeffrey had, like he wasn't... like he wasn't gone forever. Caspian knew he wasn't just away on vacation in Prague, or business in California--he was completely gone. Caspian just couldn't wrap his mind around the loss. He wasn't sure he'd even processed that he was gone yet and it had already been a year. He couldn't shake the ever-deepening pit in his stomach that just gets bigger and bigger with each passing moment.
He missed Jeffrey. He missed sitting by the door, anxiously awaiting his Masters' return. He loved the way Jeffrey's cologne touched his senses, the way he commanded a respect from everyone he met. He missed the touch, the guidance, the love. He missed Jeffrey so much he couldn't quite manage to move on, he saw him everywhere he looked, felt him every time he laid in their old bedroom. He couldn't help but feel like he would never get over losing him, and he was almost okay with spending the rest of his life in solitude. He didn't mind the silence, he didn't mind the echoing empty house--at least until dinner rolls around, and he realizes that once again, he'd prepared the same dinners that his Master had set up the previous year for just himself, in the massive house he felt trapped inside of.
Without Jeffrey, the place he once called home felt like a prison. He could look around the house, admire its beauty, and he couldn't bear to part with it... but he couldn't look around the house without seeing late Sunday morning cartoons, curled together on the couch with a bottle of wine. He couldn't look around without seeing the place Jeffrey had proposed, and where they'd hosted dinner parties with their friends. He couldn't look around without seeing every memory of the two of them, overlapping and drowning him. A knock on his door made Caspian jump, and he sighed deeply and glanced at the clock on the wall.
He walked to the door and opened it, figuring it was probably Jeffrey's daughter coming to check on him. She and her aunt took turns visiting, once every other week. He'd pushed away everyone from their lives, secluded himself off in his misery, and having the two of them around somehow made things temporarily seem better.
"Caspian, honey, you look wonderful. I brought pies--!" Amanda said, handing him the bag in her hand. Caspian took it and peeked into it. "My grandmother made your favorite, so she made you one too. It probably should be put into the refrigerator, so we can have a slice before I go!" She said.
"Come in, you must be quite chilly," Caspian said, opening the door further and letting her in. Amanda walked in and smiled a little, looking around. "How are you doing?"
"I'm alright," She said, looking over him with apprehension on her face. "How are you, for real?"
"Well, I guess I'm alright." He said finally, looking down at his feet nervously.
"You look like shit. Have you been sleeping?" She asked, and he shrugged.
"Kind of. I mean... I don't know." He finally admitted, looking away from her again.
"It has been over a year, Caspian, and I know you were very close to my father, I know you loved him more than anything... but you can't keep living like this. I know it's hard to move on, but I'm worried if you don't I'm going to come over one day and..." She didn't say it, she never did. He looked away, feeling ashamed of him. He couldn't lie and say he hadn't thought a lot about the prospect of joining him, but they never mentioned it. "I can't lose you, too." He led her to the kitchen, placing the pies in the fridge and grabbing the kettle off the stove.
"What is there to lose, Mandy, I'm... not even me without him anymore..." Caspian muttered quietly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor in front of him. He grabbed two teacups and prepared tea, trying to keep his focus on not looking up... not crying.
"Darling, you've always been you--you're just a little lost right now. You need to get back out there, meet someone. I know that you feel like you can't, but it's what dad would've wanted. He didn't leave you everything necessary to live a long and happy life if he didn't want you to live it." She said, gently placing her hand on top of his. He jumped for a second, but relaxed quickly and smiled a little. He appreciated the thought, but it didn't feel like the right time.
A little nagging voice in the back of his head croaked, but will it ever?
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It was about six months later, and he was at a charity event, signing a check to the charity in Jeffrey's name. He had begged Amanda to do it because he knew that it'd be much less weird for Jeffrey's daughter to deliver the check but she'd refused. She said that he wasn't going to ever leave the house if she kept doing things like that for him and that it was time for him to try. And while he felt like he had been trying, she didn't seem to believe it. Hell, at this point, could he even believe that he was trying?
After he'd given the check to the leader of the charity he'd grabbed another glass of wine and snuck off, out one of the open doors and stood on the balcony of the building, looking up at the sky and thinking about... everything. Perhaps Amanda was right, maybe he needed to do more to move on. Jeffrey was gone, and there isn't any coming back. He couldn't continue doing this, he was lonely.
"Would you like another drink?" He jumped, startled, and turned to face the person who'd spoken. He sucked in a deep breath, looking over his face. He was gorgeous, young but somehow... sophisticated and alluring. He had a defined jawline, smooth tan skin, deep cerulean blue eyes, messy blond hair, and the faintest ghost of a five o'clock shadow. He somehow managed to look both disheveled and professional at one time, almost as if he was intentionally looking like he'd just gotten done rolling around in a bed.
"Seven should probably be my limit, truly, but thank you," Caspian murmured, grabbing a champagne glass and swirling it around.
"I don't need to take your keys do I?" He teased, sitting the tray down that was currently empty, thanks to his last drink, and walking over to the rail of the balcony. He sat down on the rail and looked over me.
"I have a driver, I wouldn't have had a single drink if I didn't." Caspian murmured, leaning forward a little and looking over the edge, "Aren't you scared up there?"
"What, that I'm gonna become sidewalk pizza? Nah, the most it'd do at this height is probably break a few bones, maybe paralysis, but with a face like this even that could work out in my favor." He teased, looking into the building.
"I could never do that," Caspian said.
"Maybe not, but if it's any consolation, I wouldn't let you fall anyway. I can't have the main benefactor of this charity event dying on my watch, my boss would hang me." He said. Caspian blushed and looked away.
"I'm hardly a benefactor, all of this money is my late husband's, I didn't work for it. I'm just the face everyone wants to parade around so that they can talk about how great I'm doing since the accident." Caspian said, downing the glass of champagne in a quick motion.
"It's because when something tragic happens, people try to make it seem less tragic by talking about how great someone else involved is doing. It makes things seem less... hopeless." He said, looking over Caspian with those eyes that seemed to pierce him.
"It doesn't for me," Caspian said, and he nodded.
"It only helps the general population feel better, not necessarily the family. I'm sorry. How longs it been, now?" He asked, and Caspian sighed deeply and glanced away.
"A year and a half, now." He admitted, and the guy nodded his head.
"I don't want to come across as too forward, I know it's probably too soon for you and that's totally fine. But, I've not been able to take my eyes off you since you got here... I've been waiting on a time that seemed right to approach you." He said, making Caspian blush and look away from him.
"I'm so much older than you, though," Caspian murmured, looking over the face of the very bold boy that was talking to him for a brief moment before lower his eyes.
"You don't look it." Caspian blushed, feeling certain it was probably just harmless flattery.
"How old are you?" Caspian ventured after a moment of silence passed between them. The boy smiled a little and scooted over a little closer to Caspian, this time close enough that he could smell his cologne, see the little freckles, one under his eye and one on his lip, could see his nose was slightly crooked, probably from a broken nose at some point in his life. He looked older than a teenager but still... young.
"I'm twenty-one," the guy said and placed and hand on top of Caspian's. Caspian glanced down at the hand, and back up into his eyes. He couldn't help the gentle tingle that started from where the boy's hand touched.
"Still so young," Caspian murmured, torn. On one hand... He had a few drinks, he wasn't over Jeffrey, and the boy was young but on the other... the boy was handsome, he was by law, a man and could make his own decisions, and Caspian was tired of the silence, the loneliness and he had an ache deep inside himself that he couldn't ease anymore. He wanted it, but he was scared of giving himself to anyone else.
"Not too young, though. I know what I want, and I want you." Caspian bit his lip as the man gently pushed his hair out of his eyes. He ran a gentle thumb down his cheek, forcing Caspian to meet his eyes. Caspian, always one to do as he was told, met his eyes, blushing brightly. Caspian wasn't sure, at that moment, what came over him because what he did next wasn't anything that he even expected. He leaned forward just a little, his heart racing, and pressed his lips against the man's lips, surprised at the shock of lust that swam inside of him.
He hadn't been touched since well before the accident, their sex life had tapered off because of Jeffrey getting older. He began having to take Cialis, but at thirty-three, the last thing Caspian really wanted was to focus only on sex. He didn't mind the lack of sex, but after so long with nothing... he felt like a teenaged schoolboy, being touched for the first time. Excited, aroused, nervous and so, so horny.
The boy--man--had reacted immediately, pulling him forward and kissing him with a passion that he hadn't felt in years, even before Jeffrey had died. While their love remained intact, the amount of passion had decreased, especially when Jeffrey hit about forty-five, and he'd started having intimate troubles. Jeffrey threw himself into work after that, and while Caspian didn't mind, it had been a long time since he'd felt... sparks.
"Can we go, or do you have more work to do?" Caspian murmured once they finally pulled apart, clinging onto the man.
"I got off an hour ago, that's why my trays empty." He said, and Caspian nodded, standing up and taking a couple of steps.
"Do you.." Caspian hesitated for just a moment, before steadying himself. He needed this, he reminded himself. "Do you want to come back to my house? I've got a thousand-dollar bottle of wine at home that needs to be drank." The man smirked a little, cocky, and nodded.
"Of course." He said, and Caspian bit his lip and started walking towards the exit of the building. The man was following behind him, he could feel the eyes on his body, and the familiar feeling of being watched made him feel more comfortable somehow.
"Davenport, please," Caspian said, and the valet nodded, and picked up his phone, and sent a quick message.
"Your driver has been alerted, please wait just a moment by the door." The man said, his eyes looking over the man beside Caspian and then Caspian and back again. Caspian blushed, looked away, and trained his eyes on the ground, while the man beside him just shot the valet a smirk. It only took about thirty seconds for his car to come around to the front of the building and Caspian walked towards it. The Valet opened the door and let the two of them in and shut the door.
"Home, sir?" Bertram, the driver asked, and Caspian nodded his head.
The drive home was short and sweet, and Caspian was very ready for it to be over with when it was. On top of feeling like he was on the edge of exploding, Bertram was the driver that Jeffrey had gotten him, and riding home with him in the car with an erection for a guy he'd never really met before felt a little awkward.
"Wow, nice place," The man said, entering behind Caspian.
"Thanks," Caspian said, not even bothering to look around the dimly lit living room before heading straight to the kitchen for the wine, coming back out and meeting him in the living room again. "Um, where do you want..." He asked, feeling his shyness come back full force now that they were alone.
"Anywhere. We can go anywhere you want." He said and put his hand on Caspian's shoulder.
"How about a bath," Caspian murmured, thinking of how he had a bubble bath that could keep both of them from being fully exposed to each other.
"That works perfect, where's the bathroom?" He asked, and Caspian pointed towards the stairs. He grabbed two wine glasses off of the bar that separated the living room and kitchen and led the man up to his room, through into the bathroom. The bathroom had a giant garden tub made of marble, with a step up into it. Caspian turned the faucet on, feeling the water and making sure it was warm, poured some bubble bath into the water, and sat on the edge of the tub.
It didn't take long for the two of them to strip and sit down in the tub, Caspian pressed up against the man. "I never got your name," Caspian said, pouring them both a glass of wine. "I'm Caspian Davenport, what about you?" He asked the man shyly, embarrassed that they'd all but rubbed each other off at the charity event and he'd brought him home with him without even finding out a name.
"I'm Hayden Michaels." Caspian felt his hand lightly trace his abdomen under the warm water, keeping him nestled close to him. Hayden took a sip of wine, and smiled a little, and wrapping a warm arm around his waist, and holding him, making Caspian blush.
Caspian had lost count of many things, in the hour that they spent in the bath, one of which was how many drinks they had. He wasn't entirely sure how long they'd been pressed together in the bathroom, all he knew was that for the first time in a year and a half, he didn't feel like there was an emptiness inside of his chest.
It didn't take Hayden long to turn the man around and kiss him deeply. Caspian could taste the flavors of the wine on Hayden's tongue, could feel his strength as he held him in his lap. Caspian had never been more aware of every flaw he'd ever counted on himself, but it helped that the two of them were underneath the water, so he didn't have to worry about the much younger, much more attractive man finding out he wasn't quite as ravishing as he once had been.
He wasn't old, but he definitely had a few more wrinkles, he wasn't as fit as he was before, while still lanky, he wasn't all corners and edges now. He had gained around fifteen pounds, which wasn't much but he felt like it was overly obvious now. Hayden gripped his hips, he could feel the indentions in his skin and it felt really good. He hoped the grip would be hard enough to render light, finger-sized bruises so he'd be able to remember this.
The movement of their bodies made the water splash about, leaving puddles on the floor as they ground together, slowly but deliberately. "You want to get out?" Hayden asked, panting into Caspian's mouth. Caspian nodded, grabbed his towel, and quickly stood up.
"Come on," Caspian couldn't deny the fact that he was a little tipsy by the time the two stumbled into bed, but he didn't hesitate for a moment when Hayden kissed him again, sinking into the warm embrace as Hayden began stroking a fire inside of him that he wasn't sure how to put out, at all.
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Hayden had begun coming over quite frequently after their drunken lovemaking, and while Caspian still found himself missing Jeffrey, Hayden made him feel better. It'd been about three weeks, and Hayden had spent many nights at his house, and while it was a lot different waking up with the man beside him, it was a good difference. He didn't feel the pang of emptiness, he didn't see the echoes of the past every time he looked around him.
He had quickly grown used to Hayden being there, and the thought of the piece of him that was missing because of Jeffrey dying going away scared him. They'd been mainly talking and messing around in the bedroom. Hayden had the stamina to do nothing but sex for hours, and somehow, Caspian found himself very capable of keeping up with him. He couldn't believe it, the only thing he could figure was that it'd just been so long since he'd been touched that he couldn't help but respond to every single touch.
He had never really intended for Hayden to be a permanent part of his life, or even just a temporary part of it, either way because he planned on forgetting all about it after Hayden went home but he found himself unable to forget it. It was almost as if he was addicted to the man, and it was both infuriating and exciting.
He hadn't intended for things to go nearly as far as they had, but he felt okay with the way they were turning out anyway. He knew that Hayden could never replace Jeffrey, but he filled the hole that Jeffrey had left behind decently well. Some parts of him would never recover from losing Jeffrey, but the parts that could recover finally felt like they may actually be repaired.
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A loud noise woke up Caspian at midnight or a little after, he'd glanced over at Hayden, who he hadn't even noticed stir. Hayden was looking around the bedroom for something, but he found nothing in the darkness. "Caspian, stay here," Hayden commanded, and Caspian nodded his head obediently. The only thing Hayden and Jeffrey had in common was the way that they demanded respect from everyone around them. They somehow, even though completely different from each other in every other way, had a certain I know what I'm doing aura about them that was probably the most attractive thing that Caspian had ever seen.
Caspian watched as Hayden walked out of the bedroom, grabbing a hammer they'd left lying down by the door earlier when he asked Hayden to move a picture for him. Hayden was silent, and then he burst out laughing. "You have a cat, and a room filled with sex toys." Hayden hollered from the hallway, and Caspian immediately tensed up. He'd always kept that door locked, but he'd gone into it earlier before Hayden had gotten there and got a couple of things out of it.
Caspian stood up and walked to the doorway and leaned against it, "It's Jeffrey's cat. He usually stays up in the office, I'm not sure how he got down here, actually. I didn't think he could still take the stairs." He said, and Hayden nodded.
"And what about the fifty shades of grey bedroom you got there?" Hayden teased. "You've been holding out on me."
"It's nothing like fifty shades of grey, that movie was terrible and I designed this room myself. Jeffrey had all of the furniture custom made, and everything in this room was made to match." Caspian said, feigning annoyance. He didn't want Hayden to know that he was embarrassed--how silly, he groaned at himself.
"It definitely is something. I'm wagering a bet that you were not the one using most of this stuff, hmm?" Hayden asked, looking over the paddles and whips.
"I might have a bit of a pain tolerance," Caspian admitted sheepishly, picking up his collar and moving it from the bed to the shelf in the special box that Jeffrey had made to display it.
"Oh really?" Hayden asked, walking over to Caspian and pulling him close to him. "I see it, you look like you'd be a handful." He teased, running a hand down Caspian's abdomen. Caspian felt himself jump to attention and he blushed.
"Definitely a handful and a half," Caspian murmured, turning around and looking up at Hayden.
"Are you comfortable doing this with me in here?" Hayden asked, trailing and hand down Caspian's spine, as Caspian pushed him back towards the bed. Caspian nodded his head, and glanced around for a second, looking over at a picture on the wall of Jeffrey and him.
"I just need to turn that around." He said, and Hayden looked over to where he was looking and his eyes widened a little.
"Wow. Those pictures are... very good. You look amazing. How recent are those?" Hayden asked Caspian, and he shrugged a little.
"They all have different dates, Jeffrey was a bit of a shutterbug. He loved to develop pictures, he has a darkroom here." Caspian explained.
"When was this one taken? You look so young here." Hayden asked, and Caspian smiled a bit.
"I was probably twenty-three or twenty-four, I'd say. It was when we had just gotten together. It was the first picture he'd ever taken of me." Caspian said, running his fingers over the picture thinking back to the day it'd been taken.
"You look like a teenager. Christ, I don't know what kind of vampire you are, but how the hell have you not aged?" Hayden teased.
"I have, trust me. You just didn't see me then." Caspian said, blushing in embarrassment, taking the photo of him kneeling at Jeffrey's feet off the wall and turned it towards the wall. "I'll put it back up, or something. Just... not now."
"So, what's your favorite piece of this anyway?" Hayden asked, pushing Caspian back against the spanking table. He felt the edge of the table biting into his butt, and he couldn't hold back the giggle that fell from his lips. Hayden took a moment to look shocked before he smiled a little bit and walked closer, grabbing the side of Caspian's face and kissing him deeply. For a moment the two were lost, and then Hayden pulled back and looked down at Caspian. "I bet this is your favorite, isn't it?" Hayden teased him a little. Caspian blushed and nodded.
"I can't deny it's a lot of fun. Have you ever used any of this stuff? I'd imagine not, hmm?" Caspian asked, and Hayden slyly smirked.
"I never had this kind of equipment, but I've definitely used paddles and stuff. Belts, too. I prefer ropes to cuffs, though." Hayden said, motioning to the handcuffs that were connected to a latching mechanism on the table. Caspian smiled a little, and pushed him away, walked around the table, and opened the disappearing drawer grabbing the brand new rope they hadn't even opened yet. Then he hit the button on side of the table that unhooks the handcuffs and then closed the latch back.
"I always preferred ropes," Caspian blushed a little, and opened up the rope, and handed it to Hayden. Hayden took it, and smirked, grabbing Caspian by his thin wrists in one hand, and pulled him closer. Caspian dropped his eyes to the floor and clasped his hands together in front of him, allowing Hayden to tie the rope around his wrists. Caspian knew there were so many things that Jeffrey would've done before this--he'd plan it all out, down to the second--but the spontaneity made Caspian even more excited about what was happening.
Hayden pushed Caspian down onto the table, being forceful but gentle at the same time. He was surprised at the sheer force of the lust that shot through him as Hayden pulled his pajama bottoms down, exposing him to the cool air in the room. The playroom had a separate thermometer, that was used to keep the temperature a little cooler in the playroom than the rest of the house. Caspian was a fan of sensory play, and he loved the contrast of a warm hand, trailing his cooler body. His pajamas were enough to ward away the chill but once he was left bared, he immediately felt his pulse rise a tad bit in excitement.
When Hayden gently massaged his ass cheeks, the warmth of his hands imprinting on Caspian's skin made him whimper and press back against the hands touching him. Caspian felt his cock hardening and sucked in a deep breath at the coolness of the air hitting him. He could feel the chill trying to ward away his erection but it was failing miserably. "Are you sure?" He asked, and Caspian nodded, watching as Hayden took a paddle off the hanger, a shot of adrenaline spiking through Caspian as he watched him slowly run his fingers over it.
Hayden stepped back behind him and he trained his eyes on the clock in front of him, merely out of habit. He felt every nerve in his body tingling in anticipation as he waited for Hayden to bring it down on his ass. Once he had, Caspian moaned and felt the stinging familiar pain spread through him. He felt himself aching between his legs, begging for a touch or something but he was too focused on how good it felt to be paddled again.
Hayden landed another hit with the paddle on his ass and he whimpered, beginning to rub himself against the table a little bit. The top of the table had a leather-like soft surface on the edge where you're supposed to bend over it, and it made a great humping pillow in scenarios like this. Another hit from the paddle made a loud noise echoed in the room and he cried out, his whole body tensing up as he fought desperately to hold his orgasm back. He was clinging desperately to the thread that was holding him together, and he knew that he'd much rather orgasm when Hayden was inside him. Though he felt sure that Hayden could probably make him cum multiple times. "Please," Caspian whimpered out, arching his back more, putting his ass up higher.
Caspian had always been a natural submissive, and he'd always strived in situations where he wasn't in control. He knew how to be submissive above everything else, and he loved sinking into submission. He had always loved the pain, and the sexual element was something he couldn't deny, but being out of control was the aspect of this lifestyle that'd appealed to him from the beginning.
"Please what?" Hayden asked him, teasingly running the paddle against his ass. He moaned, his words coming out a jumbled mess. "You want more, sweetheart? Hmm?" Hayden said, and Caspian moaned in response feeling the pressure of the paddle against his ass. Hayden hit him with the paddle again, and he moaned again, feeling like he was going to explode. Hayden began spanking him with the paddle in a sort of pattern, hard, soft, hard, hard, soft, and back again and it was enough to keep him right on the edge of orgasming while he could still hold on to his sanity, even though it was getting steadily harder and harder.
His whole body felt like it was going to simultaneously combust, he felt like every inch of his body was on fire. He was so hard, even the cold air was doing nothing to help him hold back, and he was leaking precum down onto the table where he was rubbing his dick. All it took was one extra hard hit to cause him to tense up. He felt like he'd taken a step off of the ledge into the abyss, and he couldn't help but lose the tenuous grasp he had on his orgasm, feeling himself be washed away by the waves of euphoria currently pulling him under.
He was crying out Hayden's name in the room, Hayden was still lightly spanking him, stopping for a moment or two to rub his ass cheeks a little bit. The motion of him rubbing Caspian's ass exposed his hole to the cool air and he gasped loudly, suddenly very aware of how empty he felt.
"More," He begged, finally turning his eyes to meet the cerulean blue eyes of Hayden. Hayden looked over him, bent over the table, cum covering his thighs, Caspian's desperate green eyes pleading with him.
"Condoms, where are they?" Hayden turned, looking around the room.
"I never used them before, after so long it just didn't make sense. Did you bring any with you?" Caspian whimpered, and Hayden groaned and shook his head. "I'm so... have you been tested?" Caspian asked, and Hayden nodded. "Clean?" Hayden nodded, and gripped his hips, to stop him from subconsciously moving his hips. "God, just get inside me."
He could feel the tip of Hayden pressing against him, felt every part of his body tensing in anticipation. "Fuck it," Hayden groaned out, gripping his dick with one hand and pushing against Caspian's hole. It wasn't moments later that Hayden was buried inside of him, Caspian gasping out in pleasure as his whole body vibrated with lust, hormones making his mind fog over as Hayden kept himself buried inside of his body.
Caspian could feel every jerk of Hayden's cock inside him, feel it pulse, the warmth of his skin satisfying a need deep inside of Caspian that he hadn't even known he had. He felt so full, so desperate for him to move but Hayden was gripping his hips and holding them together, not letting Caspian move at all.
"Please," Caspian finally whimpered out, looking up at Hayden from over his shoulder. He was caught with how sexy Hayden looked, his jaw clenched just a little breathing deeply and slowly, his eyes tracing over Caspian's back with a determined look.
"God, you feel fucking fantastic." Hayden groaned out, leaning down over his back and trailing gentle but deliberate kisses down his shoulder, slowly moving his hips in and out of Caspian. Caspian whimpered, biting his lip and nodding. "You feel so good, shit, shit." Hayden moaned, his hand balling up in Caspian's hair, making Caspian cry out as his hair was pulled.
Caspian wasn't sure how it was that Hayden seemed to know every single thing that put him closer and closer to the edge but he was so horny he couldn't even think about that at the moment. He needed him, he needed Hayden. Hayden pulled out of Caspian suddenly, and pulled him up, turning him around and carrying him over to the bed, his bound hands falling on top of his abdomen. He slipped them down, covering himself but Hayden gently pulled his hands up and placed them on the bed above his head, and slipped between his legs, slowly pushing back into him.
This position was a lot easier for Hayden to get deeper, the only real limitation was how flexible Caspian was and he took pride in having kept up with his yoga and kept his flexibility up because it really paid off with Hayden. Hayden could reach places inside of him that no one else had ever reached, and it made Caspian shiver with anticipation. Hayden gripped the back of his claves and pushed them up so that he could get deeper and move faster.
And Hayden really could. Hayden was just the right kind of rough and deliberate. He wasn't held back by anything, he could move in ways that even Caspian himself couldn't move...
Hayden started thrusting in and out of him as fast and hard as he could, using his legs for leverage, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room. He was moving in and out of him, the head of his dick abusing Caspian's prostate. Caspian could do nothing but moan and beg, and let Hayden fuck him senseless.
It wasn't until Hayden let go of his legs that Caspian saw an opportunity to impress and took it. He pulled his legs up by his head, resting his feet up by the pillow. "Fuck. Fuck, you're bendy," Hayden murmured, leaning forward and trailing little kisses down his neck. Caspian lifted his head to bare his neck and Hayden bit down onto his neck, definitely leaving behind a mark before he reached up and wrapped his hand around Caspian's throat. Caspian whimpered and bit his lip, pushing up into Hayden's thrusts as much as possible.
Hayden was so deep inside of him that he could almost not bear it, and he was dripping all over his abdomen with each movement of Hayden's hips. He couldn't focus on anything but the earth-shattering feelings crashing through him like a wrecking ball. He was so desperate for Hayden he couldn't process a thought properly, and he was borderline losing his mind.
Every nerve in his body was vibrating against his skin, his heart pumping rapidly, sweat clinging to his skin. There wasn't a chill any longer, the heat from their bodies had permeated the air around them. Caspian was barely holding on once again to his orgasm, which was racing towards him like a dam releasing floodwaters. He was falling over the edge, just barely grasping onto what was holding him together.
Hayden was thrusting in and out of him, deeper and deeper, their bodies moving together like they'd been doing this for years, not just a month or two. He seemed relentless, determined to make Caspian never be able to forget him. The rough and deep thrusting was steady, he didn't move unless it was to find a new position to batter Caspian's prostate in, and that wasn't something Caspian wanted to complain about. The movements of their bodies were in sync, almost in a rhythm they both knew but never spoke of.
The chemistry between them was impossible to ignore, it was like in some way they were made for each other.
Caspian couldn't help but cry out when Hayden slammed into him a final time and groaned out a deep and guttural, "Fuck, I'm cumming." Hayden's arms wrapping around him and holding him close while his body shook. Caspian was whimpering and moving against Hayden from below him, his desire to cum hazing over everything else. He needed it so much and he was right there, just on the verge.
Hayden seemed to come out of his euphoria after a moment and pulled out of Caspian, getting down between his legs, and immediately took his dick into his mouth. Caspian moaned at the feeling of the warm, wet mouth enclosing around him and tried his best to lay still below Hayden as Hayden worked him over with his mouth. When Hayden came up and gently massaged the opening of Caspian's hole with his finger before slowly and gently working his fingers in and out of him, Caspian whimpered and gripped the pillow above his head, unable to smother his cries of pleasure.
It didn't take but a couple of moments before Caspian was crying out, telling Hayden he was cumming and that he couldn't hold it anymore. Hayden kept playing with him, milking him through his orgasm, leaving him shaking and senseless on the bed below him.
"Holy..." Caspian started after a moment, and Hayden smiled a little. "Who's your dad, the Rock?" Caspian asked, poking Hayden on the shoulder teasingly. Hayden laughed a little bit and leaned down and kissed him softly.
"Goddamn, you felt so fantastic... So warm and... oh god." Hayden groaned teasingly and laid himself down on top of Caspian.
"Was that your first time without a condom?" Caspian asked shyly, and Hayden shrugged.
"I'm not really the type to do stuff like this, it's usually just one-night stands or short flings but there's something about you. I can't explain it." Hayden said.
"I understand. It's best to be safe, anyway." Caspian said, leaning back against the bed and slipping his eyes shut.
"God, all the beds in your house are like sleeping on air," Hayden said, and Caspian nodded.
"I like my beds soft and plushy," Caspian said, keeping his eyes closed as Hayden shifted to the side of him.
"All the better to fuck the shit out of you," Hayden said, running his fingers over Caspian's forehead, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "My bed is one of those you have to flip every six months."
Caspian's eyes shot open and he looked over at the handsome boy beside him, wondering deeply about him. He always seemed so carefree, but Caspian wondered if that was all just an act. Caspian couldn't help but wonder if, perhaps, he could do something to fix Hayden having a shitty bed. Everyone deserves somewhere comfortable to sleep.
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Time seemed to pass by at an accelerated rate, because one minute Caspian blinked and his world had fallen apart, and another blink and his world was slowly being pieced back together. Hayden had played a huge role in making Caspian feel like life was worth living, he'd given him something to look forwards to, companionship, excitement... He wasn't Jeffrey, not in any way, but he was just right for Caspian, now.
It wasn't long before Amanda had caught Hayden on his way to class early one morning. She'd shown up earlier than expected because her taxi came early and she had nothing else to do. Caspian had been nervous, expecting her to be angry or something, but she'd simply came inside and hugged him, and told him that she was so happy for him. It wasn't the response that he was expecting, but it made him feel like maybe he wasn't doing anything wrong by moving on.
He had battled with the guilt of having feelings for Hayden, a lot at first. He knew that it was okay, but for some reason because of their dynamic, moving on felt like a betrayal. But, he knew that he had to keep going and living his own life. Jeffrey was gone, and he couldn't spend the rest of his life alone waiting on himself to die.
He'd never stop loving Jeffrey, but he needed to find something to live for. Hayden gave him that. Hayden had begun training to become a certified master, though Caspian didn't see a reason to. He wasn't one for the club scene, but Hayden had insisted. He said that, while he'd never be Jeffrey, he wanted to learn more about the dynamic, he wanted to know how to drive Caspian crazy with lust, and that he would only take no for an answer if Caspian had a good reason and he really didn't.
Hayden was a natural at being dominant without even noticing it, but there's always room for improvement so Caspian didn't really figure becoming trained would harm anything. He didn't much mind going to the club with him, and assisting the trainer with lessons that involved a submissive. Hayden loved to show Caspian off to the people in the club, and it made him feel a whole lot sexier than he was.
"How was class?" Caspian asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting his feet up on the bed. Hayden smiled and came over to the bed and got onto it, and crawled up beside Caspian, resting his head next to his on the pillow beside Caspian. Caspian smiled at Hayden and glanced down at their bodies beside each other.
"It was boring, why did I decide to major in medicine again?" Hayden asked teasingly and Caspian shrugged.
"You picked your major before you met me, didn't you?" Caspian said, watching as Hayden laughed and pulled him close to his body, nestling them together and resting.
"Well, I know it sounds kinda lame, but my mom and dad invited you to dinner. I can make up some excuse if you don't want to meet them, but they've been wanting to know where and who I've basically moved all my stuff in with." Hayden said, looking over me nervously.
"Do you think they'll approve?" Caspian wondered aloud, glancing up into Hayden's eyes with a desperate look on his face.
"Frankly, letting you meet them is just me being respectful to them. I really couldn't care less what they think, but I know they'd love you because I've already told them some about you... including the age gap because for whatever reason you think people care." Hayden teased. "We're gay, the age gap is probably the last thing anyone notices when looking at us."
Caspian laughed a little, and looked away from him, rolling his eyes. "Don't you sass me, mister, I'll bend you over the table again," Hayden said, and while Caspian knew that he probably should've just kept his mouth shut, he could help the spark of excitement at the thought of inciting Hayden's wrath.
"What if that's just what I wanted?" Caspian teased, trying his best to look innocent.
"That could probably be arranged. Get your sexy ass to the playroom, then." Hayden demanded, and Caspian blushed and immediately got up and walked to the playroom and opened the door. He smiled a little as he sank down to his knees in front of the table, placed his hands on his thighs, and trained his eyes straight in front of him, patiently awaiting Hayden's appearance.
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Caspian had time to prepare to meet Hayden's parents, but he didn't feel quite ready as he and Hayden stood on his parent's front step, whispering between each other. Caspian was doing his best to keep from showing how nervous he was, but it was failing miserably. "It'll be fine, I'm not going to leave you alone, Cas. I promise." Hayden said, and Caspian couldn't help the surge of relief that washed over him.
It'd been years since he'd met the parents of a significant other, and it wasn't his strong suit when he was younger. It'd just worked out with Jeffrey because Caspian had made flower arrangements for an event that Jeffrey's parents were hosting and they'd fallen in love with him before their son did.
He felt nervous but excited. Hayden took his hand and opened the front door to their house and walked inside. "Mom, dad, we're here!" Hayden called, and his dad came running around the corner of their living room.
"Is that a Rolls Royce Phantom?" Was the first thing out of his dad's mouth when he turned the corner, and Caspian nodded his head. "That's nearly a half a million-dollar car!"
"My late husband purchased it for me as a birthday present. It's two years old now, still runs perfectly." Caspian said, biting his lip.
"It's beautiful. Where'd you get it painted? I've never seen such a unique paint job on one of them!" He said, and Caspian bit his lip.
"A friend works on all my cars for me, he's always maintained and done any work on my vehicles," Caspian said.
"How many cars do you have?" Hayden's father questioned.
"Well I'm working on selling off the '91 Dodge Viper GTS, I personally am not a fan of its shape." Caspian explained. "But, in total, we had nine cars, one's overseas in Bristol, where we have a vacation house to visit my family."
"Oh, that's interesting. You're from Bristol?" Hayden's father asked.
"Yes, I was born and raised there. I came here for college and never went back to live. I visit once a year around New Year, and spend a week with my family and come home." Caspian explained.
"That sounds fun. It sounds like you have it pretty easy." Hayden's father said, and Caspian shrugged a little.
"It's all stuff that I got when Jeffrey passed. I was married to him, and he put me as the sole beneficiary to everything he'd bought." Caspian explained. "It doesn't really feel like it's mine if that makes sense."
"I understand, I suppose. Miranda is making dinner, it'll be ready in about fifteen minutes. My name is Adam, I'm Hayden's father." He said, reaching a hand out and Caspian took his hand and shook it kindly, smiling a little.
"I'm Caspian Davenport," Caspian said.
"As in Davenport industries? That Davenport?" Adam asked, and Caspian bit his lip and nodded. "That's pretty awesome. Davenport planes are, by statistics, much less likely to crash in severe weather, and they have backup engines for if engine failure happens, triple fuel tanks for extra protection from running out of gas, and the newest model that's about to be released has a build-in floatation device that will inflate automatically before the plane hits water if the button is hit."
"Yeah, Davenport has always prioritized safe and luxurious planes for everyone. It's part of what caused the brand to blow up, I feel certain." Caspian said, and Adam nodded.
"Oh, how much are you selling the Viper for?" Hayden asked curiously.
"Around 47 grand is what the care salesmen appraised it for, I believe. It's the first generation, it's also got a four thousand dollar stereo system, and is in perfect condition, not a single scrape, dent, or chip of paint. I take it to be maintained once every three months and have the parts updated and replaced as soon as anything needs to be fixed, so it's worth a chunk. Why?" Caspian asked.
"I was going to offer to buy it, but I can't afford that." He laughed.
"Please, I've got seven cars at home. You can use any one you want. Except for my Rolls-Royce, it's my favorite." Caspian said. "Why would I want you to purchase a car from me, I could just gift you the car?"
"I don't know, I just worry I'd wreck it," Hayden said and shrugged a little.
"I taught you to drive, I highly doubt you'd wreck any car you drove." Adam tsked, and Hayden shrugged again.
"Those cars are important to Cas, I don't really want to risk it," Hayden said, and Caspian sighed deeply and rolled his eyes.
"The only one I'd even get a little upset about would be my Rolls-Royce. You can drive every one of them into a lake and I'd be fine. Out over a million dollars, but fine, nonetheless. A wrecked car can be fixed, and a totaled car and be replaced." Caspian said, looking over at Hayden with a smile. "There's one of me and eight cars. I picked out my car. You can pick out one for you. If it makes you feel better you can get the maintenance done on it or whatever."
"Better watch out, Hayden, your mom may just move in on your man. Giving away free cars and all." Adam smiled and Caspian let out a relieved sigh.... at least Hayden's dad doesn't hate him.
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"My dad may or may not be planning to kidnap you, and run away to Las Vegas and have a sham wedding." Hayden teased, opening the door for Caspian. "My mom may or may not be conspiring."
"You drive this time. You know the way, right?" Caspian asked, handing Hayden the keys to his Rolls-Royce.
"To your house? Yeah, I've only ridden there from just about every point in the city so far, but are you sure?" Hayden asked, eyeing Caspian like he'd lost his mind.
"I can drive, but yes I'm sure. I don't think you'll have any problems during a thirty-minute drive to my house. Are you heading back here tonight, or staying over?" Caspian asked.
"I can drive, I just didn't think you'd ever let me drive this thing," Hayden said. "I also told my mom and dad I was staying over."
"I trust you," Caspian said.
"You trust me?" Hayden asked, cocking his head to the side and smiling.
"Yes, I thought the letting you sleep in my bed, roam my house freely, letting you use the cars freely, and having unprotected sex with you made that apparent." Caspian teased, and Hayden laughed a little and wrapped his arms around Caspian, pulling him close and resting his cheek on top of Caspian's head.
"The unprotected sex comment really hits, Cas. Not gonna lie, that was a good one, you did it." Hayden laughed.
"It's true. Now drive me home, I have a bottle of aged brandy we can share." Caspian said, and Hayden laughed and nodded.
"Alright, alright. Let's go." Hayden said, motioning for him to get into the car.
Caspian did, and they started home.
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"I think I want you to move in with me." Caspian blurted out suddenly, glancing shyly over at Hayden who choked on his bacon egg and cheese croissant. He bit his lip and poked at his bowl of oatmeal nervously. He wasn't sure exactly what possessed him to just blurt that out over breakfast, but he had said it and he didn't regret it.
"You want me to move in with you?" Hayden asked, and Caspian nodded.
"You stay here most of the time anyway. Most of your stuff is here. I've been packing up Jeffrey's things. If you want a place here, you have one." Caspian said, forcing himself to sound nonchalant. He really wasn't nonchalant, he was nervous.
"No, I'll move in. I just didn't realize you were ready." Hayden said, and Caspian let out a relieved sigh and nodded.
"I didn't think I was, but... when I look around and see your stuff here, it feels right. And, I managed to get through most of Jeffrey's things. There's space... and..." Caspian trailed off and looked away from Hayden, embarrassed.
"And?" Hayden asked.
"I want you here, I like having you here. You..." He trailed off again and sighed deeply. "Jeffrey is gone, and I know that. I know that you're not him, and I know that you worry that I'm trying to fill the hole that he left but I'm not." Caspian said. "I didn't think after losing him I'd ever find something that made me feel similar to him. I didn't think there was anything left to live for. I was stuck, and only kept going because I felt like I had to." Caspian paused for a moment. "I was barely hanging onto life, and since meeting you I've actually felt alive for the first time since the accident. You're everything Jeffrey wasn't, and I think--no, I know--that for the person I am now that's what I need. Losing him changed me, but so did meeting you and everything that's happened since. When you're not here, I miss you. I sleep better with you here. I feel safe with you here."
"I guess you do know me better than I thought. And you're not just saying all of that?" Hayden asked cautiously.
"Hayden..." Caspian hesitated, looking over the man in front of him that he simply couldn't think of doing without anymore. He only hesitated, not because he wasn't sure, but because he'd not even uttered the words inside his mind yet. He knew, but he didn't say it. "I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Cas. I will move in, but don't put up his stuff just because I'm here." Hayden said. "Take your time and grieve. Rushing won't do anything but halt it."
"I put up his stuff because I was ready. I started a few weeks ago. Had the cleaning lady take the boxes up to his office early Tuesday morning." Caspian said, and Hayden nodded.
"Then pack it up, baby," Hayden said and smiled. "I'm going to be missing at least my first three classes today," Hayden said, and Caspian raised an eyebrow.
"Why's that?" Caspian asked.
"I'm gonna completely ravish you once I finish this really fucking good croissant," Hayden said, his deep eyes like pools of the depths of the ocean as they peered at Caspian. Caspian immediately broke out into a blush and squealed, standing and smirking.
"You'll have to find me first...!" Caspian hollered playfully as he started running up the stairs towards his bathroom. He knew that he'd be found there, but he didn't want Hayden to not be able to find him.
"Fuck, don't--NO!!" Hayden yelled, standing up and chasing after him. Caspian giggled, running a little faster. With Hayden hot on his trails behind him, he swung a left at the top of the hallway and ran into one of the guest rooms and then into the bathroom and crawled into the walk-in shower. He smiled a little and stripped off his clothes, tossing them in a line from the shut door, making a trail to the bathroom. He turned on the warm water and let it heat up a moment before he hopped in and let the water run over his skin.
It wasn't thirty seconds later that the door to the walk-in shower was pulled open and Hayden was rushing into the shower, pushing Caspian back against the wall and pinning him there. "I found you. What's my prize?" Hayden murmured teasingly, trailing his nose along the length of Caspian's neck, making him shiver. Every inch of their bodies was touching, and warm water was cascading down over them.
Caspian dropped down to the floor, still trapped against the wall, and wrapped his hand around Hayden's already hard dick. Caspian didn't waste a moment, he wrapped his lips around the head of Hayden's cock, and Hayden moaned. Caspian began bobbing his head, breathing through his nose so that he didn't have to stop sucking Hayden off.
Caspian took his time, slowly working his erection all the way down his throat, expertly breathing around it without gagging and cupping Hayden's balls gently in his hand. He gently massaged Hayden's balls, taking special care to do it just as he remembered Hayden had liked him to do it before. He made sure to cup the bottom of Hayden's dick with his tongue and bobbed his head, pausing momentarily to trail kisses up the side of it. Hayden, obviously having enough with not being in control, pushed Caspian's head back so it was resting against the wall. He then slowly began thrusting in and out of Caspian's mouth, freeing up one of his hands to reach down between his legs and Caspian began rubbing himself.
Hayden began fucking his mouth a little harder once he realized that Caspian could take it--and loved it--leaving Caspian a horny, desperate mess. He relaxed his throat and focused on steadying his breathing to keep from gagging, while he stroked his own leaking cock in time with the thrusts that Hayden was making inside of his mouth. He couldn't help but let out little whimpers and whines around Hayden's cock, his own arousal causing his mind to run away from him. He blushed brightly and looked up into Hayden's eyes.
Once their eyes met it was like a spark went off in Hayden, and he immediately pulled Caspian up and pushed his body back against the wall, grabbing one of his legs and hiking it up onto his shoulder. Hayden pressed the head of his cock against Caspian and slipped in. He groaned deeply and rested his head against the wall beside Caspian's head.
"I cannot get over how fucking amazing you feel around me," Hayden said, and Caspian whimpered and blushed.
"I can't get over your fucking dick." Caspian gasped out, feeling his whole body reacting to being filled by Hayden. They'd just done this mere hours ago and Caspian was still a little sore, but Hayden didn't need to be told that because he began rocking them together at a slower pace than he'd normally start. Hayden paused at the sound of Caspian cursing, and Caspian blushed immediately.
"I didn't think you cursed. Something about you makes even cursing sound classy and that's really fucking hot." Hayden said and began slowly moving a little faster, the water from the shower cascading over their bodies. Each movement caused them to moan and their lips locked and they clutched each other closer, Caspian's nails digging into the skin of Hayden's shoulders.
They were moving together in time, a delicate dance that they'd perfected together. Caspian was slowly but surely getting to the point of no return, where he couldn't help but cling onto Hayden and ride out the euphoria until he erupted.
Caspian gasped in frustration when Hayden pulled out of him and turned him around, gripping his hips and pushing back into him. Caspian moaned when he was buried back inside of him where he felt like he belonged at this point. He whimpered as Hayden slowly began fucking him again. He was being so careful but still hitting so many places inside of him and he was shaking with each thrust. Hayden's hands came up and gripped Caspian's hands that were holding himself up away from the wall as they moved against each other.
Hayden was easily able to pin him to the wall and he made sure to show Caspian just how much stronger he was. Caspian loved that--loved knowing that he was powerless against his lover. Hayden had picked up the pace a little more and Caspian cried out, gripping at the wall, feeling more than a little unsteady on his feet as the man touched every part of him.
"Please, harder, please..." He whimpered out, pushing back against the man with desperation. Hayden smirked and started rocking his hips faster and harder than he was before, making Caspian moan in excitement and start wiggling his hips to get closer to him. The change in the angle made Hayden ram his cock into Caspian's prostate and it made Caspian moan loudly and cum all over the wall at the sudden impact.
Caspian was shaking, riding out his orgasm as Hayden kept going, trying to find his own release. Caspian whimpered and wriggled himself back and clenched around Hayden which led Hayden to lean forward and rest his chest against the Caspian's back. Caspian could feel him pulsing deep within him, could feel how hard Hayden was, and it was enough to make him want to do anything he could to make the man cum.
Hayden picked up Caspian and turned him around, slowly entering him again, before he started moving in and out of him again. Caspian wrapped his arms around Hayden's neck and started murmuring about how good he felt buried to the hilt, and how big he was. Caspian began wriggling his hips and tightened his legs around Hayden's waist, helping him go deeper. The change in position seemed to be all that Hayden really needed, though, because it wasn't but a couple more thrusts before he was burying himself as deep as he could go and groaning out Caspian's name as he came.
Caspian whimpered quietly and rested his body against Hayden's, slouching over him tiredly. He wasn't usually one to laze about in bed all day, but all he could really think about was resting his body. He felt deliciously sore and ache-y, and utterly exhausted.
"I need a nap." Hayden groaned and rubbed his face, standing directly under the stream of water.
"Then let's go take a nap," Caspian said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm probably gonna miss more than three classes. I'm skipping today." Hayden murmured. "The thought of you curled up here all day in bed would just distract me anyway. Plus, how often does Caspian Davenport take a damn nap?" Hayden said, running his fingers through his hair. "Can't miss my only chance to spend a Wednesday afternoon curled in bed with a cute little piece of ass, now can I?"
Caspian blushed, looking away from him. He stepped closer to Hayden and let the water run down over him too, washing off the remnants of their play. Once the two got dressed, they fled back to the silence of Caspian's room. They got into bed and cuddled up to each other, resting their tired bodies onto the bed and switching on the television with a tired sigh.
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Caspian smiled and glanced over at Hayden, meeting his eyes. Hayden looked gorgeous, his deep blue eyes looking around the back patio of my house in Bristol. It was mid-summer, warm outside. Hayden was lounging back against the lawn-chair by the pool, looking out over the secluded backyard, trees hiding them from the closest neighbor entirely. Caspian had picked out this house, nearly nine years earlier, because of how beautiful and secluded the place was. He loved the way the sun bounced off of Hayden's beautiful skin, how his blond hair seemed somehow lighter in it.
"What?" Hayden asked, smirking at Caspian. Caspian blushed and pushed up his sunglasses so that they completely covered his eyes and he couldn't peek over the rim of them. He took a slow sip of wine as he observed Hayden's dark blue eyes peer at him in curiosity.
"Nothing just saw a bird over at the trees." Caspian fibbed, smiling teasingly at Hayden. Hayden cocked his head to the side and grabbed Caspian by the arm, pulling him forward and onto his lap. Caspian straddled him immediately, giggling a little and shaking his head. "Be careful! Don't spill my wine!" He cried out, trying to keep from spilling his wine all over the towels, but failing miserably. He couldn't help but laugh and wrap his arms around Hayden's neck.
Hayden gripped his hip in one hand and his cheek in the other, pulling his face down so that their lips met. Caspian smiled against his lips, letting him lead them in a slow and teasing kiss. Hayden had two modes, sexually speaking, it was somewhere between a romance movie and a porno. Caspian never minded, the spontaneity was a huge turn-on for him. Caspian whimpered and parted his lips as Hayden slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Hayden slipped his tongue into Caspian's mouth, slowly and deliberately searching every corner of his mouth, seemingly memorizing it.
Caspian smiled and blushed a little when Hayden pulled away from him and grabbed his sunglasses by the sides and gently pulled them off of his face. Caspian bit his lip and lowered his eyes a little, feeling embarrassed at how bare he suddenly felt in Hayden's arms. They were so close now, he could smell the shampoo that Hayden used. He could see the tiny little imperfections he'd come to love. The little razor-thin scar on Hayden's forehead, barely visible just at his hairline, the crooked nose that somehow fit perfectly there, a few littered acne scars... Caspian had fallen in love with each of his little imperfections. Hayden pulled Caspian back down and kissed him again.
"Marry me," Hayden murmured, looking into Caspian's eyes. His eyes were scanning, watching Caspian closely.
"What?" Caspian asked, his eyes widening and tears springing to his eyes. Hayden just pressed another gentle kiss on his lips and smiled a little.
"Marry me," Hayden murmured again, his lips brushing against Caspian's as he said it. Caspian leaned forward and kissed him for a second. "I love you Cas. Marry me." Caspian sucked in a deep breath, and he nodded, a simple little movement that caused Hayden to smile really big and lean up a little bit, kissing him again. "I want to hear you say it." Hayden's lips began trailing down Caspian's neck, making him whimper. His mind fogged over a little bit, his heart racing in his chest.
"Say what?" Caspian whimpered as Hayden trailed kisses down his chest and settled over his nipple, sucking a little bit. Caspian moaned, his dick jumping to attention.
"Say you'll marry me," Hayden murmured after a moment, his warm breath ghosting over Caspian's hard, slightly wet nipple, making Caspian whimper again. Caspian nodded again.
"I'll marry you, asshat. But only if you can find me!" Caspian teased a little, standing up and running towards the door. Hayden paused for a moment, taken aback before he smirked wickedly and stood up.
"Game on," Hayden hollered, chasing after Caspian. Caspian had the advantage because he'd visited the house plenty of times, but the fun was in the chase, not winning. Despite having been able to hide in the countless compartments that could've probably hidden him for hours, he ran straight towards the farthest bedroom, Hayden right on his heels. Caspian had already made it halfway up the stairs when he felt Hayden's hand graze him. He smirked a little. He purposefully sped up a little, acting like he was going towards the bedroom.
At the last moment, he turned and took the first door around the corner, slipping it silently shut behind him, and giggled. He knew he'd eventually be found, could even hear Hayden's footsteps right outside the door, before they seemed to disappear. He turned his back and looked around the room. The sound of the door opening and hitting the wall carelessly made him jump, but he didn't have time to react or run because within half a second of the sound of the door flying open, he found himself flying through the air towards the bed, landing with a quiet bounce looking up at Hayden.
Hayden got down on top of him and smirked, pushing the hair out of his eyes and cradling the side of his face. "I got you." Hayden teased, tweaking one of his nipples and leaning down to kiss him.
"Mhmm!" Caspian hummed, pleasure thrumming through his body at the touch. Their lips were moving together slowly, Caspian noticed finally that his dick was achingly hard. "I let you get me, so... what's my prize?" Hayden smiled mischievously and looked down over Caspian with a heated, lustful gaze. Hayden didn't really have to say anything, Caspian knew just what his prize was.
Hayden.
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This is a personal fantasy of mine and everyone in this story is in their 30s
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We agreed (read: she told me) to meet for drinks ahead of time and that I'd wear something sexy under my work clothes. I had picked out a cute thong, a fairly femme lace jock and a pair of see through mesh briefs that I thought would all be exciting to be seen in (and hopefully to see) and packed them in my bag to change into before I left for drinks.
The day ended up being chaotic which was probably for the best as we had been talking a lot about the activities we planned the days leading up to this night and I had been very distracted at work, worked up and the constant excitement was causing my dick to drip precum unexpectedly throughout the day, causing me to be on high alert that I would walk into a meeting or talk to someone on my team with an obvious fresh cum stain on the front of my pants.
When it was finally time to go to dinner I was originally going to start the night wearing the lace jock as I thought that would get the biggest reaction but then realized if I did that, everything else would probably feel less exciting. Instead I slipped out of pants and underwear in the bathroom and slipped on the very small thong I had brought, feeling it rest teasingly against my hole and holding my dick and balls comfortably in place.
I hadn't worn a thong under my normal clothes in what felt like years and the sensation of my bare cheeks rubbing against the rough fabric of my chinos was alarmingly tantalizing and I was worried I'd be noticeably hard or, worse yet, dripping through my pants before I got to the restaurant.
When I got there I secured us some seats at the end of the bar and waited a few minutes for her to arrive. When she showed up my heart fluttered a bit with nervousness and my brain was already turning to mush anxious for the night. She wore a long coat and underneath had a skirt with a slit up her leg that exposed her thigh while she sat next to me; her tight pantyhose hugging her thighs and gliding luxuriously under my hands as we talked and had a couple drinks.
We had agreed on just two drinks and then we'd leave for her apartment so as we finished our drinks and I paid the check I called a car for us and my excitement continued to grow. I had promised to make her bed in just my underwear when we got to her house and was excited to be exposed in front of her and the large windows next to her bed. In the car we sat close with her leg over mine and her hand slowly tracing light circles up the inside of my thigh, timing it so for the last minute or so she was teasing my dick through my pants. I could feel myself stiffening and straining against the front of the thing which in turn was pulling the back of the thong tighter and deeper into my crack and my hole.
Finally we were at her house, both of us turned on and excited for the night to come. We started with me stripping down in front of her and letting her see my body in the thong I wore. Then, as instructed ahead of time I got to work making her bed, taking care to do a good job and not rush it. Luxuriating in the sense that I was being useful, being objectified and was incredibly exposed. Once the bed was made she instructed me to fetch and tray and bring it to the bed to set down beside the pet blanket that covered most of the bed and as I grabbed it I discovered an assortment of curated sexual gear including a strapon, lube, a vibrator, a tongue attachment for a wand, baby wipes and a lube shooter. Needless to say it was a delightful bit of foreshadowing.
Afterwards she excused herself to clean up a bit and told me to change into my other underwear. I was excited to oblige and quickly scurried across the room to my bag to pull out the lace jock And get it in place with the thin, delicate straps perfectly framing my ass under the lace band. I ran back and waited for her to come to the bed with eager anticipation. When she did she could only see the front of the jock which just looked like lacey panties and she immediately started to feel me up, rolling me over on the bed like I was a pet or a doll to see the back and eagerly grabbed at my ass when she saw the open back to them.
She grabbed me and felt up my body and my ass like I was her property to explore and enjoy how she wanted and we made out while I grabbed at her in return. We made out for a bit while she straddled me, grabbing at each other as I worked to get her clothes off of her. There was a brief pause and she got up to grab some water and her weed pen and while I sat unsure of what to do with myself she suggested that, in the interest of not taking another break I should go to the bathroom and clean myself out to prepare. It was nerve wracking and exciting to be bent over on the floor of her bathroom giving myself an enema and felt incredibly vulnerable knowing I was doing this seemingly dirty thing for the sole purpose of letting the beautiful woman in the next room fuck me mercilessly with her huge strapon.
When I finished up, cleaned myself up and came back she was seated with her back propped up against the back of the bed wearing a long soft silk robe and indicated I was meant to sit between her legs with my back toward her. She took that opportunity to reach her long legs around me interlock them with mine making it impossible to move and get away while her hands reached in front of me and slowly, teasingly stroked my dick while I slowly realized the firm pressure I felt against my back was the head of the large girthly dildo she had strapped securely to her hips. She was kissing my neck while I panted and shifted around trying trying to stimulate myself against her hand to no avail. I guess it was obvious to her (or else she was just as excited as I was) that I wanted to be fucked so badly I could barely stand it and asked me what I wanted. I was embarrassed to say it but I couldn't hold back and admitted I wanted her to fuck me with that hard shaft she had been pressing into my back and she leaned in and asked if I wanted to be on my back to start while making it clear I was expected to give clear, honest feedback of what I wanted. What I wanted right then was to be bent over like a slut in front of her while she wrecked my hole so I told her (omitting some of those details) that I really wanted to start bent over.
When she let me up I climbed forward on all fours and instinctively pressed my face and chest into her mattress with my back arched, my legs spread and my ass hungrily in the air. Her comments about how attractive I looked in that position, which also dripped with commentary on how quickly and naturally I assumed the position, had my heart fluttering. I had wanted to be fucked for so long and I knew I was moments away from this large cock (that I wasn't sure I'd even be able to fit inside of me) stretching me open and pushing its way deep inside of me in ways that were going to leave me helpless to resist.
Rather than just jump straight into pushing it inside me she started by grabbing and admiring my ass and placing sweet kisses on my cheeks before she, very unexpectedly, dragged her soft warm tongue against my hole. I let out an audible moan in response and arched my back a little further to show my enjoyment. I could feel her tongue gently gliding around the outside of my tight hole and then felt it every so slightly slip past the outermost surface, making me suddenly all too aware of how tense I was and forcing me to consciously relax myself so she wouldn't feel any resistance. While I was nervous in general and this was a vulnerable space for me to be in, having felt for so long like no woman actually wanted to do these things so much as they would put up with it if it was something I asked for, I was confident when she stopped that it wasn't because she wasn't enjoying it but rather that she was too excited by my moaning to wait any longer.
She pulled back and spread some lube over my ass with her fingers which she very quickly escalated from a surface task to an interior task, not hesitating to slide her digit inside of me and feel her way around. Soon she was fucking me with her finger and I was moaning, slightly pushing my hips back and enjoying the sensation of surrendering to her touch, knowing that for the rest of the night I was going to be doing everything I could to accommodate any desire wanted to explore with my body... luxuriating in the feeling that she wanted me and wanted my body and found my body to be a source of pleasure in a way that had more to do with what she could do to me and what I wanted to let her have access to rather than what I could do to her (although she was certainly giving me access to a set of desires that were as elusive for her as this was for me). It was the feeling I had been trying to capture for some time and I would learn soon that to be feeling that so early on was a sign that the rest of the night would lead me to spaces of pure ecstasy and wanton lustful disregard for any sense of what was proper or respectable.
...... to be continued with Part 2 soon
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This is Part of the Series - The Making of Mr Fourways
<em>This is a sort of bonus story for those who might be curious, as Bella was, about Alex Hughes' odd sexual requirements. It was supposed to end at the end of his second year and just reference the events in the second, but it kept going... Actually, as I write this, I will split it and publish at the same time. Now three parts.</em>
<em>I don't expect high ratings but here goes.</em>
<em>This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don't flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.</em>
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<strong><em>1. The Breaking of Alex Hughes</em></strong>
<em><u>My Homelife.</u></em>
I grew up in a small village, well actually in a bungalow on a small holding at the edge of the village and walked about two miles each day to the local primary school. Later, I went to the Comprehensive in the nearest town, an hour on the bus and as the buses only ran once and hour I had to get back straight after school finished so I could help my father with the animals; pigs, rabbits and geese.
I was an only child as my father darkly said. "You almost killed your mother." I later discovered that although they were recommended that she have me in hospital, they had insisted on a home birth until she had to be rushed in by ambulance and by then it was touch and go if either of us would survive.
I had a few friends, male a female, in the village but nothing significant. I had an old bike, a real sit up and beg post war dark green 'Raleigh: Four Speed: All Steel Bicycle' one. When I turned 17 my father taught me to drive, in case I needed to help him, but the only vehicle was my father's old Land Rover which he used for work and not for recreation.
We had a computer, in the living room, and broadband so slow you couldn't stream movies, or anything else, so it was for homework. I also think my parents had gone for the whole 'internet security' package as when friends at school had suggested sites they all came up with <Can't connect to server> types of errors.
I was given the odd USB with porn on and had acquired a few magazines, but they were little in the way of education on how to men and women fucked.
<em><u>University Beckons.</u></em>
Possibly, due to lack of distractions, I did well enough at school and got the A levels (As in Advanced Levels) to go to University just before my 19th birthday. My father was not best pleased, but as I qualified for support grants and full student loans he couldn't stop me. The only Universities were too far for me to live at home and so I ended up at one about a hundred miles from home to do my chosen Civil Engineering course.
I had to make my own way to the University, and I had to find accommodation and through the pressure of time, finding something close to Campus and low cost. Due to a notice in a local shop window, I ended up a tenant with Mrs Jennings, quite a full-figured woman in her early forties. She lived in a two-bedroom terraced house and my room was a small single bed and I had to share the bathroom with Mrs Jennings, but there was no Mr Jennings, so less pressure on the facilities.
I thought I had lucked out in that the accommodation included breakfast, packed lunch and dinner, but that meant that, everyday, I was tied to when I had to be back.
<em><u>My (Mis-)Education.</u></em>
For the first week, I had missed Fresher's Week as I couldn't afford the time and money to get to University a week before lectures began, I was busy finding my way around Campus, and meeting people. Unfortunately, most of the societies meeting times meant that I couldn't go as I had to be back for dinner at seven and Mrs Jennings kept me talking until nearly eight. After that I had to get on with work for the classes. I didn't realise how much I was being manipulated as a lot of it was like at home, but Mrs Jennings was a lot nicer to talk to and she seemed to be flirting with me.
Maybe I should say Mrs Jennings was in her early forties, quite short, full figure and what is termed 'hansom' which means very nice to look at, but not pretty, or rather what pretty can grow up to be. She had a job as a cook in a local school, so was always making very nice food.
<em><u>The Hot Flash.</u></em>
On Wednesday night the middle of the second week I was finishing up on coursework and thinking about getting ready for bed when there was knock on the door, so I said come in, knowing who it would be. The door opened and Mrs Jennings was there with a cup of, as it turned out, hot chocolate, but also wearing a thin dressing gown that was gaping right down to the belt.
She smiled and said softly. "It's a bit colder tonight. I thought you might need warming up before you go to sleep." And with that put her left hand on the back of my chair and leaned forward place the cup on the small desk. The result was that I could see her right breast through the gap. She turned her face to mine, smiled, winked and then straightened and grabbed the front of her gown as if surprised.
Well, I wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't much but it was my first real life breast, and then I focused on the cup and ditheringly said. "Thank you."
She smiled again and winked whilst letting go the gown. "You are welcome." And she moved in a way that nearly, or possibly, flashed both breasts before she turned away and as she left I got a good impression of the shape of her backside.
I heard her use the bathroom and having drunk the hot chocolate, I waited a bit before I went and cleaned my teeth and went to bed. Lying there, my mind fantasised that I could have reached out and held that breast, kissed it like in the couple of porn films I had watched, and nearly got caught doing so, and realised I had a raging hard on. I fumbled for some tissues and got some relief, but that didn't last long and so I had to do it again and then lie flat on my stomach and ignore myself until the morning alarm sounded on my phone.
I was embarrassed at breakfast and had to keep my eyes on my plate as it seemed that Mrs Jennings body was screaming for attention and my cock was screaming at me to attend to it. I'd have to find somewhere else to live but I hardly knew anyone yet to ask about crashing out at their digs.
I was about to leave the table and grab my rucksack when she said. "Don't be back late, I have a nice meal planned." Like the well-mannered person I was brought up to be, I replied. "Thanks Mrs Jennings, I'll be on time." And I knew that I meant I had to be.
The meal was very nice, not that the earlier ones weren't, and there was desert, which was new, and a glass of wine, which was unexpected. Naturally we talked and she asked about my course and any girlfriends back home, a no from me, and I overcame my embarrassment about the hot chocolate incident. As a result of the desert and wine it was after half eight before I got back to my room and work.
<em><u>The Heat is On.</u></em>
I was still busy when there was a knock again at ten and she was there with another cup of hot chocolate and she repeated the same flashing of her breasts, but more so. Mrs Jennings didn't leave straightaway this time and started talking about the weather, which had got colder, and the house not having any central heating. I was starting to drink the hot chocolate; in fact she told me to, and then said I had dribbled some on my chin. With that, she put a hand in her gown to get a handkerchief, she managed to flash her panties, which left little to the imagination. I spluttered and now did have chocolate on my face, so she licked a finger, wiped it on my lips and then sucked the finger in a long slow way. I froze as my cock suddenly sprang to life, with painful consequences and I could hardly rearrange it with her stood there.
She smiled, in a knowing way, turned and left waving her hips at me. Over her shoulder she purred. "Don't forget the empty cup when you have finished." And left me frustrated. It took me three goes to get settled enough to go to sleep and I would need to buy more tissues at this rate, I had to watch the pennies.
Friday morning was not quite a repeat of Thursday as I felt that I knew it wasn't an accident and so I could look at Mrs Jennings without feeling guilty or wondering about leaving. I was told not to be late for dinner as she had another nice meal planned. So that was settled.
It was a nice meal, but I was distracted by the dress that Mrs Jennings was wearing which seemed to be almost a red version of the dressing gown that she had worn on the previous two nights, but I could see she had black tights, or possibly stockings, on and quite high heels. Actually, I was also distracted by the fact that she was wearing makeup, not a lot, but enough to have gone out somewhere nice and not what you would wear indoors.
<em><u>Dessert is Served.</u></em>
I had to take the opportunity when she left to get dessert, to adjust my cock that was getting very uncomfortable. Then she called from the kitchen. "Close your eyes, I want desert to be a surprise!" So I did and my imagination had her enter the room with a tray, with nothing on it... or her. I was mistaken.
"Open your eyes!" Which I did slowly but my jaw dropped quickly. I couldn't see any desert, to eat, but Mrs Jennings was stood there in a red corset that didn't cover her breasts, they were stood bare, with red nipples. It also had suspenders holding her black stockings and she had a pair of shear red panties that seemed to be folded into her front crease. It was fortunate that I had adjusted myself or I would have been in agony.
She smiled. "I can see you approve of dessert."
I blustered. "Mrs Jennings, I ah what...? I'm not supposed..."
She leant towards me and huskily said. "Please call me Rachel, and one, who says you are not supposed to lust for me and two, the tissues in your waste bin tell me that you do, and rather a lot!" I was frozen and kicking myself for not emptying the bin.
She leant further in putting her right hand on the table and took my right hand and put it on her left breast. I was total putty in her hands and then she kissed me, straight in with her tongue as I still hadn't closed mine, than I felt her hand on my cock which she squeezed.
She broke off the kiss and said. "Very promising and I hope it tastes as nice as the tissues. Time for bed young man." She stood, and I followed unsure whether to run, or hide or object so I did my default of obeying.
<em><u>Lessons in Lust.</u></em>
We entered her room and it was definitely feminine, with lots of colours and frills and warmth, so much warmer than my room next door. She laid on the bed and said. "Please get undressed and let me see if you look as nice as I think you do." I stood there immobile.
She, Rachel, looked a bit disappointed and got back onto her hands and knees and moved to the end of the bed. "I see I will have to motivate you." And she rose up and offered one breast into my mouth, putting her left hand behind my head. "Kiss it for me." I obeyed, half to Rachel and half to my desire Once I gave in I not only kissed and sucked the nipple, but my hands rose to both breasts to fondle them, my first actual breasts, and they were delightful, and I switched to the other nipple, which tasted as divine as the first.
I felt my belt being worked on, and then the button and then the zip, and then my trousers falling, and then my boxers, and then a warm hand on my cock and another on my balls. Then Rachel said. "Step back and let me see what I have here?" I relinquished her tits and stood back and she moved to be sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Oh very nice. Nice and thick, more than a handful and unwrapped. I see you are excited already." There was a dribble of thick liquid there, as it often was. And I nearly had a heart attack as she lowered her head to lick it off. "Oh, just like your tissues advertised, we are going to have such fun. Now top off and kick your trousers and shoes off, no socks either!"
I obeyed, not much else I could do with my cock and balls in her hands like that. I stammered. "Mrs Je..." I reacted to a warning squeeze. "Rachel, what do you want from me?"
She looked my naked body up and down and then her left had freed my balls and slid up my stomach and chest, her smile indicating approval of what she found. "What I want from you is to obey my wishes so that I can enjoy your young body. I hope you will enjoy that as well. I also want you to keep this between us as it may be unfortunate for you if anyone else finds out what you have been doing to me." I realised that I was well and truly stitched up like a kipper, so I would go with the flow, 'what else can a poor boy do'.
I relaxed, knowing that nothing bad was going to happen. I was both right and wrong, until I met Bella, but that would be many years of heartache and frustration away. Rachel then asked an embarrassing question. "Have you been with many girls?"
I understood her meaning. "No, I haven't been with any girls." I thought that would be a problem, so naive.
She had a wicked smile. "Oh poor them, they have missed the boat. Such a lovely boat. But all the better for me that you won't have to use condoms until you were tested." She paused wondering what to do next. "Right, I am going to try out this love boat of yours, but Do Not come in my mouth! Let me know when you are coming, though I will know, and Don't make a mess of the bed. With that she took my cock in her mouth and started to bob on and off it.
After a short while she leant back. "Oh! Such a virgin. Alex, whilst I am doing this, please stroke my hair or shoulders or breasts but don't stand there like a statue of a Greek God, though you look like one." Working for my father meant that I was trim though not ripped. And with that she went back to working on my cock. I hesitated but a look up at me and a quick squeeze of my balls and my hands firstly ran through her hair and then stroked her shoulders and then I could, but stooping slightly, work on her breasts.
I wasn't doing that for long when I suddenly knew I was going to come. "Mrs... Rache..." She pulled off but I realised that if I came I would either hit her face or miss and hit the bed. I groaned and clamped all my pelvic muscles and felt my orgasm pulse but only a small amount of spunk leaked out of my cock which partly softened.
Rachel looked at me, raised an eyebrow and said approvingly. "Good control there my young man." She leant forward and licked the small bead of spunk off the tip. "Oh very tasty, but such a little serving." She then paused, gave the head of my cock a little suck and tickle with her tongue and releasing it looked at me. "Are you ready already?" Then accusingly. "Or didn't you just come?"
I babbled. "I er, came but you told me not to shoot, but it does that, sort of not going down, much and then up again, it's embarrassing sometimes."
"Or useful." She seemed to think. "Would you like to fuck my tits, but again don't come on me, understood?!" I understood I was being offered more sex, and nodded, but didn't understand how you fucked tits, I supposed I was about to find out.
So in short order I was standing there with Mrs.. Rachel holding her tits around my cock, bathed in special lubricant from Ann Summers, rutting as best I could. I could see the head of my cock appearing and disappearing and her breasts being dragged up and down my pelvis as I did as I was told.
I knew what it was doing to me, but not what it was doing to Rachel, but her face with upturned to look at mine and her mouth went into a circle and her breathing was panting and her eyelids fluttered and her body shook and then I said. "I'm done!" And with another surge I clamped my body down against my orgasm and only a small shot came out of the tip. Rachel looked down and I don't know if she was pleased or disappointed, but she took the small splodge off her body with her finger and sucked it clean.
"Interesting, but time now for you to put your mouth to work. I don't suppose you have licked a pussy before?" My mind was a bit of a fog and I just looked, and was, dumb. Rachel signed. "Alex, have you ever felt a woman's sex before, let alone used you mouth down there?"
I hung my head is shame. "Sorry, I haven't, I don't know what to do it wasn't in the couple of porn films I have seen."
She lifted my face to look at he, shook her head but with a smile. "Such a virgin. Such fun." Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled and my cock surged in her hand. "You will learn the right way to pleasure a woman. Lesson one, removing her clothing. Oh, actually that's tomorrow's lesson. Today's lesson, removing panties." This turned out to be more complex that I imagined, especially with the short time it took her to strip me. I later found that, in the right circumstances, a woman removing my clothing can be fantastic, but Rachel missed that lesson herself.
To summarise, the aim is to make the woman want her panties to be removed, almost to the point of frustration. My lesson was that firstly whist pleasuring her breasts with my left hand and mouth, I had to stroke and massage her 'pussy' with my right hand paying attention to the whole area, but especially the valley and the little mountain at its top. Then moving lower to kiss the bare legs between the stockings and corset, particularly on the inner sides, all whilst still massaging her pussy.
Then kisses along the top edge of the panties and then nuzzling and tonguing of the valley before slowly rolling down the panties and drawing them over the ankles. Of course, as part of this I got to breathe in her delightful musk.
The next lesson was how to complete the stimulation of the woman to climax. This including how to use fingers to spread her lips to facilitate the use of my tongue to work up and down the valley and to tickle and suck from time to time on her clitoris. To delve with my tongue at her entrance to make it with my saliva and her juices dripping wet. This meant tasting her wonderful nectar and also her having two strong climaxes, well I thought they were until the next part of the lesson.
The final part of the exercise was penetration of her vagina with my fingers and finding and massaging her g-spot whilst still using my mouth and thumb on her clit and my other hand roving over her body until she was screaming and shaking and sobbing and calling on me to fuck her.
Rachel laid back and spread her legs, her pussy framed by the corset, suspenders and stockings. She said. "Come and fuck me big boy!" I positioned myself in the classic position and Rachel grabbed my cock, hard and looked at me hard. "DON'T YOU DARE Come in me!" I nodded and she pulled me into her body.
I had to admit the sensation of my cock in Rachel's pussy was beyond my imagining, but my pleasure was haunted by the edict about coming, or rather not-coming, in her. Possibly this ensured that I thrust in a slow and measured way, following Rachel's command to rock my hips, to change angles, to try her legs over my arms and then shoulders. To use a hand to press on her pubic bone with my thumb massaging her clit to make her come again.
I was, at Rachel's prompting of her hands on my backside, pounding her hard when she came and that tripped me, but again I clenched and held my orgasm with a mighty groan. Immediately Rachel thew me off her body and critically examined my cock and then probed herself and then smiled.
"What a clever boy, now, once you are ready, you may come on my stomach." And with that she removed her corset and stockings; then laid back and got me to straddle her hips. She gently stroked my cock until I was hard again, which took very little time, and then commanded. "Right, bring yourself to climax, and hurry as I am very tired."
I might have found it difficult, but suddenly presented with Rachel's naked body I dutifully wanked myself and then Rachel reached out and started to massage my balls, the only downside being her comment. "Oh and you will need to shave these if you want me to lick them."
I was nearing my climax when she said. "Aim it at my stomach and come for me big boy." So I did with three hard shots and a few remaining dribbles and as I let go, Rachel grabbed it and continued to tug at it as if seeking to get more. With her other hand she started to scoop up my spunk and feed it into her mouth, with every indication of enjoyment.
When she let go of my cock I sat back and watched her. "Very nice, I'll enjoy a lot more of you young man, but go and get me a flannel to clean myself and then go to your room and I will see you at breakfast." And I was dismissed to sleep alone. Part satisfied, part bewildered, part curious. What I had noticed as I went to the loo was that my water was mixed with cloudy fluid.
<em><u>Personal Services.</u></em>
For the next two years I was Rachel's sex slave and with me at her beck and call she both perfected my technique and extended hers. She had apparently never done anal sex and had me research what she needed and to buy, but it was bought in my name.
Hand jobs and anal sex were the two exceptions to coming and I far preferred the latter and eventually accepted this as normal. I also accepted as normal having to perform oral sex, tit fuck, pussy fuck and then ideally anal, or hand job before I eventually came, and if externally, just on her tummy.
<em>(continued... 2. The Making of Mr Fourways)</em>
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My eyes are glued to screen as another thought passes my head, 'he's dead, isn't he?' That was the burning question that swirled round my head. I couldn't get it out of my head. I watched the screen with frustration, I nibbled on my finger that was already moving on its own to my awaiting mouth.
I gnawed at my fingernail, continuously watching the screen -- nothing. I growled as my eyes flashed from their usual dark brown shade to the electric pink shade. I shook my head stopping myself before I shifted. I couldn't shift -- not yet anyways. Not until I found what I was looking for, and that something hadn't come yet.
I continued biting my finger only stopping when I tasted the metallic taste in my mouth, I brought the cut finger out of my mouth as I observed it closely. I wiped it against the white lab coat I stole from a random scientist, then put it back inside my mouth.
I'm not going to tell you all the details and as to why I'm sat inside a shitty surveillance room watching random monitors, but that will all be explained as soon as he appears. I growled, my eyes switching from monitor to monitor. I banged the desk, tapping my bare foot against the metal pole, "Where the fuck is he!" I snarled feeling the same feeling I have felt many times over. I stopped myself by crunching down on my finger.
My eyes scrunched up in pain, but that feeling disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. I looked anxiously at the monitors again, sweat dripped down my back as I wiped the back of my neck with my bloodied hand. Just when I thought everything was lost, I stopped. It was him!
I got up from the rickety, old chair I sat on as I pushed it away with my leg, I griped the monitor as I saw him walk almost animalistic towards a long corridor. My eyes switched quickly between brown and pink -- I was happy, it was him.
I watched the monitor closely as he had his head down -- but I knew it was the man I was after. I looked closer as I witnessed two strange males carrying his arms in their large hands. I threw my leg out as I caught the spinning chair. I pushed it back towards me as I sat down quickly, I smashed at the keyboard as I continued to monitor the two strange looking males.
They were human - I mean they looked human, almost. What gave it away was their vacant, whitewashed eyes. They walked quickly, far quicker than the average human male. I analysed them, but as I looked closer, I was shocked; they had no mouth. I was perplexed, mumbling to myself, "Experiments, really Derek." I pulled at my hair roughly.
I bit my tongue as I crashed the keyboards hacking into their software. I hacked in quickly as I sighed in relief. I strained my eyes as I flashed between documents trying to find their profiles. I smacked the desk, watching as a cold cup of coffee fell over. I scratched my head as I clicked the file. I skimmed my eyes through the contents blowing my cheeks out in a huff. I quietly murmured to myself, "What the frickle frack!" I continuously clicked as my eyes read faster trying to find any sort of relevant information.
It was then that I found what I was looking for, "Drake, you piece of shit." I tutted as my head shook from side to side. I clicked further down but was stopped when a flashing warning came up on the monitor's screen. I pulled at my hair in frustration, "took them long enough. Bloody slow pokes. Show time is it then?" I spoke to myself, oh and the men I had killed to access this room.
I stepped out of the chair, taking of the almost white lab coat (as it was covered in god knows what); I threw it on the floor. I stretched my back, sighing in relief as I heard the familiar pop. I jumped back to the monitors as I heard commotion.
I rolled my eyes as I pushed my smudged glasses further up my nose. I sniffed feeling liquid run down from my nose, I used my long-sleeved shirt to wipe up the mess -- it was blood. I rolled my eyes, "not today, don't fail me now genetics." I groaned feeling my head pound.
My head raised itself as my eyes were glued to the monitor which he was on. It looked like the guards had stopped and he was left on his own. I watched as his lowered head started to lift. I laid transfixed waiting to see what he looked like. I growl out in frustration, "come on. Come on." I was losing my patience as it almost took a century.
I grabbed at my hair tighter as I clicked my sharp fingernail against the desk. I kicked the metal pole with my naked foot in agitation. I chewed at my bottom lip, feeling blood seep inside of my mouth -- I swallowed.
The man lifted his head and stared right at the security camera, I blew out a breath, "Holy shit." I felt myself become mesmerised with his bright pink eyes as they seemed to be staring right into my soul.
I quickly fell of the chair landing with a loud bang, I groaned rubbing my ankle, "ow." I gripped the side of the desk but was stopped when a gloved hand grasped my fingers tightly.
I tried getting the gloved hand on me by kicking at the intruder, it was no use. Their grip was too strong. I shook violently as I felt my eyes shift again from brown to pink. I whipped my head quickly to the sound of a door slamming shut and being locked. I snarled feeling my teeth ache.
I heard the sound of shoes as they clacked against the hard wood floor, my body shook more violently as I smelt the familiar, disgusting smell of him. "Derek," I spit out venomously as I heard his evil laughter.
I saw Derek emerge from the darkness as he stepped close to me, he stared down at me with a manic smile, "Hello my favourite pet," I snapped as I lunged at Derek, but I was pushed down onto the floor by a heavy boot, I snarled even louder thrashing around.
My eyes continued to flash between the two colours and Derek saw this as he smiled evilly, he bent down gripping my hair in his hand roughly, "Perfect, you were keeping this from me weren't you pet?" He asked evilly as he tugged at my hair harshly.
I didn't make a sound, nor did I move a muscle as I stared in him, I briefly saw fear flash through his eyes just for a brief moment -- but that was quickly covered with his signature cocky smirk. He pushed the guard whose boot laid upon my back; Derek proceeded to pull me up by the hair which made my eyes scrunch in pain. I growled out animalistically as I used my finger to claw at his leg.
I was smacked hard across the mouth; the force of the slap forced my face against the wall at quick speed. My face collided with the wall as a deafening crunch was heard all around the surveillance room.
I laid their motionless as blood ran down from the open gash in my head. My body shook violently as I laid unable to move. Tears leaked out of my eyes at the pain was unbearable, I felt Derek lower himself on his knees looking down on me as he laughed, "Care to do that again, Jade?" He spat at me with venom.
I couldn't answer I just pushed myself away from him as my figure shook violently. My head whipped from left to right as I tried to figure out an escape route, but my eyes locked with a pissed Derek. I shivered even more as I shielded my hands in front of my already battered face. More tears leaked out of my eyes, as my eyes flashed their brightest pink.
I lowered my gaze as I tried to shield myself from Derek's view, it was too late. He gripped my chin with his fat fingers as he brought my face to his, he moved my head from side to side as he finally spoke, "My experiment work, guards take her to him. She's ready."
It was like a switch flipped inside of me after hearing those filthy words coming from his ugly mouth I pounced, I pounced on top of him as I ripped at his face, snarling as I did so. My body convulsed as I threw countless guards who came near me at a wall.
I snarled showing my bloodied fangs that dropped from my gums. I used my taloned fingers as I dug my nails into his cheek watching as he screamed out in pain. I slashed his face as I heaved.
I stumbled of his body that was shivering and shaking. I watched silently as I saw Derek grab his face with a shaky hand. He stumbled up from where he laid and ran out of the door, not even spearing me glance -- which I didn't mind as I stumbled to the desk gripping it tightly in my hands. I heard it snap as I broke the desk in two, I stared at the monitor as I gript my head feeling a sense of uneasiness wash over me.
He was gone, the monitor showed the two guards on the floor covered with blood. I screamed in agony as my hands shot across the desk throwing everything on the floor in a fit of rage. I witnessed what I had done as I breathed heavily. I pushed my glasses up my nose as I stumbled out of the opened door and walked out.
I used my hands as I balanced against the wall as I stumbled down the corridor. I heard shouting as my ears tried to focus on what they were saying, I thumped my head as I couldn't hear them. I raced down the corridor as I saw the blinking 'exit' sign. I rushed closer, biting my tongue as pain coursed through my entire body. I bit back a scream that threatened to tear through my bloodied lips.
The exit was in sight, I snarled stopping in my tracks There Derek stood with his signature smirk as he covered his face with his hand. I stumbled as I tried to get away, "AHHH!" I tumbled to the floor feeling electricity race through my body.
I laid as my body convulsed unable to move as I laid their drool dripping from my mouth, I faintly saw Derek as he raised his foot in front of my face. He sneered at me as I faintly made out what he said, "Bring her to Evander."
Tears leaked out of my eyes pathetically as that name blanched my body in fear, I didn't recall anything more as Derek slammed his heavy boot down onto my face...
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Given the massive number of channels available, it amazes me how often Rosa and I can't find something that we both want to watch. We tend to compromise, either I'll watch something I like while Rosa reads an online book, or she'll watch something she likes while I play a game on my phone (glancing up occasionally if there's a hot babe on screen). That evening, we'd decided to watch something we would both enjoy, but after 15 minutes of searching we'd disagreed on everything.
"How about a game?" She suggested, as she got up from the sofa. "That's what you were meant to be doing tonight." It was true. I should have been at my weekly games night, but my friends were all down with colds. Still, Rosa suggesting a game was a rare thing which I would always take her up on. She opened the sideboard and took out the scrabble board. Far from my favourite, but I didn't want to push my luck and suggest something else. We left the TV on the comedy channel as background noise, a constant stream of Friends episodes showed on the planner.
Rosa's vocabulary was much richer than mine, but she tended to leave the double and triple word spaces open. So, after a half dozen rounds there were only a few points between us.
"You know you look up whenever Rachel speaks?"
"I don't", I replied, just seconds before Rachel spoke and I looked up again.
"There, you did it again!".
"Well, you can't deny that she's hot. Why shouldn't I look? Looking doesn't hurt. It's not like I'm going to be able to do anything more than look, is it!"
Rosa sighed disapprovingly and took five letters out of the bag. She'd just played the word RABBIT down the right-hand edge. The triple word space in the bottom right corner was just below it. ["She's mad!"] I thought. ["If only I had an S."] I didn't. In fact, I had six vowels and an N. I decided to skip a go and change all my letters. ["I can't get anything worse!"]
"I know what you look up for." She smirked, as she delicately played the word NIPPLES along the bottom row, the S in the bottom right also making the word RABBITS. I gasped. She wrote down her score. 125. ["Wow!"].
I looked up. She smiled at me. I'm not sure what stunned me the most, her mocking me about Rachel's nipples or the fact that I now had practically no chance of winning. We played on. I recovered a bit, but by the end she'd beaten me by 69 points.
"Do you want a drink?" She asked as I packed the board away.
"Please. There should be a beer in the fridge."
"Is this what you find so hot about Rachel?" She said as she returned. I looked up. She had changed into a tight-fitting vest top, her now erect nipples showing that she'd taken her bra off and therefore had nothing underneath. We both laughed.
"Another game?" I asked.
"Maybe later. Let's have our drinks first." She handed me my beer and snuggled down beside me. The commercials ended and the next episode of Friends began: 'The one with Frank Jr.'.
For readers that aren't familiar with that episode of Friends, in 'The one with Frank Jr.' (series 3 episode 5) 'freebie lists' are created: Lists of five celebrities you can sleep with without it being considered unfaithful to your real-life partner.
I'd seen the episode many times before and had my freebie list hidden safely. I wondered if Rosa had a freebie list.
As the episode ended, Rosa turned to face me and said, with some fierceness "What if you could do more than look?" "Would Rachel be on your list?"
After I'd made a few incoherent sounds she laughed, swung herself onto my lap and pulled her vest top off over her head. "Whilst you can't have Rachel's, you can have mine" she said as she sunk her tongue into my gaping mouth, and we had the longest passionate kiss we'd had for several years.
Rosa and I are in our mid-forties and have been together since senior school. We'd got married before we turned twenty, and have never been with anyone else. We'd never wanted to be with anyone else. Our sex life was, we assumed, normal for our age. Now that the kids had left home, we had brief sexual encounters a couple of times a week. We didn't experiment much, having found positions that worked for us. It was loving and satisfying, but not passionate or exhilarating. I watched the odd bit of porn and jerked off on occasion. Rosa throwing herself at me like this was most unusual.
As we kissed, I ran my hands up and down her spine, before leaving my left hand rubbing the small of her back and massaging her neck with my right. Massaging her back was something I knew always turned her on. Her tongue was exploring every millimetre of my mouth as her hands clenched my head. She pushed her pelvis down onto me as my cock stiffened and pulsed. I was about to move my hands to her arse when she pulled away, stood up, switched the TV off, and disappeared out of the room. ["What now?"] I thought.
"You coming?" she called. I didn't need a second invitation. I followed her, passing her jeans and knickers on the stairs, I found her turning on the shower. "Still dressed" she said disappointedly. I almost fell over as I yanked my jeans and boxers off and then pulled my shirt over my head. I stood watching as Rosa lathered herself. Her body was in great shape for her age, due to regular workouts and spa treatments.
"As I said, whilst you can't have Rachel's, you can have mine" she repeated as she jiggled her tits at me, with a {"Come and get me"} expression in her eyes.
As I entered the shower she turned away and placed her head against the wall. I pressed up close behind her, lifting my erection into her arse crack and reached around to fondle her tits. As I kissed the back of her neck I glanced sideways to the mirror. I could see that her hands were stroking her crouch. Soon a finger disappeared between her legs, and she sighed as she pulled it back and forth, fingering herself as I bit softly on her neck and played with her erect nipples. I moved my hands to take over from hers'.
"No" she said, "Stay there. I like what you're doing to me".
"And what you're doing to you" I added.
"Yes" she sighed "that too". My cock twinged. I took a deep breath. ["Hold on."] I told myself. ["Enjoy the show."]
I watched in the mirror as one finger became two, her strokes became longer and faster, and her thumb pushed against (I assumed) her clit. I alternated between pinching her nipples and massaging her tits as I kissed or bit softly on her neck and shoulders. Rosa's breathing quickened and she started moaning as her climax approached. Her buttocks grasped my cock as she shuddered, and I thought she was going to collapse. I held her up as her breathing slowed. The shower was starting to go cold. I reached to turn it off as Rosa turned to face me.
She dropped to her knees and took my manhood in her right hand. She lifted it up and slid her tongue along the underside. Gripping it tight she kissed my balls and then sucked them into her mouth. I groaned. As she sucked my balls and stroked my cock with her right hand, I looked down to see that her left hand was back between her legs, gently stroking herself. I closed my eyes. After a few minutes she moved her mouth to the tip of my cock and kissed it as her right hand stroked its length and her left hand caressed my balls.
She gradually worked my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. At about halfway she gagged and pulled away slightly. After a shift in her position, she tried again. Slowly inching me in until I was buried deep in her throat. She pulled back slowly, her teeth scraping along the top and her tongue swirling along the bottom, until I was completely out, and she licked my tip. She repeated the process several times. I couldn't remember the last time Rosa had sucked my cock, and it certainly never felt this good.
After a half dozen or so repetitions, I knew I would soon explode. As she kissed the tip she looked up and smiled "You ready to fill my stomach with your seed?", I looked down and nodded. Not that there would be any seed, given that I'd had a vasectomy a couple of years ago. Her right hand pumped back and forth so fast that it became a blur. I closed my eyes again as she swallowed my entire length as her hands tugged and squeezed my balls. I groaned as spurt after spurt of cum ejaculated deep inside my wife. She didn't need to swallow as those first spurts must have gone straight down. As the spurts continued, she pulled back until I was only halfway in and then I felt her swallow after every couple. When they finally ceased, I started to soften, so I pulled out and joined her kneeling on the floor.
"Thank you." I said.
"You're welcome." She replied.
We knelt looking at each other until my breathing had returned to normal. Our stomachs rumbled. Rosa gave me a quick peck on the lips, stood up, opened the shower door, grabbed a towel which she wrapped around herself and disappeared through the door.
["What now?"] I wondered. ["She'd done all the work so far. I'd just fondled her tits while she fingered herself. Where's she gone? Does she want me to do something?"] This was uncharted territory.
Still wondering what was next, I grabbed a towel and followed her. From the top of the stairs, I could hear her on the phone. She was ordering pizza. She hung up as I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked at me. "Pizza will be thirty minutes." She refilled her glass of wine and grabbed me another beer from the fridge. "That should give you enough time to have me for starters." She smiled. Clearly, we weren't done, and it was now my turn to satisfy her.
After handing me the beer she moved the armchair next to the tele, took off her towel (which she spread out on it) and sat laid back with her legs spread wide. {"Well get on with it then"} she said with her eyes.
I took a long swig of my beer before putting it on the coffee table and kneeling in front of her. Rosa kept her pubes trim so that they didn't stick out of her Yoga leotards, but she didn't wax anything. She moved her left hand to the top of her slit and started to rub it gently. I was clearly being too slow. As I lifted my right hand, she grasped my middle finger and started to guide it up and down. After a dozen or so strokes she slipped two fingers inside herself for a few seconds before sliding them into my mouth. I licked her juices and took this as an invitation to get stuck in. I placed my hands on her inner thighs and lent in. As I licked her clit she sighed and relaxed.
I teased her clit for a while with a series of quick licks interspersed with just my breath. It wasn't long before she placed both hands on my head and held me down. I opened my mouth to envelope her pussy and slid my tongue inside. Her hands moved. I looked up to see them playing with her nipples. My tongue moved back to her clit as I slid a couple of fingers deep inside. She groaned as I explored her insides and sucked on her clit. Her breath quickened as she murmured in pleasure. Looking up I could see that she was pinching her nipples.
Her hands moved back to my head as she pushed me down hard and squeezed her thighs against me. Her pussy pulsated around my fingers as she squealed and her whole body jerked. I was almost out of breath by the time the pressure on my head relented. I sat back, withdrew my fingers and gently stroked her slit until she opened her eyes and smiled at me.
We heard a car pull up, followed by footsteps on the gravel path. Rosa jumped up, pulled on the vest top that was still on the sofa, and disappeared into the hall. She returned with the pizza and a short gym skirt wrapped around her waist.
She put the pizza on the coffee table and went to get some plates. We sat opposite each other silently eating pizza, Rosa drinking her wine and me my beer. She'd ordered a 12-slice pizza, but 4 were enough for her and then she broke the silence.
"The delivery driver looked quite flushed when I opened the door desperately trying to fasten my skirt. Then he could hardly take his eyes off my boobs as he handed it over. I guess it's not just you that gets turned on by seeing nipples through a top." We laughed. I bent over to take another slice. As she sat looking at me, she laid back and spread her legs wide again. Her shirt rode up until it was little more than a belt. I carried on eating my pizza. I was hungry.
Realising that I was happy to eat and watch she started stroking her slit again. She spread her lips as she pushed three fingers of her left-hand deep inside, whilst rubbing her clit with her right middle and ring fingers. She closed her eyes. She had a look of pure pleasure on her face. My cock stiffened. It had taken a while to recover from earlier but was now getting ready for action again.
As I reached for the penultimate slice, she peered at me and then looked around. She paused to remove her vest and skirt, and then picked up my beer. She took a long swig before pouring what was left over her tits. I watched as she slid the neck of the bottle into her pussy and started twisting and thrusting it. My cock was now rock hard and pushing against the towel. I gasped. ["What's happened to my wife?"] I thought. I sat and watched in excitement and shock. Her left hand worked with the bottle as her right thumbed her clit and she quietly moaned and groaned. When she opened her eyes to see if I was enjoying the show I picked up the remote and pointed it at her. She took the hint and continued. Her moans and groans now twice as loud. A shiver soon ran through her body. I took a final bite of my pizza before putting it down.
I was about to get up when she said, "Stay there." She extracted the beer bottle, walked over to me, released my fully erect cock from my towel, and impaled herself on it. She held up the beer bottle for me to suck her juices off and then asked me to lick the beer off her tits. She picked up the BBQ sauce pot that was on the arm of the sofa and dipped her nipples in it. I dutifully sucked them clean. She dipped them again and I sucked them clean again and again, until the pot was empty.
"Have you had enough pizza now?"
I nodded. She squeezed her pussy and started to slowly rise until there was just an inch of my cock inside her. She eased up and down, my cock pushing in and out of her opening. Then she dropped, impaling herself back to the hilt. She bit her lip. She gave me a long hard kiss before repeating the slow withdrawal, teasing of her opening and sudden impalement. This time she let out the sigh that she had bitten back previously. Again and again she repeated the movements until the slow withdrawal became quicker and quicker and she was pounding up and down faster and faster with no pauses anywhere. The sensation on my cock was fantastic. I was amazed I hadn't cum. After a few more minutes her pussy pulsated around me as she sunk over my shoulder and groaned in my ear. I held her gently.
She sat back as she recovered and realised that I was still fully hard. She looked at me with a {"You didn't cum?"} question in her eyes. She lifted herself off me, knelt on the floor and licked her juices from my cock.
"Time for me to fuck you now." I said. She smiled and moved back to the chair she'd been sitting in. She knelt on the edge as she placed her elbows on the back and pushed her arse in the air. I stood behind her with the tip of my cock at her opening. I moved it in an inch and then back out, repeating the teasing that she'd so expertly been doing on top of me. Then I grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside. She groaned. I stroked her back as I got my cock to twitch inside her pussy. Then, back out to the tip, more teasing and another thrust. More back stroking before repeating the process again and again and again. It wasn't long before I was thrusting back and forth without a pause, my hands planted on her hips. Her left hand shifted from the back of the chair and I could feel it rubbing her clit as I thrust back and forth until I was about to explode.
We climaxed together, my spunk spurting deep inside her. Rosa clasped me tightly until our bodies stopped pulsating and I softened. As I withdrew my spunk flowed out of her and onto the towel. She turned and licked the last of my cum and her juices off of my cock.
"Another drink?" She said.
I was fairly sure that was it. "Please. A camomile would be nice." She glared at me, but I needed something calming if I had any chance of sleeping that night.
"I'll just clean up. Could you get me a nightdress and dressing gown."
"Sure."
Rosa disappeared and I heard the downstairs shower spring to life. As I headed upstairs, I passed a pile of clothing in the hall where, I now realised, Rosa had grabbed the vest and skirt from. It was a pile of our daughter's old clothes that were waiting to be taken to the charity shop. No wonder the vest was so tight. I washed myself down and went to find some clothes. I pulled on a pair of boxers and a T-Shirt. There were a couple of Rosa's nightdresses on the side, but I wanted to find the one that said 'Hot Stuff' on the front, so I opened Rosa's bottom drawer. As I rummaged around until my hand came across something hard. Pulling it out I found it was a rabbit vibrator that I didn't know she had. ["So, we both have secrets."] I put everything back as it was, picked up one of the night dresses from the side, and plucked her dressing gown from the back of the door. Rosa was just coming out of the shower room. I handed her the clothes and she got dressed.
After a few minutes she joined me back on the sofa with a cup of tea for me and another glass of wine for her. She picked up the remote and turned the TV back on. Another episode of friends. When Rachel's nipples made an appearance, she paused the TV and looked at me.
"You didn't answer me." I looked confused. "What if you could do more than look?" "Would Rachel be on your list?"
"Rachel's not on my list." I replied. She starred at me.
"Rachel's not... on your list?" "You mean... you have a list?"
"I do." I replied.
"So, who... is on your list?"
I got up, walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a book and flicked through it until a laminated piece of paper fell out. I handed it to Rosa. She looked at it, well the back of it. I expected her to turn it over.
"So, you're pretty sure about this list, given that you laminated it!"
I nodded. Truth was that I'd spent quite a long time compiling my list. There'd been at least thirty on it to start with and it took some time and effort to get it down to just five. But I wasn't going to tell Rosa that.
She handed the list back to me.
"Put it in an envelope and hand me a pen".
I did as I was instructed. She sealed the envelope and then signed her name over the join.
"Put that away." "You can have your freebie list and fuck any or all of them if you get the chance. Just make sure you tell me all about it so I can check they are really on the list. Fuck anyone not on that list and you'll be out for good." Rosa never used the F-word. She had to be serious, I think. At least about chucking me out. But would she really let me fuck my list? I put the list back where it belonged and joined her on the sofa.
"I didn't know you had secrets." She said.
"And I didn't know you have a raging rabbit in your nightdress drawer." I replied. She blushed. Even after all we'd done that night, she blushed.
I finished my cuppa and turned in. The camomile didn't help, as sleep evaded me. Half in shock and half in excitement I recalled the evening's events. It was like there was a constant video of my wife pleasuring herself running in my mind. I regretted showing Rosa the list. ["Perhaps she'll forget that bit. She was pretty drunk by then."] I hoped. Rosa was still fast asleep when the alarm sounded, so I left her be, showered, had some breakfast, wrote her a quick note, and headed off to work.
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I finished my cuppa and turned in. The camomile didn't help, as sleep evaded me. Half in shock and half in excitement I recalled the evening's events. It was like there was a constant video of my wife pleasuring herself running in my mind. I regretted showing Rosa the list. ["Perhaps she'll forget that bit. She was pretty drunk by then."] I hoped.
Rosa was still fast asleep when the alarm sounded, so I left her be, showered and had some breakfast. I checked the list. It was still exactly where I'd put it, signature facing up on the outside edge of page eleventy-one. I added my signature to the join, ["So I can tell if she opens it."] I thought. Then I wrote her a quick note and headed off to work.
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01: The Sound of an Empty Nest
<em>I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet</em>
<em>Chalk white and oh so frail</em>
<em>I see our time has gotten stale</em>
The rhythmic pounding notes of Eve 6 pour down the stairs. A white-water rapid of sonic energy and emotion wash over me as I rest my head on the kitchen counter gathering my strength for the day ahead. I hope I can make it through the day without falling apart.
Jocelyn, my baby girl, is going away today. She's all grown up and won't be sleeping here tonight. Today is the day she transitions from being my little girl to being a young woman sleeping in her own room at UMass Salem some fifty miles south of home.
<em>The tick-tock of the clock is painful</em>
<em>All sane and logical</em>
<em>I want to tear it off the wall</em>
"Damn," I mutter under my breath. I use the back of my hand to wipe at the dampness in the corners of my eyes. "Where did the time go?"
"Hunh? Did you say something, honey?"
"Oh... no. It's nothing." I reply, glancing up from the cool granite of the counter. Bryan's face is slightly scrunched with concern. His nondescript brown hair, somewhat greying at the temples, frames his angular face. Yet, he still looks every bit the athlete he was back in high school and college. I place a reassuring hand on my husband's shoulder. "Just a bit overwhelmed is all."
The corners of his mouth turn up slightly in relief, if not understanding. Faint smile lines starburst out from his cocoa brown eyes, lending him an air of confident maturity.
"We've talked about this, honey. It's not like Josie has died or anything."
Just then, he tightly squints his eyes and tilts his head hard to the left, squashing his ear to his shoulder and forcing the skin of his neck into folds. His tongue shoots out violently from the corner of his mouth as he draws his chin in and downward, all the while, he's making harsh guttural sounds in his throat. This is his <em>dead possum</em> impersonation. It isn't very convincing, but it is very good at lightening my mood. He always knows just what to say or do. It's partly why I love him so much and have ever since high school.
"I know... I know."
I give him a playful punch on his left shoulder, signaling that he was successful in cheering me up a bit.
"We only have the one kid Bryan. After today, we'll be solo. Mano a mano. EMPTY... NESTERS..."
I slowly pace out the last two words for added emphasis. "Do you even remember what that was like? Just the two of us?"
"Why yes. Yes, I do," he says, a devilish grin replacing his dead possum impersonation. To drive home his not-so-subtle insinuation, his eyebrows raise and drop three times in quick succession. I simply roll my eyes in response.
"You're such a mess!" As penance for his lewd implication, I give his shoulder a playful slap this time. The strike is more noise maker than anything but it does the job of halting the ridiculous leering and goofy eyebrow dance.
He readjusts the medium size U-Haul box in his arms and strides towards the laundry room. Beyond lay the garage in which sits the dark blue Mercedes SUV that is slowly but surely filling up with boxes and various accouterments testifying to Jocelyn's imminent departure. I run my hands through the waves of my strawberry blonde hair finger combing it together to form a passible, if sloppy, high ponytail. If left to its own devices, my hair would hang down to the middle of my back in all manner of random twists and turns. Bryan liked to say it was my 'strawberry waterfall.' As much as he likes me to wear it down, today it will be best to keep it up off of my neck and out of the way.
I step to the right exiting the kitchen, coming to a stop at the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor of our home. "Jocelyn!" With a hand on the newel post, I crane my head to better direct my voice up the stairwell. "Are you about ready to go yet?"
"What?"
"I said: 'Are you ready to go yet?' It's already past nine. We need to have you on campus so you can unpack and still make it to freshman orientation on time."
"I should be ready soon, mom!" She yells back down to me; her message nearly incomprehensible due to being drowned out by the All American Rejects now blaring from her room.
<em>When all you got to keep is strong</em>
<em>Move along, move along like I know you do</em>
<em>And even when your hope is gone</em>
<em>Move along, move along just to make it through</em>
"There's not much room left in the car. How much do you have left?" I shout.
"Only one box and my pillow."
I'm already tired of yelling back and forth across two stories and trying to compete with her music. I start climbing up the stairs. It's obvious that she's going to need an extra bit of prodding if we're ever going to get on the road in time.
I make my way across the loft and stop just outside my daughter's bedroom. I place one hand each on either side of the doorway and lean forward, projecting my torso into her room. The cluttered mess I'm presented with is completely out of character for Jocelyn. She normally keeps her personal space very neat and tidy. More surprising than the disarray though is that I can't see her. Where could she have gotten?
"Jocelyn." I bark, using my mom voice, ensuring that I can be heard over the ear-splitting music.
<em>When all you got to keep is strong</em>
<em>Move along, move along like I know you do</em>
"What?" Jocelyn's head pops up from behind her queen-sized bed like a prairie dog poking up from its hole to check the surroundings for danger. Her auburn hair, a gorgeous blend of her father's brown and my own strawberry blonde, is plastered across her face obscuring one emerald green eye and the entirety of her small freckled nose. Furrowing her brow, she thins her lips and blows a strong blast of air up out of the corner of her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to dislodge the wayward lock. Undeterred, she raises both eyebrows and shrugs her slender dancers' shoulders forward in a querying gesture.
"Could you please turn that down?" I ask, using my chin to indicate the large Bluetooth speaker sitting atop her vanity.
She drops her shoulders and sighs. In one singular, fluid motion she stands up and then covers the distance from the middle of her bed to the vanity in a few easy strides. She doesn't bother to pick up her iPhone that's lying next to the speaker. First a tap then a simple downward swipe is all it takes for her to reduce the volume from chainsaw to library levels.
"Thank you. I can hear myself think now."
I pendulum my right leg forward and back expending some anxious energy as I continue to lean into her room.
"Sweetie, we really need to get going. Dad has to gas up the car and we don't know what traffic is going to be like on I95. You know how crazy it can get the closer we get to Boston."
"We're not going to Boston mom; we're going to Salem. Anyway, I don't care if I'm a little late. It's just a stupid orientation anyway."
She idly spins her iPhone on the vanity, her right index finger tracing circle after circle as the phone rotates about on the PopSocket integrated into the back of the phone's case.
"Well, I do care if you're late. You may be eighteen but you're still my daughter and until you are on your own at school, I'll thank you very much for listening to me."
With a smirk I add, "So, get a move on young lady."
She lets out an exasperated sigh through loose lips resulting in a sound not unlike a very tired horse.
"Fi-i-i-ine," she huffs in exaggerated surrender. A small smile appears crinkling her nose a bit. "Since you're here and apparently are s-o-o-o eager to get me out of the house, could you help me carry down the last of the boxes?"
I know she's only teasing but her jest stings nonetheless. I selfishly don't want her to go, but in my heart-of-hearts I know she must. Pushing my feelings down into the pit of my stomach, I let go of the doorjamb as my still swinging leg reaches the apex of its forward arc and I step into her room.
"This one?" I ask, using my toes to point at a small U-Haul book box on the floor next to her bed.
"Yeah."
Squatting down, I grab ahold of the box. "Jeeze, what do you have in here, lead bars?" I ask, struggling to lift it up off the blue-gray carpet.
"Books. Duh!" She points at the box in my arms, emphasizing the orange, boldface all capital 'BOOK BOX' printing on its side. She stops spinning her phone and picks it up in one deft movement.
"Sweetie, no one says 'Duh!' anymore."
She casually snags the thin, fading white leather strap of her purse hanging on the back of the vanity chair and slings it over her shoulder. Then she scoops up the pillow from the foot of her bed and hugs it to her chest with both arms.
"Let's go, mom. We'll be late if you don't get a move on!" She teases, pirouetting 180 degrees around me to exit her bedroom rump first. Then, she performs another quick half-turn as she crosses the loft to descend the stairway.
"Dance, kids." I subvocalize, struggling with the weight of the impossibly heavy box of books. I unceremoniously let the box drop onto the soft carpeting with a muffled <em>fwump</em>.
"Bryan!" I call out as I follow my daughter down the stairs. "There's one box left in her room that needs to go in the car and then we're ready to leave."
"Got it. I'll be right up." He replies from somewhere downstairs.
Having descended the stairs like a normal person, I open the door to the powder room for a last-minute pee before making my way out to the garage. Jocelyn is already sitting in the front passenger's seat, adjusting the car radio to Rock 101.
"Nuh uh missy. I'm riding shotgun. Get in the back." Using my thumb, I point to the back seat behind the driver.
Another sigh. "Alright," Jocelyn glides out of the passenger seat and makes her way around the back of the car. Opening the rear passenger door she says, "But can we please listen to my music instead of NPR?"
"Of course, sweetie. Whatever you want."
Sliding myself into the front passenger seat of the Mercedes, I concede control of the radio to her. The double <em>thunk-thunk</em> of the car doors closing in quick succession punctuates the fact that we will soon be leaving our home for the last time as two loving parents with their baby girl. The next time we're all in a car together like this, it will be as a couple accompanied by their adult child.
Whump! The vehicle jostles slightly as Bryan drops the box of books into the cargo compartment of the SUV. He presses the close hatch button and walks around to open the driver's side door. The rear hatch clicking is barely audible as he positions himself behind the steering wheel.
"Are we all ready to roll?" He inquires over his right shoulder. A subtle nod from Jocelyn and my smile are all the indications he needs. Facing forward now, he presses the ignition button coaxing to life the sleeping V8 under the hood.
"Aaaaand, we're off!" he exclaims as we pull out of the garage. The crunch of Staymat gravel under the tires solidifies the reality of what we are doing. I can feel my eyes begin to moisten again at the finality of it all.
"Hey dad, Foo Fighters!" Jocelyn exclaims leaning forward between the front seats. "Turn it up. I love this one."
Smiling that his music tastes had not only taken root in his daughter but had somehow grown into a true appreciation, Bryan complies with her request. He taps the volume-up button on the steering wheel several times stopping just shy of industrial noise level. I cringe and he lowers it somewhat.
<em>I---- I'm a one-way motorway</em>
<em>I'm the one that drives away</em>
<em>Then follows you back home</em>
<em>I---- I'm a street light shining</em>
<em>I'm a wild light blinding bright</em>
<em>Burning off and on</em>
<em>Ah-ah-ahh</em>
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<em>Ka-thunk, chick.</em> The lock is heavier than I was expecting. That's reassuring. I'm likely going to be living in this room for the next four years of my life. I feel safer already knowing that a sturdy door and robust lock will be protecting me from the outside world for the foreseeable future. With my heart thumping in my ears, I inhale deeply through my nose and turn the doorknob. Controlling my exhale, I push on the door handle and peer into my new dorm room beyond.
About fifteen feet away, on the opposite wall from the doorway are a pair of curtainless windows. Both blinds are pulled up all the way but the one on the left is skewed a bit to one side forming an acute angle with the window frame. The windows are evenly spaced with four feet of wall between them in order to accommodate an off-white heating unit that has yellowed with age. Old-timey wooden desks that face the wall on the left and right respectively flank the windows. Tucked into each desk is an uncomfortable-looking armless, wooden chair. An open laptop sits atop the desk on the right, its screen dark. Next to each desk is a wooden framed twin bed. Curiously the beds are a lighter wood than the desks. Maybe the sun has darkened the desks, or maybe they were sourced from a different furniture set. Either way, they don't quite match. The bed on the right is already made-up with pretty lavender and pale-yellow floral pattern linens. Oddly enough there's no pillow. The bed on the left is bare. A Navy-blue plastic-covered mattress is lying atop a simple, black metal spring support.
At the foot of both beds are identical wooden wardrobes. Their doors are sturdy looking despite the obvious wear from decades of use. On either side of the entrance is a pair of waist-high wooden dressers squeezed between the wardrobes and the wall. The three large dresser drawers will be more than enough to hold what clothes I won't be hanging in my wardrobe. Every bit of wall space surrounding my new room is utilized by some piece of furniture or another, thus leaving the center of the small area completely open. It seems as though it's bigger than it really is.
"I like it," I murmur to myself.
"Are you going to go in Josie, or shall I start putting the boxes down right here out in the hall?" Dad queries from behind me.
"Oh! Yeah, sorry dad." I reply. "Just taking it all in."
I make my way into the room, tossing my pillow onto the naked mattress.
"Where do you want this?" my dad asks, slightly lifting the box higher to indicate his burden.
"Oh, I don't care. Anywhere is good, I suppose."
"Not on that half." My mom instructs, gesturing with the flat of her palm to the right-hand side of the room. "We don't want to intrude on her new roommate's personal space before they even meet."
Nodding his agreement, my dad bends over at the waist to set the box down carefully on the floor beneath the inactive heating unit.
"Use your legs!" my mom and I both chide him in unison.
"You're not getting any younger, dad." I tease. "You need to protect your back. Do you want to end up in a wheelchair like some grandpa?" My hands automatically go to my hips in a mock stern gesture.
"Hey!" he protests, "forty-two is NOT old! I don't think I'm at risk of needing a wheelchair anytime soon."
"Why don't you go get the rest of her stuff and I'll stay here to help her unpack?" My mom suggests.
With a nod, he pulls the door open and flips the deadbolt to the lock position. The extended deadbolt will prohibit the door from completely closing and the metal-to-metal clang resounds loudly as it contacts the door jamb.
"It's okay, mom. I can get myself set up."
"At least let me help get your bed made. You don't have to get to orientation for a while, so we still have some time."
"Okay, thanks," I reply, realizing that it'll be easier to let her help with something than try to fight her on it. I'm not a little girl anymore, but, much to my frustration, she still tends to treat me like one. I open the box my dad placed on the floor. Luckily it has the compressed memory foam mattress pad and some of my bed linens.
Without looking up, I toss the mattress pad to my mom. Missing the unannounced projectile, the pad hits her in the chest and lands heavily on the bed next to her. The vinyl bag that the pad is packed in makes a cheap, crackling sound as it collides with the plastic mattress cover.
"Aren't you glad that I got this for you now?" my mom asks, picking up the BeautyRest memory foam mattress pad from its landing spot.
She was beaming, clearly content with herself as she unzipped the package. I protested needing such a thing, but she insisted.
'You don't know how bad school beds and mattresses are. You'll thank me for this.' she had told me as she placed the thing into the red Bed Bath and Beyond cart. 'Mark my words.'
Now that I saw firsthand what sort of craptastic mattress the college had provided; I think she may have been right. There's no way I'm not going to actually tell her that though.
With mom engrossed making my bed and dad busy bringing up the last of what little of my possessions I could fit into the car, I take a good first look out my window.
What glorious view of campus do I have? As it turns out; not so glorious. I can clearly see the parking lot and our blue SUV with its tailgate open as dad retrieves the last box. Beyond the parking lot is a tree line obscuring what I think is the street that leads to the main campus entrance. My dad reaches up with his left hand to press the close trunk button, cradling the small book box in his right arm. It's the same box that mom had so much trouble with back at the house. Dad clearly has no issues with the weight, even one-handed. For an older guy, he was still pretty strong.
"Okay, there!" Mom patted my pillow and smoothed out the blue-to-white hombre comforter we had selected online. None of the local stores had anything I liked so we hesitantly ordered this set. Thankfully when it was delivered, it was soft and as good of quality as it appeared in the pictures. I was afraid I would have to send it back, but no; it was a keeper.
"That's the last of it," Dad claims triumphantly setting the box down on the pile he had created against the wall. "Are you all set in here?"
"Yep, I'm good."
"Are you sure Sweetie? We're happy to stay and help you get your room set up the rest of the way." My mom asks.
Standing just behind mom, my dad is ever-so-slightly shaking his head and mouthing the word "No." It's not that he doesn't want to stay and help. I know, that he knows, that he's going to be in for a long ride home with her. She's been struggling off and on all day with separation anxiety. She's proud of me for getting accepted to a good college, but if she had her way, I'd stay at home and take online courses. I love them both to death, but that whole scenario is so not going to happen!
"Mom, you have a drive ahead of you still and I have my orientation meeting to get to soon." Placing my hands on her biceps I gently guide her to a standing position. I'm only three inches taller than her five feet two inches, but I straighten my posture as much as I can in order to exaggerate our height difference in an attempt to emphasize my point.
"I'm a big girl now. I can set up my own room." I pull her in for a hug. She quickly has me in a death grip, squeezing me so tightly around the middle I think my head and legs might pop off.
After a few moments, the bear hug eases. Giving me a kiss on the cheek, she turns ninety degrees clockwise and steps toward the door.
"C'mon Honey, let's see if we can get ahead of the traffic." The hem of mom's striped sun dress flutters as she steps through the door, which smoothly closes behind her with a metallic click now that the deadbolt has been retracted.
My dad leans in and kisses my other cheek. "You know she's going to miss you terribly, right Josie?"
"I do."
"I will too."
"I know," I reply. "Thanks, dad."
"Love ya, kiddo." He squeezes my hand once and turns to go. He opens the door and crosses the threshold. Glancing back over his shoulder he smiles and says, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
The door closes with a quiet metal click once again. Alone in my room, I say, "Love you too, dad."
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I lingered for only a few moments after my wife left our daughter's room, just long enough to say my goodbyes to Josie. The hallway is unexpectedly empty. "She must really be moving," I comment to no one. "Darce!" I call out in a whisper-shout.
No reply. I make my way to the elevator landing. It's empty. The indicator lights on both cars display a 1 in a faded, brownish-yellow illumination. I tug on the tubular aluminum handle of the stairwell door. I'm greeted only with the quiet echoes from four flights of concrete stairs and metal handrails, surrounded on all sides by light gray, cinderblock walls. Rather than wait for an elevator, I begin my descent; my sneakers squeaking with each step. I pass a three-foot tall, bright green number 3 painted on the wall. Continuing downward, I pass a flaking pink 2 sporting various Pokémon stickers. I finally arrive at a vibrant blue 1 on which someone has affixed a pair of jumbo-sized, googly eyes above a hand drawn mouth with a handlebar mustache. I push on the heavy metal door to the left of the floor number and emerge into the lobby.
Still no Darcy. "Wow, she must've really scooted out of here." I think to myself as I stride past the reception desk and mailboxes on my way to the glass double doors leading to the portico.
Picking up my pace, I make my way down the sidewalk to the parking lot. If Darcy has this much of a lead on me, she must be really upset. Despite the slight glare of afternoon sun on the windshield, I can see her sitting in the passenger's seat of our Mercedes. Her head is down; her shoulders slumped forward.
I open the driver's door, "Hey baby. You doin' okay?" I ask, sliding behind the steering wheel. With a soft <em>kathunk</em> I close the door. The world outside the SUV is almost completely muted.
She nods in response but offers no verbal support to the truth of her gesture. "Alright," I say, "how about we head home then?" I place my hand on her left thigh and give it a gentle squeeze; still no response.
I thumb the ignition button and back out of the parking spot. After a couple of right-hand turns, we are on University Drive heading to the main campus exit. Once there is a break in traffic, I ease us out onto Lafayette Street, heading north. As soon as we cross the campus boundary, Darcey's body begins to subtly quiver. She has created a face shield for herself with her hands but they are ill-equipped to completely stifle her sobs.
In less than a minute we arrive at the intersection of West Avenue. On the right, I notice the small, brown municipal sign for Pioneer Village and Forest River Park. I turn into the park and drive all the way to the end where the parking lot pavement abuts a gravel walking path. Beyond the path is a seaweed-strewn sandy beach. Beyond that, the calm sea is littered with a myriad of small sailboats bobbing on the water. I wheel over to the left pulling the SUV into the parking spot closest to the beach. I hold the sunroof button back to slide it open creating a skylight. Once it's fully open, I thumb the ignition button, killing the engine. Not saying a word, I sit and wait.
The sound of half a dozen gulls squabbling over whatever it is that seagulls fight over does little to drown out the quiet sound of crying next to me. I know what's bothering her. She's distraught at having left Jocelyn at college. While I tend to focus on all the exciting opportunities, life adventures, and fun our daughter is going to have these next four years, Darcy has fallen into the trap of focusing on loss and uncertainty. The loss of her only child to the world at large. The fear that Jocelyn might not get along with her roommate. The concern for the mental and emotional well-being that may crack and crumble without a mother's direct and immediate support. The uncertainty that everything is going to be picture book perfect and turn out all right at the end of her four years.
All of her thoughts and feelings are valid, but if she's left to dwell on them overly long, they'll fester and consume her.
"Hey, babe," I soothe, "It's okay. Let it out; it's okay." I reach over with my right hand and trace gentle circles on her upper back. We sit like that for a while.
When she's finally had her fill of crying, she emerges from the temporary sanctuary behind her hands. Her eyes are red and puffy, her cheeks wet from the bout of emotional release.
"Feel better?" I ask.
"A bit. Thanks."
"For what?"
"For letting me... be me, I guess?"
I let slip a subdued chuckle. "Well, who else would you be if not you?" I smile at her trying to lighten her mood.
"Ugh," she groans at the terrible and ill-timed joke. "You know what I mean." She arches her back and rubs her hands down her thighs, smoothing her sundress out on her lap. "You don't try to make things better or to fix me. You're just a patient rock. You're there for me. You make me feel safe so I can work it out on my own."
"Of course, Darce. I love you."
"I love you too." She pauses. "Why aren't you sad too? Don't you care that we just left her there, all alone in that room?" She vacuums the right half of her lower lip into her mouth, her teeth visibly fastening it down in place.
"Oh, babe. Sure, I care. I care a whole lot."
She continues to look at me quizzically, still biting her lip.
"Look," I explain as gently as possible, "I'm purposely focusing on all the cool and wonderful things Josie is going to get to experience while she's away at school. Her life is nothing but possibilities right now."
"Yeah, possibilities like she could get hurt, or overwhelmed with all the responsibility, some boy could break her heart..." she pauses, "She could die!"
"What?" I stammer, furrowing my brow in concern.
"Yeah, school shootings are a thing you know. What if some lunatic guns her down on campus? Hunh? What then?" Darcey's thoughts are turning dark again. This is a rabbit hole I definitely need her to avoid.
"Okay, now ease up a bit. Yes, all of those things are possibilities, but..." I pause here for emphasis, "but they are statistically very, very small; infinitesimally small possibilities." I take her hand in mine grounding her and focusing her attention on me.
"While there might be some bad things that could happen to her, there are a whole lot more good things that could happen as well. Heck, the good things outnumber the bad things so much, that statistically speaking, it's highly improbable that anything bad will happen to her at all!"
"Good things like what?" she asks.
"Well, let's see. She could make the Dean's list. She might land the primo ballerina spot on her next dance performance."
"Prima," she corrects.
"What?"
"It's prima ballerina, not primo."
"Ah, right." Of course I knew that but after over twenty years of marriage, I know how to bring her out of one of these emotional downward spirals she sometimes puts herself into. "Prima spot." I correct myself.
"Anything else extraordinary that might happen to her now that we've left her all on her own?" Darcy pressed.
This was a test. I knew it. Darcy knew it. If I can nail this answer, we'll have turned this emotional spiral around and we'll be in the clear.
"Well..." I say slowly, "She could..."
"Yes? What could she?" my wife asks, prodding.
"Well, she could fall in love." I give her a sly, crooked smile.
The light in Darcy's eyes reignites. She lets go of her bottom lip to allow room for a small but distinct smile. "She could fall in love." My wife gives my hand a squeeze. "Okay honey, what do you say we get on the road? If we're lucky, maybe we can make it to Bianchi's in Lawrence before it gets too busy."
She releases my hand and tucks her right leg under her left. Turing slightly in the seat she looks out to the ocean. I press the engine ignition button once again and reach up to close the sunroof.
"Leave it open until we're on the Interstate." She says while facing the window. "I like to see the sky, hear the gulls and the people who are out and about."
"Yes ma'am," I reply, backing out of the spot.
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Jocelyn spins on her heel, facing the center of her dorm room. The small stack of cardboard U-Haul boxes are tucked neatly up against the wall between the twin windows beckons. "Whelp, this stuff isn't going to unpack itself." She says to the empty room.
She tried hard not to over-pack, which is something she's struggled with her whole life. When most of the girls at her dance studio would pack for an overnight show out of town, they would have one medium-sized bag. Jocelyn, on the other hand, would have two large bags. It wasn't really her fault. Her pillow alone took up much of the space in one bag, and she would never be able to sleep on a borrowed pillow.
She glances over to her new roommate's pillow-less bed. That was a puzzle right there. Did she really not sleep with a pillow? Was that even a thing people do? Shaking her head in bewilderment, Jocelyn sets about her task of unpacking. Clothes, school supplies, study tools, and personal hygiene items are all in their own neatly labeled U-Haul boxes.
Using her Swiss Army knife, she slices through the remaining packing tape on the now empty box of bedding. She bought the knife for $40 on a lark in Philadelphia for a dance performance. She had found it in a souvenir shop. The tiny image of the Liberty Bell emblazoned on its side had drawn her to it, but the sheer utility of so many things packed into such a compact package had ultimately won her over.
She picks up the last box of her belongings. Pivoting so she can set the box down on her desk; she inadvertently steps on the pile of flattened boxes. The cardboard abruptly slips sending her tumbling down. Using her dancer's reflexes, she pushes the box behind her to act as a counter weight and regain her balance. Being somewhat successful she sharply cries out, "Ow!" as her right knee strikes the tile floor and the box tumbles behind her. Thankfully she manages to arrest the full-on face plant by catching herself with one hand on the edge of her desk. Slowly regaining her feet, she inspects for any damage. There's a red line on her left palm that should fade quickly. She presses her right thumb into the line. Thankfully there's no pain which means there's unlikely any real damage. Standing up and turning around, she leans up against her desk and probingly massages her right knee. It had taken the bulk of the force from the fall. Smashing into a tile floor like this could mean real trouble for a dancer. She gently inspects her patella; finding nothing of concern, she moves it about slightly with no pain. That's an excellent sign. Further examination produces nothing worrying. She flexes and extends her leg just to be sure.
Confident she is uninjured she says, "Phew. I think I dodged a bullet there!"
She walks over to her roommate's side of the room to retrieve the box she had reflexively tossed during her fall. It lay just inches from her roommate's desk. Bending at the waist to retrieve it she hooks her fingers under the cardboard edge and stands up. The corner of the box accidentally catching the lip of the desk as she lifts it.
There, directly in front of her, is her roommate's laptop. The previously dark screen now alive in response to the desk being jostled. There is no login screen as she would've expected. Nor is there a screen full of colorful fish blithely swimming about in their digital aquarium. No, on the screen is very clearly a website with a nearly full-screen image of the back of a flaxen-haired woman's head. To either side of her head is the inner thigh of another woman. The image is cropped so that the top edge of the blonde's shoulders is visible. The second woman's legs exit the frame just below the knee. In the very center of the image, the second woman's vagina is on full display. The image is cropped at the top edge just above her navel. The second woman has her left hand on top of the blonde woman's head, her fingers digging furrows into her golden locks.
<em>Fwump!</em> The box solidly lands on the tile floor having been dropped yet again.
Jocelyn stands there, frozen in shock; not shock at the image itself. She had been on plenty of away performances and had overheard more than one of her studio mates talk about their lesbian encounters; not that she had ever done such a thing. The shocking aspect of all this was that her as yet unmet roommate had left this on her laptop without any sort of password protection or screensaver. All it took was a simple jostle of the desk to nudge the mouse to trip the computer into a fully awake state.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, dropping the box yet again. She unburdens all her weight onto the edge of her bed, the springs squeaking loudly in protest at the sudden change in load. What if her mom or dad had bumped the desk! How mortifying would that have been?
"What am I going to do?" she asks the empty room. It would be devastating to have her roommate walk in with that on the screen. Would she think I was snooping? How do I explain that a box had awoken her laptop? How exactly does that conversation go?
"Oh hello. My name's Jocelyn; nice to meet you. Ah yes, well you see I dropped a box and while picking it up I bumped into the desk and the laptop just sort of, you know, turned itself on?" Or maybe the direct approach would be better. "Hi, my name's Jocelyn. I see you enjoy the lesbian porn."
"Uuuuugh..." she groans aloud, "Okay Josie, you got this."
"Just ignore it. Yeah, that's it. Just ignore it and the laptop will eventually go back into sleep mode and no one will be the wiser." Vocalizing her sketchy plan does little to calm her racing heart. She retrieves the box yet again from the tile. She places it on her bed and slices through the packing tape with her Swiss Army knife. She empties the contents and tries to focus on refolding the washcloths and hand towels that are now haphazardly piled on her comforter.
Fold a towel, glance at the laptop. Nope, still on.
Fold a washcloth, glance at the laptop. Nope, still on.
Fold a washcloth, glance at the laptop. Nope, still on. Is that a mole on the second girl's belly, just below her navel?
Fold a towel, glance at the laptop. Nope, still on. What if it's not a mole? It could be a melanoma. "What are you thinking Josie? It's not a melanoma. Snap out of it."
Fold a towel, glance at the laptop. Nope, still on. Jocelyn stands up and covers the distance between her bed and her roommate's desk. Leaning over the back of the chair, being very careful not to bump or even touch anything, she inspects the image more closely.
The second woman has a nicely flat stomach with a navel that is more vertical line than round belly button. Just below and to the right of her navel is, what she thought at first to be a mole, but upon closer inspection appears to be a lopsided, heart-shaped birthmark. It is situated low enough to be below her bikini line. No one would ever see it unless she were, well, unless she were fully nude.
Jocelyn allows her eyes to drift downward, past the oddly shaped birthmark to the pubic mound of the woman. She is shaved nearly bald. Her only pubic hair is sculpted into a thin line of straight black hair. The line begins just above her clitoral hood and terminates well below her navel. In comparison Jocelyn's pubic hair is curly, and matches her auburn hair color. She has never shaved it, although she knows some girls on the dance team who do.
"I wonder what would it feel like to have next to no pubic hair?"
<em>Ka-thunk, chick.</em> The now familiar sound of a key unlocking the door yanks Jocelyn from her contemplations.
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"You missed our turn for the interstate." Darcy points out.
"I decided to take route 114 north rather than I95."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I think I feel like taking the more scenic route home."
"I see. Good idea," she says. "Why don't you go ahead and close the sunroof now. It's starting to get annoying."
I reach up and toggle the sunroof switch to close. The tinted glass slides forward with an electric buzz. The wind noise intensifying with the shrinking opening. As the pitch of the wailing wind reaches its crescendo, the sunroof snaps shut silencing the din. I feel the slightly uncomfortable pressure differential in my ears but a quick Valsalva maneuver corrects the imbalance.
"Thanks," she says, smiling over at me from the passenger seat.
We have at least an hour drive ahead of us. After the meltdown she had when we left Josie on campus, I'm afraid that driving so long in silence will have her slipping back down into a negative headspace. Better to distract her, and what better way to distract her than by talking about the positive aspects of being empty nesters.
"So, now that we're officially empty nesters, how would you like to use this new found freedom of ours?"
"I know what you're doing," she says flatly.
"Do you now?"
"Yes, I do." After a moment of quiet she adds, "Thank you." She twirls a few strands of flyaway hair around her finger, lost in thought. She continues, "Okay, I'll play along."
"Woo hoo!" I exclaim, a small fist pump accentuating my small victory. "Okay, want to go first?"
"Sure." She replies. "Hrmmm, I have always wanted to see the Grand Canyon."
"Travel! Ah yes, the thing we always say we want to do but never seem to make the time to do." I rub my chin between my thumb and forefinger in a thoughtful gesture, hamming it up a bit to keep the mood light.
"Oh, and New Orleans!" she adds brightly. "Yeah, I've always wanted to go there."
"Now there's a destination," I say, placing both hands back on the wheel. "Want to go at any particular time?" I inquire.
"I hadn't thought about it. Winter maybe?" she says thoughtfully. "Get away from the snow and all."
"Well, I hear they have a great Bastille Day celebration, but I think that's in July."
"Ugh," she replies, scrunching up her nose expressing her distaste for the thought of Louisiana in the summer.
"Right!" I agree wholeheartedly. "Oh hey, what about Mardi Gras?"
"Oh puhleeze!" she says, crossing her arms as she tilts her head toward me, "You just want to see boobies!"
I feign surprise by opening my eyes as wide as I can and form my mouth into a large-O. "Wha-a-at?" I ask in a shrill voice. "There will be boobies at Mardi Gras?"
Darcy gives my right arm a bit of a push. "You full well know there are."
"I had no idea." I say sarcastically, shaking my head in more mock surprise.
"You so did!" she retorts, her voice moving up an octave. "Well, if we do go to Mardi Gras, I won't want to stand out so I suppose I'll just have to show my boobies too!"
An image of her standing on a Bourbon Street balcony lifting her top up to expose her beautiful B-cup breasts fills my mind's eye. In my vision, her pink nipples are standing erect and various colorful plastic bead necklaces mostly obscure the freckles on her upper chest.
Thump! What feels like a rock strikes my right shoulder.
"Ow!" I cry out.
"Hey, were you just thinking about me flashing my boobs?" she accuses.
"You hit me!" I say, trying to change the subject.
"Nuh-uh mister. No changing the subject. I was talking to you and you were zoned out." She was shaking her finger accusingly at me now. "Admit it. You were thinking about me flashing on the street at Mardi Gras, weren't you?"
"No." Technically that isn't a lie.
"You were too." She presses. "I could see it on your face."
"If you must know, I was thinking about you flashing your boobs from a balcony, not on the street." I give her a devilish grin.
"Don't you try to smile your way out of this one!" She chides. Whatever real anger she may have had has dissipated. "You really do like the idea of me flashing, don't you?"
"Okay, okay. I admit that it does turn me on a little to think of you flashing like that."
"Really?"
"Yeah..." I reluctantly admit.
We've had a pretty normal sex life for the entirety of our relationship. Mutual masturbation when we first started dating in high school. We worked up to me performing oral on her, but while she will reciprocate with oral on me, she's never let me finish in her mouth. Missionary position is a given, that's her favorite. I prefer doggy but she says I end up going too deep so when we do it that way, I have to keep my performance reserved. Surprisingly, we've never really talked much about our fantasies so this topic of discussion was a bit of a surprise. Especially considering the timing of it.
"Why have you never told me that?" She turns counter clockwise in her seat so that she is somewhat facing me. The seat belt restrains her from fully turning her body, but she is able to twist enough to get her left leg under her. Her right leg is draped over causing the hem of her pale-yellow sundress to ride more than halfway up her thigh.
Unsure how far this conversation will go and not wanting to alienate her right now, I shrug in response to her question. I resolutely keep my eyes on the road ahead.
She is clearly enjoying the position of power she has over me in this moment. I must maintain concentration on the road, but she is free to do as she pleases. "I wonder... How much did it turn you on?" She asks, rhetorically stroking her hand on my right thigh. "Hrmmm?" She slowly moves her hand further up igniting sparks in my groin as the blood flow increases.
Her uncharacteristic behavior, the mental image I foisted upon myself, and her coy tone all conspire against me to present her with the proof she was seeking as her hand finally comes to rest on my now swollen member.
A surprised gasp escapes her lips and she gives me an involuntary squeeze. It's difficult for her to grab much through my Levi's but I'm sure she can easily tell that I am very nearly erect.
"Why, what do we have here?" she inquires seductively. "I guess you really do like the thought of me flashing a bunch of strangers, don't you?"
No words can be formed, so I simply nod keeping my eyes on the road.
"Well honey, guess what?" She asks.
I still can't properly respond, so I simply make a "Hmmm?" questioning sound in my throat.
She lifts her hand up out of my lap and touches mine that is currently clamped around the steering wheel. With a gentle tug she breaks my grip and pulls my hand toward her chest. Using the back of my hand she begins to slowly stroke her breast. Even through her bra and the thin fabric of her sundress I can easily discern a protrusion that is her fully erect nipple. She completes a few up-down strokes then moves my hand over to her other breast in a repeat gesture.
"As you can see Bry," she huskily says, "I like the idea too."
I turn away from the road ahead for just a brief moment so I can look at her. She has my hand in hers, thumb up. Our fingers are laced together. She looks me square in the eye and lowers her head to take my thumb into her mouth. Her eyes lazily fall shut.
I snap my head forward to check the road and then I turn back again to my right. Darcy is slowly moving her head up and down on my thumb in mock blow job action. She curls and wraps her tongue around my digit. I look forward again.
She releases my hand and says, "You better keep your eyes on the road mister." She straightens herself back up in the seat. I notice that she doesn't bother to lower the hem of her dress, even though it is now riding up exposing most her upper thighs.
"So, is there anything else you'd like me to do other than flash my chest at strangers?" She is looking straight ahead and has resumed twirling the errant lock of hair around her finger.
Do I come out with it? A fantasy I've had for years, or do I keep it locked up safe inside? "Well, there is something else..." I reply quietly.
"Is it wilder than flashing my chest in public?"
"Yes, a bit."
"Are you going to tell me or make me guess?"
"Well," I've gone this far. I may as well come out with it, "I think it'd be sexy as hell if you wore one of your sun dresses and went commando on the balcony."
"So, you want me to wear only a sun dress like this and..." she runs her hand down her belly, across her lap, and stops with her hand resting palm up on her knee. "stand on a balcony flashing my boobs to strangers below."
I silently sit with a smile that will not go away.
"But anyone looking up would see straight up my dress and know that I was pantyless."
"That's sort of the idea." I reply sheepishly.
I can't read her expression. In a few moments she replies, "I think that might be fun."
"Really!?"
"Yeah, I think so." She says demurely. "As long as you're there to make sure nothing bad happens."
The radio has been turned down ever since we left Forest River Park back in Salem, but I catch the tail end of <em>Where It's At</em> flowing out from the Mercedes' speakers.
<em>There's a destination a little up the road</em>
<em>From the habitations and the towns we know</em>
<em>A place we saw the lights turn low</em>
<em>Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow</em>
<em>Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts</em>
<em>Two turntables and a microphone</em>
<em>Bottles and cans, just clap your hands</em>
<em>Just clap your hands</em>
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Today I hate Monday's. I have had a hard day at work. Nothing went as planned, deals fell through. Everyone blaming each other. I think back on the problems of the day as I drive home, wondering how the boss is going to get everyone on the same page moving forward. I'm glad I do not have his job. To top it off, traffic sucks.
Finally, I near my home, and things begin to change in my mind. I start to relax and think on what is waiting for me at home. I wonder how I will be surprised today. I gave you the task of surprising me with a different way to welcome me home for the next week. Today will be the first surprise.
I smile as I see our house, it took a lot of scrimping to save up the down payment. Wanting to have the "classic" family lifestyle of the woman at home, is difficult in today's world. Hard work to climb the ladder and be able to afford this gives me pride in achieving it.
I pull into the driveway and ease to a stop. Taking a deep breath to release the day's stress, I open the car door, and step out to walk to the front door. I pause giving you time to be ready. I texted that I was on my way. Not letting you have the time to prepare would be unkind.
I open the door and walk in to find a note telling me you are in the den, and asking me to remove my clothes and sit in my favorite chair. I begin removing my tie and leave a little trail of clothing as I move to see what you have waiting for me. As I come to the door to the den, I see you. You are naked and kneeling in front of my chair, eyes lowered properly. I take a moment to look at you. I take in the perfection that is you. A cute firm bottom that is perfect for grabbing and massaging. Not too large, not too small, just perfect. A trim waist, easing inward, and then moving up an athletic back. I am pleased with your work to maintain a healthy body. The angle from the door, only allows me to see a hint of your firm breast peaking past your arm.
I move into the room and slide past you to sit in my chair. Now I look at the other side of you. Your posture and position is correct. Kneeling, sitting on your heels, knees parted the correct distance. I drink in your beauty. The strong firm thighs, the view of your waxed pussy, up to your flat belly, your proud firm C cup breasts sitting high on your chest. Ahh... Your beautiful face. There are no words to describe your beauty.
You wait patiently for my signal. I nod, and you begin bathing my balls with your tongue. You start to caress my cock with your hands, but I tell you not to use them. Only your mouth. You gently suck on my balls, swirling your tongue around them. You look up at me and I nod, telling you to continue on to my cock. You lick up the shaft, and all around it. Then you ease your lips over the head and attempt to slide your tongue between the foreskin and the head. It doesn't work without hands, but now it is pulled back, and you suckle on the head for a minute. I moan softly. Then you start taking more and more of the shaft into your mouth. Soon I am bumping the back of your throat.
Now for the challenging part. You want to swallow the whole thing. You slowly begin pushing and get more and more down your throat. You breathe quickly through your nose, and then force yourself to take the rest. As your nose hits my pubic bone, you look up at me triumphantly. I smile and tell you to continue. Now, with my cock buried in your throat, your tongue lathes my balls. Then you suck hard and bob on my cock forcing it down your throat. I can't take the throating and sucking for long. As I get close to cumming, I touch your shoulder as a warning and you just suck harder. As my cock swells, you swallow me, and I shoot straight down your throat as you swallow quickly. You don't want to lose a drop. You do well, and then I begin to reward you....
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Floating in an ocean of azure blue and ivory white clouds, a single castle main castle levitates in the epicenter of the area in front of the three travelers, while a smaller castle hovered adjacent to it. Traveling on a beam of concentrated magic that connected their previous world with this one, the three walked on, desensitized to travel by such strange and ethereal means. Exhaustion and hunger showed on the three warriors bodies; they were in need of some desperate rest.
Prishe, a tawny, violet-haired Elvaan, walked at the forefront of the group. She removed what little was left of her previous costume, the damaged clothing a testament of her recent fight with the Chaos Warrior Garland. Of course, the damage she'd done to him had been far worse. Her stomach groaned suddenly, begging for something to eat. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she mumbled, rubbing her angry tummy. Turning out the many pockets of what remained of the short skirt, Prishe finally found what she was looking for. Discarding the shredded garment over the edge into the emptiness of the void underneath her feet, she examined the piece of fruit thoroughly. Mildly squashed, but it still looked fine enough. Without further thought, she opened her mouth and took a big bite of it. She turned around and held her hand out-stretched. Mumbling through a mouthful, Prishe offered the rest to her two comrades: Terra and Zidane.
Upon seeing that they were "occupied" with other things, though, she rolled her eyes and devoured the rest herself. After finishing the fruit, she rushed ahead then to the grassy part of the landing that the castle was nestled on, relieved to have her feet on the soft grass. She smoothed her black thigh-length leggings down, adjusted her top, and then made to remove her boots to feel the grass with her bare feet. "Heyyyy Zidaaaaaaaaane......." Prishe sang, her melodic voice sailing through the air. She bent low to unclasp the boots, letting a hint of her cleavage peek out. Her jealousy was getting the better of her judgment; she didn't quite care for all the attention the blonde boy was giving the other girl.
When sexiness didn't work, she hoped playful charm might break the spell those two were apparently under. "Hey, hurry up, you slowpokes!" Prishe called, waving her arms emphatically. "At the rate you're going, we won't get our crystals until next Watersday!" Her elfin ears flicked in annoyance, brushing against her long, shoulder-length lavender hair.
The two didn't seem to hear her, Zidane's hand over the other blonde's shoulder and his tail twirling softly back and forth, occasionally brushing against her butt. Prishe snorted at the sight, watching as the appendage in question wrapped around the shy girl's thigh next. It wasn't that surprising, really. With Terra being lovesick and Zidane being a huge flirt, it was amazing they hadn't screwed each other's brains out yet.
The two were so enamored with each other's presence that they nearly walked straight into Prishe as she stood at the entrance of the castle. "Honestly," she sighed. "Can't you two stop playing around for five minutes? We're here now and I'm not sure if we'll be welcomed inside or not. Our crystals may have told all three of us to go here, but they never said what for or if there'd be danger. Don't you two think that's a little strange, all three of us being directed here at the same time?" Her warrior's instinct took over for a second and she hoped that her companions would follow suit.
Terra, being the voice of reason, found herself agreeing with Prishe. She hesitantly released herself from Zidane's grasp, a little embarrassed that she hadn't thought of that before. "It is a little strange," she murmured. "Cosmos did say that our crystals led to our own individual destinies, and yet here we all are..." Her eyes flit around for a bit, looking for any sign of danger. "I think we should be on our guard from this point on. We don't know where the enemy could attack from next."
Zidane just smiled and waved off their worries nonchalantly. Prishe huffed a little at his laid back attitude, though the boy tended to be more attuned to his surroundings than he would let on. His azure blue pants and vest might make one think that he was a simple-minded bumpkin, but one look into his eyes revealed the depths of his wit and intelligence. Those warm, blue eyes, complimented by the sky around them, settled on the Elvaan, making her twitch a little with desire. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Prishe," Zidane teased, dodging a feeble punch from the girl. "Besides, you look like you're dolled up for some fun yourself."
"I can't help it that that armored asshole cut up my only other pair of clothes," she groused, folding her arms over her chest. A red mask of embarrassment filled Terra's face, her imagination going wild with thoughts of what could have happened if they hadn't gotten to her when they did.
"He might've been trying to sneak a peek," Zidane laughed.
"That pervy old bastard..." Prishe swore, clenching her fist. Even with all of those armored layers, it wasn't hard to notice how excited Garland had seemed at the sight of her bare ski. She vowed that before this war was over she was going to strip him bare and give him a swift kick in the sack.
Terra calmly inched away from the electricity emanating from the other girl, Zidane taking it upon himself to play peacemaker. "Hey, calm down." His tail pat Prishe's waist, giving her back a small rub. "It won't do any good marring that pretty face with anger lines, right?" Prishe sighed and let her fury dissipate. He was right; there was no point getting mad about it now. She'd deal with Garland when the time came; she was far too tired to carry out more than idle threats at the moment anyway. Her shoulders slumped from the released tension as she let Zidane's tail continue its ministrations. Zidane smirked a little, squeezing her rear playfully. Prishe gasped and swat the appendage away, giving him a saucy grin in return. Her previous worries seemed to have completely vanished.
Terra, for her part, didn't seem the least bit threatened by the interaction. She merely waited patiently for the two to finish before speaking up. "Well then...shall we go inside?" The purplette nodded, turning towards the entrance of the castle. "No way of finding out if this is a trap unless we go forward right?" Pushing against the heavy doors until they creaked open, Prishe barged inside of the fortress, heading on ahead to look for trouble. Zidane shrugged at Terra and the two followed afterwards, the Esper-girl floating while the genome ran. She kept a decent pace so that he could keep up, figuring that it wouldn't do any good for them all to get split up. Up ahead, they noticed Prishe, stock still as if frozen in place. "Prishe?" Terra called, landing next to her, "Are you al...right?" The three warriors stared in blank surprise, not expecting what was in front of them.
Before them was a large ballroom, a glimmering chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The floor shone radiantly, as if polished and cleaned daily. Several suits of armor lined the walls, each looking to be from different time periods. And in front of them was a large, marble staircase, a pair of moogles wearing servant uniforms perched on them as if awaiting their arrival. "Greetings, kupo! We of the Moogle Community are here to serve the Warriors of Cosmos for as long as you need, kupo!" "M-moogles..." Terra cooed, an adoring look spreading over her features. "And they're wearing little clothes too. 3" "Down girl," Prishe teased, knowing full well how Terra got around moogles.
Zidane ambled forwards, kneeling in front of the little creatures; he had quite a bit of experience dealing with moogles. "So, you guys were sent by Cosmos, huh? I didn't think she'd be the type to throw a banquet for her warriors." "Cosmos is a very kind Goddess, kupo," the left moogle responded, its pompom shaking as it talked. "She wanted to make sure her warriors were well prepared for battle, kupo." "That's great," Prishe said with a grin, she and Terra walking over. "For a second, I thought we weren't going to find anything else to eat here. But, uh...where are the other warriors?"
The right moogle hopped at that, a nervous bead of sweat trickling down the backs of its head. "Th-they...uh...they've gone ahead and left already, k-kupo!" Zidane blinked at that, a little skeptical. "All of them?" "Well, I err...that is to say...cough cough! Kupo, my allergies!" The moogle made a show of falling over, flailing its limbs pitifully. "Oh, you poor thing!" Terra cried, picking it up and cradling it in her arms. She hugged it gently against her chest, petting its head tenderly. "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" "A-actually, I feel a lot better already...k-kupo."
"Ahem," the other moogle piped up, taking over the conversation for its partner. "As he was saying, the other warriors left already, but there were only a few of them: a little kid wearing a fishbowl helmet, a girl with giant breasts, and a guy who liked talking to walls." "Hmmm, that sounds like the Onion Knight, Tifa, and Squall," Prishe murmured thoughtfully. "Yeah...but we better make sure." Zidane turned to the moogle, a look of grim seriousness on his features. "Exactly how big were her breasts?" The Elvaan girl's fist came down on the top of his head none too gently.
The warriors' curiosity sated, they decided to follow the moogles to the dining room. No point letting good food go to waste Prishe had said, and the other two were inclined to agree. The two moogles led them down a side hallway in the ballroom...well, one of them did. The other was still firmly nestled against Terra's bosom, neither of them upset with the arrangement. After several moments, they came to a set of wooden doors, much smaller than the ones that led into the castle. The moogle pushed them open, the doors apparently much lighter than they appeared. The five of them stepped through the doorway, finally having reached their destination.
Inside, lined up orderly into two groups of five, were ten moogles. Each was adorned in a servant outfit similar to the moogles leading them, floating in front of a grand table. "Welcome, Warriors of Cosmos! We hope you enjoy our humble feast!" they called out at once, adding a synchronized "kupo!" as an afterthought. They separated and the full table came into view, the three warriors' eyes going wide. A fantastic spread was prepared and waiting for the three when they entered the room. Fruits, meats, goblets of wine, deserts: everything they might want was provided for them.
"Wow...these little guys sure can throw a party," Zidane murmured, taking in the sights appreciatively. Terra set the moogle in her arms down, smiling at the little creatures. "You did all of this for us?" she asked, growing fonder of them as the minutes went on. "That was extremely sweet of you, wasn't it Prishe? ...Prishe?" The half-Esper turned, looking to see where there comrade had run off to. Zidane tapped her shoulder and pointed with an amused grin towards the table. Prishe was already seated, biting off of a large piece of what appeared to be behemoth steak. "Seeeew gewwwwwwd," she moaned happily, swallowing before taking another huge bite.
Terra giggled as Zidane rolled his eyes and walked her over to her seat. Like a gentleman, he pulled it out for her and helped her scoot forward when she was seated. Terra gave him a smile, which he returned. The Elvaan girl paused momentarily from her eating, watching the two interact with a small twinge of jealousy. 'Geez...' she thought. 'How about a look in my direction for once? What's wrong with me? It's not like I'm weird or anyth-OH MY GOD, THEY HAVE SARDINE SUSHI!' The girl resumed her eating at twice the speed; Zidane and Terra quickly grabbed their own portions of food, lest it all be lost to the ravenous girl.
Time seemed to fly by as they dined, food and drink replaced just as quickly as it was consumed in an attempt to fill the visitors' bellies. Eventually, another moogle came in, three cups of amber red liquid perched atop its tray. "Wine for the tired warriors? It will help you sleep peacefully, kupo." Prishe, unsurprisingly, indulged in the drink. Zidane and Terra, on the other hand, declined. "I don't really have trouble sleeping," the thief proclaimed. "Underage," was Terra's excuse. "B-but...it's a rare port. Specially chosen by Cosmos...kupo." "Cosmos drinks?" Zidane murmured, imagining the robed Goddess and Chaos getting sloshed at a bar. "Huh...well, I guess if the gods recommend it." He accepted a cup, he and Prishe clinking glasses before drinking. Terra, however, refused again. "I'm sorry. I just don't drink." She smiled gently at the moogle's grateful for their offer. None of them noticed the panicked look that the creatures shared with each other at her refusal.
"I'm full," Prishe sighed, a satisfied grin breaking out on her face. Terra giggled and Zidane gave a small smirk. At least she managed to be cute when she ate everything, unlike a certain other person he knew. He shivered, suppressing thoughts of fork wielding mages and getting up from the table with a small stretch. Even though both he and Terra had started their meals later, they had finished ahead of Prishe by half an hour. They'd decided to wait for her to finish; it was the polite thing to do after all. "You're so lithe, but you eat so much." Terra giggled, impressed with the elder girl. "Where do you put it all, Prishe?" "You'll burst out of your bra if you eat so much," Zidane teased, the blonde girl going red at the thought. "Z-zidane!" she scolded.
Instead of being upset, Prishe sat up and leaned over the table, showing the slightest amount of cleavage. "Want to get a sneak peek?" she cooed, tugging on her top. "Pr-prishe!" Terra gasped. "Stop it, you two! We're in public!" Zidane leered and leaned forward, trying to get a better look. It was at that moment, the moogles returned, the two teens blushing and sitting back in their seats. "Kupo, we're going to turn in for tonight," one exclaimed. "Feel free to use the pool. Just take this hallway, here," the moogle said, pointing to a nearby hall, "and you'll end up outside. The room before has towels. Goodnight, kupoooo." And with that, the moogles took their leave. "A pool, huh?" Zidane murmured, looking Prishe over. "Sounds fun," she purred, down the same for him. They both giggled and headed down the hall, Terra following after a bit concerned. "This is why I don't drink..."
By the time she'd caught up with them, Zidane and Prishe were already sitting near the pool, wading their toes in the water. They seemed to be less energetic than before, something that the blonde girl felt relieved about; at least they wouldn't end up making some drunken mistake. Hearing her approach, Zidane looked back at her, smiling warmly. "Hey, Terra, wanna join us for a swim? It'll help us relax before bed." Terra smiled and nodded, beginning to remove her clothes...before realizing they had no swim-wear. "Ummm...Zidane..." But, he was already standing up and removing his clothing, his vest falling to the ground.
Despite his small build, his chest was surprisingly well toned. His skin was also a light brown tan, no doubt a result of all the treasure hunting he'd mentioned. Prishe grinned sliding out of her top. "I can beat that," she sniggered. She stuck out her bare chest proudly, wiggling her ebony, B-cup breasts in his direction. "Not bad, huh?" Zidane's tail waggled happily, the boy in question taking in an eyeful of the girl in front of him. "Not bad at all," he agreed. Prishe grinned and leaned in a little. "You can touch 'em if you want," she purred, giving him a playful wink. Terra rolled her eyes at the two and their flirting, pulling off her own shirt as well. Her own B-cup jiggled slightly, the blonde girl lying on her back in the grass. She would relax a little before getting into the pool; it'd prevent the risk of a stomach cramp and also give her two companions time to calm down.
At this point, Zidane and Prishe were both down to their underwear, their eyes locked in mock competition. "Take it off." "You first." They gripped their garments, ready to reveal all to each other. But before either went through with it, they both looked over to Terra who had already stripped down and wrapped her waist in a towel. She waved playfully at the two as she dipped herself into the pool, not planning on giving up her modesty. Both flirters sighed in defeat, their game no longer fun if they didn't have a willing audience. Respecting her wishes, they both stripped out of each other's sight and wrapped their torsos with a towel.
Of course, just because the flirting was gone didn't mean that they didn't have fun. Prishe declared a water war on Zidane, the two splashing at each other like children. Terra had ended up getting the wettest of all, Prishe teasing her as being a casualty of war. Of course, the tables quickly turned once Terra engaged them, waging war on both of them with her water spells. They both surrendered not too long after, declaring the Esper-girl to be the High Tide Queen. The two withdrew themselves from the pool, yawning a bit tiredly. They bid Terra a good night, the blonde girl smiling and doing the same before tilting her head back and sinking the back half of her body into the cool embrace of the lake. Slowly, she closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift away, able to meditate now that she was alone. Soon, sleep claimed her as she floated alone, memories of her world drifting through her mind.
Unlike Prishe, who recalled a bit about protecting her hometown of Tavnazia from some creatures called Beastmen, or Zidane, who had some memories of some places called Burmecia and Cleyra, her own memories of her home-world weren't a few select scenes, but blurs and flashes of chaos. She recalled feelings of isolation, rays of heat tearing through flesh and bone, children crying, an old man whose very presence oozed evil, and a horrible laugh that chilled her to her soul.
Terra gasped and jerked awake, looking around fearfully. When she was satisfied that she wasn't in danger, she sighed and pulled herself from the pool. She felt a little embarrassed about thinking so, but she'd probably be able to sleep better if she was next to her comrades; at least then she'd feel safe enough to let down her guard. The blonde beauty looked around, trying to find where Zidane and Prishe had run off to. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a familiar yellow appendage sticking out near a tree. "Ah, there you are," Terra smiled to herself, walking over to his location while trying to keep quiet so as not to rouse him from his sleep. As she got closer, she heard a small noise. "Zidane?" Was he still awake? She crept a bit closer, this time hearing the noise clearly. It was the sound of someone moaning. Terra decided to cautiously draw closer to the sounds, and, when she was within sight, she gasped a little at what she saw.
Zidane's underwear was around his ankles, leaving his waist completely naked. But Terra, drawing her eyes upward, found that she couldn't see much of Zidane's waist, since Prishe was sprawled all over it. What she did see was Zidane's erect penis being cushioned between Prishe's breasts as she slid them up and down over his shaft. Terra was mesmerized, frozen on the spot. She wanted to look away, her voice of reason telling her that this was all just the effect of late night drinking. But something primal inside of her cried out for the same attention. She could feel herself getting excited by the scene in front of her, her breaths coming quicker.
Prishe, noticing Terra due to her position, stared at the Esper-girl for a few moments. However, instead of saying anything, she continued Zidane's tit-job, her eyes still locked on the other blonde. After another minute or so, Prishe opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, lapping at the tip of Zidane's penis as it topped out over her breasts. Terra continued watching the scene in front of her, unable to do anything else. This was the first time she'd even seen anyone having sex...well, foreplay anyway; she had no idea that the act was so alluring. On instinct, her left hand slipped its way in between her legs, rubbing the outer lips of her pussy; her right lifted the towel hiding her form slightly up, giving the purple-haired girl a good look at her. The Elvaan girl gave Terra a playful wink before returning her full attention to the boy in front of her, her breasts rubbing frenziedly on Zidane's cock. His breathing became very labored, his hips thrusting up into the eager girl's cleavage. Not too long afterwards he gave one final thrust, a creamy white arc of his cum erupting from his dick and coating the front of the Elvaan's face and her upper neck.
Leaning back, Zidane let out a hearty sigh and tried to catch his breath as Prishe continued milking his deflating dick. He opened his eyes a moment later, finally noticing Terra, her fingers still playing with her blossom. "Hey, beautiful," he panted, "Did you enjoy the show? If you give me a second, I can guarantee you a one-on-one experience, instead of just watching from the sidelines. Or better yet...." He looked down at Prishe, the girl lapping up the remainder of his cream from his cock. Meeting his gaze, she looked at him inquisitively, before grinning and realizing what he had in mind. They smiled to each other and then turned back to Terra with a proposition: "You don't mind a threesome, do you?"
The half-Esper blushed at the thought of doing THAT with another girl...though she was somewhat curious as well. "I...I don't mind. I kind of wanted to..." she murmured, looking Prishe over contemplatively. Prishe got up from in between Zidane's legs and made her way over to the stammering, young woman. She gave a seductive smile, leaning in close to the shy girl. "Wanted to what, Terra?" Prishe slid behind Terra's still body and pressed her form against the woman's back, placing her hands on her shoulders and leaning her face next to Terra's ear. "Be with another woman?"
If Terra could have turned any redder, she would've turned purple. She buried her face in her hands and shook, unable to answer the question. Gently, the Elvaan took ahold of Terra's hands and lowered them, before gripping Terra's chin, turning the girl's head to meet her own. Slowly, Prishe brought her lips to Terra's and they kissed, planting mild pecks on each other's lips. Being the bolder of the two, the older girl pressed her chest against Terra's, her tongue poking into the other girl's mouth. The Esper-girl didn't resist, pressing her own tongue forward to meet Prishe's, her hands sliding over the girl's ebony skin. Zidane, finally finding the strength back in his leg, made his way over to the two women.
Entranced and moaning from the other woman's attentions, Terra failed to notice the boy's approach until he attached his lips against her unprotected neck. Shocked and surprised by the sudden intruder, Terra stumbled back a foot and tried to catch her breath. The other two giggled at her response, before advancing on her from both sides. Terra covered her chest shyly, feeling a bit self-conscious about her nude state now that she was the center of attention. "Hey, hey, stop hiding the goods," Prishe cackled, pulling the smaller girl's hands away, eliciting a squeak from Terra. "It's not like we don't see you naked every time you Trance out on us, anyway." Zidane took the opportunity to grab an edge of the towel, pulling it to the ground and leaving Terra completely naked in front of her companions.
Both surveyed Terra over, paying close attention to her strong form, her small but firm and enticing breasts, and especially the small tuft of blonde hair between her legs. Zidane whistled and Prishe licked her lips at the bountiful sight before them. As if on cue, they both advanced on Terra and softly gripped a breast each, bringing their mouths forward, enveloping both nipples simultaneously in their mouths.
Terra let out a heady sigh as her companions paid her nipples special attention, their hands roaming her luscious body. She placed a hand on the back of each of their heads, urging them to do more, which they were happy to oblige. Nipping and biting the flesh on and around the nipple, Zidane and Prishe continued to push Terra's threshold of pleasure upward and onward. They made eye contact with each other and nodded, an interaction Terra didn't miss. Prishe continued pleasing the nipple she had in her mouth, while Zidane moved down to between Terra's legs. Terra cooed anxiously, fully aware of what was about to happen.
Zidane gripped Terra's ass and pulled her forward until her virgin sex was directly in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, directing it into Terra's pussy. The girl let out a yelp as he began to lick her innards, Prishe gripping the abandoned breast and playing with it. Terra's moans began increasing in volume and intensity, the Esper-girl throwing her head back and gripping the boy's face, pushing it as far into her groin as he could handle. Her hips began moving on their own, bucking against his tongue as she tried to intensify her pleasure. Zidane, ready to send her over the edge, slid two fingers into Terra's glistening mound, the girl crying out as her first assisted orgasm racked her body.
Both Zidane and Prishe held onto Terra as she swayed, her orgasm rippling through her body. When she finally felt the last waves leave her, the blonde eased herself down onto Zidane's chest and just laid there for a moment, profusely thanking the two. After a moment Terra blinked, feeling something hard poking against one of her legs. She looked down, the boy's length fully erect again. She gave him an inquisitive look, which Zidane returned with a small smile. "It's there if you want it." Terra, deciding to be bold for once, slid her body down until her hips were almost even with Zidane's, her face alight with eagerness.
Terra lifted her hips up and tried to insert Zidane's dick into her pussy, but her inexperience made her motions a bit awkward. Prishe, deciding to offer her assistance, gave Terra a gentle swat on the butt before easing her hips back. The Elvaan-girl took the cock in her hand and enveloped her mouth around it, sucking the boy off rapidly. The boy moaned as she bobbed her head on the organ, pulling away once it was glistening wet with her salivations. She then turned her attention to Terra's pussy, her tongue trailing over the girl's lips. It wasn't too long before she was gushing again, both teens more than eager to continue.
With one hand gripping Zidane's length, and her other hand pushing Terra's hip, Prishe finally guided the two together, helping ease Terra down onto Zidane's shaft. "So tight and warm," Zidane grunted out, pushing his hips up to meet hers. Terra simply groaned, her body overwhelmed by this new sensation. Prishe helped the two build a slow rhythm of grinding and pushing until Terra was sliding comfortably over the genome's dick. She would rise herself up to the tip and then thrust down as far as she could. Satisfied that they'd be able to handle things from there on, Prishe knelt down in between the two, her face aligned with their genitals. "Don't mind me," she purred, her tongue sliding over the boy's balls. She wiggled her tongue, teasing the cum-storing sacs, before tracing her tongue up his shaft and plunging it into the blonde girl's dripping pussy. She continued her ministrations, teasing them both in between thrusts.
Whether it was from Terra's tightness or Prishe's licks against his scrotum, or a combination of the two, whatever the case, soon after they started humping, Zidane felt himself ready to cum again. "Terra, I'm gonna...uugghh. I gotta pull out!" She gripped his face between her two hands and looked tenderly into his face, her hips pinning him to the ground as she continued thrusting. "It's okay; cum as much as you want." That was all it took for Zidane; he gripped Terra's hips, thrust harshly, and cried out as he emptied his seed into Terra's womb. The blonde girl was flushed, her mind cloudy; she probably wouldn't have let him cum inside had she been in her right mind, but the feeling of impending orgasm chased away all thoughts of such things.
He continued thrusting, his hips slapping softer against her as he emptied his rejuvenated balls. With each thrust Terra felt another orgasm coming on. "More!" she cooed. "More!" Unfortunately, Zidane was softening inside her and she was still not close enough to achieve orgasm. Terra whimpered softly for the denied orgasm, grinding her hips roughly against Zidane in an attempt to stimulate him back to his full length. Zidane moaned in protest, his sensitive organ aching from her ministrations. "H-hey...gimme a second," he gasped. A pair of arm wrapped around Terra from behind, hoisting her off of Zidane and placing her on her back in the grass. Prishe smiled down at her, leaning close and whispering into her ear, "I'll help you finish." With that, she slinked down to Terra's thigh and slipped her head between Terra's legs, licking Terra, with full intent on getting her off quickly.
She probed Terra's insides with her tongue thoroughly and savagely, tasting Zidane's essence and enjoying the vibrations signaling the Esper girl's on-coming orgasm. Terra rode Prishe's tongue, her eyes wide as she got closer to release. Small shivers went through her body as the Elvaan lapped at her clit, the elder girl's tongue tickling at her labia, her toes clenching from the stimulation. She arched her back and let out a cry of ecstasy, her cum and Zidane's gushing into the purple haired girl's waiting mouth. Prishe caught the flow in her mouth, the tangy mixture of her lovers' union filling it entirely. She swallowed it all, before leaning on her back, a big smile on her pretty face. "Mmmm," she purred, her chin dripping with Zidane and Terra's juices. "Better than Rolanberries." That brought a laugh from all three lovers. When the laughing subsided, Prishe helped Terra to a sitting position next to Zidane, the two cuddling next to each other in the cold air. "Sit back and watch," the ebony girl giggled.
Prishe turned her back to both of her companions and started a slow gyrating dance, moving to a rhythm that only her body could hear. Her hands traced sensually over her pert breasts, sliding tantalizingly slow down her belly and in front of her shorts. She wiggled out the last stitch of clothing, her bare ass sticking out at them. She gave Zidane a playing wink, the boy's loins stirring at the realization that Prishe had gone commando. The shorts slipped around her ankles before she stepped out of them, her back still to them.
As she continued to dance, the other two suddenly realized that something seemed...off about Prishe, as if something out of place. Zidane's eyes traced over the girl, wondering what it could be. His eyes trailed across her backside. The luscious curves of her rear, her sleek sexy legs, the two testes bouncing in-between her thighs, the occasional flash of her flat tummy, her...wait, her what? Prishe spun around at that moment, fully displaying herself for the two.
Terra let out a small gasp, torn between surprise and fascination at the sight in front of them. Zidane was stuck on surprise. "P-Prishe...you have a...?" The Elvaan giggled, splaying her legs so that they could get a better view. Nestled in between her legs, underneath a purple tuft of hair, was a raging hard, seven inch long penis. Attached below was the pair of testicles he'd seen earlier, both drawn tightly as proof of her arousal. Her length throbbed in time with her heartbeat, her blue eyes washing over the two in front of her. She purred and began to approach the two, the sensual movement of her body a stark contrast to the b sticking out from between her legs. Her cock throbbed as she turned her gaze towards Terra. She bit her lip lustfully, imagining the 18-year-old moaning her name as she plunged in and out of her over and over. But before she got to her... Her gaze switched to the blonde, licking her lips excitedly. She'd wanted to do this for a while. "My turn!"
Shifting quickly into a crouch and then springing, Prishe tackled Zidane to the ground, straddling his waist. She gave him a wicked grin, her cock bulging enticingly against his belly. "Uhhh..." he stammered, unintelligibly. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about this. Sure, Prishe was cute and all, but he'd never been with a girl so...uniquely endowed. That and her cock was almost the same size as his! A distracting set of facts to be sure. Prishe ground her hips against his, rubbing fiercely against the blonde boy's belly. Terra watched from the sidelines, curious as to how the scene would play out. The Elvaan girl leaned her face close to Zidane's, planting a wild kiss on the boy's lips. She gripped his cheeks and slid her tongue down his throat, the boy going rigid underneath her. She moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss, looking even more wound up than before. "Ready for some real fun?" she giggled, eagerness tinting her voice. She pulled back and slid her hips up to meet his face, her brown balls resting squarely on his lips. "Taste them," she urged.
The blonde boy looked uncomfortable, but he obeyed, slowly sticking his tongue out and rolling it over Prishe's sack. The girl let out a gasp, her toes clenching in the grass. "Aaah...again," she cooed, grinding against his face a little. He watched her reaction, getting excited despite himself. Sure, she had this...thing in between her legs, but she was still a girl. The least he could do is give her release, right? His tongue slid over her orbs again, the ebony girl cooing again. She seemed to be really sensitive. He smiled a little and grasped her legs in his hands, shaking off the rest of his inhibitions. The treasure hunter opened his mouth, sliding the elf girl's cock past his lips with a small mumble. Prishe arched her back and moaned as her dick was teased by Zidane's explorative tongue. She looked over to Terra, beckoning the girl over with a finger. Terra obeyed, heading over to the other woman as if she were controlling her with invisible strings. When she was in front of Prishe, the Elvaan rested a hand on Terra's shoulder and lowered her down to a kneeling position. Prishe giggled and pulled her cock free of Zidane's mouth. "Sorry; ladies first," she teased, repositioning it towards Terra's lips. The blonde boy wiggled from under her, deciding to seek his pleasure elsewhere.
Terra was quite the curious one indeed; her mouth and tongue explored every inch of Prishe's surprising organ. Prishe moaned at Terra's actions, incredibly turned on by her eagerness. She stroked the girl's hair, enjoying the blowjob. She was getting ready to try letting Terra deepthroat her when a strange sensation came from her ass. Something large and wet was poking at the entrance to her anal cavity, the girl letting out a confused gasp. Apparently, she'd never been touched back there before. "Cat got your tongue, Prishe?" Zidane laughed in between licks, the Elvaan letting out a squeal as both of them quickened their efforts. She moaned, bucking onto Zidane's tongue and into Terra's mouth with each thrust. Her head was swirling with pleasure, unable to properly react. Suddenly, the tongue at her rear ceased, the girl letting out an impatient grunt. She was so close, dammit! Her irritation made way for pleasant surprise as she felt the head of Zidane's cock pressing against her puckered hole. "Oh hell yeah..."
The boy pressed his length against Prishe's hole, shoving a little in order to penetrate the girl's sensitive cavity. Terra slowed her ministrations to match the new pace the two were setting, bobbing slowly on Prishe's cock; she didn't want to get her off before Zidane could have his fun. Prishe grunted, wiggling excitedly between the two. Her eyes were wild, her nostrils flared, and she wanted to cum badly. "Shit, Zidane!" she swore, "Don't be so damn gentle! Stuff my ass with that genome sausage!" The boy blinked in surprise before complying, driving his length into her all the way to the hilt. The Elvaan shrieked in bliss, pounding her hips back to meet his fierce thrusts. Terra resumed her sucking, Zidane's thrusts pushing Prishe's cock even deeper into her throat. She moaned around the thick length, adding onto the purple-haired girl's pleasure.
The blonde boy grunted as he fucked Prishe, his hands gripping her breasts roughly. The Elvaan was spurred on by the kinky advance, turning her head to lock lips with her lover. The two kissed passionately, her squeezing his cock with her ass muscles, coaxing him to fuck her harder. Their balls slapped together wetly, heightening their pleasure further. Her cock twitched wildly in Terra's mouth, the Esper-girl's eyes going wide as she felt the signs of Prishe's orgasm. "Z-zidane!" Prishe pushed Terra away gently and pulled off of the boy shoving him onto his back. She pounced on him, forcing her cock past his lips, white hot arcs of cum erupting across his tongue.
Torrent upon torrent of her white creamy load flooded Zidane's mouth, the moaning girl holding him steady against her waist. Not expecting such a copious amount, Zidane nearly choked on her balljuice. Fortunately, he caught himself before he gagged, managing to relax his throat, swallow, and breathe through his nose. Prishe continued moaning as splotch after splotch of her essence flowed into Zidane's maw, running a gentle hand through his blonde hair. When she was empty, Prishe released Zidane from her death grip and slumped down in front of him exhausted, though her cock stayed rock-hard; apparently, she was multi-orgasmic. "Was it good?" Zidane teased, stifling the urge to burp. Prishe grinned at him, placing a big kiss on his cheek. "You naughty monkey," she laughed. She reached down to finish him off as well, but got an even better idea. "Hey, Terra? Wanna try some anal?"
At the mention of her name, Terra shook herself out of her reverie. She took a second to comprehend what she heard and then nodded her head. Slowly, she crawled over to the other two, Prishe pulling her into a quick kiss, her fingers rubbing at the blonde girl's mound. "You'll love it; I promise." Terra nodded, grinding gently against Prishe's fingers and letting out a small moan. "Wh-what do I do?" "Lay face down on the grass, lift your hips up, and spread your legs as far as you can. We'll take care of the rest."
Terra obliged the two, lying face down and spreading her legs just as instructed. Both Prishe and Zidane took a second to enjoy the view together. "Lemme loosen you up first," Prishe said, scooting closer to her. "We don't want this to hurt, after all." She leaned over Terra's ass and gripped her flesh, spreading her cheeks as far as she could. With that done, Prishe brought her mouth to the Esper-girl's virgin ring and began licking. Terra shook with surprise and shock, but quickly calmed down and sighed with pleasure at the new sensation. Watching the Elvaan rim the other girl got Zidane raring to go, his cock twitching in anticipation. After a couple of moments, Prishe turned to him and beckoned him over with a finger.
He brought his rigid member over to Prishe, the girl gripping the raging member and taking it into her mouth, loving the taste of his cock in her mouth. She blew him for several moments, soaking his cock with her saliva until it was drenched. She pulled him from her mouth and lead his dick over to Terra's awaiting asshole, easing him in gently. "Oohhh!" Terra gasped, her insides feeling incredibly full. "By the moons....," he gasped, "...you're so tight." Her butt felt warm and wonderful, the boy's tail twitching spastically behind him; not even Prishe had felt this good! With the initial pain over with, Terra eased up on her clenching a little, allowing Zidane a little more comfort.
Finally, she relaxed enough that Zidane was able to push as far in as he could. He let her get used to the feeling and then he pulled out, only his tip still inside of her. He pushed back in, quicker this time, and Terra sighed, this time from pleasure. Prishe stood behind Zidane, rubbing his chest and egging him on with dirty talk. When she felt he was comfortably in control, she got directly behind him and started kneading his ass, rubbing the flesh softly. Zidane didn't think anything of this; he was just enjoying the feel of being inside Terra's tightness. The Elvaan smiled wickedly, quickly taking advantage of Zidane's lowered defenses and struck. Her cock shoved its way deep into HIS anus, the boy letting out a cry of surprise.
"I thought you were fucking Terra's front," he moaned, the girl slipping deeper into him. "Well, I was going to," Prishe giggled, shoving inch after inch into him, "but you know what they say: Be careful of whose ass you fuck on the way up, cuz you might have to ride that person's cock on the way back down." And with that, she shoved the rest of her meat into him, fucking him full force. She moaned throatily into his ear as she pounded him, her arms encircling his chest. "Mmmm! Fuck, you're tight!" His tail went rigid as he was mercilessly penetrated, his eyes wide in shock...and pleasure. In front of him, Terra moaned in sudden bliss at the feeling of his cock swelling excitedly within her. "Ohhhhh, Zidane..." she cooed, pressing herself closer against him. She leaned back and kissed his cheek gently, before moving her head lower and suckling at the boy's neck, driving her hips back against him. Zidane was frozen with shock for a minute or so, Prishe filling his ass with her dick and Terra teasing him with her ministrations. "Fuuuck," he gasped in pleasure, thrusting weakly as the two had their way with him.
Push and pull, push and pull; that was the rhythm the three had developed with their love making. Prishe pushed forward into Zidane, which pushed in further into Terra, who barely was able to keep her position as the combined weight of her two companions continued to slam against her. All three were moaning and sweating from their actions, all three aching for release. Prishe slapped Zidane's ass, panting lewd words and sweet nothings into his ear. Terra arced back against the boy, milking his throbbing cock with her ass muscles rubbing her back gently against his chest as she suckled at his jawline. Their moans increased, a tremor running through them; they were about to cum!
"Awww, hell!" Prishe was the first to go this time, bucking and firing her hot seed into Zidane's tight quarters. The Elvaan's jizz seeped out of him, the girl still thoroughly fucking his tight hole as she got off. As she continued to buck inside of him, he orgasmed as well, his own load blasting into Terra's warm and worn hole. Terra cried out and pressed back against Zidane, her own spray of fluids erupting from in between her legs. Her body twitched pleasurably as she shivered against the boy, mewling softly.
With their shared orgasms subsiding, the three fell to the ground together, a sex-weariness taking over all three of them. Zidane laid in the grass, leaning on his side so as not to smother his tail, the appendage wriggling gently behind him. Terra cuddled up to his front, her lips meeting his in a gentle, loving kiss. Prishe took the back, pressing her oozing length playfully against him and nipping one of his earlobes. He sighed contentedly and surrendered to them both, resting his head in between the older girl's bosoms and curling his tail around Terra. It was things like this that made this war worth fighting.
Meanwhile, far above them and out of sight, a lone figure peered down at them angrily. His clothes suggested he was a jester of some sort, but the grim truth was far from that. A half-empty bottle of liquid dangled in one of his pale hands, the contents the same color as the wine the moogles had served earlier. "Those sons of submariners!" he cursed, stamping his foot with a scowl. "I practically hand them those three on a plate, give them some brain-washing elixir, and they STILL manage to mess things up!?" His demeanor shifted, his rage giving way to a sudden impassiveness. "Eh, no matter. There are still more warriors to catch. They'll get it right next time, or else they'll get a SMACK....on the pompom!" He cackled wickedly, throwing back his head and letting out a cruel laugh. Next time those Warriors of Cosmos would be his loyal slaves...but for now, he'd settle for posting risqué stories about them on fanfiction websites. And, with a wave of his hands, the man vanished into the night to do just that.
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2). The second time...
he came around again
it was similar to the last time:
the door was open, the lights were off, but
this time I had some music playing
we'd organised it all previously via text that day
he would come around later that night
he would be silent
I would be silent
the anticipation had me so incredibly aroused
when he finally arrived,
he came in
he took his clothes off
and laid down beside me on the sofa bed
we kissed and touched a lot
and we talked a bit
we talked more than before, and laughed,
he's quite funny.....and smart...I like that
then he told me to stop talking
he started kissing me on the lips
his tongue probing my mouth
again he told me to shut up
he said shut up and fuck me
and as I giggled
I felt him slide inside me
he was so big
and so I shut up
and we fucked
it was great
he really fucked me hard
and he fucked me really good
he kept on fucking me and I liked it
I liked the way he fucked me
earlier that day he asked me
if I'd ever done anal
I said I had
I said I loved it
he replied that when he read my words;
'I LOVE ANAL'
his cock grew rock hard...
and so now, on the couch, while he thrust hard inside my pussy
I offered him the chance
he could fuck me up the arse
I asked him did he want to
I already knew the answer
but I loved hearing him say it
Fuck yes, roll over.
he rolled me over onto my stomach
grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, my arse in the air
I felt the tip first as he placed it near my hole
that excited me
soon I felt more of him as
he eased slowly into me
slowly
gently, I told him
I was so tight
his cock moved deeper inside me
Oh God! I moaned
he too moaned out loud
he began fucking me
fucking me from behind
fucking me in the arse
so hot
so incredibly hot
it felt so good
I clawed at the cushions
pain transformed to pleasure
he fucked me up the arse
he reached around and found my tits
my nipples hard, erect, sensitive
he grabbed them with both hands
his body weight now on top of mine
I liked feeling slightly trapped underneath him
his skin, his warmth, his chest rising and falling
meshing and pounding against mine
he squeezed my breasts hard
my nipples harder
he bit at my neck
fuck that turned me on
and fucked me hard
his cock sliding in and out of my arse
his grunts and moans of pleasure from above
taking it in turns with mine
he said he was going to cum
so I stopped him
he slid out and turned me back over
onto my back
he cleaned himself up
then asked
can I come in your pussy
I should sure
and opened up my legs for him to enter
he then fucked my pussy
I held onto the rails of the couch so I could lift my legs up higher
and he could get in deeper
he went in deep
so deep
I cried out
he fucked me
kept fucking me
the couch banging against the wall
he fucked and fucked me
till he came
he left soon after....
3). the third encounter...
more texting through the day...
"U busy now? Would love a blow job before work!
If you come here now you can suck me...
I am stroking my cock and it's huge!
Wish I was deep inside you pounding you doggy and pulling your nipples as you rub your clit...
Hello you horny little thing, your arse need servicing?
I would love to watch you fuck another chic
How about another chic and u two 69 with a toy in one pussy as I fuck your arse...
Fuck I'm horny"
Later that night
he said he'd come around and that
I should be in my bed
I said you don't know where it is
he said he'd find it
in the dark?
of course!
he said, 'no talking!'
I said fine
I said no lights
he said okay
he arrived
he came to my room
he got into bed with me naked
it was dark
it was silent
and he fucked me again
and again it was hot
he rolled me over and we did it doggy
slow
hard
he said he was going to cum
so I stopped him
I rolled back over and said,
“then fuck me this way, because
I'm about to cum too”
he fucked me hard and fast
and as my head pounded against the back of the bed
I came
as I came I grabbed on hard to him
pulling him closer to me
my breasts heaving up at him
my body shaking
quickly he withdrew from my still quivering pussy
and then he came
he came on my pussy
I could feel his hot thick fluid running over my clitoris
I rubbed it in
absorbing the last of my own orgasm
he shuddered above me
his orgasm subsiding
till he was spent
he then, as quickly as he arrived, kissed me said, “I'll be in touch”
and left
it was hot
horny
kinky
and I fucking love it.....
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I watched as the snow began to melt due to the burning rays of the sun which shone down above me as I walked the bending pathway leading out of Ebonwall. I waved and smiled at everyone I passed, seeing their tired but happy faces as they saw me walking.
"Hello, Mr Branger!" I yelled out joyfully seeing one of my father's friends farming the twilight flower. Twilight flower was a common mythical plant as it was used to create light for our streetlamps at night. What people don't know is that Mr Branger cultivates its magical properties to produce a liquid called golden wheat. Golden wheat is used to enhance your esper. It tastes amazing in apple wood tea as well!
"Hey, Lyra. How's it going? Ahh, its court day, isn't it?" I watched as the smile on Mr Branger's face turned sour at the mention of me visiting the seven Courts.
I smiled softly as I spoke, putting his mind at ease, "It will be fine. As it is every month, Mr Branger. Don't worry!" I smiled the sunlight hitting my face making my freckles stand out.
I watched as he turned his body rubbing his grey beard as he squinted his eyes at me, "We shall see little Lyra. Come back soon and have some tea with me." He turned sending me a quick wave as he grunted while squeezing his palms as blood ran from his palms. I watched as his blood mixed with the soil as he chanted a verse from the blood book of Ebonwell. I smiled brightly as I watched the twilight flower form quickly. It blossomed its dark purple petals, sparkling from the rays of the morning sun.
I turned away from his home as I waved kicking the melted snow under my boots. I carried on with my journey waving to everyone that lived within Ebonwell. I spun my leather satchel round as I opened the loop digging my hand around the contents trying to find my leather-bound notebook. I grasped it in my hand feeling the cool feeling of the leather as I lightly ran my hands down the cover. I flicked it up flipping the pages in a hurry as I was nearing the outskirts of Ebonwell. I stopped my tongue pocked outside of my mouth as I tried to figure out where I was going.
"Where is it!" I grumbled as I scratched my head. I squinted my eyes trying to find where I put the locations to the Hallowed Court. I dropped my leather notebook as I threw my hands up in exhaustion, "Oh for the love of food!" I bent down red faced as I started picking up the loose sheets of paper which flew out of my now opened notebook. While grumbling to myself I felt a cold hand touch my hair, "Ahh!" I fell over falling face first into the dirt.
I quickly scurried on my butt away from the black combat boots which were standing right in front of me. My breathing quickened as I swerved my hands over my face dropping blood into my palms as I created strings. I breathed in deeply as I stretched the strings hearing a groan come from in front of me -- I smiled triumphantly.
I slowly stood up as I pulled the life strings even tighter in my palms seeing the male as he struggled to stand. I pulled even tighter until I heard a familiar voice cry out to me, "Lyra you fool it's me!"
I quickly pulled my hands away watching the life strings as they disappeared seeing the person fall over in a heap onto the floor. I rushed over regret filling my every word, "Oh my stars, Obitus I am so sorry!" I rushed to his aid as he coughed loudly in his throat, I frantically patted his back, "I am dreadfully sorry. Please forgive me?" I bit my tongue as I helped him up.
I stood back as I watched the King of the Elementals dust of his orange jacket. I sheepishly scratched my neck stepping clumsily. Obitus turned around an arched eyebrow adorned his face as he stared at me.
"Look... I said I was sorry. Ok?" I tried to reason with him until he ran towards me, he crashed into me which sent me and him included tumbling down the hill that we were close to. We both rolled down the hill I laughed loudly as he gripped my arms in his hands.
I laughed even louder as we reached the bottom with a thud. I tried getting up but failed as my eyes spun, I fell again but this time Obitus caught me. I smiled brightly as his grip on my hips tightened. I patted his hand gently as I giggled, "Hey Obitus. Long time no see!" I laughed as he looked at me with a dead expression.
I cackled as he began to tickle me, I tried kicking my legs out to try and stop him, but it was no use he overpowered me -- literally. I coughed trying to breath in some much-needed oxygen, I croaked out, "Stop it you scoundrel!" I breathed raggedly as I heard his sexy laughter as he stood up with ease.
A hand dropped in front of my face as I grasped it, Obitus pulled me up grabbing my waist against as I seemed to have lost my balance again. I smiled radiantly, "Thank you, Obiuts!" I stepped away before he could tickle me again.
I stood beside him as I began to walk back up the hill where my notebook and papers were still sprawled on the floor. I walked beside Obitus as we began our ascent up the hill. We reached the top of hill I breathed heavily as I walked over to my papers and notebook. I grabbed them all as I attempted to shove it all inside my satchel. I closed the satchel looping it around my shoulders again.
I turned to see Obitus staring at me I walked over to him pointing a finger at him, "What?"
He shrugged as he held out a hand touching some fly away hairs next to me face, he smiled as he spoke smoothly, "I missed you. You haven't come to see me; I was getting worried!" His smile turned into a frown as he looked at me expectantly.
I huffed as I hugged his waist nuzzling my face into his chest.
I smiled smelling the familiar lavender and cedar on him, I spoke quietly, "Obi I haven't had time. I must visit the Hallowed Court to do a blood reading on the quartz." I explained as I let go of his waist as I stepped away watching as he face morphed into a sad smile.
I clicked my finger as I pointed it towards him, "I'll come and see you after, deal?" I bargained as I saw his sad smile flip to a happy, toothed grin.
He rushed to me and kissed my cheek softly, "Deal!" I laughed.
Obitus was getting ready to mount his flame dragon, but I stopped him with a wave of my fingers, he gave me a puzzled look. I called out to him in a hurry, "Do you know how to get to the Hallowed Court by any chance?" I smiled sheepishly fidgeting from one foot to the other.
I saw his face light up as he jumped down from Xides as he strode towards me. I held my breath as he stopped so that his chest with next to mine, he bent down whispering in my ear, "Let me take you, beautiful."
I took his hand graciously that was held out for me to take, he lifted me with ease onto Xides I watched in awe as he effortlessly jumped up on to Xides and he sat down in front of me.
He grabbed my hands from behind him as he wrapped them around his waist, "Hold on tight beauty!" I rolled my eyes at his fatal attempts of wooing me, but I did tighten my hold on his waist as I felt his beast pick up speed.
I squealed as I hid my face in Obitus's back as I felt the ground fall beneath the beasts' feet. I peeked out from his back as I watched the ground become blurry as we lifted of into the sky with an increased speed. I felt the vibrations of Obitus chuckling, I punched his back with my hand as I settled down watching as Autumn Cross Town become just a speck of land beneath me. I looked in amazement -- this was incredible, this was my first time flying I was loving every second of it.
"I love this Obitus. You should take me flying all the time!" I exclaimed as I hugged Obitus tighter.
"Anything for you, beauty!" I heard as he patted my hands in front of him. Obitus smiled to himself -- hopefully this time it would work.
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WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual content as well as BDSM. This story also contains a wide age gap. (Dominant 21, Submissive 35).!!!This story contains mourning the loss of a lover from suicide.!!!
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Caspian smiled and glanced over at Hayden, meeting his eyes. Hayden looked gorgeous, his deep blue eyes looking around the back patio of my house in Bristol. It was mid-summer, warm outside. Hayden was lounging back against the lawn-chairs by the pool, looking out over the secluded backyard, trees hiding them from the closest neighbor entirely. Caspian had picked out this house, nearly nine years earlier, because of how beautiful and secluded the place was. He loved the way the sun bounced off of Hayden's beautiful skin, how his blond hair seemed somehow lighter in it.
"What?" Hayden asked, smirking at Caspian. Caspian blushed and pushed up his sunglasses so that they completely covered his eyes and he couldn't peek over the rim of them. He took a slow sip of wine as he observed Hayden's dark blue eyes peer at him in curiosity.
"Nothing just saw a bird over at the trees." Caspian fibbed, smiling teasingly at Hayden. Hayden cocked his head to the side and grabbed Caspian by the arm, pulling him forward and onto his lap. Caspian straddled him immediately, giggling a little and shaking his head. "Be careful! Don't spill my wine!" He cried out, trying to keep from spilling his wine all over the towels, but failing miserably. He couldn't help but laugh and wrap his arms around Hayden's neck.
Hayden gripped his hip in one hand and his cheek in the other, pulling his face down so that their lips met. Caspian smiled against his lips, letting him lead them in a slow and teasing kiss. Hayden had two modes, sexually speaking, it was somewhere between a romance movie and a porno. Caspian never minded, the spontaneity was a huge turn-on for him. Caspian whimpered and parted his lips as Hayden slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Hayden slipped his tongue into Caspian's mouth, slowly and deliberately searching every corner of his mouth, seemingly memorizing it.
Caspian smiled and blushed a little when Hayden pulled away from him and grabbed his sunglasses by the sides and gently pulled them off of his face. Caspian bit his lip and lowered his eyes a little, feeling embarrassed at how bare he suddenly felt in Hayden's arms. They were so close now, he could smell the shampoo that Hayden used. He could see the tiny little imperfections he'd come to love. The little razor-thin scar on Hayden's forehead, barely visible just at his hairline, the crooked nose that somehow fit perfectly there, a few littered acne scars... Caspian had fallen in love with each of his little imperfections. Hayden pulled Caspian back down and kissed him again.
"Marry me," Hayden murmured, looking into Caspian's eyes. His eyes were scanning, watching Caspian closely.
"What?" Caspian asked, his eyes widening and tears springing to his eyes. Hayden just pressed another gentle kiss on his lips and smiled a little.
"Marry me," Hayden murmured again, his lips brushing against Caspian's as he said it. Caspian leaned forward and kissed him for a second. "I love you Cas. Marry me." Caspian sucked in a deep breath, and he nodded, a simple little movement that caused Hayden to smile really big and lean up a little bit, kissing him again. "I want to hear you say it." Hayden's lips began trailing down Caspian's neck, making him whimper. His mind fogged over a little bit, his heart racing in his chest.
"Say what?" Caspian whimpered as Hayden trailed kisses down his chest and settled over his nipple, sucking a little bit. Caspian moaned, his dick jumping to attention.
"Say you'll marry me," Hayden murmured after a moment, his warm breath ghosting over Caspian's hard, slightly wet nipple, making Caspian whimper again. Caspian nodded again.
"I'll marry you, asshat. But only if you can find me!" Caspian teased a little, standing up and running towards the door. Hayden paused for a moment, taken aback before he smirked wickedly and stood up.
"Game on," Hayden hollered, chasing after Caspian. Caspian had the advantage because he'd visited the house plenty of times, but the fun was in the chase, not winning. Despite having been able to hide in the countless compartments that could've probably hidden him for hours, he runs straight towards the farthest bedroom, Hayden right on his heels. Caspian had already made it halfway up the stairs when he felt Hayden's hand graze him. He smirked a little. He purposefully sped up a little, acting like he was going towards the bedroom.
At the last moment, he turned and took the first door around the corner, slipping it silently shut behind him, and giggled. He knew he'd eventually be found, could even hear Hayden's footsteps right outside the door, before they seemed to disappear. He turned his back and looked around the room. The sound of the door opening and hitting the wall carelessly made him jump, but he didn't have time to react or run because within half a second of the sound of the door flying open, he found himself flying through the air towards the bed, landing with a quiet bounce looking up at Hayden.
Hayden got down on top of him and smirked, pushing the hair out of his eyes and cradling the side of his face. "I got you." Hayden teased, tweaking one of his nipples and leaning down to kiss him.
"Mhmm!" Caspian hummed, pleasure thrumming through his body at the touch. Their lips were moving together slowly, Caspian noticed finally that his dick was achingly hard. "I let you get me, so... what's my prize?" Hayden smiled mischievously and looked down over Caspian with a heated, lustful gaze. Hayden didn't really have to say anything, Caspian knew just what his prize was.
Hayden.
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Caspian was standing beside Hayden, Hayden's arm was wrapped possessively around Cas's waist, his fingers digging into his slender hip. Caspian was holding a glass of wine in one hand, and his other arm was laced around behind Hayden, his hand slipped a little into the waistband of Hayden's pants. The pair were standing up in front of their friends and family at the reception. They'd had a small ceremony that only family was invited to, but the reception was open to anyone who they knew.
The whole wedding planning, ceremony, and reception was bittersweet for Caspian. He was thrilled about being married to Hayden, but the whole process brought up memories from marrying Jeffrey. It'd been three years since Jeffrey had died, he'd mourned and picked up the pieces but some days he still couldn't shake missing him. He'd loved it with Hayden, had felt elated the whole time, invited everyone he still talked to. But he still missed Jeffrey.
He had actually had a really amazing day, he'd spent the night before and the morning curled up in bed with Hayden, not really doing anything but spending time together. They'd finally managed to force themselves out of bed just before nine, and showered, then dressed and headed towards the venue together. They had opted out of all of the traditions, just going for something simple that made them happy. They didn't really want a huge fancy wedding, they just wanted something to solidify what they both already knew. It was nothing near as glamorous as Caspian had initially thought it may have been, but it was perfect. He loved the simple ceremony, felt that it was more intimate that way.
Amanda was sitting at the first table up by the front of the room, smiling at Caspian. Jeffrey's mother Teresa was beside her, and his brother as well. Caspian could see a few of their friends from before the accident wandering around, probably having seen the notification on Facebook or someone tagged them in the initial post. Caspian saw Adam and Miranda sitting at the table next to Jeffrey's, with Caspian's parents and little brother.
Caspian's little brother, Cecil, was twenty and adopted. He'd been abandoned at the church his parents went to, and they'd taken him in and raised him from the time he was two weeks old. He was a brown-haired, blue-eyed kid with the intelligence of the next Stephen Hawking. He was a prodigy, playing three instruments and speaking six different languages. He went to an elite boarding school in the states during the school year and came home only on holidays and summer vacations. He had excelled past everyone in the school and was graduated by sixteen with enough credits to start as a junior in college.
Caspian giggled as a familiar song played over the stereo system, and Hayden pulled him out to the center of the floor. Hayden wrapped his arms around Cas's waist, and Caspian wrapped his arms around Hayden's neck, letting Hayden lead him in a dance. They were so close together a piece of paper couldn't have slipped between them, Hayden's forehead resting on Caspian's shoulder. "You're mine, now," Hayden said, his hands clutching a little bit tighter at Cas's waist. Cas giggled a little and rolled his eyes.
"I'm yours now," Caspian agreed, pressing a little kiss against the base of Hayden's neck.
"God, I want to fuck you," Hayden said, lowering his voice to a whisper so that only Caspian could hear him. "Push you up against the nearest wall and just ravish you." Caspian sucked in a deep breath, the feeling of Hayden's warm breath ghosting over his ear made him shiver and a blush rush to his face. He quietly whimpered.
"Everyone's looking at us," Caspian murmured shyly, glancing around the room. He noticed several people watching them and he couldn't help but feel like they knew just what Hayden was whispering in his ear.
"Let them watch," Hayden said quietly, putting his hand on Cas's chin and leaning down a little to kiss him. Caspian's face flooded with heat, but he didn't even try to escape, he met him halfway and kissed him just as eagerly as Hayden kissed him. Hayden controlled the kiss, his tongue slipping into Caspian's mouth and lightly playing with Caspian's tongue. Hayden was keeping it as innocent as he could, but it didn't stop Caspian from quickly unraveling.
Hayden pulled away just in time for his Aunt Martha to come over and put her hand on his shoulder and start talking. Caspian couldn't focus on a single word she was saying because of the lust coursing through him was not allowing him to think about anything but when he was going to get to be alone with Hayden again. Caspian absentmindedly grabbed a glass of wine off a tray as one of the drink carriers came by and fanned himself discreetly, his bright red cheeks cooling down slightly. A gentle hand on his shoulder made him jump and he turned his head to look at the hand touching his only to see Hayden's hand on his shoulder.
Caspian immediately smiled and put his free hand on top of Hayden's. "I'm sorry, I got distracted," Caspian said immediately and Hayden shrugged a little.
"Aunt Martha was just saying how she is the one who gave us the tickets to the Bahamas," Hayden said.
"Oh, thank you so much, the Bahamas are beautiful. It'll be a lot of fun." Caspian said, smiling at Hayden's aunt. "I apologize, it's a little warm in here, isn't it?" Caspian asked, and she nodded a bit and smiled.
"Oh you are perfectly fine, I imagine you're probably a little scatterbrained after a long day." She said kindly and Caspian smiled gratefully and nodded his head. He was relieved that she thought he was just tired instead of the real reason, which was that Hayden had him stiff as a board between his legs.
"Definitely very scatterbrained," Caspian said, and Hayden laughed a little quietly. Hayden pinched Caspian on the ass, and Caspian smiled and shot him a dirty look. Hayden laughed again and rolled his eyes. Luckily, Martha didn't get a chance to say much else because she got swept away by a couple of guys who went to college with Hayden. Caspian had met them before, they came over to watch the super-bowl with Hayden and had slept over in a couple of the guest bedrooms. Hayden had like five guys over, made it like kind of a party and they all watched the game together. They were nice, taller, with broader shoulders and defined jawlines, they looked like a couple of linebackers.
"Congrats man didn't think you had it in you." Jason teased, grabbing him by the neck and playfully rubbing on his head. Hayden groaned and pushed him away.
"Thanks, man, don't mess up my hair though," Hayden said, and Jason laughed and shook his head. "What'd you mean? You're the one who couldn't keep a girlfriend for a month!" Hayden poked him and Jason shrugged.
"My hose likes to test out different spouts sometimes, what can I say," Jason said, and Hayden sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You know what they call that don't you?" Mike chimed in, smirking a little. "A man whore. You're a man whore."
"Guilty!" Jason laughed.
"All jokes aside though, congratulations," Mike said, patting Hayden on the shoulder. Hayden smiled, glanced around meeting Caspian's eyes. Hayden looked really happy, and Caspian couldn't help but hide his smile behind his wine glass and glance around the crowded room, more than ready to disappear into the car and fly off to the Bahamas.
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"Cas, you home?" Hayden called, and walked through the living room and into the kitchen, glancing around. Cas walked down the stairs, coming around the corner and into the kitchen, lightly tapping Hayden on the shoulder. Thirty seconds later he was pressed up against the edge of the counter, Hayden trapping him there. Before Cas could open his mouth to say a word Hayden was kissing him fiercely, taking his breath away. Hayden was pressing him against the wall and held him there, his tongue teasing Cas's tongue and his hands running all over Caspian's back.
Caspian pushed him away, sucking in a deep breath and looking over Hayden's face. "What's happened to make you so happy?"
"Guess who got a job at a doctor's office," Hayden said.
"Really, wow! Which one?" Caspian asked, and Hayden's smile got a little bit bigger.
"At the pediatrician's office. I'm going to be running labs all day." Hayden said, and Caspian smiled and nodded.
"So, a pediatricians office?" Caspian asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I love kids. I always wanted one, but I was gay and that isn't usually a possibility." Hayden said.
"You want kids?" Caspian murmured, turning around and grabbing a coffee mug off the hanger and the coffee pot out of the machine, pouring himself a cup of coffee and turning back around, looking up at Hayden again.
"Well, yeah. I know it's not really possible for us to have them though." Hayden said, and Caspian shrugged.
"It'd be possible once you graduate college," Caspian said, looking up at him with green eyes. He'd always wanted a child when the time was right, but Jeffrey had despised children so he'd just pushed the thought aside. He wasn't really one of those people who could handle the constant crying, the mess, and the lack of sleep.
"Really?" Hayden asked.
"Yeah, I've looked into adoption before, about five or so years ago. It's only about twenty to thirty thousand to adopt, and if we wanted to pay for a surrogate that'd be possible too." Caspian said.
"Why didn't you adopt before?" Hayden asked, and Caspian shrugged a little.
"Jeffrey wasn't really a kid person. He was a little bit too anxious, I suppose. I always wanted a child." Caspian said. "But, I was okay without one."
"I would be okay without one too, but if you want a child too, I'm definitely cool with it," Hayden said and ran his fingers down Caspian's cheek.
"Alright. Well, do you want to go out to celebrate your new job?" Caspian asked. Hayden smirked.
"I had a better idea of how to celebrate." Hayden pulled him close, ran his nose down the length of Caspian's neck. Caspian moaned silently, biting into his lip and blushing brightly.
"Oh really?" Caspian asked quietly.
"Definitely," Hayden said, and picked him up by his hips, placing him on the counter, slipping between his legs and wrapping his arms around Cas, leaning down and kissing him. Caspian wrapped his arms around Hayden and clutched onto him, letting Hayden lead their kiss. Hayden pulled away from his lips, kissing his cheek up to his ear, where Hayden licked the shell of his ear.
Hayden's hands came and began pulling at the hem of Caspian's shirt, pulling it off of him and throwing it out of the way, his right hand going to play with Caspian's nipple, tugging it lightly as he kissed him deeply, running his tongue along with Caspian's teeth slowly, tasting the coffee on his lips. Hayden trailed his other hand down Cas's spine, pulling him closer to his body, letting his hands move, and gripping him as close as he could.
Hayden was holding him as close to him as he could, kissing him as hard and as passionately as he could. Cas moaned, feeling Hayden grind their packages together, the fabric of their pant's the only thing separating their bodies from rubbing together. The pants were painfully tight around Caspian's dick, the material keeping him constricted, but the grinding of Hayden's hips allowed him to ignore it.
Hayden's hands dropped from his hips and began working the button of his pants. Caspian pulled back for a moment and glanced down at the hands that were now tugging anxiously at his zipper. Hayden didn't let them part for longer than a couple of seconds before he was slipping his hand into Caspian's pants and rubbing his erection slowly but deliberately, teasing the head with his fingertips before he palmed him through his underwear. "In the kitchen?" Caspian gasped out, his hands moving to Hayden's shoulders, gripping him as pleasure rushed over him in waves.
"Right here," Hayden growled into Caspian's ear, the sound sending little shockwaves of pleasure through him as he held on tight to Hayden. The pressure in his groin was building up, his dick getting harder and harder, his underwear tenting in the front between his open zipper. "Right now." Caspian whimpered, nodding his head desperately. He was so horny, the only thing he could think about was getting Hayden naked.
Caspian's hands tugged on Hayden's shirt, reaching down and grabbing the hem, pulling it over his head and tossing it carelessly to the side. Caspian ran his fingers over Hayden's smooth, toned abdomen, trailing his fingers lightly down to the waistband of his pants. Caspian unbuttoned and unzipped Hayden's pants, slipping his hand inside and into his boxers, cupping Hayden in his hand and slowly working his erection in his hands, matching the pace that Hayden went. While Caspian was stroking Hayden's dick, his other hand ventured up and began tugging at Hayden's nipple, moving his lips against Hayden's desperately.
Hayden pulled himself away and pushed his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them and pushing them out of the way. Then, he lifted Cas up and put him down on his feet, getting down and pulling the pants and underwear off of him before lifting him back up and pressing against his hole, and lightly pushing the tip of his dick at it. Caspian whimpered, wriggling down and pushing back.
Hayden sank into Caspian, and buried his face in his neck, biting down on him to stifle his moan. He didn't waste a moment and began fucking him, clinging onto Caspian tightly. He rocked their bodies, the rough and determined thrusts hitting Caspian's prostate with each movement of their hips. "You're mine," Hayden groaned, kissing the bright red hickey he'd left behind before trailing his lips up again and started kissing and biting at a spot right below Caspian's left ear. Caspian moaned, weaving his fingers through Hayden's hair. Caspian moaned out an agreement, unable to think about anything other than Hayden's dick moving in and out of him.
The feeling of Hayden's teeth on his skin, biting him--marking him--made Caspian whimper and press himself as close to Hayden as Possible. A gentle kiss atop his sensitive skin that Hayden had just finished biting on made Caspian let out a quiet whine.
"Who do you belong to," Hayden demanded of Caspian, whose eyes shot open at the demand and he gasped, looking down at Hayden, his cheeks flushed and his lips wet and parted slightly, a little swollen from the roughness of the kiss. Hayden's eyes lingered over Caspian's face, taking in the sight of the well-kept man a withering mess on the countertop. The sight of Caspian biting into his slightly swollen bottom lip made Hayden move harder, desperate to have the man in pieces in his arms.
"You! I belong to you," Caspian gasped out without a thought, leaning back and pulling Hayden down over him. Hayden smirked and grabbed Caspian's wrists in his hand, pinning them to the counter above his head. Caspian whimpered, looking up at Hayden with nearly black eyes as he gnawed at his lip. Sweat was matting Caspian's hair to his forehead, his face flushed, and his eyes darting rapidly, watching Hayden as he held him down and fucked him.
Hayden picked up the pace, making Caspian cry out, the faster pace battering his prostate in just the right way to make him cum. He was so close, just barely hanging on.
"God I love your tight little ass," Hayden placed little teasing kisses over Caspian's neck, keeping up a steady pace. The movement of their bodies caused delightful friction between them, rubbing Caspian's dick with each microscopic movement. His skin felt like it was vibrating, his heart was pounding, his breath was shaking. He was so close.
"Please," Caspian whimpered. "Please, it's so good, I just..." He couldn't finish his statement, he couldn't find the correct words to even go about describing what he was trying to get out.
Hayden picked the perfect moment to switch their positions, because when he pulled out and moved away, Caspian found himself whining in frustration because he was there. It was seconds before Hayden had turned him around and hoisted him up with an arm around his waist. Hayden pushed back into Caspian with a grunt, gripping Caspian's throat to get better leverage. Hayden had learned quickly how to choke Caspian because Caspian reacted like he was in heat every time he did it to him. While it was embarrassing to Caspian at times, it definitely worked out in his favor.
The change in position left Caspian's dick exposed to the air of the room, but it also made Hayden be able to fuck him so much harder than before. The sound of skin-slapping skin echoed all around them as Hayden gripped at Caspian's sweat slickened skin, holding him up with the tips of his toes not even on the ground as he fucked him. Caspian's weight and the force behind the thrusts were enough to make him scream out, and grapple at Hayden's arm. Hayden loosened his grip momentarily.
"Harder, please." Caspian pleaded, his face flushing brightly. He was very glad he was facing away from Hayden because there was no way in hell that he'd ever be able to face him at that exact moment.
"Fuck, you love this don't you, mm?" Hayden tsked into Caspian's ear, biting down a little harder at the back of his neck. "You're fucking perfect, every inch of you..." Hayden growled out as he trailed little teasing kisses down Caspian's shoulder. "I own you, Caspian. Every goddamn inch of your sexy little body is mine." The possessiveness in his voice made Caspian whimper. He couldn't help the way his bright red, sensitive dick was pumping out precum in time with each thrust.
It didn't take too much for Caspian to give himself over to his orgasm, he'd been holding off for so long he needed to let go. He could feel the ache from holding on, could feel his whole body shivering with every movement of their bodies. He was so sensitive to every touch, and when Hayden reached down and around him, tugging at his dick Caspian felt his toes curling. Caspian tensed, his whole body shaking as his orgasm ripped through him, leaving him weightless and sedated. Hayden groaned loudly as Caspian came around his dick, burying it as deep as he could.
Caspian could feel Hayden's cock pulsing inside him, throbbing deep inside him. He whimpered and wiggled around a little making Hayden let out a string of curses. He moved his hips back, pushing against Hayden's as his dick went in deeper making Hayden groan. "Fucking hell, Cas." Hayden groaned, gripping his hair and turning his face so that he could see him from behind him a little. Caspian was flushed, sweaty, and thoroughly fucked, making pride swell in Hayden's chest. He smirked and pulled Caspian up and around, immediately kissing him deeply, pressing every inch of them back together.
Caspian reached down between them and cupped Hayden in his hand, stroking him at a steady, and deliberate pace. Hayden didn't hold himself back, he began pumping his hips into Caspian's hand kissing Cas as deep and hard as he could. Caspian whimpered as Hayden pulled away, licking his lip and looking over Hayden. He looked gorgeous chasing an orgasm, and Caspian loved it.
When Hayden came, he buried his face in Caspian's hickey-covered neck, biting down one final time to stifle his moan. Caspian felt his dick twitch in response, but he was too spent to even think of going again right then. "God, Cas, I love you," Hayden murmured, kissing his neck gently, and Caspian giggled quietly and nodded in response.
"I love you, too," Caspian said, blushing brightly. Hayden smiled and pulled away from Caspian and kissed him on the forehead.
"Let's go shower," Hayden said, ushering Caspian towards the bathroom. Caspian nodded and let him lead towards the bathroom.
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The moonlight shining into the sheer curtains blanketed the room, hitting Caspian in the face and rousing him awake. He sighed and yawned a little, rolling over and reaching out tiredly for Hayden. He groaned and lifted his head and looked out, seeing Hayden's side of the bed empty. "Hayden," Caspian called. He didn't get a response, so he sat up and rubbed his eyes, glancing back at the window, wondering whether or not he'd mistaken the moon for the sun. He didn't.
He sighed and looked at the clock, 2:45 am. He stood up and walked down to the kitchen, looking for Hayden. He looked at the island, Hayden's head laid on his arm, school books were strewn around him. "Hayden, honey, wake up," Caspian said, gently patting his shoulder. Hayden jumped, his head shooting up.
"Fuck, what time is it?" Hayden asked.
"About three, why?" Caspian asked, picking up his textbook and looking over it. "Are you having a hard time?"
"Yeah, math isn't really my strong suit," Hayden admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "This assignment is due in the morning, and I haven't even gotten through four problems." Caspian sighed and picked up the paper he was working on.
dx∕dt = 2x (1 - x / 2) - xy
dx/dt = y (9/4 - y²) - x²y
Caspian could practically see the illustration of the nullcline graph. Instead of being two straight lines, one was a circle, which is probably what was causing Hayden to be confused. As the nullclines in the question were not both lines, it can be a little bit more difficult to solve the question.
Caspian could practically see the entirety of the equation working out before his eyes on the blank paper.
Find the equilibrium points. What is the source, and the sink?
dx ∕ dt = 2x (1 - x / 2) - xy
dy/dt = y (9/4 - y²) - x²y
x(2 - x - y)=0 The x-nullcline satisfies the equation. The equation consists of two lines, x = 0 and y = - x + 2. The y-nullcline is the set of points x and y, that satisfy ʸ ⁽ ⁻ˣ² ⁻ ʸ² ⁺ 9/4⁾ ⁼ ⁰. The points would lie on either the line y = 0 or the circle ˣ² ⁺ ʸ² ⁼ 9 / 4⁼ ⁽ 3 / 2 ⁾². The intersection points of the x and y nullclines give the equilibrium points (0,0), (0,3/2), (1+√2 / 4, -√2 / 4) ≈ (1.35, 0.65), (1 - √2 / 4, 1 + √2 / 4) ≈ (0.65. 1.35) and (2,0).
The x and y axis consists of the solution curves... if y = 0, then dx/dt = 0 which gives the answer dx/dt = 2x ( 1 - x / 2). With the same logistics equation, only changed from y to x, where x = 0 and dx/dt = 0, gives the answer of dy/dt = Y (-y² + 9/4). The equilibrium points at y = 0, and y = 3/2. On the phase line, y = 0 is the source and y = 3/2 is the sink.
"What exactly is your teacher asking for? There are no graphs here for you to show the line and circle, nor to graph the equilibrium points, or intersection points." Caspian asked after a couple of moments.
"There's supposed to be a graph?" Hayden groaned.
"Uh, well, if this is what I think it is, there should be. Isn't this a non-linear system?" Caspian asked.
Hayden glanced at the top of his text book, and nodded, glancing up at Caspian. Caspian grabbed Hayden's pen and wrote EP: (0,0), (0,3/2), (1+√2 / 4, -√2 / 4) ≈ (1.35, 0.65), (1 - √2 / 4, 1 + √2 / 4) ≈ (0.65. 1.35), (2,0). Source: y = 0 Sink: y = 3/2
"That's the answer?" Hayden asked.
"Yeah. It's pretty easy if you know how to chart them." Caspian said calmly.
"You didn't have a piece of paper," Hayden said, and Caspian shrugged.
"I don't need one," Caspian said.
"How the hell," Hayden said. "Whatever, all four are done now, so I can put this up. I'm honestly over this worksheet and I don't care if I pass or not." Hayden grabbed the pen and quickly scribbled down what Caspian had written. Caspian rolled his eyes.
"Why don't I solve them for you, and let you get to sleep. I have nothing else to do." Caspian offered, and Hayden shook his head.
"Nah, I definitely would get caught if I turned in work that was actually a hundred percent right," Hayden said, and put his hand on Caspian's spine, his fingers lightly tracing a line on his lower back. "Besides, I need groggy morning sex, and it won't be nearly as much fun if you're exhausted." Hayden teased, and Caspian rolled his eyes.
"I definitely want groggy morning sex, but you paid for college yourself, I don't want you failing out because you didn't understand one worksheet," Caspian said, and Hayden shrugged a little.
"If nothing else, I'll just ask for an extra day if I don't pass it," Hayden said, and Caspian nodded.
"Alright," Caspian agreed, heading towards the stairs.
"Where are you going without me?" Hayden asked, and Caspian smirked and turned around, glancing over his shoulder.
"Well, I thought I may have a three am wank," Caspian said, smiling mischievously before he walked up the stairs, leaving a shocked Hayden sitting at the island.
"Wait for me!" Hayden hollered, drawing out the e and running towards the stairway.
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Caspian could tell something was wrong when Amanda called him at noon on a Wednesday when she was usually in classes. Amanda called once a week, usually after dinner time and she'd already made her weekly call.
"I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere?" She asked, he could hear her sit something heavy down. He could hear her shuffled through something.
"Well, I was supposed to pick Hayden up at one," Caspian said and he heard her stop shuffling around whatever she was going through.
"Have Bertram do it or something." She said, and Caspian bit his lip.
"Okay, but can I ask what this is about?" Caspian asked nervously, and he heard her sigh deeply and drop something. She cursed.
"It's about Jeffrey. It's something I think you need to know." She said after a moment of silence and Caspian sucked in a breath, a shot of pain shooting through him.
"Alright, where do you want to meet?" Caspian asked.
"It's eleven-thirty now. What about the coffee shop on fifth and main?" She asked. "We can head out now, and be there by twelve."
"Alright, I'll see you then," Caspian said, and she responded with an okay, and the two hung up and Caspian got ready, shooting Hayden a message saying something had come up and that Bertram would pick him up. He then sent Bertram a message, and grabbed his keys, walking out the door.
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The coffee shop on fifth and main was slow during the lunchtime hours, so Caspian's drink was ready in seconds, and he was sitting at a table waiting on Amanda. He couldn't help but be nervous about what it was about. Amanda usually never met anywhere but his house, and she normally didn't mind Hayden being around. He couldn't imagine what would be something that she wouldn't want to talk about with Hayden there. Hayden knew everything already, so it seemed weird.
When Amanda walked in, Caspian glanced up and she smiled but it looked forced and he sucked in a breath. She went and ordered a coffee, then came and sat down in front of him. "Hey, I know this is a bit last minute, but it isn't anything I thought could wait. I wish that I could've done this somewhere else, but... there wasn't really any time."
"What wasn't there time for?" Caspian asked.
"Well, there is something that... is going to come out about the crash tomorrow. The company of the car that dad crashed in investigated the supposed error in the car that caused the crash and... well." She stopped. She looked stuck for a moment.
"What is it?" Caspian asked, and she bit her lip.
"It wasn't... the error came from the crash, it didn't cause the crash," Amanda said, and Caspian sucked in a breath and looked over her.
"What does that mean?" He asked her.
"Jeffrey drove into the tree on purpose." She said, and Caspian put his hand over his mouth and shut his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. He was fighting back waves of tears as she leaned forward. She leaned forward and put her hand on Caspian's other hand which was clenched on the table in front of him. "Mom... Well, she found a couple of letters right after it happened. I haven't read yours. I wanted to tell you, but... it seemed like it'd just make it worse on you."
Amanda put her purse on top of the table and shuffled through it, handing him the letter. He took it, his hands shaking a little. "You guy knew?" He asked.
"I... I know you're angry, and that we should've told you. But, the cops had already told you it was an accident, and that it had to have been an error in the car. We, well... we always hoped maybe once the investigation was over, they'd find that an error really did happen and it wasn't what it seemed like." Amanda said.
He looked over the envelope, Caspian in Jeffrey's delicate scrawl written across the front of it. He just nodded and looked away from her, unable to think. His mind was running a thousand miles a minute with confusion. He felt an ache in his chest he hadn't felt in the longest time, a deep and permanent reminder of the first man he'd ever loved.
Damnit, he needed a drink.
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Caspian had lost track of time, drinks turned into dinner and he found himself gripping his phone in his hand. He was dizzied, one hand gripping the bar he was sitting at, and the other trying to unlock his phone. He couldn't seem to type his password in, though. The barkeep came over, and took his glass, placing it down behind the bar. "You want me to call someone?" The keep offered, and Caspian shook his head, remembering his fingerprint scanner.
When he opened the phone, his blurry bright white screen popped up and he saw a total of like thirty missed calls and a slew of messages. Everyone from Amanda and Hayden to Jeffrey's wife had called him. He clicked on Hayden's contact and the call button.
Three rings in and Hayden answered, "Hello, Caspian? Where are you?" Hayden worriedly said into the phone.
"Can you pick me up?" Caspian said, his words slurred together but it was still understandable.
"Where are you?" Hayden asked, and Caspian shrugged.
"I don't really know how I got here." Caspian sighed, leaning forward and resting his hand on his fist. "I think it's Smitty's or something."
"Sammy's," the barkeep called and Caspian nodded.
"Sammy's. It's Sammy's." Caspian said. He heard the sound of keys jingling.
"I'll be there soon. Don't drink anything else." Hayden said. Caspian nodded, laying his head down and forgetting the phone for a minute. "I love you," Hayden said, and Caspian felt a smile spread on his face for a moment. He looked down at the bar where the letter laid. He felt a pang in his chest again and sighed deeply.
"He did it on purpose," Caspian muttered and sighed.
"What?" Hayden asked.
"Jeffrey... did it on purpose." Caspian groaned. "He did it on purpose." And then he sobbed and sobbed, his heart shattering all over again.
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"Let's go to Paris," Caspian said, sipping on a glass of wine. "I know it's last-minute but... I need out of here." Caspian glanced over his shoulder to the news, which he'd silenced earlier in the day. The news had been playing something about Jeffrey and his accident. He had been hearing it for a few days, had reporters contacting him for comments even, and he couldn't escape it here in the states.
"Sure, when did you want to go?" Hayden asked, and Caspian sighed and pulled out an envelope and handed it to Caspian. "So, in three hours?" Hayden asked, and Caspian smiled hesitantly and swished his wine around in his glass.
"I figured you'd say sure," Caspian said and sighed. "Honestly, I hoped you'd say yes. I need out of this house, I need out of the states," he explained, sipping his wine slowly.
"I understand," Hayden said. "I'll call the school tomorrow and come up with an excuse."
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Twelve hours later, Caspian was sitting on the balcony in a hotel in Paris, a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other. He'd started reading it on the plane ride and had fallen asleep. He really wanted to finish it. Hayden was on the phone with his professor, and Caspian had nothing to do but, well, read.
He could hear Hayden talking, faintly, over the sound of the city. Car horns, people yelling in french, his problems seemed nonexistent now. He didn't have to hear about Jeffrey, his suicide or accident or--or whatever. He just wanted distance, he wanted to breathe. To be free from the memories of Jeffrey. He seemed to be everywhere Caspian looked, and while he loved Jeffrey, knowing that Jeffrey committed suicide... really made him feel hopeless.
If Jeffrey chose to end it, why shouldn't he? He glanced in at Hayden and sighed. Hayden, Hayden is why. Flashes of Jeffrey's letter ran through his mind, and he suddenly hated having a nearly eidetic memory. He was just short or eidetic. He'd trained himself to remember everything as a child, his father was a strict military man. He'd been hard to please from the beginning, and he only got worse as he got older. His father had used an old military tactic to teach him to remember things. It wasn't pleasant, but he appreciated it in the long run. Now not so much, though.
The letter replayed in his head like a mantra, and without a distraction, he felt like he was drowning. He sipped his wine and read his book, forcing himself to concentrate. A hand came down and set on his shoulder, and he jumped, then glanced up at Hayden who smiled. Caspian smiled back and placed his bookmark in the book and sat it down on the table.
Hayden picked it up and waved it a little, raising an eyebrow. "The narrative of John Smith..." Caspian shrugged, "No, I mean, it sounds riveting. Truly," Hayden said and sat it down.
"So what has been decided?" Caspian asked.
"Well, the teachers are going to email me my coursework as it comes, and I can turn it in when I get home," Hayden said and put his hand on Caspian's leg. "How are you feeling? Better since getting out of the city?"
"Definitely. I was thinking... Maybe we should sell the house." Caspian said, biting his lip and picking at his nails. He couldn't remember when it was that he'd started that bad habit after Jeffrey had died, but he couldn't stop it.
"Sell the house? I mean it's your house, if you want to sell it you can." Hayden said and shrugged a little.
"I just... Ever since I read that letter, nothing feels the same. He chose to leave me, it wasn't an accident." Caspian said. "I cried for him, I begged him to come back." Caspian paused to take a hefty sip of wine. "I just... feel so..." He trailed off.
"Suicide is complicated, darling," Hayden said, pulling Caspian into his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. "He wasn't leaving you, he was leaving something that he perceived too hard for him to handle. Did he tell you why?" He asked, and Caspian shook his head and laid his head on Hayden's shoulder. "Regardless, he loved you, Cas. I have no doubt that, whatever his reasoning was, it was far from leaving you. He must've thought it'd be better this way, for whatever reason."
"What reason could have been enough, though?" Caspian asked. "Why?"
"I don't know darling, I really don't." Hayden sighed and kissed him on the head.
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Caspian had decided to put the house up for sale, and he'd managed to sell the house remarkably quickly. He and Hayden had picked out a nice house on the other side of town, closer to the school that Hayden went to. Caspian felt renewed, almost, as he and Hayden shopped for furniture to furnish the house. By the time that everything had been delivered and put away, it was well into the early morning hours. The pair had poured themselves into bed sore and miserable, but happy.
Once Caspian got out of Jeffrey's house, he felt like he could finally be free. Living in Jeffrey's house without him felt wrong, and while he loved Hayden being there, he felt wrong with him in Jeffrey's house. Life was steadily getting better. Caspian was finally happy.
He still thought of Jeffrey, he was sure that'd never stop. It had become less frequent, recently. He was happy, though. With every passing moment, he felt himself falling more and more in love with Hayden. He loved being married to Hayden and being his submissive.
It was much different with Hayden being his dominant. Things were spontaneous, he never knew what Hayden was going to want to do. He loved being kept on his toes. The balcony off of their bedroom was peaceful at night, and it was part of why Hayden had fallen in love with the place. Caspian loved the balcony as well. He had taken to getting up every morning at four-thirty, sitting out on the balcony with a cup of warm coffee, and watching the sunrise.
He loved to watch the sun come up. Hayden usually wouldn't be up, but he had gotten up when Caspian's alarm went off. He'd made breakfast and brought it out to the balcony. They'd ate and cuddled up on the outside couch, admiring the sunrise over the trees. They had picked a secluded house, on nearly thirty acres surrounded by trees. It was amazing to live there, and never have to worry about neighbors. It was secluded and wonderful.
Caspian glanced over at Hayden and smiled. "I love you." He said, crawling into Hayden's lap and kissing him on the lips. Hayden laughed and kissed him back, putting his hands on Caspian's hips, holding him close.
"I love you too," Hayden said, once Caspian pulled away and rested his head on Hayden's chest.
It was silent for a few moments, save for the birds chirping in the background. The pair just relaxed. Caspian could hear the pitter-patter of Hayden's heartbeat as they cuddled together. The wind was caressing them just enough to make the chilly, but not enough to make them uncomfortable.
It was peaceful.
Serene.
Caspian let out a happy noise, and let his eyes slip shut, allowing himself to fall asleep in Hayden's warm, comforting embrace. He was safe there. Always. As Caspian was slipping off to sleep, he heard Hayden question, "Who's are you?" It was a teasing way to let him know he wanted to go to the playroom. Caspian lifted and smiled at Hayden.
"Always yous, Master." The word he'd not uttered since Jeffrey's death was released, and with it came a sense of finality. He was Hayden's, and Hayden was his master now. Hayden smirked and lifted him, setting him on his feet.
He stood still, waiting until Hayden started towards the playroom they'd designed together. He felt free, finally. Ready to truly move on.
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FIVE WEEKS EARLIER
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Joseph (Joe) and I have been married for 26 years. We have two children, Luke (24) and Mary (23). Yes, we had them quickly after we were married, and when we were young. We're still young, compared to other couples whose kids have left home, which both of ours' have. They both live up north, where it is cheaper, so we only see them on special occasions, although they both stay in touch via WhatsApp and phone calls (Mary more than Luke). But, whilst I could talk about my kids all day, they're not what I'm meant to be telling you about right now. So, as I said:
Joseph (Joe) and I have been married for 26 years, and our sex life in boring and mundane. It hadn't been at first. We'd got married at 19. We were both virgins, so we spent most days experimenting and learning as we went. Things changed when the kids came along and consumed all our time and energy. I'd hoped that we'd get some of that early passion back when the kids left home. But it was two years since Mary joined her brother in the north, and the sex was still mundane and boring.
Twice a week, if I was lucky, Joe would snuggle up behind me in bed and massage my back, paying particular attention to the base of my neck and the small of my back. I'd give him an encouraging sigh, which he took as a sign to slide his hand down my knickers and finger me until he could slide a finger inside me. Then we'd pause to undress and kick off the bed covers. He liked looking at my naked body. We'd snog as he continued to finger me whilst I stroked his penis hard. When he was ready, we'd adjust our positions and he'd enter from beside me. This allowed him to keep playing with my clitoris with his left hand and for him to reach around my neck with his right to play with my right nipple. Sometimes he'd keep his right hand tucked away and ask me to "Grope your tits". I'd oblige, although touching myself wasn't something that I felt comfortable with, or which turned me on. But he enjoyed the display and usually came quicker than usual. What really made him come quickly was on the odd occasion when he'd take my hand and place it on my clitoris. Obligingly, I'd rub it whilst he pinched and pulled my nipples. Only when he was about to come did he take over from me.
The one good thing about our sex life was that he always made sure I orgasmed. Even when he came quickly and softened inside me, he'd then use his fingers to finish me off.
Once a week, Joe would meet up with some friends to play board games. They alternated where they went, so came to ours' about once a month. It was on one of these evenings at ours', when Joe and I had not had any sex for a couple of weeks, that everything changed.
His work had been busy, and he was constantly preoccupied. I'd suggested he cancel games night, but he said it helped him forget about work for a bit. ["I could make you forget about work!"] I thought. But I wasn't sure that I could. I decided to make myself scarce, so headed upstairs for a bath.
I stripped off and stood looking at myself in the mirror. I was in good shape. I went to the gym two mornings a week, took Yoga classes another morning, and went to the spa once a month for skin treatments. ["I deserve more!"]
I slipped into the bath and sunk down in the bubbles. I decided to ignore the chatter downstairs and concentrate on me. I lifted a leg and stroked it with my hands. I lifted the other leg and did the same. I sat up, reached forward, and massaged my feet and toes. I massaged my calves and then my thighs. As I lay back, I dragged my thumb nails over my labia and rested my hands on my flat stomach. ["If he won't pay me any attention, I guess I'll have to do it myself!"] I finally thought. I slid my right hand down and stroked my labia with my middle finger. I jumped when Joe called up the stairs, asking if I wanted a drink.
"A glass of wine would be nice." I crocked.
A few minutes later Joe opened the door (we didn't have a lock) and came in with the bottle of red I'd drunk half of the night before and a glass.
"You OK?" He asked.
I smiled. "Just relaxing." "Enjoy your game."
He kissed my forehead, poured me a glass, and left the glass and bottle beside the bath. I sat up, took a sip, and then relaxed back into the bubbles. ["Where was I? Oh Yes."] I slid my right hand down and stroked my labia with my middle finger. I ignored the uneasiness I felt and soon started to enjoy the sensation. I moved my hand up to play with my clitoris. Then I parted my legs and slid my finger into the folds. I stroked the full length of my labia for several minutes before pushing the tip of my middle finger into my vagina. I stroked back and forth, from my clitoris to inside me until I was able to sink my finger completely inside. In and out. In and out. Until I could slip a second finger in, when I also moved my thumb to press down and play with my clitoris. My eyes were closed. I was lost in the moment. I slid my left hand up my body to play with my nipples. I could hear the water splashing around me as my strokes became faster. ["SHIT!"] I stopped. ["What if they can hear me downstairs?"] I was suddenly conscious of Joe and his visitors. I stopped and listened. I could hear music and chatter. I breathed a sigh of relief. But now I was frustrated. I downed my wine and climbed out of the bath.
After drying off I let the towel slip down to the floor and stood looking at myself again. I saw the bottle of wine behind me. I poured the rest of the wine into my glass and then sat on the edge of the bath looking at the mirror. I continued where I'd left off, thankful that there was now no sound of splashing water. I watched as I slide my fingers back and forth, and played with my clitoris. Soon I needed something else inside me, so I picked up the wine bottle and slide its neck inside me. I twisted and thrust it in and out with my left hand as my right worked on my clitoris. It wasn't long before it felt like electricity was pulsating through my body. I bit my lip to stop me screaming as I pulled my thighs together, pulled the bottle out, and sunk quietly to the floor. I lay there gently rubbing myself until the pulsating stopped. I listened carefully. I didn't think my antics had been noticed.
I slipped back into the bath, added some more hot water, and sat drinking my wine, satisfied with myself. ["Now that is what I deserved!"] I thought to myself.
The door creaked open and Joe put his head round. "You OK? You've been in here nearly an hour."
"I fell asleep." I lied. "I'll get out now." The door started to close. "Joe!" I called. He peered back round the door. "Grab my laptop for me. I just remembered I need to send a work e-mail." I lied again. "And a glass of water."
I dried off, emptied and rinsed the bath, and went through to the bedroom. My laptop was on the bed and a glass of water was on my bedside table. ["We have a good marriage really."] I thought. ["I think I can cope with the mundane sex if I start treating myself like that once in a while. But I need something better than a wine bottle."] I started searching the internet for sex toys, and soon realised that some research would be needed.
The following evening, I sat in my armchair reading sex toy reviews whilst Joe watched some Marvel series on the Disney channel. By the end of the evening, I'd settled on a waterproof raging rabbit, which I ordered together with some lube. The website assured me that they would be sent in plain packaging, although I was concerned that Joe might open them when they came. Thankfully they arrived a couple of days later, when he was at work, and I was able to hide the box away somewhere safe. The box remained unopened until Joe's next games night.
On Sunday morning we had our customary mundane sex. Joe asked me play with my boobs, which I did with pleasure. He came quickly and then fingered me until my body stiffened and I let out a faint cry.
Games night came and Joe left just before seven, as I sat watching Grey's Anatomy. I waited ten minutes to ensure he hadn't forgotten something. I knew I now had at least three hours to myself. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack and headed upstairs. I opened the box and read the instructions. ["Blast!"] It needed charging. I plugged it in and decided to take a bath while I waited. As I lay enjoying the bubbles I let my hands caress my body, starting with my feet and working my way up my legs, my hips, my stomach and then my boobs. I played with my nipples before sliding my right hand down to my labia. It was a repeat of the previous week, except this time I didn't have to worry about the water splashing around me. With two fingers buried inside and my thumb thumbing my clitoris an electric feeling soon ran through my body as I clenched my thighs around my hand. I picked up my wine and relaxed. The rabbit would have to wait.
But it didn't need to wait as long as I expected. If I wasn't going to use it that night, I thought I could at least learn how to use it. So, I grabbed my laptop and searched for 'How to use a raging rabbit sex toy'. After watching the third video it dawned on me that these women weren't stopping after they climaxed but were continuing until they'd climaxed several times. More than one climax was not something I had experienced. The rabbit was charged and so was I.
I grabbed my travel mirror and lay back on my pillows. I positioned the mirror so I could see what I was doing as I lubed my fingers and spread the lube over my vulva. I worked my fingers inside to loosen me back up. Satisfied that I was ready, I lubed the rabbit and ran its crown up and down my labia before taking a breath and inserting the tip. I slowly pulled the crown in and out, comparing the feeling to Joe's penis. I turned it on. Now that was different. Keeping it on a slow speed I eased the rabbit in, 2 inches, and out several times. I turned the speed up. My vagina was experiencing sensations I'd never felt before and my whole body tingled. In 3 inches, and out several times. I turned the speed up. My vagina clasped the fake penis. In, 4 inches, and out several times. I turned the speed up. I was panting. In, 5 inches, so that the rabbit head touched my clitoris. A small orgasm ran through my body. I turned the rabbit off and lay back.
After a partial recovery I slid the rabbit out and applied some more lube. Then I thrust it back until the rabbit head was touching my clitoris and I turned it on to full speed. I moaned. My left hand found and fondled my right nipple and then my left as my right held the rabbit deep inside and pressed against my clitoris. I couldn't believe the sensation or that I'd not discovered this earlier in life. My body shook as another orgasm ran through me, but this time I just left the thing buried in me and gave myself no time to recover. I started to squirm, my legs almost thrashing, but my hand held firm until my fourth orgasm ripped through me, my vagina pulsating. I turned it down but left it where it was. The gentle tingling sensation soothing me as my breathing eased. I pulled it out. ["Wow! What a feeling."]
I lay there for a few minutes before cleaning and tidying up. I put on my nightdress and dressing gown to take the packaging out to the bins, which were being collected in the morning. I washed and dried my new friend before hiding him in my bottom drawer. I settled into bed and had the best night sleep I'd ever had.
The following week I skipped the bath and just took Roger (as I'd unimaginably named the rabbit) to bed with some porn to get me going, not that I really needed anything to get me going as my expectation had been building all week and my knickers were damp before Joe left for games. After a couple of orgasms I looked at the laptop as a gorgeous blond was giving a blow job. I was stunned by how far she could take the guy's penis into her mouth. I pulled the rabbit out of my vagina and licked it clean of my juices. I hadn't tasted my juices before and was surprised by how delicious they were. I slid Roger into my mouth a few inches before I started to gag. ["How do they do it!"] I wondered. After a few attempts I decided that it would need some research. So, I let Roger go back to work on my vagina until my fifth or sixth orgasm was so intense that I blacked out for a few seconds.
Another good night's sleep followed.
The following evening, as Joe watched a couple more Marvel episodes, I researched blow jobs and deep throating. Mainly reading articles, but I managed to sneakily watch a couple of videos, making sure the sound was down first.
Another week of eager expectation passed. I almost pushed Joe out the door before rushing upstairs. I hesitated until the car had pulled off the drive and then opened my laptop and started the porn. I found a compilation of blow jobs and fetched Roger from the drawer. Pretending he was real, I kissed him and slowly slid him in and out of my mouth. A few inches in and I gagged again. I pulled my head back to extend my throat and tried again. This time I managed to slide him past my gag reflex. I slid him back and forth a bit, getting used to the feeling and making sure I didn't gag. Then I slid him all the way until the rabbit head was touching my lips. I turned it on, just on slow. The vibrations ran through my throat and across my tongue. I pulled him back out and took some deep breathes. After a bit more practise I decided I had it mastered and moved on. I found some lesbian sex to watch as I fingered myself in preparation for Roger. They soon had some dildos out, at which point I let Roger slide inside me and turned him up full whack as I got lost in the pleasure I bestowed upon myself.
I heard Joe's car pull up as I climaxed for the ... no, I don't know how many I'd had. I slammed the lid down on the laptop, slid it under the bed, pushed Roger into my bedside cabinet drawer, slipped on my nightdress and turned out the light. I looked at the clock. Joe wasn't early, so I'd been at it for several hours. Thankfully, Joe followed his usual routine of watching a bit of tele before coming to bed. So, I was able to pop to the loo to clean up myself and Roger before putting him away and settling back into bed. I dreamt that Joe had discovered my antics. In some dreams he flipped out. In others he found it exciting. I didn't want to find out what his real reaction would be, so decided that I would need to be more careful in future.
I spent a few days considering how I could keep track of time without allowing myself to be lost in the moment. Then I remembered that I had an app that allowed me to see where the car was. I checked the settings and found I could setup an alert to tell me when it was in motion. I enabled the notification, and it buzzed me when Joe started to head home from work.
Games night soon came around again. I spent it much as I had the week before, watching porn, practising deep throating with Roger, fingering myself and then with Roger humming away inside me as I came half a dozen or so times. When my phone alerted me that the car was moving, I let one final orgasm run through my body before cleaning up and jumping into bed. Joe got back 5 minutes later.
The next week was at ours' again. I would need to be quiet. I wasn't sure if that would be possible. I ran a bath, took up a bottle of wine, put some music on, and was just sinking into the bubbles when the others arrived. Roger joined me in the bath, the water muffling the sound of the vibrations. I lay there for an hour with Roger planted inside me on half speed. After each silent climax I turned the speed down and had a drink before putting the speed up again and waiting for the next shudder to run through my vagina. I lost count of my orgasms after the third. I probably could have stayed there all night, but I knew Joe would pop up soon to check I'd not drowned. Sure enough, just after what would be my last orgasm, Joe popped his head around the door.
"You fall asleep again?"
"Yes." I lied. "You winning?"
"Sure am." He replied.
After drying off and putting everything away, I lay in bed reading some erotic fiction, before turning out the lights and rubbing myself until I fell into a happy sleep of erotic dreams.
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<strong>First times: 02 -- Rebirth</strong>
<em>This is my first try at male gay sex. Somehow, I found it profoundly satisfying. Maybe because I didn't treat is as anything exceptional, only as a journey of self-discovery for the main character.</em><br /> <em>My grateful thanks to Valphung for his efforts at editing. Any mistakes are my own.</em>
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One thing for sure, he got what he paid for, but whatever possessed him to walk in the Dominatrix Domain, a notorious BDSM club, that night.
Oh, yeah! Southern Comfort. Too damn much Southern Comfort. And what about his girlfriend? Shouldn't she have said something? Warned him?
Shit! Suzie was the one who brought him there. Maybe he shouldn't have tied her up the night before and playfully raped her. But it was all in good fun. Surely she understood that.
So, he was efficiently trussed. Manacled behind his back, the rope tied to the handcuffs and pulled through a ring on the ceiling forced him to bend over while ankle shackles fixed to two more rings on the floor had him spread wide. The worst was the hood over his head. The two small holes at his nostrils barely allowed him to breathe. The one at his mouth was rendered moot by the ball gag in it.
'Damn! Wait until I get my hands on the bitch. She'll pay for this.' He swore silently.
Deafened and blinded, he had to rely on the little information his sense of touch supplied, woefully inadequate though it was.
There! A door must have opened. He felt a draft of cooler air on his naked ass except... What's that? He squirmed, clenched. Fuck! He had a butt plug in his ass. But that's Suzie's thing, not his... Well... she never complained... much.
Crack! Arrrrgh! Crack! Again, and again. He recognized the riding crop's feel from the initiation into his fraternity, but it was not so... Crack! Arrrgh! Damned fuckers!
Tied up, he couldn't evade the onslaught. His shoulders were killing him.
Suddenly, a soft hand was caressing his abused ass. It felt like fur of some kind. It was so silky, so... Crack!
He couldn't tell how long it lasted, but he was vaguely aware that he was arching his back, on tiptoes, to offer his ass to the crop, then pushing back against the caresses, wanting more. At the last crack, the most powerful yet, across his thighs, striking his balls, he came all over the floor. He moaned as the hand returned, a reward of sorts.
He groaned deeply when it took his still hard cock and stroked it... tenderly. He thought he would faint when a hot, wet mouth engulfed him while the fur-covered hand fondled his balls. Even Suzie couldn't deep-throat him so well. He tried to fuck it, but a sharp twist of his ball sack convinced him to refrain.
When the mouth had him on the edge, it pulled away. He whined his pleas for it to return, to finish him. The butt plug was removed, so was the gag. When he would have complained, sharp slaps across face and ass brought him to order.
Thick fingers lubed his stretched asshole. He expected some kind of dildo, not a warm, throbbing, thick cock to fill his gaping opening. It slowly, gently even, filled him, then stopped. Once he ceased struggling, as little as that was possible, it pulled back until he could feel the crown pull up against his contracting sphincter. To his surprise, it relaxed as soon as the manhood pushed back in. Still ever so slowly.
This just couldn't be. He wasn't gay. The thrusts accelerated gradually, so did the rise of pleasure. His own cock was twitching all over, his balls contracting in expectation of the release. When slaps accompanied the humping, he laughed at the mix of the two extremes of sensations. He was crying tears of sheer bliss.
The sensation of a glans touching his lips had him open wide and greedily take it. Licking, sucking, just the way he liked it. The way Suzie had never been able to do, the stupid cunt. Why had he wasted so much time with her? When the dick touched his throat, he remembered a video he had seen where a porn star explained the technique. He proudly deep-throated the cock on the first try. Acknowledging his inexperience, it was gentle with him. His efforts were rewarded by kind caresses. He cried tears of happiness.
After the two cocks emptied their loads in him and the mouth had taken his, he proudly shared the come he had been ordered to hold with the mouth which kissed his. He knew instinctively that the jizz in it was his own. Their tongues were still dancing when he was unshackled, unmanacled and held gently while circulation returned to his members.
Lastly, the hood was removed, and he gazed on the most beautiful man he had ever seen. The sea-blue eyes shone with merriment as they held his. The muscular arms holding him vibrated with contained power, yet were ever so tender. He didn't resist when the man pulled him close in his embrace. He turned his face up, seeking the full lips. He whimpered when they touched his. He moaned when their tongues met.
"You did well, Little One." The husky yet mellifluous voice reached past what last bastion of resistance there was and enfolded the very core of his being. "The next time, you will ask for your flesh to be rendered rubicund yourself."
"I will, gladly." The words were barely audible, he was so caught in the new emotions surfacing within him. His only thought to caress that superb example of masculinity, to kiss him, to... give himself to him, to surrender body and soul. "I am yours... Master." The smile he received overwhelmed him. He broke down in the man's arms and cried deeply, as the human being hidden deep inside broke through the walls of a lifetime of conditioning.
He joined his fellow disciples to be cleaned and epilated, but for his hair, eyebrows and eyelashes in a purification ritual.
When he was led to the Master's bed, he stood at its foot, head bowed, hands clasped before his groin, waiting upon his will.
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02: Reflections; in the garage.
I stand if front of the mirror yet again, this time taking my make up off.
I smile as I hear the garage door slam, you have to close it hard. That means he is home and it's Friday night, no work tomorrow and two whole day with not much to do!!
"Where's my woman?"He bellow in jest.
I quickly finish washing my face, and run naked, into his strong arms.
He picks me up and spins us around laughingly yelling. "This is what I like! Warm naked woman. Where's my supper, woman?" Smacking my butt teasingly
"Here I am!"I reply. Wrapping my legs around his waist.
I hang on tight, laughing as he starts running to the bedroom, we bounce as he launches us onto the bed.
He rolls us over so I am under him, kissing and snuggling we roll across the big bed.
Just happy to be together. Slowly, we come to a halt and just smile at each other.
Grinning he asks me about my day. "Nothing special until I got home," I tell him happily
"How was your day?" I ask
"Well I bought somethings for us, its in the garage."
I jump up yelling "Gimme, gimme!"
Pulling on his hand, trying to move him, yeah right, slowly, teasingly he gets up, more interested in watching parts of me bounce as I try hurry him up. "Come on, slowpoke, what is it, what is it?" I demand pulling and shoving him to move faster.
I look way up into his face, I am a slightly over weight, five foot nothing and he is muscular six foot four, taller in his boots. "Slow down, what's your hurry. It's not going anywhere" he teases.
I get to the garage door and try to open it, pulling with all my might, thinking it's stuck until I look up and see a big hand holding it closed.
" Come on! " I come close to whining, as he laughs
"Its going to cost you" he says
I jump up and down hollering " Fine, fine whatever, lets go!" finally hanging off his arm trying to get him to move it.
He just looks down at me and grins tells me to remember that I said that.
He moves his hand and opens the door.
I rush out to see what he got us only to see a.....office chair? One of these big ball ones but still a piece of office equipment.
"Oh... its very nice." I say much more quietly.
I turn to hug him even as he roars with laughter.
The big goof is laughing so hard he has to sit down on the big ball, almost going on his head as the wheels just about slid out it from under him on the concrete floor.
"Is it for me?' I hesitantly ask. Looking at the thing I am not sure my feet would reach the floor if I sat on it.
Wiping the tears off his face he looks at me and bounces on the ball. "Well, its for both of us." He informs me.
I am really confused and it have must of showed on my face because he starts laughing again.
"Look up" he says around a giggle, pointing to high on one wall.
I look over and I see two long chains dropping from the rafters with padded cuffs on the ends. I follow the chains a short way across the open ceiling to a hoist on the wall.
More confusion in my head, I wonder if he has finally lost his marbles, I can be a little much to live with, especially when I see him skate the ball over to a heavy table next to the hoist under the cuffs. Bracing the ball in the corner of table and the wall he locks the wheels on the skate ball.
"We will start out like this." he says, holding his hand out to me. I slowly walk to him and place my hand in his.
" I don't want to put you in those cuffs." I say quietly.
Aren't you supposed to talk quiet and move slow around people that are crazy? I look around for an escape route.
Some of what am thinking must have showed on my face because the fool starts to laugh again. "That's good, little girl, because I am not the one going up in the cuffs" he snorts out in between laughs.
"What? What makes you think I am going to let you hang me by my wrists in the garage of all places?"
I forget to talk quiet and calm in the face of this insanity.
He tightens his grip on my hand, "Because I want you too." He almost growls, all trace of good humor gone.
I suddenly become more aware of being very naked and very small and very turned on.
He grins again seeing my nipples harden, I cross my arms trying to act like I got a sudden chill. But he is not fooled, "Come on it will be fun!"
"Fun for who?" I mutter as he pulled me closer.
"For both of us i hope." He replies taking my other hand and pulling over to the ball, the top of the ball comes to my bellybutton.
"Don't forget I am old, if you break me, you bought me.... And you wouldn't have anybody to play with." I warn, as he lifts me onto my knee's on top of the ball.. Facing away from him.
"Old my ass" he mutters under his breath, smacking said ass.
I tartly tell him. "Yes, your ass is old too!"
"Just shut up and put your hands on the table." He says only half kidding.
I try to balance on my knees as i brace both hands flat on the table, looking over my shoulder at the fool I love.
Now what genius, my face says for me.
He places both hands on my hips to help keep me steady, and places his groin directly against my ass, I can feel his hard-on through his jeans.
To most people this would not be a big deal, but because of our heights discrepancy's we rarely fit together so good.
Unless i am on all fours on something that is most likely hard on my knee's.
We are not old no matter what i said, but we are old enough to want to be easy on things.
So the ball is nice and soft, and as he rocks me I realize he has total control of my body this way.
I really have no say in how he moves my hips.
I look over my shoulder again at the genius I love, only to see a smirk that says should have trusted me dummy.
He rolls us in small circles with his hips.
" Ok" I say out loud,grinding my naked butt against his jeans. "What are cuffs for?" Trusting him to keep me on the ball. We both look up as they swing above us.
" I haven't figured that part out yet, but I really want to see you on this" he rocks against me again " hanging from those cuffs. I just don't know how that's going to work.....yet. It comes with attachments."
Before I can ask what attachments, he says "One more thing" lifting me down, he points to a smaller ball thing.... With a platform.....
" Um... very nice" I tell him, back to my humor the crazy giant voice.
He laughs and tells me he knows exactly how this one is going to work with the cuffs.
I watch as he moves the ball-skate..... Then he lowers the cuffs down to about four foot off the ground.
He takes my hand, kissing the inside of my wrist he opens the cuff and puts it around my wrist, pulling the Velcro snug, then he repeats that with my other wrist.
So I am standing in the middle of our garage buck naked and cuffed to the ceiling, only the cuffs are a little higher than my waist. I know I look stupid.
I can feel the now what genius, look coming back to my face.
He lightly smacks my ass as he moves by me to get the platform..... thing.
I think its a balance something, I may be wrong.
He places it platform up, ball down, in front of me it a little under knee high, to me.
He looks at me, looks at the cuffs, and then the platform. I get a little nervous as he walks to the wall and starts to raise the cuffs.
"What the hell" I almost shout " didn't we just have this talk? Why are you stringing me up in the damn garage?"
He keeps raising the chains, until I am on my tip-toes.
I spin helplessly when he stalks back and sends me on a twirl.
" Yes" he whispers in my face as he suddenly stops my spin by grabbing on to a nipple " we did have this talk! And the end of the conversation was because I want to! And you will do as your told or earn another punishment."
Wait what, how did I earn a first punishment?
I am dizzy and so confused.
I stammer like an idiot "Wawawhat? Why? howw aaawwwwww!!" Ending on a high note as he squeezes my nipple between his fingers.
"Not the way I wanted to do this but I am totally ok with this too." He says with a grin.
I start to shake as he goes back to the wall and raise the cuffs until I am about a foot off the ground.
I am just opening my mouth to beg, my arms and shoulder already feeling the unaccustomed pull. Brfore I can say anything he is moving swiftly back to me, he lifts my body up so I am no longer hanging, I snuggle into his neck hoping to get the good times back, sobbing over and over "I am sorry, Sir. I am sorry, Sir."
Gently stroking my hair he breaths in my ear "Its ok, Baby. I will make it good for you. You know that, right?"
Yes I know that but at what price?
With his foot he moves the platform under my feet, lowering me slowly to make sure i am as stable as I can be, hang from my garage roof and standing on a little ball thing. "Spread your feet"he orders "to the edge of the plate. "
I obey.
Going over to the winch he raises my arms until I am standing flat footed on the platform with no extra slack, surprisingly this makes me feel a lot more solid on the thing.
I hear his belt slide out of the loops of his jeans, is there a more sinister sound?
He walks around me, touching as he pleases.
The way I am positioned I am almost eye level, well not really but a lot closer.
He reaches between my thighs, neither of us surprised in the wetness he finds.
He wipes his hand on my hard nipple, bending only slightly he closes his mouth around that nipple, groaning he sucks off my wetness.
With a moan, I arch into the feeling and just about fall off the platform I forgot I was standing on.
He catches me and holds me until I get back in balance.
"Open" he places his belt between my teeth
"Close" I bite down to hold it for him.
With both hands free he covers my breasts.
Gently squeezing and tugging on the hard points.
He slides his hands down and around my body.
Almost like a massage. Squeezing and rubbing my whole body, he can reach all of me, without stooping.
I let my head fall back and moan again in pleasure. His hair tickles my chest as he rubs and caresses me.
I let my head fall forward and open my eyes to watch him worship my body.
Moving his hands to he inside of my thighs his hands slowly moves higher, dropping to his knees, slowly and gently parting my pussy lips with both thumbs he is careful not to knock me off balance, holding on to my hips and butt.
I watch mesmerized as opens his mouth and his tongue licks into my pussy.
I am riding a easy slow wave of desire.
He concentrates on my clit, flicking and blowing gently. He lets go with one hand, only to slid two big fingers into me.
Slow and easy. Sucking my clit into his hot mouth he tongues and nibbles as I start to orgasm, tightening around his invading fingers.
He helps me ride it out.
I am panting softly as he looks up from his position, looking all the up my body. I see him smile at the belt I still hold in my teeth.
"Good girl' he tells me, so softly I am not sure if I heard him say it or felt him say it.
He stands, slowing kissing and licking up my body, with detours to each nipple sucking softly, without removing his fingers, pushing and probing gently, prolonging the aftershocks that tremble through me.
As he licks up my neck, I let my head fall back again, to give him more room, he slowly moves to my mouth.
"Open" One handed, He takes the belt and slides it around my neck, forming a collar and a leash.
" I have you bound and collared, my little slave girl. I am going to do anything I want to you."
Holding me steady with the hand between my legs, and thats just strange, I kind of feel like a odd hand puppet, why have I never thought of that before, and why did I have to think of it now.
My thoughts scatter when, He flicks the end of the belt against one nipple then the other.
Teasingly He moves his fingers inside of me, rubbing my clit with His thumb, flicking harder with each change of sides.
He kisses me deep. I moan eagerly into His mouth.
"Yes Sir anything you want" I gasp when He pulls back from the kiss, He continues to flick, catching just my nipples with just the tip of the belt, we both watch as my nipples grows red and diamond hard.
" I think you like this, little slave girl. Tell me you like when I spank your tits with your leash."
Obediently I repeat the words.
He growls and flicks harder.
"Can I give you pleasure, little slave girl?"
"Yes"
"Can I give so much pleasure you beg me to stop?"
"Yes"
"Can I give you pain, little slave girl?"
"Yes"
"Can I give you so much pain you scream for me to stop?"
"Yes"
Harder with the belt, rougher with the fingers
"Can I fuck you?"
"Yes"
"Can I shove my dick down your throat until you can't breath, little slave girl?"
"Yes"
"Can i whip you?'
"Yes"
"Can I bend you over and fuck your ass?"
"Yes"
" What are you going to do, little slave girl, if I take the fingers out of your pussy and shove them up your ass?"
"Nothing!"
"Nothing? Nothing? Wrong, your going to take it. Take everything I give you, do to you or make you do to me. You will take it and say thank you. Because you belong to me!"
"YES"
"I OWN YOU!"
"YES"
Harder! Rougher!
"Do you want to come, little slave girl?"
"YES"
"How bad do you want to come?"
"So bad Sir! PLEASE LET ME COME!"
"Really bad?"
"YES, YES PLEASE!"
"BEG! BEG ME! Say please Sir, make me come! Beg me to whip your tits harder and slam your pussy harder until you come all over my hand!
I tense, waiting to explode oh oh oh "PLEASE SIR PLEASE! HARDER SIR HARDER, PLEEEEEASE!"
Annnnnd he stops all of it, all at once.... He just.....stops.
Removes his hand as I continue to hump it.
Stops whipping my tits
Stops telling me what he wants
Just fucking stops and holds my hips so I don't fall off this fucking thing he put me on!
"No" he says as if i asked him to pass the peas
"No? What do you mean NO?" I scream in frustration
"No!" he repeats calmly
I am panting so hard I can hardly hear him, I open my eyes and see he is panting almost as hard. The thick bulge in his pants as big as I have ever seen it.
His hands shake on my hips.
He is not near as calm as He sounds.
I pant and scream and whine, unable to move much, without feeling likeI cound fall, slowly coming back from my high, I have never been this frustrated.
I try one more time.
"PLEASE SIR, I WILL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING PLEASE"
"Anything?"
"ANYTHING!"
With a slow scary smile he kneels and lefts my legs up up over his shoulders. I am hanging by my arms but I don't care, my pussy is level with his face.
I feel his breath as he asks again "Anything?"
"ANYTHING, PLEASE MAKE ME COME!"
He lowers his head between my spread thigh's and bites my clit, I buck, I thrash, I scream and cry as all the orgasms I have ever missed scream though my body.
If he wasn't so strong it could have been a bad thing, he held me to his mouth biting and sucking as wave after wave of ecstasy slammed into my body, my brain blanked out. I am pretty sure I saw for real shooting stars!
I come back around to him, holding my whole wight in his strong, still shaking, but still strong arms
"Come on Baby, come back to me. Come on" he whispers in my ear, over and over.
I hear the fear in his voice.
I open my eyes to see his pale desperate face leaning over me.
"I am so thirsty" I whisper
He pulls back enough to see me.
I smile weakly
"Can you stand? Just long enough for me to get to the winch?" He whispers back
"I think so" I whisper back to him, as I try to remember how to use my legs.
He places my feet on the wobbly thing.
Making sure i am standing, at least enough to not hang by my very sore arms.
He runs the four step to the wall letting me down as fast as he can.
My leg give up the fight just as he catches me and lowers me to the cold floor.
Yanking open the straps he frees me from the cuffs, he sits on the floor and pulls me into his lap, his still trembling arms rocking me and petting my hair.
Mumbling on repeat "Your ok. Your ok." His whole body is trembling.
Slowly I remember how to work my body.
At about the same speed the feeling I am sitting on a paint mixer slows then stops.
He lets my head fall back over his arm, and yells straight in my face,
"I THOUGHT I FUCKING KILLED YOU!
I couldn't get you to wake up!"
Prying my dry lips apart I breathlessly laugh and say
"So you yell at me?"
"Let me get you some water."
And I am sat on the cold floor again.
He runs into the house and comes back with two water bottles.
While he is struggling to open a simple water bottle lid, I notice a large wet spot on his jeans.
After I drink half the bottle in one drink, I gesture to his pants
"So, ah, did you piss yourself in fear?'
A red blush stains his cheeks
" No I came in my pants as you came apart. I swear I have never came that hard in my life. And then I THOUGHT I FUCKING KILLED YOU!"
"So" I asked casually " what you got planned for tomorrow?'
We both laugh as he lunges for my throat.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
When the final bell rang, the young women all hurried out of class. They had three hours of free time before dinner. Liza was the last to leave; she was still sore, and each step she took reminded her of the panties stuffed in her holes and dangling between her legs.
She climbed the steps to the second floor; the room she shared with Jennifer was at the far end of the hall. She passed a few other girls on the way; though they glanced at the pink panties in her mouth, they didn't laugh or tease her - most of them had felt the Headmaster's discipline at least once.
Liza opened the door just as her roommate Jennifer was shrugging her blouse off. After classes, the girls were allowed to relax as they wished before dressing in the school's more formal uniform for dinner.
Liza closed the door behind her. She removed the pink panties from her mouth, for the first time in hours. "Umm... thanks again for these. Sorry if they are ruined," she said, tossing the damp underwear onto the nearest bed. "Now I just need these out..."
She leaned forward and reached under her skirt, hesitantly tugging on the panties in her pussy. They pulled free fairly easily and she dropped them on the floor. But when she tried to remove the last pair, they didn't pull out as easily as she hoped; causing her to groan. Hearing Liza's discomfort, Jennifer moved quickly to her side. "Let me help," she offered quietly.
Liza nodded, and let Jen lead her over to the bed. Her roommate unzipped Liza's skirt, gently slipping it off before helping her onto the bed. As Liza lay down on her stomach, she sighed with relief. Her bottom was still pink and bruised, but most of the swelling had subsided.
Jen tugged on the panties protruding from Liza's asshole, causing the young girl to gasp. "They're in really tight," Jen said. "I think this is going to hurt a bit. Are you ready?" Liza nodded, taking a deep breath.
Jen placed one hand on her roommate's lower back, and grabbed hold of the panties, wrapping them once around her fist. She yanked firmly; Liza yelped as the panties came free.
Jen retrieved a small tube of lotion from their sink. "This should help," she said, squeezing a stream of the white cream across Liza's pink cheeks. She gently rubbed the cool lotion around, pleased to hear her roommate's soft moans of relief.
"That feels much better," Liza sighed.
"Would you like me to put some... where the panties were?" Jen hesitantly asked. "Yes, please," Liza nodded.
I better take off my skirt first, who knows what punishment I'd get if the Headmaster found a lotion stain, Jen thought, unzipping and wiggling out of her skirt. She was completely naked now; her panties had been in her roommate's mouth all day. As Jen sat back down next to her roommate, she realized the girl had fallen asleep, exhausted from the long day.
She squirted a line of lotion along Liza's butt crack and then used her fingers to gently push the lotion deeper, between her cheeks. As Jen's fingers reached the girl's anus, Liza stirred but didn't wake. The tight hole was darker than the girl's pale skin, almost brown. Jen's finger lightly brushed across it, smearing the lotion more than rubbing it in.
She had never done anything like this before, but something about the girl's vulnerability brought out her nurturing instincts. She briefly considered pushing some lotion into the girl's sore hole, but decided it might wake her, and that it would be better just to let her sleep. She stopped, somewhat reluctantly - there was still quite a bit of lotion on her fingers.
Almost without thinking, she wiped the excess lotion onto her breasts. She was surprised to find that her nipples stiffened, feeling almost like pencil erasers. Bringing the tube of lotion with her, she moved across the room to sit on the edge of her bed. Slowly, she rubbed the lotion on both of her feet, and then up her legs.
As she reached her thighs, Jen realized she was staring at her sleeping roommate. The girl's pale skin contrasted with her glistening pink bottom. Something about it evoked a warm, tingling feeling between her legs. Her hand rubbed the lotion through her fine pubic hair.
She thought of Liza's tiny dark asshole and wondered what her own looked like. Several times over the past year, Jen had spent some time alone in her bedroom, exploring her body. It had been noticeably changing, especially her breasts, which were as large as oranges, and still growing.
As her left hand cupped the mound between her legs, her right hand moved up to her breasts. She leaned back against the wall, raised her knees, and spread her legs. Her fingers explored the damp valley between her lips and her hard eraser-sized nipples. She closed her eyes, recalling how the panties had looked dangling from her roommate's tight holes.
Jen's breathing quickened as she gently stroked and rubbed between her legs. She had masturbated before, though she had never had an orgasm. She wasn't even really sure what that would feel like.
But this was the first time she'd done this at school. As friendly as her roommate was, they had never discussed anything related to sex. They had talked a little about boys; though neither of them had ever had a boyfriend.
Jen opened her eyes and froze. Liza was awake - and staring at her, eyes wide. Jen pulled her hand away and closed her legs. "I'm... I'm... oh god, I'm sorry... I thought you were asleep..." she stammered, blushing.
"I'm sorry, Jen... I didn't mean to stare... I just...Well, I just woke up, and I couldn't help myself. I was so... curious. I've never tried that, but, well, now I want to..."
"I'm so embarrassed," Jen confessed.
"Well, if it's any consolation, at least you didn't have to walk around school all day with your roommate's panties in your mouth." she joked, smiling ruefully.
Jen laughed. "Okay, that's fair. You did have it a bit worse than me today," she smiled, glad to change the subject. "I've seen a lot of punishments, but I've never seen him do that before... He must really have it in for you... get it, IN for you?"
Liza laughed,grabbed the pink panties, and tossed them at her roommate.
"Whatever you do, don't make the same mistake again," Jen advised, more seriously. "He really doesn't like that. I think he takes it personally. The punishment for a second offense is always MUCH worse."
"Worse? How could it be worse?"
"Well, have you met Carolyn yet?"
"The Black girl with the pretty eyes?" Liza asked.
"Yep, that's her. Last year, she got caught with a cigarette in her room. He made her eat it!"
"Eww... that's awful!" Liza said.
"Yeah. That was bad enough, but a week later he found an open pack hidden under her mattress. He made her light one... and then he put it out -- right on her breast!"
"No way!" Liza exclaimed.
Jen nodded. "I saw the burn mark. She showed me a few days later, in the shower."
"Speaking of hiding stuff, do you have any snacks? I didn't get to eat lunch today because... well, you know," she blushed, glancing at the pink panties.
"I do have some! Make sure no one opens the door, and I'll show you my stash."
The door had no lock, but Liza opened it and looked down the hallway. "All clear," she said.
Jen climbed up on her desk, reached up, and pushed one of the ceiling tiles open. She groped around and pulled out a small bag, which she tossed to the hungry girl. "Help yourself, roomie," Jen told her. Liza opened it and smiled, taking out a granola bar before tossing the bag back to Jen. "Thanks, this is great." "You're welcome! Just make sure you flush the wrapper; he checks the trash sometimes."
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If you read my first story, you know that I had a somewhat religious and very modest upbringing and that I am still religious. This may seem contradictory if you read my first story and now this one, but I believe that God's most amazing creation is the human body. I also believe that the most beautiful of all God's creation is a well maintained female body with the male body not far behind. I know I am not the most handsome guy around, but for all my life, even into old age, I have tried to maintain a lean and fit body.
You should also know that all of these stories, except for the names, are true.
The next step in my evolution to loving nudity came about a year and a half after the first story and again is not daring compared to other stories I've read on this site, but it was a big deal for me. The first event was completely unplanned and I had not thought of doing anything like it since then. In fact, I had hardly thought about it at all. It was just something that happened, I liked it and didn't think much more than that. I had been spending most of this year and a half absorbed with my early career.
Also since then, Sam and I had broken up, I had another girlfriend briefly and was now "single".
Anyway, a friend and his wife, I'll call them Frank and Sandy, asked me to come away with them to his lakeside summer cottage for a weekend. It was late April or early May and he wanted help opening up the cottage for the season. I had nothing to do so I went along.
We got there Saturday mid-morning. Frank and I started hooking up the water pipes, moving some of the things stored on the porch for the winter, and cleaning up the grounds. Sandy spent the morning cleaning inside.
Frank said that the cleanup was a lot easier than most years. There wasn't any winter damage and it was always easier and quicker doing these things with somebody helping rather than alone.
By midday we were done outside and Frank asked me if I wanted to go grocery shopping with him. I hate shopping so I declined. He went off alone. Sandy was still working inside.
While he was gone, I walked to the lake to check it out. It was about 50 yards from the cottage. It was quiet and peaceful. Since we were in the mountains, I had expected the day to be cool. However, it had turned out to be a very warm and sunny day.
The sandy beach and the unexpected warmth of the day reminded me of the deserted beach a year and a half earlier. The fact that this came to mind surprised me because I not thought about that episode in such a long time and I sort of laughed to myself because, once again, I had not thought to bring a swimsuit. So, I thought wouldn't it be great to go skinny dipping again, but this time intentionally starting out nude. This thought also surprised me.
I looked around the lake. The only activity I could see was on the far side of the lake, but I couldn't make out exactly what those people were doing. So, I figured they wouldn't see what I was doing.
I looked back at the cottage. There was a clear view of the beach where I was standing. Sandy would see me if I stayed there. So, I moved about 10 yards further along the sand to a spot where trees and bushes would block her view. I realized that it wasn't so much that I was afraid of her seeing me naked - another surprise thought. I was more concerned with how she would react and I didn't want to take a chance that it would upset her.
Now I was getting excited. I took off my sneakers and socks and tested the water. It was frigid - it was the coldest water I had ever experienced. I forgot that a week or so earlier this lake was probably ice covered. In an instant, my excitement turned to disappointment.
But it was so warm standing in the sun that I decide to at least do some sunbathing and get an early start on my tan. I took off my shirt and undershirt and spread them on the sand to act like a towel to lay on. I took one last look around to make sure nobody was around. All was quiet, so I took off my jeans and laid down wearing only my underpants.
I grew up wearing what we called tighty whiteys - white underpants with a wide waistband and double panel in front. I never have liked wearing boxers. Since being single, I had gotten real daring and started wearing what are called low rise briefs - in color no less. They remind me of the small speedo-type bathing suits that men wear in competitive swimming, but a little briefer and much thinner material - slightly see-through. They were made with stretchy material that fit me perfectly.
So there I was in my new skimpy purple briefs. It was so relaxing and warm that I kept drifting in and out of sleep. At one point, I was startled awake by Sandy's voice saying something like, "So there you are - I've been looking for you". She was standing over me. I started to grab my jeans when she told me not to be silly. So, I laid there up on my elbows chatting with my friend's wife in my skimpy underpants. She was telling me, very nonchalantly, what she had been doing and that she was all done - we'd be having lunch as soon as Frank got back and on and on. My attitude at that point was if she didn't care I certainly didn't care.
During the conversation I discretely glanced down to get a look at what she was seeing. Although I couldn't quite see through the stretched material, you could easily see the outline of my circumcised dick as it protruded like a pouch above my flat stomach and abdomen. It left nothing to the imagination. Seeing this gave me a bit of a thrill and I wondered what she was thinking.
I was starting to wish the conversation would go on or she would sit down beside me and stay a while, but she decided to go back to the cottage.
We never mentioned this episode again, but in recent years I often wondered how she would have reacted had I done what I would have done today. Today, I would have been laying naked in the sun. Would she have still come over to me, would she have remained nonchalant and chat for a while? I think she would have.
Once again, this was an unplanned encounter. However, it was a day of awaking for me. It was the first time I realized that I loved being naked outside the safety of my home, in this case nearly naked. After all, if it wasn't for the frigid water I would have been naked. And I realized that I didn't care if somebody saw me naked given the right circumstances. From that day forward I realized that I should start planning for these type of events and look for situations where I could be naked outside
Oh yeah and since this episode I graduated to men's white bikini underpants - even skimpier than the low-rise briefs and even more see-through. My evolution began to pick up speed. I was hooked - I loved the natural feeling of swimming and lying in the sun naked.
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2: SHERYL and the Caravan Part 1
It had been quite a few months since my first encounter with Sheryl. In the intervening months we had kept in touch by text messages on our mobiles and finally she told me she had sold her house and moved in with her son and family in the same area. She had bought a large Caravan and it had been installed on the property for her to live in and retain her privacy. She was also ready to purchase the light.
I was doing a small health Show in Palmerston North, about 50 miles away later that month, so agreed to come over on the Saturday night after the Show.
Following the directions on my Navman I turned the corner into the street and the entrance on the corner. The Caravan was alongside the previous street and was quite large.
Sheryl was there to meet me and open the gate so that I could park in with the other 2 cars. We had a brief kiss and hug before she took me into the house proper to meet the family. I was in time for the B-B-Q dinner and a friendly beer with the son (Steve) and his family. It is strange that both our sons have the same name. I was once married for 20 years.
It seemed that Sheryl was quite excited about the laser light and had told the family , who also wanted to know about it and to find out if it was any good for use on horses. I spent about 3 hours treating various ailments before setting up a light set for Sheryl and filling out the Bioptron Purchase Agreement. Everyone was suitably impressed by the almost instant relief to their various aches and pains.
The family, especially the young ones, were making 'ready for bed' noises so I packed up the rest of my promotional gear and took it out to the car. Sheryl suggested I should park on the road or the verge as her son would need to make an early start. So would I, but at least the Show didn't start until 10:00am and it would an easy drive if I got up in time.
Sheryl took me to look through her Caravan and then showed me an en-suite room at the side of the house where I would sleep. Sheryl had commented that with the family around she wanted to be careful and circumspect and it would not be appropriate for them to know she wanted me to sleep with her in the Caravan.
Then she said "Would you like to join me in the hot tub before we go to bed?"
There is something about being outdoors naked on a cold night, but warm and cosy in hot water. We spent about an hour with our glasses of wine, with many kisses and cuddles and lots of touching. Being now close to 1: OO am it was time to make a move so we wrapped ourselves in big fluffy towels, kissed goodnight and then headed off to our separate beds.
Well that was the intention. As soon as I got into the little unit with the heater going full blast I realised I wasn't ready for sleep. I found a whole pile of Lee Child's books about Jack Reacher. I had heard a lot of favourable reports about them but never read one so picked one out at random.
Hopping into bed naked (how I usually sleep), I started to read. Then the door opened quietly and Sheryl walked in.
"I couldn't sleep thinking about your 'hammer' so
I have come over to play with it, if that's O.K".
I laughed because this was a complete reversal of our first night, and then threw back the covers for her to join me on the single bed. She made a beeline for my crotch and the small dangly thing down there. "Oh we will have to perk him up won't we" she said, taking this limp thing in both hands.
She began by softly running her fingers just touching the hairs on my ball sac and that set the whole thing in motion. When I went to touch her she said "No, this is your reward so lie back and enjoy it. I am already excited enough at the thought of doing what I want to do".
Then she leant her head down and began to blow softly on the head of my cock whilst her hand went between my legs and stroked my balls. So soft and so tender, unlike so many who think that to grab and yank is the way to go.
As it grew and became stiffer, she touched the tip with her tongue, slowly winding it around the top until it was stiff and solid with a dribble of pre cum. Then she took it into her mouth.
Oh what heaven – slowly rubbing her tongue underneath before working her whole head back and forth slowly. And then she deep throated me and continued to keep me at the back of her throat for a long time.
I could feel my balls tightening up and really didn't want explode prematurely again like I had the first time we met. But somehow I was able to relax and enjoy the phenomenal sensation without exploding. After quite a while I pulled her head away for a kiss then said "Sheryl my love, I want to do the same for you".
She started to cry and I asked her "Why the tears".
"Because during my whole life and numerous lovers I have never had anyone do that for me before".
"Well sweet lady you are about to experience something truly wonderful" I said.
I got her to lie on her back sideways across the bed with her legs apart and feet on the floor. Then I knelt between her legs and approached heaven. The last time we had made love I hadn't noticed that she was fully shaved so I was looking at the smallest neatest set of pussy lips I have ever seen – just like a soft pink clam.
I started by softly stroking the outer lips, gradually parting them with my fingers until I could feel the wetness inside. Kissing and sucking her nipples whilst my fingers played with her pussy, I then brought my tongue down across her tummy to that sweet little female centre and gently pushed it into the inside lips. Her scent was wonderful, a combination of musk and talcum powder.
She started to squirm immediately but when I found the little nub of her clitoris and started to move my tongue across it from side to side she went straight into orgasm. "Oh my God Brian, I could never have believed it felt so good" she said after her orgasm subsided.
I then proceeded to run my tongue from her pussy down to her rosebud anal hole and it started to flutter!! Sliding my tongue deep inside her pussy brought more reaction and her clit was now twice its usual size. Next my forefinger went in to find her G spot while my thumb massaged her anus.
She was rolling all over the bed at this stage, trying not to yell out in ecstasy. Her excitement and my joy at seeing her like that was having a major effect on me too. By this time there was a puddle of pre-cum on the carpet and I needed to get some relief.
So while she was still lying across the bed I stood up and brought my cock to her wet warm cunt. Slowly revolving the head around the outside I suddenly lunged in about halfway then pulled it out again.
The old 'tease' trick . Rubbing the head against her pussy I slowly pushed it in about three quarters of the way then slowly pulled it out until the head was just inside, then a sudden thrust to full penetration and then out again.
Sheryl said " Oh God – please put it in and fuck me, I can't take this need to feel you in me much more".
Now was not the time for pity. "No my sweet, you are going to experience a build up that can only happen for the first time". And so for at least 3 or 4 minutes this original "cock tease" carried on. Sometimes right in to full depth and just leaving it there for a few moments before 'pulsing' my cock.
This drove Sheryl crazy. She was trying to reach down and push me into her every time I withdrew, but I wouldn't let her.
Sensing that she was as far as she could go without coming, I finally began to fuck her, at first with a slow sensual rhythm. Then as my excitement grew I thrust faster and faster.
Just before I figured I wasn't going to last much longer she suddenly screamed and started flushing my cock with hot cum. That was enough for me to let go and spurt into her at least 5 times; something I had never done before in my life.
Sheryl lay there rocking and moaning for at least 10 minutes while I lay on top of her sucking her nipples and softly stroking her pussy lips.
It was one of the best sex sessions I had ever experienced and it had taken so many years to finally be able to say with full honesty "Hell that was the most magnificent fuck I have ever had".
Sheryl seemed to be having trouble talking but I finally made out what she was saying.
"I have never, ever in my long life felt anything so good as that. My insides are still quivering and my whole body feels alive and glowing. Oh I am so glad you have come into my life and given me such a wonderful, womanly feeling".
Eventually she returned to her caravan and I finally fell asleep. I woke not many hours later as her son got ready for work and joined him for a cup of coffee.
He said " You know Brian, what happened between you and Mum last night – yes I heard the noises from our bedroom upstairs – is the one thing she has needed for a long time. Thank you, and hopefully we can get you back here some time to treat both the horses and Mum".
Whew that was some eulogy and I thought about it a lot on my way back to the Show.
Miracles apparently do happen even at a late stage in life. All you need are two people with like minds and who can look beyond what other people expect them to be. I hadn't performed that good since my 30's and I wasn't going to stop now.
By the way I have a wonderful female partner and we have been together (not married) for over 30 years.
Our physical love life was like two rattlesnakes until she hit menopause, then it was all over for her. Her natural juices dried up and she was so dry even lubricants didn't help. She couldn't take the pain and that part of our relationship ended some 10 years ago.
When I finally got home her first comment was "Your skin looks nice and glowing". Then we talked about the sale and the horses and the coincidence of both our sons having the same name. My partner has never been married or had children.
But my mind was still glowing too and I wondered how long it would be before I could return south. Somehow it didn't take too long before I got a request from Steve to go down and treat the horses so I knew that Sheryl and I were going to be able to explore each other again. And so with my partner's blessings for a return trip I began to make plans.
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This is part 2 of a fantasy of mine. All the characters are in their 30s
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Continued from part 1...
She pulled back and spread some lube over my ass with her fingers which she very quickly escalated from a surface task to an interior task, not hesitating to slide her digit inside of me and feel her way around. Soon she was fucking me with her finger and I was moaning, slightly pushing my hips back and enjoying the sensation of surrendering to her touch, knowing that for the rest of the night I was going to be doing everything I could to accommodate any desire she wanted to explore with my body... luxuriating in the feeling that she wanted me and wanted my body and found my body to be a source of pleasure in a way that had more to do with what she could do to me and what I wanted to let her have access to rather than what I could do to her (although she was certainly giving me access to a set of desires that were as elusive for her as this was for me). It was the feeling I had been trying to capture for some time and I would learn soon that to be feeling that so early on was a sign that the rest of the night would lead me to spaces of pure ecstacy and wanton lustful disregard for any sense of what was proper or respectable.
The next thing I felt was the warmth from her body inching closer to me followed by her hands on my hips and the large heavy phallus pressed against me. I was nervous about whether I'd be able to fit it inside me let alone take the whole thing but I remembered having luck with a very hung man when I was younger and took a deep breath in anticipation. She asked me to give her directions and tell her what I needed and wanted as we started and as she used the lubed tip to press against me the first thing my mind jumped to was how good it would feel to have her tease me with it first. So I asked her to drag the tip up and down across my hole which she quickly obliged. The feeling of this heavy, thick cock head dragging up and down along my crack and then crossing over the vulnerable opening of my hole and opening up, for just a moment at a time, the outermost layer of my minimal defenses was toe curlingly seductive and I could feel the heat of my desperate desires overwhelming my fears and concerns.
I was so grateful she was such a kind lover and so concerned with making me comfortable because the threat of this massive dildo, if wielded by someone of another temperament, would have been terrifying. Flirting with that danger gave me butterflies and made me feel like the spoiled brat of my dreams. When I asked her finally to try and penetrate me I helped let her find the right angle but as she started adding pressure it was clear that with enough pressure she could have pushed past my defenses and it would have felt like I was being split in half and I was going to need to start very slowly so I asked her for less pressure but to keep going with the slight gyrations she was making with her hips. I could feel every fiber of every muscle of my hole as they, little by little, started to stretch wider to accommodate the massive cock behind me. As I start making more progress I would pull off of it and then start again and it got easier and easier to slide more and more of the girthy beast inside of me.
She had clearly been enjoying it but it was when I first pulled off of it and then slid back on it a bit that I heard the "oh shit" come out of her mouth under her breath in a moment of clear enthrallment. It was all the encouragement I needed and I asked for more lube and started slowly fucking myself against the tip of her cock as I felt my insides being stretched to their limits. I was overly aware that what felt like an entire arm inside me was only the first inch or so and it was clear when it slid in far enough to get to the end of the hard part. As I pressed back it slid into me with ease for about an inch and a half and then felt like it got to a choke point where my insides could expand enough to accommodate the mass of this dildo but at this point there was no way I wasn't going to be fucked tonight. This beautiful, patient, hungry, horny woman behind me wanted this as bad as I did and I was confident at this point that I could stretch further.
I pulled out, asked for more lube, lined up the head with my now stretched out hole and slid it inside, forcing my muscles to relax as much as possible and just like that it went from an inch to two inches to inch after inch burying itself inside me. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. I felt all of my resistance and any remaining semblance of "what I should do" fade away almost immediately, replaced with a hunger and desire to be fucked like a slut that was so pure and real it was almost feverishly trancelike. I backed up against her again and she started to push back into me. Before I knew it she was sliding the massive cock in and out of me and my legs felt weak under the intense pleasure. I could feel every millimeter of it as it slid out of me, leaving me feeling incredibly empty inside and then again every millimeter as it slowly filled me back up beyond my limits - making my head spin and forcing gasps and involuntary moans of pleasure from my lips.
I was losing myself in the pleasure of the sensations, feeling completely at her mercy and completely surrendered to the pleasure I was experiencing as she used me. Then I heard the familiar panting and quickened breath from behind me that I had heard in the past when she was close. I was overwhelmed by the realization that she was orgasming from fucking me. While I had been lost in the pleasure she was giving me with the strapon she was wearing, she had been enjoying it so much that she had started to cum. I only had a moment to process that realization before I felt her start to spasm and drive the long shaft further into me than I thought was possible. I shuddered and felt my whole body flush with desire as my legs curled up behind me and I pushed back against her, riding out her pleasure driven spasms in a state of unmatched satisfaction. I had only ever fantasized that someone like her could exist and never believed it was more than a fantasy. A beautiful, hungry woman who wanted permission to use my body in this way who was so into it she could cum from it. I had brainstormed solutions for years on how to make the experience as pleasureful for the partner wearing the strapon and here I was having used none of them, with this tall, exhilarating woman cumming with all her might from just the pleasure she got from the act of penetrating me and seeing me not just submit but welcome and beg for the pleasure she had not been allowed to give to such a willing participant before.
My breathing sped up, my moans were strained, the large phallus was digging almost too deep to bear and I just wanted more. I was in a daze of pleasure and my lower legs had curled up behind me, wrapping around the backs of her legs, feeling her soft skin under my feet and using the very small amount of leverage it afforded me to encourage her by squeezing her toward me. After the quaking of her body slowed down I realized she had thrust into me so hard my head was hanging off the edge of the bed and my entire body felt flush. It was after a moment of the two of us laying, somewhat exhausted, with her on top of and deep inside of me that she said, "are you ready?" and slowly withdrew the member from inside of me leaving my hole slightly quivering and feeling disappointingly empty. There was no way I could get up immediately and I told her while I was half hanging off the bed that she could touch me and see how stretched and worn out she had gotten me. She seemed excited to feel it and I felt her fingers exploring my stretched out hole. I assumed that was probably the end of the pegging for the night and when she stopped fingering me I turned to sit in front of her sexy body on the bed. I kissed her and she made a comment about how much fun it was. I agreed and whispered "You did great daddy" with a smirk across my face knowing this would elicit a reaction.
Well... a reaction I got. She laughed and pushed me down onto the bed chastising me for saving the "daddy" for afterwards saying she was ready to go again and asking if I could handle more. Little did she know there was nothing I wanted more than to feel her inside me stretching me out again. She pulled out the panty vibrator I had brought as a surprise for her and I helped her slide it into the front pocket of the harness and turn it on. She seemed immediately on the verge of another orgasm and this time she pushed me on my back and we struggled for a brief moment while we fit the wedge under me - desperate to feel her inside me again, I shuffled around, as best I could and as soon as the wedge was under me I lifted my legs up and exposed my still stretched hole for her. She climbed closer, holding a leg with one hand and the dildo with her other one, taking aim and sliding the head around trying to find that bullseye she could slide into. When she found it, she slowly slid deeper and deeper into me until she got to the base. Looking up at her this time, being slightly inverted on the wedge and feeling how much leverage she had in this position made me feel crazy. I couldn't believe this was real life and not just a dream. Before I could follow that thought too far though, she looked me in the face, her eyes slightly intense and hungry looking, and with an eager smile she asked if she could go faster. There was no hesitation in my response - I wanted it - I wanted her - I wanted my hole to be ruined by the end of this night and I was about to get it. She started fucking me harder, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in again, letting me feel the full length of her stroke and slowly switching from a space that felt like it was about me to a space that felt like it was for her pleasure exclusively. As she sped up I couldn't help but encourage her - "yes please fuck me, fuck me harder, yes daddy fuck me" and the reaction I was getting from her was nothing short of intoxicating. As she started to convulsed and her breathing got less steady I wrapped my legs around her, dragged my hands on her back, pulled her into me and as she got close to peaking, as I felt her huge hard dildo slamming in and out of me I couldn't help but say "Yes, please cum! Cum inside of me!" I don't know why it felt right in the moment but it worked for her too and while I was grasping at her and squeezing her into me and begged her to cum in me with her big dick she started to climax, thrusting harder, losing just a bit of the restraint she had shown all night and fucking me into a state of complete ecstatic surrender.
She orgasmed for so long and it was pure bliss. I had thought the first intense orgasm from behind me was as hot as it could get but I was wrong. This was everything I had hoped for and as she thrust into me to the base over and over again I couldn't imagine anywhere else I would rather be. eventually her orgasm got so intense and had gone on for so long that she started to beg me to reach down and turn the vibrator off so she could stop long enough to breath.
I obliged, reaching down while the dildo was still deep inside me to try and hit the button so she could get some relief. When she gained her composure she drew back and slid the huge cock out of me, leaving me feeling the air on the inside of my now ruined hole. It was perfection and that memory will live rent free in my head forever.
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This is Part of the Series - The Making of Mr Fourways
<em>This is a sort of bonus story for those who might be curious, as Bella was, about Alex Hughes' odd sexual requirements. It was supposed to end at the end of his second year and just reference the events in the second, but it kept going... Actually, as I write this, I will split it and publish at the same time. Now three parts.</em>
<em>I don't expect high ratings but here goes.</em>
<em>This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but <u>all characters are 18 years old or older</u>. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don't flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.</em>
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<strong><em>2. The Making of Mr Fourways</em></strong>
<em><u>Escape to Halls.</u></em>
For my final year I managed to save enough money from two summer jobs on construction sites as a junior surveyor to move into halls, explaining to a disappointed Rachel that I had to as part of my final year work as I needed more time.
I escaped from the frying pan and found myself in the fire.
Two weeks in, I had a little too much to drink, so it marred my judgement, but not my abilities, but Wendy was much more tipsy, not that she didn't know what she was doing, but that she was uninhibited. She was behaving as if she didn't know where her room was, so I naively helped her find it and then unlock it.
The door swung open into the dark room and I reached around Wendy to find the light switch and she pulled me in and kicked the door shut. As I wasn't expecting what she did, I lost my balance and we fell, mostly on the bed, these rooms being barely six foot wide. Wendy said. "Oh, I see you don't mess about." She then started to kiss me frantically and I responded as I had been trained. The only light was from a streetlight through the open curtains, but that was sufficient for all practical purposes.
I was kissing her earlobe and neck when Wendy said. "Let's see what you have got to make a girl happy." And with that she groped at my cock and grabbing it suddenly stopped and breathlessly said. "Is that already hard?"
I considered a moment and replied, honestly. "No, it is just getting there, is that..." And that is as far as I got before she had shoved me on my back and sat on my chest facing away, showing her nice behind to me, her pale panties showing under her short skirt. She was pulling my jogging bottoms down and then my slip briefs.
When my cock appeared she said. "Wow, that is marvellous." And she took it in her mouth and hands and started to work on it with a passion that Rachel had rarely shown. At one point she broke off to say. "You shave your balls and around the base, you naughty boy, wait till my friends hear about you!" And then she resumed her attentions until I was groaning and then my hips bucked.
She quickly lifted her head, obviously fearing that I would have shot cum at her face, but of course I didn't. "What! Oh! You didn't come. Do you mind."
I gently stroked, or actually continued to stroke her hips, but now included her bottom. "I don't mind. It's a skill. Would you like to come now?"
Wendy looked back over her shoulder. "We can't, I don't have a condom, do you?" She sounded disappointed.
"Oh." I said with a smile. "You don't need a condom for what I am going to do for you." And I started to run my hands all along her body, from buttocks to breasts and then as she relaxed I managed to turn her over and gently kissing her mouth and neck worked slowly to remove her blouse, or at least get it open. I also quickly pulled my clothes back up.
As I got the buttons free and it opened worked onto her cleavage and then ribcage and tummy, before moving back towards her breasts. Even before I got there, not that I hadn't been fondling her breasts Wendy bent forward and removed both her blouse and bra. She sighed as my mouth delivered the promised pleasure to her breasts and nipples and she was soon squirming and that made it easy for me to undo the clip and zip on her skirt and ease it down.
Once it was past her knees she kicked her legs to get it free. That left her panties clear for my right hand to cup, stroke and massage her crotch area and she was moaning at my touch. I didn't have to do the full routine as Wendy reached down and pulled them off herself and commanded. "Alex, please eat me, I am so close to coming, please do it now!"
I did what I had been commanded and moved to between her legs and started kissing up from her left knee when Wendy grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "That's wonderful, but eat me, eeaatt mmeeee NNOOOWWWW!"
Another short cut so I and brought my hands up to her pussy, which was strangely bald around her labia, which were also larger than I had known. I opened the doors and licked her from bottom to top with a flourish on her clit. Everything was similar but different to Rachel's, look, scent and taste, but still a delight. I worked my skills on Wendy and she was soon writhing and screaming, or would be but had her pillow across her mouth to muffle the noise.
I relented whilst her orgasm raged but started again and Wendy said. "Surely not more?"
I chuckled. "Oh! A lot more if you can take it."
She almost sounded like it was a sacrifice. "In that case, for you, I think I will try."
I slowly started to insert two fingers into her vagina and she sighed. "Oh, that. That's nice but not as good as a dick. Nice but what's special?"
"This." I hissed and turned my hand over and curled my fingers and moving my hand, searching.
"Oh, that's a bit differ.... AH!" And she snatched for the pillow and continued the screams. I smiled and with my thumb at the base of her clit, lifting it and my lips and tongue circling and swirling and sucking she was screaming, bucking and then suddenly collapsed.
She was motionless, I withdrew my hands and face from her pussy. I gently moved the pillow aside, worried that she had suffocated herself. I watched her ribs as best I could in the half-light, and I thought I could see it move. I was nearly panicking, had I killed her with sex? What would I do? Should I phone 999? My cock collapsed.
I moved my face right up to her open mouth and felt the warmth of small breath. Her eyes were open but somehow sightless. What to do, what to do, Rechel had never reacted like this. And then Wendy's eyes fluttered and she took a deep breath.
She looked at me and grabbed my head and rammed her lips to mine and we shared a passionate French kiss. Her hands where running everywhere across my back. And my cock sprang to a raging hard on, in relief as much as stimulation.
Then she slumped back, breathing heavily and breathlessly said. "Alex, you broke me, that was so, so, other, I have never had an orgasm like that. I'm sorry I can't take anymore. Do you want to come on my tits?"
"If you are happy with that, and possibly I can do a bit more than that." I sat astride her hips and Wendy didn't object when I bent down to her cleavage and licked and slathered the gap. I then moved forward and laid my cock between her breasts and wrapped them around it and began to stroke in and out, with my thumbs trying to flick her nipples.
Wendy looked up at me and said quietly. "Oh... this is new the girls will like to hear about this." And then she added her hands to mine, but I then removed mine so I could lean forward and go for it like a mad man. I was so emotionally hyped from earlier and in record time I came, but held back my shot as my body knew it had to do.
I rolled off Wendy and she looked at me, confused. "You didn't come, did I do something wrong?"
Between deep breaths I replied. "You did everything right... I am ready to come now... if you allow it."
She smiled. "Please, I need to know I can make you come properly, and next time can you have some protection for us?"
The promise of 'next time' was all I needed to be hard again and I got across her hips again and started work wanking myself off looking at her tits with their nice nipples and the way they jiggled as I pumped away at myself. Wendy reached out both hands and one stroked my balls and the other my chest.
She moaned. "Come on me, come for me, let me feel you warm jism all over." And that did it, permission granted to come and my first spurt was not aimed down properly, so left a streak from her ribs to her neck. The hand on my chest dropped to hers and my next spurt plastered the back of her hand, which she brought to her mouth and slurped off. My final shots were weaker and pooled on her tummy as they should all have done, but Wendy didn't object.
Wendy used her fingers, of both hands, to wipe up and taste as much as she could and I went and found a flannel to help her clean up.
We then silently dressed and she switched on the light and opened the door and I left, not knowing if her promise of another time would stand, but I resolved to get condoms anyway.
<em><u>Alex on Call.</u></em>
I didn't think much about whether there would be a repeat, after all moving to halls was an attempt to reduce my sex life. At breakfast I noticed Wendy sat at a table with friends, all women, who seemed to smile and giggle when they saw me and Wendy waved and I said. "Good morning." There was a chorus of. "Good morning." Back from the table and more giggling.
I just thought, 'Girls will be girls', but there again I recalled Wendy said something about 'telling her friends' about me. So, I must be the butt of some girly gossip, smiled but shrugged it off.
The next Friday evening, I had just got back from the dining hall and I was sat at my desk to get some work done when there was a knock at the door. I pushed the chair back, which hit the side of the bed, did I mention these rooms were narrow, and got up to open the door. Wendy was there and said. "Did you get condoms?" Like it was a request to borrow them.
I was a bit taken aback. "Oh, yes, I did, actually."
Wendy looked to her left and then back at me. "Good." And pushed me back into the room and closed the door and I am sure I heard some giggles from outside.
Well, there was a repeat, or rather I got to do everything in my repertoire except anal, as I didn't think that would be something young women did, or not many.
I noticed a definite upgrade in the underwear stakes. The titty fuck was improved by my having bought lube when I got the condoms.
Wendy was surprised when the condom was empty, but I said that I only come at the end and not inside, again I didn't mention the anal exception I was allowed.
Whatever, Wendy was not left wanting, and I was careful not to overdo the g-spot orgasm this time.
I came with a joint hand job and Wendy sampled some of my spunk as before. This time I had tissues at hand to wipe up but I think Wendy might have kept some, she certainly put something in her handbag as we got dressed.
It was too late to do any work so I went to sleep and wondered if my life could get any crazier.
<em><u>Help Wanted.</u></em>
I woke at my normal time, went for breakfast and Wendy and friends did their normal routine of 'Good Morning' as I entered. As I was finishing Wendy came over and put a folded note in my hand saying. "Put that in your pocket and read it later." And me being me, I put it in my shirt pocket and Wendy fled as if the devil was chasing her, and possibly he was.
It being a nice day I wandered out by the lakes to get some exercise. I was enjoying the view, the wildlife, ok mostly ducks of various types, including the many non-ducks such as grebe, moorhen and geese. But also the female type, some of who were already being quite wild with their boyfriends for what was already a chilly day. I remembered the note and opened it. [ HELP WANTED! Come to my room at 10 am sharp. Wendy Xxx ]
I looked at my watch, I had under ten minutes to cover a fifteen-minute walk and three flights of stairs. I ran but was still late. I decided to take a minute to recover my breathing and then quietly knocked. "Who is it?" Came a muffled voice I didn't recognise.
"Er, it's Alex, Wendy gave me a note, help wanted?"
The voice was still muffled. "Come in Alex, and lock the door after you, I didn't think you were coming." So, I opened the door, which had been wedged with a beermat so that the latch wouldn't close, there was no door handle on the outside so you needed a key to open the door. I flipped the latch so that even an external key wouldn't work and looked around.
There was no one there, except the bed clothes looked like there was a body under them. I coughed. "Hello, are you in there?"
The top of the duvet was pulled down to reveal the face of one Wendy's friends, looking terrified, but also so cute, with ginger curly hair that I knew was just short of shoulder length. She half smiled. "Can you help me? Wendy says you are very good?"
I had my suspicions about what help was wanted. "Why do you need help?" I had moved away from the door, and it seemed as if this woman's shoulders were bare.
Her voice as hesitant. "I... I... have.never.had.an.orgam." And with that rush she threw the duvet off revealing a rather nice naked body. The duvet had pooled around my feet and so if I had moved it would have tripped me, so I picked it up and put it back over her.
Her face dropped and I think she would have cried but I soothingly said. "That's not a no, but I need to build an orgasm, or rather, we need to build an orgasm." I sat on the bed and held one of her tiny hands. I remembered her now, tiny compared to the rest of the girls at table she was, and she smiled.
I decided to be in command. "Right, I am going to go out again and give you ten minutes to get dressed." She looked worried. "When you are ready, come outside and I will be waiting, I promise. And we can either go to your or my room. Oh, and what is your name, I hope it is cute to match your face and body?"
"It's Gemma." She sounded worried. "Y... you will be waiting? Please!"
"My little gem, I will be waiting with bated breath."
I left the room and caught sight of Wendy at the far end of the corridor glaring at me. I smiled and gave a thumbs up. She turned and said something to someone around the corner and looked back and raised a thumbs up back. So I raised two and smiled. She said something and then rushed up to me. "What happened?"
"Gemma's getting dressed and then we are going to my room, via the Costa, and then I will aim to give her what she wants. But you should have known I work best with a full canvas." With that she started snogging me but when there was a noise at her door, she stopped and ran off with the devil at her back.
The door opened and there was Gemma, looking good enough to eat, which was fortunate as that I what I was going to do. I stepped forward and kissed her to make sure she didn't see Wendy. Then we went to the Costa, like a British Starbucks, but I like to think is better as they don't over roast the beans. I treated her to a hot chocolate, a large one, 'to keep your energy up' and I had a Large Cappuccino, for the same reason.
We sat there and I quietly found about her and her 'problem' which seemed to be more the self-serving dicks she had dated than her. She was still nervous but as I flirted and reassured her about her looks and how tasty she had looked on the bed when she challenged me. "But you turned down the opportunity to 'have me' right there."
I quickly covered. "Ah, but my condoms are in my room. But the real reason is that I, no correction, if you, are going to enjoy us, we need to do things properly, starting with this."
She tilted her head prettily. "But you didn't with Wendy, she said you went straight for it."
"We had been drinking and dancing, if you can call mine dancing, and I wasn't intending anything when we fell on the bed and things just happened. The second time was also after a bit of a date, but I still took my time, more so. The only question is how hard do you want to come?"
Her eyes shot wide open and she held her breath and blurted out. "Is it true that she passed out the first time? I thought she was making it up."
"Some women can have a 'petit mort', or little death, but it had me worried, so I didn't push so hard the second time. So just how hard?"
She looked down. "Just once and just a little would be great, I hope you can do that for me."
"Drink up and we will go to my room, I expect everyone is out doing sports, and I will make you wish my duty, even if it takes all evening." With that she smiled, and I hoped I would be good to my word as failing her would hurt me as well as her.
<em><u>Help Given.</u></em>
So we sat on my bed, it had been made, as much as duvets need making, and the room was clean and aired. I had been well trained at home and Rachel hadn't let up on clean, neat and tidy. I looked into Gemma's lovely green eyes, freckles on her cheeks and soft ginger curls. I looked at her pouting lips and leaned in to gently kiss her, ramping up the passion in response to her reaction and soon our tongues were wrapped around each other.
I stroked her neck and then broke the kiss to lift her chin and kiss her neck, running around and after nuzzling the side, I came up to her earlobe and sucked and licked as I intended to do to her clit, and she moaned.
My hands had not been idle, they had mapped out the sides and back of her body, from neck to where her bottom met the duvet. In response her hands had done a similar tour. I needed more freedom so I got us to stand, though it meant that her face was barely at my shoulder level, so I dropped to one knee and was now looking up at her face as she leant down to kiss again.
My fingers had been slowly undoing buttons on her blouse and when our kiss broke I moved my lips down to kiss between her breasts, with my hands now holding and fondling them, my thumbs detecting the first rise of her nipples. Gemma reached down and started on my shirt buttons and so I returned to the same task, but I used my mouth to stimulate first one breast, and then the other through her blouse and bra.
Once the buttons were undone, I slipped my hands in above her waist and slowly slid them up until I could cup her breasts and looked up for, and received, a kiss. Gemma pulled up the front of my shirt and finished the buttons and made to remove it, so I let her. And then I removed her blouse.
Her hands roved over my back and chest, and I mimicked the same range until I could release her bra and so removed it to her evident approval. I then brought my mouth to her right nipple, teasing, licking and sucking until it stood proud, a very pretty sight.
My right thumb had been working on it already so my lips made short work of it and soon both were hard and shining as I worked from one to the other, causing Gemma to start to moan and her hands were seeking out my belt buckle and releasing it.
I took that as a request to proceed so I found the fastening of her skirt and it fell to the floor. As it did, I pushed Gemma back so that she was sat on the edge of the bed and I brought my mouth down to her fabric covered mound and ran my hands up and down her legs, encased in her tights.
I peeled her tights off and pampered the now naked legs before moving up to kiss Gemma's mouth again but leaving my right hand down on her panties, stroking, kneading and exploring the valley my fingers were creating there and noting the warmth and wetness being extracted by my efforts. My left hand was also reworking her breasts.
Gemma's body was starting to show signs of a nicely building orgasm so I whispered in her ear. "May I remove your panties and look at your undoubtably beautiful pussy?"
She moaned. "Please, I am so ready." I moved her further off the bed as I got the top of her panties and slowly, oh so slowly, peeled them down. Her hands went and covered her mound, but that didn't worry me as I finished removing her panties. To support her, I put a leg over each arm and then starting with her right leg I kissed up to her hands, and then repeated on the left leg, but nudged her hands with my nose.
They drifted away and I brushed my lips through the sparse ginger hair and then lightly kissed her labia, and Gemma squirmed. I used my hands to open her lips and then gently ran my tongue up her entrance and she sighed. I continued increasing my contact with her sex lips and then circled, licked and sucked her clit, but with two fingers already starting to work their way in to her vagina which seemed tight at opening.
Gemma's first orgasm rose, and she was moaning and swearing and her hands were grabbing and pulling my hair. I paused my attentions, still in contact but with barely any movement. As her climax ebbed away, I resumed my licking and kissing and sucking and under cover of that my fingers resumed their journey until I turned them over and curled them up to find her special spot.
She flinched slightly and I went for it, with rapid stroking of her g-spot, working on her clit and rubbing of her labia, and Gemma screeched and flung her body around like a body possessed, which is what I was doing. I noticed her breathing change and stopped immediately, unlike the first time with Wendy and although Gemma's body collapsed, she was moaning gently.
I got her into my bed and covered her with the duvet before undressing and getting in and spooning her back her whilst she recovered and after a few minutes snuggling she used her hand to search for my cock and when she found it she span around, and flipped the duvet off. She stared at it.
"Wow, Wendy wasn't lying! Oh, this is the most perfect dick I have seen or held, and your smooth balls!" And she squirmed around, getting me to lie on my back whilst she gave a delightful blow job. A little hurried but how any man could have received anything like this without giving Gemma an orgasm in return was a mystery.
I came in my normal manner after a few minutes of her enthusiastic work, including licking and mouthing my balls. She sat back my cock in her hand, slightly soft but with a dribble of pre-cum at the head. At the time I came, her mouth was not on my cock, so I could have shot, but my natural reaction was to hold it. Gemma looked at me. "I didn't believe that either! Can you do my tits? That sounded like fun." So I fucked her gorgeous tits, with the lube.
Then it was time for me to fuck her pussy. Firstly, she refused a condom as she was on the pill. I knew that wasn't what it was for, but at that time I couldn't argue. Then she asked to start with her on top, cowgirl, which I had done with Rachel as it meant that I could play with her body. It started normally, but when I began to penetrate her, she then stopped and just bobbed on the tip and seemed very tight. I played with her tits and also her clit and as she came her body relaxed and as she slid all the way down there was a strange feeling, a tightness on the back of my shaft, that I had never felt, like a ridge.
After she settled on me she said. "Thank you." And then she started to ride up and down with a thoughtful expression on her face until I managed to give her another orgasm which was long and loud and Gemma didn't care who heard at eleven in the morning. Prompted by her orgasm I had my own experience, but as taught, I didn't come in Gemma.
When I eventually came over her chest to a joint hand job Gemma smeared some on her fingers and sniffed them before licking it off. She smiled and said. "Fresh is best." Before she gathered up some more and sucked her fingers clean.
After we cleaned up and Gemma dressed; she turned to me and said. "Thanks for that Alex, I needed to know that I'm not frigid and my boyfriend will have to up his game." I must have looked disappointed, when I was shocked. "Sorry, we can't do this again or John will find out and hunt you down." And with that she kissed me and left my room.
<em>(continued... 3. Rewarded not Sold)</em>
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We sit at the table in the middle of the restaurant. It is not a particularly large place, but very nice. The kind that has that extravagantly expensive feel, yet somehow reminds you of sitting in your own dining room. The walls are covered with picturesque views of mountain landscapes from lands far away, and candelabras decorating the walls for light. The wooden ceiling arches high overhead, and chandeliers hang down with candle shaped lights. The floor is a dark plush color, and yet still firm. The tables are covered in long tablecloths that drape nearly to the floor. In the middle of our table is a three-pronged candelabra, the candles still tall with much wax to burn. And sitting across from me, is the woman of my dreams.
Incredible blonde hair hangs down to her shoulders, gentle waves of softness that curl around her face and ears. Her hair is almost alive in the way it responds to her every movement. It captures my eyes, and locks me in. I know it would dance in the slightest breeze and twirl around my finger at the slightest touch. I ache to fill my nostrils with its sensual smell, and to feel that softness against my skin.
Those piercing blue eyes that never seem to stop twinkling with mischief look back at me as I settle my gaze upon her. Her eyes drown me in their tranquil blue waters. They pierce me to the soul, laying all my sins bare. She can see my every dream and desire, and her eyes twinkle with that knowledge.
With almost no makeup on whatsoever, she glows with an inner beauty that radiates off her like water from a magnificent fountain. The lights around her catching each incredible wave, causing it to sparkle and dance before my eyes.
Her hands rest in her lap, her supple arms free and I can bet that her fingers are twisting around her napkin. She is wearing a black strapless dress that shows off her incredible body. Supple, firm breasts push against the fabric, enough cleavage showing, and enough hiding to leave you aching for more.
From the walk in, I know that her dress hangs down about her knees, leaving those most marvelous of legs to taper down into a short high heels with black straps hanging them onto her feet. The tablecloth hides them from view, but I know where they are, beneath the table. I can almost feel their soft texture in my hands, and I cannot wait for the time when I can hold them again.
Even though she only sits across the table, as I look across at her, I know the distance is too far. This table between us is one thing too many. I ache to hold her again, to touch her. To smell her hair, and feel it against my face, to caress her soft skin and smell the sweetness of her. Thoughts of dinner evaporate from my mind. She is an angel here to either torment me, or show me just what perfection is meant to be. I know I am not worthy of her presence. To bow down before her and beg forgiveness for being merely mortal, that is what she deserves. An angel of seduction, and I am entranced beyond the ability to do anything.
She must have sensed it, or seen it in my face, her soft voice flows through the air like silk in the breeze wrapping around me, warming me and comforting me. It trickles down my spine filling me with warmth and comfort, "Are you alright, dear?"
"Yes", I choke on my own words, "I'll be fine."
A half smile of mischief plays across her face, and my heart skips a beat. To be blessed with that smile, that gaze, those eyes on me. I ache for her simple touch, her hand on my skin, just to confirm that she is still real, that this is not some wild dream that I will wake up from aching to never wake up again. If this is some dream, then by the powers that be, never let me wake.
My hand twitches on the table, and bumps something. Then I remember why I am here. My body craves sustenance, food. Unable to take my eyes off her, I fumble for the menu. Glancing down, I take a quick gander over the menu. I look back up at her, and her hands are now folded over her menu on the table. Those hands, those simple, yet enticing hands. The curl of her fingers, the careful application of nail polish. Something about them is more alluring to me than I can fathom. I want feel their touch against my skin.
I close my eyes for a moment and try to clear my head. My thoughts dart randomly around, remembering the incredible morning we had shared, and would share again. Again, I focus my thoughts on dinner. Something so simple, yet her mere presence washes it from me. Focus! Dinner! I can do this. Twisted noodles and spaghetti sauce. Tortellini's in alfredo sauce. Steamed broccoli with cauliflower and carrots on the side. And all served on her naked stomach, an explosion of Italian taste with the most beautiful woman there to eat.
A soft sigh escapes my lips as I open my eyes and look at her again. Her mischievous half smile has spread across her whole face. I cannot help but grin like a fool in response. Wiping the smile off my face, and trying to focus once more on the task at hand, I pick up the menu again, scanning over it.
"Have you decided what you would like for dinner tonight?" I ask her, doing my best to keep my voice calm and level. Perhaps I even succeed.
"Yes", she responds with a soft voice full of hidden implications that trickle down my spine, "I have."
"Oh?"
"It is not on the menu."
My left eyebrow climbs into the center of my forehead as I stare at her unable to keep the stupid expression off my face, "You wanted to come here."
"I did."
"...why?"
"In a moment dear..." she says as she bends over reaching for her purse. I lean back in my chair, air slipping from my lungs as my brain rattles in its cage trying to figure out just what she is thinking. Then I look back at her chair... and she is gone...
Perplexed and confused, I lean back in my chair. I look around the restaurant looking for some sign of her whereabouts. I cannot believe that I had my eyes closed for that long. Maybe I slipped off into a daydream. Doubtful, I normally remember those. Or maybe it had all been a dream from the get go. What a horrible way to wake up, sitting alone in this place. My heart thuds once in my chest, and then is gone. An emptiness fills me, and a sense of near panic overcomes me. This cannot have been a dream, could it?
I look around the restaurant, desperate for some sign that it was not all a dream. But I see none. No sign of her presence. The very air around me seems to suck the life from my body. My stomach goes cold, and the feeling drains away from my body. I feel leaden and unable to move. Then I spy it. On the table. Her menu. A cruel joke? Or maybe she really did exist here in this place? Warmth starts to seep back into my stomach, and my heart flutters in my chest. Hope?
Then I feel a soft caress down the inside of my right leg. I want to scream, but I manage to hold it in. Is this another cruel joke? Am I still dreaming? Or is this reality? My mind darts for answers, hoping against hope that what I want to believe is true. Please let the hand be her, let it be real. Let this not just be a dream. I remain as still as I can manage. Then I feel nails drag down the inside of my left thigh, towards my knee, then down my calf. I spread my legs a little wider under the table as I recognize her touch, and I feel her left hand on my right knee. It must be her, it cannot be anything else. My chest surges with warmth and relief. So much so that I feel flushed and have the urge to stand up, throw the table aside and pull her into a warm embrace. I want to take her away from this place, somewhere where she can never hide from me, where I can always see her, touch her, hold her, have her in my arms for all eternity. Instead, I sit still, and let her do what it is that she has decided.
I feel her soft tug on my slacks and I scoot forward in the chair towards her, spreading my legs a little wider. I can feel her presence now, kneeling between my legs. Her soft hands pull lines down my thighs, and I can feel the warmth of my erection pressing hard against my pants. As nonchalantly as I can, I place my hands on the tablecloth, flat, pressing down. My erection strains against my pants and I hope that I do not need to stand. Slacks are not the best at hiding such things from prying eyes.
Under her slow approach, my belt-buckle pops open, and the front of my trousers spills open. I almost blush, as I think about the people around me, eating their dinners. Going about their mundane lives while I am about to receive a blessing so great that I have no words to describe it. Then I feel her soft cool hands on my manhood, pulling it free. My dick throbs under her touch, beyond my control. I focus my eyes on the candelabra in the center of the table, trying to keep my face slack, as she massages my erection. Then I feel her hands pulling my balls free. A slight shiver runs down my spine as she puts gentle pressure on them while pulling on the shaft of my cock.
Then I feel her grip tighten on my shaft, and my cock throbs in response. Her fingers seem to dig into my very soul, pulling out everything that is happy and joyful and stimulating in ways I could never have imagined. My neck twitches when another shiver runs down my spine in response to her flicking the tip of my dick with her tongue. My right-hand balls into a fist, and I fight to keep it in place as she runs her tongue along the head of my cock. I clench my teeth as she places a kiss on it and licks it again.
With tight control, I exhale in a slow purposeful motion, trying to keep myself calm. A small bead of sweat collects on my forehead from the effort. Meanwhile, under the table, she takes the tip of my cock into her mouth, and swirls her tongue around it, while pulling up and down on the shaft. My left leg twitches as she takes the head of my cock into her mouth, and then a little more, sucking on it as she pulls it into her mouth. I clench my teeth even tighter, and my left-hand balls up into a fist pressed hard against the table as she takes over half of me into her mouth. One of her hands continues to massage the remaining portion of it not in her mouth, while her other hand continues to squeeze my nuts. My eyes start to roll into the back of my head, but I refocus my efforts on the candelabra in front of me. It swims into focus, blurry around the edges. The flames lick the air in front of me, sensual and captivating.
Then she pulls back, with a soft pop created by the suction she had produced. The sound, I am sure, is heard from miles around, it echoes through my head so loud. With an effort, I open both of my hands and lay them flat against the table again. I breathe in a slow rhythm, trying to use the effort to slow my heart which thunders in my chest. Her hand releases my cock, and I can feel it throbbing for her touch. Again, I am almost overwhelmed by the urge to throw the table across the room and pull her up into an embrace. My mind's eye plays across the scene, and what would follow. The embrace, the shredding of clothes, the sex. Steamy, passionate, incredible. And all with quite the audience. With a tossed table, I would probably end up getting arrested for something silly. Maybe not such a good idea. Though, still enticing. I resist the urge.
She then places her hand flat against my groin, causing my cock to stand up straight. One finger arches back behind my balls and scratches the tender flesh behind. My back spasms in response, and my legs squirm. Then she pulls my cock into her mouth in a swift motion which takes the breath right out of my lungs. My eyes roll back into my head as she sucks with furious force, while moving up and down along the shaft of my cock.
Every muscle in my legs go tense as I become a sudden pirate exploring the shores of an unknown island that I have sailed my whole life to find. It is an oasis of pleasure and ecstasy that washes everything else away. The suction and pull along my cock pushes me deeper into a lush forest of pleasure human senses have never experienced. Incredible leaves of every shape and size brush past my fingertips, every one another bit of ecstasy that washes over and through me. Colors beyond anything I have ever seen play across my eyes blinding and fascinating me. In the midst of all this, she is there with me, not missing a moment of it.
She grabs my throbbing cock with a fierceness that drives me into a mountain range of impossible hues and views. She flicks her tongue across the tip of my cock causing me to spasm and kick out with my right leg, striking the table, but not breaking the pleasure even an once. I gasp in surprise as she swallows so much of my cock that her lips kiss the base and as she pulls up and rakes her teeth along the shaft of it, I find myself climbing the heights of an impossible volcano. The ground shakes beneath my feet, but she does not stop.
She pulls her lips back, raking her teeth up to the head of my cock, while pumping my cock with her hand. Her other hand grips my balls, her fingers scratching behind them, driving me further up the mountain. A wind of whispered sensuality whips around me, filling me with her presence. My hands pressed against the tablecloth ache to pull and press against her. She licks and flicks with her tongue, then pulls off and runs her tongue down the shaft, across my balls, then back up. I squirm, and clench my fists. Then she plunges my throbbing cock down her throat again. I clench my teeth to stop from crying out.
Pumping her mouth up and down my cock, her tongue beating the tip of my cock. I am the mountain. The mountain is me. The volcano is me, and its eruption I cannot prevent. I erupt with incredible force as every muscle in my body screams for release. My legs kick and squirm, but she does not stop. She sucks and pulls, swallowing it all. I want to scream, to cry out, to make it stop, or never end. I cannot decide. It is more than I can bear, but it does not stop.
My arms tremble with the force of me keeping them in place as she continues to suck and pump my cock. My heart thunders in my chest, but starts to slow, as another bead of sweat traces an arc across my cheek. I slump back in the chair, completely and thoroughly exhausted, as she finishes me off.
With a gentle tenderness, she pushes my gear back into my pants, and refastens them shut. My head lolls on my shoulders as I unclench my fists. Small marks in my palms show where my fingernails had pressed into them. Then she comes out from under the table on the far side.
I want to leap across the table, and wrap myself around her, but completely lack the energy to do it. I am so completely drained that all movement seems to come with no small amount of effort. She looks like nothing has happened. How she manages to pull that off, I cannot imagine. She grins at me wickedly and winks. I cannot help but smile. My body still lacking the ability to sit up straight, I scoot back in my chair just a hair. Even that small amount of effort seems almost exhausting.
"I need to... powder my nose", she says, her voice carrying hints of something else entirely. She stands flashing me a clear view down the front of her dress. A small spasm runs down my spine, and I realize I have plenty of energy to spare. As soon as I can get out of the chair that is. She turns from the table, shaking herself subtly, and strides towards the bathroom, her hips swaying. I watch, mesmerized by her movements. Every step she takes makes me ache to have her in my arms. Yet, I sit and watch her go. I want to jump from the table, and dash after her, to tackle her, take her to the ground in my arms and pull her so close against my skin that we become one being.
For a moment, I sit at the table, collecting myself. Then I grab my glass, and take a sip of the cool water there. The waiter comes walking by, and looks at me for a moment. I shrug, as I stand. "Need to use the bathroom, I think we will be ordering soon." The waiter nods as I walk off in the direction of the facilities.
I do not bother to knock on the door, I just walk in. The bathroom is large, with a long counter, and a single toilet at the end. Over the toilet is a small shelf, just above my head level, with a frond growing in it, the leaves hanging down. She stands in the center of the bathroom, that coy smile playing across her lips, her eyes twinkling.
I close the door behind me, and fasten the latch. She licks her lips as I walk up to her, and lean into her, smelling her hair. I let the smell of it wash over me. It fills my mind and as I close my eyes I feel the cools breezes of far off lands washing over my face. Then I open my eyes and kiss her just below her ear. I let the smell of her wash over me, as I kiss her again, and nip at her ear with my teeth. Then I grab her around the waist and lift her up onto the counter. Her arms encircle my neck as I lift her dress up. The dress lifts with ease, and to my shock, she is wearing nothing underneath
My eyes lock onto that perfect mound of flesh between her legs, so clean, and simple yet completely mesmerizing. Everything else in the world slips into grey as I look at the one thing that is so complete in its consumption of my reality. It is so perfect. Incredible in its simplicity. Her lips tight, not a hair to be seen. The hole no bigger than my pinky. My soul cries out, how could there be anything in this world so perfect. I am blessed beyond comprehension to have this before me. An opportunity that begs to not be overlooked.
I lean forward between her legs, lifting them with ease and let her smell wash over me. I place her right leg up on the counter, spreading her legs wide, and her left over my right shoulder. Then I run my nails up her thighs as I place a soft kiss just above her mound. Her hands drift down over my head and rest on my shoulders.
I run my tongue over the top of her mound, teasing the edges of her lips as I slip one finger just inside of her and do a slow circle around her clitoris and then her vaginal opening. Using my left hand, I part her lips and run my tongue over her clit, as her hands grip my hair. While running slow circles around her clit with my tongue, I slip my right index finger inside of her, and pull some of her sweet juices out and run them over her lips.
Then I bury my face into her mound, and suck on her clit, pulling it against my teeth, while running my tongue inside her lips teasing her vagina. I flick my tongue against the sides of her then lavishly lick across her clit. Her leg twitches against my shoulder, as I take my still slick finger and run a slow circle around her anus. She rolls back on her hips giving me better access, and I take full advantage of it.
Sinking my tongue into her, I stroke as deep as I can, flicking and teasing her. Then I pull back and run it over her clit again. I lick her lips while I slip my right thumb inside of her. Using a slow pump, I slide my thumb deeper into her then pull it out and in again while I pull one of her lips into my mouth and pull my teeth across it.
Pulling my thumb out of her, I go down on her clit again, and suck on it pulling it into my mouth. Drawing back just a hair, I flick it with my tongue while I place my thumb against her ass, and start to push it into her. She groans and grabs my hair, pulling me into her again. I let her, and again, sink my tongue as deep into her as I can muster. My thumb goes up to the first knuckle, and I draw it out a hair, then push it all the way in.
She squirms against me, and her right leg convulsively kicks as I lick the walls of her vagina with my tongue. Then I pull back and suck hard on her lips, pulling them and licking them. Then I let her go, and continue to fuck her ass with my thumb. Then I slip two fingers from my left hand into her pussy, reaching deep inside her. Then I pull them out, and look up at her. I reach up, and run them across her lips, and she bites down on my fingers, sucking them clean.
Then I dive down against her again, sucking fiercely on her clit. She cries out softly, and squirms against me. My thumb slides in and out of her easily, while I continue to flick her lips with my tongue. Then I draw back and blow cool air against her. Then with lavish strokes, I lick her lips and pull my thumb from inside her. She groans as I stand up, and lean against her.
She wraps her legs around me, pulling me tight against her, and kisses me, biting my lip. Then she pushes me back and rips at my belt buckle, flinging it open. I pull my shirt over my head, not bothering with the buttons, then grab the top of her dress and force it down, freeing her chest. Within only a moment she has my rock hard cock in her hands. Meanwhile, I am once again mesmerized by her body. Her chest, freed of her clinging dress calls to me. And I can do nothing but respond to them. I lean into her and pull her right nipple into my mouth. My left hand finds her other breast and caresses it as I suck on her nipple. Flicking my tongue around her, and pinching it with my teeth as I grab her other breast. I run my tongue around her nipple, then release it, and blow cool air on her. I treat the other side with the same careful attention.
Then I step back, and pull free of her. She groans and gnashes her teeth at me. I step out of my trousers, and kick them across the bathroom. Then I grab her by the hips and slide her towards me. I stick two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy, then pull them out, and run the fluids over my cock, moistening it. Then I place it against her ass. Her eyes widen as she realizes what I intend, but she does not draw back. In fact, she rolls her hips against me, pushing the head of my cock a hair into her. But it does not go in all the way. She is tight, so incredibly, marvelously tight. Then I grab her hips and pull her against me with as much force as I can muster. My cock slides up inside her, but only about half way. She cries out for a moment, and claws at my back and chest, her legs twitching against me. The tightness is overwhelming, and my head spins for a moment. A single tear trickles down her cheek as she pulls at me trying to get me deeper. I oblige her. I pull back a hair, then pull her against me with as much force as I can muster. Her ass slams against my groin.
She sits up against me, biting and clawing at me, as I pull my throbbing cock almost out of her, and then ram it home again. She rakes her nails across my chest drawing blood. With one hand against her chest, I push her back down against the counter. Then I grab her legs and push them against the counter, partially pinning her against it. Then I proceed, with a swift pounding strokes, to ram my throbbing cock into her ass. She squeals and grabs at me, panting and clenching her teeth. Her ass wraps around me so tight that I feel like my dick is about to explode from the effort, but I do not stop. Reality washes away, and we are two explorers, bound at the waist charting unknown waters in an oasis of painful pleasure.
I release her legs and grab at her chest, as I continue to slam her so hard she hits the wall with each massive thrust. She groans with pain and ecstasy while clutching her chest and raking at me with her nails. Then she grabs the edge of the counter, and uses it to pull herself against me. Each impact rocking us both, and driving me even deeper into her.
My hands drift down to her waist, pulling her even harder against each incredible impact. Our breathe explodes from our lungs in unison, cries of pain and pleasure mingling as our souls twist into an undiscovered world of marvelous ecstasy and stinging pain. Our bodies crashing together driving us farther, and deeper into uncharted destinations. Our pace accelerates, and the intensity of our painful pleasure heightens. Our souls twist and mingle and we become one super being shaking the world of our dreams to its core, ready to explode.
With a swift and sudden movement, I lean down into her just as I slam my cock deep, and bury my face in her neck. Her hair washes over my face, the scent filling my nostrils. I pull my hands up to her breasts again, dragging my nails across her sublime skin as I do. I grasp her breasts, running my fingers over her nipples as I sink my teeth into her neck. I drag my teeth across her skin, scrapping and nipping as I do. Her hands latch onto my back, her nails dragging and pulling at my skin.
I pull my head back off her neck and kiss her on the lips. She returns the passion and heat. As we tie our tongues in knots, I pull my cock back with a slow deliberate motion, and then slide it up into her again. Our lips part, and she exhales, rocking her body against mine. I kiss her jaw line, nipping at her skin as she cranes her head back, exposing her throat. Taking advantage of it, I sink my teeth into her neck again. With sharp nips I tug at her skin as I slide out and back into her. As I work my way down her neck onto her collarbone, her nails dig into my back.
Then I work my teeth down her chest to her breasts, and pull her right nipple into my mouth. While I pump my cock in and out of her, I twirl my tongue around her nipple, and then pinch it between my teeth. I suck hard on it while I continue to pump her, then release her and move over to her left breast. While treating her left breast to the same movements as the right, I grasp her right breast in my hand, and massage it, pinching her nipple, and running my fingers over her sublime flesh.
Arching my back against her hands, dragging her nails across my back, I stand up straight and look down at her. She bites her lip as I continue to pump my cock into her with slow deliberate movements. Then I grasp her legs, pull them together and firm against my chest. I cock my head to the side and rake her calf with my teeth as I slide my throbbing cock in and out of her incredibly tight ass. She groans and clutches at her chest as I rake her legs with savage bite marks.
Digging my fingers into the sublime flesh of her legs, I pull her against me, increasing the speed with which I pump my dick into her. She groans, and grabs a hold of the counter, pulling herself against me. Each massive thrust causes us to exhale sharply. Our breathing patterns synchronized, my eyes start to roll into the back of my head. I force my eyes open and look down at her. A tear rolls down her cheek, her teeth biting into her lip, her eyes squeezed shut. Her breath exploding out in sharp rasps. She pulls herself against me with renewed force, as she looks up at me. I respond in kind.
The world around us fades away, as the painful pleasure whips into us newfound worlds of erotic ecstasy. We sail the skies of a forgotten land, our bodies thrashing in time to one another's movements of pleasure. Clouds of unparalleled beauty float past basking us in every imaginable color. But even as these vistas of reality unfold before me, the most beautiful thing I can possibly fathom, is her, with me now.
Then a knock on the door shatters us back to reality. Our pace fractures, and I stop to look at the door. A timid voice outside asks, "Are you alright in there?"
I turn back to her, as she rocks her hips against me, driving my dick deep into her as she whispers, "don't you dare fucking stop now." I accommodate her, and pull her hard against me. The knock on the door sounds again, and I pull back from her. With a soft sound, my dick pops out of her. I walk over and grab my pants. She scowls at me, pulling her dress back up into place. I put my pants on, and pull my shirt back on. She runs her hands down her dress, smoothing out wrinkles that I cannot see, hopping to the floor as I open the door.
A young woman in a pink skirt and blue sweater stands there, her hand raised ready to knock on the door as I opened it. She stares at me, dumbfounded as I excuse myself and walk past her. I stop, and turn back to the bathroom where my dream girl stands. I reach back, and take her by the hand.
Our skin makes contact and time freezes. Her hand, so soft, so small in my own, and so perfect. I want to feel it on my chest, my back, my face, anywhere but only in my hand. I can almost feel that lingering touch across my back, the marks she had left, the scratch on my chest. They all burn with an intensity that cries out for more. Every place she had touched me, I could feel in that second. I want more.
With a gentle pull, she lets me lead her from the room. Behind the young woman waiting is a waiter who looks rather dumbfounded seeing the two of us coming out of the bathroom. Something in his eyes goes from shock to, something rather unkind. I got the distinct impression that we have over-lasted our stay. With that we turn right, and walk into the kitchen. We weave through the pots and pans, the waiters and chefs, until we come across a back door. I open it, and without a word, slip into the night, with her right behind me.
A cool breeze catches me from the right, the warm air wrapping itself around me. I turn to her, and pull her close to me, allowing the door to close behind us. As I look back into the kitchen, I can see waiter making his way towards us. Not wanting to have to confront him, I turn again, and pull her after me into the alley.
It is a quiet night, and we slip into the shadows without a word between us. After a couple turns, we slip into the darkened streets of the night. I glance back the way we had come, and see no sign of the restaurant, or the waiter. It was not that I was afraid of the waiter, it was more that I did not wish to confront him. I have other things on my mind.
Glancing around the alley, making sure we are alone, I pull her close to me and lean against the wall. Her hands settle on my chest as I look down at her, as my arms close around her. Those incredible blue eyes sparkling with mischief, and that wonderful half smile creasing her features. The half-light of the moon cascades around us, somehow bringing out a life within her that I had never seen before. The light falls across her face, causing her to glow in my arms. My heart skips a beat. I lean forward and kiss her on the lips.
As our lips meet, I can feel fireworks going off in the back of my head. My erection pushes against my pants and I know that I must have her. Our lips part, and our tongues twist and meet around each other. I pull her close against me, and her arms snake up my back pulling me against her. My fingers dig into her back pulling her against me. Our bodies press against each other, and I can feel her taught nipples pressing against me.
Our passionate kiss breaks, and I proceed to kiss her jaw moving back towards her ear. I pull her earlobe into my mouth, twisting my tongue around it. Her fingers dig into my back, pulling lines across my flesh through the fabric of my shirt. I work my way down her neck, biting and nipping as I go.
Then I pull back from her, and pivot her around, putting her back against the wall. Then I grab the top of her dress, and pull it down, freeing her incredible breasts from the fabric. The moonlight plays across them, making them glow in the eerie light. I caress her breasts, running my hands across her glowing skin, then I lean forward and kiss her collarbone. With my left hand on her chest, squeezing her breast, I suckle and kiss her right breast. I pull her nipple into my mouth and pinch it between my teeth. Then I suck and kiss her chest with all the force of my desire surging through me.
While I move to her left breast, her hands find my belt buckle, and my pants open and fall down to my knees. Her hands wrap around my massive erection, as I pinch her nipple with my teeth. My left hand finds the lower end of her dress and starts to pull it up, revealing the swell of her hips.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I wrap her arms around my neck, and grab her ass with both of my hands. Then I lean back as I lift her up into the air, and slide her groin against my own. My cock rubs against her and catches the edge of her vagina. Then I lean back a little farther, and slide my cock up into her mound. She groans with pleasure as I lower her down onto it. Her legs wrap around me, as I lean her against he wall, and thump my groin against hers, driving my throbbing cock deep up inside her. Her own weight drives her down against me, but I keep her aloft, lifting her by her marvelous ass.
Her legs squeeze against my abdomen, holding her marvelous body against me. She licks my ear as I lift her and lower her against my cock. She rocks her hips against mine, and I return the motion as I lower her against my groin again. Then I raise her up and let her drop the short distance. She sighs with pleasure. I gnash my teeth against her neck as we build up a momentum of action. She uses her thighs to pull her weight against me, making my actions a bit easier, but the effort soon has me breathing hard against her.
Our bodies rock against each other, our breath creating plumes of warm air in the cooling night. The breeze blows across us, cooling the sweat on our bodies. The moonlight plays across her skin, making her glow in my arms like a holy angel from a dream. My arms start to burn with the effort, but I do not stop. I lift her higher, dropping her against my cock, driving hard and deep inside of her. She groans with pleasure, her voice whispering in my ear and through my mind.
My arms begin to shake, and I lean forward, letting her legs slip down off my hips. I pull back from her, slipping my cock out of her. I lean into her again, and kiss her neck, raking my teeth across her. Then she pushes me off her, and turns, putting her palms against the wall. Her ass thumps against my cock. I place my right hand on top of that wonderful swell of flesh. Then I slap her right ass-cheek with the flat of my right hand. The loud snap of it fills the alley, leaving a harsh red mark on her skin. She lets loose a soft "ohf". Then I do the same to her left cheek.
Leaning against her, my cock sliding against her mound, I reach around and grab her breasts as I sink my teeth into the right side of her neck. I pinch her nipples, as I rake her neck with my teeth. Then I pull back, and slap her ass-cheeks again. She looks over her right shoulder back at me, the moonlight playing across her hair and back.
Then I grab my rock hard dick and push it against her mound. I run it around the edge of her vagina, then plunge it deep into her. I grab her hips and pull her against me, as she sighs with pleasure. Air pulls it way out of my lungs as I slide my cock all the way into her. Pulling her against me, I can feel my cock pushing against her insides. She pushes against the wall, pushing her ass hard against me, driving me as deep as is humanly possible. Then I rear back, and drive up into her again. She rocks against me, and cries out softly as my dick hits her insides.
"Fuck me", I can hear her whisper, as I pull my cock nearly out and slide it back in with as much force as before. She uses the wall to push back against me, and we slam our groins together. A slow rhythm of incredible force begins to build between us. With each slam, her knuckles go white against the wall with the force of her pushing against me. My fingers dig into her hips, pulling her as hard as I can against me.
"Harder", she whispers. I oblige her. We build up more speed, slamming into each other with such force that neither of us can keep from letting loose cries of pleasure. They are soft at first, but as our speed picks up, the volume of our voices do as well. The world around us, fades into the darkness of a passing cloud, but the moon lights us up like two thieves in the night. Her body glows and shimmers before me. Steam rises from our bodies, and her black dresses melts into darkness. I slam deep into her, and pause for a moment.
Then I grab the lower edge of her dress and throw it up higher on her back, revealing more of her incredible body. Then I pull the top lower, revealing the sublime flesh of her back She groans at the pause, still rocking her hips against me, but unable to drive my cock any deeper. She rolls forward off me a hair, the cool breeze rolling over my cock. I lean against her back, sliding my cock back into her, as she pushes off the wall into me. Then I rake her back with my teeth, nipping at her shoulders.
I reach up with one hand and run it through her hair, the other gripping her luscious hips. I pull her against me as I marvel at the feel of her hair in my hands. She thumps hard against me, driving my cock deep into her. My back arches, and my hands clench. Then I grab her hair, and pull her head back as I ram my throbbing cock up into her. She moans, but I do not let go over her. I pull her head back a little farther, her neck craning as I slam into her again. She pushes off the wall, her nails scrapping against the cement. Then I lean forward into her, and sink my teeth into her exposed neck. One hand bracing her against the wall, she reaches back, and I feel her nails dig into my side, pulling me against her. My right hand slides up from her hip, and I grab her breast, my fingers digging into her sublime flesh.
The moonlight plays around us, throwing crazy shadows on the wall as we rake and nip at each other. Then I straighten up, and release my hold of her neck. Her head falls forward, her hair falling over her face. She puts both hands back to the wall, and slams herself against me so hard I stumble back a step.
She looks over her shoulder back at me, grinning wickedly. The moonlight plays across her features, making her glow in the half-light. I pause for a moment, my heart caught in my throat. This angel, this goddess, de-robed and anxious for me. Her incredible hair glows platinum in the light, her eyes sparkle, and her teeth gleam as she licks her lips. The arch of her back, I swear wings would sprout from them at any moment and carry her away. But she stays, waiting. The black dress still clings to her waist, the cloth hanging down in front of her legs. That ass, it's incredible roundness, so sublime leading down into two of the most incredible legs to ever grace this fair earth. She stands, waiting, so full of life.
I step forward, one hand on my cock, the other I rest on her incredible ass. She closes her eyes as I push the head of my dick against her mound and slip it into her. She is so tight, even after all of this, it is still like trying to push into a fresh virgin. How she manages this, I will never know, or ever ask for anything different. I slide myself half-way up into her, then withdraw, my manhood dripping with her juice. I rub it against her mound. She gazes at me over her right shoulder, the desire in her eyes echoing my own. Then I place the head of my cock against her mound again, and slowly slide it up into her.
I slide up into her until my groin presses full against hers. She pushes back, a gentle force that drives my throbbing cock all the way up into her. I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck, and her ear. She turns her head and kisses the side of my face, and our lips meet. Then she pulls back from me, and whispers into my ear, "fuck me, damnit."
I lick her lips, and then stand up straight, both hands gripping her waist. She braces against the wall, pushing back into me. She pulls forward, and I pull back until my manhood nearly comes out, then we roll against each other. Gentle at first, a building momentum. Our breath fills the air, twin clouds of steam, from the heat of our actions.
Like two crazed mountain climbers, we force our bodies into a psychotic rhythm of actions that pushes up farther and faster into the peerless heights of passion and ecstasy. Our breath fills the air, our voices hoarse and crying to each other, pushing us faster and harder. The cloudless sky opens before us, and we launch into the air of our minds, our ecstasy the fuel for a voyage of unparalleled self-discovery.
As we climb higher, our actions become more crazed, one hand finds my back and I wince in pain as she claws me with all her force. In response I slap her ass cheek so hard it leaves a sharp red mark, the noise of it shocking in its volume. She cries out in response, and claws me again. Sparking me to dig my nails into her back and drag them down to her incredible ass, leaving dark lines in her sublime skin.
Beyond all limits imaginable, we realize in a sudden flurry, that we have reached our limit, and we explode. Her cry bursts from her lungs with all the pent up savagery and realization of ecstasy she has experienced. It takes me a second to realize that my voice too has blown its way out of my chest. Just as savage, and unreal to my own ears.
I clutch her hips, still pulling her against me as hard as possible, while she continues to rock against me. Each little motion causing my back and legs to spasm with the ejection of my life's essence into her. It is then that I notice she is twitching beyond control, unable to keep her legs still, she is barely able to stand. I lean forward into her, pulling her into a nearly standing position, my twitching cock still deep within her. I kiss her neck, teeth raking and nipping while I grab her breasts with both hands and pull her tight against me. Her hands grab my ass pulling me tight against her, while her teeth gnash at the air.
We stand there twitching and spasming against each other, letting the moment wash over us. An unstoppable tidal wave of completion. Eventually, I become aware again of our surroundings. I sense that she too is perhaps a bit self-conscious of where we are. Unable to let go of her just yet, I look up and down the alley. No one but us here. Not that it would have mattered at this point, I suppose. I lean back against her, and gnaw at her ear, my tongue wrapping around its perfection. She signs with contention, a happy sounds that warms my soul.
I slide myself back off her a hair, then slip my weakening cock back into her. She moans, a soft noise in the back of her throat. Then I pull back, and out of her. Turning her, by her shoulder, I pull her against me in a tight embrace, her breasts against my chest. Her lips meet mine, and we wrap ourselves around each other in a warm, tight embrace. We stand there enjoying each other's warm, while the cool breeze blows around us.
Then I pull back from her, and help her pull her dress back up on. I take one last longing look at her incredible body, as she smoothes the dress out. Then I take a look at myself, and realize I need a bit of work as well. What takes her only a minute, takes me a bit longer to get everything back the way it was.
I take her hand and lead her back the way we came, towards the restaurant. She walks beside me, her hand warm in mine. She gazes at me, those incredible eyes filling my world. I have to break that link with her to keep from walking into a dumpster as we head back towards the car. She giggles at me as I navigate us through the alley. I chuckle to myself as I put my left arm around her shoulders, and pull her close. Her right arm encircles my waist.
"Shall we order delivery next time?" I ask her, my voice soft on the air.
"Perhaps", she answers, her voice low and cooing. A shiver runs down my spine and I smile at her as we walk through the parking lot to the car.
"As you wish, my dear."
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Chapter 1 – caught
I was sitting in my room – curtains drawn – only the faint light of the computer lighting up my face. I had a look of extreme concentration about me as I looked at the images in front of me.
Naked women were spread-eagled on medieval-looking contraptions – nothing was left to the imagination. As I clicked the mouse and images changed there was a growing wet patch on the front of my lightweight trousers – just above the growing bulge.
I knew it was wrong. I knew of the new laws brought out by the strictly Puritan regime. I knew that if I was caught looking at pornography I would be made to pay. I knew the consequences. But I couldn’t stop myself.
I’d heard that the Government had a new kind of spy system that tracked people’s internet use – but felt that, so long as I never used my national card number to actually pay for anything, I could never be traced.
I was wrong. Even as I got warmer and my left hand slipped to my groin the Purity Brigade was moving. As my hand closed around my growing cock they were making their way towards my flat.
I released my prick from my trousers and ran my hand up and sown the shaft. Occasionally I cupped my tight balls and gave them a twist as I looked at the tied up women with their nipples clamped and their cunts invaded with pieces of piping. The wet patch at the end became thoroughly lubricated as my hand movements became more and more violent.
A particularly nasty picture of a girl (a very young-looking 18) appeared – her hair was tied to the top of a crucifix – her arms outstretched and tied to the arms of the cross. Each nipple was pierced and a small chain through each ring pulled the nipples and whole breasts upwards to where the chains were attached above her head. Her legs were pulled around to the back of the down piece of the cross – thoroughly exposing her glistening cunt. A masked man holding a knife was beginning to introduce the dagger into her cunt – her face said that it hurt.
Although I knew that the picture was totally staged – nothing was going to happen – it was enough to have my cock throbbing with paroxysms of ecstasy as I came all over the computer desk. A thick puddle of cum spread rapidly towards the keyboard.
Suddenly there was smashing sound as the front door splintered and the room was suddenly filled with men and women in black uniforms.
“Stand perfectly still!” the order was barked out by a woman with long blonde hair holding a Z87 stun gun pointed straight at my still-exposed prick as two others grabbed my arms and held fastened my elbows together behind my back. She looked at the computer screen and sneered. “If you think that fictitious crap is exciting – just wait until you see what we’ve got in store for you!” As other members of the troop photographed my quickly shrinking member; the still-spreading puddle of cum; and the computer desk her voice became more like that of an automaton. “0258223 – I am PO Carver and I am arresting you under the 2008 Purity Law. You do not have to say anything at thins stage – but silence may indicate an acceptance of guilt. You will be put before a Purity Council as soon as you are returned to the station. Do you wish to say anything?”
I couldn’t think of anything to say. Carver’s hand flew out and she struck my dick so hard it slapped against my thigh. “I said do you have anything to say?”
“N..n..no.” I gasped.
“Good, that’ll make a conviction much easier!” she laughed. “Take his trousers off properly – he’ll not be needing those – and get him into the van.”
A girl I vaguely recognised from my school days stood before me and unceremoniously removed my lower clothing. The smell of her perfume and her hair tickling against my thigh as she leaned down was enough to give me a new erection.
“How disgusting!” she curled her lip. “Ma’am – we’ve got a real perv here!”
“Photo that thing,” barked out Carver and a number of cameras flashed at my disappearing manhood. Removing her right glove she came right up to me and put her lips to my ear. I felt the warm flesh of her right hand touch my balls – suddenly there was a shooting pain from my groin as she grasped them hard and twisted violently, “I’d make the most of these, while you’ve still got them!” she whispered.
As tears came to my eyes she spun back round, replaced her glove and said, “Right, let’s get him back to the Council.”
I was pushed violently towards the door, only prevented from falling by the fact that someone had hold of my elbow restraint. I was bundled out into the street and was shocked to see a small crowd of neighbours watching. When they saw that I was naked from the waist down they booed and I felt a lump of mud hit me just above the eyebrow. A second splattered against my shirt. When a third hit my privates there was a cheer. Before I knew it I was lying face upwards in the back of a van – the girl with long hair leaned over and attached my elbow restraint to a short chain just behind the driver’s seat. She then shuffled over me, grasped my right ankle and tugged it towards one corner where I felt it being cuffed – she repeated the process with my left ankle. I realised that I was lying spread-eagled in the van at the same moment that I saw that the windows were filled with the faces of the on-lookers.
The van lurched forward, siren sounding, and the faces disappeared – only the girl as still visible – I suddenly remembered her name – Josie White – I’d quite fancied her and we’d actually gone out a couple of times together. Crouched at the end of the van in her tight leather uniform I couldn’t help but notice the size of her nipples showing through the material. The effect was automatic – my cock started to stir. I felt the blood pumping into my organ as it began to swell. Her hand reached out and gently she pulled my foreskin forward with the finger and thumb of her right hand. ‘She’s going to wank me off,’ I thought, ‘Will she wrap her tiny mouth round me and suck me off?’
Before the thought had passed through my mind I felt a sharp pain in the shaft of my penis as I realised that, her only purpose in holding my cock was so that she could touch the point of her knife blade right in the base of my prick just above the ball sac. I screamed, “No – please!” A small smile played across her lips.
“Don’t worry – I’ll not cut it off – if I did you wouldn’t have the next few days to look forward to.” But she didn’t let go or remove the knife – she continued prodding.
“What do you mean?” I asked, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.
“Well, just think of the lovely line-up of punishments awaiting you for your disgusting little habit.”
Suddenly I remembered what I’d been seeing on the tv – the new 2008 Purity Law. It contained a list of measures intended to make a spectacle of the first people found to be breaking the Masturbatory and Pornography Rules. A shiver ran down my spine.
“Ah, you’ve just remembered,” she said. “Yes you’ve a lot to look forward to – the Twist, the Cage, public humiliation, hanging and crushing these,” she prodded the ball sac itself causing me to let out another yell, “and, of course, the Ordeal by Fire.” She seemed to lick her lips at the thought.
Before I had time to ask her what these things actually meant the van screeched to a halt outside the police station causing her knife to slip up to the opening at the en of my prick and nearly go inside. “Ooops,” she said and she let go of my prick and put the knife away as the van doors opened.
I was quickly unchained and unceremoniously bundled out of the van and into the brightly lit reception room. There appeared to be a welcoming committee – about five police officers stood in a line watching with a mixture of curiosity and disgust as I was marched up to the desk. The young black WPC behind the counter was very matter of fact.
“What’s his number?”
“0258223. He’s in breach of Purity law subsection 22 paragraph 14 a. I’m the arresting officer, PO Carver 1897”
“Ah,” she said, looking straight into my eyes, “a fucking wanker.” Her lip curled as she filled in the charge sheet on the computer keyboard. It took only seconds – all that was needed was two numbers and the law – the date obviously filled itself in. “Right, get him stripped and photo’d.”
My clothes were quickly removed and I stood totally naked in front of a group of angry looking strangers. I was pushed towards a yellow door marked “Prisoners”. Someone said, “Don’t forget the hood.” The lights went out as a hood was put over my head – I was totally blind. My heart was in my mouth – what the hell was going to happen to me?
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<B>Chapter 2 – interrogation</B>
Before I knew where I was I felt myself being pushed into what sounded like a quite large, but unfurnished, room. It was noticeably quite cool in there and I felt my balls retracting in response to the lower temperature. There was activity going on around me – I heard at least one man and two different women whispering as I stood, blindfolded, feeling extremely exposed.
“Face me,” the male voice from my left hand side ordered. I turned to where I thought the voice was. “Now stand up straight.”
Even through the mask I caught the flash of the bulb – I just hoped that all they were going to do was take photos. There was a whispering that I could not make out and then I was aware of the smell of perfume very close to me. I could feel the body heat of someone standing directly in front of me,
A tingle ran through my entire body as I felt soft fingers stroke the much-reduced length of my flaccid member. The same fingers trailed down and round my balls. I wondered what was happening – the Purity Laws were all about sex within marriage, so why was a strange woman caressing me? My prick did its own thinking and began to grow. I could feel it beginning to lengthen and prepare to rise.
“That’ll do,” the male voice suddenly said and I felt the slight breeze as the female moved away. This was followed by another flash – I couldn’t work out why they needed my prick to appear bigger than normal. I didn’t have time to think about it. “Let’s get it all measured.”
I was pushed forward and felt myself up against a hard smooth surface that reached up as far as my chest – it felt cold on my bare stomach and privates – quickly removing the effects of the girl’s hand. A rougher hand grabbed my cock and balls, lifted them and pulled them forwards. I felt the rough surface of a hole as they were dropped again. Clearly they were the other side of partition to the rest of me. I panicked – what were they going to do?
“Stand still, wanker,” it was Carver’s voice. “Take his hood off.” The room was flooded with light and I saw that there were three police officers in the room: Carver, Josie White and the male who I now saw to be a sergeant.
I immediately saw that my dick and bollocks were hanging in a box: the inside of which was marked off with a grid that had numbers up the side. The squares nearest to me were white – then there was row of yellow squares – all the rest were coloured in red. “This is for the Court,” she said, “We have to measure your testicles and penis under certain conditions.”
“C..c..conditions?” I asked. She ignored me as photographs were taken from all sides against the grids.
“I would remind you, 0258223, that it is an offence, under the 2008 Purity Law, to be unduly aroused by any person, image or stimulus other than one provided by your legal partner for the purpose of procreation. Right,” she turned behind her, “show him the film.”
A screen, about four feet in front of me, suddenly sprang to life. A naked brunette girl was lying on her back she was well-developed with long brown hair; large, erect and reddish brown nipples; and a wild bush of dark hair between her legs. She ran her fingers around her nipples and seemed to look directly at me. Her hand then ran down her sides and towards her hairy thatch. As her forefinger stroked the lips of her cunt I felt myself becoming erect. The cameras around my prick began to flash. Meanwhile, on the screen, the girl was pushing her finger deep into her cunt whilst still cupping her left breast. As she withdrew her sticky finger and put it to her mouth I felt my dick reaching bursting point – and still the cameras clicked.
I quickly glanced down and, not without some pride, noticed that my prick (that had originally only reached as far as the line numbered 10) had now passed a yellow line and was into the red coloured squares on 32. The foreskin was fully retracted and the end, a deep shiny purple, was literally shining in the bright lights.
Back on the screen a man had appeared and was standing between her legs with an enormous erection inches away from the lips of her now glistening cunt.
“Okay,” said the sergeant, “Turn it off.” The screen went blank and I was pulled back from the partition yelping as my now swollen balls and prick were forced back through the hole with me – the hood catching on the edge of the gap and scraping painfully along the most sensitive part of my penis.
“You think that hurt,” it was Carver again, “You ain’t felt anything yet!”
“W..w..what’s going to happen?” I stuttered. Once again I was totally ignored.
It was the sergeant who spoke next, “Right get it bagged and we’ll have him before the judge.”
Josie came over and bent down to my feet, blocking off my view of what she was doing, her hand lifted my right foot off the floor, replaced it and then did the same for my left. I felt a piece of cloth being pulled up my legs and realised she was dressing me. Before I had time to breathe a sigh of relief I saw that the “clothing” was little more than a black pouch – it barely covered my still swollen prick that was roughly pushed into the bag.
“Undo his elbows,” the Sergeant instructed. Josie moved behind me and I felt my arms being released. Suddenly I was free – my hand shot round to cover my privates.
“Huh,” said Carver, “Waste of time doing that – we’ve got all the pictures we need for the Judge. Bring him through.”
Josie pushed me towards a heavily locked door. As she produced a large bunch of keys I couldn’t help wondering what had happened to the lovely little girl I’d known – how had she turned into such a hard-faced sadistic cow?
Before I had time to consider the reasons I found myself pushed into a large courtroom. I was amazed to see that it was packed to the rafters with people. I was pushed through to what looked like a giant fish tank stood on end, which I was roughly forced into before the glass door sprang shut. The “tank” was slightly higher than the backs of the seats – so I was above the level of most people’s eyes and feeling very exposed. I kept my hands in front of my pouch.
“All rise,” intoned the clerk to the court – the judge was a red-haired, voluptuous lady in her 40s. She strode in and sat at the bench and everyone sat – except me as there was no seat in the “dock”. “The prisoner will raise his hands above his head.
It took me a second to realise he was talking about me. I lifted my hands and suddenly felt them pinioned above me – two sliding panels had shot across and held my wrists securely over me.
“You are male citizen, 0258223, of flat 125, George Street, Croydon.”
“Yes.”
“Speak up, man,” interjected the judge. “We need to hear you.”
“Yes,” I said louder.
“Yes, ma’am,” she instructed.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The clerk went on, “You are charged that on the 16th June 2008 you did, unlawfully, view pornography with a view to sexually arousing yourself and did then wilfully masturbate, contrary to the 2008 Purity Law subsection 22 paragraph 14 relating to Masturbatory and Pornography Rules: in which it is stated that “no person shall indulge in masturbatory techniques intended to result in a form of sexual gratification”; and “no person shall read, listen to, look at or in any way create, material that is of a pornographic nature.” How do you plead?”
“I, er, don’t understand….ma’am.”
The judge looked bored, “Were you wanking while looking at dirty pictures?”
“Er, yes.” A gasp shot round the court room.
“So you’re pleading guilty?”
“No, I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Let’s see the evidence.” She turned to Carver who had taken the witness stand. “Constable Carver – what have you got for us?”
“I apprehended the prisoner holding his erect penis in his hand and there were clear signs that he had been masturbating. I have pictures.” Photographs of my erection and the puddle of cum were flashed on a giant screen at the front of the courtroom.”
“And the pornography?”
Pictures taken from my computer screen were also shown – in each case small black squares had been placed over the nipples, cunts and pricks in the photos. Again the audience gasped and a mutter went around the room. These were followed by the pictures taken earlier of my prick rising against the scale.
“Silence,” the judge thundered. She then turned to me. “That was a rise from to 15 to 24 on the Escale and an angle difference from 45o to 91 o! What have you got to say for yourself? ”
“N..nothing, ma’am.” There was nothing I could say.
“In that case I find you guilty. As you are the first to be punished under the new law I feel that I need to be harsh – for your good and as a warning to other. I will not take the extreme case of castration – but will use all of the intermediate steps. You will be sentenced to the following punishments – First you will undergo Public Humiliation, then the Testicle Twist and Crush Torture – you will then have your penis placed in The Tube and be hanged by the testicles; after that you will be placed in The Iron Mask. Finally you will undergo Ordeal by Fire. This should serve as a lesson to you – and to all men.”
I was quickly bundled out of the courtroom and back into the Police station.
“Ooh,” said Josie, “this is going to be so much fun!”
“Wwwhat’s going to happen?” I finally asked.
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<b>Chapter 3 – Pain And Humiliation</b>
"Tomorrow," said Carver with smile on her face, "We'll put you on public display – that should be interesting because you'll be open to whatever any passers by might think of to amuse themselves. But first we have the Testicle Twist. As this is the first time it will be interesting to see what degree of rotation we can get."
My mind had been dwelling on the possibilities of how others would amuse themselves at my expense when I realised what she had just said. "Degree of rotation? I don't understand."
"There's a lot you don't understand, "said Josie as she put on a pair of heavy duty plastic gloves, "... but you soon will! Come over here!"
I was pushed by Carver towards a free standing wall with a hole – not dissimilar to the one through which I had been photographed. This time I would not be able to see what was happening the other side. Carver pushed me right up to the wall.
"Put you hands above your head," she instructed. Not knowing what else to do I raised my hands and felt them suddenly pinioned against the wall in some form of cuff – my hands were unmovable. "Spread!" she pushed my right ankle with her foot so I quickly understood what she wanted. This time my ankle was clipped into a leg-iron. "And the other."
As I stood with my legs spread apart, hands above my head, wearing only the flimsiest of pouches I wondered how it could be that, only an hour earlier, I'd been sat in the comfort of my own home "playing" on the computer.
"Now," Carver said to Josie, "This is more difficult part. I'll push and you pull."
"Okay." Josie disappeared out of sight behind the wall. Something cold was placed against my waist.
"You won't be needing this any longer," Carver said and, after a second's panic, I realised that she had cut the waistband on the pouch – now I was naked again.
Suddenly I felt my balls being grasped from behind. Was this what they were going to do – stand there and twist them? But she didn't twist – she squeezed until she was holding only one ball and then I felt it being forced through the hole I had seen. It only just fitted. I understood what she had said about pushing and pulling. Carver was thrusting my bollocks through the wall and Josie was pulling them from the other side. There was a feeling of relief when they completed the job and the only sensation I had in that region was that my balls felt very cold.
Josie re-appeared with a long clip, like an oversized hairgrip, in her hand. "I thought you'd like to see the Twister. I clip this onto you ball sac so your nuts are my side of the clip and the wall, and you are the other side. Then I twist it until I can't physically turn it any further. In theory I should manage at least 300 degrees of turn – but we shall see."
I felt a pinching sensation as she slid the clip trapping my balls the other side of the wall. At that moment a small aperture appeared in the wall level with my eyes and I could see through – but not downwards.
"This," Carver explained, "Is being recorded for News at Seven – look straight ahead and you'll see what will appear on television."
A screen came to life directly in line with my eyes. All I could see at that moment was the back of Josie's uniform. As she moved away I gasped – fully filling the screen was a picture of my pink floppy balls, held in place by a clip. The background (where I should have been) was a grid with the numbers 90o, 120o, 270o and 360o – they were arranged with the 90 at 12 o'clock, the 120 at 3 and so on. The clip pointed to the 360o mark.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," it was the Sergeant's voice, "0258223 will now undergo the first punishment for masturbation. Police Officer Josie White will turn his testicles, in multiples of 90o. Let the punishment commence."
At that I saw Josie's hand appear on the screen. She took hold of the clip and slowly turned in to the 90o mark. I couldn't help but yelp.
"Ninety degrees," intoned the Sergeant. "Again."
Josie's hand brushed against my nuts that felt super-sensitive in their current position. Once more, in spite of myself, I felt my dick swelling. The sensation disappeared almost immediately as she turned the clip to 120o.
"Argghh!" I yelled.
"One twenty degrees," intoned the Sergeant. "Again."
I had nowhere else to look other than the close up of my now purple and heavily veined balls. The hand appeared and yanked the clip to the 270o.
"Nooooooooooooooo! Please!" I screamed. The pain was incredible – it flet like my balls were being ripped off. Up to now a part of me had been secretly enjoying the attention and experience of being captured and shown off. Suddenly this pain meant I was beginning to regret my pastime in front of the computer.
"Two hundred and seventy degrees," intoned the Sergeant. "Again."
"No – no, more, please!" I begged.
"Again," repeated the Sergeant
I screamed wordlessly as I felt every one of the last ninety degrees of turn. I felt sure that I would see my balls burst on the screen. I tried pulling backwards but it only made matters worse as it tightened the hold that the clip had.
"Three hundred and sixty!" exclaimed the Sergeant – as if it were a darts score.
As I stood there I felt my knees trembling – I thought, 'If my knees give way I'll only be held up by the balls and that will hurt even more – I must stand up straight.'
Carver's face appeared in the screen in front of my tortured nuts. She had clearly learned the little speech that she then gave. "This should be a lesson to every man who thinks that his penis and testicles are a private playground. The Purity Laws will not tolerate the misuse, outside of procreation, of these organs. Failure to comply will result in this," she indicated my swollen bollocks, "and much worse – all of which 0258223 has yet to experience. Gentlemen – you have heard how he has suffered – feel it in your own testicles and be warned!"
With that the screen went blank and the sliding panel in front of my eyes shut. I felt more insecure than ever pinned against the wall with my balls firmly trapped the other side. With a sense of relief I felt the clip being turned back and then released – there was to be no more pain. My hand and ankle cuffs were quickly removed and I was pulled back from the wall.
"No, wait!" I said. It had taken a lot of manoeuvring, one ball at a time, to get them through the wall – they wouldn't both come back through at once. I was wrong. They did and the pain was excruciating!
As I was led across the room by Josie I put my hand down to rub my painful nuts.
"Leave them alone!" Carver yelled, "Unless you want some more of the Twister. How about 450 o?"
"No," my hands shot back up and were quickly pinioned behind my back. "I take it that that was my public humiliation?"
Josie's smile reappeared, "Oh no, that's where you're going now."
"G..going?" I asked.
"Well," said Carver, "You need the public for that, don't you?"
"Make sure that his hands are fastened," said the Sergeant. I felt someone pulling at the contraption that held my wrists together. "Okay, on with the board."
Carver came forward with a notice on stiff board (it looked light so it could have been balsa wood). It had a hole in the middle and on the front was written "I was caught wanking. Balls and prick will suffer." Arrows pointed to the hole.
She turned it, so that I could only see the back, and then grabbed my privates and pulled them through the hole. I was standing with this ridiculous board framing my dick and very sore balls.
"Do you know where the Police station is," asked the Sergeant.
"Er, yes."
"And you know where the High Street is?"
"Yes." I was puzzled by the sudden general knowledge questions.
"Benson's Department Store?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Because," said the Sergeant, "You will walk out of this station, to Benson's and that is where you will be on display. Do not wander from the obvious route as we will be watching on CCTV. This little device is called a Stinger," he produced a printed circuit the size of a postage stamp, "will be attached behind the board at the base of your dick. Fail to follow our instructions and you will feel a stabbing pain that will last for two seconds the first time; five the second, ten the third; and then will become constant if you disobey four times." He quickly taped the electronic device behind the board.
"Just to show you we'll demonstrate the two second burst," said Josie pressing a button a remote control handset.
"Ahhhh!" I yelled – it felt like someone had prodded my dick with a red-hot screwdriver – the pain flowed up to the very end and washed through my balls at the same time.
"Unfortunately your first stab will now be five seconds, as we can't reset it," said the Sergeant. "So do as your told or you'll get more from the Stinger."
"I'm sure, "Josie almost purred, "You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"No,"
"So," said the Sergeant, "Walk to Benson's." He pushed me towards a door that opened into a sunlit car park. "Off you go – we'll see you in a couple of hours." With that the door slammed shut behind me.
I stood for a moment – totally naked, with my hands tied behind my back and a notice attached to my penis and testicles – in a public car park with instructions to walk through the middle of town. I caught sight of a woman getting out of her car and my first reaction was to duck behind a nearby bush. I moved from out that bush faster than I'd moved in as I felt the intense pain of the Stinger for the next five seconds. By the time the pain had stopped I was halfway across the car park and desperate to get his whole experience over.
I walked through the streets towards the centre of town. It must have been about a mile and a half. Luckily the roads were not very busy at this point of the early afternoon – the strange thing was the very mixed reactions I got – most of the men simply looked the other way, as if embarrassed (though their embarrassment could not have been as great as mine!) It was the women who got me – older women gave me sidelong glances as if I were to be pitied. The younger women and girls, as young as early teens, were the most curious and the most antagonistic – particularly when they were in pairs or groups.
As I passed one group of three in their early twenties one called out, "Hey, call that thing a prick? It doesn't look worth wanking. Loser!" Her friends cackled with laughter.
I passed the Girls' High School – break was in progress – the yard was teeming with girls aged between 11 and 18. They had been standing about chatting until one spotted me.
"Look, girls, it's one of those sex people!"
"I can see his little willy!"
"What's 'wanking' mean, Miss?"
"It's something that dirty men do – and it's illegal. You need to take him as a warning, girls, men's lives are totally centred on those little giblets at the front."
"Is that what men stick in us, Miss?"
"Yes – now let's have you inside, girls. If you want to see more you'll have to go to the punishment point outside Benson's Department Store at the end of school."
I was more than pleased to have passed that spot. Then I saw Benson's ahead of me and the section of their outside wall from which four manacles hung and a large sign said "Sex Offender".
As I walked over to it one of the salesgirls came out of the shop – she was about twenty-one, had long blonde hair and a face and figure to die for. "0258223, over here. Turn round," fiddled with something behind my back and I felt my bonds fall off. I don't know what got into me, maybe the sudden freedom, maybe the sight of the wall in the middle of town – whatever it was I decided to make a run for it. I got about five metres before I felt the pain – it felt as if someone had taken a rusty, jagged bread knife, removed my prick and castrated me in one go and then stuck the knife where my privates had been. When I recovered from the shock and wiped the tears from my eyes I looked down, expecting to see a river of blood – but there was no physical damage caused.
"I believe the next one will be the constant pain," said the shopgirl in a matter-of-fact voice. "Now get over here and put your hands and feet where the manacles are."
I obeyed wordlessly and, within a few seconds, found myself spread-eagled against the side of the most popular store in town – wearing nothing but the notice board.
Within a few minutes a man of about my own age passed, "Hard luck mate!" Is what I think he said.
I was beginning to feel cold – a glance at my exposed privates showed them to shrinking to nothing. Almost an hour had passed and nothing had really happened: it suddenly struck me that this might not be too bad after all. How wrong can you be?
Three girls aged about seventeen or eighteen came round the corner – they were clearly on their way home from the High School.
"Look, Jenny – it's that pervert," exclaimed a fattish girl with short hair.
"Ah yes, Miss White said we should have some fun with him," said her giggly tall and pony-tailed neighbour who was smoking a cigarette.
"Are we allowed to?" asked their mousy-looking companion.
"Yes – it's part of him punishment that we can do as we like – so long as we don't draw blood," said the tallest, who, I noticed, seemed to be a bit too tall for the skirt she was wearing – I felt sure I could see her knickers.
"What shall we do?" asked the fatter one – she seemed to have a shirt that was two sizes too small and a bra that was not really up to the job. Folds of her tits spilt over the tops of her cups – clearly visible through the almost translucent and skin-tight blouse.
"I know, Lisa," said the mousey almost boyish looking one, "let's poke his thing." She moved right up to me. "Hey, mister, that's not much of a prick you've got, is it?"
I didn't say anything – I mean what could I say?
"I asked you a question!" A thought suddenly crossed her mind. "Would you like to see my friend's tits?" She pointed at the fat girl. "Susan, show him your boobs."
"What, these," she asked. Her hands went up to her chest and she ran them over the tops, round the clearly-visible nipples, underneath and then cupped them and gave them a little jiggle. "Big, aren't they?"
Dicks have minds of their own – mine saw the tits and started to rise.
"Ooh," said the tall girl, Lisa, "you've made his prick get bigger, Susan."
"Ah," said Susan, "would a peek at them help?" She unbuttoned a middle button on her blouse and I had a clear view of her undersized bra and the mounds of ripe flesh it was trying to contain. With a deft flick of her finger she'd released her left breast and it shot out of her shirt – the nipple pointed straight at me. "Woops," shr said as she started to replace it – but it was too late, my member had sprung to attention.
"You dirty bugger," said Lisa. "Jenny, he's gone all stiff and throbby."
"– and it's wet and slimy," said Susan.
"Just what I thought," said Jenny. She took a box of matches out of her pocket and placed one in the end of my dick with the phosphor about an inch from the end of my prick. "Let's sing happy birthday," she said and brought her lighted cigarette closer towards me.
"No, no!" I yelled as I could feel the heat of the cigarette near my shaft.
"Go on, Jenny!" yelled Susan and Lisa in unison.
She touched the end of the match and it flared.
"No, put it out!" I yelled. "Please!" I broke out into a cold sweat as I could feel the heat of the match burning towards me. I was so shocked I began to lose my erection and the match was dipping below my dick that made the flame burn brighter.
There was nothing I could do as the three girls danced around laughing and pointing. My earlier erection and excitement proved my salvation as the match suddenly slipped out and fell to the floor.
"Ah!" the three girls exclaimed in disappointment.
"Try it again, Jenny," said Susan. "Put your cigarette out on his balls."
"Noooo!" I shouted as she brought her lighted fag close to me again.
"Quick, you two – there's our bus!" yelled Lisa. All three turned tail and fled.
I was beginning to feel much colder when the shopgirl appeared again.
"Had a good time, pervert?" She caught sight of the match and cigarette end, "Someone's been busy. It's time you were going – I hear you're on the news tonight, I hope it hurt." As she leaned down to undo my ankles I had a sudden and very clear view of her perky breasts inside her shirt as they nestled in a black bra. She had to shake the manacles loose, causing her tits to swing left and right. As she stood up her head brushed against my rising prick. "Ooh," she said, "we don't learn, do we?"
With that she leaned over to my left hand and suddenly kneed me in the balls. The pain was excruciating – I felt as if I was about to be sick.
She undid my right hand and both my hands shot to hold my privates. "Behind your back!" she insisted. I placed my hands behind me, waited for them to be bound and then set off back for the police station – glad that that ordeal was over.
Little did I realise what was still in store.
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<B>Chapter 4 – in a tight spot</B>
On returning to the police station I was ushered into a small room that looked like a cell.
“Did you enjoy your time in town?” asked Josie. “Did you see lots of nice looking girls? I gather one of them wanted to show you her tits – but you were too tied up to do anything about it. Now, you know that you are in here because you were caught beating your meat. Obviously we don’t want you getting back into your old ways too soon.”
She produced what appeared to be a pair of pliers with about a five-inch nose to them. She removed my board and the electronic device and that made my balls sting again – they were still sore from the twisting they’d had and from the kneeing they’d taken from the shop girl.
She picked up a white tube that had a picture of an erect penis along the side (a little smaller than life-size). With the long nose pliers she grasped my foreskin and pulled it through the tube. It wasn’t uncomfortable, which rather surprised me, and I couldn’t really see the point of it – Josie enlightened me.
“This is the Purity Tube, it’ll cause no discomfort whilst your prick remains flaccid. An erection will constrict its movement considerably. You would be advised to think only pure thoughts!”
With that she left the room and I found myself alone for the first time since I’d been arrested. I had my hands tied behind my back and this tube was dangling and resting on my balls but causing no discomfort.
The room was bare – there was nowhere to sit – just a pot in one corner (I guessed its purpose) and a television screen in the top corner. I squatted in the corner and waited – something was bound to happened, and it did.
The tv screen came to life and showed footage of the evening news. “The first man to be arrested under the new Purity Laws,” read the pretty brunette newscaster, “was found guilty today of masturbating in front of a computer. The court took very little time in finding him guilty and he began the punishments immediately. Part of the court order is that these punishments be made public – therefore we show the first three elements of his sentence.”
The scene cut from her to a close up of the ball twister I had been subjected to.
“Prisoner 0258223 underwent the testicle twist in the police cells this afternoon. His testicles were place through an aperture and then clipped and turned.” The accompanying pictures showed the white box with my pink, hairy and floppy ball sac. A hand attached the clip and I winced as I watched them change colour through fiery red to purple as the clip was twisted. I heard my own yells as they were played back on the television and felt the burning pain all over again.
“Part two of his punishment was to walk to the city centre,” again footage was shown, “where he was tied for a couple of hours and some young girls amused themselves by attempting to set fire to his privates.”
As this was being shown my prick began to swell within the confines of the Tube. I glanced and saw that it was squeezing out of the end of the Tube and was beginning to ache. It was also making me feel randy – I could see the tip glistening with pre-cum. The pictures of the girls on screen playing with my prick were just too much. I grasped my dick, in its protective collar, and, in a few strokes felt myself about to cum. The Tube was tight enough to make the effort very easy.
“Prisoner 0258223 is currently being held in a cell and his next penalties will depend on his reaction to his programme.” Suddenly the picture changed to one that must have been coming from a number of different cameras hidden in the cell. One was a close up of the shiny knob of my dick in the process of being wanked.
“As we can all see – he has not learned his lesson – he is masturbating even as this programme is being shown. Has this man got no self-control? He will certainly wish that he had as his is introduced to this device.” I stopped tossing myself off and hardly noticed the stream of spunk running over my hand as I looked at the bizarre contraption about six inches long with ugly wires running from one end to the other – they joined at one end and were vaguely in the shape of a penis. “This is the Cage – and he is about to be introduced to it. More on this story later. Other news…” The tv screen went blank.
At the same moment the door opened and Josie entered carrying the contraption they had called the Cage and Carver holding a two pound weight and a table about the size of a hall-stand. “Stand up!” Carver ordered. “Hands behind your back.”
I got to my feet and reluctantly did as she had said. Reluctantly because it meant that my erect prick was standing out in front of me trapped in its white Tube the end dripping with cum.
“You are disgusting,” Josie hissed. “Look at you – wanking yourself off at the drop of a hat. Well the Cage will stop that game. But first you must be punished for wanking. Hands behind on this table.”
My hands were pinioned in place one either side of the table and then a tape was passed round my middle holding my prick up against my stomach – I felt the wet stickiness of my spunk as it pressed against my belly. The height of the table was such that my balls sat on the table.
“Open your mouth,” Carver ordered. In surprise I did and a chain was placed between my teeth. “Now bite this like your life depends on it.” I wondered what what going on. Suddenly I felt the chain in mouth becoming very heavy.
“You are holding a two pound weight between your teeth,” Josie explained. “it is poised directly in line with your balls, so when you let go it will land on them.”
“She says “when” because there is no “if” about it, as you will stay there until it has been dropped,” Carver explained.
I looked down and saw the two pound weight dangling about four inches above my bollocks – there was no way I could move them and I could lean down no further. I broke out into a sweat and my jaw began to tremble which made holding the weight even more difficult.
“Your best bet,” said Josie in her most seductive voice, “Is to let go as soon as possible and get it over and done with. On the other hand you could stand there all night and the fear would increase with every minute.”
There was nothing I could do. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. A millisecond later the world exploded and I screamed.
I looked down, expecting to see a mess of blood – there was nothing to see except the weight sitting on my throbbing testicles. Clearly this was a punishment that was more to do with psychology than real harm.
“Did you enjoy that?” Carver asked Josie.
“You bet I did. Can we do it again?”
“Only if he decides to wank himself off again.” Carver undid my hands as Josie removed the weight. Not for the first time my hands went to my privates. “Stand against the wall.”
I stood with my back to the wall as Carver left the room with her little table and weight.
The shock had been enough for my sticky prick to shrink back inside the Tube like a snail retreating into its shell.
Josie knelt in front of my, her face only inches from me. From this angle I could see into her open blouse and had a full view of her round pink tits nestling in her white lacy bra. I could also see that her nipples were standing out and causing the fabric of her shirt to stretch. In spite of my pain this was enough to start me rising again.
She had plastic gloves on and grasped the Tube and both pulled and twisted at the same time. Luckily I had not swollen to my full stature and the cum helped to lubricate it – nonetheless the removal of the Tube was like having a Chinese burn on my cock.
“Oh don’t be such a wimp.” She ran one finger from the top to the tip of my prick. “I bet you like that, don’t you? I said don’t you?”
“Er, yes.” I didn’t know what to say. I realised that I could not trust Josie. Even as her finger ran round the end of my knob and chucked me under the freman I began to worry even more.
“Open your legs.” As I did she put her hand under my balls, as if she was weighing them. After the pain of the weight even touching them was painful.
“Aaargghh!” I screamed. I as so taken by the pain that I hardly noticed what she was doing next until she stepped back. I looked down and saw that my dick was encased in a kind of cage – short enough whilst I was flaccid (the ball-squeezing had seen to that) – anchored into place by a red strap fastened around the stem of my prick and the top of my ball sac – it was locked in place by a small padlock.
“Right, try wanking with that on! I’ve got to test it for size and tightness – so don’t misunderstand what I’m about to do.” With that she started to unbutton her blouse. Her breasts came into view looking like two large eggs in egg cups. In one deft movement she had her tits out over the top and I saw the dark brown nipples standing tall. With her left hand she caressed her left nipple whilst her right hand dived below her belt and it did not take a genius to work out that she was fingering her herself.
“Would you like to put your prick into my soft wet cunt?” she asked.
Stupid question – it reacted like a race had been started. Then I found out what it was all about. The inside of the Cage wasn’t smooth (like the Tube) – it was made of strong wires which dug into the shaft of my penis as it tried to grow. The head hit against the end wiring and dug into the skin as my erection could move no further.
If the Tube ached the Cage was painful. My hands shot down to pull it off – but the restraining strap prevented even a millimetre of movement as it pulled against my badly bruised balls.
“Does it hurt?” Josie was fully dressed again, she’d done her job. “Good. Well think on this – in about half an hour someone will come in through that door and lead you to the gallows where you will be attached to a noose…by the balls. And that may be enough to pull them off. So enjoy, while you can.”
With that she whirled round and left the room. I was alone with my thoughts, a painful erection that wouldn’t go away, and a terror of what was yet to come.
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<B>Chapter 5 – Wrenched</B>
I was not alone for more than half an hour when the door opened and all three of them, Josie, Carver and the Sergeant, entered.
“Stand up,” commanded the Sergeant. “Carver, check that his testicles are ready for hanging.”
Carver walked up to me, her face a few millimetres away from mine, I could feel her peppermint breath on my face. She gave the slightest of smiles and I felt her hand, quite gently, run up my thigh and then gently cup each sore ball in turn. She gave each a slight squeeze without taking her eyes off my face. “Oh yes,” she said, so quietly I thought she was talking to me, “They’ll do very nicely.”
She turned away so suddenly it made me jump – but the effect of her proximity had had the painful effect of making my cock swell even more within the confines of the uncomfortable Cage. I could feel the end of my prick forcing itself against the end bars of the contraption. Unfortunately the sensation served to increase my erection within its straitjacket.
“Gets his hands behind him,” instructed the Sergeant – Josie had them fastened together before I realised what was going on. “Right, take him out.”
“Wh…where am I going?” I stuttered.
“To the gallows, but you’ll be back,” he replied.
“This is one hanging that won’t kill,” Carver added as she walked towards me carrying a short chain. She attached it to one of the rings at the end of the Cage. A second chain was attached to a similar ring at the base of my prick. “Follow me, she said and tugged on the first chain.
I had no choice as it pulled the Cage tighter round my prick and could not slip off as it was firmly anchored around my balls.
“You might wish it had killed you, though,” Josie added as we left the cell.
I was led, by my prick along corridors and up and down staircases until I had lost all sense of direction. Carver set off at a pace and I had to nearly run to keep up with her. I fell heavily against the banisters at one point but managed to right myself. Shortly after that I slipped and fell to the ground. Carver showed no interest – she simply pulled on the chain until I had clambered back to my feet.
We went through a final black door and I found myself in a room not unlike a court of law. On the raised platform where the judge might have sat was a black metal frame with cross bars at waist height. One of the bars had a large lead weight attached with a heavy knot. The rest of the room was packed with people – most of them women ranging from late teens to grandmothers. They were in a state of high excitement that changed to a hush as they realised that I had been brought in. I realised, initially with some relief, that they weren’t all looking at me – until I saw that, to either side of the raised platform, were large tv screens displaying a close-up of my imprisoned penis.
I was taken over to the frame – may hands were untied and re-fastened to the top one of the three bars. The chain attached to end of my Cage was fastened to a second chain that went up to the ceiling. A second chain was fastened to the one that had dangled from near my balls on the Cage. Carver walked over to a winding handle on the wall and turned it which pulled the chains tight until I was standing on tip toe – being pulled up by the prick – the women cheered.
“Ladies,” Josie spoke in a clear, practiced voice, “You are here today to witness the legal penalty being paid by 0258223 for masturbating – not only in his own room, but also here in the Police cells.”
There was a gasp from around the room – I thought it sounded like one of anticipation. A woman on the third row – about 35, long raven-black hair wearing a white top that was two sizes to small for her – caught my eye. I don’t understand how I could seem to see one person amongst so many but she seemed to leap out of the room at me. The woman smiled as if she knew that I was looking directly at her.
“He has suffered the testicle twist, public humiliation and the Tube. For his recent behaviour he has been placed in the Cage – it is designed to bend his penis unnaturally. If he becomes erect it will bite into the tissue of his penis and will cause bruising. The Cage will increase the pain involved in the forthcoming testicle suspension.”
Carver was walking across with a thin rope – the end tied in noose.
“This noose,” Josie continued, “will be placed around his testicles and attached to this seven pound weight…” A gasp went round the room and my eyes nearly fell out when I saw the size of the weight and realised what they were going to do. “..it will then be dropped – causing the noose to tighten around his testicles and excrutiating pain.”
The women cheered – raven-hair continued to look straight at me with the little smile playing on her lips.
I tried to concentrate on her face so that I wouldn’t think about what was happening – but that is not easy when you are standing on tip toe being wrenched upwards by your dick and knowing that your balls about to undergo the kind of pain you have never even dreamt of.
“The noose,” Josie was still talking, “is placed around the sac, so.” I felt a tightening around by bollocks a a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. “I then show the prisoner the weight.”
I couldn’t avoid seeing it – she held it in front of my face.
“The rope is then placed between his teeth, the clever part of this punishment,” she explained, “is that there is an element of suspension…” Gales of laughter swept around the packed room at her pun and she paused. “There is an element of suspension in that he will not know when the pain will come – because it will happen when he lets go.” She turned to me. “Open your mouth!”
I kept my mouth firmly closed.
“If you don’t I will hold the weight above your head and drop it from that height,” she warned me. My mouth shot open. “Right, bite.”
I bit into the rope and took the strain of the half pound weight. I thought for about ten seconds that I could cheat them – I could cope with this for hours. Then Carver gave the handle on the wall another turn – I was standing on the very tips of my toes. Sweat started to pour off my face – it ran down to my mouth making the holding of the weight even more difficult.
Carver gave another jerk on the handle and I felt the rope slipping from my mouth. I f I let get it would surely take my balls with it. My legs were trembling with the effort of holding me up.
She jerked the rope once more and I yelled with pain. Too late I realised I’d let go of the rope.
The next few seconds appeared to occur in slow motion. First there were the few seconds in which it plummeted past my balls – I had time to watch if fall.
Then it reached the end of its rope and the noose slipped tight as my bollocks took the full weight – the weight was kept up by the small piece of skin containing my balls.
“Arrrrgggghhhhhh!” I closed my eyes and screamed – the women cheered. I felt sure that my testicles would not stand the strain. I looked again and saw that they had been squeezed to the size of one golf ball – they were purple and shone in the glare of the lights.
And the pain was constant.
Carver walked over – I was only vaguely aware. I felt sick. I stared at the black haired woman. For a moment the girl in front of her leaned to one side to say something in her neighbour’s ear and I saw that “my” woman had her hand in her trousers – she was getting off to this!
Carver stood directly in front of me. “Does that hurt?” she whispered.
I nodded dumbly.
“Let me help – maybe you’ve suffered enough,” she lifted the weight and I felt the sudden relief as my knackers were no longer being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste. She brought the weight right up to my face. “Let’s try again.” With that she thrust the end of the rope in my mouth. I bit as hard as I could.
They say that fear of the unknown is the greatest fear – but fear of the known can be even greater. I knew what would happen if I let go – I knew what it would feel like to have my balls nearly wrenched off and I was terrified.
Carver moved away and a great cheer went up when the women saw what she had done: they were going to get a re-run. I felt that I could hold on for a very long time this time – I had to. I concentrated on the woman in the crowd – now that I had seen what she was doing the looks on her face made more sense. She was clearly concentrating – her eyes closing from time-to-time. Then her face screwed up and I knew she was cumming. Her hand came to her face – simultaneously as she put her clearly sopping fingers into her mouth her eyes re-opened as wide as she could and she grinned.
I don’t know why, but the effect was too much – I let go.
This time I screamed before I felt the rush of fire to my balls – I’m not sure if I didn’t pass out. The chains above me were released – that ought to have made the pain less –it didn’t because, as I sank from my toes to my feet my balls caught on the bar giving the weight another impetus not helped by my bollocks being suddenly lashed by the two falling chains.
Thankfully the weight was removed.
“Ladies,” Josie announced, “This ends this demonstration of what will happen to those who fail to keep the Purity Laws. The Cage will be retained in order to prevent him from masturbating – even if he is capable. He will be returned to his cell to await the final punishment.”
“There’s more?” I managed to splutter as my hands were being re-tied behind my back.
“Oh, yes,” said Carver, “the best is kept ‘till last. You’d better take a good look at that pathetic collection of bits of skin – you have the Ordeal by Fire to undergo.”
“Fire?”
“Fire.”
With that I was led back to my cell.
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<B>Chapter 6 – An encounter in the night</B>
I sat in the cell with my hands tied behind my back – my balls were aching from the hangings that they had undergone. My prick was sore from its imprisonment within the barbaric Cage – although it had withered to nothing I could feel that it was bruised by the rough metal inside.
I must have slept – for it was dark when I woke and realised that I could hear someone in the cell.
“Who is it? What are you doing?” I asked.
“Shhh!” came a quiet voice. A small torch suddenly blinded me as it shone in my eyes – I had no idea who was holding it. The beam dropped to my privates.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“Shh! Do you want to wake everyone?” The whisper was so quiet I could only tell it was a female voice.
“What are you going to do?”
“Make you comfortable. This may be your last opportunity.”
“Last opportunity for what?”
“Stop talking or I’ll go.” By now the torch had been put down, I could make out only the dark figure of a woman with long hair – it could have been any colour – it could have been anyone. It could have been Josie, or raven-hair – or anyone. I somehow had the feeling that it was raven-hair and the thought made my weary member begin to stir.
Soft hands brushed my balls and I felt the catch on the Cage being unlocked. The relief as, firstly, my balls were released, and secondly my dick was eased out of the contraption was immense. It was nothing to feelings that were to follow.
She gently ran her fingers around my balls and traced the line of my growing shaft from roots to tip. All the while I was helpless as my hands were still tied.
Her hands felt cool and were soothing – but, at the same time, causing a fire to burn in my loins. Slowly she ran her hand up and down my now fully erect penis – her strokes were deliberate and long. Her other hand cupped and uncapped my balls – occasionally I was reminded of the damage done by the hanging but other feelings were beginning to take over.
All of a sudden she stopped – she began to move and I though she was leaving. It soon became apparent that she was doing other things. She shuffled me away from the wall that I had been leaning against and helped me to lie on my back. I had to get my hands in a position where they weren’t digging into my back. She moved way and I felt like a submarine – lying there with only my prick standing up like some kind of periscope. What was she doing? I still couldn’t see as she’d switched off the torch.
I soon found out as I felt her hair brushing my face (I could picture her dark tresses from earlier in the day) – travelling down my body. She was straddling me moving towards the 69 position. I felt two soft and floppy breasts drag themselves down my face – it would have taken a stronger man than I not to catch a nipple as it passed, roll it round my tongue, and give it a good suck before it continued on its journey southwards.
As her breasts dragged slowly across my chest I became aware of the musty smell of her sex approaching my face, followed by the tickle of her pubic hair as it slowly moved down my nose and finally came to rest on my mouth. Again I had a mental picture of her earlier in the day with her fingers in this very place as she had stood amongst all those other women.
My tongue hungrily found her cunt and hunted out her clit. Having found my mark I spent some time sucking and licking her “third nipple” and the lips of her vagina – which was wet with her own juices.
Meanwhile her mouth had reached my cock and she was running her tongue around its tip in an infuriating way – I wanted her to take the whole thing in her mouth. She preferred to lick up and down the shaft and then take one ball at a time in her mouth and suck it like a boiled sweet. The coolness of her saliva soothed the pains I’d suffered during the day. Eventually she did take my prick into her mouth and I answered her movements with flicks of my tongue and sucking round her cunt and clit.
She clearly enjoyed the effect as she tensed and released her own orgasms over and over again.
This mutual mouth masturbation continued for what seemed like hours. – until I felt that tingling sensation building in the pit of my stomach and moving to my balls.
It was a matter of moments before I started bucking like a mad horse and cumming into her ever-active mouth. I was in heaven.
And then it stopped.
She was off me, dressing and leaving the cell without a word.
I lay there, exhausted, satiated, confused and, after a sudden panic, terrified.
The raven-haired woman hadn’t replaced the Cage (there was no way it could be replaced in my present condition!). What would happen when it was discovered that I’d somehow got out? My cock began to shrink at the thought and the damp patches on my face and groin from each other’s juices simply felt cold.
I spent the rest of the night in despair.
When morning came it was Josie who came into the cell – her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and had with her a cup of water.
“Breakfast,” she said. “Sit up and drink this.”
She pulled me up to a sitting position and put the cup to my lips. I could barely drink (though I was thirst – the only liquid intake I’d had was the girl’s cum from last night). I was waiting for her to notice.
It was a matter of seconds before she glanced down.
“Fuck!” she said. “Did I forget to put that back?” She moved quickly to the door, pushed it to, returned to me and, in a few deft movements replaced the Cage before returning to open the door.
When she returned with the drink, “That was close.”
Call me dim, but it was only gradually that I realised that last night’s visitor had not been the raven-haired woman.
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<b>Chapter 7 – A Burning Ambition</b>
"A word to the wise," Josie whispered, "Even think of commenting on last night and we'll do a thorough investigation which will show that you're covered in your own cum – again. That will carry the maximum penalty." She drew her finger across her throat and pointed to my newly re-caged genitalia. "What's more – I'll be the one to give you the unkindest cut of all."
"B..but, last night..."
"Last night was last night. Today I've got a job to do – it's the ordeal by fire," she sniggered, "You could say that last night you had an old flame and today your getting a much hotter one. Right, up you get."
She reached down for the chain attached to my Cage and pulled hard – I had no alternative but to scramble as best I could to my feet.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Out to the Ordeal By Fire," she smiled. "And you'll be able to think of my cooling mouth as the flames get nearer."
I was taken to the large room that had been where my balls had undergone the violent twisting.
The Sergeant was busy setting up some contraption near a table whilst Carver was bringing a large candle across.
"Is he ready?" the Sergeant asked.
"Yes," said Josie.
Carver looked up. "You're losing your way, Josie – he's still in the Cage. The heat won't get through that."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot," she knelt down in front of me and undid the ball strap before pulling off the Cage whilst the other two got on with what they were doing.
I couldn't help it, the memory of last night was too clear and her face too close to my cock. I thrust my hips forward and felt her face against my swelling member. Her mouth opened wide and for a moment I thought she was going to suck my dick again.
It was only for a moment – because, instead of the soft sensation of her lips and tongue I felt her teeth bite hard just behind the hood of my penis. I yelped as she drew back.
"Problems with the Cage catching on his prick," Josie said quickly. It was enough to soften my ardour.
Within moments she had produced the long nose pincers I'd seen before and the Tube. The Tube had now been taped to a flat board which was about three inches longer and two inches wider on each side. She deftly slipped the Tube over the pincers, grasped my foreskin with them and drew my cock into the Tube and out the other end.
"Over here," Carver ordered stepping away from the bench that she had been working at. I walked, with some difficulty over to her to see a metallic framework made up of a series of vices on the edge of the bench. Just beyond it was a platform, about eight inches high and above that a very large, unlit candle.
"Undo his hands," the Sergeant instructed Josie. She quickly unfastened them, but as quickly the Sergeant and Carver took one wrist each and had it attached to poles at each end of the bench at about shoulder level. I was standing, as if crucified, with my genitals up against the bench – I could not move back because my wrists were held out too far at each side of me.
The Tube (containing my cock) was rested on the small platform and clipped into place. Tape that I took to be the new Super tape (looks like old fashioned Sellotape but could hold a man's weight and is virtually indestructible) attached the Tube to the platform so that I could not move.
I could not see the purpose of this contraption – the candle was only a few inches above the Tube, and I could see that it would drip just beyond the end of the Tube. But in my present state (cold-water small) it would have no effect on my two inch penis safely ensconced in the Tube.
"Now," explained Carver. "The Ordeal by Fire works in two ways – it is a Psychological re-programming Punishment. This candle is no ordinary candle – it burns very slowly and melts at a much higher temperature than conventional candles – so the wax is about 98°C – touching it is the same as touching a boiling kettle. In the same way that mice are trained to react certain stimuli so too will you be. You will be shown your own collection of pornographic material. If you are aroused by it you will suffer the pain of red hot wax.
"If the first wax," she continued, "Does not cause you to shrink and take no further interest further waxing will cause permanent damage so that you genitalia will no longer be usable."
Josie chimed it, "So you'll never be able to wank or fuck again."
Carver looked irritated at the interruption. "Thank you. All you have to do is remain in control and you will suffer nothing."
The lights dimmed and two television screens lit up. One (about eye level) showed a close up of the candle and the Tube – the other (in line with the end of my dick) was, as yet, a white screen.
"Light it," instructed the Sergeant, "Let's here this boy squeal."
Carver leaned over and lit the candle – I could feel the heat on my stomach – it felt like standing next to a ring on a gas cooker. The first dollop of wax splatted onto the board, it landed about an inch in front of the end of the Tube.
'This is easy,' I thought, 'all I have to do is think about blue skies and green hills and this will be a breeze.'
Not for the first time since I'd been arrested, I was wrong.
The second screen lit up. It showed a schoolroom and a fresh-faced girl who could have been under 18. She was wearing a blazer, tie, white shirt, pleated skirt and long white socks – the shirt was clearly at least two sizes too small for her voluptuous breasts. They had done their homework – they knew exactly which of my buttons to press.
I could not take my eyes off the screen.
She moved towards the screen and said, "Gosh, it's hot in here." She took off her blazer – the outline of her frilly bra beneath her shirt was perfectly visible – as were her straining nipples. With her forefinger she absent-mindedly touched her collar bone and then gradually dragged her finger over the top of her left breast as far as the nipple. Her finger ran round the large lump in her shirt and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
I was suddenly aware of a constriction in my penis. With horror I realised that it was growing within the Tube. I realised that if I continued to get excited the hot wax would scald me – but the pictures were still going on...
The schoolgirl had started to slowly unbuttoned the shirt revealing her lacy bra and its swelling load of tits. Within a few seconds she had the shirt open and was massaging her breasts within the bra.
"You want to see more?" she spoke directly to the camera and appeared to be looking into my eyes. I licked my lips and nodded soundlessly. A quick glance at the Tube showed that my prick had not appeared at the end near the dripping wax – there was a good half inch between the end of the Tube and the small pile of wax. I felt safe.
The girl on screen had slid her hands inside the cups of her bra and was removing her breasts. They were milky white with a light pink aureoles the size of an old English penny. Her hand movements caused the tops of her breasts to shudder as she massaged herself – the tension in the Tube became greater, but, I thought, was still well within the bounds of safety.
Leaving her left breast out of her bra she slipped off the blazer and loosened her tie – once the knot was down to her third button she left it and then shrugged off her shirt and bra leaving only her tie dangling between her tits. Her hand then moved down to her blue pleated skirt and slowly lifted the hem so that it revealed her creamy thighs. As she reached her waist I saw her frilly white knickers – a thumb in each side and they were pulled down – but her skirt came with them. I could only hope that she would raise it again so that I could feast my eyes on her secret garden – would it be closely manicured or a tangle of thick pubic hair?
Her hands returned and lifter her skirt once more – now the end of her tie was all that hid her privates from view. She slowly rubbed her forefinger on the end of her tie as it lay over her cunt – she moved it up and down rhythmically and I found myself moving in the same way.
The camera closed up on her crotch, I could see that the end of her tie was getting damp and that she was au naturelle when it came to hirsuteness. Springs of black hair sprouted to either side of the tie – I found myself moving to one side to see around the tie when she began to slowly lift it revealing her shiny pink lips.
"Arggghh!" I screamed as the hot wax hit the end of my prick. It was like someone sticking a knife right in the helmet of my dick.
"Who's a naughty boy?" Josie admonished. "Remember the effects of one splash will only last a few days – two splashes will last weeks – and either three or four splashes will result in permanent damage."
That was enough – my interest in the girl on screen vanished immediately. I thought, 'There's nothing they can do to make that happen again.'
It took a few minutes for my eyes to stop watering and for me to regain my composure. My prick's retreat into the Tube had offered some relief from the immediate pain – but it still stung like hell.
As my eyes cleared I became aware of a warm feeling around my balls – a glance down showed that the Sergeant was standing behind me and had put his hand between my legs from where he was gently massaging my balls. Now, I'm not homophobic, but neither am I a great lover of homosexuals – but the feeling was pleasant. At the same time Carver stood on my right and was whispering in my ear:
"Just imagine sliding your long dick into my wet cunt. Think of burying your face between my tits and then sucking each of my nipples in turn. As they get hard you'd feel my warm juices surrounding your cock as it throbs deep inside my cunt..."
I didn't hear all of what she said because Josie had started in my left ear, "Did you enjoy last night? I did – I haven't brushed my teeth this morning and I can still taste your cum in my mouth. It was so warm and tangy – like thick seawater. Can you remember what my pussy tasted like as it engulfed your face? Remember the taste of my cunt's lips as you bit them..."
On the screen was a constantly changing array of photographs of breasts, nipples, penises, balls, and couples in varying degrees of copulation.
The effect of the hand, the voices and pictures was enough to set me off to wards the biggest hard-on I'd had it years. It was like swimming in sex. I could feel that I was about to cum as I'd never cum before when the voices stopped; the pictures disappeared; the hand was withdrawn; and, too late, I saw the giant globule of wax hit the end of my dick. If I hadn't cum at that moment I think I'd have been permanently damaged – luckily the creamy liquid doused the heat of the wax – but the point had been made and I withered once more.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," said carver shaking her head. "have you seen what he's done?"
"Oh, tut, tut," said the Sergeant.
"We have been a naughty boy, haven't we?" asked Josie.
All three were looking at the puddle of cum amongst the hot wax.
"And at the last minute too," Carver shook her head.
"Well we all know what happens now, don't we?" enquired the Sergeant.
"What?" I demanded. "What are you going to do?"
"We're going to release you," explained Josie.
"Thank God," I let out an enormous sigh.
"But only after you've had that thing sorted out," Carver nodded towards my privates as the Sergeant put out the candle.
"S..sorted out?"
"We've got to make sure that there is no repetition of today's mess."
"We can't just let you go and have you wanking all over the place again," explained Josie.
"I..I won't. I promise."
"You won't be able to," Josie explained. "You'll have it in the Trap."
"Trap?"
"Like the Cage – but different in two major respects," explained the Sergeant.
"One," said Carver, "Is that there is no room for an erection – it's designed to prevent it."
"And two," Josie chimed in, "is that it is permanent. And I mean permanent."
The Sergeant walked to the corner of the room and brought out the Trap – carrying it like a cup containing the Holy sacrament. It was about three inches long and appeared to be made of chain and wire. With a black and green inner to it.
I was quickly unstrapped from the vice and my prick was pulled into the tube of the Trap. My balls were then belted into place and a chain from the end of the Trap was wrapped around the top of my left thigh pulling the contraption tight and effectively tying my prick to the top of my leg.
"This will prevent it from growing and there is no way that you will be able to masturbate whilst wearing it," explained carver.
"Nor will anyone else be able to provide it with any kind of stimulation," Josie explained. "And if you try to undo this ball clamp, or any other part of the Trap, it sends message through to us."
"And next time, "Carver added, "It's.." she drew her finger across her throat, "...for the lot."
"You'll have to learn how to piss round corners," the Sergeant explained, "You've made you last use of an urinal."
"Youwon't even be able to sit like the rest of us," Carver added.
"It doesn't matter how much you fiddle with this – it won't come off."
"Right" said the Sergeant undoing my hands and offering me my shirt. "Unfortunately you left your trousers at home so you'll have to manage without them. Off you go."
With an unceremonious shove I found myself, once more, in the bright car park – this time wearing only a shirt which did not properly cover my heavily chained privates.
As I walked back to my flat, amidst the stares of passers-by, I couldn't help wondering how I was going to get out of this latter-day chastity belt.
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I chuckled to myself as I heard gasps erupting from Lyra's mouth behind me -- it was like music to my ears. I had just wished that it my doing that she was gasping in delight -- it wasn't. I sighed deflatingly as I pulled the reigns of Xides -- familiar (which was a flame dragon by nature) as I pulled him to the side as we started our descent towards the Hallowed Court.
I gripped the leather reigns as I started to see the blurry figures come into view -- it was him. I gritted my teeth as I started to see the face I wished never to see again. It was the Hallowed Courts new Elder, Bane Ambrosia. I moved one hand of the leather reigns as I gripped Lyra's hands that were still wrapped around my midsection.
I gript her hands ever so tightly in my hand as we were nearing the entrance to the court. I closed my eyes for a moment as I tried to calm my flames which were slowly exiting my body. I breathed slow, deep breathes -- I calmed down as I patted Lyra's hands. That always calmed me down. I smiled briefly seeing that we had stopped flying and were now situated on the dark, ambered floor of the Hallowed Court. I grew irritated.
I grew disappointed as I felt Lyra unravel her arms from my waist, I quickly jumped of my familiar as I walked to her side opening my hand for her to take. I smirked as she took it, gripping it as she eased herself down of my familiar and onto the dark pavement.
My smirk soon depleted once I heard that voice, "Ah, Obitus. What do I owe this unwelcomed visit?" I gritted my teeth as I could heard the smirk in his voice without even having to turn around.
I spun around gracefully feeling my bright, flame gown fly around me as I crossed my arms over my chest. I proudly looked at him lifting an eyebrow as I spoke, "Hello Vampire. Unpleasant to see you but what could I do?" I shrugged towards him not even giving him time to answer as I turned away to face Lyra.
I cupped her face as I bent down to her level to hug her -- I hugged her tightly, smiling as I heard her giggle from the comfort of my neck. I gript her tighter as I whispered against her ear softly, "I want to see you in my Court as soon as your done. Yes?" I demanded as I placed a sweet kiss on her neck.
I smirked as she shivered in return, but I was more overjoyed to see her blushed face snuggled deeper into the confides of my gown. I chuckled as I patted her hair with one hand while the other one rested against her hip, I licked at her neck speaking softly against her pale skin," Answer me, beautiful. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you." I growled against her skin as I nipped it.
I felt her hands as they gripped my yellow gown, I smirked upon hearing her response, "Okay Obitus." I smiled as I grabbed her face kissing her cheek one last time.
I stood up as I brought Lyra back into my arms hugging her tightly. I spun us around so that I was in direct eyeline to Bane who snarled his teeth at me. I laughed loudly as I kissed the top of her forehead making direct eye contact with Bane Ambrosia who started walking over to us in a cloud of anger.
I smiled innocently as I pulled away from Lyra's beautiful form, I stepped away as I mounted my familiar getting ready to take off. I turned my head seeing Lyra as she was being led away by Bane who had a thigh hold on her shoulder. I gritted my teeth but turned away and slapped the reigns against my familiar, "FLY!" I shouted with rage.
Me and my familiar ascended to the sky as my flames sparked the clouds which evaporated as a result. I was too enraged -- She was mine. Bane knew this, hell every elder knew she was betrothed to me. But he still insisted on making me angry every chance he got, "AREUS!" I spoke as my flames roared with anger as they flew up to the depths of the sky as they exploded creating a dark mist.
I slapped the reigns harder feeling the wind pick up my robe and gown. It was freeing feeling the wind on my long white hair.
Hearing the amused roar of my familiar as it rode the wind road. It was thrilling my mood had been uplifted. I weaved my hand through the wind passageway as we rode through its barrier.
I chuckled as I saw my fire sprites riding the wind road above and below me. I smirked as I spoke to them, "Who said you could follow me, hmm?" I raised an eyebrow as I pulled the reigns up slowing Xides to a slow walk.
I watched as the fire sprites tumbled down from the wind road as they fell on my gown. I continued staring at them with a questionable look. "Well?" I beckoned.
I watched as they lowered their heads to me shivering, I sighed, "Well?"
One of the fire sprites I knew all too well speak up first, "We -- We missed you Elder. Plus, we wanted to see what the Hallowed Court looked like..." The fire sprite drawled out looking at me with admiration.
I wracked a hand through my long hair as I looked at all five of them, "I'm guessing you four followed Copper?" I questioned to the other four who were bowing their heads even lower than Copper was (as he was staring right at me with shimmering eyes).
They nodded their heads towards me sombrely. I laughed, "That's quite alright come on." I tapped their heads gently watching as they raised their red faces to me.
I smiled gently at them as I saw their faces giggle. I smiled gently tapping them onto their feet as they began to fly around me blowing smoke and creating little dragons with their magic. I chuckled as I felt a little hand tap my knee, I looked down seeing that it was the one and only Copper.
I raised an eyebrow in question, "What is it now Copper?" I watched as a blush coated his already red-hot face.
I saw him smirk as he flew closer to my face, I groaned, "Copper," I growled in warning.
It was too late Copper fly straight into my face nearly knocking me off Xides who growled out a warning. I groaned but that soon turned into a fit of laughs as I couldn't deny that I truly loved these sprites I had rescued. I continued to laugh merrily as I stretched my legs out, laying on Xides.
"Fly slowly, Xides. I will tell you when to pick up speed." I spoke with authority to Xides who puffed out some smoke as a response.
I laid down throwing my arms under my head as I basked in the summer sun streaming down on me. I sighed -- this was heaven. If only Lyra was here next to me, but I closed my eyes shutting down that very thought entirely.
My eyes closed on their own as I was pulled away from this realm to another realm. A realm where there was fire and loads of it. A place where I saved the very sprites who adored me.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
The next morning was better. Liza had hand-washed the panties she had borrowed (including her roommate's). She folded them neatly and returned them with thanks to Amy and Robin during their home-room hour.
The morning Uniform Inspection went smoothly, though one young woman failed for having dirty fingernails. The Headmaster assigned her to help wash the dishes after dinner that night - a fairly mild punishment, all things considered.
On Tuesdays, her first class was Art. It was her favorite subject in middle school, and she was looking forward to it - not least because Jen would be in the class, too. Sister Anne was the teacher. She was much younger than Sister Mary and seemed a lot friendlier too.
She didn't waste any time - she explained that the girls would be using watercolors to paint a still life: a large bowl of fruit. She even allowed the girls to chat quietly while she walked around, offering suggestions as she inspected their efforts.
But when Sister Anne left the classroom for a minute, Jennifer decided to have some fun. She arranged the fruit so that one of the bananas was sticking out of the bowl, supported by two apples. The other girls snickered but then fell silent as they heard footsteps. Jen hurried back to her easel, just in time before the classroom door opened.
She wasn't too worried. Sister Anne was far less strict than the other teachers, and she had a sense of humor. But it wasn't Sister Anne - it was the Headmaster. He strode in without knocking, looked around, and asked: "Where is Sister Anne?"
No one responded at first. Finally, one of the other girls said "She went to get some more paint, sir. I'm sure she'll be right back."
He nodded once but frowned slightly. He didn't have to wait long though; Sister Anne returned carrying a handful of supplies. "Oh! Good morning Headmaster. I hope I didn't keep you waiting," she said, somewhat surprised to see him. When he didn't respond, she asked "Is there something I can do for you Sir?"
"I need to see Miss Williams for a moment."
"Certainly. Miss Williams, you're excused. I'll put away your painting if you're not back in time; you can finish it next class."
As the girl removed her smock and retrieved her pack, the Headmaster strolled around, examining the paintings. As his eyes strayed to the bowl of fruit, he stopped abruptly. "Sister, did you arrange this fruit?" The tone in his quiet voice made her shiver.
"I selected them, Headmaster, mostly for the colors. Is something wrong?" she asked.
"You tell me," he answered.
Sister Anne walked towards the bowl but stopped before she got close. Someone had arranged the banana sticking up between two apples; it clearly was meant look phallic. "Oh my..." she said, staring at the protruding banana. "I certainly did not arrange that!"
"I thought not. It seems that one of your students has a questionable idea of 'art'. Well, which one of you did this?" He waited a moment. There was no response; the girls stared at their feet, not wanting to meet his gaze. "I'll give you one last chance to confess before I punish the entire class."
Jennifer took a breath and opened her mouth. But before she could speak, Liza stepped forward and said "It was me, Headmaster".
He sighed and shook his head. "It was I, Miss McCoy," he corrected. "Your grammar is as poor as your attitude. I can't say I'm surprised after your stunt yesterday, but I would have hoped your punishment might have discouraged such behavior, at least for a day or two. I can see that I'll need to be more... firm... with you. Come along, Miss McCoy. Miss Williams, please see Sister Roberta; she has a message from your parents."
"Yes, sir," both girls responded.
The Headmaster led the young girl to his private office, a place she had never been. He walked two steps in front of her, not saying a word to her on the way. But he did hold the door open for her, motioning for her to enter first.
His office occupied a corner of the ground floor, with large windows looking out over the nearby equestrian ring in one direction, and a grove of hardwood trees in the other. Liza might have been impressed - if she wasn't so worried.
"If that was your idea of a joke, Miss McCoy, it..." he began.
"No sir, I..." she started to explain.
"Don't interrupt me again."
"Yes, Headmaster."
"I know you are new here, Miss McCoy. But you need to understand that Royal Oaks Academy is a very exclusive school, with many traditions. We have strict rules for a reason. You may not understand that yet, but someday you may come to appreciate it." He lectured her for a few minutes, pacing back and forth while she stood, head bowed, hands behind her, in front of his massive desk.
"I would like to be lenient with you, Miss McCoy. But given your offense yesterday, and given the crudeness of your action today, I think I will take this... very seriously." He paused for a moment, considering.
"Since you weren't satisfied with painting a bowl of fruit, perhaps you would like to be the subject? Remove your clothes, Miss McCoy, and place them on my desk."
"Yes, Headmaster," she answered quietly and began to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it over her head, holding it in front of her exposed breasts as she folded it, and then placed it on the corner of his desk.
She bent down and removed her black shoes and white socks. She sat her shoes on the floor by his desk and put the folded socks on top of her blouse.
Liza reached behind her back and unzipped her wool skirt, pushed it down, and stepped out of it. She folded it twice and laid it over the socks.
The Headmaster leaned back in his high leather chair. His eyes traveled over her young ripening body, lingering on her naked breasts. She hesitated for a moment, and then reluctantly slid off her panties, adding them to the stack of clothes. She held her hands in front of her, covering the fine hair between her legs.
"Kneel, Miss McCoy," he commanded, pointing to the center of the room. She knelt on her knees, facing him, covering her lap with her clasped hands. He stood and walked over to her, studying her closely. "Your hands must be held behind you. Keep your back straight, and your head bowed." She complied, leaving herself exposed to his gaze.
"You will remain in that position until the final bell rings. And you will be silent.," he informed her. She nodded once. He returned to his desk, sipped his coffee, and then opened a sketchbook. Liza didn't dare look up to see what he was doing, but she could hear the scratching of his pencil as he sketched.
The first hour was uncomfortable but tolerable. She distracted herself by thinking about her roommate Jen - sitting on her bed, legs spread, playing with herself. It was the image that had occupied her thoughts as she tried to sleep the night before.
The second hour was worse. Her muscles began to cramp, and she needed to pee. She sighed in relief when the lunch bell rang. She looked up at the Headmaster, preparing to get up. He glanced at her and shook his head.
"But sir, I need to use the bathroom please."
"Three more hours, Miss McCoy," he told her before returning to his sketching.
An hour later her leg muscles were burning. Tears left streaks down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, sir. I promise I'll..." she began.
"Shhhh..." was all he said, ignoring her discomfort.
After a few more minutes, he stood, took his empty coffee mug, set it on the ground between her knees, and pushed it under her. As embarrassed as Liza was, she was relieved too. She was desperate to pee.
As soon as the Headmaster stepped back, she gave up trying to hold it in. He had positioned the cup perfectly; she could hear her warm stream filling the cup. She only hoped it didn't overflow.
He waited for her to stop, and then squatted down, reached between her legs, and retrieved the cup. His arm brushed against her quivering thighs. "You must be thirsty," he observed. She nodded, and then realized her mistake as he held the cup to her lips, and poured some into her mouth. It wasn't easy, but she managed to swallow a mouthful.
"More?" he asked. She shook her head quickly. "No sir. Thank you, sir."
The last two hours passed in a daze. At last, the final bell rang. Liza almost collapsed in relief. She massaged her numb legs, carefully stood up, and slowly approached his desk.
"You are excused, Miss McCoy."
"Thank you, sir." As she recovered her clothes from his desk, she saw his open sketchbook. He had drawn a remarkable likeness of her. Though it embarrassed her, it also evoked other emotions she wasn't familiar with.
She buttoned her blouse, pulled on her socks, and then hesitated. She didn't see her panties anywhere, but she was too scared to ask about them. She pulled on and zipped up her skirt., and slipped on her shoes.
He stared hungrily at her nubile ass as she walked gingerly out of his office. As the door closed behind her, he retrieved her panties from his pocket, held them against his bearded face, and inhaled deeply, savoring her young, fresh scent.
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Over the years since my first two unplanned events, I've had many that I did plan. and others that were just impromptu. I won't bore you with most of them because they were small things - naked sunbathing on my patio and deck, quick skinny dipping, etc. Most were fun and not very intense or daring things.
However, one of my first planned adventures turned out scary for reasons other than you may think. This happened a few months after my lake house trip with my friends Frank and Sandy.
I had a small sailboat at my parent's summer place. I would trailer it and launch it at a bay not far from their house. My first big plan was sailing to an island on the outer side of that bay to see if I could get into a naked adventure. One side of the island faced the bay. The other side faced the ocean.
This plan called for 2 sailing trips. The first day was just going to be a practice run to see how long it was going to take me and to see what people do when they go to this island. I sailed to a spot on the bay side of the island. It was still morning and I picked this spot because there were no boats in the immediate area. I beached the sailboat, got out and looked around. It was a sandy area with some wild bushes here and there.
This trip was going so quickly and smoothly that I asked myself, "Why waste the trip?" I again carefully looked around. I could see nobody near me. It again reminded me my first experience, now almost 2 years prior to this. So, I took off my t-shirt, shorts and underpants. I laid on them in the sun for 10 minutes or so on each side, occasionally checking to see if anybody came along. That is the way I sunbathe; I time myself and turn over front to back several times rather than laying on one side for a long period time and then turning over. I find I am less likely to get a sunburn this way. The sun felt glorious on my body, parts of which had never seen the sun before.
This was my first time intentionally naked out of the water and in a public place where people could potently see me. I didn't intend for this to happen on this day, but although I was a bit nervous, I was liking it and glad I was doing it. A few boats went by a bit off shore, but I doubted that they noticed me because I was partially screened by my boat and a few bushes.
I stood up to get ready to leave. I was casually looking around one last time before getting dressed. The shoreline to my right went a short distance then turned left. Then it went a long distance before turning right and out of sight. That would be the direction I would be heading when I made my next trip going to the ocean side of the island. That was as far as I could see. Out where the shoreline disappeared, there were a few boats anchored, but I could see nobody on them. I assumed they went ashore as I had done, but I could not see them on the beach. They must have been around that bend of the shoreline.
I decided to do something crazy. I started to walk along the shore, carrying my shorts just in case I ran into somebody. I clearly remember thinking to myself that I was pretending that I was shipwrecked on a deserted island naked and alone. I walked to where the shoreline turned to the left. There was path that led inland from there. Actually the path headed in the direction of the ocean side of the island. So I thought this would be a bit more exploration for the next trip. I headed along the path for short distance when I decided that I had pushed my luck enough for that day. Plus, I had no idea where the people were from the anchored boats; perhaps they were walking around the island as I was.
I retraced my steps naked back to my boat, got dressed and set sail again. I headed toward the anchored boats before returning to my trailer and car. The boat people were on beach but had been out of my line of sight. I also discovered that the island was much bigger that I imagined meaning that I would have to sail a longer distance to reach the ocean. I estimated it would take about an extra hour of sailing to get where I wanted to go.
A couple of weeks later I ventured out on the second part of my plan.
I sailed out of the bay and to the ocean side of the island; there was nobody there. Apparently, most people stayed on the bay side. I beached the boat and went about an afternoon of naked sunbathing and swimming. The rough ocean waves felt especially great on my body. It was a more exhilarating sensation than the gently waves of my first experience. I loved it.
At one point, two people came along the beach while I was laying on my towel; I covered up momentarily. After they went by, I thought about where they had come from and where they were going. After all, this was an island. But more importantly I thought about my being naked and covering up: was I afraid of being seen naked; was I embarrassed to be seen naked; was I ashamed of my body; was I not as brave as I thought I was? While I laid there thinking about these things, I decided none of these thoughts were true.
I realized as my new life of nudity was unfolding that our society doesn't accept nudity in public very well. Hell, if I had not experienced it myself, I would probably be shocked like most people seeing a naked man on the beach. Since I could never know ahead of time how people would react, I decided that is was best to be prudent while doing these things. I thought at the very least people would be upset and at worst I could get into legal trouble if I just laid out there nude while people walked by me..
So, except for those people, I spent 2-3 hours completely naked. I loved it. It was the most daring thing I had done in my life.
It came time to leave. I got dressed and turned the boat around to sail off the beach. I quickly found out why people stayed on the bay side.
The waves had gotten rougher as the afternoon progressed. It was great for swimming, but every time I started to sail, the waves would push me and the boat back onto the beach. I tried this several times and realized it was continuing to get even rougher. I started to panic. Not only was I wondering how was I going to get the boat off the beach, but how was I going to get off the island.
I quickly ran to a point on the beach where I could see the bay. There were still a couple of boats tied up on the inner shore.
I dragged my boat up on the sand as far as I could. I walked around to the bay side and asked if I could hitch a ride back to land. At first the people were skeptical, but when I explained what had happened they agreed.
I called a marine company near the bay when I got back to my parents house and asked them to tow the boat off the beach for me the next day. They did it. I picked the boat up the following weekend, but how this trip ended made me see how unexpectedly things could go wrong and this put a damper on my naked adventures for a short time.
A couple of years later, I got married and tried to convince my wife into some daring things, but she wasn't buying it. She was and is a beautiful woman, but she is not very comfortable with her body. So, rather than frustrate myself and her, I stopped making suggestions to her. However, I continued doing things whenever I got the chance. Most of these things she didn't know about. It's not that I was being sneaky; it's just that I know she would get upset over what I thought was no big deal. I did sunbathe naked on our patio several times while she was there, clothed, and the two of us did skinny dip together one night. So, it was not like she didn't know I liked to be naked outdoors.
I gradually developed a philosophy on nudity, sexuality and fidelity that I think is completely compatible with my religious upbringing. I won't get into details except to say a few things.
Women can get away with a lot more than men can. So I am keenly aware not to get into public situations unless it is potentially comfortable for others. It's not that I am afraid to be seen naked; I am completely and I mean completely comfortable with my body even as I have gotten older. I just don't want to make others uncomfortable or get people pissed off. I am especially aware not to do anything when I know children are present. I'm not sure how the parents would react or in today's world, the fear of being accused of being a child predator or something like that.
I think God's most beautiful creation is a well maintained naked human female body. I also think that body hair on males or females detracts from that beauty except for the hair on your head and eyebrows both of which have useful purposes. The rest of our hair may have had some evolutionary purpose, but is unnecessary today.
So I will relate to you my three greatest events in the following stories - all true and I'm sorry to say not all that high on the "nudities greatest world events" scale, but they were the highlights of my nude career and I had fun with them - one was being nearly naked in front of a lot of people, one was safely being naked in front of a small group of people, and one was really daring and getting caught.
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<strong>First times: 03 -- Lord and man</strong>
<em>The idea for this short story was given to me by a lovely woman I met recently. Though we are new friends, she has unexpectedly taken an inordinate place in my heart.</em><br /> <em>In a definite way, she has become my Muse, gently guiding me to places I didn't know I could reach, awakening the poet in me even. Whatever happens from this time forward, I will be eternally grateful for her kind words.</em><br /> <em>Again, my thanks to Valphund for his efforts on my behalf. I hope I didn't spoil them too much.</em>
*****
The Lord sits on a cushion and gazes at the peaceful garden he has worked on for so long to achieve this level of perfection.
Respectfully, at the edge of his vision, ready to serve, but out of his direct sight, lest she disturbs his contemplation, kneels one of the <em>tayū</em>, a woman who has achieved the highest rank of her courtesan profession. No mere <em>geisha</em> would be allowed in his exalted presence.
She waits patiently for his pleasure, whether he requires <em>chanoyu</em> to be performed, wishes to listen to music, or to discuss any of many subjects from politics, arts or philosophy.
The perfect blend of leaves has been prepared, and the water is simmering, ready to be brought to the exact temperature in a minute. The exquisite service of the finest porcelain rests on the delicately carved tray.
Her own <em>kugo</em> is at hand, tuned, new strings ready to be plucked to bring pleasure to his ear, as is her vocal mastery. She has developed a vast repertoire of classical and contemporary pieces.
An avid reader, she can hold conversation on most any subject her Lord may wish to exchange on. Over the years of their special relationship, she knows he has come to regard her insights favorably and takes great pride in this.
She perceives that he is uneasy on this day, though anyone else would only see the facade he chooses to present, as a Lord must. The subtle tension in his neck, the way his hand wraps around the <em>katana</em> resting across his thighs are unmistakable signs to her keen eye. Something is troubling him. She knows he will not broach the subject directly. It would be unseemly for one of his rank to confide his thoughts.
Her heart goes to him. She is aware of the current political climate. His enemies are emboldened by the rise of the merchant class, and the money they spend so freely gives them unearned power. He will have to take action soon.
She presumes, as no one else would dare, and touches his hand, not the one holding his weapon, of course.
"My Lord, would that I could ease your mind."
"Sweet Kimiko, it is beyond even your many gifts." His eyes don't leave his garden, though Zen harmony fails to still his troubled mind.
"A hot bath and <em>shiatsu</em> to please your body then?"
He shrugs his heavy burden off, even if for a moment, and turns to his mistress. He knows time has marked her, as it has him, but the mask of her class remains intact, impeccable as it was the first day he sent for her. As he looks at her, he comes to a decision.
Taking her hand in his, they rise and walk around the tea house, to the bath pavilion. Inside, he allows her to undress him after putting his sword on its rack. He sits on the wooden stool so she can wash him. At his nod, she unties his hair and gives him a scalp massage. He leans into her expert hands. At her touch, he rises so she can wash his lower regions. His control is ever absolute.
Once she has rinsed him and would have led him to the waiting steaming bath, he stops her.
"After all these years of our being Lord and <em>tayū</em>, the man asks the woman to join him." He bows respectfully and awaits her decision. It is unprecedented for a client to ask such a thing, but he is no ordinary client, and she is no common <em>oiran</em>.
When she would untie her <em>obi</em>, he takes her hand, gently kisses her fingers and slowly, layer by layer, undresses her. He lets her wipe away the heavy make-up, but pulls the pins holding her long silky hair back himself.
He washes the naked woman, bare as she hasn't <em>ever</em> been for a man, gently, tenderly, lovingly. While he does, they talk of beauty, peace, harmony. Her control is no less complete as he touches her.
She is but a feather in his strong arms to lift and hold. They enter the bath together and sit so. He has yet to let go, so she rests on his lap. Their eyes locked, she puts her arms around his neck. She knows a time of momentous change is upon them. She rests her head on his powerful chest, listening to his regular heartbeat.
They stay this way, in silent communion. The peace which had escaped him earlier settles on his heart and mind.
He caresses her hair tenderly. Hand on her cheek, he brings her mouth to his. Her heart soars. A Lord doesn't kiss a <em>tayū</em>. He uses her body to take pleasure, to relieve himself, but he never shows affection.
Timidly, she returns his kiss. Soon, though, desire rises in the woman for the man she has admired for so long as she served and serviced him. She lets her tongue speak for her as her fingers run through his still thick hair, holding him close.
She shivers when one hand cups her breast, caressing it gently. She feels her nipple harden against his palm, then between his fingers. The other hand touching her from neck to buttock raises goosebumps in its wake.
Her control crumbles. She should be the one doing this to him. She brings a hand to his muscular chest, but is quite ineffective as he kisses her neck, lightly biting. Only fellow <em>tayū</em> have touched her this way as they sought comfort in each other's arms. The sensation of a man doing it is overwhelming. She can feel wetness fill her that has nothing to do with the water they are immersed in. To make matters worse, or better, she feels him rise.
This she knows. She has to... Ooooh! He kisses her breasts so... so... gently. This is new to her. So is the hand touching her sex, as if it would give <em>her</em> pleasure. The fingers caress her, open her flower, lightly rub her pearl. She has known pleasure, but this... When the fingers enter her, a true moan escapes her, not a practised one. This comes from deep within.
She has heard of this, but never experienced it, an unfortunate consequence of her profession. She has never had cause or reason to question it. She now knows she will never be the same. After only knowing sex with clients as her avocation or other women for relief, a man is <em>making love</em> to her.
With a cry, she opens herself to it, to him. He skillfully takes her to unexpected heights of pleasure. She screams as he draws orgasm after orgasm out of her, unable to contain the emotions accompanying the sublime sensations.
After bringing her down from these peaks of bliss, he takes her mouth again. With his hands, he guides her. Willingly, she acquiesces. When she lowers herself on him, takes him within, joins their bodies, she becomes a true woman. Without moving at first, she uses her skills to give back a modicum of his gift to her. Her slow rocking soon gives place to frenetic abandon as she is again swallowed by passion.
Together, they discover the ecstatic music of love.
*****
The Lord looks at the woman sleeping on his futon. She is so beautiful, this delicate flower. He knows the quality of the gift she has given him. He also knows the price she will have to pay for it. Would that he could keep her at his side forever. His faithful retainers will whisk her away after he has gone and fulfill his wishes for her safety and future.
With a silent sigh, he turns his back on love. War has come for him and he knows he will not return. Still, he will face his fate with a light heart.
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Reflections # 03
I just got out of the shower, standing in front of the mirror.
I am trying to talk my shoulders into working just long enough to take the towel off my head and brush my hair.
Sore doesn't begin to cover the pain and stiffness in my shoulders. I hear him get out of the shower we shared. I look up, way up, to meet his eyes, concern clouds them.
"Well you did tell me if I broke you, I bought you. Guess I gotta keep you now." He tries to say lightly, but the worry comes though.
"Leave your hair in the towel and go lay facedown on the bed"
Silently I walk into the bedroom. I climb on our big bed, and lay down, I close my eyes trying not to cry. Sad that playing will have to be put off for a bit. Who knew when your not as young as you were, and maybe weigh a tad more than you should, that hanging by your wrists and jerking and flailing though a screaming orgasm might not be the best idea? But the cuffs were so padded my wrists are not tore up, so, plus on that score, I guess.
The bed dips as he climbs on, he settles straddling my butt, I feel warm oil drip onto my back, then moan out loud when his big hands start to rub, starting at my stiff lower back, working over my shoulder blades he works up and around my shoulders, fairly lightly at first. Then firmer as I moan in encouragement.
His hands find all the right places and knead just right.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know the sun is shining in my eyes, which only happens in later morning, I panic thinking I am late for work and almost smash my face into his when I sit up suddenly. He was leaning over me watching me sleep. "Whoa, whoa its ok! It's Saturday" he says as he pushes me back down in the bed.
" Gotta pee, gotta pee" I say as I roll off the other side of the bed, running to the bathroom, I think I drank a gallon of water last night, right before I went to bed.
After doing my business and brushing my teeth real quick. I come back out, feeling oh so much better, with out thinking I reach up and remove the towel I must have slept in.
"How you feeling? You look like your moving pretty good." He is laughing at me, but I don't care, I feel better than I have any right too.
I jump on top of him and tickle him to tears, " Laugh at me will you? After you broke me!" I dig into his sides harder until long arms come around me and force me under his heavy weight. Laughing we struggle until he pins my arms over my head, I wince and he immediately lets go. "Sucker!" I yell and wiggle out from under him, running out of the bedroom, I hear him chase me through the living room, into the kitchen.
Catching me and lifting me off my feet he turns me around and kisses me sweetly. " I am so glad you are ok." He whispers against my lips. "You have two punishments waiting for you." Shocked I stare at him "But, but.....you broke me." I sputter.
"Yes, I did, and probably will again, soon." He says with a smirk and a wink "Doesn't mean you get out of punishments you earned."
Pulling on the jeans he must have grabbed on the run out of bedroom. Opening the fridge he goes about fixing breakfast, ignoring my mood, while I glare at the back of his head. I hate punishments, they are not fun, they are boring. Sometimes painful, but always boring. He really is a genius. I kinda like the pain, but I hate to be bored.
In sullen silent, I eat breakfast. Finally he tells me if I am going to pout we can start right now and then at least one will be done.
Maybe if I am good he will hold off for the other one for latter.
He is normally fair, but this time I am not really sure what I did to earn two punishments, ok, the first, I guess was probably 'telling' him he wasn't going to hang me up in the garage, twice. To be fair to him, he really didn't try to "hang me up" it was more I got carried away and kind of "hanged" myself. All he did was cuff my wrist's to the rafter, and made me cum. But regardless.... Yeah, no, I can't even make that work in my head. I earned a punishment. Maybe one for each time? I don't know but I am sure he will tell me. Like I said fair, but I still want to pout.
"Come on" he says from behind me " lets get one over, unless you want me to combine them."
No Sir I do not. That really sucks. Punishment is boring. I stomp into the living room, even I know I am being a brat, but I don't expect the swat that hits my left butt cheek hard.
"Knock it off and bend over the back of the couch before you do piss me off."
I hurried over to the couch, I kinda throw myself over the back of it, only because I know he has left the room, waiting for him to come back with whatever he decides he wants to use on/in (?) me.
I should have been nicer right before he picks out his toys, because he has some that are just mean.
I hear him come back from the bedroom, were the big toy box is. But I am still startled when he smacks my ass. I know he loves to make me jump. It's not my fault I startle easily. I decide today I am going to blame him for that as well. I might be a little grumpy.
He leans against the couch by my naked hip.
"Ok, here is the deal. One time shot, if you refuse, that fine, we will just go ahead with our regularly scheduled programming." Smack on my ass "I really want to do what I had planned last night." Smack, smack "Before you so rudely interrupted." Smack, smack, smack "So one time, you get a choice, you can spend 30 minutes in punishment and we do the other another time, oooooor I can put you back in the cuffs," he smacks me about six times when I raise up off the couch and he shoves my head down. "stay" smack 'and I do what I want." Smack, smack "I will tell you," smack,smack "I never meant for you to get hurt. I am sorry about that. I can tell you, I will be much more carful from now on." Smack, smack, smack " who knew you would lose your mind when your edged, one time, for minutes.' I heard the contemplation in his voice and knew I would be getting more of that.
Hopefully in a safer environment.
He keeps spanking my butt as I think, ok, maybe I really like to be spanked.
"Ticktock." He says over the slapping sound
I roll my eyes, knowing he can't see. He know what I am going to choose, but he likes spankings too.
"Please Sir, will you string me up in the cold and dirty garage" (it's neither) "like a side of beef?"
"What is your issue today?" He get more serious about the spanking, " You keep mouthing off and your not getting a choice! I will just do what I want after punishment and I really will string you up!" Slap, slap, slap, harder and harder.
"Fine" I all but yell at him, in between cries of pain. I might have pushed him a little too far " Please Sir, use me any way you want! Please let me please yoooooou." Ending on a scream when he really lays into my ass!
"That's better, not good yet, but better." I sag in relief when he stops beating my very hot ass.
"Here's what we're gonna to do, I am gonna fill some holes, and you're gonna get your submissive little mind right, and we're gonna have a great day. Understand?" One more hard slap.
Not waiting for me to reply, he digs though the handful of stuff he brought out.
He moves to stand behind me, pushing my legs wide with his knees. I hear the lube lid open, so butt plug. I have been in this position before, ok, a lot. So I have gotten pretty good at guessing what he has in his hands. I hear a vibrator being checked, buzzzzz, buzzzz. Maybe he changed his mind and is going to put me in punishment first. Normally I could ask, but I think I have pushed him as far as I had better today. Lets see if I can "get my submissive little mind right" and be good for once. That makes me snort loud enough for him to hear it.
"Glad your having fun." He says placing a hand in the middle of my back. "Lets try this for fun, shall we?" And jams a lubed butt plug in my ass.
"Asshole, asshole! " I scream in surprise as much as pain, its a fairly small plug. He has much, much bigger.
I hear the laughter in his voice when he tells me.
"Yes, my darling, that is your asshole."
"No, you are an asshole for doing that!" I shout out a laugh when He leans down and whispers in my ear "Yes, my darling, I am your asshole too."
"Stand up and face me." Even while I obey, he is reaching for the rope.
Muttering to himself he tries the rope this way then that way on my body, its the pretty red rope that I got him not long ago.
"What you doing?" I wonder out loud only to be told to "hush" while he steps back and looks at me up and down, a look of concentration on his handsome face.
An evil grin lifts his lips. I have to say, I am kinda concerned.
We are not Master and slave even though sometimes we do use those terms, so much as Dom and submissive and even then its pretty loose, mainly its because thats our personalities and its fun for both of us and keeps our sex lives.. well lively, as we get older. It has just kind of evolved over the years. It is based on total trust and true love. I do, and have trusted him with my life, and he has never let me down. This is the man that has beat me, whipped me, thrown me bodily, tied me up, clamped me and plugged me. Even twice "made" me screw other people, one woman and one man, while he watched and controlled the scene. But also the man that holds my hair back when I puke, cried when our kids were born and goes out of his way to make sure I am happy.
What I am saying is I trust this man down to my soul.
But that grin kinda scares me.
"Stay here and don't move!" I just mumble "Yes Sir" to his back as he runs out of the room.
I hear the garage door slam open then closed, then I see him rush into the bed room. Rushing back into the living room, he shoves a bunch of soft bondage rope into my arms "Here hold this." Adding a vibrator and two large D rings on top. "No, thats no good." He mutters and grabs everything out of my arms and throws it on the floor, he chases the vib as it rolls across the floor, dashes into the kitchen to wash it off. Comes back and hands it to me.
"Hold that!"
"Sir, SIR!'
"WHAT!"
"Calm down, slow down, its going to be alright."
"Oh, Baby this is gong to be so good! Your going to love it!"
So saying he grabs one end of the rope and walks it into the kitchen, laying it out flat, so it doesn't pinch or bind. Coming back in front of me he takes the vibrator from my hands and orders me to turn around and bend back over.
He tries to insert it into my dry vagina, watching a crazy man run around just doesn't turn me on for some reason. He pulls it out and must have dropped a couple drops of lube on it, because it goes in this time, but not very happily. I am on my toes by this time, I don't care what your into, that hurts, and not in a fun sexy way.
"Ow, ow, ow, OUCH DAMN IT"
"That's better anyway, it won't fall out." He mutters, ignoring me completely.
He picks up the rope end closes to us and wraps it around my waist, twice, tying it to itself in back, think belt with a really long tail.
"Stand up but don't either of those plugs come out!" He barks.
He slaps my butt, I stand straight but as I try to turn, he spins me back around, pulling my hips to back me up a few feet away from the couch.
He kicks my feet apart, and he is right the vib doesn't fall out. Reaching between my spread thighs he pushes the rope though the front of the "belt" and then back through my legs, then up thought the back "belt" he does this twice, then he turns on the vibrator on high, again ignoring me when I squeal. He reaches in his pocket and uses the remote to turn it off
He pulls on the ropes until they are just touching the end of the vibrator, he comes around in front of me, and adjusts the front rope in between my pussy lips. He moves to the back and places his hand on my shoulder.
"Here we go!"
And he pulls the one rope so everything get tight. Forcing the long vibrator all the way in my still fairly dry vagina and the butt plug (That I had kind of forgotten about, by this point) deeper and smashing my clit under the two ropes, as well as making me feel like I was getting split in two. And it wasn't even really that tight, just a fairly sensitive area. "OUCH, FUCKING OUCH" I scream, dancing on my toes. He is ignoring me yet again. At this point, I kinda wonder if he remembers I am here.
"Fucking perfect, that is just fucking perfect," still with the mutters but I answer him this time, maybe a little high and maybe a little loud.
"Perfect for who, you moron?" I demand.
He is concentrating so hard, I am not sure he even heard me.
Walking around the front again he kneels and parts my pussy lips, moving things around so now there is a rope on both sides of my clit, trapping the little nub between. "Perfect, just fucking perfect." Kissing my clit quick, he stands. Walking to my backside he cuts that rope and ties it off.
Tying the cut end into the belt he puts the rope over my shoulder and then oddly threads the D ring through, down around the outside of my breast through the belt, up over the other shoulder, where the other D ring is placed. Up and down round and round, arranging the rope so my tits are squeezed like my clit. Until i feel like I am wearing really tight suspenders and a belt with a really tight crotch. Picking up the red rope and a few other things. He hands it all to me, again.
"Lets go to the garage." he says, not really giving me a choice, he pushes me out to the garage, using the suspenders as a handle. I look at the chains as we walk/march to the corner. Confused I see the cuffs have been replaced with, carabiners?? And there is a pillow on the table...
The platform thing is still under the chains. He pushes me until I am standing behind it, looking out at the garage floor.
He lowers the chains until they touch my shoulders, then moves the D ring to the top of my suspenders, and clips it into the carabiner. After he does the other side he raises the winch until everything is taunt, and I am standing on my tip toes, so I am hanging from my shoulders but not hanging from my arms. Have I told you what a genius this man is? Only problem I see is if he raises it any higher I will be hanging from my crotch, and my tits and clit are already getting squeezed between the ropes, and the vibrator and plug are pushed in way too far, so I reach up and grab the chains to take a bit of weight off the rope between my legs.
"NO, no, none of that" and puts the cuffs on me and clips them together behind my back. His arms pass the red rope in front of my chest, under and above my breasts. Tightening them so my boobs are now square and feeling very restricted. He then raises my arms a little and passes the rope between the cuffs, so now i am also pulling on my boobs if I try to lower my arms. I am not totally uncomfortable, yet, but nether am I comfortable.
I try tact."Excuse me, Sir. I don't know if you realize but, um, everything is resting on the rope between my legs, and its not very comfortable." He looks at me like I am a piece of furniture that just talk to him.
Keep in mind, I am not aroused in the slightest. I have just kinda stood there while he did his thing, so other than the spanking, (that I do like, but are not a huge turn on) and that was a while ago, he hasn't really interacted with me at all.
He grabs the control for the winch and saying "kneel." He lowers my body and pushes the platform/ balance thing under my knees, so I am lowered to kneel on top of it, I spread my knees to the very outside edge of the platform so I can catch my balance. When I am completely down on it he lifts it just a little higher, so all of my weight is not on the crotch rope, but a lot of it is. When he grabs the chains I move on the ball thing. I gasp at the movement thinking I will fall but I feel surprisingly stable on this thing. Now it all makes since, he can totally control my body now, with very little effort.
"Oh, this is perfect, just fucking perfect." He says once again as he moves me in tight circles. "Just what I had in mind last night, except now you get to be helpless instead of helpful. Open!" He pulls the ring gag out of his pocket, putting it behind my teeth he then buckles it behind my head, careful not to catch any of my hair in the buckle.
"My perfect little slave girl, all open and tied tight." Walking around me, he pulls me forward and pushes me back, with out any resistance.
I am still not really turned on, but I have to admit is a pretty cool set up. "Are you ok." I nod my head. I watch him pull off his pant. Stroking my hair, he places his dick through the gag slightly, moaning as I use my tongue on the head, then pulling out, he walks a complete circle around me.
"Ok, lets see what we can do about you." I am confused until he starts playing with my nipples and trapped clit, it doesn't take long for me to get in the game as he continues to play with my body, I jump when he turns the vibrator on and then moan as it does its job.
"One more thing," he says moving behind my again.
He wraps soft rope around each ankle and pulls my feet up until they almost touch my butt tying those ropes off to the one around the cuffs. So that it really pulls on my chest.
Up on the point of my knees, I can decide if my wight is my knees or on my already sore my crotch.
The way I am tied that is the only decision I have any control over.
"Now that is perfect!" He walks around me a few times, admiring his handwork.
He stops in front of me again and all I can see is his hard dick just inches away from my face.
I want him to put it my mouth and fuck my face hard, that just does it for me, I have literally orgasmed from him just fuck my face. I whine desperately, eager to taste him.
He moves closer, until the head is just inside the ring gag, I tease it with my tongue licking and fluttering.
He pulls the chains closer, so his dick goes deeper in my mouth and then pushes the chains away getting a feel for how this works. We both let out a load moan as he pulls me forward moving his dick deeper, just hitting the edge of my throat then pushing back on the chains until he almost come out of my mouth.
Pull, push, pull, push, pull until he slides into my throat and my nose meets his belly. He holds me there for a time, putting his big hand on the back of my head to pull me as close as I can possibly get, and then he grinds into my face. I don't fight him, as if I could anyway, even when my lungs are screaming for air, black dots are swimming behind my closed eyes before he pushes me away.
He may be in charge, but he knows exactly what turns me on, between the vibrator, the throat fucking and being totally helpless and at his mercy. He knows I am close to orgasm.
He pushes me over the edge by whispering my biggest turn on "Good, girl." I scream and pant around his dick as I orgasm and try to catch my breath at the same time. He fucks my face harder and faster, I can feel his orgasm building as he starts to breath heavy, he shouts out loud, as he fills my mouth with cum.
I swallow fast not wanting to spill a single drop. He holds my head close as he comes down. I am not sure what it is, but I love it when he is in my mouth, hard, soft, fast, or slow, I love his cock in my mouth.
I whine as he pulls out of my mouth, he finds the remote to the vibrator and shuts it off. Disappearing behind me. He undoes the gag buckle first and and still standing behind me he tilts a water bottle in my mouth, when i am done drinking, he drains the rest of the bottle. I feel him untying the ropes, I am kind sad, all that build up and time, and its over? But I groan in relief when he carefully unwinds the ropes from between my thighs. I am now soaking wet with wide parted thighs, so the vibrator slides out of my pussy, the butt plug goes no where, kind of the way they are designed. I get a little wobbly as he lowers the chains, but its not like I can go any where. I perk up when He smacks my butt and tells me its time for round two.
He lowers the chains with one hand and steadies me with other, as I go face first towards the floor, he changes his mind and raises me back up, kind feeling a little like an elevator here, Sir. "Shit." He mutters "stand up."
"I am a little tied up here, Sir." I say sarcastically
"Oh, yeah." So he just grabs the "belt" and using the winch he moves me over and up so I am kneeling on the ball, he moves the D rings down my back so I am laid out 90 degrees from my hips.
I am in the perfect position for him to fuck me.
Arms behind my back, legs tied out of the way.
Only problem is he just came sooooo....
He plays with my bound tits, pulling my nipples until I scream. He plays with my very sore clit. He fills my super sensitive pussy with one, two then three big fingers, push in and out, playing with the plug as I totally come apart, over and over, until I am begging him to stop, telling him I can't come anymore.
He makes me scream as he forces another orgasm though my panting, sweating and trembling body.
Just like the platform I am completely under his control, I have no say how he moves my helpless body.
He slams his hard dick into my soaked pussy and standing still, grabbing my hips, he moves my body, slamming me into his hips over and over.
"One more! Come on Baby, one more around my dick!" He orders, as I pant and scream. Close, so close!
"Good girl, come, NOW!!" As he slams so deep, and grinds into me, pulling me tight against him, I feel him fill me with his come.
I am helpless to do anything but obey.
Slowly I feel him pull out, both of us are breathing heavy, he leans against my butt, like maybe his knees aren't working so well. I am just thankful I don't have to try to stand, I am perfectly happy just hanging around.
First he unties my legs and as I stretch the cramps he unties my hands.
Helping me to sit up on my knees he tries to untie the chest harness. Letting down the winch, he finally just cuts the belt. I can feel his hands shake when he unties the pretty red rope. He gently caresses my very unhappy boobs. He helps me off the ball, laughing when my legs still wont hold me, and I just sink to the floor. I pant out
"You go ahead, I am just going to sit here for a bit."
He must agree with when he sinks down along side me.
Both of us leaning on the ball trying to get enough air.
"Holy shit" he says " we will be doing that again, maybe you could try to be good, just long enough to actively precipitate next time" He laughs when I smack his arm, to winded to talk.
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This is Part of the Series - The Making of Mr Fourways
<em>This is a sort of bonus story for those who might be curious, as Bella was, about Alex Hughes' odd sexual requirements. It was supposed to end at the end of his second year and just reference the events in the second, but it kept going... Actually, as I write this, I will split it and publish at the same time. Now three parts.</em>
<em>I don't expect high ratings but here goes.</em>
<em>This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but <u>all characters are 18 years old or older</u>. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don't flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.</em>
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<strong><em>3. Rewarded not Sold</em></strong>
<em><u>Showdown With Wendy.</u></em>
After lunch I went and found Wendy, she was sat at the table with her friends, including Gemma who avoided eye contact. "Wendy, we need to talk." She sat there. "In private. Please."
She shook her head. "I don't have secrets from my friends."
I spoke firmly, on the brink of shouting. "Yes, but you might want them from others in the dining hall." Wendy looked at her friends who nodded and so she stood; and we left and went for a walk around the lakes. When there was nobody nearby, I turned to Wendy and grabbed both her arms, barely constraining my frustration. "What the fuck were you doing getting me with Gemma! Didn't you know she has a boyfriend!"
She glared at me. "Let me go!" So I did, and I was getting embarrassed that I had grabbed her in the first place. Wendy brushed down her sleeves and said. "Let's walk." So we did. After a couple of dozen steps she huffed. "Yes I knew, but they were getting nowhere and I just knew you would be the right person to give her an orgasm and take her virginity."
I stopped walking, open mouthed, and after a few steps Wendy turned, tilted her head. "What!"
I was speechless my jaw going up and down and then I nearly screamed. "You mean she was a virgin! I just fucked a virgin who had a boyfriend! What sort of monster do you think I am!"
Wendy, walked back to me, caressed my head and kissed me deeply and I involuntary responded. She broke off. "Alex, I don't think you are a monster, but a lovey sex machine who has clearly had lots of conquests and no doubt more than your share of virgins."
I dropped my head and looked at my shoes and muttered. "yu wr my scnd".
Wendy lifted my face. "What did you say about second?"
I looked up, took a deep breath. "I said you were my second. I had only had sex with my landlady before."
Wendy looked more puzzled than shocked. "Only once before! How are you so good!"
I explained. "Not just once before. A few nights each week, for two years, in term time. She was a demanding woman."
Wendy just smiled. "Well, she trained you well, all the better for my friends."
I was stunned. "What, you expect this to continue?!"
She stroked my chin, and then my crotch, with my cock reacting and being a totally subversive about the whole matter. "Well, I can see the important part of you agrees." Then she leant in, and I could not resist kissing her and stroking her back. When she broke off she continued. "And I can see the rest of you does, just need to get off your high horse. Oh, Gemma gave me this for you!" And she pulled a small envelope from her back pocket.
I wondered if it was an apology, a love note even. It turned out to be a Costa gift card with the note. 'Thanks for making my first time fantastic. Xxxxx Gem.' I couldn't help but look at the receipt! Eighty pounds! "I can't except this! Did you sell me to her!"
We stood there, my duplicitous body enjoying Wendy's presence and she didn't rise to the accusation. "Gemma bought that right after she left you, I was as surprised as you, but she insisted and would be most disappointed if you returned it... She said John might find out if you did." With that she cocked an eyebrow questioning what Gemma might have said about John. I didn't say, but I got the message and sighed.
"Oh kay... What happens next, 'more help needed'?" I suspected that lack of cooperation would lead to John finding out.
"Oh. There is plenty of call for a skilled lover, there is such a shortage of them. Especially for the first time."
My mind reeled. "You expect me to bed other virgins?!"
"Well, we thought you were and expert and after Gemma's account there are two in particular who would do anything for you to help them so that they can get on with fucking as many of the guys as are chasing them."
"Right," I sighed. "this is insane! But then my life with Rachel was insane. But no women with boyfriends, I'll accept that these are all one-time things, but none with boyfriends! Wait, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?" I was worried that I might be in mortal danger if he found out.
Wendy smiled a wicked smile. "Oh, I think I do have a boyfriend." My face must have shown concern, but she lightly kissed me. "But he is very understanding, and so am I, as I arrange for him to fuck any woman who wants the Alex experience. Insane enough for you lover boy? Oh, I feel it is!" My cock chose that moment to betray me completely, well only in tenting the front of my jeans in a dramatic manner. We would deal with it later, and did.
<em><u>Rules of Engagement.</u></em>
We established rules. Wendy was not to mention any gifts, before or after, and I was not to be ambushed like I was with Gemma. We always met in the Costa and by the third meeting, with a different girl, I had to invent a cover story to the baristas that I was discussing helping with maths problems.
Some weeks later an attractive female one commented that "It's odd that only girls have maths problems?" To which I responded. "Blame male maths teachers." She just darkly muttered. "Yes, the problems of one plus one equals one, or three if you forget and carry the one." Ok, I did bed her after finals when most other students had gone home, no gift card or Wendy involved. Just lots of free coffee, afterwards, for the last two weeks of term, at her house.
The accommodation for the sessions was courtesy of two first year students who shared a double room, that was about four times the size of a single room with an ensuite. It was not only their first year, but I was their first time, and one after the other, not at the same time - oh you have a dirty mind - on the following Friday and Sunday. They didn't give any gifts until I understood that they were now part of the plan and made their room available for solving maths problems. I was their occasional reward for helping out with tutorial space.
<em><u>Performing as Romeo.</u></em>
After the first years, the next liaison was to give delight to Juliet, who insisted on calling me Romeo and my coming as my death scene. She was studying Performing Arts and she put on a good performance. The next day I was pleased that there was no gift card, so I thought the bullet of me being sold had been dodged. She also insisted on no condom.
However, four days later a Next Gift Card, was slid under my door, (Next being a good quality clothing store) with the message. For some cooler clothing Romeo. XXXxx Juliet. When I checked online it was for an embarrassing two hundred pounds! Two hundred fucking Pounds! A fortune in my eyes. When I found her to complain, she just arranged a shopping trip to spend it, and more.
She explained that she didn't want such buff guy to be in ratty clothes when she took me out. And take me out she did - Wendy not involved. I was expecting McDonald's and the cinema and got four-star dining and the Opera and a hotel room! Juliet got a four-star pleasuring in thanks. She took me out about once a month and I got an education in Classical music and the other fine arts, and I was hooked. The pleasuring upped to five-star after my next fall from grace.
Wendy kept up a regular stream of maths puzzles, some repeat offenders, and gifts were a regular response, from ten pounds and up, but nothing at Juliet's level, but her parents were loaded. Wendy explained that the girls talked to each other and were told that I didn't need the gifts, but they were insistent, not to be seen as failing to complete. I suspect that Wendy and the first years may have got some gift cards as well, and so she was reluctant to ban them.
<em><u>The Other Door?</u></em>
Then on one repeat visit, a rather leggy blonde called, er Natasha, it was getting a blur... asked "Alex, do you use the back door?"
At this time I had already exposed her very nice breasts and was just ensuring the nipples were giving their best for her. I must have looked puzzled, as the double room only had the one door, except the ensuite, so I replied. "Well the back door is the one to the lakes, so yes."
She, let's go with Natasha, gigged and thumped my shoulder playfully. "Silly Alex, a girl's back door!" I looked up in surprise, but she must have thought it was shocked. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to offend, but you are so accomplished."
I shook my head and I was upbeat. "Oh, you mean anal sex. I've done it, quite a bit, why do you ask?"
"Did you enjoy it?" She almost looked coy.
I smiled. "Lots, it's the only where I can come apart from your tummy."
She stared at me. "If we did anal, you would come in me?"
I thought I had hit another forbidden area and must have sounded it. "Not if you don't want me to."
Natasha suddenly was excited. "Oh, but I would, it would feel great, can we do it today, I am all prepared!" And she was prepared, I had never seen a butt plug in real life, Rachel had said it was an unnecessary gimmick and my thumbs would have to do the work.
And so I fell further from grace, to the delight of a certain cohort of the young women who sought out my skills. Eventually including Juliet who continued my social education in return for favours given.
<em><u>Notoriety at the Clinic.</u></em>
I wouldn't have mentioned this, and others might judged my actions irresponsible, but it is part of the events.
I had had several women refuse to have me fuck them with a condom on the basis that they didn't need it and I think some were expecting that would make me come in them, I hadn't started anal sex by then. So, I went to the local Sexual Health Clinic to get tested.
The nurse interviewing me about why I needed testing asked if I had had many partners and her eyes widened when having thought I said seven this term, three without condoms." I had nothing to hide and after all she was a professional.
"Oh, so you are the latest Casanova running riot and laying waste to the young women at the University."
"I'm not a Casanova, they come to me." I am not ignorant about everything. "I only do what they ask." I tried and failed to sound like a man and not a naughty boy.
She looked at me thoughtfully and for a moment reminded me of Rachel's expression after dinner. "Yes, I have heard you are multitalented, and I can see how it might turn a woman's head if she didn't have an attentive husband. Why some women with condoms and not others? Do you forget or run out?"
"Well, I always ask, but some refuse, some more than once."
"Hold on, the seven and three were women, not times?"
"That's right eleven in total of which five were without."
She shook her head, "The youth of today, so you are bedding two women a week."
"Er, no, I didn't have any sex in the first two weeks."
Her eyebrows nearly disappeared as she recalculated to three a week, plus. She coughed. "Right, come back in two days and keep it wrapped up as often as you can, please, we have enough work with this horny lot." Meaning all the students at the University.
I went back and was in the clear, much to the surprise of the nurse. I went back regularly and was lucky in that I only picked up one minor topical fungal infection, more akin to athlete's foot, which was quickly cleared.
In the two weeks between Finals and Degree Results day I attended the clinic to get my latest clinic test results and was met by a different, younger nurse. I turned out that she didn't have anyone to be attentive. So, she requested, and after work received a four-star service, twice, but wrapped each time.
<em><u>The Outcomes of Distraction.</u></em>
I graduated, with a normal lower second-class degree, which was not good enough to help with finding a job with a Consultant Civil Engineering firm I didn't want to work for a Contractor, on site and constantly on the move; a life too much like at home.
I needed to fill in the time and pay the bills, so I got a clerical job in a Borough Council Admin department, a sort of over grown Town Council, but less than a County Council. I soon realised I was managing my manager, whose main qualification seemed to have been with the Council for thirty-five years. So, over a couple of years I got management training, building up to an MBA.
Juliet had shown me the importance of good suits, I got up graded from Next after the fourth date, and good music, theatre, opera, ballet and restaurants. Another regular recipient of my skills had also introduced me to enjoying the countryside, rather than working in it as I did as a child.
To help with presentation in interviews, I grew a moustache to look more mature. I was good at my job and kept earning promotions, quickly climbing the ziggurat of Local Authority Gradings. Without Wendy to field for me, and away from the sexual pressure cooker of Halls, I had to find my own way to identify women who would be receptive of my skills. It wasn't easy and many months could pass between 'dates'. But sometimes it was only weeks if a group of friends all wanted a sample.
However, in the real world, only a few women wanted the Alex experience more than once or twice. I didn't know, until Bella, that I could and should behave differently.
Love was a distant fantasy as I was a sexual freak, fantastic but a freak.
My search for sexual encounters was made a bit easier by promotions to other Councils and I was always careful to ensure that there was no conflict of interest between work and liaisons. That cut out many otherwise promising opportunities as the age and gender balance in Admin and Social Services Departments was heavily skewed towards young single women.
I didn't fancy my future sexual happiness. But then along came Bella and my world was turned inside out, upside down and round and round.
<em>(continued... Much Ado About Mr Fourways Series... unless you read those first)</em>
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3: SHERYL and the Caravan Part 2
My mind was on horses and riding as I travelled south to keep my appointment. But it was a very different kind of riding I had in mind. Ever since meeting Sheryl at an Exhibition nearly a year ago we had shared two of the most enjoyable sexual unions I have ever experienced in 70 years on this planet. But I wondered if there would still be the same magic as before, or would it turn out to be quite ordinary, or if it was going to happen at all.
Something was very different when I arrived at Sheryl's son's place. The Caravan now had a large awning and when I went inside I was amazed. In the awning was a full sized couch that folded out to a double bed. At the rear was a covered balcony. There was a stereo and a TV and it was fully carpeted.
There were soft lights all around and in one corner a shower and toilet. Steve (Sheryl's son) was a plumber and had done all the installation himself. It was not only unique; it was like a mini house all in one. And I was told this is where I would be sleeping.
It seemed we had approval from the family to sleep together, or at least, to preserve public dignity, close together. How times have changed.
But at least we would not have to sneak around and have fun quietly.
I was warmly welcomed by the family and extended family too (Steve's two sisters plus husbands and kids) who all wanted to experience the Bioptron lamp. It was a riotous night with lots of drink, food and good humoured banter about me and Sheryl. The family decided they would like to buy a lamp as well to share when needed so already I was quids ahead.
When we eventually decided it was time to retire to the caravan, the send off by the family felt like a medieval wedding ceremony and sending off of the bride and groom. I'm not sure I was mentally in tune with that because above all else I value my freedom and don't like being treated like someone else's possession.
The sex that night was not good. From my point of view there was this mental barrier in my head and my performance was very perfunctory. Sheryl did her best but she must have realized something wasn't quite right.
We were in the caravan proper, in her double bed. During the night I got too hot and went out to the balcony for a smoke. By the way we both smoked.
I stood around for a long time trying to work myself out. What was wrong with me? I had a lovely, very compliant and wanting naked female companion in a bed within 10 feet of me. Yet something had held me back when we made love. Was I getting past it? Or was it so easy it had lost the thrill of the chase? Eventually I became angry with myself until I recalled exactly what had taken place twice before with this lovely lady.
As I recalled each event in turn I started to become erect again. Both times had been entirely different but then I realized they had both been initiated by Sheryl. It dawned on me that her needs were greater than mine. Even though I often daydreamed about sexual opportunities and speculated about what it would be like with various people I knew, it invariably never happened.
Nor had it happened for so many years I was beginning to believe that 'Super Cock's' days were over. I got that nickname many years ago when I was the PRO for a major company in my 30/40's and bedded so many lovely ladies that my fellow male workers bestowed the title upon me. I have lost track of who they all were but there a few that stick in the mind for one reason or another.
I soon understood I was losing myself in history. That was past, this is the present and I needed to do something to retrieve what might become a lost opportunity.
Thinking about many past encounters I was still as hard as a rock so I went back into the Caravan, got into bed and began fingering Sheryl's beautiful pussy. She stirred in her sleep and put her arms around me as I entered her without any preliminaries and enough force that woke her up.
Then I proceeded to fuck her in the missionary position until I came. It was rough; there was no consideration for her feelings, just a need to unload my personal frustrations through the act of sex. Now I have some appreciation for how the cavemen must have felt.
Sheryl didn't come but said when I had finished "You needed that to release a lot of tension. I am so glad it was me that could take all that rough pounding for you". Then she rolled over and went back to sleep.
Her words hit me right between the eyes. She must have guessed at my frustrations but beyond that she had gently let me know how women are very good at being the receiver and the giver at the same time.
Next day we went out to the paddocks down the road to visit the horses. There was one old horse that had lost nerve control at the ankle and every step he took his hoof dragged on the ground.
When I asked if we could get the horse over to the shed and to a power connection there was consternation. There was no power so I couldn't use the Bioptron. Panic. Then I remembered I had a battery powered wand that took colour lenses that shone through the end of a crystal. I often used it at Shows to penetrate light through clothing on older females with hip problems. They don't exactly respond well to being asked to strip off in public.
Using this Hungarian made medical device I was able to unlock the nerve system and allow the horse to walk freely again within about 5 minutes. I let family members treat other horses for minor wounds then used it again to calm down a very nervous horse. Different colours for one minute on the pineal gland above and between the eyes meant a very calm animal within 4 minutes.
Maybe I should have used it on myself the previous night to calm my self made agitation.
It should be mentioned that Light and Colour treatments have been my forte for 13 years with many famous Olympic Gold medallists and other athletes from this country having benefitted from my skills. I only mention this because the Bioptron is central to this story in particular.
That night we had another great meal with lots of wine and everyone retired happily to their beds. Sheryl had made up the bed in the awning during the day and we decided we would sleep there as it was cooler than in the Caravan.
As we prepared for bed Sheryl said "Will the Bioptron help with sexual problems"? Well that was a loaded question if I ever heard one.
But I answered "Depends on the problem. There are programmes using colours that help with menopause and the mental issues that come from that. Everything is in the mind love. Whatever we think is what drives us in life. You and I have very open minds when it comes to sex which is why we have enjoyed each other".
"But what if there is one part of sex that hasn't been experienced and we develop a mortal fear of it that inhibits all our sexual activities"? She asked.
"Aha" I replied. "Are we talking about us or someone else"? She smiled and said "Both"
"They are two different situations. One is about a female friend of mine in a wheelchair that I call on as part of my aide duties. The other is mine".
"Well" I said "Let's deal with yours as we are both here. Would you trust me enough to tell me about it"? With a coy smile on her face she said "There isn't much I wouldn't trust you with so here is the problem. I have never had anal intercourse and I am both scared and intrigued by it. Is there any way I can overcome that fear"?
My heart started to pound. Only once in my life had I experienced it though not properly. An old girl friend had suffered a prolapse and was unable to be properly entered from the front. On the one instance when we were in bed she had laid semi side on, and that had prevented me from getting any depth.
I jokingly said "Well it looks like doggy fashion could be a good option tonight and let's see where we can go from there" "Oooooh" said Sheryl "I love doggy style"
Well another wish about to be granted and we were soon going through a shortened foreplay. With all the talk in such an intimate way I was harder and longer than I had been for some time.
Sheryl knelt on the bed with her head down and backside in the air, legs apart. I proceeded to administer my tongue to her exposed pussy and she became very wet and excited. As I gently lowered myself into her it was as though a velvet glove had encompassed me. Her vaginal wall was pulsing as I began a slow but deep stroke. We enjoyed this for a few minutes and on an outward pull I noticed her anus was wide open. I had been massaging it with my thumb but it had remained tight until now.
It was an instant decision and one neither of us will ever regret. Pulling fully out of her vagina I slowly and gently pushed the head of my cock up her crack and across her anus. Doing this enough to wet the entrance I then pushed the head into her hole. It slid straight in as though the sphincter muscle wasn't even there. Then she tightened the muscle over and over again as I pushed deeper and harder into her.
My fingers went up inside her vagina and it was a weird experience to be stroking the back wall and feeling my own member deep inside the other passage.
By this time we were both rising very rapidly to a climax. Suddenly I lost control and started to fuck her very fast. Then I exploded and almost blacked out. My cock just kept spurting and spurting. I lost track of how many contractions I had but it must have been 7 or 8 and each one was cum laden.
Cramp took over on my right thigh as I tumbled off Sheryl. She stayed where she was, moaning and crooning to herself until she flopped onto me and started kissing me like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh you wonderful man" she said. "That is twice you have taken me to new heights of climax and new experiences. I don't know what to say except I love you like no other man I have ever known, and there have been quite a few".
I just grinned. Until I told her later, she had no idea it was my first proper anal time as well.
She couldn't stop touching my cock and bent over to administer the kiss of life to it. Once again it was hard and she said "Can we do that again in the proper hole"? Who was I to resist.
This time it was gentler, took longer and was almost better. My cramp mysteriously vanished and heading into the home stretch I actually tore a ham string. But the pain only added to my determination to finish another doggy style in style.
We came together this time; I held back until she was ready then climaxed a lot weaker than the first time. Then it was time for the Bioptron to do its magic on my hamstring.
The next day she wondered if we could go and visit her friend in the wheelchair to see if the Bioptron could help. And that is another story all together.
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CH 03 - The Adventures of Chance Fletcher - Cleaning Out Everything
As he was on the road so much, Chance needed all the help he could get on the domestic front. He was lucky enough to be able to afford that help and had a private chef who came in once a week and prepped all his meals for him in advance so all Chance had to do was warm them up. This was a huge relief as Chance hated cooking and, if honest with himself, pretty bad at it, mostly because he didn't care.
The other house service Chance indulged in was twice a week house cleaning. Not only would the trusty Mrs. Westcott clean everything that didn't move out of her way, she also organized everything out of place, did the laundry, the beds and the dishes. As far as Chance was concerned she was a legitimate angel and he made sure she knew how much he appreciated her.
So it was a bit of a shock when Chance walked into his kitchen and found....NOT Mrs. Westcott. There was Chance, standing there, shirtless, in loose hanging linen pajama pants, expecting to find a pot of brewed coffee and his domestic angel, instead he found a startlingly handsome blonde man, spraying the granite counters and wiping them down.
"Oh....," started Chance and then let his voice trail off as he genuinely did not know what to say to this good looking man cleaning his kitchen. The other man looked up and in a flash took in Chance's muscular frame and the distinct press of a very nice, meaty cock up against pajama pants.
"Mr. Fletcher, hi, hi, don't be alarmed, I'm Teo Anders and I'm only filling in briefly for Mrs. Westcott, the agency sent me? Not that anyone could actually fill in for Westie, she's a bit of a legend." He said all this in a bit of a rush, and Chance, who had only just woken up, was following about half of it.
"Okay." said Chance, striding towards the fancy coffee pot, which was one of the few kitchen appliances he could work properly, "Is she okay?"
"Yes, oh gosh, yes, she's just not feeling great today, which is really unlike her, as I said she's a legend, so when they asked for someone to cover for her, of course I said yes, honestly she's so good to all of us, I'd do anything for her." responded Teo with a nervous little shrug.
"You doing okay?" asked Chance, "You seem a bit nervous, are you okay being here?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, do I? I guess I do, I am just always a bit nervous I guess, just my personality. No problems here though, you have a beautiful condo and honestly, it hardly needs anything, it's already so clean. Not that I don't have anything to do...," he added hastily.
With the coffee quickly pouring into his usual mug - the one with the big handle - Chance was already feeling a little more relaxed.
"It's okay man, I wasn't saying you didn't." he said with a charming smile that had melted more than one heart. "I just don't want you to feel nervous." Chance started to laugh, "The reason it's so clean is probably because I'm not here that often, I mean that's definitely not going to get it dirtier!"
Teo seemed to unwind a little bit, "Yeah, that would definitely help!"
Chance caught the other man checking him out again. Realizing what was going on with Teo, Chance decided to really take in this man who was once again cleaning the same piece of countertop.
Teo had a compact build; not too short, a nice taper to him, wide shoulders, nice trim waist. Great definition in his arms that were really well framed in the dark blue golf shirt he wore with the beige uniform pants. The same outfit he'd seen Mrs. Westcott in a thousand times, but definitely more intriguing on Teo. With a fair complexion, the aforementioned blonde hair and a very sweet face, that was still nervous but had some mischief shadowed in there somewhere, Teo made a very nice package. Speaking of packages, he didn't seem short in that area either if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by.
Chance's coffee was full up, so he grabbed his cup to head back to his bedroom. He wanted to quickly go through the headlines for the news that day on his tablet before really committing to the day. Missing Mrs. Westcott was enough of a surprise.
"Okay, Teo..right? Let me know if there's anything you need or you can't find something, by some miracle I think I'm working here for the day."
"Sounds great Mr. Fletcher, and if you need anything, please let me know, cause that's literally what I'm here for, you know anything you need or want."
From anyone else this could sound sexy or perhaps even suggestive, but coming out of Teo's mouth it was rushed and back to nervous.
"Just call me Chance, okay? Please? I can't handle Mr. Fletcher in my own home." Chance said with a smile.
"You got it sir! Uh, Chance, Mr. Chance, yeah Chance." responded Teo in quick response, flashing back a smile of his own.
As Chance left the room, Teo stopped cleaning, realizing he had cleaned the same space on the counter around ten times. He put down the rag and the spray bottle.
"Oh nice job loser." He thought to himself. He knew Chance was hot, he'd heard the stories and when he'd find out he was going to be filling in for Westie he'd googled him. However the pictures just did not do the man justice.
"He looks like a cross between Henry Cavill and Ryan Reynolds." pondered Teo. With a sinking feeling deep in his stomach, Teo realized he'd already been afflicted with his age-old problem. Whenever he was around an attractive man he became sweaty and babbling. I must really think this guy is hot then, pretty sure he thinks I'm a total idiot. Teo decided to just do his job. Not think about his hot but temporary boss, not how handsome he was, not that he could most likely do laundry on his abs, not how good it would feel to be wrapped up in those really well muscled arms, not how amazing it would feel to kiss those perfect lips or feel that stubble rubbing up on his face, or down his neck...or between his thighs....
Enough! With a bit of a dejected, but resolute sigh, Teo decided to tackle the living room for tidying, vacuuming and dusting, and then get going on the laundry.
Chance was propped up in bed, still reading about the ups and downs - mostly downs - of the day's news. His plan was to get up soon, shower, dress and look at the notes that had been sent over by his latest client. A large ad firm in Dallas that had been working with a tech company that had a great product, but the marketing was the weak link. Chance had some ideas but wanted to see what they'd already thought of before he started in on it.
Teo had gotten finished with the non-existent dusting in record time - naturally, and nothing had been out of place. He figured at least there would be something to launder. Teo knew he was supposed to be there for at least 8 hours, that's what the contract was set up for, 16 hours a week, two days a week, but he had no idea how he was going to fill all that time.
As he began making the rounds to gather things to wash, the guest bathroom for towels, the kitchen towels, the OTHER guest bathroom - "Man this is the biggest Condo I've ever been in." Teo thought ashe made his way towards Chance's bedroom.
As he walked through the door, despite the size of the rest of the place, he was still taken aback. The bedroom was the entire width of the condo in length. On the left were massive floor to ceiling windows with a gauzy fabric over them, and Teo could see black out blinds behind them, now rolled up. The massive bed - "There's no way that's not custom." thought Teo - was the biggest bed he'd ever seen and was layered in crisp white sheets and a simple but elegant cashmere blanket. Chance tended to run hot when he slept, so the blankets were at a minimum. The floors were a warm, honey-colored marble, but thick white rugs made it feel warm and not stark. The walls seemed to be various shades of beige, except the end wall, it had a rich, blue color. Taking the rest of the room in, Teo saw the matching, ultra mid-century modern teak furniture, scattered around that took up a fraction of the space in the giant room. On the end wall there were two doors, one that led to a massive closet/dressing room, and the other he assumed was an ensuite, but the door was closed.
Teo correctly assumed, the laundry would be found in the walk-in closet and so headed that way. He found the basket and began grabbing the few articles of clothing that were in there to add to the growing pile he was putting together. The closet itself was as impressive in size as it was in organization and he could see Mrs. Westcott's hand in the way everything was in its place and spaced just so. As she had trained Teo, it wasn't hard for him to see her signature look and gift for tasteful, practical arrangement. There was a set of drawers in the middle of the room, like an island, and it had a few glass topped jewelry boxes on it with watches and cufflinks inside, otherwise the space was clear and the lights in the closet bounced off the polished black marble surface. Teo spun around to head to the laundry room and felt like he'd walked into a wall.
"Ooff!" said Chance as Teo walked directly in to him. "Oh my god, Mr. Fletcher, Chance, I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you come in, I was just.....," Teo trailed off as he took in what he'd walked into.
There was Chance, with an amused look on his handsome face, still damp from the shower, the dark hair on his chest curling slightly, as it led straight down his abs to in a perfect pattern to be called a treasure trail and what a treasure it was. Chance had walked into the closet to grab some clothes for the day and was, predictably, completely naked.
Teo's eyes moved helplessly lower and took in all of Chance, his flaccid cock was sexier than a lot of the ones Teo had seen hard. Hanging low, uncut and framed by a trimmed bush of hair and two weighty, promise-filled balls. Teo went from babbling to struck mute and barely able to swallow. All this on top of two thick, well-muscled thighs - the ludicrous thought of "Well the man definitely does not skip leg day." flitted through Teo's head - and perfectly furred, long legs. Even his feet were sexy and Teo wasn't even someone who usually noticed feet.
It was at this point he realized he'd dropped the pile of clothes he had been gathering and desperate for distraction from his shock, embarrassment, nervousness and giant erection that had popped to attention in his pants seemingly instantly, Teo dropped to his knees to pick up the scattered items.
"Hey, Teo, it's okay, seriously, don't worry about it." Chance's voice was low and kind and Teo looked up at him from the floor to realize Chance was now directly in front of him. Teo took a deep breath, and thought, "Oh fuck it, if I get fired, it'll be worth it." Courage he didn't know he had, caused his hand to lift and rest on Chance's well-defined upper thigh as he almost whispered, "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you...sir." Teo glanced up and saw Chance's face break into a grin as he replied, "Well, seeing as you're down there.....". That was all the encouragement Teo required.
The next thing Chance knew, and with the speed of a cat, he could feel Teo's warm mouth, caressing his cock, his tongue exploring, his warm hands cupping his balls lightly. Chance began to harden right away, and as he did he could feel the licks of Teo's insistent tongue, encouraging the blood flow that was pumping now with single purpose. Teo grabbed Chance's substantial semi-hard shaft and now that his cock head had emerged, pushed as much of Chance's hardness as he could into his velvet-like mouth.
Chance murmured with a low growl, "Fuck that feels good, you've done this before haven't you?" Teo's only response was to begin pumping his hand around Chance's shaft a little quicker and more firmly as Chance, now almost fully engorged, adjusted his angle to give Teo as much of him as possible.
Teo keeps licking, sucking, pleasuring Chance until his cock is throbbing, Teo's only thought "He tastes as good as he looks, how is that even possible?". Fully immersed in getting Chance's seed into him, Teo now holds down Chance's shaft with one hand at the base, and while still pleasuring the head, uses his other hand to stroke and pump the rest of him. Chance moans even more, throws his head back and just gives himself over to this oral expert who really knows his way around a blow job.
While taking Chance to the brink, tasting those sweet drops of pre-cum in his mouth, Teo is surprised to feel strong arms, lift him off the floor, and finds himself face to face with a grinning Chance, his face infused with lust and longing. Chance pushes Teo up against the island, and starts to kiss him. Chance reaches behind Teo's head, with both hands on the side of his head and kisses him deeply, penetratingly and leaving no doubt that Chance is as into Teo as Teo is into Chance. At the depth of Chance's kiss, Teo goes weak, just wanting to be whatever Chance wants him to be.
Still kissing Teo, Chance's fingers find the top of his uniform pants and expertly undoes them, allowing Teo to slide out of them, at the same time, they break briefly as Chance pulls Teo's blue golf shirt over his head, and instantly resume kissing. Teo wriggles out of his boxer briefs and pushes his socks off with his own feet, leaving him as naked as his boss.
At this point, both men are running on instinct, Chance picks up Teo's firm body and carries him over to the bed, simply by wrapping his arms around him while still kissing. Chance sit's him down on the edge and Teo immediately goes back to work on Chance's swollen dick, doing everything he knows he enjoys himself. With a little start of surprise, he feels Chance move him backwards onto the bed, and then feels himself being lowered flat while Chance gets in position to straddle his face, that gorgeous cock right over his mouth, and that's when he feels Chance's warm mouth take his throbbing hardness in wrap around his own cock. "Oh fuck" thinks Teo "I really didn't think it could get any better, I was so wrong". Both men fall to their tasks. Bringing as much pleasure with their mouths as possible.
As the two men are moaning, the pre-cum is flowing from both of them, each feeding the other, soon the men find their groove and begin mirroring each other. As Teo feels what Chance is doing to his penis, he does the same back to Chance's gorgeous member. Then the reverse happens, Chance takes his lead from Teo, mirroring the other man's movements. They suck each other's balls, massaging them in their mouths, fully tonguing the shaft, and making the very most of each other's big, meaty lollipop cock heads.
Teo is a bit surprised when he feels Chance's tongue slip deep down the crack and head to his hole. "Does he want me to follow?" Teo thinks, some of his unsureness creeping back. As if reading his mind, he hears Chance murmur "Oh yes." with his head buried between Teo's thighs. Instructions received!
Theo feels Chance alter his angle and he happily plunges his face in between the perfectly molded ass cheeks, letting his long tongue find the way. He reaches that tight rosebud hole and begins working his tongue around and around, then plunging it into the tight circle, he feels Chance's pleasure ripple through him and low growls from his throat let him know he's definitely doing the right thing. In further response Chance copies his movements and soon Teo feels like he's practically thrashing like a fish out of water; it just feels so good. "Goddamn,even this man's tongue has muscles." Teo thinks. They continue on for some time, teasing, massaging, and bringing deeply rooted pleasure to the most intimate of places.
Chance breaks first, turns around slowly and now lowers himself on to Teo, this time, face to face, kissing him again. As the kisses deepen, Teo lets his legs wrap around Chance's waist as he surrenders to this beautiful man, wanting him, to want him in the only way one man can take another.
Chance lifts them both off the bed, and moves all the way up the bed with Teo's legs wrapped around him. "I need to be inside of you." he growls softly. "I can't imagine you being anywhere else right now" murmurs back Teo. Chance chuckles in response.
Reaching for lube, Chance covers his massive cock and rubs some into Teo's waiting hole, letting his finger slip inside him to get him ready. Teo moans and pushes back, so needing to get fucked.
Teo pulls his legs back even higher and hooks them over Chance's very well built shoulders, stretching himself for maximum penetration. Chance grins, kisses Teo and begins to tease the other man, positioning himself touching the tight hole, he moves his hips, massaging him with his swollen head. Teo, feeling the hardness so close, desperately tries to pull him closer, willing Chance's cock to enter him.
Teo lets out a moan as finally, finally he feels Chance enter him, the slight resistance lasting only a moment as his body obeys his wants. Chance slides into Teo, and Teo can't take enough of him in. Teo begins moving first, using his legs to push further on to Chance, Chance takes his cue and begins moving back. The pumping rhythm soon matching each other's thrusts. Teo feels his eyes roll back and Chance hits that sweet spot of pleasure, deep within him. An involuntary "Uggghhhhhh!" coming out of his mouth, matching the thrusts and hits that are assailing his sensitive source of leg quivering satisfaction. They're equal pleasure being met and returned, the two men continue pounding, the pace picking up as Chance drills into him, the sensations not stopping for Teo, the position feeling perfect.
Chance then kisses him again and Teo finds himself desperate for the kisses as well, feeling Chance's tongue in his mouth while his cock is in his ass sends Teo over the edge, without even realizing it, he's coming, all in a rush, the most powerful orgasm Teo has ever felt. His moans turn into a whine as Teo feels himself gushing cum, more cum than he knew he had in him, over his tight, flat stomach, upon to his chest, all over Chance's chest, he can't stop, it just keeps flowing. How hands are locked on to Chance's firm ass, willing him to fuck him deeper, Teo realizes he's not longer in control, it's entirely his body's experience now.
Chance yells "Fuuuuck!" as he witnesses Teo's hands-free gush of an orgasm and feels he's about to blow too, he wants his seed mixed with Teo's, gripped by this, he pulls out of Teo and Teo seeing what's going on, even in his own spasms, grips Chance's rock hard shaft, and begins to stroke his cock in a tight grip.
Which apparently was not even necessary, Chance was already there. Teo sees Chance's cock head swell and his shaft, somehow, get even stiffer and then he is being sprayed. Hosed down in thick, creamy cum spurts. Chance sounds like he's in pain, his release is so powerful and intense. Teo, covered before, is drenched in their combined semen. Pooling in his belly button, sprayed up his throat and onto his face, his chest entirely covered. Teo's tongue flicks out to taste the cum on his lips and feels his own cock give another spasm of aftershock at the deliciousness of it. "Naturally his cum tastes amazing." thinks Teo.
Chance then flops down pinning a very happy Teo to the bed. Chance's hands grab Teo's as he lifts himself enough to kiss him, softly, while lightly pinning Teo down. Teo grins, his nerves entirely dissipated, like the contents of his balls in that moment. "Well I guess there's some laundry to do now." he says.
Chance begins to laugh, Teo joining him, both men a little shocked at what took them in its grip. "Well I gotta give you something to do, right? Have to keep Mrs. Westcott's work ethic alive." he quips back.
"Oh my god," says Teo, "I hope I was as good as she is." Causing Chance to laugh even harder.
"This is new territory for me, in the domestic help department." responds Chance. "But hopefully, it's territory I can explore again?"
"Well," says Teo "You're the boss, it's literally what I'm here for, you know, anything you need or want." This time, the innuendo is not only crystal clear but delivered with a new-found flirty confidence.
Chance wrapped the other man deeply in his arms and began kissing him again, thoughts of laundry not very high up in either man's mind at that moment.
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It had been a long drive. The weather was not horrible, but it had been slow. The recent snowstorm had complicated things a little bit more than I was expecting. The roads were thick with people attempting to go out in the snow. It never ceases to amaze me how people drive when the weather goes just a hair shy of normal. Whether snow, rain, or even a little bit of wind, people never cease to prove how bad they can drive. Snow being the culprit this day, I did not mind a little slow driving. It was still tiring to deal with all of it though. Of course, without it, I would not have made the trip in the first place. Or set up the arrangements for this lesson.
I am not an expert snowboarder, but I tend to hold my own in some crazy situations. I have not found a slope yet that I could not handle. Though, I did find a frozen waterfall in Canada that I would not go near. Watching people attempt to navigate from the ski-lift was very entertaining. I am not completely convinced I could not do it; it was just not something I am quite ready to try. That and the sign at the top saying that taking this trail is putting your life in your hands, is a bit of a deterrent. Though, difficult slopes do not deter me. Sure, you must take some things a little slower than others, but that is part of the learning process. Snowboarding for 8 years has taught me a few things, and some of those things I like to pass on to others from time to time. Which is why I made this trip in the first place.
Snowboarding on your own can be a lot of fun. However, nothing can quite compare to snowboarding with someone. There is a certain amount of camaraderie on the slopes that just cannot be explained. Not to mention the fact that when you get into a "hairy" situation, you want someone to have your back. At the very least, it is nice to have someone to laugh with about the stupid stuff you just did. Unfortunately, it is quite rare that I can just find someone walking off the street that can keep up with me. I am not trying to say that I am good, but most folks that I ride with cannot keep up. So, I relegate myself to the role of teacher with the occasional solo jaunt at breakneck speed so that I still feel like I am doing something for myself.
Teaching someone how to snowboard is not an easy thing. Nor am I the best of teachers. But if someone is willing to listen to the things I have to say, and follow in the moves I make, they might pick up a thing or two. Knowing that, I quite often volunteer to instruct people I know.
That is how I wound up making this trip up into the mountains. Traffic had not been too bad, but it had been frustrating enough that I was glad to be out of the car and at my destination. I took a minute to stretch my legs and reach for the sky. My back popped once, eliciting a sigh of relief. I gazed up at the sky, watching the clouds drift by. The air was cold and crisp, and it was perfect weather to snowboard in. It had been cold in these parts for a respectable number of days, and the snow was sure to be fresh, soft, and ready for us.
The hotel was not a large or grandiose place, but it was nice. It had that down-home look that some places manage to keep while still being a busy hotel. With a bag of gear slung over one shoulder, and a board over the other, I made my way into the lobby. A quick check with the receptionist gave me the room number of my student, so I headed upstairs.
Before any true lesson can begin, you must get the person fitted into their gear. Being comfortable on the slopes makes an enormous difference when trying to learn. Any time I endeavor to teach someone, I always meet them before going to the slopes to make sure all the gear is set up to make them as comfortable as possible. This would be no different, except that we are meeting at a hotel to get set up before going to the mountain.
Wearing dark blue sweats, a white T-shirt, my heavy snow jacket, and a Nike running hat, I am not exactly the mark of high fashion. Again, comfort is the key here. Not that I would be wearing this on the slopes, I have a pair of snow pants in the bag that I will change into later. Soft "Ugg" boots are also necessary. Easy to change in and out of, and comfortable for long drives. Not to mention they keep my feet quite warm while walking in the snow. None of this would normally even cross my mind, but my student is not a typical one. This one was a woman I have never met.
Talking to someone online about meeting and doing something is never quite the same. Especially since there is a certain amount of flirtation that takes place online with the assurance of anonymity. Taking things into real life crosses certain barriers that some people have a tough time with. Not to mention it is like a blind date. You never know exactly what you are getting into. It is hard to say you know someone until you meet them in person. So, this trip is a double whammy. Not only am I meeting this woman for the first time, but I am going to teach how to ride a snowboard. Not an easy task, but one I am sure I am up for.
I found the stairs to the second floor of the hotel with ease. I could take the elevator, but something about climbing a flight of stairs just makes me feel more alive. Sure, with all this gear, it would have been a lot easier to take the elevator, but I never did like elevators. Given a choice, I will pick the stairs every time.
The second floor of the hotel is quiet and small. Soft lights are spaced down the hall in a zigzag pattern leaving small pools of mellow darkness around some of the doors while bathing others in light. The effect struck me as odd, but pleasant. The carpet is soft and plush beneath my boots, and I wonder what it would feel like barefoot. Later I will have some time to test that, but right now, I need to meet someone, and have them try on some gear.
It occurs to me that I really have no idea what time it is. I had stopped wearing a watch many years ago, and my cell phone is sitting in my car. When wearing sweatpants, one is slightly limited in locations for the placement of a cell phone. I suppose I could have stuck it in my jacket pocket, but that thought had not occurred to me when I got out of the car. Oh well. I had told her 11am and I really had no clue what time it was.
Her room was about halfway down the hall, and I stopped in front of her door. I debated for a moment whether to set the snowboard down and lean it against the wall or continue to hold it. I will simply have to pick it up again anyways, so why bother? It is not exactly a comfortable position to hold the snowboard against my left shoulder by the binding, but years of practice have taught me how to hold it so that the binding does not crush my shoulder, or my hand. Just one of those things you learn over time.
I pause for a moment, my heart thunders in my chest. I had seen a picture of her once, but pictures do not really do people justice. There is always something to be said about seeing someone in person. I feel like a nervous teenager on his first date again. Never a fun position to be in. My hands feel sweaty, and I wipe my right hand on my sweats. Then knock once on the door.
I hear footsteps inside coming towards the door, and for one horrible moment I think that my information was wrong. What if some crazy man is staying here and I just woke him up? Would this be the last thing I ever do, standing in this hall like an idiot, with my life about to be erased by some lunatic with no conscience? I look up and down the hall, half hoping that someone will be there for me to call out for help. But then again, what if all that is false? Then I will look like even more of an idiot calling out when this woman opens the door. My heartbeat thunders, the door opens, and my heart stops.
Standing in the doorway is a woman that I can only describe as a Goddess. Sandy blonde hair played across her shoulders. Still damp from a recent shoulder, it glows in the light as if it has a life of its own. Her eyes enrapture me. A deep blue that seems to fill with the softness of a thousand pillows yet at the same time seems to resonate in the deepest oceans. Full, gorgeous lips part as she looks at me. Tucked around her incredible body is a single towel, revealing an incredible set of cleavage that any man would love to spend a lifetime exploring. The towel hugs her small frame, with a small knot tucked under her left arm. Supple, full hips push up against the bottoms of the towel, and incredible legs taper down to the ground at her perfect feet.
"Uh... h... h... Hi.," I stammered. She smiled at me, and I found my voice as I look into those eyes, "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Yes," her voice floated across my skin, making gooseflesh break out across my arms. It floated down my spine making me tingle down to my toes. She took one step through the doorway towards me, "you did."
"I... I am... sorry," I stammered again, "I could come back later." A slight sadness creeps into her eyes as she took another step towards me, within arm's reach, "Or I could... uh... wait outside."
She shakes her head, that gorgeous hair played across her bare shoulders, as she leans into me and gives me a hug. Her arms encircle me, underneath my jacket, pulling me against her. Those incredible breasts pressed against my upper abdomen, and her head leaned against my shoulder.
"Or... I... uh... could help you get dressed."
"Help." She whispered into my ear. I shivered again knowing all the implications of that one word. I encircled her waist with my right arm, pulled her against me, savoring the wonderful feel of her full body against mine. I pulled her tight and leaned back just enough to lift her off the ground, and she hugged me tighter, holding herself against me while I carried her into the hotel room. I set her down on her feet and closed the door behind me.
She did not let go of me but remained in place as I set down the snowboard against the inside of the door and lifted the duffle bag off my shoulder. She slipped her right arm out from under the strap, but otherwise does not move. Then I slipped the jacket off and dropped it to the floor behind me. Then I encircled her with both my arms, pulling her tight against me, savoring the feel of her full body pressed tight against mine. The fullness of my erection presses against her. For a moment, I am embarrassed to be wearing sweatpants. If these had been jeans, then that would not be so noticeable. Maybe. She did not draw back but pressed herself against me even tighter. I ran my hands over her back, kneading the tight muscles through the towel with my fingertips.
She tilted her head up towards my ear and whispered in a husky voice that again makes me shiver, "I think there is something else you forgot to unpack..."
I looked down into her eyes, just a little puzzled, seeing a twinkle of mischief play across her features. She smiled at me as she slipped one hand inside my sweats and boxers. I closed my eyes as her fingers played across the hardness of my erection. Her other hand slipped down the backside of my sweats, and into my boxers as well, feeling the hardness of my ass.
In one swift motion, she dropped into a crouch, pulling my clothes down with her. The suddenness of it caught me off-guard and I leaned back into the door to keep from falling over. I looked down at her and caught her incredible eyes gazing up into mine. They sparkled with desire. I shivered again, as I looked down at her incredible cleavage that showed extremely well.
Then her tongue flicked out across the tip of my dick. My eyes slipped closed again, as I felt her lips pulling my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around me causing my head to swim. My heartbeat accelerated, and the air came out of my lungs in ragged breathes as she licked and sucked on the tip of my manhood. One of her hands grabbed my leg, digging her nails into it as her teeth raked over me, causing another shiver to run down my back.
I clapped a hand to my face, biting my own fingers as her lips slid farther down the shaft of my throbbing cock, pushing the head of it deeper into her mouth. Then she slid back, pumping it in and out of her mouth. I started to groan, a deep guttural noise that slipped out of me. Her left-hand slipped around my balls, gently squeezing them, the tips of her fingers pressing into the tender flesh behind them, while she sucked on me with incredible fierceness. Her right-hand wrapped around my shaft, squeezing until I thought I was going to burst. I can start to feel my eyes bugging out of my head as she pumps my shaft in her fierce grip while she swirled her tongue around the tip of me.
Then she released her vice-like grip on me and plunged my throbbing cock down her throat. "Good Grief!", the words slipped out of my mouth before I can stop them as she kissed my groin, my dick completely inside of her. In a slow steady motion, she slid her head back, letting me out of her. My left-hand clutched to the wall, looking for something to grab as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Her hand clamped down on me again, pumping life into me, as she sucked and flicked and nipped at me. White light filled my eyes.
The incredible pleasure that washed over me, drove me into the unimaginable depths of a snow-covered mountain forest of deep powder the likes of which every snowboarder dreams of riding. Her teeth raked across my skin, and I twitched and spasmed. The powder flowed around me, throwing up an enormous rooster tail of white that only the deepest, lightest powder can produce. Her tongue curled around my balls throwing me into such ecstasy that I plunged into the deepest turn of my life, cascading the mountain with fresh powder, and leaping into the air in an insane grab. I twisted and twirled in the air, and then land throwing more powder all over the place. Her hands grasped my legs and her mouth closed over me again, pulling me into her incredible depths. Her tongue twisted and swirled around me pulling into ecstasy the likes of which I had never dreamed possible. I exploded into the air again, off a cliff of incredible height. I grabbed my board, twisting and spinning in the air. As the ground comes up to greet me, I release, in perfect form, and land the most incredible landing. Her teeth raked across the tender flesh of the head of my dick, and I whipped into another deep turn throwing off a wave of powder high enough to drown a man.
Then one of her hands closed around my balls, squeezing tight, as her other hand closed around my shaft, with vice-like intensity. She pumped my cock, sucking on the head of it, swirling her tongue around it, nipping with her teeth. My back twitched. My legs spasmed. And I exploded into the air off a cliff of truly unimaginable proportions. The snow fell from the sky in a gentle wave of coolness that brushed around me as I twisted and spun holding onto my board with perfect form and a style all my own. She pumped faster, and I spun higher. She sucked harder than I thought possible for any living human being to accomplish, and suddenly I hit the ground in an explosion of pent-up frustration and ecstasy that left me out of breath and sagging against the door. My legs twitched and spasmed beyond my ability to control, and I started to slide down the door, until I was sitting on my duffle bag.
During all of this, she did not let go. She continued to suck up every drop of me that came out. I leaned back against the door, totally and completely spent. Still, she did not let go. Her hand gripped me with vice like pressure, pumping every lost drop out. Then she looked up at me, and those incredible blue eyes met mine. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and smiled at me. Then she slipped it back in and took it all the way down into her throat, her lips touched my groin again. I shuddered, and spasmed, my legs twitching. Then she sucked on me with all the considerable force she could muster.
She released me again and sat back on the balls of her feet. She untied the edge of her towel, wiped her mouth, and chin off with it, and then tucked it back into place. All without revealing anything to me. I sat up and pulled the ends of my sweatpants off my feet. Then I lifted the t-shirt off my chest and tossed it aside. She smiled at me, radiant beauty filling my being as I finished undressing. Then I leaned into her and wrapped my arms about her. She wrapped her legs around me, as I stood up and carried her further into the hotel room.
She leaned her head against my shoulder and kissed my neck, as I lay her down on the bed. She pulled me down on top of her, and we kissed with all the passion of two long lost lovers, our tongues twisting around each other. We parted and looked into each other's eyes. Those incredible deep blue beauties filled me with a desire to please her. To make this goddess happy. This incredible woman who is more than just the woman who plagued my dreams, but a creature of the gods made flesh. More beautiful than an angel in the heavens, this woman, this goddess is mine.
I kissed her jaw, my teeth slipping over her skin, as my hands found her legs and pulled lines across them. Then I worked my way, with my teeth and lips, towards her ear. When I got there, I pulled her earlobe into my mouth, running my teeth across the tender flesh. I nibbled on it, massaging it with my teeth, flicking it with my tongue. Then I worked up the edge of her ear, sucking and nibbling as I went. She sighed at me; her breath warm against my neck. Her hands pulled across my back, pulling me against her. I kissed behind her ear, nipping at the sweetness of skin there.
Then I worked down her neck, grinding the soft skin with my teeth. I sucked on her succulent flesh savoring the taste of her. My hands slipped under her towel, feeling the firmness of her strong thighs. Her fingers dug into my back, and slid down towards my ass, leaving a burning trail where they went. Her thighs clamped against mine, pulling me onto her. I worked my way a little further down her neck, my teeth digging into her upper shoulder as I let the weight of my body lie down against her. My hips settled against the soft swell of hers.
Working across her collarbone, I scraped my teeth across her flesh, flicking it with my tongue as I went. When I reached the middle, I ran my tongue across the soft gap between the bones, then closed my mouth across her barred throat, gently scraping her with my teeth and sucking on her sweetness. A soft sigh of pleasure slipped out through her lips.
I slid my left hand up over her side, over the towel, I felt the firmness of her right breast beneath the towel. Then I ran my tongue down her sternum to the edge of the towel over her chest. Bracing my weight with my right hand, I raised myself up off her. She looked up at me, her eyes looking over me as her hands trailed along my back and arms. Then I reached down and undid the knot holding the towel in place. Her hands rested on my arms as I pulled the towel open to reveal her naked body.
As the towel falls to the bed around her, I marvel at her incredible body. The gentle swell of her breasts with nipples that cried out to the heavens for the careful caresses of tender affection. The smooth lines of her flat stomach leading down into her groin. The gentle swell of her hips leading into those incredible legs. And then her groin. That perfect intersection of legs and torso that called to me, and drew me in. Smooth and clean, a mound of perfect flesh that called out to the worship of all men. Two lips so perfectly shaped that I cannot imagine anything in the world that could compare. She is, indeed, a Goddess in human form.
I leaned forward on top of her body, the firmness of my erection resting against her groin, my hands bracing the bed beneath her arms, and our lips met. The swell of her breasts pushed against my chest; her nipples firm against my flesh. Our lips parted, and our tongues twisted around each other's. Her arms circle around my back, her nails scraping over my skin. My left hand goes through her hair, feeling the silky smoothness of it, while the right grips the back of her shoulder.
Then I drew back from her, kissing her chin and neck. Then I moved lower, kissing the top of her sternum and then pulled my tongue down the center of her chest. Gently grasping her right breast, I pull my tongue across her left. I swirled it around her nipple, and then pulled it into my mouth, feeling it tighten between my lips. I suck on it, feeling the sublime texture of it in my mouth. Then I pinched her nipple between my teeth, pulling ever so softly on it. While doing this, my right-hand curled around her other breast, my fingers plucked at her nipple, pulling softly, squeezing her nipple. Then I pulled my teeth softly across her tender flesh, feeling the gooseflesh rise as I pass over her. Then I pulled my mouth off, and blew fresh, cool air across her still moist skin. Moving over to her other breast, I treated it with the same attention.
One hand still on her chest, I moved my tongue down her stomach, dipping into her navel. Then doing a slow circle around her navel and blowing on it. Then I suck at the tender flesh of her stomach, pulling a hair of it between my teeth and pinching it and releasing her. Then I moved a little lower, pulling my tongue across her sublime flesh moving down to the goddess's perfection of womanhood.
I pulled my left hand down across her stomach, dragging my nails as I moved it. She sucked in her breath through gritted teeth as I placed my left hand on the top of her mound, running my thumb over the upper edge of her lips. I placed my right hand on top of her left thigh as I leaned in and ran my tongue over her lips, the tip barely parting her perfection. Then, with gentle pressure, I parted her lips with my thumb, and flicked her clitoris with my tongue. A soft moan escaped her lips. I leaned in a little closer, pulling her clitoris into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it, sucking on it. One of her hands gripped my hair, pulling me against her, as her breathing pattern sped up.
I pulled back a hair, gently ran my tongue along the insides of her lips, parting them ever so slightly as I work from the top of her mound to the bottom and then back up the other side. She moans, as her fingers pull across my scalp, as I slipped my tongue a little deeper into her, flicking it against her insides. She squirmed against me, but not enough to move away. Her right leg twitched under my hand. I took my right hand off her leg, and suck on my index finger for just a minute, and then I slipped it into her vagina. With a small amount of effort, I slipped it in up to the first knuckle. The tightness of her wrapped around my finger, and I rested it there for a minute, parting her lips with my thumb and running my tongue along the sweetness of her. Then I pulled my thumb upwards, across her clitoris, causing her to squirm a bit beneath me, then up to the top of her mound. Then I ran my tongue over the outsides of her lips, parting them ever so gently and pulling her left side into my mouth, sucking on it, and pulling my teeth across the delicacy of it. She moaned and squirmed as I released one side and did the same to the other.
Then I parted her lips again, with my thumb, and ran my tongue over her clit, lavishing it with generous flicks of my tongue while sliding my finger a bit deeper into her. I could feel her pussy, like a squeezing vice around my finger, the tightness of it totally amazed me. I pushed it up to the next knuckle, and then slid it out. While doing that, I continued to run my tongue over her clit. Pulled her clitoris back into my mouth, I sucked on it again, running my teeth over its perfect shape.
She shivered as I drew back from her and sucked on my middle and index finger. Then I leaned into her again and parted her lips with my thumb. I ran my tongue over the opening into her vagina and dipped my tongue down into the sweetness of her savoring the wonderful taste. Then I moved upwards, licking her lips, and sucking on them, while I gently pushed my fingers into her pussy. I could feel her back arching against me, and her legs straightened as my fingers slowly pushed into the tightness inside of her. I leaned into it, using my weight as leverage against her, slowly pushing my fingers in, until my knuckles pushed against her. Then she grabbed my hair with a fierceness, and I buried my face in her. My tongue darted into her, licking, and flicking across her as I withdraw my fingers halfway, and then pushed them back in. Her breath rushed in and out through clenched teeth as I pulled her clit into my mouth again, sucking on it as fiercely as she pulled on my hair.
Pulling back from her, I slipped my fingers out and stood up. Then I leaned forward against her, resting my groin against hers, my rock-hard erection pushing against the edge of her mound. Then I placed my index and middle fingers against her lips, letting her smell her own sweet juices. She opened her mouth and pulled my fingers in, her hands reaching out and pulling me closer to her. She sucked on my fingers, raking her teeth across them. I kissed her neck below her jaw line, under her right ear, nipping at the flesh. Then I pulled back and kneeled again between her legs. As I knelt, I pulled my left hand down across her chest, and stomach; dragged my nails deliciously across her tantalizing flesh.
As I knelt, I rested my right hand on the nightstand next to the bed and noticed a glass of ice sitting there. Reaching into the glass, I pulled out a single ice cube, and slipped it into my mouth. I sucked on it, melting off the sharp edges then pulled it out. Placing my left hand on the top of her mound, I parted her lips with my thumb again, running it over her clit. She quivered in anticipation. Then I leaned into her and ran my cold tongue over her hot lips. A gasp burst from her mouth at the sudden coldness against her. I flicked my tongue between her lips, across the opening to her vagina, tasting her sweetness and her heat. Then I ran my tongue across her clitoris and sat back for a moment. Her legs twitched and spasmed and she moaned at me.
I pushed my left hand against her right knee, parting her legs a little wider, and positioned my left elbow on her right thigh. Then I leaned into her and ran a single piece of ice across her mound, letting the quickly melting ice water drip down over her lips. Her legs twitched and spasmed, and her breath came out in quick gasps as I slid the ice cube over her lips, barely letting the tip slip between. Then I pulled the ice cube off her hot body, and leaned in, licking off the excess water before it dripped away. Parting her lips, I ran the ice cube over her clit, swirling it around inside of her lips. The ice cube started to melt away, so I slid it down lower, over the opening to her vagina and let it melt there, doing circles around her incredible hole. Then I leaned in again, and licked up the excess water, feeling her tense and twitch beneath me.
As I licked off my fingers, I sat back on my heels and reached over and grabbed another piece of ice. I slipped it into my mouth, sucking off the sharp edges. Then I pulled it out and ran it over the top of her incredible mound again. I slipped my tongue between her luscious lips, the tip barely dipping into her vagina, catching the icy water as it rolled over her. Then I ran the ice cube a little lower, rolling it around inside her lips, and over her clit. Pulling it off, I ran my tongue over her clit, licking up the icy water. Then I slipped the ice cube inside her lips again, and slipped it inside her pussy, pushing it up in until only the tip remains out. Her legs shivered and twitched against me as I pulled it out, running it around her lips again. Then I slipped it inside over her again, and with the tip of my index finger, pushed it just inside her lips. Then I let go of it and ran my tongue over her lips and clitoris.
Slipping my tongue inside her incredible pussy, I sucked what was left of the ice cube out. Then I ran my tongue inside her vagina, sucking the icy sweet juice out. Then I stood up and leaned over her sublime body. Sweat had broken out across her brow and her eyes were filled with a wild desire as I leaned over and kissed her. Our lips parted, and I let the ice cube fall into her mouth. Our tongues danced across its cold penetration and sweet taste. Then I broke free of her, stood back up. I grabbed another ice cube from the cup, popped it into my mouth, and knelt between her legs again.
I leaned into her again and ran my tongue over her sublime labial lips. Her skin was only slightly cool under my tongue and would be hot again very soon. I parted her lips with my tongue and swirled it around her clitoris. She quivered and spasmed as I pushed the ice cube against her and moved lower, dragging it with my tongue. Then I got to the opening into her vagina, and using my tongue, I pushed it as deep into her as possible. Her legs twitched and kicked out against me. I placed my right hand on her knee, steadying her as I stood.
I knelt between her legs and pushed my rock-hard erection against her mound, running the tip of it against her mound, and slipping it between her lips. I ran it over her clitoris, savoring the cool feel it against my hot flesh. Then I pushed my dick into her vagina, feeling the tip of the ice cube push against me. Using my weight as leverage, and rising off my heels on the floor, I slid further up onto bed, pushing my groin against hers. My throbbing cock slid up into her fully, and the pressure of her incredible pussy throbbed around me. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me as I slid her a little farther into the middle of the bed and slid my knees up under her thighs.
Leaning forward against her, I ground my hips against hers, feeling the icy coldness of the ice cube pushing between the two of us. I leaned forward over her, setting my hips against hers, placing my hands on the bed beneath her arms. I laid my body down across hers, savoring the feel of her skin against mine, her nipples pressing against my chest. Our lips met, and the passionate fire between us ignited. Our hips ground against each other, her legs wrapped around me, her hands pulling nails down my back as our tongues twisted and battled one another.
Our passionate kiss broke, and I nudged her cheek with mine, turning her head to her right, as I kissed her jaw line. I pulled my groin back off hers easing myself out of her with a slow methodical movement, then as I wrapped my lips around her ear, teasing her tender flesh with my teeth, I slid back into her. A soft sigh slips from her lips, and her breath felt hot against my neck as she pulled me tight against her. I ground my hips against hers, the tip of my throbbing cock pushing against the icy coldness lodged deep within her as her nails dug lines across my back. As I slid part of myself out of her again, I ran my tongue over the edge of her ear, and pulled the soft cartilage into my mouth, kneading it with my teeth. Then I released her ear, and kissed the soft skin behind it, moving down into the open expanse of her throat. Once there, I latched my mouth onto her succulent flesh and dug my teeth into her. As I slid myself fully back into her, I sucked at her neck, savoring the wonderful taste of her.
Then I moved down across her deltoid muscle, digging my teeth into her flesh, massaging it as I slid my hands to her sides, letting my weight settle against her. I ran my hands across her sides, dragging my nails, then across her thighs and down her legs behind me. Her breath was hot against my neck, moving in and out of her lungs with a quickness that belied the subtle motion of my hips against hers. Then I pulled her legs out from behind me, as I continued to grind my teeth against her deltoid and pressed them against the bed. Letting go of her legs, I pulled my hands up along her sides and then pressed against the bed, lifting my chest off hers.
I gazed down across her incredible body as I sat back on my heels, grinding myself so fully into her, that my eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of it. I felt the coldness of the ice cube pressing against me. A shiver ran down my back, and I realized that it was not as cold as it used to be. I could no longer feel the hardness of it inside of her, but the tightness of her nearly overwhelmed me. Then I looked down at her again. Her piercing eyes are closed, her tongue playing across such full lips that I wanted so much to press against mine again. Her succulent neck of grace and beauty looked and smelled so sweet, I could taste the wonder of it in my mouth. Those perfect, pliable, incredible breasts, I reached down and played my hands across them. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers over them. So incredible that I never wanted to take my hands off them again. Below that, her flat stomach shuddered and sighed with the breath that slipped in and out of her. I longed to kiss and nuzzle that amazing expanse of skin. Finally, my gaze settled down on her groin. That incredible stretch of smooth tender skin that parted across her lips that wrap around my throbbing cock driven so deep into her. This picture, this amazing picture before me belied my dreams, and defied the reality of it before me. I forced my eyes over it again, attempting to memorize it in every detail so that I would never forget the wonder and amazement of it.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me, a question played across her features. She watched me memorizing every inch of her, her expression softening, as she realized what I was doing. In a gentle, slow motion, I rolled my hips back, only withdrawing a small bit. She smiled, and I felt her squeezing tight around me. I pushed back in, and the pressure eased. As I started to withdraw again, she exercises the same extraordinary muscular control. I could feel the pull of her insides squeezing tight around me, pulling back into her. I looked down at her, in awe of that exquisite muscular control. She smiled, a mischievous knowing smile.
As I started to withdraw from her again, I could feel a soft coolness seeping out of her. As I slipped backwards, pulled free of her, she pouted at me. Then I leaned in and licked up the soft cool mix of fresh water and her sweet juices that seeped out of her. She shivered against my touch, one hand coming to rest on my head as I darted my tongue into her, pulling a little more of the sweet fluid out. I swirled it in my mouth and sat up. Leaning down against her, I kissed her and let the fluid pass between our lips.
While we shared in that sweet, cool fluid, I slid my hips against hers, pressing the rock-hard head of my manhood against her lips. I pressed against her but was unable to slide inside her. The tightness of her not allowing me in. I broke off from her kiss and drew back from her enough to see her face. She smiled, a half shrug in her eyes and the twitch of her mouth. Then her fingers wrapped tight around me pulling me against her. She ground her hips against mine as I pushed against her. Her eyes slipped closed as the tip started to penetrate her. I could not help but let a soft chuckle out as I sat back on my heels, driving myself fully into her. She let loose a shuddering sigh that echoed my own as my hips met hers.
Then I reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling them together against my chest. I kissed the bottoms of her feet and the backs of her calves as I ground my hips against hers in a slow continuous motion. As I raked my teeth across the sublime skin of her legs I reached down and placed my right hand on her hip, pulling her body against mine as I rolled my hips into her. With my left hand, I grabbed the top side of her right thigh, squeezing her leg. As I nibbled on the side of her leg I looked down at her, and found her eyes squeezed shut, one hand grabbing the blankets, while the other gently caresses her left breast.
We started to find a rhythm together. She rocked her hips against me as I slid fully into her. Our groins pushed together, fully engulfing me inside her vice-like grip. Our breathing now synchronized. Each time I pulled back, she rocked her hips away, almost to the point of me coming lose. Only the tip of my throbbing erection remained within, then we rocked back together. We become as one. This Goddess and I. Riding a mountain of ecstasy, joined at the hips. Carving through the trees of life, through powder as deep and soft you could ever dream of.
Our pace quickened. Our hearts raced. I could feel the climax of our union fast approaching. I was not ready for this to stop. I could feel the cliff approaching that we were about to hurtle ourselves off. Our muscles tensed, clenched, ready to burst. Not yet! I did not know if I whispered the words, or yelled them to the heavens. I forced myself to take deep breaths, to break the rhythm. I could feel her beneath me, around me, clenching against me. Squeezing so tight, I felt like to burst. Oh, that sweet explosion. It would be so easy to let go, and let this end. It was too much! I could not! I wanted this to last a lifetime, for all eternity. This Goddess, I could not let this end now. Not yet!
I grabbed her legs and spread them to the bed. I sat back on my heels, still driving in and out of her, but at a slower pace. Her breath was still too fast. I pushed down on her stomach with one hand, but she shivered and spasmsedat my touch. I placed a hand on her mound, slipped my fingers around her clitoris. I rubbed and twisted, and she responded. While keeping my pace slow, and taking deep breaths, I rubbed across her clitoris as she hit that climax.
I slid my throbbing manhood as deep as I could, pushing our groins together as she thrashed like a wild animal. Her hands pulled at the blankets, the towel was torn free and hurled across the room. Her eyes bored into mine as she bit her lip so hard, she nearly drew blood. Her legs spasmed and twitched, kicking at the air. Shuddering spasms rocked her whole body. I sat back on my heels, fully engulfed inside her, letting her ride it out. That exquisite muscular control squeezed my manhood so hard; I felt like to burst. I forced myself to take deep shuddering breaths, to fight against that exquisite ecstasy. Somehow, I succeeded. I managed to stave off my climax.
As her shudders and spasms started to calm, I leaned forward, pushing her legs to the bed with my hips, I laid against her. Pressing my chest against hers. Those incredible, firm nipples pressed against me. Our lips met, and her kiss was fierce and savage. Our tongues did battle as I held her close, feeling her body slowing to a more normal rhythm. Her breathing closer to mine.
Then I sat back on my heels, slipping my arms out from behind her, letting my hands linger on her sides, pulling across her sublime belly. I reached out and placed my hands on her breasts, marveling at their feel. I ran my thumbs across her nipples, feeling them stiffen beneath my touch. Then I turned my head and noticed the cup of ice sitting on the night stand. A few pieces still remained, partly melted. She followed my glance, and her eyes widened a hair. A slight knowing smile played across her face. I was struck by the utter beauty that became her in that smile. I would do anything to please this Goddess. Climb any mountain, slay any monster. If only she asked that I never leave her side. Or to never pull out of her. As if she caouldread my mind, and in response, she squeezed my cock again. Her smile was now a bit mischievous, as she bit her lip. My body shuddered in response.
I reached over and grabbed the cup. Then I started to withdraw from her, but she clenched tight on me. My cock was about halfway out. She bit her lip at me, her eyes twinkling. I slid back in, and she sighed with content. Then I started to pull out again, and she clenched on me again, only allowing half of my throbbing cock to pull out. I cocked an eyebrow at her. She pouted, and released me. I nodded my head in thanks.
Then I slowly withdrew the rest of my cock from her. She groaned softly, a sound of need and desire. It slid down my back, raising gooseflesh on my arms. My cock throbbed between her legs. I shivered as I watched her fluids dripping off my softly throbbing dick. I held the cup in one hand and poured one of the partially melted ice cubes into my hand. Then I set the cup back on the nightstand. Her eyes twinkled at me as I smiled down at her.
Then I placed the ice on the top of her mound and slid it down through her labia. She moaned softly, her body shivering as I moved the ice down to her ass. She moaned loudly, as I slipped it around her asshole. Then I watched her eyes, seeing the need and desire burning in them as I pushed it into her ass. She exhaled sharply as the ice slipped into her. I slowly pushed it deeper into her with my middle finger until my knuckles pushed against her ass. Her body rocked against me; her hips pushed against my hand. I slowly withdrew my finger and licked it clean.
Then I reached down and grabbed my dick. I pushed the head of it through her lips, and then against her asshole. She moaned loudly, her hips thrusting against me, pushing the head of my cock into her ass. The tip started to slip into her, and I could feel the cold of the ice against the tip. She sat up, reached down to grab my hips, and pulled me into her. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips as the head of my dick slipped into her ass.
Her ass clenched on the shaft of my cock as our lips parted. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as my dick slid deeper into her. I could feel the ice against the tip of me as I slid deeper into her. She grabbed my hips, trying to pull me deeper into her. She rocked her hips against mine as the last few inches slid into her. She moaned loudly as my groin pressed against her ass. She exhaled sharply and bit my lip. She ground her hips against mine, feeling the length of my cock inside her, filling her. I moaned in pleasure feeling her ass clench and squeeze on my dick.
I looked into her eyes, saw the raw need and desire there. A tear slipped from one eye and slid down her cheek. I kissed it softly from her skin. She exhaled sharply again. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her body against mine. I felt her heart thundering in her chest. Her incredible breasts pressed tightly against my chest. I kissed her cheek, her chin, her neck. I licked her earlobe as her body shuddered against mine.
"Is this, okay?" I whispered softly into her ear. She nodded vigorously, her arms wrapped around my back, squeezing me against her. I kissed her ear again, softly grazing her skin with my teeth.
Then I rolled my hips back from hers, sliding my cock halfway out of her ass. She moaned loudly, her ass clenching hard, squeezing my dick with more force than I thought possible. My eyes squeezed shut against the intensity of it. I felt my climax surging through my body. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I was not ready, not yet. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, a mischievous grin on her face. As I watched she bit her lip, and a look of concentration passed over her face as she squeezed me even harder.
My mouth dropped open as my dick felt like it was going to burst. Reflexively, I slammed my cock back into her ass. My hips thrusting hard into hers. The impact rocked her body, her breasts rocked against me. Her eyes squeezed shut as more tears slipped down her cheeks. The muscles of her ass relaxed around my cock. I quickly slid back from her, until only the tip of my cock was still inside her. Then I slowly slid into her again. She exhaled sharply again and released her hold on my back, flopping back onto the bed. Her breasts rocked as she did. I sat there, on my heels, stunned by the view of her before me.
She licked her lips, her hands grasping her incredible breasts tightly as her body shuddered. The muscles of her stomach twitched. Perspiration collected on her brow, her breasts, across the flatness of her stomach. She spread her legs before me. My gaze drifted down to the sublime perfection of her pussy. The lips parted, showing the entrance into her, open and waiting. Below that, the throbbing length of my dick, the head still inside her ass. The view of it entranced me. I felt my cock throb inside her.
"Don't.... Don't stop..." She begged. There was a raw need in her voice. I could still feel the coolness of the melted ice water in her bowels seeping down onto the head of my dick. A shiver ran down my back. The muscles of my legs twitched. How did I get so lucky? This goddess begging me to fuck her. How could I refuse?
I slid my knees up under her thighs and gently rolled my hips forward into her. My rock-hard dick sliding up into her ass. She rolled her hips to meet mine, thrusting herself against me. Our groins met, and we exhaled sharply together. I could feel the pressure building up inside my balls again. My body clenched with the need to release. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, nodding her approval. She smiled, reached up, and gently caressed my cheek.
I nodded back as I slowly withdrew from her. She rolled her hips back, sliding most of my dick from her ass. Then we rolled together, our groins meeting as my cock slid home into her. We started to build a slow rhythm sliding our groins together, then apart. My dick sliding in and out of her tight ass. We exhaled in unison as our bodies met and parted.
The pressure of her bowels on my body started to drive me wild. My heart thundered in my chest as our pace started to increase. She bucked her hips faster against me, urging me to drive harder into her. I placed my hands on the bed under her legs, raising them up and pinning them as I drove into her harder. Each thrust rocked her incredible body. She rocked her hips against mine, driving me deeper into her. She clenched her ass around me as I drove into her, the pressure on my cock more than I could bear.
My muscles started to twitch. My balls clenched. Every muscle in my body started to go rigid with the effort to hold back my orgasm. She sensed my impending climax and rocked her hips against me harder, squeezed my dick inside her with even more force. I withdrew and slammed into her harder. Her head rocked back. Her back arched, she thrust her hips against me. I slid back and rammed home again, and my climax exploded over me.
My back arched as my legs seized. My head craned back as everything went rigid and locked in place. I felt myself emptying into her. My seed exploded into her bowels. Then my body went slack, and I collapsed upon her. My body landed heavily upon her. She bucked her hips against me one final time, her body quivering and shuddering beneath me. Her legs wrapped around me as I pulled my arms up and wrapped them around her, pulling her tightly against me. I rested my head upon her shoulder, her hair laying across my face. I kissed her ear softly while my pulse thundered in my ear.
She kissed my neck softly as she squeezed me against her. I felt her chest heaving beneath me as she drew deep shuddering breaths. Feeling the strength returning to my muscles, I slowly raised myself up and looked down at her. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her eyes were full of tender love and desire. She reached up and pulled my face down to hers. We kissed softly, teasing each other's mouths were our tongues.
Finally, we broke apart, breathing heavily. My hands slid up under her shoulders and into her hair. The silken texture of it sent a shiver down my spine. She smiled up at me, the beauty of that smile nearly broke my heart.
"Thank you" she whispered. I kissed her lips again, softly. Then pulled back and kissed the tears from her cheeks. She smiled at me again and my heart thudded heavily in my chest. Then she licked her lips and clenched her ass on my softening cock. I closed my eyes as I felt the sudden pressure along my dick. When I opened my eyes, she smiled at me again. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, as I felt more fluid leaking out of me into her. When we parted, she closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath.
While I felt my dick softening inside of her, I lay against her, feeling the beat of her heart against my chest. I laid my head against her shoulder, my lips brushing against her neck. I felt so content, and at peace that I wanted to stay that way forever. I knew it had to end sometime, but the feeling of her body against mine was absolute bliss. I lay there for a few moments, enjoying the smell of her hair and the feel of her skin. I ran my hand down her arm and clasped her hand in mine.
Eventually, my softening cock slipped from her ass. I heard her groan softly in disappointment. She turned and looked at me and smiled. I shrugged and she giggled in response. I started to sit up, and she pulled me down on top of her to kiss her again. As we broke, I chuckled softly.
"Mind if I take a shower?" I asked. She smiled and shook her head. As I sat up, her eyes lingered on my chest, then my groin. She watched my soft cock dangle in the air as I slid off the bed and stood. She sat up and slid off the bed next to me. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me. She looked at my face, watching me as she gently grasped the limp dick between my legs and slipped it into her mouth. I moaned in pleasure as she sucked the fluids off me. Satisfied, she stood and kissed me softly on the lips. Then she gestured to the shower, and I nodded my thanks.
I walked into the shower and flipped the lights on. I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. I stretched my sore muscles as she stepped in behind me and circled her arms around my waist. She laid her head against my back. Then she released me as I stepped into the shower. I let the water run over my face and hair. It coursed down over my body, rising the sweat and fluids from my body. I turned my back to the shower and let the water run down my back.
She pulled the curtain aside and slipped into the back of the shower. She stepped up against me, and pressed her body against mind, one arm slipping around my waist while the other pulled my face down to kiss her again. We traded positions and she let the water run down her chest while I stood behind her, my body pressed against hers. My dick started to stiffen, and I heard her soft gasp. She turned around and ran her fingers down its length and smiled. She looked up at me, and I shrugged.
"Did you want to try some snowboarding... Or..." I let the word hang in the air, hinting at other options, if she wanted them. She flashed me a wicked, mischievous grin.
She turned off the water and spoke softly to me, her voice husky with desire. "Take me to bed lover... We can play on the mountain tomorrow..."
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Which brings us back to the night Joe thinks everything changed. By now you will have realised that the night everything really changed was the night some five weeks previous when I'd gone through my sexual liberation as Joe played games downstairs with his mates. That was the catalyst for what happened this night.
It was games night again. I'd spent the week longing for it to come around. I got home just before Joe and realised that we didn't have anything in for dinner. ["Pizza it is."] I thought. Joe had a glum look on his face when he walked through the door.
"What's up?"
"Games night's cancelled. They're all down with some bug."
My heart sank. I popped to the loo and sat quietly swearing for a good five minutes before having a lightbulb moment. This was my opportunity to change our sex life. I certainly didn't want to miss out on my evening's entertainment and if Joe wasn't going out, he would just have to join in. But I would need to be subtle.
When I came out Joe was searching for something to watch on TV. I sat down next to him and suggested we find something we would both enjoy. I made sure I turned down the suggestions he made and only suggested things I knew he would laugh at. Just as he was getting to the point of giving up, "How about a game?" I asked. Not waiting for a response, or a suggestion as to which game he'd like to play, I grabbed the scrabble from the cupboard and started to set it up. I intended to spark his curiosity.
I started, 'F' 'U' blank 'K'. The blank was meant to be a 'C', but Joe took it for an 'N', so added a 'Y' to the end and OUTH below to form both FUNKY and YOUTH. FROLIC was next for me, followed by some words Joe had to check in the dictionary before he accepted them. I wasn't paying attention to where I played my words, just how many rude ones I could get down. Then I had TITS, but Joe just added the word BLUE in front (using the other blank for the 'B'). He just wasn't taking the bait.
As we played, I noticed that he kept looking up at the tele. We'd left Friends on in the background.
"You know you look up whenever Rachel speaks?" I said, as I added ABBIT to an 'R' on the right side of the board.
He denied it, as he did it yet again. He tried to justify his action by saying he was only looking and that didn't hurt. ["Interesting."] I thought. ["Very Interesting."] I added two 'P's, an 'I', an 'L' and an 'E' to the 'N' and the 'S' that were already on my board. Joe was looking up again, this time it was more than a glance. So, I looked at the screen to see that Rachel's nipples were pushing out the fabric of the top she had on. ["Very, Very Interesting"]. I chuckled as I rearranged the letters on my board. ["What a coincidence."] I thought.
Joe panicked when he realised that he'd been taking ages and decided to ditch the letters he had and miss a turn. That left me with a prime location for my NIPPLES, adding the 'S' to the end of RABBIT. I counted up my score.
"125!" The delight in my voice must have hit Joe hard, and the blood drained from his face as he realised that he was in for a thrashing. I don't think he looked up at the tele again. He was too busy concentrating and trying to regain some of the ground. Not wanting to upset him too much, I made sure I was left with the 'Q' and the 'Z', which gave me -20 and him +20. Even so, I still won by 69 points.
Joe started to pack the game away whilst I went to get us some drinks. I picked up a vest top from a pile of my daughter's old clothes in the hall. Once in the kitchen I pulled off my top and bra, gave my nipples a tap to get them erect, and stretched the vest over my body.
"Is this what you find so hot about Rachel?" I joked when I returned, and he tried to laugh it off.
Joe wanted to get his revenge by playing something else. But I was determined to seduce him, so snuggled down beside him and turned the tele up a bit. A plan started to develop in my mind as we watched the 'freebie list' episode of Friends. As it ended, I turned to make direct eye contact with him, and asked if Rachel would be on his freebie list. His brain searched for a reply as he stumbled over his words.
"I'm just kidding." I laughed. Then I jumped onto his lap, pulled my top off, and told him that he could have my boobs anytime he liked. His jaw dropped, so I stuck my tongue into his mouth, and explored every nook and cranny. His penis hardened and pushed up against me. Then he reverted to what he knew, massaging my back. We may be on the sofa rather than the bed, but I was worried that we'd just end up having five minutes of sex and then a cup of tea. I needed to do something different.
I broke away and headed upstairs. I'd expected him to follow. Once on the landing, I removed the rest of my clothing and flung them onto the stairs. Still no sign of Joe. I resorted to calling him and then got into the shower as he appeared. His brain clearly wasn't keeping up with what was happening, so I suggested that he get naked as well. I rubbed a bar of soap over my body. Joe stumbled as he undressed. Finally naked, his penis was semi rigid. Another tease about Rachel and a quick grope of my boobs, and he was joining me in the shower. I turned away as he pressed up against me, with his semi pushed up between my bum cheeks.
As his hands took hold of my boobs I turned my attention to my crotch. I soon had a finger inside and let out a moan. When Joe tried to take over, I told him to concentrate on what he was doing and leave me to what I was doing. I slid a second finger inside and started to thumb my clitoris. I felt Joe's tongue and teeth against my neck as his hands groped my boobs. I could feel my first orgasm approaching as my fingers thrust in and out, quicker and quicker. My pelvis clenched as a wave of pure delight swept through my body. As I slumped against the wall, I felt Joe holding me up. I shivered as the hot water ran out. The shower stopped. I wondered what Joe was thinking. I didn't wait to find out.
It was time to put what I'd learnt with Roger into practise with Joe. Dropping to my knees I lifted his now fully erect penis and licked it from base to tip. It was his turn to moan as I sucked his testicles and stroked his penis. All the time giving my labia a gentle stroke as the pulses slowed. A few strokes later and I was ready to see how deep I could take him. I reckoned he was slightly longer than Roger as well as a bit thicker. I gagged on the first attempt, before realising that the position I was in meant I had a bend in my throat. I lifted my bum in the air to straighten my head, neck and body, and tried again. After resisting the gag, I found I could take in his entire length. Breathing was the only issue, so I eased him back out, running my teeth along the top of his penis and teasing the underneath with my tongue. After a lick of the tip, I took him back in. A few iterations later and his penis started to twitch. I looked up to see his face straining as he tried to hold back. I asked if he was ready to come, and then gave him a few strokes with my hand. He ejaculated once he was back inside me, and I felt his semen shoot down my oesophagus. I had to pull him out a bit in order to breath. I swallowed every drop of semen and licked his softening penis clean. Then he sunk to the floor and thanked me.
As we knelt in silence, I realised how hungry I was. ["Pizza time!"] I wrapped a towel around myself and headed downstairs. A menu had come through the door with the day's post. I picked up the phone, dialled the number, and ordered an extra large meat feast. I thought I was being ironic, given that I'd just feasted on Joe's meat. They said it would be 30 minutes. I turned to see Joe edging down the stairs. After replenishing our drinks, I practically ordered him to eat me out before the pizza arrived.
I draped my towel on my armchair and spread myself out invitingly. He seemed dazed. I pointed to my crotch. He knelt between my legs, just staring. ["The pizza will be here before you finish at this rate!"] I thought. I started to touch myself, and then grabbed his hand to guide it to where I knew it would give me the most pleasure (he could be a bit off at times). I was still wet from earlier, so I slid two fingers in and offered them to Joe. After licking them clean he put his head down and licked me. ["At last!"] But he was still taking his time, and we had a time limit. I pushed his head down hard against me until he finally got stuck in. His tongue pushed into my vagina. My nipples soon needed some attention, so I moved my hands up to my boobs and started playing with them. Joe replaced his tongue with a finger or two and put his mouth to work on my clitoris. His fingers were bending and twisting inside me. He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and run his tongue all around it. I could feel the electricity building within me. I pushed his head back down against me as a shudder ran through my body. Then I relaxed, looked down, and smiled.
I was about to speak when I heard a car outside. ["Shit!. They're early!"] I catapulted myself out of the chair and grabbed my daughter's vest top. It was too short to cover my naked lady parts. I would need something else. There was nothing in the lounge. I knew my jeans were still on the stairs but, on the way to get them, I instead opted for another of my daughter's cast offs, a wrap-around gym skirt. I was still doing the clasp up as I opened the door. It was a young lad, late teens or early twenties. His gaze was transfixed on my chest.
"Errr. Extra-Large Meat Feast." He said eventually. I paid him cash and included a good tip.
I was famished, and quickly made my way through 4 of the slices, which I washed down with my wine. We'd eaten in silence, which I broke with a comment about the delivery driver. My stomach satisfied, my vagina was ready for the next round. But Joe was far from finished. I watched as he dipped and ate his pizza slices. I pulled my skirt up, sank back in the chair, and let my hands go back to work on my labia. I checked to see Joe's reaction. There wasn't much of one. He was just watching me whilst eating pizza with a look of contentment. I spread my lips to give him a good view of my clitoris before pushing my slender fingers inside. I lay my head back as I twisted my fingers in and out.
Needing more than my fingers, I looked up to see Joe still eating. Joe's beer was on the coffee table. It looked like it was nearly finished. I sat up and undressed before picking up his beer and taking a drink. ["Yuck!"] I couldn't possible down that, but I needed an empty bottle, so just tipped the rest over my body. I watched Joe as I slid the bottle into my expectant vagina. His towel twinged. I closed my eyes and sunk back into the chair again. I was working the bottle with one hand and my clitoris with the other, as I purred with pleasure. I'd look up every now and then to check on Joe. He had the biggest smile I've ever seen. One time he pointed the TV remote at me. I intensified my oral responses as I drove the bottle harder and faster. Then I clenched my legs as my third orgasm of the evening enveloped my whole body.
Joe was about to get up, so I hurried across the room, beer bottle in hand. After loosening his towel his penis popped up harder than I remember it ever being. I put my knees on either side of him, positioned my vagina over the tip and drove my body down, gasping as I did. I offered him the bottle and then asked him to lick the remains of the beer from my boobs. His tongue swirled around my nipples until they were dry. Wanting more, I dipped my nipples in the remains of the BBQ sauce and got him to lick them clean. We eventually ran out of sauce, so it was time to move on.
I squeezed my vagina against his hard penis. It was time to squeeze some more semen out of him. Keeping my vagina as tight as I could I slowly lifted my body until just the crown of his penis was inside me. I hovered, allowing the crown to pass out and back in several times. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I dropped back down, biting my lip to hold in a scream. I looked in his eyes and kissed him before slowly lifting my body up again. As I eased myself up and down, I placed his hands on my bum to help support me as I played with my nipples. Then, hands back on his shoulders I thrust down and gasped. I continued to rise up slowly and slam down hard until I could feel my next climax starting. But Joe was making no sign that he was nearly there. I clenched as tightly as I could as I pounded up and down. Sweat was forming on my forehead and chest. I couldn't keep this pace up for long. One final downward thrust sent me over the edge, and I collapsed with a loud sigh.
As my breath eased, I realised that Joe was still rock hard. There's no way he could normally hold back for that long. But, I'd never had sex with him more than once in a day since we were first married, so this was a pleasant surprise. Pleasant because it meant we weren't yet done. I eased off and onto the floor, where I licked his penis clean.
He was ready to take charge for our next bout. I positioned myself back on the chair with my bum shoved up so he had good access to enter my vagina from behind. Joe positioned his penis at the entrance, and adjusted himself a couple of times before he grabbed my pelvis and slammed into me. I purred as he caressed my back and wiggled his penis. I clenched as he pulled back out, making sure I was as tight as I could be as his crown popped out and in a few times. Then he grabbed my pelvis again and I relaxed as he slammed back into me. After a few cycles he started to speed up. I didn't think it would be long before he came. I reached under to rub my clitoris to hasten my next climax. His body jerked with his latest thrust, and I felt a warm spurt filling me. A last rub of my clitoris and I came a moment later. I squeezed him tight as I felt his penis twitch with ever spurt. As he softened, I felt a trickle of semen run down my leg. I was glad the towel was on the chair. I licked him clean again, as I didn't want him dripping all over the floor, and then asked if he wanted a drink.
He wanted tea. I'd been worried earlier in the night that we'd have a few minutes of mediocre sex and a cuppa. I found the fact that he still wanted a cuppa after the best and longest sex we'd had amusing.
I asked him to get me some clothes and headed for the downstairs shower. It was an electric one, so no draw on the hot water tank that wouldn't have been heated after the upstairs shower ran cold. Once fresh I opened the door to find Joe handing me my night dress and dressing gown. He headed for the lounge. I got dressed, made him his cuppa, and emptied the last of the wine into my glass.
Snuggled together again on the sofa we watched another episode of Friends. When Rachel appeared, I pressed pause and asked why he hadn't answered me about whether Rachel would be on his list. His answer let slip that he already had a list and Rachel wasn't on it. I demanded to know who was. With that he took a book off the shelf and pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to me, blank side up. But it wasn't just a piece of paper, it was a laminated piece of paper. I decided to let him think that his secret was safe by sealing it in a signed envelope and putting it back in the book, which he did with great care. Then I told him that he could have sex with any or all of his freebie list as long as he told me about it, and I warned him that he'd better not have sex with anyone else. I even used the F-word for effect. Given that he'd never been with anyone else his entire life, I thought it extremely unlikely that would change. Then I teased him about his secret and he told me that he'd found Roger. ["Oh well"] I thought ["I doubt I'll need him so much in future. At least, not if I get a repeat of tonight every now and then."]
Joe headed for bed as I tidied up and put the towels in the wash. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed that my face was quite flush from the wine. Well, I had got through the whole bottle. Then I grabbed the book and carefully flicked through to find the envelope. I made a mental note of the predictable page it was in and which way round it was. I opened the envelope and looked at the list. I didn't recognised a couple of the names. I took a photo, grabbed another envelope, which I signed and sealed the list inside, making sure the signature was in an identical position to the first. Then I tucked it back in the same position and returned the book to the shelf. I put the first envelope in the pizza box, which I took out to the rubbish for collection the next day.
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4). the fourth time
He had an hour before he had to start work. He sent me a text. Told me he was horny. Told me he was really fucking horny. Told me he could come around and fuck me quickly. Asked was I interested? Silly question.
But it was the day time. We'd not done 'it' in the day time. We hadn't seen each other's faces; I didn't want to see his, didn't want him to see mine! It would ruin the mystery. Ruin this kinky, sexy, mysterious thing we were doing. I wasn't ready for that.
I panicked. "But it's day time!" I text him.
He made some cute suggestions: close my eyes; bury my head under the pillow; be standing naked over the bed and he'll lift my skirt and fuck me from behind; a blindfold. I liked them all, but I liked the blindfold one the most.
I ran to my room, he said he could be here in five minutes if I was keen. He was keen, his dick was hard in his hand already. And yes, I was keen, I felt inside my panties and yes, I was very very keen. I searched my room and found a long silk scarf that would do perfectly as a blindfold.
I text him. "I have a blindfold. I'm in bed. I'm naked. I'm ready. I will leave the front door open."
"I'm on my way" he replied, "My cock is ready to explode," he added, and I went giddy with anticipation and excitement.
I heard his car pull up in the drive, I heard him get out of the car, I heard him come inside the house. I lay back in the bed, the blindfold on, I rolled over onto my stomach. He came into my room and he threw the covers off me to expose my naked self. I felt vulnerable, but excited. I could hear him undress. No words were exchanged. Then he was on top of me.
He spread my legs apart and quickly found my pussy with his hand. He quickly stuck a finger inside me, then two "Fuck you're wet" he said, and I giggled. I felt his weight on top of me then as he slid his erect cock inside me, "This wont take long at all," he said and began fucking. He thrust and fucked, and fucked me some more. I grabbed onto the bed head as his body pushed me as he fucked me.
"Ohh god, here I cum" he grunted and came.
As quick as he'd arrived, as quick as he'd cum, he got up and left. No words were exchanged. I heard his car leave. He was gone. I still had his cum dribbling down my thighs.
5). In the day....#5
Today was different, interesting, a bit strange, but still great. He's just gone. I've now seen his face; I can't work out if it's going to change things, I guess it's too early to tell. He text me late last night, said he could come in the early morning, before, or after, his training session. Sounded good. An early morning fuck. I liked the sound of that. Nothing quite like waking up and having sex, a great way to start the day. But then there was the issue of it being day again, the opportunity to actually 'see' each other. Something inside me pushed that aside in favour of a fuck.
So eventually I agreed. Yes, come around in the morning, lets have morning sex, I'll deal with the issue of exposing ourselves to each other then. Of course I thought about it all night, it was easy, there were two options -- blindfold again, or, just go for it, and let's see each others faces. After all, he'd already had his fingers inside me, I'd already sucked his cock, he'd already fucked me, we'd both already cum.
I'd left the door open that night so I wouldn't have to get up in the morning. I liked the idea of already being asleep when he climbed into my bed. It worked. The first I knew of anybody being in the house was when I felt another body crawling in beside me in bed. I kept my eyes closed and smiled. "Good morning" I languidly breathed, unfurling my body in a morning stretch. He ran his hand from my hip, up over my stomach, across my breast and up to my neck. With my eyes still closed he leaned into me and kissed me. I rolled to face him and discovered he too was naked, his erection pushing into me down below the covers.
Again there were no words exchanged, there didn't need to be, we were quickly and completely engrossed in each others bodies. He was erect, I was wet, he entered me from the side. In this position my legs are spread wide and I can feel better pressure on my clitoris. I moaned at his thrusts which came slow and gentle at first. But I quickly became strongly aroused and as I pushed harder against him, he began to fuck me harder.
The he spoke. Softly, he said to me, "Lay on your back," I complied. He lay on his side and pulled one of my legs up over him, I was now spread wide apart, I felt completely exposed, vulnerable, open. I then opened my eyes and looked at him, ever so briefly. He wasn't looking at me though, he was looking at my pussy as he guided himself back into me. As he did, I gasped, I arched my back. This was suddenly intimate and we both felt it.
He began to rub my clit as he fucked me, and then I felt him watching me. It was turning me on, and I knew a way to turn us both on even more. "Let me", I said, and moved his rubbing fingers out of the way, placing instead my own. I rubbed my clit and spread my legs further apart, I would cum in this position, and he would watch me. He would watch my face and he would feel my pussy tighten and pulsate as his dick throbbed inside me.
As I rubbed harder and faster he fucked faster and harder, he grabbed hard at my nipples and as he moaned, so did I. We were turning each other on so much that cumming was inevitable.
"You're gunna make me cum," he breathed; that set me off.
"Me too, " I gasped
"Now?" he cried.
"Yes!" I cried out too and we came together.
We bucked and jerked and came, each setting the other off. Perfect timing.
Before our breathing had even returned to normal, he got off me, jumped off the bed and began to dress. "I have to go," he said.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him again, I smiled, "I know," then added, "Thanks."
He laughed, "You're welcome," then came over to me, gently kissed me and walked away.
I fell back asleep and slept peacefully for two hours.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
Jennifer's day wasn't much better. After the Headmaster escorted Liza from the class, she decided to take advantage of the disturbance. She took a bottle of glue from the supply cabinet and squirted a few thick strands leading from the tip of the banana across the table.
Most of the other young women giggled quietly as they sketched the still life. But when Sister Anne noticed the lewd display, she was not amused. She quickly cleaned up the mess and moved the bowl of fruit to her desk.
"That's enough sketching for today, class," she told the students. She intended to ignore the incident, but one of the girls decided to snitch.
"Sister Anne?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, Miss Elliot?" the nun replied.
"Jennifer did it. And she arranged the fruit too, not Liza."
"Oh? Is that true, Miss Martin?"
Jennifer scowled and shot a piercing glance at Rachel. "Yes, Sister," she admitted.
"I see. Well, I don't mind silly pranks once in a while, but this one went too far. And letting your roommate take the blame for your action? That's very inappropriate." She considered for a moment. "I don't think we need to involve the Headmaster, but you will need to be punished. Come here and bend over, please."
"Yes, ma'am," Jennifer answered as she bent over the chair in front of Sister Anne. The teacher lifted the girl's skirt and lowered her panties.
SMACK! "Oww!" Jennifer whimpered, surprised at how firm the slap was on her bare bottom.
"Don't forget to count, or I'll have to start over."
"Yes, Sister. One."
SMACK! "Two."
SMACK! "Three." Jennifer whimpered as her bottom began to sting. Rachel and Linda snickered.
SMACK! "Four."
Sister Anne gave her ten swats on each cheek. By the end, Jennifer was crying, and her bottom was hot and red. But mostly, she was furious with Rachel.
For the second day in a row, Liza returned to her room, exhausted and embarrassed. Jennifer was waiting for her. "Are you okay, Liza? What happened? I haven't seen you - or the Headmaster - all day. And... Why did you do that? Take the blame for me, I mean," she stumbled through her questions.
"I'm okay... just really tired," she said,
"What happened?" she asked again.
"He... made me model for him," she answered. "... all day long."
"Why did you take the blame, though?"
"I'm... not sure. I just didn't want you to get in trouble."
"Oh. Well... thanks for trying, roomie," Jen said, smiling, and hugged Liza. "though it didn't work out so well." Jen explained what had happened to her after Liza had left with the Headmaster.
Liza apologized, but Jen just smiled. "Oh, it's not your fault, it's Rachel's. I swear I'll get even with her."
"How about a leg massage? My muscles are killing me. Oh, and I wouldn't mind another snack - I missed lunch again," she chuckled.
"You got it! Keep an eye on the door." Jen grabbed her snack bag from its hiding spot and tossed it down to Liza. She had already changed into her sweats and looked very comfortable. Liza started to change too. But when she stripped off her skirt, Jen noticed she wasn't wearing panties again.
"Liza! I can't believe you did that again! If you had been caught..."
"Oh no, I was wearing panties when I went to class. I... guess I lost them somewhere," she explained. She got another pair out of her drawer, pulled them on, and then collapsed onto her bed, face down and stretched out.
Jen sat next to her and began to massage her calves.
"Oh... that feels so good... thanks Jen," Liza groaned.
"It does feel good..." she whispered, massaging Liza's thighs. "I mean, I'm glad it feels good," she corrected and moved her hands down lower again.
"Jen..." Liza paused, searching for the words. "He drew a picture of me... not wearing anything," she admitted.
Jen nodded, although mostly to herself; Liza had her eyes closed. "I've heard some similar things from other girls. I guess that's where you lost your panties?"
"Yeah. It's weird though... We were alone in his office. It felt strange, but I wasn't embarrassed," Liza mused.
"Did he... touch you?" Jen asked. Distracted by the conversation, her hands were at the very top of Liza's thighs, and her fingers brushed against her roommate's lips. She forced herself to stop. Liza hesitated, thinking of the taste of her pee, then shook her head.
"How's that feeling, roomie?" she asked, somewhat huskily.
"Much better now, thank you. By the way... I thought your prank with the fruit was really funny."
"Thanks," she smiled.
"Have you ever... seen one before?"
Jen knew what she meant. She shook her head. "Just pictures. You?"
"I have, yes. I'll tell you about it some day. I guess we better get ready for dinner... I'm starving. I hope we're having bananas," they both laughed.
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<strong>First times: 04 -- Love down under</strong>
<em>I got the idea for this short story from a lovely lady who introduced me to Haiku poetry. To my immense surprise, I found that I like it and have a minimal talent for it.</em><br /> <em>The poem at the end is hers. Thank you, dear heart.</em><br /> <em>She's the inspiration for the story as her poem was the starting point. Where I went with it is the product of my own devious mind with no intent to offend.</em><br /> <em>My editor, Valphund, is a tireless man. I can never thank him enough.</em>
*****
I sit on the couch, widower to Haiku poetry. I love that she works with her laptop on her... lap. She could be one of those who seek isolation. Instead, she says she needs to feel life around her.
Once in a while, she'll look up and smile at me. My heart soars each time, even if I know very well her mind is elsewhere, in her private world of words.
I don't understand it. It sounds like pure gibberish to me. So I'm a simple truck driver, but she chose me over her artsy friends. She says I inspire her, that I'm her muse. What do you know? I'm a Greek goddess. What? I looked it up. I'm no ignoramus. (I looked that one up too when a jerk in her writing group called me one. I wanted to know why I was punching his lights out.)
We are good together, my girl and me.
*****
We met at the park ten years ago. I love to go there in the early evening to feed the ducks. I don't get to connect with Nature much in my line of work, except to run over Her children.
There I was, bag of bread crumbs in hand, feeding my quacking little friends, laughing at their antics. I try to throw the bits so they all get some, but there are bullies in birds too. Some gulls tried to crowd in, but a big male chased them away. Good for him.
When I arrived, I happened to notice this woman sitting at the base of a tree, her back to the pond. 'What's that about?' I thought. 'Why come to the pond and look away. That's daft.'
That's what got me curious. I'd have checked her out if she'd been a babe. I <em>am</em> a man, after all. But she was just a plain chick, an ordinary, real life woman, not one of those who primp themselves all sexy to go sit in the park to watch the birds. She wore a simple white cotton top, you know, the ample kind that looks comfortable. Her flowing skirt was colorful, in a bright flower pattern. There was a pair of simple leather sandals beside her. From where I sat, she didn't seem to be wearing make-up, and her long curly dirty blonde hair was loose over her shoulders. Did I mention that she wore her top off them? I find that very sexy. Always have.
She had a notebook on her lap. A book I would have understood, but what could she be writing about out there?
The look of intense concentration on her face was a sight. Then she'd look up and smile at nothing. It was like a kind of inner beauty shone through and erased the creases, wrinkles and crow's feet of a hard life, replacing them with laugh lines.
Once or twice, I saw her wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. It must be some serious writing she was doing.
After I emptied my bag of treats and the birds abandoned me, I sat there for a while, watching her, trying to imagine what her life was like. It's a game I play on the long road to while away the endless miles. I came up blank on that. It seemed like a silly thing to do to her. I wanted to know who she really was.
Don't get me wrong, she was a sight for sore eyes, with her slim body, smallish tits, full pouty lips, but I like my women full bodied with something to grab onto while we do the horizontal mambo, the vertical tango, hell, even the sitting samba.
Still, I surprised myself by walking over on my way out of the park.
"Whatcha writing about, ma'am?" I asked politely.
She looked up at me. She was even smaller up close; she couldn't be more than five-four. I don't know what she saw (she never told me) as she stared for a long moment, but she gave me one of those smiles I had seen before. It touched something deep inside me.
"I'm writing poetry." Her voice was so sweet, it was like honey for the ears. "I volunteer at a home for people dying of AIDS. A friend of mine is in terminal phase and I wanted to give him something to ease his mind"
"Are you one of those LGBT people we hear about? You know... a lesbo?" Whatever possessed me to ask such a stupid, insensitive question? If I could, I would have kicked my own ass.
To my amazement, she laughed. It was like listening to crystal tinkle.
"Not at all." She said. "The proper word is lesbian, and, no, I'm not. I've only been friends with people in the LGBT community all my life. Some of them are jerks and some of them are truly beautiful people. Most fall somewhere in between, like in every other group of people."
Poetry? The little I know about it was a bunch of crap, but I wanted to know more about <em>her</em>.
"So you came here to find peace and quiet to work on this stuff?" I shuffled my feet. Part of me knew I was probably bothering her. Another part wanted to stay and talk to her. "I should go." I mumbled. I sounded unconvincing, even to myself.
There was that smile again as she patted the ground beside her.
"Why don't you join me for a while? Maybe you can help. I'm stumped."
I must have looked like a fool almost throwing myself to the ground. Still, I got the feeling she was laughing <em>with</em> me instead of <em>at</em> me.
"There, look at the sunset." She pointed at the sky. Ah! That was why she was facing that way. "Do you see the colors? Red is dominant this evening, but I'm trying to come up with a three syllable word for it."
"Whatever for?" I asked. That was nuts. "If you write poetry, shouldn't it be a word that rhymes with another one?" Damn, she had a beautiful laugh.
"It's not that kind of poetry. I write in Haiku." She explained patiently. "A stanza, or verse, is composed of three lines. The first one has five syllables, the second seven and the third five again."
"That sounds like an awfully complicated way to describe a sunset. Red... I know ochre, like the earth, crimson, they call blood that in books, or ruby, like..."
"That's it! You're a genius, Bruce."
I would have remarked that my name was Mark, but she had lunged at me, and was kissing me, so I opened my mouth for a different reason.
I'm usually the aggressive type when it comes to sex. Holding this small woman, kissing her, I wanted to... I don't know, but it wasn't a wild fuck. I instinctively followed her lead. To my surprise, I liked sweet and gentle well enough. She's the one who reached into my mouth with her tongue after licking my lips. Then she teased my tongue into her own mouth. We played like that for the longest time. She'd take a nip at my lips, then suck my tongue like it was my cock. It was sexy as hell.
And I was just holding her in my arms. Okay, I was pulling her close so I could feel her tits on me, but that's it. She's the one who put my hand on one. I found that I liked having it fit in my hand, with only a little extra. It was so different from big melons you can only grab onto.
I experimented a bit. I squeezed a little. I didn't want to hurt her. She looked so fragile.
"You can fondle my boobs better than that, can't you, Bruce?" She chuckled. "I'm not made of porcelain. There, let me show you."
Cheezuz kryse! And there I was trying to go easy. The girl liked it hard. Well, hard I'd give her.
I pulled her over so she straddled my legs and I could use both hands to get at her. Which I did. I reached under her top to grab her tits. She wasn't wearing a bra. I guess she didn't need one. I fondled her for all she was worth, pinching her nips. She liked it when I pulled them hard and twisted. She couldn't talk much because our mouths were busy together, but she showed she enjoyed it by grinding on my hard cock. She was getting herself off on me... And us in the middle of a public park. It's a good thing we were the only ones there, I hoped, but I didn't give much of a damn by then.
She got even wilder when I put my hands on her legs, under the skirt which had ridden up. I grabbed her ass to pull her even closer, if that was possible, against me. She had one of those strings kinda thing. I was holding her naked ass in my hands, wishing I could take her proper.
I was close myself when she arched her back and shook all over. Kryse she was loud. Surely the coppers would show up to take us in for indecent behavior, or something.
She collapsed on me, all sweaty and out of breath.
"Thanks, Bruce, I needed that." She panted. "Now, let's see about you."
She reached between us and undid my jeans. She got up a bit and told me to lift my arse off the grass. When I did, she pulled my pants down, my BVDs too. She actually cooed when she saw little Joey standing tall and proud. She grabbed it for a couple of squeezes and gentle tugs, then she scooted down my legs so she could lean down and kiss it. The things that woman could do with her mouth and tongue, I tell you. At one point, she angled it right and took it down her throat. I shit you not. I'd only seen it done in porn videos. She played with my balls all along. She even licked them and took them in her mouth. Talk about a hot chick.
She made it last too. Every once in a while, when she felt my cock throbbing more urgently, I guess, she pulled away and squeezed at the base with two fingers. I bet she wished I was wearing a cock ring.
She reached under me, but couldn't get far, what with me sitting. I wondered about that. I'd heard about that ass sex thing, but wasn't it a woman schtick? Hell, if she wanted to put a finger up my butt, I'd sure give it a try.
After taking me so close, so often, my balls were starting to hurt, so I begged her to let me come. She gave me that loving smile again, but there was a bit of the wicked in it too.
Still holding little Joey tight, she lifted her skirt and came forward. She pulled the front up to push her panties aside. I got a brief look at her shaved pussy with a small patch of hair above it before she took me in.
Cheezuz H Kryse, she was tight! I soon found out how and why. She used her cunt muscles to stroke me. It was even better than her mouth.
With her skirt spread around her legs and over me, she looked like as if she were only kneeling on me. I knew better. She was fucking me and fucking me good. I put both hands under her top and made her feel good too, just like she'd shown me earlier. She lunged at me again. (She's still a lunger, all that time later.) She kissed me hard and deep. No more finesse. This was straight, up and down, good old fashioned fucking.
Soon, she was bucking all over the place, riding me like a wild bronco. I had to hold on to her ass to keep her sheathed. I did my fair share of humping, let me tell you.
I don't know how long it lasted. It felt like forever, it was so good, but I know it must have been only a couple of minutes.
The moment she felt my jizz well up little Joey and into her cunt, she came again. I grabbed her neck, this time, so she could scream in my mouth instead of announcing her come to the whole neighborhood. And she didn't stop there. She continued her mad ride on my dick. Somehow, I stayed hard. I guess she didn't give me time to go soft.
We were laughing ourselves crazy by the time we both got off again. This time, I joined her and roared as loud as I could.
As we lay on the ground, catching our breath and simply enjoying holding each other, I got a weird thought.
"What was it that set you off? You said I was a genius, then you jumped me. I'm not complaining, mind you. Just curious."
"When you said 'ruby', it made me think of 'rubicond'. It's the French way to say 'rubicund'. It's perfect, you see. It's the word used to describe a red sky. It's also used when someone is red in the face. And it has three syllables. You <em>are</em> a genius, Bruce."
"Are you going to jump me again, baby? 'Cause, twice in a row is pretty much my limit. By the way, my name is..."
"Mark. I know. Mine is Jamie."
"Do I know you?"
"No, but I know you. I've seen you around for a while. One of my friends told me about you and it got me curious."
"In a good way, I hope."
"Oh yes! She said you were a good and considerate lover, for a wanker. She said you're a good bloke too. She would have made a grab at you, but I'm sure her husband wouldn't have appreciated it."
"Who's that? I don't do married women."
"She never told you she was. She was a bit sloshed at the bar one night and she liked the way you looked. You two had fun in a stall in the loo. She only saw you again twice after that, and she said you were as good sober in a bed as soused sitting on the crapper."
"So you wanted to try me."
"No, in fact. Only, I kept seeing you around, so I asked about you. The more I learned, the more I wanted to know. I've been putting myself in your way for weeks now. This was my last try before I showed up at your door and ripped the clothes off your back."
"You're a wild one, aren't you?"
"Not at all, that's just it, but you got me all hot and bothered when you wouldn't even notice me, let alone fuck me."
"And now that I have?" I guess I couldn't keep the disappointment that I was only a curiosity fuck to her out of my voice because she pulled me to her and kissed me straight.
"Now that I have you, I keep you, Bruce."
*****
I can see that my little poet is stuck. I snicker under my breath. If I play my cards right, I might just get to be her muse tonight.
I walk behind her and kiss the top of her head as I massage her tense shoulders. Out of curiosity, I look at what's on her screen.
<em>Bamboo waterfall<br />Peaceful sounds on stones it flows<br />Closed eyes, restful sleep</em>
<em>Ringing of brass gong<br />Early morning wakeup call<br />Meditation now</em>
<em>Walking on the path<br />Pick a gum leaf crush and smell<br />Hold it in my hand</em>
<em>Warm sun on my face<br />Sitting quietly on log<br />Birds songs serenade</em>
I somehow manage to keep from laughing out loud. Over the years, I've seen worse. I remember her twenty verse poem on a rock, a round, polished stone. She has the craziest ideas sometimes.
"Did you have anything particular in mind, honey?" I recognize the playful tone. I feel like pumping my fist in the air.
"I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to spark your inspiration. That's what a muse does, isn't it?"
"Come around here, you horny dog. Your bitch is in heat too."
I just love being a Greek goddess.
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04 -- Our Perfect Marriage -- Maria meets Will
A week had passed since Maria had told me about Will. A week since we had agreed that she would meet him. Meet him for sex.
All week the sexual tension in the house was incredible. For me this was multiplied by nerves, fear and sometimes almost panic. But in equal measure, the thought of her finally being fucked by someone else took me to levels of arousal that are hard to explain. I could sense how turned on Maria was. I caught her staring into space, a look of lust and desire in her eyes. She was always tactile but it felt like she was desperate for physical contact, constantly brushing against me. We made love every night that week, something that had become rare. But, she didn't want to engage in any pillow talk about that was to come. Telling me she wanted us to keep the emotion and fantasy inside for now, to let it build even more.
By the Friday I needed to talk about it. She was meeting him in exactly one week. It wasn't just the fact that I was turned on, the build up to her meeting her first lover was a huge part of my fantasy.
"So what did he say when you said you'll meet him?" I asked her. We were in the lounge, she was resting her head against my chest. Both of us idly exploring each other's bodies. Me stroking her back, her making patterns with her fingers across my chest.
"He's excited! I got a message 5 minutes later showing that he had changed his flight and the hotel so he can stay another night. Since then he has messaged me a lot," she finished with a smile.
I could feel my heart rate pick up. "What sort of texts? What has he been saying?"
"Flirty, sexy stuff. He goes from being sexy, really hot stuff that makes me so turned on. Then at the same time he is so sure of himself, he is certain he going to give me the fuck of my life. Sometimes that annoys me. But then other times that makes me hotter than I can describe. "
I sensed her body relax as she snuggled into me. She was relaxed, but I wasn't. Don't get me wrong, I wanted, needed, this to happen but I was my mind was a whirlwind. Needing to talk. "So aren't you nervous about next week? Worried?" I asked.
"What?" she said, "sort of I guess but not really, not like that. There's no point pretending. I really want this. We want this, and the way if has worked out feels perfect. I met him by chance, I'm really attracted to him, it is totally no strings. And..." She let her sentence hang as her fingers circled my nipple.
"And..." I whispered. I could feel her breathing quicken.
"He's got a big cock. That is what we both want. He's handsome and fit, but that's not what this is about." She said this completely matter of fact.
She sighed, then continued, "I know its going to be good. We've spoken about it so much. Even if the sex isn't great I won't regret it. I will regret not meeting him though, I know that for certain."
Maria turned to me, "you know what I do worry about?" she asked and then continued with the answer. " I worry I'll love it. Too much."
She let that settle in. Gently kissing my neck.
"You mean too much so that you will want to see him again and again? That you'll have feelings for him?"
She continued to kiss my neck. I could almost see her mouth turning into a smile. "No, not at all. I mean I might see him again at some point I guess, especially if we really connect. But no, that isn't what I mean."
"I'm really turned on. Not because of Will. Just the whole thing. The thought of being with someone else. It is years since I was with another man. I can't wait. Then knowing you want me to do this. It turns you on that I'll be with someone else. That you want me to love it. Want him to fuck me so good. Fuck me better than you do." She paused.
I grabbed her hand. Pushed it down my body letting her feel how hard I was. "Why does that worry you?"
She didn't say anything. She stroked my cock. I could feel her tense up. Felt her uncertainty. Then she took a breath, "I'm worried that I will want to do this again and again. Have lots of lovers. I've been fantasizing about it. Fantasizing about having sex with random men I see in the street. I always get attention when I'm out without you, even when I'm with you. I'm worried about how I'll react to that attention in the future. It scares me. And it scares me what that will do to you and us. Maybe even more, I worry how I feel about myself. I don't want to see myself as a slut, a slutwife. Or maybe I know that is what people would see me as, I don't want what i might be to impact how I value myself. I'm scared once the genie is out of the bottle we won't be able to put it back in. But don't worry. I'm being silly. We've wanted this for ages and now I'm worrying about nonsense."
"Fuck." Was all I could say. Them after a while "I think I'd like you to want to do this again. I'm not sure how if would play out. We would need to talk about it but it turns me on. I suppose I worry that you will look down on me. Like I'm not a real man if I let you be with other men. Want them to fuck you better than I can."
"Sssshhh, don't think that way." She said stroking my face. "It takes a real man to be open about their fantasy. And you are an amazing lover. I don't want to meet Will, or anyone else because you don't satisfy me. I love you. Look, let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. Sorry if I killed the mood. I wish I'd just kept this discussion just about next weekend. But we need to talk, need to be open. This isn't what most people see as normal." She pushed her body in to me. "Mood kill or not, next weekend makes me feel so fucking horny. Can't wait to meet him."
I was excited about the thought of Maria turning into a real slutwife, and then her openness about next weekend made by cock throb. Maria sensed it to "Does it turn you on that I can't wait to meet him?" she teased
"Yes," I almost whispered, "I love it that you can't wait for him to fuck you. That his big cock turns you on so much."
"It does," she said as her hand rubbed my cock through my shorts, "I've been masturbating like crazy this week. I've lost count how often I've made myself cum." She gently kissed my neck then nibbled at my ear, her hand slipping inside my shorts. "I can't wait for his big, thick cock to stretch my tight pussy, to fuck me hard like I need. Do you love that I find him attractive? I so want to be fucked by him. Does that turn you on?"
I heard myself groan as Maria pulled out my cock and let some saliva drip on to it, lubricating the shaft as her hand moved slowly up and down. All the while kissing my neck and whispering about her desires for a week's time.
"But like I said, it is more than that." She continued. "I'm excited that for the first time in years another man's eyes, hands, mouth will explore my body. You know what turns me on, you know how to make me cum. Next week someone else will be trying to understand what I like, experimenting with my body. The thought of that makes my heart race. Then I think about me doing the same with him. Taking in his amazing body. Turning him on. Giving myself to him. You might not like this, but next Friday night I am his, no limits. I am his slut, no, his whore, for the night. I know he finds me attractive, I am going to leave him needing to see me again. I will do whatever it takes to be the fuck of his life."
She kissed me hard, her tongue darting against mine. "Do you ever think of me kissing him?" she asked.
"No." I stammered. The thought of it like a punch to the stomach.
"He is a really good kisser, I can't wait to kiss him again." She looked up at me, "It is such a turn on that we are doing this together. That you are as excited as me. You love that he has a bigger cock than you. Don't you? Tell me." She teased.
"Yes, I love the thought. It scares me but I love it."
"And you want me to love being fucked by him. Don't you? You want him to fuck me better than you can?"
All I could say was "Yes."
"God, I love you!" Maria said as she straddled my body and started to lower herself onto my painfully hard cock. "You fuck me the best baby. No one has fucked me like you do." And then with a whisper, "even the guys with bigger, much bigger cocks than you."
I almost lost control, her words plus the feeling of her tight pussy were nearly too much to take. Looking to prolong the love making I asked "should we go upstairs and let you experience a big cock tonight," thinking about to the large 9.5 inch dildo I had bought.
In response she rode me faster, her head close to my ear she said "No, I want my pussy to feel tight for Will. And I want to feel everything when he first slides inside me. That toy might stretch me a little." She moaned as the thought took her closer to orgasm. Her body slamming down onto my cock. As she stated to cum she continued "So your cock will have to be enough for me tonight." With that her body shook as she orgasmed. This, and her words, sending me over the edge as I exploded inside her.
Over the next few days Maria was on her phone a lot. The sparkle in her eyes and her body language making it clear who she was texting. As much of a turn on as it was, the knot in my stomach seemed to grow and tighten every time her phone vibrated, every time I saw her smile as she read the latest message. Sometimes I'd walk into the room and she wouldn't realise I was there. I watched her looking at her phone, her fingers tracing her nipples. Sometimes moving lower, too turned on to resist the need to be touched. It is quite something seeing your wife masturbating reading texts from someone who will fuck her in less than a week. My emotions were off the scale. Jealousy. Excitement. Raw lust. Wishing the days would go faster. Then regretting even starting down this path.
On the Tuesday evening she sat next to me on the sofa. "Sorry, I haven't been involving you enough. I've told Will to cut back on the messages. This started as your fantasy. I want to enjoy the next few days with you. Making this, the build up, perfect for you."
I was relieved. "It turned me on seeing the two of you message, but thank you. I didn't know what to expect but it was hard being on the outside. That sounds crazy! I mean...well I hope you know what I mean."
She smiled and kissed me. I thought I would have lots to say. Lots to ask but nothing seemed right. Eventually I felt that the silence was getting awkward so I asked "What are you going to wear? Have you been shopping?"
"What? No I haven't. I didn't plan on buying anything new. I want to wear something similar as when I first met him. So just a summer dress." She looked at me. "Probably quite short, show off my legs." She the stretched her tanned, long and toned legs. Lifting them up and laying them on my lap. "The one I think I'll wear is quite fitted so I won't wear a bra. I'll need to wear some panties though."
I looked down at her. Could see her mouth turned up at the corner, enjoying teasing me. She looked me in the eye and continued. "I did by some other lingerie though. My outfit is quite conservative. I don't want to look like a slut. Or god forbid a cougar. I also don't want to boost his ego by thinking I've made a huge effort. But I do want to look good for him. So I bought some really sexy underwear. If the night goes well I will put in on for him later on." She laughed "Put it on so he can take if off!"
"Will you wear it for me?" I almost stammered.
"Of course, but not until he has seen it first. Sorry baby." She answered.
"I wish I could be there to see it." It came from nowhere. I'd fantasized about seeing her get fucked. I'd mentioned it. But not so directly. And not with Will.
Maria just took it in her stride. "Not this time. If we end up doing this again I'd like you to be there sometimes. Fuck, I'm getting wet just thinking about looking at you, seeing how turned on you would be, whilst someone else is fucking me.
"That would be amazing," I whispered. "I can't believe that me saying that didn't freak you out."
"It is something I've thought about. Will asked if you wanted to be there, if I wanted it." She let than hang for a few seconds. "I told him I didn't."
"Don't you?" I asked.
"Not this time. Not with him. Look, I'm still a bit worried about how you will be afterwards." She looked at me, warning me to keep quiet and let her talk. "I'm pretty sure you will be ok, you'll have to be! But it is one thing hearing about it from me. Even if that is me telling you how incredible he was. How good the sex was. How much I loved being fucked by him. Even telling you he made me feel better than you do. It is something else see it. Watching and knowing someone else it taking me places you can't."
She looked at me. I know she could feel my painfully hard cock against the back of her legs that were still draped over me. I stroked her thigh. Moving upwards. Needing to feel how turned on she was. But she grabbed my wrist, holding it firmly.
"And I think he will really push it. I know at first he was interested because he was attracted to me. But now the fact I am married really excites him. He gets off on knowing this is a fantasy for us as a couple. His texts are full of how he's going to give me more than you can. How he's going to ruin me for you. I know it is partly just talk to get us hot, but I'm sure he would push that really hard if you were there -- his ego would make him do it. Encourage me to compare him to you. Make me say things I don't really mean. I want to just go with the flow, but if you are there I'm not sure I can. I don't want to worry about what you are thinking, seeing, hearing. Not the first time we do this. And not with him. Don't try to convince me."
She kept hold of my wrist. She clearly wanted to make it clear this wasn't up for debate. "Ok, I understand. I'm fine with it. If we do this again I'd love to be there sometimes. But to be honest being home and imagining what is happening will turn me on so much. Both scenarios are huge fantasies for me. Whatever you are more comfortable with." Thoughts crossed my mind, I almost laughed "Jesus, we are literally having this conversation. Do I watch some stud with a huge cock fuck you or wait home for you to come back to me. The whole thing is such a crazy turn on."
Maria sat up, my eyes straight to her toned midriff as she changed position. Her grip on my wrist loosened as she guided my hand up her thigh. "Maybe we will send you a video." She kissed me then gently bit my lip. She stood up grabbing my hand "Come on, let's have a glass of wine and cool things down a bit."
I followed her into the kitchen. I wasn't sure why she wanted to change the mood, but i guess that was her prerogative. Trying to make small talk I asked what she had a planned for tomorrow, hoping she would invite me along. She said she was going to the spa, "You can come if you like, but it isn't something we can share., she explained. "I don't want a couple massage, or time relaxing with you. I want to get ready for Will. I want to be the softest, smoothest thing he has ever touched." As she said it her hand moved to my groin, a smile spreading across her face as she felt how hard that had made me. "Sorry, I guess we are both too hot for a glass of wine to cool things down. Come on let's go to bed. Let me take care of that for you."
The next two days were strange. On the Wednesday she was at the spa so I didn't really see her. I'd arranged to work from home on the Thursday and Friday, to be near her. To share the anticipation. It wasn't that the those days weren't a turn on. The nervous excitement was off the scale. Butterflies that were almost painful. But neither of us knew how to act. Maria was going to meet another man and she was going to have sex with him. Another man that she found really attractive. We tried to keep it light. We almost forced ourselves to be tactile. It didn't feel natural, the more we tried the more what was about to happen came to the fore. On the Thursday evening we lay in bed facing each other, neither of us knowing what to say. I became worried that I had pushed her into this and said "You're quiet, are you nervous, having second thoughts?"
"What? No, at least not really. It wouldn't be normal if I wasn't having some. I suppose I am excited."
"About his big cock?" I asked, vocalising what had been on my mind for days.
"Partly," she said. Then she smiled "I am not going to lie! Yes I am looking forward to having sex with him, and yes part of that I as because of how big he is. But it is the whole experience. I told you I was turned on by the newness. But these last few days I've got really turned on about coming back to you. Telling you all about it."
She stopped and looked at me, then continued, "Hopefully telling you how amazing it was, how amazing he was. Getting off on how much that will turn you on. Feeling how hard it gets you." Her hand grabbed my cock, sliding up and down the shaft. "Would you like that?" all I could do was nod. "Good, I will tell you everything, be totally honest. Would you like me to tell you how good his big cock felt? How I needed to be fucked so deep?" She was looking directly in my eyes, into my soul. Almost assessing how far she could push me. "Describe how I loved him treating me like a slut, tell you how much he made me cum?" I moaned and she kissed me. "Kissing you with my mouth that has kissed him. That will have sucked his cock? Swallowed his cum? Would you like that baby?"
She moved her hand faster up and down my cock. "Would you like that?" She kissed me hard then moved down my body. Her lips around the head of my cock. She didn't deep throat me. Instead she sucked the head hard, quick pulses of suction. Feeling incredible. She felt my body tighten, finally taking the full length as I came hard down her throat. Her body slid back up the bed until her head was resting on my chest. As I lay there catching my breath her arms squeezed me hard.
"Good night baby. Whatever happens in the next day or so, remember I love you. Remember we are doing this for us."
She seemed at peace. I felt her body relax and soon she was asleep. I lay there for a while. It was almost midnight. My mind fast forwarding to this time tomorrow. Maria would have met him, they would have had sex. Maybe she would be on her way home. My stomach tightened. I couldn't tell if the feeling was excitement or dread. Then I thought about what she had said. The thought of her telling me about the sex was a part of the fantasy. I had always imagined him fucking her better than I could, imagined her telling me how she needed his cock again. I hadn't thought about her coming back and being able to smell his cologne on her body, his taste on her lips, her body marked by his hands and mouth. I was surprised she had brought if up, it wasn't something we had discussed. I drifted off to sleep, unsure whether that was now part of her fantasy, and unsure how I felt about it.
The next day we were both up early. The children go to a school which has boarding facilities. By chance there were events on all weekend so both were desperate to board for the Friday and Saturday nights. I dropped them at school and headed home. Maria had gone back to bed.
"You really don't need any more beauty sleep." I said as I sat on the bed next to her.
She smiled, "Maybe not, but I don't want to be tired later. I want to be full of energy and life when I meet him." She kissed me, grabbed my arm and pulled it around her, and then settled back into the bed. I stayed there for a while, stroking her back before heading downstairs.
It was a long day. I was working from home but couldn't concentrate. I heard Maria get up at around 11 but she didn't come down to my study. At about 2 I heard her run a bath, starting to get ready for the night ahead. She was meeting him at 6:30 for drinks and was being picked up by an uber at 5:30. By 4pm I gave up on work and moved to the lounge. Waiting for her to come downstairs. I finally heard her feet on the stairs at about five. She walked in the lounge looking incredible. The dress she had picked looked amazing. It couldn't have fit her any better, showing off her perfect legs and tiny waist. As her husband I could see how turned in she was by looking in her eyes. Any one else could tell by a glance at her body - despite the warmth of the day her nipples were proud and erect under her dress, true to her word she wasn't wearing a bra and I wondered if she had also decided against any other underwear.
She looked at me and said "So here we are, we are really going to do this. I am so, so nervous, can you make me a drink? Not too strong though."
I headed off and fixed her a gin and tonic. As I passed it to her I let my hand caress her lower back before moving down to cup her bum. She looked at me a laughed "I decided to wear panties. I don't want to come across as too easy. Which reminds me. He has dinner booked for 7. By 9ish I will know if I want to go to his room." She gave me a sexy smile "I might get cold feet, he might not look as good as I remember, he may just be too fucking sure of himself. Whatever, I will text you around 9 to let you know. I think that will turn us both on. Also I will feel safer if you know what is happening. Then I will text later on to let you know I'm on the way home. Or if I'm going to spend the night."
My mind raced. Spend the night. Having sex all night. Waking up next to him. I don't know why but I'd just assumed she would come home in the early hours. My stomach twisted almost in pain. But then I could feel my heart rate pick up and the excitement and arousal took over. I smiled at her. "Just to what feels right. Enjoy it. Don't hold back."
We sat in silence for a little while with Maria either staring into space or looking over at me. We both jumped when there was a knock at the door, her taxi had arrived. I walked her to the door and kissed her on the cheek today goodbye. She mouthed I love you and walked off, got into the taxi and it drove away.
I wandered back the lounge, sat down and stared at the clock. I tried to think through a timeline, let my imagination run away with itself.
She would be there at 6. I assumed he would be early, so well before 6:30 they would be having a drink. I could picture them. Him taking her in, openly admiring her beauty and her body. His ego massaged knowing this beautiful married woman was there for him. Maria, probably acting a little coy at first but revelling in his attention, then starting to flirt and becoming more tactile as the minutes passed. They might have a couple drinks before heading for dinner. By that stage she would have pretty much made her mind up. By leaving the house she was 90% certain she would go to his room, so she was his to lose, so as long as he had avoided being too arrogant over drinks he was almost there. They probably wouldn't eat much. Playing with their food as the sexual tension increased. She might let her foot brush against his leg. Seemingly accidentally at first but then becoming more obvious. Perhaps he would reach across and hold her hand. To the outside world looking like an attractive couple in love, or at least lust. The waiter asking if they want dessert. Her saying no, holding his gaze, willing him to invite her to his room.
I could almost see them walking together through the restaurant. Many eyes turning towards the good looking couple. Rather than hold her hand, his arm is around her tiny waist enjoying the feel of her toned torso. Making her shiver as his fingers make tiny patterns down her side and along the small of her back. Then they enter the lift. First I imagine them alone, moving closer, kissing, with their hands starting to explore each others body. Then I imagine they are not alone. Other people are in the lift, they glance at each other, smiling almost giggling as the tension between them builds. Will taking her hand, leading her down the corridor to his room. Her willingly following. In my timelines it is between eight thirty and nine. I wonder if she will keep her promise and send me a message.
I look up at the clock. It was 630. They would be having a drink. A small part of me wanted him to be obnoxious, overly confident. But against this I was hoping he played it cool, was charming, polite, funny and able to put her at ease. Made her want to go ahead with what we had planned. I was about to make myself a drink but realised I would end up having more than a few as I stared at the clock. I needed to be sober in case she decided to come home. I decided to go for a run, it would kill some time and hopefully it would take the edge off the feeling in my stomach. I got back at about 745, checking my phone before jumping in the shower. My heart stopped when I saw a message from Maria. I realised that my main worry was something had gone wrong. Had he screwed things up and put her off? This feeling grew when I saw the text was sent just before 7. Opening it my concerns disappeared but the knot in my stomach that had been loosened by the run became tighter than ever. "Decided to skip dinner, heading straight to his room. I'll text later. Have fun. M x"
That was almost one hour ago. I sat down on the sofa. Knowing with a certainty that Will had, or still was, fucking Maria. I tried to force my mind to imagine it. But I couldn't. My mind wasn't blank as such. It was more that a hundred images, positions, sounds, fantasies swamped my imagination making it hard to focus on anything. I walked to the kitchen in a daze and opened a beer. As I slowly sipped at it I looked at my watch, it was just gone 8.
I wondered if she would spend the night. On balance I hoped not. Not through jealousy. Just I needed to hear her story. Hear the details of our fantasy that had finally come to pass. I didn't want to have to wait until the morning to hear about it. She would send a message either way -- that she was coming home or that she was staying. I convinced myself it would be late when I got a message. If I let myself think it would be around 10 I'd go crazy staring at the clock. I finished my beer at a loss what to do for the next few hours. I did know that I was incredibly turned on. I had a huge desire to make myself cum. But I also knew I would regret that. I needed this tension, this angst. I didn't want to relieve it. I wanted to be as turned on as I had ever been when Maria got home.
I needed to shower after my run. I stayed in there a long time. First letting icy cold water relieve some of sexual tension. And then enjoying the feeling of the warm water relaxing my body. It was almost 9 when I was done. I grabbed another beer, I figured I could have 3-4, and settled in to wait for her call or text. I lay back on the sofa and started to watch some TV, anything to pass the time.
I was surprised to be woken up by my phone. The nervous energy of the day, and the warm room, must have allowed me to doze off. Grabbing my phone I saw the call was from Maria. I also noticed it was 11pm. I answered the phone excitedly, instantly hard. It was a video call not a text. Assuming it meant she was in a cab coming home, maybe going to give me an early taste of what had happened, I answered quickly. But as I answered it and looked at the screen I realised she wasn't on the way home. I could see a hotel room, dimly lit. The phone panned round to the bed. There was Maria. She was naked, face down on the bed. One leg straight, the other bent so her knee was almost hip level. As ever she looked incredible. Right then knowing she had been fucked by someone else made her look more desirable then ever. The phone, Will, moved towards her.
"Come here you" he said softly and then, as he got to the bed, slid his free arm under her waist and lifted her up. "Smile for Mark" I could here the arrogance and perceived superiority in his voice. But she didn't seem to. She looked round and smiled at the phone, then she moved onto her hands and knees and lifted her arse up to him. Will said "Mark can hear us but I have the speaker low so you can't hear him. Is that ok or do you want to be able to talk to him?"
She shook her head. The phone moved closer to her and then Will stood over her. He adjusted the phone to show his cock which he gripped with one hand, slapping it against her pussy and arse cheeks before laying it at the base of her spine. She had shown me a photo of his dick before, but with her tiny body for scale it looked enormous. I realised that was his aim, he was trying to show me how big he was, it reached half way up her back as she arched towards him. Then the girth. It seemed at least twice as thick as my cock. He kept it in that position for a few seconds, as if letting me take in its size, and then stepped back slightly. He positioned the huge head at the opening of her pussy. She immediately tired to push back against it. Her sexy body wriggling and writhing to allow his cock to enter her.
"Tell me what you want, tell Mark what you want." At the sound of my name I heard her gasp and noticed he had allowed the tip of his cock to enter her. "Come on, tell us both."
She had warned me he would act this way if I was there. Suggested she didn't like the arrogance. But she didn't react as if she had a problem with it. Or was worried what I would think when she responded with "I want your big cock. Give it to me. Again. Please. Make me cum again." She begged.
He slowly slid his cock I to her. "Oh fuck, yeah. So big. So fucking good," Maria responded. Will was only half way inside her but I could see her body respond. She was rocking back onto him, trying to fuck herself. He panned down showing her wetness covering his thick cock. But he wasn't fucking her yet. If anything he was working against her. Not letting more than half his length penetrate her.
"Your pussy feels so tight," I could sense how good she felt from his voice. "You've got a decision to make, you need to tell Mark if you are spending the night or going home. We can't have him waiting up for no reason" he finished.
Maria was moaning as she rocked herself further onto his cock. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back towards him and for the first time thrust his cock into her, only another inch or so. The camera angle showing there was at least another 3 to go. His action resulted in a louder moan of pleasure from Maria. "Come on beautiful, my beautiful slut. Put us out of our misery. Are you spending the night?"
Will let go of her hair and landed a decent slap across the back of her thighs. He then relented and allowed her to take the full length of his cock. He panned down and I could see her stretched pussy gripping his shaft as she moved her body back and forth against him.
When she took his full length he gave out something that was between a moan and a scream. "Fuck that is so good. So deep." She was breathing fast, I could tell an orgasm was building. "Mark, I'm going to spend the night." Then she looked over at the phone and smiled. Mouthing I love you. She looked back at Will. He smiled in victory, nodded and but the phone down and made to turn it off. Like I assume they had agreed. But the video didn't end. Instead I had a full landscape view of Maria on all fours. Her back arched as she pushed back onto him. Desperate to feel his full length.
I watched transfixed. I couldn't wait to see what unfolded. But then afraid of what I would hear.
"Fuck me hard, I need it hard, deep, rough this time. Please fuck me." She was almost pleading.
His hands moved to her hips. Then slapped her hard. Hard enough for me to worry he had gone too far. But even as I could see where he marked her she responded. "Fuck yes, harder." He slapped her again. Hard. But not much harder, not wanting to hurt her. Then I could see his hands grip her flesh. Maria is slim with a really toned body but could see his grip pinching the flesh hard. She gasped and again I heard her "Yes, like that. Use me. Fuck me hard."
Will really started to fuck her. Long deep strokes. Pulling out his long cock before thrusting all the way back in. Each time he slammed into her Maria groaned. Louder each time. It was hard to make out but I could see that the slick wetness that had covered his cock was being replaced as she started to cream on him. The excitement was momentarily overcome with jealousy. In all the times we had fucked I had only experienced that 5 or 6 times. But that feeling passed I continued to watch my beautiful wife being fucked.
"Faster, harder," Maria begged. Will obliged. They had only been going a few minutes but I could see the sweat shinning on both bodies. He was in amazing shape, good enough shape to keep this going as long as she needed it. Maria's leg started to twitch, and her body moved forward as her knees gave way as she came hard. Screaming with joy. Her legs almost spasming she completely lost control. She lay there face down. Will slowed down his pace, his thrusts less hard and shallower. Letting the last waves of her orgasm wash over her. But she wasn't done. She was face down, prone on the bed, but started pushing her hips back against him. "Don't stop. Too good, I want more."
Will obliged. He picked up the pace and started ploughing into her. His muscular arms wrapped around her shoulders as he kissed her head and her neck. Maria, between moans, twisted back towards him, desperate to return his kisses.
"Does that feel good? My big cock in your little married cunt?" has asked.
"So so good" she gasped
"Better than your husband?"
"Mmmm, bigger, so big."
"Better?" he persevered.
"Mmmmm, right now it feels fucking great." She said as another orgasm started to build.
I could see him forcing a smile. Realising she wouldn't say what he wanted, even though she didn't know I could still see and hear. "For the rest of the night I'll just have to try harder. By the time we are done I want to leave you addicted to big cock. And desperate to see me again."
With that he fucked her faster and harder than he had done before. She was screaming his name lost in her ecstasy. At the height of her pleasure Will reached over towards the phone. The screen went black.
I looked at the clock. Saw it wasn't even 11:30 am. I'd watched them fuck for less than half an hour. she had cum really hard once and she was about to have an even bigger orgasm when the call was ended. She had been his room for four hours already. She would be with him for many more hours. Closing my eyes I could see him fucking her. See and hear her respond to him. I grabbed a beer. It was going to be a long sleepless night. For all three of us.
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This is Part of the Series - The Making of Mr Fourways - Bonus content 1 - Nurse Stephanie
<em>This is a sort of bonus - bonus story for those who have read part three of the Making of Mr Fourways.</em>
<em>I don't expect high ratings but here goes.</em>
<em>This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but <u>all characters are 18 years old or older</u>. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don't flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction. Please note I am aware of the continuity error about the number of times and condom use, but Alex lied.</em>
<strong>0.4. Rewarded not Sold Bonus Nr 1</strong>
This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish, but all characters are 18+.
This is Part of the Series - The Making of Mr Fourways
<em>I had thought I had finished the series, but as the first rating was a 1, it made me realise that it didn't really include any 'getting it on', just references to it. Although Alex Hughes gets through a lot of action there are only four candidates for which a description of action not described is worthwhile and so I belatedly present one of them here. The candidates are Juliet, Natasha, the Nurse and the Barista. I have considered the first two and although they have their plus points, Juliet's acting references and Natalie's butt plug, they are going to be similar to Wendy and Natalie, as they are also students. The clinic nurse and the Barista have a different background and as they are post exams and nothing to do with Wendy's control and possibly mark the start of Alex as having some control of his relationships, rather than a puppet. I present the first of them here and if the ratings show it is welcome, I will do a second, and then that's your lot...</em>
<em>Or not...</em>
<em>This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but <u>all characters are 18 years old or older</u>. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don't flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.</em>
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<u>Nurse Stephanie.</u>
The results of the final year exams were released, and I got a solid result, a lower second-class degree and not the upper that I really needed. I suspected that I would have difficulty in getting a job with a Consultant and I didn't fancy a life on the road living in temporary accommodation as it felt more like home life or back with Mrs Jennings. Fortunately, I had good Microsoft Office and coding skills and had signed up with an employment agency for receptionist, clerical of basic IT work.
I attended the STI clinic the day after that and the appointment I was given was the last one of the day. In fact later than I had ever attended, so I was worried was bad news.
Instead of the normal nurse, a middle age woman called Valerie, who I saw on my previous visits, there was a much younger woman, I guessed not much older than me, if at all. The other thing was she met me at the door, as there was nobody on reception. She smiled at me and said. "Come in." I followed her nice figure into the office, and she said. "Sit down Alex, my name is Stephanie." In a way that didn't sound like I was going to be read the Riot Act. Also the use of 'Alex' not 'Mr Hughes' was a bit less formal that nurse Valerie, or Val, used in introductions.
I looked at Stephanie, and my cock twitched. Her almond shaped face was beautiful with large green eyes, button nose and full lips with a corona of deep golden hair and a long neck on narrow shoulders. Despite her top being tight to the point of bursting and crushing them together, her breasts were partially eclipsing her arms, but her waist was narrow, and her trousers seemed tight across the hips. Her name badge on her NHS lanyard was in back to front, but I didn't need to see that, and she didn't need to see my growing budge, so had to mask it as I quickly sat as instructed.
She continued in the same tone, looking at her notes, which seemed to have more pages than my folder normally held. She lifted her head and looked straight at me. "Do you know how much work your escapades have caused us?"
I was puzzled. "No, not really, I mean my results have been mostly clear so, no, why?"
"Well, your little service to needy girls seemed to have ignited their sex drives and with your rather full diary, they have been rampaging through the available male student population."
I sat up a bit straighter. "Well, I don't see how I am liable for that, but why has it made lots of work?"
She smiled and my cock responded further, so I crossed my legs. "Oh, we don't think you are the cause of our workload, in fact we have traced and treated the culprits," She flipped through the papers, "but it took detective work and getting partner lists from the women who needed treatment until we could contact the secondaries and also find the common factors," She sighed "three men who, to be honest, had little to commend them except their ability to sweet talk women out of condom use and to spread treatable STIs."
"Oh, I can see how that would be vexing, but what about my results today? Oh, and I hope nurse Valerie is well?"
Stephanie smiled and I had to nudge my erection to something more comfortable. Apart from the smile, she was getting even more attractive to look as and I am sure her legs were in sheer black stockings, and she had on black patent low heel shoes. I had been looking under the desk.
She seemed to be looking back and I'm sure she noticed. "Firstly, Valerie is well and I asked to take this appointment. Secondly, your results are clear. Thirdly, I would like to examine you first hand to see the cause of the overtime."
I relaxed at the first two bits of news and then frowned at the third. "Is that really, necessary or even appropriate?"
She smiled again and I am sure she winked. "Oh, I am not talking about a work examination, more a private, intimate, examination in an informal setting?"
I frowned again, but then smiled, sensing how that was going to pan out. "Eh, how informal?" I scanned the room and there was nothing informal looking in the clinic.
"Oh, as I said, this is not work related, more personal research, as in 'what a good orgasm feels like'. I feel a bit deprived from what I have been told... And the setting would be my bedroom at home."
I smiled and it was replicated by her. "Stephanie, I would be pleased to assist your studies in compensation for your tireless work for the health of us students." And I winked. "I just hope that there is nobody else at home, or too close, who might be alarmed at the noise I suspect, no expect, you will be making by the end."
Her eyes sparkled. "In that case Alex, please call me Steff, but you seem very confident in your abilities."
I leaned forward and smiled. "I have a good track record, as I am sure you have also been told. Are we going now or do I need a private appointment at a later date?"
She beamed. "I was hoping you would be free immediately."
I nodded. "I am, but I would comment I haven't eaten yet and I assure you that we will need to keep your energy levels up as will I."
"Oh, I will need to keep my energy levels up will I?"
"Ohhh yes... I assure you, you will get a good workout over the course of this evening."
She tilted her head prettily. "This whole evening?" I nodded. "Well we best get started."
She went via the staff room and lockers and changed into a double-breasted wraparound dress that confirmed all that I had gathered about her figure and in particular showed that she also had a very nice bottom, which the uniform had almost entirely failed in hiding.
We went to a local noodle house and topped up on carbs and Steff insisted on paying. We then went to her flat and I was pleased to see that there were few lights on, implying that lots of people were out for the evening.
We didn't spend time on pleasantries, but went straight to her bedroom, and she was about to unbutton her dress when I closed in, shaking my head, and hugging her, went straight into a French kiss. Of course, she tasted of noodles, but so did I and I quickly picked up notes of her own aroma. My hands roved over her body, mapping out the contours and massaging her beautifully full and tight glutes. My kissing moved from mouth to neck, to earlobe to shoulder and back via her mouth to the other side. One hand or the other circling to the front to feel her breasts from the side which truly were a delightful size and weight.
I caught the first hint of arousal, in a woman who had doubts about her capacity for such delights. I had found that the slightest pleasure through clothing was erotic as it implied so much more was possible with it removed. I moved my kisses to the front of her neck and into her cleavage. By now her hands were working up and down my back and grabbing my arse to enable her to grind her mons over my vertical erection, so I was able to bring both hands to her breasts and drop my head to mouth at her nipples through her dress and bra.
"Oh, Alex! Please let me take off my dress, please!"
"No!" I said with a sense of control I hadn't used before. "I'll do it." And with that I gently stepped back and slowly worked on the buttons, working from the bottom to the top so that when I flipped it open and slid it off her shoulders I got a 'big reveal' and what it revealed was big as I knew all along. But the bra was not substantial, a sheer translucent chiffon type fabric with a lacy multi coloured print. I could make out the shape and colour of the areola, a medium brown, with the nipples already showing encouraging signs of excitement. Her she also had matching panties and the stocking tops were clearly the self-supporting type in a nice lace pattern.
I closed the gap again and dropped to my knees so the I could return to my worship of those breasts, the finest I had seen, or even if they weren't Steff would believe they were as I told her through my ministrations. She was squirming, and tugging at my hair and complaining that it was too nice. I had one hand behind her waist and the other on the breast I didn't have in my mouth. I then snuck my hand up to her back and was pleased that I could release the clasp with one hand and we mutually broke contact so that she could discard the already damp item of clothing.
I returned my assault on those magnificent breasts and the nipples were now like the first joint of my little finger on puffy areolas that were an inch across. Steff was moaning and I couldn't believe no man, or anyone, had failed to give her a good orgasm. She had been rubbing her mons against the bottom of my right ribcage and my next move was to bring my right hand down and between her legs and up to cup her mons through the matching panties. They were not damp...
They were drenched!
And I worked my middle finger along her valley to make her wetter, if that was possible, and to give the first nudge to her clit, which was impressively proud of her mons, and she moaned and clutched my head. Her legs started to wobble so I gently nudged her to the double bed where she fell back, with her legs off the edge. Her hands went to her waist and so I peeled her panties off and inhaled her fascinating scent before kissing her right leg from above the stocking tops to the side of her crotch, then switching to her left leg.
Steff moaned. "Alex, stop fucking around and eat my pussy." I licked her crotch either side of her pussy, which was clean shaven except for a patch above the clit. Steff moaned again. "Please... like... now!"
"Since you asked so nicely, your wish is my command." And after a second's delay to breathe in her scent, it would have been sacrilege not to, I used my thumbs to spread her pussy lips and I did a firm, long lick from the bottom to the top, including a swirl on her fantastic clit. Oh, she tasted so good! I then commenced to feast on her, mouthing, licking, sucking and driving my tongue into her sex tunnel. My hands had now swept up her body and were working on her glorious breasts. And Steff started to scream as an orgasm swept through her body, her hips bucking and my fingers became wet as I think she even produced some milk from my tweaking of her nipples.
As her orgasm raged, I had reduced the fervour of my attentions, and as it settled there was a knock on her door and I froze. A voice I am sure I recognised said. "Steff, are you alright?"
Breathlessly she replied. "Yes Mum... more than alright."
"Alex?"
"Oh, yes Mum... and he has only just started."
"I'll be out till ten, enjoy yourselves."
I had to ask. "Was that Valerie?"
Steff sounded a bit embarrassed. "Yes, is that a problem?" We had made eye contact across the landscape of her gorgeous naked body.
I decided that as nobody was upset, I wasn't going to upset them and, post results, my diary was looking empty. "Not to me... shall I go onto the good bit?" And smiled.
"Yes please, but I want to see your cock before you put it in me."
I gave Steff an even bigger smile. "Oh, that's not what I meant, just relax." Her head dropped back and I went back to kissing her pussy, resulting in a little moan. I head the front door close. I gently inserted my middle and ring fingers of my right hand and gently moved them to ensure Steff was content with their presence and her moans confirmed that she was. I gently turned them so my palm was upwards and moved them slowly in and out.
My left hand had returned to her breasts. I had taken the opportunity to lick my fingers and it certainly tasted like it might have been milk. So now I worked again on milking squeezes on her prominent nipples, which resulted in Steff's hands joining mine.
I curled my fingers, and as I detected a subtle texture change, Steff suddenly gasped and I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. I lifted my head so I could watch the forthcoming wonderful sight and brought my thumb to work on her clit. I gently picked up the pace of stimulation of her g-spot and her body started to writhe and shudder. Her moans built, her vagina spasmed repeatedly, her breasts gave up milk, her sex got wetter, her head thrashed around as she screamed profanities, her orgasm took her and shook her like a rag doll.
The sight was wonderful, sexy and sacred. I felt so honoured to be there. I also watched carefully, judging the moment of peak stimulation to avoid a petite mort. But I was so enthralled, that I overshot, and Steff collapsed almost breathless, and I slowly removed my hands.
I quickly stripped off my clothes, putting a cache of things from my pocket on the bedside table, and crawled up on the bed to cuddle her exhausted form. I couldn't help but to suckle her breast and taste the sweet nipple which suddenly responded with a burst of fluid, but also a moan from her lips and I moved up to kiss her as her eyes fluttered open. She sighed. "Alex, that was beyond good, I don't know if I will ever feel the same. What can I do to reward you?"
I gently moved her left hand down onto my hard cock. She stroked it and looked at me. "Oh, Alex, I couldn't possibly have you in me right now, I would die of pleasure."
"Steff," I said quietly. "I'm not expecting that, yet, but I would enjoy you kissing and wanking my cock and balls, then we will see what fun is next." And she nodded and smiled, and my cock surged in response.
I rolled onto my back and Steff moved herself around to initially lie with her head on my stomach with her right hand draped across me with which she held the base of my cock. She took the head of it into her mouth as she used her left hand to massage my balls. "Oh, Alex, you taste so amazing." And that seemed to revive her as she raised her body like my precum was the elixir of life and soon she was up on her knees and working her mouth further and further on my cock in combination with her hand.
I resisted letting my left hand wander up her thigh and caress her pussy. Well, I did for all of a minute, but I couldn't resist and as I stroked so her enthusiasm grew and with that my verbal encouragement. She moved to licking down my shaft to my balls which she licked and sucked. "Oh Alex, you have the best cock I have ever seen."
I smiled at her. "I bet you say that to all the men."
She giggled. "Only those with the best cocks, and so far, that is just you." And with that she went back to taking my glans in her mouth and working on it with increasing enthusiasm from her mouth and hands. The pleasure built and built until I shuddered and gifted her a taste of extra precum, and I wilted for a minute to two.
Steff turned her head and looked at me. "It's true, you don't come. What next?"
"Next I get to fuck those magnificent milky breasts!" And with that I rolled her onto her back and grabbed a small packet from those I had pulled from my pocket. I straddled her body and squeezed the strawberry flavour lube along my cock, which then dribbled into her cleavage. I laid my cock down in that wonderful valley and brought her breasts around it and it as the best I had ever felt.
I started to work my cock between those erotic mounds, trying to get my thumbs up to her nipples and then Steff's hands were there controlling her breasts and leaving me free to work on milking her breasts, as I realised it was the whole of the areola and nipple that needed attention. As my cock appeared from the top of her cleavage, Steff managed to get her tongue of lips to briefly touch it.
My pace of thrusting increased and Steff thew back her head, groaning. I felt her cross her legs and then buck her hips and her breasts oozed and even jetted some milk as she had an orgasm from my stimulation. She had barely recovered before I had my own, laying my nectar on her neck and I rolled off her, temporarily exhausted.
We lay there and kissed and my left hand roamed across those magnificent mountains and then travelled south to her stomach and the pleasure lands below. I had barely reached there when Steff's right hand held it and her left claimed my re-rampant cock. She squeezed it. "Alex, any chance of you fucking me now, I so missed having you there when I just climaxed?"
I kissed her and whispered in her ear. "One question, wrapped or unwrapped?"
She giggled. "We are all good for unwrapped, if you don't mind, and can you do me doggie style, I have never tried that before?" Oh what fools had failed to enjoy this woman to the full, if really at all.
"Oh, with an offer like of that; who could possibly refuse." Steff rolled onto her hands and knees in a downward dog pose, but I gathered up all the pillows and put them under her, in the confident expectation of her collapse. I grabbed another lube sachet, vanilla, and used some to 'slick my dick' and then got behind her beautiful behind and I realised it was the first time I could really appreciate what a fine example it was. Full and round and firm and smooth.
I placed my left hand on those curves, which so complimented her breasts and then quickly used my right hand to move my cock up and down her ready slit and into her tunnel of sex which was 'oh so ready for it'. It may have been ready, but it was gloriously tight and seemed to be rippled and so much better to feel unwrapped. I was working steadily and could feel the response from her body, when Steff reached back and pulled out the pillows, scattering them on the floor. I wondered why, but then realised she had dropped her shoulders so that as I thrusted her breasts were being stroked back and forth across the bed, stimulating her nipples.
I was holding her fantastic buttocks and couldn't help but use my thumbs to spread them and reveal her rosebud which looked so sweet, and my thumbs got closer and closer and there was no objection until Steff turned her head and said. "Would you like to die in there?"
I was taken aback for a moment. "Have you have spoken to Juliet?"
"Ohhh... yesss!" Steff groaned back; I was clearly on the way to giving her another climax.
I snagged the part sachet of lube and managed to spread her rear enough to empty the remains onto the target and flicked it away before my thumbs followed the lube down to her rosebud. As I pounded in and out of her amazing vagina I worked on lubricating the area and slowly easing my right thumb in, and noted her tense up. I asked. "Have you done anal before?"
She panted. "Once... it didn't go well... but I have faith in... youuuu."
I spoke softly, despite my rising senses and I was sure that if I had been massaging her clit, she would have climaxed by now. "Then just trust me and re-lax." And the effect was immediate, with my thumb disappearing to the joint and beyond. I swirled it and pulled it back so that I could slide the left in to join it. I worked the pair of them to slowly ease her gateway open and to pleasure those sensitive few inches.
Steff then dropped her right shoulder to the mattress and brought her fingers around to work on her clit and she was moaning. I felt her start to clamp down on my cock as I rammed in and out of her, slapping against that most sexy arse. She started to scream and I eased off the pace until she had settled, and then I ramped it up again and she started to moan and then collapsed flat, leaving my erection and hands in and on nothing.
Steff rolled over and spread her legs. "Finish me, I need you in now." I moved to the right to be between her thighs and brought myself across her nubile body and she took hold of my cock, worked it up and down her swollen labia and into the entrance to her love. I looked to the left, where we had been, and could see two damp trails from her nipples movements on the sheet. I smiled, she smiled back and I drove deep into her body in one movement, and she gasped.
I started my final approach, keeping my body in as much contact to hers as I could to maximise the contact with her clit and nipples and she moaned again and reached a sudden orgasm, which was my signal to rise, with a slightly damp chest, and then thrust long, hard and fast until my body shuddered and I drove down on my pelvic floor as I came. I then collapsed back on Steff's satiated body and we were kissing like it had just been invented.
I pulled myself clear and laid beside her on the milk-streaked sheet, my erection standing tall. "Steff, you need to straddle me, like you are going to do cowgirl and then settle on me, but with your back door. But first, pass me another sachet from the table."
She rose, looked at me and smiled. "Oh, you are so thoughtful and kind." And she offered me a packet.
I raised an eyebrow. "Did you mean to give me a condom, I meant a lube?"
She laughed and leant over and gave me a lube, cherry. "Only use the condom if you want to, I was hoping to feel you come in me."
I flicked the condom packet away and opened the lube with which I anointed my cock and Steff slathered it along the length. She then rose up and moved herself forward, nearly impaling herself with her pussy, but then finding the right location and she eased down my glans negotiating entry, but she hesitated. I reached out for breasts and tweaked her nipples causing her to moan and relax, resulting her to slide down my shaft those all-important inches.
I thrusted from below for some minutes and her gaping pussy was opening and closing like it was breathing hard and Steff started to moan and groan in growing arousal. As it grew, she was unable to keep herself raised up, and rather than her collapsing and having to take my full length, I laid her body on mine.
I continued to thrust with my hips and kissed Steff long and hard. She raised herself and I was I managed to bring first one and then the other nipple to my mouth and suckled her sweet milk. She groaned and screamed and I could feel her body spasming on mine and my own pleasure built. "Ohhh... Stefffff... heeerree... IIII... commmeee..." And with that I came as hard as I had for months spraying hot load after hot load into Steff's body, adding more lubrication.
As a result, I slid deeper into her than I had until then and that extra stimulation for me, and the cycle of the thrusts it inspired, and I even think Steff's body's reactions resulted in my full penetration of her. We laid there, both exhausted and satisfied and my cock gradually softening and sliding out of Steff's nether entrance. I whispered. "I think we need a shower." She nodded and rolled off me.
Steff looked at the bed, stained and with open and new packets scattered around the place. "I'll have to totally sort Mum's bedroom out before she comes back."
We kissed and cuddled and fondled in the shower, but mutually we agreed that we were too satisfied to embark on a second session, which was no surprise to me.
After we dressed and over a cup of tea, we discussed why she had been so deprived of orgasms. It turned out that she had had few sexual encounters as most men are too daunted by her figure to ask her out, to the extent she was starting to believe she was not attractive. Of those who did, most of those were so aroused by her body that they came before she did, or so self-centred that they didn't try to satisfy anyone but themselves.
I advised her to find a nice, unattached, and shy man. Then to chat him up and ask him out and basically, in time, seduce him and train him how to take care of her needs. She smiled as if someone came to mind. But, still concerned that she wasn't attractive, she worried that if she did, he would chase other women. I assured her that no man with two brain cells would ever desert her, as he would be disappointed if he did.
Oh, and 'yes my results were real', 'no she isn't a nurse', 'yes she was squeezed into a borrowed uniform' and 'Valerie checked in for my sake so that I would be aware I had been set up'. Was I upset? No, except, as in so many cases this would be our one night together and that was a pity as I had never been with such a sexy orgasmic woman. I wished her future happiness with the man she clearly had in mind when I suggested that she made someone into her ideal lover.
My life, strange as it now is, moves on...
<em>(continued? Not with Steff, it depends on whether people want to hear about the Barista?)</em>
<em>(continued... Much Ado About Mr Fourways Series... unless you read those first)</em>
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4: SHERYL and the Lady in a Wheelchair
This is a true story just like the rest. A chain of events has led us to this story beginning some time back. As readers of the previous stories will know I am a very skilled healer using light and colour energy that can be applied even into the eyes. What makes this story so poignant is the twist at the end. If only I had known - Read on ...
Following the previous night's amazing sex with Sheryl we set off in the car to visit a lady in a wheelchair. Now, like many before me and no doubt millions who come after me, we create images in our mind of what this or that person might look like. And in my case how she might feel about the light treatment. Fortunately this lady had been told what I could do so I was hoping her expectations were not too high. After all there was only one healer who was capable of instant miracles.
We arrived at a neat little house on the outskirts of the beach settlement. In fact it was the last house of all. On three sides it was bordered by wild marram grass and a small stream ran past the back garden. I admit I was nervous; more from what the lady's expectations might be than from anything else.
Sheryl led the way onto the deck and into the living room. Seated in a wheelchair with a smile on her face was a lady of late 30's early 40's dressed in a green smock type dress. She was lovely.
We said our hello's and Sheryl went to make us a cup of coffee while I engaged Maureen in small talk explaining about the use of the Bioptron. Over coffee I was able to find out that her legs were, according to the doctor's, paralyzed through nerve damage in the lower spine. They were feeling very bloated and contributed to her inability to walk or move them.
I do know a lot about anatomy because it often helps us to know where a problem might be being generated from a different part of the body. For example nearly all intermittent lower back pain actually begins with the shoulders. It is posture that causes the problem and that starts at the neck. And in Maureen's case I discovered this could be part of the problem.
She had been taking her young kids to school when she was hit by a car load of teenagers.
Her daughter had been killed and her son was in a home for the mentally impaired as a result of injuries he sustained. She had suffered whiplash and a broken leg and of course the continuing mental anguish of what had become of her children. This had been several years ago and her husband had left her only a year after the accident.
It was a distressing story but she was very brave in being so open with me about the circumstances. It had taken two years before the paralysis had appeared and she had been in this state for over 3 years. The doctor and specialist costs had eaten away at her remaining savings but they said there was nothing more they could do for her. So she relied on the goodwill of people like Sheryl to visit her, help with housework and keep her spirits up.
While this discussion was going on an idea began to form in my mind. Now I am a firm believer that ideas, gut instinct, intuition are heaven sent and have never failed to follow the instincts that were starting to blossom in my mind. So I asked her one simple question "What do you miss most of all"?
I had expected many of the usual answers but hers floored me.
"I want to still be sexually attractive to men" was her answer. Even Sheryl hadn't seen that answer coming.
Sheryl and I looked at each other with mutual understanding before I answered.
"From what I can see you are a very attractive woman but to make sexual advances in your condition would be cruel"
She smiled then said "Oh I have been propositioned once or twice before so I know I have the physical assets to be attractive, but most males wouldn't want the bother of caring for someone who can't walk."
Then she added " I get relief by masturbating but it can't replace the real thing".
I sat there stunned by this revelation. Even Sheryl was surprised by this open statement and she had been around Maureen for nearly 2 years.
I said I needed to excuse myself for a few moments to go into the back garden for a smoke and to think things over about the treatment and the two women said that was fine.
There was no mistaking the intent in Maureen's words. She wanted sex but probably without the problems associated with a long term affair. She seemed to know how that would work out.
I wondered what Sheryl was thinking about the situation and if we might have a private moment to discuss what the implications were. So I had to think in two different ways.
First, how was I going to respond to what had obviously been a sexual challenge. And secondly what could I do with the light treatment to try and ease her physical disability. The most pressing question was which I should attend to first. Then I made up my mind and followed my instincts. The treatment had to come first and I was fairly positive how to go about that.
When I arrived back in the room Sheryl was comforting Maureen with a hug. As Sheryl told me later, Maureen was astounded by her own temerity in letting her feelings towards me come tumbling out of her mouth and was concerned I wouldn't offer to treat her.
I put on a happy face and announced "I have an idea but I will need your help Sheryl. We need to get Maureen onto a bed and dressed in just pants and bra. Maureen, I am going to shine the light along the inside of your groin down both sides along with a few other less private areas. So if you have any objections I will try and think of some other way to get fluid flow through the lymph nodes in your groin. Or Sheryl might offer to do it for you with my guidance"
She stopped sniffling, gave a rueful smile and said "No I am quite happy for you to do the treatment. I have nothing to hide, I am not a prude and I am built just like any other woman"
So we wheeled Maureen into her bedroom and between us we helped her into a sitting position on her low level bed. I offered to leave the room while Sheryl got Maureen's outer wear off and said softly to Sheryl "Come and get me when you have finished. There are a few questions I need to ask you". She gave me a knowing smile then shooed me out of the room.
About 5 minutes later she came out and straight away said to me "You know she wants you sexually don't you"? I replied "I guessed as much but I can't do that". "Why not?" she retorted. "Well I have no idea how it will affect the way you feel about me" I said.
She gave a low chuckle and said "Would it upset you if you knew I gave the Sir I looked after the occasional blow job when he needed it?"
"What you have done in your past life and I in mine doesn't come in to this equation. But we have a 'now ' situation and I don't want that to upset you" was all I could think of to say. Sheryl then came up with the perfect answer "What if we both give Maureen sexual satisfaction together"?
God she was some woman this one. I laughed and said "O.K ., but we have to do this very sensitively and at her pace and with her agreement" "That won't be necessary" said Sheryl. "When you feel the moment is right I know you will start kindly; I will just tune in when I feel it is right"
So we headed back into the bedroom where Maureen was now lying on her back on the bed, in her bra and pants. She had beautiful full breasts that didn't flop to the side. They were not overly heavy, just nicely shaped and the nipples created a little bump against the thin white fabric.
Her pants were of the same material and enclosed a prominent pubic mound covered with trimmed hair.
She was beautiful in every sense of the word, except for her thighs that were very swollen.
I approached the bed in my best medical manner and said "Now young Maureen why are you showing off such a sexy body to an aged medical man"?
She burst into fits of laughter and I knew we had made the right approach. I showed her a programme of light treatment using different colours that I was going to do.
They also involve various creams and gels that are smoothed on to the area being treated. When I get to the groin with a cream was going to be a telling point – fortunately it was early in the programme with the buttocks being the last area to be treated. That would involve pulling the pants off that area, so any by play could be developed from then on.
I explained the process and showed her the programme as it was written out in the manual. A cleansing fluid is the first to be used on the legs, feet and then the groin. As I approached her pubic mound and pulled the lacy edge away from the legs she asked "Do you see anything there that you like"? " Of course I do" I said. "I have always been entranced and fascinated by the female vulva area"
She smiled as I applied the fluid down the joint of her leg almost to the anus. I could see wetness on the pants while doing the second leg. She was enjoying this.
The fluid is also applied to the solar plexus, liver and stomach area. I took my time here because I was getting much pleasure running my fingers and palm across her flat taut stomach area. Then we began with the lights on various upper region areas.
This was followed by using red light on the groin seams. I had to open her legs a bit to get the light down along the groove. "Wanting a better view my dear"? asked Maureen. "You bet" I said. "Well why don't you take the pants off"? she said. I motioned to Sheryl to give me a hand and we took off the pants. "Take my bra off too please, it is a bit tight when I lie down" pleaded Maureen.
I got Sheryl to oblige while I moved the light down her groin. Then I noticed that Sheryl was at the head of the bed softly massaging Maureen's shoulders and down onto the upper breast area. Maureen was getting even wetter.
When I had finished with the groin I did the legs with creams and light then asked Sheryl to give me a hand to turn Maureen on her side so I could do her backside.
As we used our hands on her hips to move her body I had to put my hand between her thighs to move the upper leg. Maureen moved her hand down and pulled my hand up into her wetness. I leant over and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and said "Don't be so impatient. Treatment number two will begin after treatment number one". She nodded and Sheryl smiled. Once again we had struck just the right note.
Lying on her right side was difficult for her with both legs together, so when the treatments were nearly finished I re-arranged her legs so the top one was out to her right while the lower one was back a little to her left. This brought her pussy into a more accessible place.
Then while using the last cream on her behind I allowed my hand to slide between her legs and rub her pussy very softly. The wetness just flowed onto my hand even though she hadn't come.
Then I told her that if she would like some sexual relief both Sheryl and I would oblige.
By this time Sheryl was kneading her full breasts and tweaking the nipples, obviously to the delight of both of them.
Maureen then said "That would be wonderful for me but what about you two"?
I said "This is about fulfilling your needs but we will both get pleasure from your arousal. I am going to enter you from behind which will be easier for both of us while Sheryl takes care of the upper half. Would that be to your liking"? "Oh yes please but can I see your cock and feel it first"?
I walked around to the other side of the bed that she was facing and began to take off my trousers and underpants. I was fully extended and the knob was flushed with blood. "Here you are sweet lady, help yourself"
She reached out and tentatively took my tool in her free hand, stroked it for a while then pulled me towards her upturned face. I let her take me into her mouth for a short while because the novelty of what was happening was already increasing the need to release. Sheryl was all smiles.
Then I pulled away from her mouth and went round behind her while Sheryl took my place and proceeded to suck her breasts.
I had a moment of jealousy because they were stunning and I love breasts but then realised I was heading for a better target.
I climbed on to the bed, spooning Maureen's back into my chest and put one hand over her shoulder to reach a breast. Sheryl took my hand and guided it to her left nipple.
As I snuggled closer my cock traced down between her buttock cheeks until I reached the lips of her pussy. Maureen's hand came down and with just her thumb and forefinger she helped to guide me to her treasured place. Using my fingers I stroked the outer lips apart and then slowly pushed myself into her. She kept her finger and thumb around the base of my cock forming a tight ring.
She was very loose at the entrance and further in and I asked her if should feel anything.
"Oh you have no idea how nice that feels as it goes in", she replied and soon had accommodated my full length.
She couldn't thrust through lack of feeling in her pelvis so I did all the work for her, fingering her clit as well. It didn't take long for her to flood my cock with come but the spasms in her vagina were quite soft and not very powerful. However she was gasping with the orgasm and that was enough for me to spurt into her.
She said she could feel that and it felt wonderful.
I peeked over to see what Sheryl was up to and I grinned when I saw Maureen's hand up between her legs and Sheryl almost coming as well. When Sheryl came I pulled out of Maureen, giving her one last slide of my cock across her anus before wiping myself with a handy towel.
Maureen began to cry, which I presumed was a combination of joy and gratitude. Or because what she had wanted for so long was now over. We cleaned away the come, gave her pussy a soft wash and made our farewells with many kisses and a final stroke of her breasts and nipples from me.
It was quite late and Maureen said she was quite happy to stay in her bed to relive the moment and eventually, we hoped, enjoy a restful sleep.
We discussed the whole event on our way home and agreed we had both handled everything quite well. I also suggested jokingly to Sheryl that maybe she could become lesbian and give Maureen some more 'treatment'. She smiled and said "That was not the first time for us".
Whoa - this lady had more tricks than a bag of monkeys. Including a friendly hand over my still tumescent cock all the way back to her place.
When we got back to Sheryl's caravan we were both hungry. Not for food but for some good loving sex. Sheryl asked me if I had considered anal entry on Maureen and I told her "I did, but that might have been too close to the spinal damage and maybe just for once it was her need that took priority over her helpless vulnerability."
"You are a wonderful man and you deserve a big reward. I loved what you did for Maureen and with me last night so I am inviting you to take me like a caveman . I want you to fuck me very hard, deep up my arse". For someone who rarely used that type of language she must have been really feeling horny.
It was a great love session but she seemed a little sad even though she thoroughly enjoyed the anal. As she said when we finished "I'm glad I got two treatments of that". I took my leave next morning.
I didn't know that would be the last time I saw Sheryl. Two months later she died from a cancer I didn't even know she had. I ended up in hospital for a femoral artery bypass just two weeks after she passed away and through complications on the operating table I nearly joined her.
It was only when I sent her a text message after my operation to let her know what had been happening to me, that I got a reply from her son to say she had passed to the other side. It took me many months to get over her death and the loss of a woman who never once complained about her own illness. It also taught me to stop feeling sorry for my own temporary disability when I thought about what Maureen had endured.
I received a letter from Maureen (actually it was a long email) many months later to say she was now on a walker and out of the wheelchair. She thanked me profusely for both treatments and in her own words believed that the second one had done more for her than the first.I couldn't complain about that comment because I had been responsible for both and at least one had worked.
But it was her final words that threw me completely.
"I know you can only privately grieve Sheryl's passing. She told me about your partner and the situation you were in before you came to see me, as well as saying what a fabulous lover you are for a man of your age. She believed you should have been allowed to roam New Zealand to make many other women happy too. That is one of the reasons I came on to you so quickly and with her approval and blessings because I wanted you to know I wanted you.
She said you would soon work out my real need and try and do something for me. Sheryl was right, you certainly do know how to please a woman and I think you knew that was my basic need to get better again. A lot of it was in my head but by being so kind and happy when you loved me made such a difference.
It was also wonderful to again to smell a male scent and to hold and taste your manhood. I just needed someone with understanding to make love to me in the way that you did. And to do it without fear or hesitation because you were so sure of what you were doing".
"I also knew about Sheryl's cancer and that being 82 years old she couldn't last very long. She told me how happy she was when with you. It allowed her to hide her pain and when you made love to her the pain just went away for hours afterwards.
When I cried after making love to you both it was for both of you. It was because I knew how serious her illness was, and you not knowing about her cancer nor knowing her age, or that you would lose her soon.
Or that she and I had been lovers many years before my accident. We both have lost a wonderful person and most of all I treasure her ability to share you with me without jealousy.
Thank you both for your love and understanding of my needs. I hope one day we can meet again and this time let me take care of your sexual needs with gratitude and equal love".
I cried again as I wrote this story in memory of a precious lady who gave me back an important part of my life, but since Sheryl, the desire has largely deserted me. Until hopefully another Sheryl comes along.
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CH 04 - The Adventures of Chance Fletcher - Changeroom Encounter
As busy as Chance was with his consulting business, he also believed the old maxim of "Work hard, play hard" and this wasn't always sexual. As Chance was about to discover however, sometimes the two could cross over.
Whenever he had the opportunity, Chance enjoyed playing hockey, had since he was a kid. The speed of the action suited his personality, and he had been playing with the same set of guys since high school. Chance had seen most of these guys go from that time to the current time, from girlfriends to wives and from weekend keggers to kids birthday parties. None of them had ever given him grief when he'd come out, in fact not a single one of them had treated him any differently and Chance felt comfortable there.
Naturally the commitment level had fallen off, not all the guys were there all the time, Chance included, life had gotten a lot more full since their high school years, but somehow the same general crew of guys had stuck together and still managed to play in their "beer league" together. As was typical of guys, none of them were overly close, but they knew if they needed each other, they'd be there.
One guy had always seemed a little different, and he'd certainly caught Chance's eye many years ago. Brad was probably an inch or two shorter than Chance's 6'2" height and where Chance had a larger build, Brad was more of a swimmers build but still muscular and really well proportioned. When Chance had seen the new Top Gun movie, he realized Brad looked just like the guy who played Rooster, the actor Miles Teller. Brad even had the cute little mustache the character had, that somehow really worked on him all complimented by a great head of wavy, rich light brown hair.
The reason Brad seemed to stand out was nothing that unusual or really anything that Chance could put his finger on - so to speak. Anyone who has ever played any kind of sport that involves group showering at the end will tell you it's pretty homoerotic, even if some of the guys are oblivious to it. Lot's of goofing around, teasing and comments, showing off in a lot of different ways, but of course nothing ever happens. Right? However Brad had always seemed like he was aware of it, enjoyed it and perhaps wanted more of it. Chance had never really seen his hockey friends as anything more, and that was okay with him. However, Brad had always kind of been on his radar.
It was a bit of a surprise however when Chance finally was able to head into the changeroom to find Brad the only one still there. Chance had been catching up with one of the refs who had also been around since Chance was in highschool. They'd had a great conversation and it was nice to renew that connection, so he wasn't really thinking of anything when he pushed open the door to get his gear off and head for the showers. Yet there was Brad.
It looked like he hadn't gotten off the ice that much further ahead than Chance, as he was still unlacing his skates and only had his helmet and gloves off. Chance sat down on the other side of the U-shaped benches that faced into the room where a couple of more benches were in the centre. The change room was basic, it was a simple community rink after all, but around the corner was another large room, same U-shape configuration with showers and off to the side of all this were toilets and sinks. Made up of large cinder-block walls, painted in the traditional pale colours of public facilities all over the world.
"Hey Brad, how've you been?" Chance asked as he pulled off his own helmet and gloves.
Brad glanced over, catching Chance's eye for a moment before looking down again "Not bad."
Chance noticed both men were now getting all their gear off at about the same speed, Chance couldn't help but notice that Brad was still......beautiful.
"Not bad?" Chance responded, "That doesn't sound awesome."
"I guess not," Brad said with a bit of a sad laugh.
Though they had never been overly close, there was a long history between the two men, so Chance continued.
"Seriously man, what's going on? You want to talk about it?"
"I guess I'm not my usual self, I know that for sure. In fact that may be the only thing I know for sure." Again with a little laugh, the hurt in his voice was evident.
Chance decided in that moment that there was no way he could just ignore this, he knew someone needed to talk to Brad and that these guys were the worst at asking for help of any kind. He figured if there was one thing he could do it was listen.
Chance walked over, now in his very sweaty underwear, and sat down on one of the centre benches across from Brad.
"This sounds like you're dealing with a lot bud, anything I can do? Seriously, what's going on?"
Brad, also stripped down, sad down a little defeatedly.
"I've been having a bit of a struggle I guess. My wife and I broke up, just wasn't working, and I've asked myself a lot of questions before and after, and I just don't know what I want or even, I guess who I am."
"That's really normal", said Chance "Whenever you go through a breakup you can't have to put the pieces back together and sometimes they fit in different places now, that's not a bad thing, it just suck to have to go through it."
"Yeah, you're right, I know, guess I'm just in the middle of it right now." responded Brad and paused as if thinking about it.
Then he got up, "Okay, I gotta get showered, I'm feeling pretty gross." Pulling off his underwear he headed for the shower.
With Chance still being seated he was treated to quite the sight of Brad's beautiful cock hanging low and much longer than Chance would have guessed. As Brad walked away Chance realized his imaginings about his ass were definitely on point and he was not disappointed. Beautiful.
Chance stripped off his own underwear and followed Brad to the showers.
Brad had taken one of the corner showers, that way you could have two streams of water hitting you from two sides, and Chance did the same in the other corner.
"So what have you been doing to keep busy since the divorce?" Chance asked.
"Oh I've been trying to date I guess, but that hasn't been working out too well, I don't know, just seems kind of flat. I've been playing a lot more hockey, working overtime more than I should and really getting into some Netflix series, so obviously that's helping me a lot." Brad finished with a laugh.
Chance recalled Brad was a corporate lawyer, so working overtime would not be difficult to get lost in if that's what he wanted to do.
"I get that, sometimes it's hard to know what to fill your time with, when you suddenly have so much. So you haven't met a hot new woman to take her place yet, huh?"
Brad laughed, "No, no hot new women, I think my dating life is one of those things I need to figure out."
Chance turned to face the room to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes and let the water run down himself, feeling it spray over his tight muscles, relaxing him and taking away some of the soreness from the game. He wiped his face with his hands and opened his eyes to see Brad staring at him in a curious way.
"Oh," thought Chance "Maybe I know exactly what he's been missing." Involuntarily Chance's already impressive member swelled a little and Brad - who still hadn't noticed Chance catching his stare - inhaled sharply as Chance's cock twitched and lengthened slightly. His purple cock head began pushing out from its uncut sheath. Chance watched as Brad's eyes, now hungry, made their way up his body, over his six pack, full, well-shaped pecs and gorgeous sculpted arms, taking in his broad shoulders to meet his own eyes, that went from hungry to surprised in an instant.
Brad looked away in a hurry. However, as he turned away, Chance could see that Brad's eyes were not the only body part betraying him.
Chance went back to showering, but caught a change in the way Brad was holding himself, he and Brad stealing looks at each other as they showered. Brad was definitely letting himself be seen by Chance, almost purposefully posing in attractive ways; arching his back, putting both hands on the wall and jutting out his hips to rinse himself off, even doing little vertical pushups.
Whenever he would pull one of these sexy little moves, he would glance over quickly to see if Chance had noticed. None of this was lost on Chance who was getting increasingly aroused by this show that he was sure Brad thought was really subtle.
Chance realized they were the last ones at the arena. One of the pluses of being the last team to play was that the games ended late, no one else would come in to use the rink that night. He'd been around long enough to know when a man was flirting with him or at least found him attractive, no matter how subtle the other man thought he was being.
The steam was almost as thick as the innuendo and sexual tension in the locker room between the two men, while Chance was hesitant to take advantage of Brad in a vulnerable state, he was also aware through their conversations that this might be exactly what Brad needed and wanted. He was debating this internally, when Brad turned, looked at him fully, and this time, did not break his gaze. The signals were clear.
Not wanting to scare the other man off, Chance just held eye contact and began stroking his cock. Brad immediately mirrored Chance's moves. Slow, deliberate moves, up and down his cock which responded immediately. Brad's beautiful penis also responded as fast, getting bigger, getting girthier and there was no mistaking what Brad wanted now.
Chance crossed the shower room, holding his gaze, but not sure what would happen next, and before he could do anything else, Brad went down on his knees and wrapped his hands around Chance's ass and took his dick into his mouth, making it even more stiff and ready. Chance was impressed, as Brad took one hand away from his ass and grabbed the base of his rock hard cock and really began to worship it, sucking, licking, caressing with his tongue. This was definitely not Brad's first time. The man knew his way around a dick.
Chance took a shot with a provocative comment, "Someone's a very good little cocksucker, aren't they?" and like a switch had been thrown, Brad moaned and doubled down on his feverish activity. That was definitely the correct thing to say. There was no confusion in Brad's mind about what he liked or what he was apparently.
Chance grabbed the back of Brad's wet head and pushed him further onto his cock till he heard him gag lightly. "You like that?" he asked and Brad moaned and nodded slightly and continued sucking, and using his tongue like the expert he clearly was.
Brad kept going, hungry for more, eager to please, until Chance reached down and lifted him up so the two men were facing each other, both extremely aroused and very ready for more. As he did this, Brad looked up at Chance a little unsurely.
"What do you want?" asked Chance huskily.
"I....I don't know..." faltered Brad.
Chance pushed Brad up against the wall of the shower, pinning him, while pulling the other man's arms up over his head and holding them there with one hand. He then leaned in closer, pushing his body up against Brads, and using his free hand to wrap his and Brad's cocks together and lightly jerk them up and down at the same time. Brad's knees almost buckled as he moaned and turned his head up to Chance. They kissed. Gently at first, almost tentatively. Chance pulled back, trying to read Brad's face, but Brad was just pushing his face forward for more.
Chance could feel Brad's hips moving in time with his stroking motions and leaned back in to kiss him deeper. Brad moaned as he surrendered his mouth, his tongue finding Chance's and wrapping around it. Their tongues danced together as each man's kiss deepened, both men enjoying the closeness, the passion, the intimacy. Brad actually let out a small whimper and Chance pulled back again.
"What do you want?" asked Chance again. "You know you know the answer."
Brad pulled his hands out of Chance's grip above his head, kissed him hard on the mouth, and turned to face the wall, putting his hands up and bracing himself with his ass pressing into Chance's groin.
Chance moved forward, wrapped his arms around Brad's beautiful torso, his fingers caressing his nipples and pressed his face into the other man's neck. Into his ear, he said it again, slowly, deliberately, "What. Do. You. Want?" It was pretty obvious, but it was a huge turn on to have the other man say it.
With Chance's cock nestled between his ass cheeks, Brad whispered back, "You, I want you. I want you in me, I want you to fucking own me. I want you to fuck me."
Chance kicked the other man's legs apart a little wilder, got down on his knees and began teasing Brad's hole. Nice, sloppy, slow tongue massages, wide over the general area to get Brad nice and loose. Once he'd gotten him relaxed, it didn't take long, Chance tightened up his tongue and began probing harder, broaching his limits. Brad was now moaning and whimpering whenever Chance seemed to be hitting a particularly sensitive spot, and right now it seemed it was all sensitive.
Chance stood up, Brad pushed his ass out further and felt a large, hard, hot cock at the entrance to the core of his being. That was all the encouragement Brad needed and he pushed back even further, as if he was willing Chance to be inside of him.
Chance gripped Brad's hips, and began to push, slowly, steadily, his thick saliva as lube and a very receptive hole his goal. He heard a low groan coming from Brad as he pushed inside, and slowed his push, but Brad reached around, urging him on with his hand so Chance complied.
Finally, all of Chance was embedded inside Brad and once again Brad proved that this was not his first time. Brad began pushing against him and Chance returned the movement. Soon their thrusts were matched up in rhythm and power. As Chance hit Brad's prostate, his whimpers turned to grunts as the pleasure ripped through his body. Desperate for more, Brad began pushing back harder as if he couldn't get enough of Chance's cock inside him.
Noticing this, Chance backed up, still inside Brad, picked the other man up in a bear hug and sat down on one of the benches in the middle of the shower room. Brad caught on immediately and allowed himself to be carried, found himself being even more turned on by it, and when he sit down, began enthusiastically bouncing on Chance's swollen thickness.
The entire situation was so erotic, this man who'd been a low-key, sort of forbidden fruit (so to speak) crush of Chance's for a long time was actively being impaled on Chance's hard, thick cock and he was incredibly turned on by what was happening and the obvious enjoyment that Brad was getting out of the whole thing.
Chance reached around and began jerking Brad off while fucking him at the same time, Brad grabbed his hand, turned around to face Chance and hooked his legs around him, opening himself up even more for Chance's thrusts.
Brad bucked and rocked this way for a while, feeling the deepness of Chance inside of him. Relishing the closeness, the connection that can only be had when one man fucks another. That shared male connection. Brad then looked Chance in the eye, and said, "Fuck me on the floor, I want to watch you cum inside me."
That was all the encouragement Chance needed. He skillfully lifted Brad up and laid him on the floor that was as hot, wet and steamy as the energy they were sharing with each other. Brad threw his legs wide and Chance grabbed his hips and angled him for the perfect entry. Deep, penetrating and aimed to perfection for Brad to enjoy every thrust. Chance slowed his movements, going deep and pulling out long, making each push feel like the first. Brad grabbed Chance's arms and squeezed, almost pulling himself on to Chance further, willing him to go into his depths. Drawing out the pleasure with the slow movements all the while looking deeply into Chance's eyes.
Then as he continued to look at Chance he moaned "Fuck me hard, breed me, please breed me, I want to feel you cum in me." and thrust back at Chance causing Chance's balls to slap his ass.
With this Chance hooked Brad's legs over his substantial shoulders and went as deep as possible. His body desperate to plant his hot seed as deeply as possible in the deep, tight hole.
Chance began power fucking Brad, whos cries of pleasure intensified, "Yes, yes, there, oh fuck, there, fuck, yes Chance, right there" was a steady background to Chance's piston-like movements. Out of nowhere Brad, who was not touching himself in anyway, cried out in surprise, "Oh God, I'm cumming, fuuuuuuuuck" and with that statement and a wild look in his eye, Brad began pumping out thick, ropes of hot cum, spraying up between himself and Chance and covering both their chests.
As Brad came his ass clamped down, and that was the last bit of encouragement Chance's cock needed as Chance felt himself explode outward and his balls began pumping into the other man. Brad realized what was happening at the tale of his own orgasm and he began tightening his ass to milk every drop of Chance's seed he could get. Chance felt like he came forever, his cock spasming, again and again, it felt like several orgasms combined. It was intense, powerful and when it was over, Chance collapsed on top of Brad completely spent.
The hot water continued to hiss, coming out of the shower heads as the two men lay on the floor in each other's arms. Chance, still inside Brad, Brad with his arms wrapped around Chance. It felt good, it felt right to both men.
Chance partially sat up and rolled off Brad, "Sorry, I'm probably crushing you." he said
"Oh you could crush me more, I wouldn't mind at all.
Chance chuckled, making no move to get up. "So is this what you meant when you said you had some questions?"
"Uhhhh yeah, I mean...I think I know some of the answers, I'm just having problems integrating them into my current life I guess, if that makes sense."
"Yeah, that makes a lot of sense," Chance responded. "Certainly a conversation I have had with myself at one time." he chuckled.
"I hope that was cool, I mean, I hope I didn't just cook our friendship", said Brad tentatively.
"No! No way, not even close. That was really intense but in a really great way." Chance replied. "Speaking of which, have you had anything for dinner yet?"
Brad responded, looking a little surprised, "No, I haven't, you want to grab something?"
"Oh I want to grab a lot of things, but first let's go get a burger or something at the pub."
Brad laughed, letting the last of his tension drain away, "That sounds awesome, guess we should finish showering."
"Hey, that's what I was doing before you jumped on my dick." said Chance with a smile as he helped Brad off the floor.
"True." said Brad, "but I'm not going to say sorry."
"Ha! Don't you dare."
With that, both men went back to rinsing off the collective cum, and headed out for beer and burgers and a lot more adventures in the future.
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We had been married several years and I was in my mid-thirties, still not bad to look at - I was still tall and lean. We were invited to a Halloween party at a function hall. It was a semi-private deal and several of my wife's friends and family were going. She wanted to go.
I was never that big on Halloween growing up because I didn't have a good imagination and so could not come up with good ideas for costumes. With my ever growing interest in being naked, I now had lots of ideas. I finally settled on a caveman outfit that I would make myself. She was happy that I was enthusiastic about the party and actually helped me find material that I could use and encouraged me with a few ideas. I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I cannot remember what her costume was.
My costume consisted of a loincloth and an undergarment. I also, made some really neat accessories.
I made the undergarment from an old T-shirt that I cut in an hourglass shape to cover my pubic area, through my legs and than cover my butt. I attached it to a string of rawhide that I tied around my waist. I attached it by folding the front and back of this flimsy material around the rawhide and sewed it so that the whole garment would slide along the rawhide string. In that way, I could stretch the front toward my hips completely covering my dick and balls and stretch the back to cover most of my butt. This is exactly how I modelled it for my wife. Of course what slides one way can slide the other way. If I slid the front and back toward the middle of my body, it made the garment look like a thong. Not only that, but when I did this I realized that the garment loosened on my body almost allowing my dick to swing out of it. I didn't tell her that the natural tendency for the garment as I moved around was to bunch up into the thong position. My wife suggested that I dip the garment in tea to give it a tan color to blend in with my skin - hmmm, a nude look.
The loincloth was made of a front and back panel. My wife found a material that was furry on one side and smooth on the other. I cut the two panels square and made several small cuts in the top of each panel. I threaded another rawhide string through these cuts allowing both panels to slide along the string. I intertwined the rawhide from the undergarment with rawhide from the loincloth and tied one on one hip and the other on the other hip - . The length of the loincloth was little higher than mid thigh on front and back. From the both sides, you could see a slight slit up to where the rawhide knots were. Once I got the seal of approval from my wife, I cut an inch or so from the length so that it barely covered my butt and balls. I also cut about a half an inch from both sides of the front and back panels. Now when you looked from the side there was a wider slit so that I felt naked from head to toe except for the rawhide knot just below my waist - you could not see the undergarment from the side. With movement, the slit spread even wider as the front and back panels bunched up a bit on the rawhide toward the middle of my back and stomach. I was getting excited.
The accessories, I have to say, turned out really cool. I went to a construction site that had done some blasting and found two shards of granite that more or less were shaped like blades. I cut a small straight tree branch, notched one end, slid the stone into the notch and tied it with rawhide - making a stone knife. I did the same thing with a longer branch - making a stone spear. I also made a slingshot out of rawhide and a small patch of leftover loin cloth. With more of the leftover loincloth material I made a small pouch and put small stones in it for the slingshot. I also had enough material to wrap my feet and tie each foot off with rawhide to make small foot coverings.
I dried out some chicken bones in the oven. I tied them to three rawhide strings making a necklace and two anklets.
The knife, slingshot and pouch all hung off my rawhide waist band pulling it lower on my hips.
I tried it on one last time the morning of the party. My wife noticed less material, but I told it that it had frayed along the edges and that I had to trim some off. She also noticed the pale skin around my waist contrasted against my tanned legs. She suggested and helped me rub on brown theatre makeup on my upper thighs, butt and lower abs, giving my entire body the look of an overall tan.
Late that afternoon we were ready to go. I made sure everything was streched as far as I could in order to give maximum coverage while at home. For a homemade costume it looked really good - it did not look homemade.
We stopped at a neighbors house to show her our costumes. Again, I made sure everything was stretched to the max. Even so, I think she was in shock when she saw how little I had on. We took pictures, but I have never been able to locate them.
After we left that house we were off to the party. I no longer paid attention to stretching the costume for the rest of the night. I just let it move as it wanted.
That reminds me of a pet peeve I have with women who buy daring clothing, my wife included. I get annoyed at women who, for instance, wear short skirts or dresses and then are constantly pulling the skirt or dress down as it rides up on their thighs or who wear low-cut blouses and either pin the top closed a little bit or they hold the top closed to reduce cleavage. When they bought the skirt, dress or blouse they knew it was daring. If they are not going to wear it that way, then buy something more modest. It shows a lack of confidence and the constant fidgetting is annoying and distracting.
Sorry, back to the party.
I spent the evening showing as much skin as I could. I made sure the undergarment was pushed together as a thong the whole night. When nobody was looking, I would nonchalantly push the loincloth a little toward the middle of my body without being too obvious. When I was seated I made sure the back panel flipped out over the back of the seat so that the sides of my butt were completely exposed and I made sure that the front panel fell between my legs. If you were looking at me from the side, all you would see was skin from my head to the top of my homemade boots with the exception of the rawhide at my waist
I was exhilirated. Sitting in this hall full of people, with the exception of the small bunched up front loincloth hanging between my legs, I felt completely naked.
I don't really like to dance, but my wife does. However, I danced a lot that night because as I rocked to the music I could feel my dick bouncing back and forth under the loincloth and as it did it pushed the loincloth slightly away from my body. I could tell the that the now loose undergament had fallen away from my body as well and was covering practically nothing - in fact at one point my dick had swung out of the undergarment and went back in place only after I sat down. Anybody who focused on my costume during that few minutes got an eyeful.
Another time, as I got up to dance a woman that we know made the comment "I wonder if you have anything on underneath that". I responded something like - "maybe or maybe not". As I passed her table going toward the dance floor she jumped up and lifted the back panel completely exposing my butt. She quickly dropped it. I didn't even flinch. I just kept walking. I think this emboldened her because she followed me and lifted it again and held it up for several seconds as we walked in tandem allowing everbody at her table to see.
As the night went on, they had a prize contest for the best costume. I was picked as a contestant and went on stage. I made it to the final 5, but did not win. Sort of. In my own mind, I did win because I was standing almost naked in front of a hall full of people for about 15 minutes while the judges eliminated contestants and made their final choices.
The rest of the night went along as you might expect. More dancing, more walking around; I showed off my accessories, my knife, my spear, my slingshot to anybody who wanted to see them. I'm sure my dick was on display as well, but this all looked accidental.
I have been naked outside many times in my life, but I have always had to be guarded about where I did it and who was around. If you read my post "Time goes by", you know that I don't care if people people see me naked, but I think THEY care and many would get upset or pissed off - so I'm considerate of their feelings. However, in the hall that night, in that setting it didn't matter, it was the perfect setting for exposure. I was not guarded at all and I took full advantage of it. It was the most thrilling time of my naked life to that point.
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In this chapter, the story alternates between Joe's and Rosa's narration. When I switch from one to the other there will either be a line of <<<<<<<<<< to indicate that I'm going back in time (a few minutes, hours, days or weeks), or a line of ========== to indicate that the story timeline continues (at the same or a future point in time).
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Joe tossed and turned all night. I wondered what he was thinking. Had I just ruined our marriage? Or had I lit a flame that needed to be coaxed into a raging fire of passion? There wasn't time to find that out in the morning, so when the alarm sounded, I pretended to be asleep until I heard the front door close, and his car pull away.
I showered and dressed. Once downstairs I found a note on the counter.
'Whoever you are and whatever you've done with my wife, please stay.'
My heart lifted. At work, my colleagues kept commenting that there was something different about me. Was it my hair? My makeup? My clothes? But nothing had changed, except the grin that I wore all day. At lunchtime I messaged Joe to see if he fancied going out for dinner that night.
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The video continued to loop in my mind as I tried to concentrate on the morning's meetings. Rosa messaged, suggesting we go out for dinner.
'How about to the Ferryman's after work? I can book a table for 6.30.' I replied. It was our favourite pub, especially on a warm spring evening when we could sit out by the river. She responded with a simple thumbs up.
At lunch a colleague asked if I'd been up to anything interesting lately. Obviously, I lied. I felt better after lunch and tackled the backlog of e-mail that had been building up in my inbox. On my way to the pub, I stopped for a bunch of flowers.
I arrived to find Rosa sat at the table looking radiant in the early evening sunshine. She smiled as I approached and thanked me for the flowers. She had a thin white summer dress on, with a spotted bra underneath that could be seen clearly through the fabric of her dress. We ordered drinks and perused the menu.
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I popped out to the shops to treat myself to some new clothes for the evening. I picked out a white bra and knickers set that was dotted with red and purple hearts, and a knee length white dress that buttoned down the front.
I changed at work and hailed a taxi. I arrived a bit early, but the table was free, so I sat and surfed the internet for the names on Joe's list that I hadn't recognised. When Joe arrived with flowers, I put my phone down and turned my full attention on him. He ordered a beer, whilst I ordered an apple juice.
"I think I need to take it easy after last night." I lied. I wanted him to think that I might have forgotten some of what had happened, especially the list.
"We having starters?" I asked.
"Only if I can have the same as yesterday." Joe replied with a smirk on his face. I kicked his leg and we both laughed.
We decided to order a sharing platter to start, then I ordered a salad and Joe a burger.
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Once the waiter had left with our order, Rosa handed me the note I had left her.
"It is me." She said. "Honest."
So many questions were running through my head, but I couldn't seem to convert any of them into words. So, Rosa told me how she'd been feeling for the past few years. How our sex life just wasn't fulfilling her needs and of her sexual liberation a few weeks previously as I sat downstairs playing games. She said that she hoped I enjoyed what we did and that we could use it as a fresh start. Then she clenched my hand and stared at me. Our starters arrived. Rosa looked annoyed at the waiter, who hurried away.
I picked up a potato skin, dipped it in some mayo, and held it up for Rosa to bite.
"It was ... unbelievable." I said. "Surprising, exciting, exhilarating, shocking, and extremely enjoyable. A fresh start it is." I smiled and kissed her.
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I almost choked on the potato skin, which I was still eating, when he kissed me. But I didn't mind. I'd got my answer. He was fully on board with the idea of a new sex life. As we fed each other the potato skins, garlic mushrooms, chicken goujons and vegetable sticks we recounted the events of the previous evening, saying what we enjoyed and what, ... no, there wasn't anything we didn't enjoy. I made sure I got a few things wrong about the end of the night and completely missed out the list. Joe suggested I keep some of Mary's old clothes, as they emphasised my "tits and arse beautifully".
We ordered another round of drinks and I popped to the loo. When I got back Joe looked at me and said "God you're beautiful." "You know the whole garden watched you as you walked to the loo and back." I must admit, I had felt a bit self-conscious with my new underwear on display beneath my dress. I looked towards a nearby couple who were still looking at me and gave them a wink. Joe laughed as they quickly looked away.
We talked about our days as we ate our main courses. Joe said he'd been in a bit of a daze all day, whilst I said I'd been on cloud 9. We decided to skip desert, so I drove us home.
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After opening the door Rosa turned to me, "Bed?" she asked. I agreed, but needed to use the downstairs loo first. As I started up the stairs, I saw Rosa standing at the top. I stopped. Very slowly she undid each of the buttons on her dress before letting it slide to the floor. Then she turned and disappeared. I found her lying on the bed in her bra and knickers, which I could now see were covered with hearts, not spots. I stripped to my boxers and lay down next to her.
"I do love you." She said, as she lay gazing at me.
"Not as much as I love you." I replied.
"What now?" She asked.
"How about you show me how that rabbit of yours' works."
"You'll have to loosen me up first." She replied as she shifted onto her back, pulled her knickers off and spread her legs. "Second starters!"
I knelt between her legs.
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I'd expected Joe to dive straight in. But he knelt between my legs looking at me. Then he lifted my foot and kissed the instep before making his way slowly up my calf until he reached my knee. He let my leg down softly, and did the same to my other leg. He started to massage my inner thighs. I could feel my juices starting. I moved my hand to my crotch. Joe stopped, looked at me and shook his head. My hand retreated. He continued. My vagina was longing for some attention. I started to wriggle and then felt his thumb push between my labia to caress the opening of my vagina. I purred. His thumb moved to my clitoris and a finger popped inside my vagina. It felt so good.
Joe stroked and thumbed as I lay purring. I removed my bra so I could play with my nipples, but Joe stopped, looked at me and shook his head again. Then his hands slid up over my stomach and he traced his fingers along the underside of my boobs. His left hand soon returned to my vagina as he learned forward to take my left nipple between his teeth and he gently pulled on it. He sucked my now erect nipple before moving to the right and doing the same. His tongue made its way down across my stomach, before landing on my clitoris. A gave a small shudder.
He shifted so that his head was buried in my crotch and his hands reached up to my boobs. His tongue pushed into my vagina as his nose rubbed my clitoris, and his fingers and thumbs pinched my nipples. A large shudder ran though me as I climaxed. Joe moved his hands away from my now very sensitive nipples as he slowly and gently licked my labia.
"Loose enough?" He asked. I nodded.
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I sat up on the bed ignoring the massive bulge in my boxers and my desire to ram my shaft into my wife's pussy, as she gathered herself and retrieved her sex toy.
"This is Roger." She giggled, as she sat down in a rattan chair in the corner of the room. She squeezed some clear liquid from a tube, smearing some of it on herself and some on her vibrator. Then she eased the fake cock into her pussy and flicked a switch. She smiled and relaxed back into the chair. She took her time, gradually easing it in inch by inch and then adjusting the intensity. I could soon hear it humming and wondered how I hadn't heard it when she'd been in the bath with me downstairs. My cock was rock hard and desperate to be touched. I resisted and sat on my hands.
Once fully inserted she pushed the rabbit head against her clit and turned the vibrations up again. As well as the humming of the rabbit, there were now very loud moans and groans coming from Rosa. She was grabbing her tits with her spare hand. Her moans and groans turned to panting before her whole body spasmed. The vibrator slid out and dropped to the floor, still humming away. After a minute or so she opened her eyes, sat up and looked at me. Her eyes settled on my bulge. I slid my boxers off.
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Gratifying myself in front of Joe seemed both odd and exciting. He certainly seemed to enjoy it, given that his penis was very present and correct. He was lying on the bed, semi reclined against the pillows. I kissed the tip of his penis. It twitched. I slid his foreskin back and took the crown of his penis into my mouth, and swirled it with my tongue. It twitched again. I didn't think he could take too much before exploding. I straddled his body and slid my body down slowly until his penis was engulfed in my vagina.
I sat gently rocking back and forth. Then I put my hand on my clitoris and started to gently stroke myself. I needed to start building to my next climax before I did much to Joe. Otherwise, he'd explode, and I'd be left hanging. Joe lifted his hands to my boobs and gently caressed my nipples. Five blissful minutes passed. Then, with my hand still rubbing my clitoris, I gently lifted myself up and back down. A series of long slow strokes. I was almost ready to climax when Joe flipped me onto my back and knelt between my legs.
After settling himself he took control, continuing the long slow strokes and rubbing my clitoris. I moved my hands to massage my boobs. Joe's penis pressed up against my G-spot as it stroked in and out. I could see sweat starting to form on his forehead as his strokes became faster. My vagina pulsated as I climaxed and then I felt Joe's hot semen filling me. Joe collapsed on top of me.
As we lay in bed contentedly, we talked about what we loved about each other. "Is there anything you would change about me?" I foolishly asked. His hesitation told me that there was, but he didn't want to say. Then, after a bit of persuasion,
"Have you ever considered having a Hollywood wax?" I hadn't. But I would now.
We were soon both asleep.
I awoke with a shiver. Joe had rolled over and I was now naked without his body heat keeping me warm. I'd been dreaming that I was each of the celebrities on Joe's list. As I pulled on a night dress and slid under the duvet, I felt inspired.
And this is where the real story starts.
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Keeping the car in low gear, I drove through the silent streets, windows down, enjoying the night. A soft breeze blew, bringing the smell of fall to me. The streetlights shone on every corner, lighting a path through the quiet town. Taking turns at random, I rolled through the town watching the dark storefronts, not seeing a soul. It was strange to wander through a town this late at night when nothing was moving. Not that this town was a busy one during the day, but still odd to see it so lifeless. Like a well-maintained ghost town.
As I rounded another corner, I noticed, up the street, a light on. Even from blocks away, it was obvious that someone was still up and about. Curious, I parked the car and walked towards the large building. Windows covered the front of the building. Most had the shades open, revealing offices behind. Some were neat and tidy, while others had papers and notes scattered about. The last window had the blinds pulled, and light leaked between them as someone moved around inside.
Standing in the silent dark, I watched for a minute to see who was inside. Nothing moved for a moment, then a shadow passed over the shades. Keeping watch, I waited. Behind the shades I caught glimpses of a figure sitting behind a desk. Only scant details were available. Silken legs. Long dark hair. A light-colored blouse. I caught a glimpse of her face, and something deep inside of me tightened. My stomach knotted up. Then the blinds parted.
A single hand pushes the shades apart, and an angelic face peered out into the darkness. Dark eyes, underneath narrow eyebrows slipped from side to side, looking for something in the dark. I stood still, wondering if she could see me. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun. A stray strand played across her brow. Her slender form was backlit and radiant in the light. The knot in my stomach tightened as she looked right at me. Her eyes narrowed, and I felt as if she was peering into my soul. Perhaps she liked what she saw as a slight smile played across her face. Then the blinds slipped back into place.
My heart hammered in my chest; my hands grew clammy. The thought that crossed my mind was simple. It was not fair that she was inside, and I was out. Some greater equation of life was out of balance, and my world was spinning off axis. The only solution was to go into the light...
I turned on my heels and walked to the main entrance of the building. For a heart-breaking moment, I pondered what I would have to do if the doors were locked. Would there be another way in? I could not let a simple locked door stand between me and the glorious light. I knew nothing of picking locks, but could I learn? I looked around and spied no rocks nearby with which I could break the glass. And even if there were, I would hate to startle the young woman with the breaking of glass. The fortunes must have been gazing upon me, as the latch slipped, and the door opened with a soft sigh.
Beyond the dark glass of the doors, the main lobby was a checkerboard of white and black marble. Potted plants lined the stucco walls. To the left I saw a security door, and directly ahead was the main part of the building. Another set of doors, another possible lock. My mind spun, but I strode forward hoping that fate was still on my side. The handle turned with the silent grace of well-oiled joints.
The primary office of the building was a dark cave of cubicles. Their silent walls stood testament to the work that would be done in them during the day. The first couple that I saw had little piles of paper gathered in neat stacks. A simple phone, monitor, well-used keyboard, and mouse. There was also a small jar of pencils, pens, and markers near the monitor. A calendar was tacked to the wall just above the desk with hand-written notes across many of the dates.
A stray beam of light played across the surroundings coming from my left. Turning, I saw a glass door leading into an office. Blinds had been drawn across it, hiding the insides of the room. There was no noticeable movement going on inside. As there was no other light on in the entire place, it seemed obvious where I must go. Before I realized what was going on, I was standing in front of the door. My heart thundered in my chest, making such a racket it was no small wonder that she was not standing at the door asking what all the noise was. My hands were cold, and clammy, and I could feel a sheen of sweat breaking out on my back.
I started to reach for the doorknob and stopped. Doubts racked my mind. My hand halfway to the door, I stood like an idiot not sure what to do. What would I say? What if she asked me to leave? What if she calls the police officers? What if she thought I was a burglar, had a gun, and went to shoot me? This was a mistake. What was I doing there? Perhaps I would be better off going back to my car and getting back on the road. The light though, I had to step into the light. That blessed radiance. Even if she asked me to leave, I had to stand in the light and look upon her face one more time before I left. Such a thing of beauty could not be passed up. It was like looking at a magnificent work of art, when one is given the opportunity, it is not something you can just walk away from. I closed my hand on the doorknob and turned. The door swung open before me, and I stepped forward into the light...
The first thing my eyes locked onto was the large cherry wood desk in the middle of the room. Sitting sideways to the window, it would offer a beautiful view into the city beyond, if the blinds had been open. Small, neat piles of paper were stacked on the desk. On the left side sats an adding machine, with a roll of paper coming out of the top. In the middle a monitor and keyboard sat, slightly pushed to the side to make room for the papers in the middle. A small green can held pens, highlighters, and sharpies in numerous colors. Beneath the clear mat I could see the edges of a calendar poking out from underneath the paperwork stacked on top of it. To the right side of the desk, I could see a stack of yellow insertion pieces of paper and what looked like stacks of checks. Also in the room was a table with a large printer on it. Another desk, though not as noteworthy as the first. Along the wall to my left was a large filing cabinet. The rest of the room paled in comparison to the figure behind the desk.
Her dark hair was silky and shone in the light, pulled away from her face into what was once a tight bun. Time had worked it loose, and a few stray hairs hung down. One across her clean forehead, danced above her eyes. Her makeup was light letting the natural beauty of her face shine through. She was wearing a tight, lacey blouse that showed just a hint of cleavage, narrowing down to her waist. She glanced up from her paperwork, a small pen slipping from her fingers.
For a moment, the light in the room wavered before my eyes. I was not sure if it were only in my head, or some slight fluctuation in the power, I could not tear my gaze from her to check. As the light waved, it almost seemed to radiate from her very body. Then everything returned to normal. She looked up at me, and her eyes looked over me, a questioning look crossing her face. She did not seem surprised to see me, only curious.
"Can I help you?" she asked. Her voice, smooth as silk, with a slight purr to it sent a tingling sensation down my spine. The knot in my stomach started to loosen. My heart thundered, and the air seemed to slip from my lungs. I opened my mouth but could not seem to find the words. Looking into her eyes, I saw the depths of beauty and intelligence that made me feel like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi-truck. Here she came, roaring down the highway in all her majestic beauty to destroy what meek existence I may have once had. I blinked a few times, trying to gather my wits. I opened my mouth to speak, but words failed me. Nothing came out. I closed my mouth and opened it again, but only air came out...
My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to say. Then she rolled her chair back a foot and stood up. The action reminded me of a great cat. Luxurious, sleek, extraordinary in its grace and elegance. She wore a skirt of silken black material that danced just above her knees. The subtle perfection of her legs entranced me. I could not take my eyes off it. I followed the curves of her legs as they led down behind her desk. Realizing I had been staring I glanced back up to her angelic face. A small smile played across her face.
"I... I'm sorry", I started. Then I stopped. What to say. Perhaps honesty would be the best course. Since I could not think of anything else to say... the words came spilling out of my mouth, "I followed the light. Then I saw you through the blinds. You were like the moon peeking through the clouds. Entrancing and so strikingly beautiful that I had to see you with my own eyes and stand in the same room as you. I... I am sorry for bursting into your office so late at night. The radiance of your beauty eclipses the light, and I... I am helpless in your presence..."
"Really?" she purred. The sound of her voice played across my skin like a homesick lover, sending shivers down my spine. The knot in my stomach loosened and tightened again. She stepped around the desk, with a slow cautious gait. I could see that she did not trust me, and yet I was frozen in place, watching as her legs were revealed in the light. The incredibly smoothed silk of her skin. I noticed that she was barefoot, her toenails painted catching the light, and I wondered for a moment where her shoes might be. The thought quickly vanished as she stopped just out of arm's reach. For a moment, I was consumed with the urge to step forward and pull her to me. My arms twitched with the urge to hold her. Yet I restrained myself.
"And... if I asked you to leave?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She watched me with those amazing eyes. The depths of which I had become entrapped in.
"I... I would go..." I replied. My heart thundered in my chest. I wanted to plead with her, to beg her to let me stay. Just to let me sit in her presence. Yet, even as the thought flickered through my mind, I knew I could not stand to be in the same room as this woman of such beauty and not look at her. Stare at her. Fantasize about her. To reach out and touch her, caress that perfect skin. Hold those silken arms in my hands, or feel the perfection of her legs, her ass, her breasts. To kiss those perfect, pouty lips. To taste her...
Something dark flickered across her eyes. Her smile twitched. I could tell she had seen something in my face that had betrayed my inner turmoil. In that moment, I knew I had lost. I was doomed.
"Then go." The words held no malice, only curiosity. But they tore me apart. My dreams were shattered. I tried to stay strong but knew she could read the emotion as it tore across my soul. I turned towards the door, shocked at how close I had come. I took one step, reaching towards the door, and felt a tug on my arm. Looking down, I saw her delicate fingers wrapped around my arm. Her touch tantalized me. I felt a sudden surge of power burst through me. Gooseflesh ran down my back. I turned towards her, curious why she had changed her mind. She saw the question in my eyes and face. Her smile was radiant and playful.
"I was only testing you..."
I turned back to face her. The smile playing across her face was radiant and her eyes twinkled with mischief. My heart thundered in my throat. A great weight lifted off my shoulders and I could finally breathe again. Her hand lingered on my arm. The weight of her presence warmed me to the core. I took a step towards her, closing the distance between us, and looked down into her eyes.
The world around me faded out as I gazed into the glorious depths of her eyes. Those soft hazel depths contained a sea of warm dark happiness that I felt I could drown in, and yet there would be life there. It would not be a true drowning, but instead swimming in the depths of sensual love and happiness. She could envelope my entire world, blotting everything out of existence. And what a glorious adventure that would be. In those eyes, I saw the opportunity of pleasure beyond what mere mortals are granted.
While looking down into those beautiful eyes, my left hand reached behind her, pulling her closer to me. As our bodies make contact, another thrill of excitement ran down my spine. I felt a slight shudder in her body as her arms snaked around me, embracing me. An intoxicating smell slipped into my nostrils. I leaned down and took a deep breath from her hair as she rested her ear against my chest. As the smell of her filled my nostrils my eyes started to roll into the back of my head. The sheer feeling of her pressed against the length of me was almost more than I can bear.
I could feel the firm swell of her breasts against my abdomen, her delicate hands pulled me against her. Her hips pressed against mine. I could feel my manhood shifting and pressing against her. For a second, I worried that she might shrink away from it, but instead I felt her pulling me closer to her. Another thrill of excitement ran down my spine.
Opening my eyes, I looked down at the bun of her hair. I could see the beautiful shine of the light in her hair. It occurred to me that it was a shame to keep that hair pent up. It needed to run free, bouncing in the wind. I reached up with both hands to free it. With a few quick tugs, it broke free, and streamed down her back. She leaned her head back and shook her head back and forth, freeing all the loose strands and shaking her hair out. Then she looked up at me with a shining smile on her face. Stunned by the visage of her in my arms, my hands dropped down to rest on the tops of her hips.
Then I felt her lean back away from me. I looked down at her beautiful face. She leaned her chest back, but still pressed her hips firmly against mine. Her hazel eyes almost seemed to glow in the light. Within them, I saw her desire. It flowed off her in a wave that struck a chord in my soul. I felt the overwhelming urge to taste those lips, to savor the perfection of her needs. She tilted her head up to mine as I leaned in, and our lips met.
So sweet and soft, my eyes slipped closed as she pulled tight against me. Our bodies pressed into one simple embrace. One of her hands slipped around my backside, pulling me tighter against her. Our tongues flicked around each other, and I tasted the sweetness of her mouth. She was like a fine wine, ripened to perfection on the vines of life. Her other hand found mine and pulled it down to her backside. Then she took a step back away from me, pulling me after her.
My eyes flickered open as she backed up against her desk. A sly smile played across her face as she spun around and pressed her backside hard against me. A groan of desire slipped between my lips as she bent over, pressing herself against me. My hands found her hair, and pulled down her back, finding her hips and pulling her against me. With a quick swing of her arms, papers, pens, and all manner of things went flying off her desk. Over the pounding of my heart in my ears, I only vaguely registered the clatter of things hitting the floor. Then she spun around again, one hand grazing the front of my pants as she planted her hands on her desk and hopped up on top of it.
She spread her legs as I stepped forward, her skirt sliding up her glorious thighs. The sight of that fabric sliding up her legs was enough to send another shiver down my back. A shiver of anticipation and excitement. I could feel my manhood as it throbbed against my pants in response. As I looked back up to her face, she was just bringing up her gaze from the same location. She knew what was waiting for her there.
She pulled me into a tight embrace, her legs wrapping around me as our lips met again. My arms circled around her, pulling her tight against me. I could feel her anticipation boiling beneath her skin. She pushed me off her and pulled her blouse over her head, tossing it behind her, off the desk to the floor beyond. Beneath her blouse, she was wearing a lace push-up bra. So much glorious cleavage was revealed that I could not help but shiver again as I bent down to place kisses on her neck.
Her hand found the back of my head and pulled me against her sweet flesh. I kissed her tantalizing skin, my lips parting to let my tongue slip along her neck and jugular. I pulled at her with my teeth. As I pinched and sucked at her skin, I could feel her pulse quickening and her breath picking up pace. I worked my way down, kissing, nipping, and licking at her collarbone, then working lower over the incredible mounds of her breasts. I slipped my tongue under the edge of her bra, then gently pull at her breast with my teeth. While doing this, I slipped my hands around her back, pulling at her.
My left hand found the clasp of her bra and pinched it, popping it free. Letting go of her breast with my teeth, I leaned back. The straps of her bra fell free of her shoulders. With her arms crossed across her chest, the bra fell loose. She looked at me with a shy smile, not letting the lace fall free. I leaned back in and kissed her softly on the lips, then moved down along her jaw towards her right ear. I took her earlobe softly into my mouth, letting my tongue play across her earrings. Then I released her ear, kissed behind her ear, and worked my way down her neck. She sighed with soft contentment, her arms dropped, letting the bra hit the floor, and down to circle around behind my back.
Then I worked my way along her collarbone to the center of her neck, and down along her sternum. When I reached the top of her breasts, I ran the tip of my tongue down her breast to her nipple, pulling it into my mouth. Her legs tightened around me as I squeezed her nipple between my teeth, then released it and flicked it with my tongue. Then I drew back just a hair and ran circles around her sublime nipple with my tongue. Then I blew a cool breeze on it, watching as it tightened and stiffened in response. Then I took it back into my mouth and sucked on it, licking, and flicking it. Her nails dug into my back, her legs twitching around me. Then I released her perfect breast and moved across to repeat the same process on the other side.
After savoring the perfection that existed across her chest, I moved a little lower over her abdomen. Cupping one magnificent breast in my hand, I pulled a line down towards her navel with tongue. As I got there, I noticed something that caught my eye. I pulled back and noticed a tattoo of a small black widow curled around her navel. Tenderly, I ran my tongue across it. Then I dipped into her navel and pulled back, blowing a cool breeze across her skin. I could hear her sigh as I moved a little lower towards the line of her skirt.
Standing up, I pulled my shirt off over my head as she eyes me ran over me, a deep hunger evident on her face. Sliding my hands up under her skirt, I ran my fingers under the waistline of her underwear and eased them down. She lifted her hips off the desk so that I could get it free. I stepped back so that she could bring her knees together, and I slid them down past her feet.
While at her feet, I noticed how beautiful they really were. I picked her right foot up and kissed the top of it, nipping at it. Then I ran my tongue back up and around her ankle. Running my thumbs under the arch of her foot, I squeezed and flexed her foot as I kissed the top of her foot and moved up her ankle to the start of her shin. Working my hands up, I prodded and massaged the back of her calf as I ran my tongue up her shin to her kneecap. I listened to her soft sigh as I set her right leg down, and moved over to her left, repeating what I had just done. I paid special attention to her ankles and calves. Working the kinks out of the muscles and scrapping teeth across her shins.
Then I put my hands on the insides of her knees and with gentle, but firm pressure, spread her legs open. Still kneeling, I moved my head in between her knees and kissed the insides of her right leg. Moving up her thigh I scraped teeth and tongue across her skin, nipping and sucking as I moved up her leg. When I reached the hem of her skirt, I took one hand and flipped it up onto her stomach revealing the rest of her legs.
At this point I noticed a small tattoo on her left hip, a flaming demon skull done in brilliant color. I ran my fingers over the ink, then bent down and ran my tongue over it. Then I kneeled back down and scraped my teeth along the insides of her legs. moving towards the juncture of her hips.
Leading down into her groin is a small strip of hair, cropped tight and low. I ran my finger down over it, and across the top of her mound. It served as a guide to that perfection of flesh between her legs. Her lips, small, tight, and pink beckoned me closer. I placed a single, soft kiss on top of her mound, then ran my tongue down along the outside of her lips, then back up the other, teasing them with moisture. Then I kissed them, ever so soft, a gentle touch. A soft shudder went through her body.
Bracing one leg with my hand, I moved in closer and ran my tongue down the length of her. Another shudder went through her body as I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her lips. I flicked it up along the top of her, easing out onto her mound, then back down along the length of her, just barely inside. Then I came back to her mound and pushed my tongue deeper into her, wiggling back and forth. I heard her sharp intake of breath as I eased my tongue over her clitoris. Then I swirled my tongue around her clit, pushing it back and forth. Then I moved a little lower and slipped my tongue into the core of her, savoring the sweetness inside.
I felt her writhing against me as I slipped one finger into her core, the tightness of her making it a slow-going progress as I ran my tongue along the inside of her lips. Then I pulled my finger out, sucked it clean and slid it back in. This time it was a bit easier as she started to loosen up. I pulled her left lip into my mouth and sucked on it as my finger slipped deep into her. Then I let her go, and ran my tongue up over her clitoris again, and then pulled her right lip into my mouth, sucking it firmly. Letting go of that, I ran my tongue along the top of my finger, deep into her then up along her insides to her clitoris. Pulling back, I blew cool air down on her glistening mound, then ran my tongue over the top of it again.
With slow, continuous strokes, I pulled my finger out, and pushed it back in, twisting it half around as it went in, and then out while flicking my tongue along the top her lips. She twitched and spasmed as I flicked my tongue across her clitoris, still moving my finger inside of her. I alternated between flicking her clitoris and running my tongue inside her lips, while her breath raced, and her legs twitched. I could hear her moaning ever so softly as I sucked on her again. Then I sucked some of her sweet juice into me and stepped back from her. I heard her groan as I pulled my hands free and leaned down over her. Then I kissed her firmly, letting her taste her own juices. Our tongues flicked and twisted, as her legs pulled me tight, her arms raking nails down my back.
When we broke, she was breathless. I glanced down and noticed a damp spot on the front of my clothes caused by the moisture on her. She smiled a shy smile, as if apologizing. I shrugged as I dropped my zipper and let the clothes fall away from me. My manhood strained against my boxers. Her eyes followed my hands as I pushed the waistband down and dropped them to the floor. I stepped free of my clothes, and with the twitch of a foot, sent them away from me. Then I stepped closer to her. As I leaned in to kiss her again, her hand found my throbbing erection and grasped it firmly. I could not help but twitch in response. Our lips met again, and she pressed against me desperately, her passion breaking free. One hand pulled nails across my back as the other pulled my cock closer to her, all the while, her tongue flicked and darted like a frantic animal inside my mouth.
I pulled back with my hips, denying her as I stood up straight again. She groaned; frustration clear on her face. I felt a wicked, evil smile playing across my face as I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand from my throbbing erection. She was not pleased. I winked at her as I took myself in hand and tapped the top of her mound with the head of dick. Then I slid my head across her clitoris, and around her lips, along the outside, around her mound, just inside, teasing the sweet juices over myself, but not penetrating her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, as I eased over her opening, but then they flashed open as I pulled back from her and tapped the top of her mound yet again, letting the juices of her drop off and along her. Then I smiled again at her. Pushing myself tight against her, my cock slid up along her mound, and pressing into her stomach, I leaned in and kissed her. She groaned against my lips, twitching with anticipation.
As I kissed her, I pulled my groin back from her. Bracing my weight with one hand, while I nuzzled her neck, nipping at the skin, I used the other hand to guide myself against her opening. Her head rolled back, as I pushed against her. Nails bit into my back as I pushed myself against her opening. Even with the lubrication already provided, my throbbing cock could barely push into the tightness of her. I pulled back a hair, then pushed forward again and started to slide inside. Agonizing inch by inch, I slipped inside. The pressure along my manhood caused me to twitch as I slipped deeper into her. I put both hands on the desk beneath her arms and grit my teeth as I finally pushed my groin flush against hers. As I slid home, her eyes flashed open, and she pulled me down against her. Perfect breasts pressed against my chest as her arms pulled me down against her and I dropped down to my elbows, sliding my arms up behind hers. Our lips met and parted, tongues flashing back and forth. I paused to savor the moment of sheer, pressing glory at being inside this magnificent woman.
Then I ground my hips against her, pushing deeper. She sighed with pleasure, her nails continuing to bite into my back. I pulled back from her, attempting to withdraw, but as I started to slide out, she pulled me back down against her. "Not yet", she whispered in my ear. I could feel the muscles inside her squeezing and pulling at me, holding me locked inside her. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment pulled tight against her.
Leaning back, her fingers slid across my back as I straightened up, I looked down at her savoring the beauty as my throbbing erection slid half-way free. Her eyes sparkled, a sublime smile playing across her features. Her firm, perfect breasts free on her chest. Her hair spread across the desk, a dark magnificent pool of shining beauty. Her slender arms lay at her sides, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. Her supple, incredible legs wrapped around me.
As I slid back into her, with a slow deliberate thrust, I ran my hands across her flat abdomen up to her breasts cupping their perfection. Then I leaned down and kissed her nipples as my hips pressed against hers. Nipping and sucking at her as I slid half-way out and back in, keeping a slow deliberate pace. Then I moved across to her other nipple. Her hands played through my hair as I pulled on her nipples with my teeth.
She moaned softly as I continued to slide my dick in and out of her. She moved her hands to the edge of the desk and pulled herself against each gentle thrust, increasing the pressure as our hips met, and my cock slid deeper into her. She spread her legs, allowing each gentle thrust to drive deeper into her. I felt her body tightening around me as I thrust into her. Then withdraw and thrust into her again. Her body quivered around me, her soft voice moaning in pleasure with each impact of our groins together.
Our pace started to increase; our bodies thumped together with more force. The desk rattling beneath us. Her breasts rocking. She picked up her head and looked down at my groin, the thickness of my dick sliding in and out of her. She continued to pull on the edge of the desk, sliding herself against me, rocking her hips in time to each thrust. Then she leaned back, arching her back, thrusting her groin against me as I thrust into her.
I felt the pressure building within me, the waves of sheer ecstasy starting to wash over me. I felt my tight control starting to slip. I drove my hips hard against her, feeling the entire desk scrape across the floor from the force of it. I stopped, fully embedded inside her and leaned forward between her legs to lay my body across hers. I kissed her lips. Her mouth opened, and she sucked my tongue into her, kissing me fiercely. Our hips ground together, pushing my cock deeper into her magnificent pussy. I lay upon her, letting my heart slow, feeling her body pressed against mine. I felt her heart thundering in her chest. She moaned softly as my cock throbbed inside her. I smiled and kissed her softly again.
Then I stood and took a step back from her, slipping my dick out of her. As she realized what I was doing, she clenched her pussy around my cock, and groaned loudly in disappointment. She looked up at me and bit her lip, wondering what I was doing. I held out my hand to her. She took it, sitting up off the desk. I held her hand as she stood. Then I pulled her against me and kissed her passionately. My dick pressed against her between us. Then I gently turned her around, facing the desk. She looked over her shoulder and bit her lip as she looked at me. Then she bent over and thrust her ass against my groin. My dick throbbed as it was pressed between her cheeks, my balls pressing against her lips.
I reached down and grasped her firm ass. I slid my fingers along the smooth firmness of her, gripping her hips and pulling her against me with more force. She moaned softly, looking over her shoulder at me. Then I released her hips, and she leaned forward, pulling her ass off me. I grasped my dick and slid the head of it between her cheeks, pressing gently against her asshole, then down into her lips. I slid it up between her legs, pressing through her lips against her clitoris. Then I slid it back and forth through her lips as she moaned in pleasure.
Then I pushed it up through her lips into her opening. The head of it gently pushed deeper into her. She arched her back, and thrust her ass against my groin, slamming my cock as deep into her as it would go. She exhaled sharply as my cock rode up into her. Her body clenched around my manhood, squeezing it tightly as she shuddered at the pleasure of it. I felt the pressure along my manhood and shivered. I grabbed her hips and pulled her harder against me, pushing a little deeper into her. She moaned again in response.
I grasped her hips and slowly slid back until I was almost out of her. She moaned as I slid back into her, my groin thumping against her. She quickly matched my rhythm, and we rocked our hips into each other. While I gently slid in and out of her, I spread her cheeks, and slid my thumb down across her asshole, and across the top of my dick as I slid in and out of her. Once my thumb was damp with her arousal, I pressed it against her asshole. She moaned loudly as I slipped it around her tight hole, then eased it into her. She stopped moving for a moment, my cock half out of her. She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip as I slipped half my thumb up her ass. She gasped loudly, then looked over her shoulder and nodded to me.
"Please... Press it deeper..." She whispered huskily. I slipped the rest of my thumb into her ass. Then I gently slid the rest of my dick up into her pussy. My groin firmly pressed against her, she shook her hips, her ass jiggling with both of her holes filled. She moaned louder as I drew back and gently thrust into her again. Then she slid herself forward against the desk as I withdrew. I stopped just short of my cock slipping out of her and thrust back into her. She thrust against me, the sound of our hips coming together loudly in the quiet room. I wiggled my thumb back and forth inside her ass as I continued to thrust our hips together. She moaned loudly in pleasure.
I felt the pressure building within her again. My balls started to clench with the force of it. I could feel the waves of ecstasy swelling within me. We thrust together harder, the desk creaking with the strain of it beneath us. I felt the edges of my orgasm swelling, threatening to consume my reality. I slammed deep into her and pulled her hard against me, holding myself there. I felt her inside clenching tightly around my throbbing dick. I took deep steady breaths, trying to calm my frantically beating heart. She looked over her shoulder and moaned in pleasure. I slipped my thumb from her ass, and she moaned louder.
Then I slowly eased my dick from her dripping pussy. She groaned loudly, watching over her shoulder as I did. Then I grasped my slick cock and pressed the head of it against her ass. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as I did. She nodded as I looked at her. Then she reached back and spread her cheeks wide, allowing the head of my dick to slip into that tight spot. The she released her ass cheeks, letting them clap against me. I moaned in pleasure, feeling that tight pressure around the head of my cock. Then she reached down between her legs with one hand and slipped a finger into her pussy, gently stroking herself as I pushed my dick a little deeper into her. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes pleading as she licked her lips. She pressed her ass back against me, pushing my cock deeper into her. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, arching her back, craning her head up as I pushed deeper into her.
Then I gently pulled back, sliding most of my cock out of her. Then pushed into her again, my dick sliding deeper into her than earlier. She moaned loudly as my hips gently pushed against her. My body shivered and spasmed at the tightness of her bowels squeezing along the entire length of me. I leaned forward against her, my chest against her back. I slid my hands up her abdomen, and grasped her breasts as I kissed her neck and ear. I could feel the hammering of her heart in her chest. She moaned loudly as she bucked her hips against me, driving me deeper into her.
I rocked my hips back, withdrawing from her, then slid back into her. She moaned louder and thrust her hips against mine again, pushing me deeper into her. I kissed her shoulder again, as I stood back up. Then I withdrew and thrust into her again. She rocked her hips in time to mine, and we started to build a new rhythm. She rubbed her clitoris as my cock slid in and out of her tight ass. Her breath rushed in and out. My heart beat frantically in my chest. My body twitching with the intensity of the experience.
As our pace increased, she slipped her hand out from between her legs, and grasped the edge of the desk, pulling herself towards me with each thrust. I felt the pressure building quickly within me. I thrust hard against her, pulling her hips against me, and stopped. She moaned loudly, thrusting her hips against me, squeezing the length of me inside her. She looked over her shoulder, a questioning look on her face. I slapped her ass softly, feeling the firm texture of it against me. My cock throbbed inside her. I felt my orgasm about to burst. I took deep breaths, tried to force my heart to calm, the climax to back off. She waited patiently, her ass clenching and unclenching on me. She moaned softly at the sensation of my cock throbbing in her ass.
Then I slowly slid my cock back out of her ass. She moaned loudly in disappointment as it popped free of her. She looked over her shoulder at me, saw my cock throbbing in the air, dripping with her juice. She stood up and turned towards me. We embraced, my slick cock pushing against her body. We kissed, our tongues dancing. I pushed her back against the desk. She grinned, grabbed the edges of the desk, and hoisted herself up onto it again. Then she laid back and spread her legs. She reached down and slipped her fingers into her pussy, spread her lips wide. I leaned down and kissed her fingers, ran my tongue inside her lips, and around her clitoris. She moaned loudly in response.
I stood and pressed my cock against her ass. She exhaled sharply as it slid into her. As my groin pressed firmly against hers, the full length of my dick went up her ass. She moaned in pleasure as I leaned forward into her. My hands pressed to the desk along her sides bracing me as I kissed her fiercely. I rocked my hips gently slipping my dick partially out, then back into her. She moaned again, louder. I kissed her chin, her neck, her collarbone. Then I ran my tongue up to her ear and pulled her earlobe into my mouth and nipped at it as I slid my cock in and out of her ass, slowly, savoring the tightness of her.
"Is this, okay?" I whispered into her ear. I dragged my teeth down to her neck and applied pressure, my jaw working my teeth into her tender flesh. She arched her head back, exposing more of her throat to me. I opened my mouth wider, dragging my teeth across her flesh.
"Yes..." she moaned, "Fuck me..."
I pulled back and looked down into her eyes. She smiled up at me sweetly and blinked up at me. I chuckled softly and she grinned. Then she rocked her hips against me and squeezed my dick inside her with every bit of her strength. I moaned in pleasure. She nodded, urging me to continue. I leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, then stood up straight.
I drew back until only the head of my dick was still in her, then I slid it deep into her. Our groins crashed together, shaking the whole desk. She moaned and nodded, "Harder..."
I drew back again, feeling her roll her hips away from mine, then we crashed together. The whole desk rocked beneath us. Her incredible breasts rocked with the force of it. She nodded; a pleading look on her face. We started to build a slow powerful rhythm. Each thrust of our hips shaking the desk beneath us. It was not long until I felt my climax building within me again. She saw my eyes start to go wild and she reached down and fingered her clitoris, rubbing insistently, building her own climax.
"Don't stop... Don't you dare..." She moaned in pleasure. I nodded, feeling my control starting to slip. My body shuddered and convulsed with the power of my climax building beyond my ability to continue it. I started to slam into her harder, faster, losing all rhythm, my body convulsing and shuddering with the power of it. She cried out, her voice raw with the power of it. I continued to thrust into her, shaking the room with the impacts of our groins together.
Then my body seized. My muscles locked. My groin slammed into hers, burying my dick as deep into her as it could possibly go, and my orgasm exploded inside her. Cum burst forth from me deep into her bowels. She moaned loudly as her own climax exploded. Streams of thick fluid exploded out of her pussy against my groin. My body continued to shudder, more cum bursting out of me into her as I collapsed forward onto her. I braced myself against the desk and laid down upon her. Her incredible, heaving breasts against my chest. I sucked greedily at the air, not realizing I had been holding my breath.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing me tightly against her as her bowels clenched on my cock. More cum burst into her, and she moaned in pleasure feeling it fill her up. I laid my head on her shoulder and softly kissed her ear as I felt the thundering of her chest against mine.
"That was... amazing" I whispered softly into her ear. She purred in response. Then she turned her head to look me in the eye.
"I think... Amazing... barely scratches the surface..." She pulled me tighter against me and kissed my lips softly. Our lips parted and my tongue gently explored her mouth tasting her sweetness. Then I withdrew my tongue from her mouth, and hers dipped into my mouth, exploring me. Our lips broke, and a huge smile played across her face. She laughed softly, pushing her up off her.
I stood, and slowly withdrew my softening cock from her ass. She groaned softly. I could see she did not want me out of her yet, but the time had passed and now we had other things we needed to do. She looked down at my softening cock and smiled. Then she stepped up to me and hugged me tightly. Then she patted my chest as she turned and went around her desk to get her clothes. I bent down and started pulling my boxers and pants back on.
As she slipped her bra on, she looked over at me and smiled. As she slipped her panties up her incredible legs, she looked over at me again and spoke softly, "Same time next week?"
I smiled, and nodded, "If that is what you want..."
She pulled her blouse overhead, grabbed her breasts, and adjusted herself. I smiled, feeling heat in my cheeks as I watched her.
"Oh gods... Yes..." She responded with a laugh. I smiled as I held the door for her, and we left together...
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<strong>First times: 05 -- Angel of mercy</strong>
<em>As so often happens, this story was planned to go in a completely different direction, but my characters took over and this is the result.</em><br /> <em>You will see what I mean in the first story of the "Angels and Daemons" series. I used the same name for the main character, something I go to great pains to avoid, because that was my original intent for her.</em><br /> <em>Again my heartfelt thanks to Valphund for teaching me to be a better author. Any mistake is my own.</em>
*****
The hour-long commute by city bus, then metro, was an ordeal for most of her fellow travelers, but it was a necessary period of meditation and centering for Ariel. The job of counselor in a children's hospital wasn't for the faint of heart.
So being late and forced to drive there was a mixed blessing. The transit time was cut in half, but she hadn't been able to close her eyes and bring forth the strength she would need as soon as she stepped on the oncology floor.
Ariel was sitting, head bowed on the steering wheel, catching her mental breath, when there was a rap on her window. Startled, it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. She smiled when she saw the woman standing outside.
Amelia was certainly a force of nature. Always jovial, ebullient even, she was the unofficial morale booster of the entire department.
A chubby woman in her late forties, she bucked the establishment by wearing some colorful accessory along with the customary scrubs. That day, it was a bright scarf of multi-colored daisies.
"Are you coming out, or do you intend to sleep in your car all day?" She laughed. Amelia was fully aware of Ariel's process and did her best to help her with it. As a nurse in the same department, she'd had her share of heartbreaks. She certainly didn't envy the younger woman who dealt so intimately with their young charges.
"Sleep sounds good right now. My neighbor was sick all night and I stayed at her place to help. Let's just say that her couch has seen better days."
"Mine's brand new, if you insist on avoiding your own bed. I splurged last summer after a spring sprung through the cushion and I had a surprise of the most un-erotic kind."
Amelia recounted her encounter with the offending offspring of a steel wire and industrial machinery in salacious details all the way to their floor. When the elevator doors opened, she took Ariel's hand and squeezed it.
"Take it easy, dear. If you need a lap to rest on, I suppose I could close my legs for a while." Amelia teased.
"You started exercising?" Ariel countered good-naturedly.
Despite being from different social strata, the two women had hit it off the very first day Arial started working at the hospital. They had seen each other while she interned, but rarely came in contact.
That day, an insensitive doctor with atrocious bedside manner was making a young girl cry and Ariel was in his face about it. As the tone escalated, Amelia intervened by reminding the doctor that his file already contained many reprimands and that he was on his way out if he didn't mind his manners in front of the children.
The two women and the little girl had a good laugh at his expense as he stormed away, sputtering indignantly.
By the end of the day, every child on the floor called her Wonder Woman, so, of course, she came in the next day wearing a golden tiara and bracelets, and deflected imaginary bullets all day for the amusement of patients and staff.
Since then, they were known as the A Team. They complemented each other so well, professionally and personally.
The fact that Amelia was a lesbian and Ariel wasn't had never entered their minds until some sniggering male nurse made some crude comment and took vile pleasure in spreading rumors and innuendo, which no one found funny in the least. He ended being the butt of his own meanness when a visiting doctor overheard him. As it happened, he was Ariel's father, there to visit his good friend, the Director of the oncology department. No one was sad to see him escorted out by security minutes later.
*****
That Monday morning, Amelia had been standing outside with some friends who were there for a smoke on purpose. She was waiting for the younger woman. This would be a tough shift and she wanted to see for herself how she was holding on.
She had heard how Ariel had spent the week-end working with some of their sicker patients. She wasn't surprised when she drove in. The girl probably had been pacing all night instead of sleeping.
So she wasn't terribly surprised when she found her asleep on a chair, head pillowed on her arms on a little boy's bed, most likely talking to him when she succumbed to fatigue. He was gently caressing her hair and put his finger on his lips to signal Amelia to be quiet. Nodding, she backed out, flicked the lights off, and shut the door. No one went into the room except her to check on the boy.
When Ariel came out two hours later, slightly disheveled and blushing furiously, everyone she met smiled kindly at her and no few patted her arm. Amelia had told them how the terminal patient had been beaming at this spontaneous gesture of humanity.
She put her arm around Ariel's waist and steered her to the nurses' lounge. It was more modestly appointed than the doctors', but there was a feeling of warmth to it and she often used it.
"I feel like such a wuss." Ariel said as she splashed cold water on her face. "That wasn't the most professional thing I ever did."
"I don't know about that." Her friend said, looking at her in the mirror, never stopping the soothing shoulder massage. "We all know you spent the week-end here with Jeremy and the other kids. Maybe I should get you the full Wonder Woman costume. I, for one, wouldn't mind ogling your body in those bustier and spandex bottom."
"Oh, you." Ariel leaned in the gentle neck massage. "If you continue like this, you won't have to get any cartoon costume. I'll drag you to the massage therapy room and strip bare for you."
"Promises, promises, sweetie." It was getting harder for Amelia to keep her attraction of Ariel in check. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend to do it for you instead of spending all your time at work? All work and no play, you know."
"Ah!" The derision in the snort was clear. "I almost envy you, Am. Did you know that men can't take the competition when it comes from a dying child..."
Hearing the catch in her friend's voice, Amelia turned her around and embraced her.
"They're brave little boys and girls, Ariel. You make a big difference in their lives." She held her until she felt some of the tension leave her, knowing the toll her vocation was taking on the young woman. She had seen it often enough over the years among the nurses. "Why don't we go out tonight and get drunk. Or get sloshed and find you a hunk to take your mind of this place, if only for a couple of hours."
"You're projecting again, Am. You're the party girl here. Going out every week-end and collecting skirts. As for me... I don't even remember the last time I had sex... with a man. I think my Hitachi is about to propose to me." She giggled ruefully.
"I could lend you my Ben-Wa balls. They're the best. A brisk walk with them and you'll forget all about that clinging appliance."
Though she kept her tone light, Amelia was in a similar predicament, if for different reasons. Unaccountably, the last two women she had brought home didn't appreciate hearing her cry out Ariel's name when they made her climax. Go figure.
"But he's soooo good to me!" Ariel mock-whined which set both women laughing. "I was serious about the massage, dear." She said when they settled down. "I could use a good rub-down, and I heard a couple of nurses talking about your magic hands."
Amelia closed her eyes, trying to repress her shivers and contain her moans. Ariel probably didn't realize what she was doing, but the hand she ran up and down the nurse's back was doing its own kind of magic quite effectively. She knew she should let go now that Ariel was feeling better, but...
"I'll see if the therapy room is available after our shift if you want."
"I was thinking about your place... with the candles and the incense and the soft music..."
"I see some loose lips can't help flapping. Did they tell you how the evening ended, honey?"
"Not in so many words, but I could guess from their dreamy eyes. We wouldn't have to do it, though, would we? All I want is the massage."
"No..." Amelia hoped the catch in her own voice wasn't too obvious. "Not at all. The happy ending is a service offered upon request only. I'm running low on massage oil. I'll have to get some more. What about next week-end? Are you free?"
"I don't know yet." Ariel sighed deeply. "I'll have a better idea Friday. Is that too much of an inconvenience?"
"Not at all. I understand." Amelia didn't need to go into details. She knew full well that they were on a death watch for at least three children and that Ariel would want to be there for them as another counselor would be for their parents. These people were saints. "We'll play it by ear, sweetie. Now, we'd better get back to work or tongues will start wagging, and not in a fun way."
"Don't you ever think about anything but sex?"
"Why would I? It's soooo much fun!"
They were both laughing when they came back on the floor.
*****
As everyone in the department had expected, it was a bad week, with two children dying and three more being hospitalized when their cancer flared up unexpectedly after being in remission for months.
Wednesday morning, Ariel and another counselor brought a small duffle bag. By Friday evening, both were haggard and listless. They put on their game face in front of their young charges and their parents, but they weren't fooling anyone else. All knew that the long breaks they took were so they could cry their own pain out.
They were too tired to even protest when the intervention was staged at the instigation of their colleagues. The man would be brought home to his wife who had been warned and was waiting for him. Nobody even smiled when Amelia told them she was taking Ariel home with her. Anyone else would have done it if they could.
The counselor was asleep, her head on the nurse's shoulder before Amelia even drove out of the parking lot. She slept through being pulled out of the car and guided to Amelia's apartment. It was a good thing the older woman had experience undressing a limp body, but when she pulled out the sleeping wear Ariel had been using from the sports bag, she wisely decided that her friend could sleep naked for one night.
She read a book while she ran a load in the washer and dryer. Every so often, she'd check on her guest, but the woman was dead to the world.
*****
The moan issuing from somewhere deep inside her woke Ariel, but she fought valiantly to hold on to the wonderful dream. She hadn't had a wet dream in a long time, and this one had been particularly sensual and erotic.
It had been so realistic that she could swear she was still feeling herself draped over a warm body, a strong arm holding her close, her leg tickled by pubic hair, her hand squeezing a soft breast...
"Eeeeek!" She jumped back from... Amelia, who was looking at her groggily.
"You have a strange way of waking up, sweetie."
"Why...? Why are you naked in bed with... Eeeek!" She pulled the covers over her own bare breasts, then pulled them back over Amelia. "Why am I in bed naked with you? Is this a lesbian way to seduce a woman?"
"First, you're naked because your bedclothes stank and nothing I have would fit you. Second, I'm in the buff too because you asked me to. Don't raise your perfect eyebrow at me, missy. I was changing into a proper sleeping attire when you held your arms out to me and whined, pleading. It was so cute, I couldn't say no. As soon as I slipped under the covers, you molded your body to mine. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy falling asleep with you fondling my breasts."
"Noooo!" Ariel put a hand over her mouth, shocked. "Tell me you're joking, Am. Please tell me the truth."
"Okay, maybe you weren't fondling my breasts, but everything else is true. A girl can fantasize a bit, can't she?"
"You didn't have to..."
"As a matter of fact, I did, dear. You should have heard yourself. And I'm glad I did. You were restless before I joined you. Was it so terrible, holding on to me like that?"
Ariel reached to touch her friend's hand, afraid she had hurt her feelings.
"Of course not, Am. I was startled, that's all." Even if she kept her eyes on Amelia's face, Ariel was very aware of her naked body, which she didn't seem in a hurry to cover. And the more she looked at her, the more her lips seemed fascinating. So full, so wet from the pink tongue she had run on them, so...
Amelia was getting aroused too, but she didn't want to take advantage of her friend's vulnerability.
"Do you need to use the bathroom right now? Or could I use it before you take a shower? Your clothes are washed and dried so you'll have something clean to wear."
"You did all that for me?"
"Hey! That's what friends are for, sweetie. Now move along or put something on. I'm not made of wood, you know."
Ariel blushed furiously when she realized she had dropped the covers, exposing herself, but she didn't resist when the older woman touched her cheek and brought her down for a light kiss.
She couldn't take her eyes off Amelia's naked body as she got a robe and walked out.
She found her pudginess strangely erotic. She certainly didn't fit any canon of beauty, but there was something... natural about her. Without realizing it, her hand was... reaching for her.
As soon as she was alone, she fell back on the bed, stunned. Not at being naked in bed with another woman. She had been to sleepovers where she and her friends had slept without bedclothes on. At her reaction just then. When she turned over, her head landed on Amelia's pillow and she moaned involuntarily when she breathed in her scent. She pulled back when her leg landed on a wet spot where her friend had been. At first, she was shocked, then she reached hesitantly to touch it.
'She said I had a perfect eyebrow.' She mused. Ariel was about to bring the sticky substance on her fingers to her lips when Amelia came out of the bathroom.
"All done. Leave me some hot water... Unless you want to share." She wiggled her eyebrows comically, but didn't wait for an answer before moving out of view.
"I... I wouldn't mind sharing." Ariel surprised herself by whispering.
She walked slowly to the bathroom, half dreading, half hoping Amelia would come back and see her. She knew full well she could have covered herself with the blanket.
Once she was behind the closed door, sitting on the toilet, she slowly brought her fingers to her nose, then to her lips. There were tears in her eyes when she got up and went to the sink where she unwrapped a toothbrush.
The face looking back at her in the mirror was familiar, but she saw something new in it too. She touched her face lightly, then her neck. She traced her collarbone, her upper chest, her breasts. She moaned when she brushed her nipples, but kept her eyes open.
She knew she was what all men, and most women, if truth be told, found beautiful, but after seeing Amelia and feeling the effect her naked body had on her, she reevaluated what 'beautiful' was.
Years of discipline and hard work had gone in getting and maintaining her athletic body, but she felt ashamed of the surgery which gave her such firm breasts. Amelia's had felt so soft under her hand. She stifled a gasp as she felt her vagina clench at the memory. She came to her senses, holding on to the washbasin with one hand as her knees threatened to buckle, and the other cupping her bald pussy.
She was startled when Amelia knocked on the door.
"Ariel?" She asked softly. "Are you okay, honey?"
"I..." She had to swallow a few times and take deep breaths before she could answer. "I'm fine, Am. I was just... I'm brushing my teeth. I'll be quick in the shower, I promise."
"Take all the time you need. I don't mind if I have to wait a bit for more water to heat."
"Thank you. I'll... I'll be right out."
She had lied. She wasn't fine at all. She was aroused as she had never been... <em>Ever</em>. But it was impossible. She was straight. She loved men... Well, she loved making love... Okay, she enjoyed having sex. She had never been <em>in love</em>. At first, she had rationalized that she was too busy with her studies, then with her career, but she had finally admitted it to herself some months back.
Amelia was her friend, had been for six years. They had laughed together, they had cried in each other's arms. They had done everything best friends did together.
She wasn't a...
Ariel wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to the shower. She grinned when she saw the shape of the soap-on-a-rope. She waited for the hot water to come on, then adjusted the temperature. All along, her eyes were pulled to the thing hanging there. Surely it meant she was straight, but what was it doing in a lesbian's shower?
*****
Amelia had been on her way to the bedroom to change the sheets. She had woken up in a puddle of cream. At least she had a mattress cover under it.
An audible gasp and moan had stopped her at the bathroom door. She stood there, her hand pressed flat on the door, thinking about the superb woman standing naked behind it.
Over the years, gorgeous women had been in her apartment, in her bed, but none had ever affected her like Ariel did. There was something about her...
They had a closer relationship than she had ever had with any other woman, even those she had considered to be her girlfriends. They had gone out to the theater, to the movies, even camping. They had tried new restaurants together. They had supported each other through heartbreaks and celebrated their achievements.
When she didn't hear anything for a while, she knocked... timidly (her, timid?) and asked if she was okay. She thought she heard something in Ariel's voice, but she wasn't sure what it was.
She stood there until she heard the water running. When she did, she groaned quietly and crumbled to her knees, head against the wood. She would have given anything to be in there to wash her back, to touch her soft skin. She had lied about her fondling her breasts, but not about taking a long time falling asleep. The feeling of Ariel's body pressed against hers, of her skin under her hand, touching her. It's a wonder the puddle wasn't bigger.
There. That was a moan. Unable to help herself, she opened the robe and shoved a hand between her legs. She blushed when she thought about the soap. It had been a gag gift she won during one of those silly games at a friend's bachelorette party. Was she using it? Was she running it on her breasts? Between her thighs? Inside...
Amelia wanted to walk away, to run away, but she was rooted in place by the image of her dear friend masturbating with the cock-shaped soap. As she pictured her, she imitated what her mind's eyes was showing her, thrusting two fingers inside her own vagina.
She was writhing on the floor, in the throes of an orgasm when it registered that she wasn't hearing the water running anymore. With a gasp, she stumbled to her room where she closed the door before falling on the bed. She had to... It was only minutes before she climaxed again.
Quiet footsteps stopped on the other side of the door as she lay there, gasping. She knew that if she touched herself, at that moment, the excitement of Ariel possibly opening the door and seeing her would set her off yet again. Her hand was hovering near her pussy, waiting, she wasn't sure exactly for what. Then she heard the woman walk away toward the kitchen.
At the sounds of her friend making herself a cup of coffee, she gathered what little wits she had left and managed to make it to the bathroom.
She didn't even bother checking if there was hot water left.
*****
Eyes brimming with unshed tears, Ariel looked up from the phone she was clutching in her hands.
Amelia went to her and embraced her.
"Is it Jeremy?" She asked quietly.
"Yes." Ariel answered with a flat voice. "It's a matter of hours now. I need to go."
"I know, sweetheart. Do you want me to drive you?"
"No, I'll be fine. There's nothing... You must have tons of things to do here. I'll let you know when it's done."
"Please do. You don't have to do this alone, you know."
"I know. I won't be. I'll be fine, I promise."
Amelia walked her friend to the door and hugged her one last time. She stood there, watching her get in her car and drive away. She didn't have any idea then, any more than she ever had in the years she'd known her, of where Ariel found the courage and inner strength to do what she did.
*****
Hours later, she was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for water to boil to fix herself a well-deserved cup of tea. The apartment was sparkling. When she was upset, Amelia cleaned, and she had been very perturbed that morning.
At first, she wasn't sure what she heard. She looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise, then she heard it again. It came from the front of the apartment. Damn mice. It was the time of the year when they tried to get in the house before...
She raced to the door. This was no mouse.
Ariel was standing there, looking so despondent it nearly broke her heart. She was clutching something to herself. With a tremulous smile, she handed it to her.
After a snort, Amelia put the bottle of massage oil on a small table and opened her arms. Wracked with gut wrenching sobs, Ariel ran to her and held on as a drowning woman to a ring buoy.
Gently, Amelia brought her in and sat with her on the couch. It seemed like forever, but, eventually, the woman stopped crying. She didn't let go. Neither did Amelia when she realized that Ariel had fallen asleep in her arms. She managed to stretch her on the sofa and put a cushion on her lap for the woman's head.
As she caressed her hair tenderly, she thought this wouldn't do. The intervention of the previous day had been for two physically exhausted persons. This was worse, so much worse. The woman was killing herself because she cared too much.
An hour later, Ariel stirred. Her friend had been about to wake her from what must have been a nightmare. Her piteous mewls were heart rending.
She stayed there, clutching the hand she had grabbed.
"It was a bad one?" She asked softly.
"There are no good ones, Am. At least, he was at peace. The worst part for them is often watching their parent's misery. He... In the end, he smiled at them and slipped away, holding their hands."
She was quiet for a long time. Amelia would have thought she was asleep again if not for the occasional squeezing of her hand. She knew there wasn't much she could say. Ariel was the counselor.
"What's with the massage oil? Do you want to show me your beautiful body... again?" She smiled at the chuckle her question elicited.
"Only if you'll teach me so I can give you one too."
"How could I say no to having your hands on me, sweetheart? How about after supper? I bet you didn't eat anything all day."
"There wasn't much time for that. Now... I've been put on sick leave, Am. Serge too." Serge was her colleague who specialized in grief counseling for the parents and families. "The prescription is sleep, lots of sleep, and we can't go back to work until our own counselors deem us fit." Ariel didn't miss her friend's sigh of relief. "See, mommy? The doctor said I had to be a good girl if I wanted to go back to play."
"I knew there was something I liked about that man." Amelia leaned in to kiss her friend's head. "I happen to know a nurse who specializes in dealing with unruly little girls."
"I am not unruly." Ariel mock-protested. "But I could be your..." Amelia could barely hear her. Her heart skipped a beat at the implications.
"Baby, you don't have to..."
Ariel turned on her back and reached to caress the older woman's cheek.
"I know, dear heart. But I... I want to. I think I've wanted to for a long time. This morning, I had a good long look at myself. And at you too. Aside from... you know, we've been closer than I've ever been to anyone, BFFs included. You... You're so beautiful, inside and out..."
"Stop that. You're trying to make me blush. You're the gorgeous one." The hand she had on Ariel's cheek moved to her neck so she could massage some of the tension out of her, at least as much as she could one-handed.
Ariel let her hand trail to Amelia's neck too, but she continued to her chest, tracing her collarbone, then the cleavage in the V-neck t-shirt. She smiled when she saw the goosebumps she caused to rise and the flush flowing down from the burning cheeks.
"I may <em>look</em> gorgeous, but you <em>are</em> beautiful, Amelia." Her second hand caressed the side of her friend's breast. "If I ask nicely, could I have a happy ending too?"
Amelia opened her eyes and saw her desire reflected in the most perfect dark brown eyes. Her heart swelled when she saw something else too.
"You said you wanted me to teach you massage. I could tutor you in that too." The blinders she had put on fell at last.
"I hope you're a patient instructor, then. I'm afraid I will require many, many sessions." Ariel cupped her friend's neck and gently pulled her down. When their lips met, it was so soft, so... right. She moaned when Amelia caressed her cheek, but her heart really began to race when her hand travelled lower. She was arching upward long before it reached her breasts.
She put her hand over Amelia's to forestall further exploration. She wanted to savor their first kiss. She nibbled on her lower lip, traced her mouth with the tip of her tongue before passing the parted lips. Both women were panting as their tongues caressed each other, gently, then more forcefully as they got familiar. Ariel pulled Amelia in her mouth to make oral love to her tongue, eliciting deep moans.
The older woman couldn't believe what was happening. This straight woman was bringing her to the edge simply by kissing her. Seasoned lovers hadn't come close to giving her this intensity of feelings. Something broke inside her and a wound she hadn't known was there healed under the loving ministrations.
Ariel felt the tears fall on her cheeks, mixing with her own. Their busy lips were stretched in huge smiles as both finally acknowledged what their hearts had known all along.
By the time they came up for air, she had unbuttoned her own shirt and reached behind herself to unhook her bra and put her... lover's hand on her breast. Her spirit soared as soon as the shackles of convention and conditioning were unlocked.
She enjoyed the experienced hand's caresses, but she wanted more, so much more. Again, she stopped it.
"My darling Amelia, I want to see you too. I want to touch you, I want..."
Amelia's lips cut her off momentarily. The strong arms pulled her off the couch, and, their lips never breaking contact, they slowly made their way to the bedroom. It took a long time, but neither cared as they undressed each other along the way.
To Ariel's surprise, her friend climaxed the moment her fingers entered her and they ended in a heap on the floor before they made it to the bed. Amelia held her hand away from her pussy as they resumed their journey, contenting themselves with loving caresses.
The confident lover gave way to the shy lesbian virgin once they lay face to face, their bodies touching from lips to groin, their legs intertwined, arms holding tightly on as if fearing the other would pull away.
They looked at each other, clouded blue eyes drowning in glazed brown ones. Slowly, their hands resumed their caresses, more insistently, more pointedly, with a clear goal.
Ariel rolled Amelia on her back and straddled her hips. She sat there, taking her in, from her dishevel shoulder-length light brown hair, her rounded face with its expressive eyes, the pug nose she had often made light fun of, the full lips with their deep laugh lines. Amelia wasn't fat, only well rounded. Ariel knew the soft flesh hid strength. What others saw as unsightly filled her eyes with wonder.
She lightly skimmed the breasts with both hands, admiring the shape gravity gave them as she rested on her back. She caressed the large soft mounds, touching them everywhere but where Amelia wanted her to, judging by the whines and her arching back.
""Touch the damn nipples already, you tease! It's cruelty, plain and simple!"
"Is it?" Ariel asked coyly. "I'm new at this lesbian thing, you know. You have to be patient with me."
"What I am is dying, honey. And I don't believe you for a minute. This isn't your first rodeo."
"I assure you that it is." She leaned and kissed one hardened nipple with her wet lips, then the other, all the while tenderly kneading the breasts. "So this is...." She tickled them with the tip of her tongue. "What lesbian sex is all about..." She spread the breasts to run her tongue in the valley between them, then pushed them together and nipped the flesh. "I had no idea..." She pushed harder so she could take both nipples in her mouth at once and made love to them with enthusiasm. All long she kept a running light commentary going.
When she had Amelia's hips bucking beneath her, she kept fondling her breasts after a last playful sharp bite, which was rewarded by a yelp, immediately followed by a moan.
She left a trail of love bites, all the way to the origin of the heavenly scent which was assaulting her senses. A single nip on a thigh was enough for both legs to be pulled against soft breasts and held there. The whines she heard as she licked the cream which had flowed with Amelia's orgasm were music to her ears. She had never imagined the joy she could derive from giving pleasure to a woman.
She was sorely tempted to touch herself, but refrained so she could concentrate on her lover. Thinking of everything she loved to have done to herself, and everything she had always wished a man had done to her, she had Amelia teetering on the edge before she even touched her clit. So she avoided it for as long as she could, only brushing against it with her nose as she licked from perineum to top of the pink cleft, savoring the abundant cream she collected along the way as she reached in as deep as she could.
Spontaneously, she circled the puckered hole. She hadn't expected the wail it elicited as Amelia climaxed instantly, nor the relaxing of the muscles which caused it to become a gaping opening, begging for her to fill it. Remembering her own experimentations, she touched a finger to it, entering to the first phalange, then following the inarticulate pleading, a second.
Simultaneously, she pushed two fingers in the overflowing vagina. When she was fully inside, she paused to get the older woman acclimated to her presence. The twitching of inner muscles told her Amelia was ready for more. Gradually, she accelerated her tempi and was soon going as fast and as hard as she could, all the while nipping the inner thighs.
When she had Amelia covered in sweat and moaning continuously, she curled the fingers inside her vagina upward and covered her clit with her mouth, sucking and flicking it rapidly with her tongue.
*****
Amelia had been fucked by women of various degrees of experience all her adult life, but none had ever brought her to such high levels of pleasure before this <em>virgin</em>.
Every touch, every caress, soft or sharp, seemed calculated, planned, to rob her of any form of independent thought. She was a quivering mass of flesh at the mercy of the goddess who had taken over her every senses.
Tight as violin strings, every nerve of her body was plucked, bowed, played upon with unequaled mastery. She had long lost herself in the maelstrom of sensations and feelings when a last hurricane of pleasure swept her.
She was a woman who had willingly given herself, body and soul. She belonged to <em>the other</em>, to do as she pleased. Her last thought before she was overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm of her life was that she was where she belonged. At last.
*****
Ariel held her lover tenderly. She had kissed her tears of happiness and cleaned her summarily with a warm washcloth before joining her.
She smiled as her lover's breath tickled where her head rested on her chest. This lesbian thing was not at all what she expected. It was so much better in every way.
Never before had she been this intent on giving all the pleasure that she could. There had always been some restraint, some reluctance, some sense that something wasn't exactly right, missing. Now she knew what that was.
She had never <em>made love</em> before.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
The next morning after homeroom, the young women headed outside to the stables. The other girls were happy and chatting, but Liza was nervous and quiet. She had never ridden a horse before. But, the excitement was contagious, and her mood improved quickly.
The weather was perfect: a beautiful, clear, cool fall day. Though her muscles hurt from her ordeal the day before, the short walk was just what she needed. Her young legs recovered quickly, and she had no trouble keeping up with the other girls.
She listened as they chatted about horses, riding, and the cute boys who worked at the stables. Mrs. "B", short for Baskins, was waiting for them. She was one of the only teachers at Royal Oaks who wasn't a nun. She welcomed the girls and made special mention of the "new faces", including Liza.
Mrs. "B" led the girls into the tack room and helped them pick out saddles and other gear. A few of the girls seemed to know what to do and were already hurrying out to the stable, claiming their favorite horse Liza guessed. She didn't know enough about horses to have a favorite, so she didn't mind lagging behind a bit. Jen stayed with her, helping with the tack.
Each pair of girls would share a horse, and take turns riding. Liza picked up the saddle - it was heavier than she expected - and followed Jen to the stable. Linda and Rachel, two of the more popular girls, already had their horse saddled and were leading her out to the ring. Him, she corrected herself, after seeing the other girls snickering and pointing at his enormous member.
Jen and Liza ended up with an older mare, a docile bay named Snowflake. She was smaller and slower than the other horses, but Liza didn't mind that at all. Mrs. "B" double-checked the saddle strap and their clothing. They were dressed in riding clothes: tight tan breeches, calf-high boots, a dark green jacket, and a velvety black helmet.
Jen, who had ridden at least a few times before, went first. They were just going to ride around outside of the ring a few times. The other girls were practicing dressage, cantering, or even jumping some of the obstacles.
Jen guided the horse around the ring once, at a walk. Then she urged the mare into a slow trot and went around again. "Your turn," she told Liza as she dismounted. She helped her roommate mount.
It turned out to be a lot easier than Liza expected. She had no trouble keeping her balance, and she didn't even really need to use the reins: the mare knew where she was going. Even just walking was kind of fun, and trotting, though still slow, was better than she expected.
As she finished her second lap, Mrs. "B" was waiting for her. "Very good! I think that's enough for your first time," she praised, directing her back to the stable. Snowflake knew the way and seemed happy to be done. Jen walked along beside her. "So, what did you think?" she asked.
"It was fun!" Liza exclaimed. "Even bumping up and down on the saddle didn't hurt at all; it felt... kind of nice." Jen smiled.
The horse stopped outside her stall; she had done this a thousand times. Liza lifted her right leg over as she started to climb off, but she lost her balance and began to fall backward - right into Jen's arms. "Careful! I did that my first time too," Jen laughed. Liza still had one foot in the stirrup and was awkwardly leaning back onto her roommate. Jen's arms were wrapped around her, holding her across her chest.
She finally freed her foot and regained her balance. As she did, Jen lowered her hands to Liza's hips, making sure she was stable. "Thanks!" she laughed, blushing a bit as she turned around to face Jen. "No problem, roomie," Jen smiled.
Liza felt a sudden urge to lean in and give Jen a quick kiss on the cheek. But Jen turned, meeting Liza's lips with hers; her hands pulled Liza in closer. Liza's mouth opened slightly in surprise; she felt the tip of Jen's tongue slip past her lips. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth more, and sucked Jen's warm tongue deeper into her mouth.
Jen's hands slid down to Liza's butt, pulling their bodies together. Liza's hands found their way under Jen's jacket, and up to her breasts. Her thumbs rubbed across Jen's nipples. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, though it seemed much longer. Liza opened her eyes and pulled back gently. "That was... really nice," she managed.
Jen smiled and started to reply, but was interrupted. "Eww! That was gross! What's wrong with you two?" Rachel asked from a nearby stall.
Jen turned around and stammered an explanation. But Liza interrupted: "Oh, get lost, Rachel! Mind your own business." She turned around and began removing Snowflake's saddle. Jen stuck her tongue out at Rachel and turned to help her roommate.
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Where can you go where you are expected to be naked - and I'm not talking about a nude beach or nudist colony?
As my planning developed, I kept trying to think of ways to get naked without worrying about upsetting others. One day, as I walked home from work, I passed an Art School. I looked in the window at nothing in particular and saw a few nude paintings. I immediately, thought of a new approach. The actual studio was upstairs. These paintings were on display in a lobby.
The next day I called and asked if they needed models. They had plenty at the time, but I could come by and fill out an application.
I went during lunch. The receptionist told me to just call daily to see if they needed anyone for the next day. I asked if experience was needed and she said, "No, but practice some poses." I also asked if it mattered that I was older. I was mid forties at the time. She told me that they had a model in his sixties.
I called for a few days and each day they had enough help. I finally gave up, deciding that it was a good idea that just didn't work out.
About 4 months later I got a call asking if I was available; I responded. "Absolutely." I had no idea what to expect. I showed up the next morning only to be told that somebody had just gotten there ahead of me and that they would not need me.
As I walked away, I was told to wait. The receptionist checked with the instructor and he said that since I was already there he would use two models for the session. Now a few of my fears surfaced - what if the other person is pro and I'm a clumsy oaf - what if its a beautiful woman and I get a hardon - what if I'm not good looking enough. This was all settled quickly. The other model was a somewhat overweight middle-aged woman that was not very attractive. Please do not take offense - I do not mean this in a derogatory way. Afterall, I'm not the most handsome guy in the world. It simple put my fears to rest - It showed me that you did not have to be one of "the beautiful people" to do this. And as it turned out I was so focused on holding my pose that all of these fears were just stupid.
So, off I went into the unknown. The instructor had her go topless and sit in a chair in front of about a dozen students. He had me get completely naked and sit on the floor beside her legs with my left arm resting on her thigh. This was called the long pose. After about 45 minutes we took a break and then resumed for another 45 minutes.
During the break I put on a robe that I had brought with me and walked around looking at the drawings. They were actually quite good of both of us.
After the second segment was over, we were done. Normally there is a long pose and a series of short poses. He skipped the short poses I assume because there were two subjects taking extra time to draw.
I called into the school during the next week and got no further assignments. Again, I gave up. I figured that the call was just a fluke or the instructor wasn't impressed with me as a model. Three months later I got another call for a late afternoon session. Again, I was excited.
This was a solo performance. During the long pose, I was so relaxed that I actually dozed off - I hoped they didn't notice. During the break, I again looked at the drawings and was impressed. Then the short poses went well.
I was never called back. I decided that the first call was during Spring Break and the second call during the summer and that all their usual college-age models were not available during both of these times and that I was way down the list.
The school has since moved and I have not done anything like this since. Now I'm too old.
Those two sessions however were priceless for me; I was completely naked in front of a bunch of people and completely relaxed. It is how I imagine a stripper must feel when performing, people staring at me and my every move and me, enjoying every second of their staring.
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05 Our Perfect Marriage -- Ch.05
I woke up alone in bed. My mind was full of confused thoughts and emotions. Lots of negative emotions -- jealousy, regret, inadequacy. These feelings were dominant but behind them was almost exhilaration. We had finally done it. She had finally done it. She had sex with another man. A fantasy that I had held for the longest time. The fantasy I had shared with her, the one that had become a joint fantasy.
We had spoken about it for months. Not sure how to find the right man. Then she had met someone. She was away on a girl's weekend and she had met Will. Like most men he was attracted to her. She was now over 40 and the prettiness of youth had developed into real beauty. Her body would put most younger women to shame, hard work in the gym had seen to that. She always got attention from men when we were out. Eyes following her across a room, offers to buy her a drink or to dance. She rarely encouraged the men who admired her. Occasionally she flirted but always made it clear they had no chance of things developing. But with Will it was different. She responded, admitting that after the first time she met him she wanted to bump into him again. Almost wanted him to make a move. When he did make a move she had let him kiss her. Almost gone to his room. In a strange way it was our fantasy that had stopped her going with him that night. She was worried that the scenario wouldn't be perfect for me, wouldn't be how I had seen the fantasy play out. She was probably right. It would have turned me on for her to come home and tell me the details of her night with someone else. But we would have missed the excitement of the build up. The torture that I experienced last night watching her leave the house to meet her lover. The pain and the arousal of knowing she was with someone else, imagining what they were doing.
Her rejection of him that night wasn't the end of it. A few weeks later he had got in touch. He had a business trip near our home town and he asked if she wanted to have dinner. We talked it over one night in bed. Both incredibly turned on and agreed she should meet him, both knowing we were agreeing to much more than dinner. She shared some photos of him. I could see why she responded to his advances. He was early thirties, so about 10 years younger than us. He was very good looking and in really good shape. He had sent her a picture without his top on. Not hugely muscled but very toned. I could see in her eyes how much she was attracted to him.
The photos he sent also included more explicit shots. These revealed that he was perfect for our fantasy. In the fantasy it isn't just sex with someone else. It is amazing, mind blowing sex with someone else. Better sex than I could ever give her. We both needed her lover to have a bigger cock than me. I know many men can't understand why a husband would want this for his wife. It isn't something I can explain but the thought of Maria in ecstasy as some guy fucked her deeper and harder than I ever could is my biggest turn on. I could pretend it is purely because I love her and want her to feel incredible. But that isn't the whole truth. The other part of it is what it does for me. Nothing turns me on more, and if I am being fully honest part of the turn on is the fear and jealousy that I know it will bring. The cliché of angst.
For her part she also needed a lover who was well endowed. I'm not small at around 7 inches. She didn't ever give any indication that I wasn't enough for her. But as this fantasy developed she opened up about past lovers. This had previously been taboo because of my historic jealousy, I still find it strange that I now encourage her to take a lover but back then I couldn't even hear about old boyfriends.. As we talked about her taking a lover she told me about a holiday romance when she was younger. The guy she met was over 9 inches and it was clear that sex with a big cock was something she missed. She didn't give details but she implied he wasn't the only well hung lover in her past, and in my heart I knew he wasn't the biggest. Will was certainly bigger than her holiday romance. One showed a female hand struggling to fit around the base of this penis. Her other hand holding a ruler. Clearly showing he was at least 10 inches long.
I took a breath. I thought about last night. The build up to her leaving to meet him. The surprise when she texted they were skipping dinner and heading straight to his room. Then several hours later when I got a video message. She had teased they might send me a video. The video was her staying she was spending the night. It was also Will trying to show his superiority. She thought he'd ended the call. Instead he made sure it kept running as he fucked her to a huge orgasm. Kept it running as she begged him to keep fucking her harder and deeper. Pleading with him to be rough with her, to use her. He stopped the video just before she came again. He probably wanted to make me jealous. To hurt me by giving her what I couldn't. But he had failed. I didn't know how she would be when she came home to me. But that video was confirmation he had given her what I wanted from the fantasy. Great, passionate sex with someone else. I needed her to love it. That was the whole point. I realise most men will not understand that feeling. But for me it was a huge sexual high.
I was painfully hard. Desperate to cum. I looked at the clock. It was 730. I wondered what they were doing. I didn't have a message so I assumed she was still with him. Was he fucking her again? Was she riding him? Was she sucking his huge cock? My hand drifted down my body and grasped around my hard cock. I didn't want to but I needed to cum. Then my thoughts shifted. Imagining her asleep. Her sexy, toned naked body nestled against him. A relaxed smile in her face. Totally satisfied from the night before. It was those thoughts I hated. Him fucking her to mind blowing orgasms was a turn on. Affection felt like a punch to the stomach. Desperate to clear my mind I almost jumped out of bed. I stood in the shower. Alternating hot and cold, hoping to release some if the knot in my stomach.
As I headed downstairs I grabbed my phone and saw a text from Maria. My heart raced. I'd always imagined her coming home after being with another man. Recently she admitted it had become a huge part of the fantasy for her too. Hopefully she was on her way. Then I read the message. "Morning sexy, I had a GREAT night. We have a late checkout so we are going to have a snack. Then we'll say good bye properly 💕. Then I'll freshen up and head home. Be home around lunchtime. Love you. Looking forward to sharing the details. M." Then a second message "don't make yourself cum!!!! M x."
The morning dragged on. Every car that went passed the house made me look out of the window. I must have checked my phone 50 times. Finally at about 1230 I heard a car door close in the drive. Looking out of the window I saw an uber pull away and Maria walking up the drive. I'd read tens of stories about this moment. Wives and girlfriends coming home half dressed. Hair a mess, make up smudged. The "just fucked" look. Perhaps walking in a way that betrayed the night of sex they had experienced. But not Maria. Sure, she looked a little tired. But she positively glowed and looked as sexy and elegant as ever.
I stood in the kitchen waiting for the door to open. I was worried. Scared that her eyes would indicate something had changed. Maybe physically - during the video Will had promised to leave her addicted to big cock. Maybe emotionally -- he had also promised to leave her desperate to see him again. Then she walked in. She saw me immediately. Her beautiful face breaking into a natural smile. Her eyes sparkling with love as she quickly walked over to me. Her arms went around my waist and she looked up. "I love you. Thank you for last night." Then she kissed me gently on the lips and then kissed me harder. "I can't wait to tell you about it. Can't wait to fuck the man I love."
I kissed her back. " I want to hear every detail. Shall we go upstairs?" My hands roamed over her body. Impatiently my hand cupped her breast, gently pinching her nipple and then harder.
She inhaled sharply "Gently, I'm a little tender." Then with a sexy smile "and not just my nipples."
"Ok, I'll be gentle." My hands moving down her body to the bottom of her skirt then up. Planning to hook her panties and start to claim her back. She sensed my surprise when my hands just felt bare flesh. She whispered "Will has them. Partly a souvenir and partly because we both thought if would be hot for him to send me home to you with no panties."
I gently cupped her buttock. As ever I was amazed how she could feel so firm yet so soft. I was as gentle as I could be. Remembering the vicious slaps Will had given her during the video last night. I then slowly moved my hands around, over her hips. Letting my fingers trace under her naval before gently caressing her inner thighs. I was desperate to touch her. To start claiming her back. She was hardly breathing, she slowly parted her legs to allow me to reach my goal. Assuming she was tender after last night I kept my touch as gentle as possible. She kissed me. Then looked me in the eye as I started to touch her pussy. She felt slick and I realised it wasn't just her being turned on. She kissed me. "We ended up saying goodbye again after I showered. I was going to have another shower but he convinced me not to. It turned him on to send me home like this. Especially with no panties. I can't believe how it made me feel in the cab. Like such a slut. So dirty so hot." Then she giggled. "Lucky for me there wasn't too much. If it had been like the first time he came last night....."
I'd imagined her coming home and being able to tell she had been with another man. The scent of his cologne maybe. She had teased me about how if would feel to kiss her knowing she had given him a blow job, made him cum in her mouth. I had heard about wives coming home in this state. It hadn't been a fantasy but I could feel my heart pounding. I kissed her hard. My finger sliding deeper into her pussy.
Firmly but gently she pushed me back. Staring at me. Looking into my soul. She gave me a sexy smile. "Maybe another time. I'm going to take a bath. Then you and I are going to bed."
I moved back closer, tried to kiss her. She held me off. "Would it turn you on? It would turn Will on if I let you.... But no, let's not take this there." She stepped towards me. She moved her hand down my body. She gripped my erection and sighed with desire. She then let go and moved her hand to her sex. Looking down I could see her hand slide back and forth, sliding one then two fingers into her used pussy. Pushing me back again she moved her hand up her body, between us. Her fingers were slick, almost shiny with a combination of hers and Will's passion. Sexily she kissed her two fingers and then sucked them. I could feel my cock throb with this sight that I had never imagined. Then she grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me close. Then she kissed me. A big open mouth kiss. "Give me 30 minutes to take a bath. I need to let my body recover. I also need to let my mind slow down. I feel like every sense and emotion is on fire." She walked away towards the stairs. The she looked back. "Then let me tell you about my night."
I sat impatiently at the kitchen island. Staring at the clock I hoped it was time, but half had passed. I didn't think I could wait another 15 minutes. I smiled to myself at that. I'd waited nearly 18 hours for her to return but now I couldn't wait a quarter of a hour. But then Maria came to my rescue. "I'm done. Come upstairs."
I walked deliberately up the stairs determined not to rush. I walked into the bedroom. Maria was still in the ensuite. "Lie down on the bed." She told me through the door. I did as I was told and then fixed my gaze on the door.
She walked out naked. Looking as sexy as ever. But marked by last night. I'd seen Will being rough with her on the video call. I'd heard her asking him to be rougher to slap her ever harder. The results were visible on her perfect body. I could see some red marks on her thighs and a deeper red on her right buttock. Nail marks, almost bruises on her hips where he had gripped her. On her left collar bone was a small love bite, another sign post of her night with Will.
"Are you ok?" i stammered. "Did he hurt you?" My desire had gone. I felt shock. Anger towards him. Then guilt.
But then she smiled and said. "Yes I am ok. Yes he hurt me. I wanted it. It still hurts a little now" she continued as her hand gently stroked her marked bum. "I loved it. I love that I can still feel his hands on me."
I must have looked crestfallen. "But not as much as I love being home with you."
She walked to the bed. Her eyes locked with mine. Despite her long night of sex I could see passion and excitement in her eyes. For both of us, her returning and sharing her story was part of the fantasy. She sat next to me on the bed then turned to take something out of the bed side cabinet. As ever I marvelled at her body. Feminine but toned. Her tight abs visible as she twisted. Her breasts perfect and pert as she bent down. Usually I would have reached out. Unable to resist contact. But I held back. Partly sensing that she wanted to take control. Partly as my eyes scanned the marks he had left on her body.
She turned to me. A small bottle of lube in her hand. "Lie back. Let me start my story. I will need sex later but right now I want you to relax. I want to make you cum." With that she kissed me gently and whispered I love you. She placed the lube behind her and slowly stroked my face before letting her nails trace lines down my body. "I'm going to tell you everything about last night. What I was thinking, how it felt, what I thought. No holds barred. If it is too much tell me and I will stop. I'm not going to pretend it was better than if was to turn you on. And I won't understate anything to save your ego. If it is too much tell me. But before I begin, is there anything you need to know now? This has been a fantasy of yours for a long time. You've had all night and morning with your thoughts. Is there anything you want to ask before I start?"
I gulped. Unsure what to say. Maria's hand continued to trace lines on my body. Her head was bowed. I was about to tell her no when she looked up. I started to ask some questions.
"Are you happy to did It? That you went through with It?" I asked.
She kissed me and simply said "Yes."
"You were with him for longer than I expected. How many times did you have sex?" I mumbled.
She looked at me. I could see her thinking. "I'm not sure. I mean, it depends how I think about it. But 5 maybe 6 times?"
"Did he make you cum every time?"
"Yes" no hesitation, "he made me cum a lot. Don't ask me how many times. I couldn't really guess." She gently kissed my neck.
I know she could sense how hard I had become. But she kept her hands away, stroking my torso.
Now I had started I had a million questions. "Do you want to do this again?"
She propped herself up on her elbow. "Ask me that again after I've finished my story. Let me tell you everything that happened."
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I walked out of the house, then sat in the taxi in a trance. I was so close to backing out. But then before I knew it I was at his hotel. I was early. I headed to the bar thinking I would have a drink to steady my nerves. When I walked in I saw Will at the bar. He didn't see me. The nerves were overwhelming. I sort sidestepped out of view and decided to compose myself. I looked over to where we was. He looked really good. Dark trousers and nice white shirt. But I also noticed how nervous he appeared. Constantly checking his watch, fidgeting almost. I know women are supposed to like confidence but I found his vulnerability as much of a turn on as his looks. I stepped back into view and walked over.
He saw me straightaway and stood up to greet me. Last time he had seen me, when he kissed me, he seemed so smooth. But last night he wasn't like that. When I walked over he awkwardly went to shake my hand, it made me laugh, and like him more. I ignored his hand a kissed him on the cheek. Probably letting my kiss and my body linger more that was needed. That seemed to relax him. Give him some swagger back. He bought me a glass of wine and we tried to make some small talk. We didn't sit in silence but I have no idea what we said. Some flirty compliments I guess. But I could feel my heart pounding. Nerves being replaced by sexual tension. Any thoughts of backing out long gone.
As we finished our drinks Will glanced at his watch. "We have a dinner reservation soon. Do you want to go through or have another drink."
"Dinner? I'm not sure I need dinner." I told him. Trying to convey with my eyes what I wanted.
"Another drink?" he asked, smiling, knowing what my answer was going to be.
I smiled back and stood up. "Yes, but not here. Let's go." He stood up and put out his arm. I linked mine through his and we walked out of the bar. I couldn't help leaning into him. Enjoying how hard his body felt against me. We made out way through the hotel lobby and into the lift.
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She paused and kissed me. For the first time her hand brushing against my erection making it twitch in anticipation.
"After you had gone I imagined the two of you in a lift. Different scenarios. Not being able to keep your hands off each other." I told her.
"It's funny. I think both of us wanted to kiss when we were in the lift. Probably more than just kiss. But standing together knowing what was about to happen made it almost sexier to do nothing, to wait. Anyway, soon we were out of the lift and walking in his room. I'm sure he could hear my heart pounding." She kissed me. "Are you ready to hear this?"
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For the previous two weeks Will had been telling me what he was going to do to me as soon as he got me alone. I'd encouraged it. Telling him I couldn't wait for him to take me hard and fast. I'd fantasized about it. Most of the time in the fantasy we just tore into each other, hard fast sex against the door. Still fully clothed. But when the door closed behind me I had different ideas. He moved toward me, planning to do what he'd promised, but I put a hand on his stomach and stopped him.
I moved towards him and gently kissed him on the lips. My tongue flicking against this. Then I slowly undid his shirt. I loved how hard his abs felt and then I circled his nipples, enjoying his intake of breath as he responded to my touch. I was determined to take control. I pushed his shirt over his shoulders. I let my lips work down his neck. Licking then nibbling his nipples while his hands gently grabbed my hair. I stepped back and admired his naked torso. I could feel my body respond. Nipples hard and I could feel myself getting wet as heat moved through my body.
I bent down and undid his shoes. Taking them and his socks off. Then I stood up and unfastened his belt, pulled down his trousers and helped him step out of them. Instinctively I dropped to my knees and stared at the huge shape covered by his underwear. He was clearly really aroused. His huge cock straining to break free and push above his waistband. I could hardly wait to get him naked. I needed to see his huge dick that I had been thinking about for the past few weeks. I pulled his boxers down and it sprung free. Fuck he was huge. For a split second trepidation actually replaced desire. But not for long. I could feel the heat in my pussy and the wetness soaking my panties.
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She reached behind her back and grabbed the lube, then for the first time held my cock in her hand. I wondered if she was thinking about the size difference. I'm not insecure about my size. But right now, even though it was central to our fantasy, I worried I wouldn't measure up anymore. She slowly started to jerk my cock then bent down to place a kiss on the tip, licking away a drop of pre-cum.
"How..how big is he?" I stammered.
She looked up. Continuing sliding her hand up and down my shaft. Occasionally letting her hand enclose the head. Then she used two hands, one on top of the other, sliding up and down the length. She stopped. One hand at the base, the other directly above. The head of my cock just visible above her upper hand.
"It would take at least another hand to hold him like this. So 50% longer? Maybe a little more." She said almost absentmindedly. Then she continued "I said I'd tell you what I was thinking. Are you sure you want to hear that." She started to stroke my cock again. Encouraging me to say yes. I nodded, and said "I need to hear it."
"Good, remember that whatever you hear, I love you. And I love your cock." She let her thumb rub over the sensitive tip of my hard penis smiling was he saw how amazing that made me feel.
She continued. "I was drawn to it. I shuffled forward on my knees then licked him slowly from the base all the way to the tip. I remember thinking how long he was. But that thought went to the back of my mind when I kissed the head and realised how huge it felt against my lips. I sat back onto my heels and just admired him. Admired his manhood. I reached forward and put my hand around the base. Once again loving how it felt. How hard, how big. My hand couldn't fit round him it was then a random thought went through my head. I figured he was twice as thick as you. So if you were the same length as him, his dick would be twice as big as yours. Then I thought about how long he was." She stopped and looked up at me, "so i thought 'Fuck, his dick is three times bigger than Mark's.'"
She kissed he. Sliding her hand up and down my cock. Before I could say anything she said "does that turn you on? Understanding just how big his cock is?"
I felt my own penis pulse, which got a smile from her. "Yes, I admitted."
"Remember baby, you have a nice big dick. Some guys I've been with would be 5x smaller. It is just he is really big."
"The biggest you've ever had." I asked. Thinking it was a rhetorical question.
"Well it is certainly up there." She answered. Before I could say anything she continued with her story.
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So there I was. Still in my dress with him naked in front of me. I stood up and pushed him back onto the bed. He sat back up to watch as I pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it slide down my body to the ground. It turned me on seeing the look on his face when I had to shimmy my body to get it fully off. I stood there in my panties. I was turned on before but seeing the sheer lust in his eyes made me hotter than ever. He whispered "Wow!" Almost involuntarily I stepped towards him and kissed him gently. He tried to pull me onto the bed but I resisted. Smiling I stepped back, grabbed a cushion and went back to kneeling in front of him.
I looked him in the eyes and told him "I'm yours tonight. You can do whatever you want with me. No limits. But first I am going to give you the best head of your life."
I pushed his knees apart and moved forward. I cupped his balls with one hand, loving how big they felt. The slut in me excited I would soon be tasting his cum. I worked my other hand up and down his shaft, occasionally letting saliva drip down to make my hand jerk him off more smoothly. I kept massaging his balls as my spit stared to coat his cock. I was looking up into his eyes, excited by his look of anticipation. Knowing I must have been giving him the same look. I let my lips move closer to the tip of his cock. Smiling as he pushed his hips towards me. "Patience" I smiled up at him. I gently blew across the head, loving how his big cock twitched involuntarily in reaction. I let more saliva slide from my lips, really covering him making my hand slide easily over his huge length. I kept this going for a few minutes. Letting his cock get wetter. Teasing the tip and mixing his pre-cum with my saliva.
Then I started to tease more. Gently kissing and licking his huge bell end. Pretending I was about to take it into my mouth. But never giving him enough contact to even start to satisfy what he wanted. I sat back moving both hands up and down the full 10 inches of his glorious cock. Looking up into his eyes, wishing him to tell me what he wanted, needed.
"Please" he asked, no pleaded. "Please put it in your mouth."
I smiled inside. All week he had been telling me he would tease me. Make me beg for his big cock. I was proud I'd turned the tables. Well, for now. I licked from the tip down to the base then kissed and sucked his big balls. Then made my way back to the head. Part kissing, part licking, looking up at him the whole time. Once at the top I twisted my tongue around the hole, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. Enjoying even more his responses, wanting to push himself towards me but holding himself back. Trying to enjoying what I was doing right now.
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"Fuck I wish I could give you head right now." She said, breaking from her story still wanking my cock, "If you get close to cumming let me know. I want you to cum in my mouth." She continued...
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I started to take the head of his cock into my mouth. I was amazed how much I had to stretch my jaws to take it at first. But soon, as it got wetter and I got used to the girth, it started sliding into my mouth and towards my throat pretty easily. I rocked my head back and forth. Swallowing the first few inches of his dick. Sucking and twirling my tongue. Letting it slip out almost with a pop. One time when I did that he grabbed his cock and starting rubbing it over my face, slapping, me with it. It felt amazing. Made me feel like his slut. I moved his hand away and slid him further into my mouth. Right to the back of the throat. I was still only taking half of him in. He started to push his hips forward, and began to gently fuck my throat which made things start to get messy and really lubricate his huge cock. After about 5 minutes of this I pulled my head back. He smiled down at me. Suddenly cocky he said 'I think we are going to have to teach you how to deep throat a big cock." I just smiled back and licked down to the base of his cock and started sucking on his balls. Sucking and massaging them getting them wet and making sure his perineum got really sloppy. Sliding my fingers along it and teasing against his arse. I moved my head away and went higher on my knees. Looking him straight in the eye I said "You taste so good, I think we should start the deep throat lesson." He leaned over and kissed me. A tick in the box, I hate men who won't kiss after you give them head. Staying high on my knees I slowly moved down towards his dick. Sliding the first half easily in. Letting my spit make it sloppy for a few seconds. I backed off slightly and then moved lower. Gagging slightly but continuing to take inch after inch. Will had his hand on the top of my head. Not pushing or even guiding. Almost willing me to take it. After a few minutes my nose touched his stomach. I had the full 10 inches down my throat.
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"Jesus." I whispered. "How, did you know you could do that? You have deep throated me plenty of times. But as you said he is three times bigger than me?" I added. Letting her know my ego was intact.
Maria smiled. "Since you bought me that big dildo it became part of my fantasy. Whoever my lover was going to be, no matter how well endowed, I was determined to deep throat him. So I practised and practised. It made me feel so sexy. Knowing I would amaze and thrill a future lover. And I had a head start, I have a past." She let the last sentence hang before carrying on with her story.
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"Oh my God" Will said, "no one has ever." I started to let my head bob back and forth on his cock. Concentrating on breathing. Imagining how it must feel to Will. "Can I fuck your throat? I've always wanted to do that" has asked. I pulled back. Let his cock slip out of my mouth. Noticing how messy it and my face had got. "Yes, I'm yours tonight. Whatever you want." I quickly swallowed his cock again and felt his hands on the top and back of my head as he started to drive his hips forward and his cock deeper into my throat. I lost track of time but it must have been 5-10 minutes when I could feel him start to tense up. About to cum.
By this point he had stopped holding my head. There was no need, I was driving my mouth down on his cock to meet his every thrust. But it was no surprise that he groaned with disappointment when I pulled my mouth away. I looked up and smiled. Then smiled more realising the sloppy mess he had made of me. I grabbed him behind the knees and pulled, making him slide forward. His back was flat on the bed. His knees, wide apart, were behind me, and I was kneeling between his thigh with his toned arse off the edge of the bed. I started sucking his cock again. Straightaway he started to thrust, desperate to be deep throated again. But I held him down and said "Wait, soon." I sucked his cock and started rubbing his balls. Working my fingers towards his ass. His hole was incredibly wet from my saliva as I pushed one finger against it. I felt him tense then relax and my finger slipped in. I started taking his cock a little deeper into my mouth whilst pushing my middle finger further inside him. Soon I felt the rounded nub of his prostate and started to move my finger over and over it.
I stopped sucking Will's cock and looked up at him. I was about to ask if it felt good but the look on his face and the way his body was grinding against me made the question redundant. Instead I asked. "Faster?....Slower?.....Harder?.....Softer?" between each word I left about 20 seconds and adjusted my movements to see what he preferred. The effects were amazing. He was moaning like a woman about to cum. Each time as I asked what he wanted he just said "yes, like that." Unable to trust his words I settled on a fairly quick but gentle movement. I kissed his cock and said "Would you like me to deep throat you again?" In response he moaned and then managed to say "Yes, fuck yes."
It wasn't as easy as before because of the angle of his body and the position of my hand. It made it harder to rock my head up and down. But it didn't matter. Within a few minutes I could feel he was about to cum. I kept up the pace with my finger and continued to enjoy his big cock in my throat. As he started to cum I let some go straight down my throat. I always feel like a good slut when I do that. But then I pulled back. Wanting to taste his cum. He was almost crying out as he continued to cum. His big balls delivering a huge load into my mouth. I then took my mouth off his beautiful cock and let the rest spray over my face, hair and body. I swallowed what was in my mouth and knelt by the edge of the bed waiting for him to recover, greedily licking any cum off his body.
I lazily caressed the inside of his thighs. Letting the back of my nails brush against his balls. Eventually he sat up on the bed. "Fucking hell. That was out of this world. Fuck. Fuck." He went to kiss me but I held him off. "Relax and recover sexy. We've got a long night ahead. And I really need to clean up." I grabbed my bag and walked into the bathroom. I couldn't wait for the rest of the night..
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All the time she told me the first part of her story she had been stroking my cock faster and faster. By the time she had finished I was breathing fast and close to cumming. What they had done together was a huge turn on. Maria had tried that with me before but I'd resisted. Now here I was jealous she had done this with someone else. But that was secondary. Maria had been kissing my neck, and then knowing how close I was had kissed down my body and had engulfed my cock in her mouth. She looked me in the eye. Knowing both of us were thinking how much easier this was for her than when she was with Will. She started to hum, to moan onto my cock. The vibration starting to send me over the edge. I came really hard. The pent up tension released. I came down her throat first then, aiming to copy Will, I pushed her head back cumming in her mouth before the last of it spurting onto her face. Like with him she kissed and licked around my cock, keen to swallow as much cum as possible. Then she smiled at me, got up and walked to the bathroom.
I lay there digesting what she told me. Or at least trying to. Before long she came out of the bathroom. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. She was wearing some sexy black underwear. I assume the set she had bought for him. She got on the bed a put her head on my chest. "Do you want me to continue? I assume you want to hear about the sex." I kissed her and she continued.
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When I got into the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror I almost laughed. I looked a mess, covered in my own saliva and his spunk! I cleaned myself up and was about to head back to the bedroom. I couldn't wait to experience that big cock. I had planned to get changed later but my panties were soaked because of how turned on I was from getting him naked and giving him head. I put this new underwear on and joined him back in the room. He looked up from the bed. He was lying there naked. His body really is amazing, but my eyes were straight to that magnificent cock. Soft now but still impressive. As he saw the new outfit his penis began to stir. That and the look of lust he gave made me start to get even hotter. I could not wait for him to fuck me.
He stood up and walked up me. It was so hot. He must have been as turned on as me. Despite having just cum really hard, his cock was already getting aroused, jutting way out in front of him. I expected, and hoped, that he would just flip me round and fuck me hard and deep. Instead he kissed me then led me to the bed. Pushed me down onto my back and started kissing and playing with my breasts. It felt amazing. My first experience of how good a lover he is. Lots of well hung men aren't. I mean that doesn't mean sex isn't great with them. Just that they rely on their size. Will wasn't like that. He moved down my body. I could hardly wait for him to go down on me. But it was my turn to be teased. He kissed, licked and nibbled all around my pussy. Up and down my inner thighs with his fingers and mouth. Soon I was writhing around. Trying to force his mouth onto my wet pussy but he was too strong and was able to frustrate me for what seemed like an age. Eventually he relented and started to use his lips and tongue on me.
He was really good. You know what I want when you go down on me, which means you make me feel incredible. You can read me and make me cum almost when you like -- hard, fast and quick,or give me hours of pleasure. He needed to find his way, to experiment. He tried a few techniques, all of them felt great but then he found one that really got me going. Different to you, but just as right for me. He made me cum pretty quickly. I was really horny but as good as his mouth felt I wanted to have that huge dick inside me. I think he felt the same. Once he got me going he was relentless in making me cum. Once my orgasm had passed I grabbed the sides of his head with both hands. Pulling him up to kiss me, enjoying the taste of myself on this lips. We kissed for a while and then I impatiently reached down and moved the head of his cock to my wet opening. Neither of us could wait. I felt pressure as his huge head tried to squeeze inside me, at the same time I lifted my hips desperate to give him access. I know we have used a dildo a few times but that was nothing to when he managed to slide inside me. I screamed with joy when the head stretched my desperate pussy.
He looked down at me. I loved the look of almost pride in his eyes at the response he got from me and my body. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet, it feels so good" he smiled. I said something like "You make her feel good too." Then I started pushing my hips up, encouraging him go give me more of his length. He took his time. Despite enjoying my initial reaction he seemed to be worried about hurting me. But as I took inch after inch, any my body started to react he began to speed up. I'd fantasized about him being rough with me but for now I was just loving the feeling of his big cock filling me up. Fuck it felt so good. Soon he'd bottomed out and started to fuck me. He kept his cock deep. Withdrawing only a little before pushing forwards again, letting me get used to his size. The feeling for me was electric. I felt so full he because of his girth. His length meant he was touching me in places that you don't reach. Within about 5 minutes of this treatment I started to cum. I think the size and strength of my orgasm caught him by surprise. Anyone within 2 or 3 rooms would have heard me as my pussy contracted around his amazing cock.
"Your pussy is amazing. So tight yet can take me so easily." He gasped letting me recover. In response I spread my legs further and lifted them to wrap around his body. "Fuck me harder and deeper. Make me cum again" I whispered in his ears. With the different angle Will was able to get deeper inside me and rather than keeping his thrusts deep he began fucking me with longer strokes. He started slow but as he sensed another orgasm building for me he sped up, deep fast strokes that took me closer and closer to climax. Looking down my body I could see I was creaming on his cock. Seeing my own arousal took me over the edge and I came again, this time biting down on his shoulder. I bit quite had but he didn't show any pain. Instead he slowed down for a few minutes, then as I recovered with my hips lifted against him he started to really pound me. This time he lifted my legs up, making him feel deeper but allowing him to fuck me faster, first really hitting my g spot and then, at t he at the end of his stroke, touching me as deep as possible. All the time he pushed my legs higher, trying to fuck me ever deeper. Soon my feet were almost level with my head. Totally vulnerable as his big cock stimulated my cervix with each thrust. Fuck I love that feeling. I must have cum another 3 times as he kept fucking me. It was heaven. When he came it caught me by surprise. When I made him cum earlier he was really vocal time but he was much quieter, focused on the fucking he was giving me. As his breathing changed, I felt his muscles tighten he came deep inside me. I'm not sure if it was because he was deeper than I am used to, or whether he just cums a lot, he fucking covered me when he came earlier even after taking loads in my throat and mouth, but it seemed like he came for nearly a minute, I could feel spurt after spurt. You know how I love you cumming inside me, so this sent me over the edge again and we shared our first simultaneous orgasm. Not bad for the first try.
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Whilst telling me about the first time Will fucked her she didn't really move. She was just gently stroking my chest, almost lost in the memory of last night. After a few minutes she continued "I said I didn't know how many times he made me cum. I think that time alone it was 6, no 7 times." She propped herself up on my shoulder and kissed me. Her hand wrapping around my dick, gently massaging the head.
I started at the ceiling. I know many men reading this will think "pussy" or "loser" or "doormat" or whatever. But I had craved this feeling and this moment I needed to hear more. I knew what happened next because if the video call, but I asked anyway, "so what happened after that?"
"We held each other for a while." She looked up and then kissed me. "You are weird. Telling you how good the sex was is a turn on, then you look devastated when I mention a cuddle"
"I know, it's just even when I've imagined this before, it is the intimacy, the emotional intimacy, that pushes me from feeling horny to being scared. I know what we are doing is a risk to out relationship. The thought of you emotionally close to someone scares me." I tried to explain.
She kissed me again, a longer kiss. "Don't worry. I've always been able to separate sex and feelings. Girlfriends used to laugh that my attitude was more like a guy. I don't need the emotional connection. I've had one night stands that have been amazing and made me want to see them again. But not because great sex means I have real feelings for them, it's just that the sex was great and I want more.. But wanting tenderness when you are having, or have just had sex with someone is different. It is part of the sex. Does that make sense? I separate the sex and real emotion, love, but that doesn't mean i don't love being held afterwards. I think even if I thought the guy was a prick I'd need to hold or be held after."
She let that settle in on me. Looking to see if I seemed convinced. She continued "I was just lying there in 'post orgasmic bliss'." She half giggled. "Then I started to feel horny again. Turned on by thinking about telling you what had happened. But then there were really hot thoughts about what I still wanted to happen. Will had made love to me. It had been so fucking good. But not what I wanted from the night. I wanted him to fuck me. Treat me like a slut. Not to fuck me like his girlfriend but to fuck me for what I was -- someone else's wife, a hot wife, a slut wife." Then she continued...
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The relaxation must have left my body a little, or maybe he sensed I was starting to get horny again. He kissed my head and said "What are you thinking?"
I stretched my leg over him, knowing he would be able to feel the heat from my sex. Then I kissed him, the kiss lasted about 30 seconds and I could feel his cock stir against my leg. Then I said "I'm thinking how sexy it going to be when I tell my husband about tonight. Plus I'm thinking about what I want you to do to me before I have to go home."
"When do you have to leave?" he asked. I enjoyed the look of disappointment in his face as he thought I may be close to leaving him.
"Don't worry, no set time. I told Mark I'd text when I as on the way home. But not crazy late. I don't want him worrying. Or, I could just let him know I'm spending the night." Nothing more needed to be said. We both knew I was going no where.
A smile broke out across his face. "So what do you want me to do to you?" he said as he kissed me gently.
In response I bit his lip, playfully but hard enough to get his attention, "I need you to fuck me. As hard and rough as you can. We both know why I am here tonight. Fuck me hard like I deserve."
With that he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, before kissing my hard on the mouth. I pushed him off, with what must have been a really dirty look I said "let's tell Mark I'm staying, I have an idea he will love."
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"I thought a video was hotter than a text. I was going to go into the bathroom and call you. But then it felt such a rush to involve Will. I thought it would drive you crazy if he held the phone while I told you I was staying. He persuaded me to make it hotter. To make it clear he was about to fuck me. I loved the idea, didn't see any harm because you knew that had happened already. And would happen again if I stayed. I knew it would send you crazy. Knew you would love it once you got over the shock. As you saw he went further and actually started to fuck me. At least it gave you an idea of how much I liked his cock. I guess I got into then show he wanted to put on for you. Sorry if it went too far, but it felt so hot knowing you were part of it. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad when he hung up." She kissed me gently.
"He didn't hang up," I whispered. "He let the video run. I saw him fuck you. Saw you really respond to him. I saw him make you cum. Heard you beg for him not to stop, to slap you. He hung up just before you had a second orgasm as he fucked you when you were face down on the bed."
She looked at me, "the prick" she gasped. Then with her sexy smile "did you like It?" When I nodded she said "did you like what his big cock did to me? Hearing me scream? Seeing me cum hard as he fucked me so deep?" I nodded and she kissed me, long and deep. Then after a minute she said "You have no idea how sexy you are. No idea what you do to me." Then she continued
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It felt so good to feel his full length inside me again. I felt so full, and my pussy so tight around his cock, but it slid in deep way more easily. I was really wet and his cum was also lubricating each stroke. His cock felt good but when he spanked me it was like electricity through my body. Heightening every feeling. He fucked me so hard, that feeling of pain from his slaps and when he gripped my hips made the sex feel even better. I came really hard. My legs almost gave way as I came and I ended up face down on the bed. In that position his cock pushed even deeper inside me. So even mid orgasm everything felt multiplied and I NEEDED him to continue, to fuck me even harder. He started talking dirty to me. Asking me questions? Comparing himself to you. Can't remember what I said, I probably said things I didn't mean. Or at least don't mean now. I don't know. My mind was just on how good it felt.
He fucked me for ages. Really rough, really hard. Hard slaps, pinching and twisting my nipples. You can see the marks he left. I came a couple more times prone on the bed. Then he used me like a rag doll. Fucking me like crazy. I lost count of my orgasms, at times it felt like one long orgasm. Eventually he got me onto my side. One arm flipped under my legs forcing them up, his other arm went round my head pushing it down towards my knees. He sort of squeezed me into a ball. It was pretty intense. Made be feel tiny and so dominated. I loved it. The position of my body made it less deep but it let him really smash into me. I came really quickly again. He was bathed in sweat, and I was pleading with him to cum inside me. This time he came with a roar and almost collapsed on me. We lay there for ages. Both of us exhausted. Eventually he let me go. We were both flat on our backs breathing hard.
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One again she looked at me. "Are you ok?"
I was but the timeline was playing through my mind. Our video ended at 1130. Even if he fucked her for 2 hours (which I hoped he hadn't) it was still only 130am. It was still 11 hours until she got home. "I'm good. I'm so pleased he fucked you so well. It's is what we wanted. I love you."
She straddled me pinned my shoulders back on the bed. "I know I'd tell you every detail. But I really want to fuck you, I'll tell you the detail later, let me speed up. But, It would be really hot if you asked me questions, Let me set the pace. I'm not sure how much I can take today.
"What happened next?" was all I could ask.
She looked at me strangely then said "I didn't mean that but, ok. As I said he was bathed in sweat and so he said he was going to take a shower. He sort of put his hand out for me to go with him but I needed a break. I fixed a drink and sat on the bed for 5 minutes. Then I saw myself in the mirror. You could see where the sweat had dried on me, and I could see his dried cum in my hair from earlier. I looked like a whore. I decided to join him in the shower. Partly to clean up but partly because it turned me on to see what a slut I looked."
She kissed me then grabbed my cock and teased me by rubbing the head against her soaking wet pussy. Usually I would have tried to push inside her, but I held back waiting for permission.
"I got in the shower behind him and slipped my arms under his armpits and rubbed his chest, massaging the soap into his muscles. Then I rubbed his back, working down from his shoulders to his butt, before bending down and sliding both hands up and down one leg then the other. From behind I gently cleaned his balls, kissing his body gently. Then I reached around letting my hands enjoy the length and thickness of his huge cock. His hardness made my pussy so wet again. I tried to get him to turn round, eager so feel him in my mouth again. But when he turned round he grabbed me under my arms, standing me up. Then effortlessly he lifted me off my feet and lowered me onto his throbbing erection. He was so strong, the sense of his strength got me even hotter and soon I was being manhandled, lifted up and down. When lifted his cock was almost fully out of my pussy and then I was dropped down to be fucked with the full force of my own weight. It felt so different and soon I was clinging onto him desperately as another orgasm pulsed through my body. After my orgasm subsided he put me down, kissing me gently, then so tenderly cleaned my body from head to toe. Then sensing I needed some time he left me alone in the shower.
She moved away from me and asked me to sit on the end of the bed. She walked across the room and looked back at me. "He was sat just like that when I came out of the bathroom," she said. "But not with such a hard dick." She finished with a smile. She walked over, grabbed a pillow and knelt in front of me. "Ask me whatever you want."
"Did you kneel in front of him like this?" I asked.
"Yes" she said gently scratching my thighs. "Just like this."
"Did you give him a blow job?"
"No, well, a little. I just wanted to get him hard."
"Are you thinking about how big he is right now." I asked. The thought from no where?
"No" she sighed. "I was thinking about what happened next." With that she stood up. Then she moved onto the bed. She sat on my lags, facing me, her legs almost wrapped around my hips. She adjusted her body and let her pussy slide onto my cock, taking the full length deep inside her. "We fucked like this. How does it feel baby, did he stretch my little pussy like he said he would."
She felt amazing, so wet, so tight. "No, you feel incredible." And then doubt crossed my mind, "Does it feel good for you."
"Mmmm, so good baby" and she started to rock her body driving my cock deeper, kissing me with more passion then I have felt for a long time. "Talk to me, ask me..."
"Did he feel better then me." I stammered. Not wanting to ask. Feeling ashamed but knowing this was part of the fantasy.
"Deeper, much deeper. More intense." She half moaned and half whispered between kisses. "Last night I needed that, needed him, and he was better. Right now I need you, this feels better right now."
We fucked lovingly for about 5 minutes. I was loving the feeling of being so deep inside her in this position. But more than that I needed the closeness it brought. Our mouths and bodies wrapped against each other. I also loved knowing she had done this very thing with someone else 12 hours ago. Soon I could feel her orgasm approaching, as she started to cum I asked her "Did his big cock make you cum quicker than this?"
She took a sharp intake of breath "Fuck, I'm cumming" and then "Yes, I came almost as soon as we started, his cock was so deep." Saying that her orgasm seemed to intensify. "Fuck, that feels so good," as her pussy contracted tightly around my cock, squeezing me so tight. "Please cum baby, I so want you to cum." She continued to rock her body, her tight pussy continuing to contact around my cock. As I started to lose control she whispered "He didn't cum so quick. He made me cum two more times before filling with his spunk." I gasped and came really hard inside her. The whole scenario too much for Maria too as she came once more, forcing me back onto the bed. Both of us lying there. Catching our breaths, senses on high thinking about the adventure of the last 24 hours.
I was still curious though and soon I said "And then...."
Still lying on her back she let outs combination of a laugh and sigh of exasperation, "Jesus Mark, you are insatiable," and then smiling and turning toward me she said "like Will."
Taking a breath she said "I need rest! But I know that you need to know, look, let me quickly tell you what happened. Then let me sleep for a while. After that we can talk properly."
"There was no 'and then,' it must have been after 3. We'd been fucking for over 8 hours. I was exhausted and I could see he was the same. I sort of curled up next to him and went to sleep." She looked at me "Before you ask, yes, I fell asleep in his arms."
I kissed her. "That is the thought that hurts the most. But I knew you would, and it is ok. I told you to do what felt right. That covered everything."
She gave me one of her looks and carried on. "I woke up wrapped in the sheet. Will was on the other side of the bed. Flat on his back, naked and dead to the world. It was about 630 but I felt refreshed. I was thinking about you, thinking about last night. Looking forward to getting home and telling you about it. I considered getting dressed and heading home right then. But that wouldn't have been fair on Will. Also just thinking about telling you, and I guess remembering the sex, made my pussy feel hot and I could feel her starting to get wet. Also, a big reason to spend the night was to have sex the next morning. I decided to wake him up slowly. I carefully moved across the bed and started stroking his body. My eyes were drawn to his penis. Even soft he was bigger than most men I've been with. I put my hand around it. It felt so heavy, it's funny when it is hard I didn't think about that. Just the length and thickness. But soft, the weight was a real thing. "
She kissed me. "Sorry, I'm going to speed up. I need to sleep. He got hard really quickly. I moved down the bed and started to lick then suck his cock. He was making noises in his sleep. I remember hoping he was fucking me in his dream. I was going to wake him up with a blow job, I know you love that. But I changed my mind. I played with my clit to get myself really wet then swung my leg over his body and lowered myself onto his cock. I didn't want to wake him so it was sort of like a cow-girl position, with my feet either side of him. But because I didn't want to wake him I couldn't put use my arms against his body to support my weight. I was using my legs to lift my body so that his cock come nearly out and then slowly sliding down, taking his full length inside me. It felt fucking amazing, there was a chair next to the bed which I could sort of lean on to take my weight. But it was hard work. If it hadn't felt so good I'd have given up. Anyway, I came twice. That was a first. A guy making me cum when he was asleep. I could sense Will getting close to cumming. I adjusted position and moved to a normal cowgirl position. My hands on his thighs, hoping my weight would start to wake him up. He was moaning in his sleep, I was sure he was going to cum before he came round. I couldn't figure out if I wanted him to, if it was you I'd have loved to make you cum in your sleep. Anyway, he came round about 20 seconds before his orgasm. I am so glad he woke up. The look of surprise and then pleasure on this face was worth the effort"
After he woke up properly I was pretty demanding!. I told him we didn't have much time and that I needed him to fuck me again before I had to go. But then I found out about the late check out. relaxed, determined to enjoy the end of my time with him. We sort of dozed and kissed for a while. If was really sexy. I realised you would be wondering where I was, so I sent you a text. After breakfast we said "good bye'" she gave me a dirty little smile. "I told him exactly what I wanted, and fuck did he deliver. It was the hardest I have ever been fucked in my life. He could have been rougher if he wanted. But that isn't him. No matter how much I begged he held back. I wish he had spanked me more, and harder. Really grabbed my nipples. Bit me,. It was great though." She absentmindedly stoked her leg and bum where the deepest red marks were.
"Then we took a shower" she smiled at me. "No sex, the idea was to freshen up. But then as we were leaving one thing led to another. He convinced me to go home to you with no panties. To let you know that he had taken them. It seemed so sexy, so I agreed. Soon we were saying good bye and that led to a good bye kiss. I was about to push him away and leave. But then he said it would also be hot if he sent me home with his cum inside me. My heart almost stopped. When we first decided to do this that thought used to turn me on. I got off on how it was such a really slutty thing to do. My body responded and soon we were back on the bed. I was cumming and he was close when he whispered "I'd love it if you let Mark clean your pussy, let him, or make him, go down on you. Lick and eat your cum filled pussy." I must admit that made me cum really hard. I didn't really think about it, but then when I came home and you touched me, you seemed to want to...."
I started to say something, but she kissed me. "I need sleep. I am broken. Thank you for bringing this fantasy into our life. Thank you for last night. I know your mind will be full a million things, lots of them negative. But remember, I love you. I love you more because of this experience. Let's talk later. Together we need to think about where this leads to next."
She pulled the bedclothes over her body and closed her eyes. I headed downstairs. Excited and scared about what she wanted to tell me later on.
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<strong>This is Part of the Series - The Making of Mr Fourways - Bonus content 2 - Barista Tina</strong>
<em>This is a sort of bonus story for those who have read part three of the Making of Mr Fourways.</em>
<em>This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but <u>all characters are 18 years old or older</u> . Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don't flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.</em>
<strong>0.5. Rewarded not Sold Bonus Nr 2</strong>
This is Part of the Series - The Making of Mr Fourways
<em>I had thought I had finished the series, but as the first rating of 'Rewarded not Sold' (RnS) was a 1, it made me realise that it didn't really include any 'getting it on', just references to it.</em>
<em>I present the second of them here, and actually there is no clue that anything will happen in RnS, just that she is curious about his shenanigans with his 'maths pupils'.</em>
<em>My reasons for this story are given in Bonus Nr 1. I was going to wait until people asked about the Barista, but ratings have been quite good. So in expectation I thought I had better draft the narrative as how they got together... Having done that, well I fell into my own elephant trap and finished the story and did more work on the foundations of the bridge to the Much Ado About Mr Fourways Series.</em>
<u>Barista Tina.</u>
The next week after my session with Steff, was my last in Halls and I had found a short-term rental flat, basically just vacated by students, for the following week. (see footnote if you are new here and chapter 04 if you don't know who Steff is.)
It was early on Monday morning when I dropped into the Hall Costa branch to pick up a takeaway cappuccino on my way to my first placement arranged by the employment agency. The barista on duty was the one who had made comments about my maths problems tutorials. She was average height and possibly a bit older than me, though not by much.
She eyed me suspiciously. "You're very early, and no young woman in tow?"
I smiled. "All the pretty birds have flown... except one." And I winked.
"Oh, pity you didn't flirt like that before." Then she sounded a bit down. "Today's my last day here until conferences start in two weeks. Actually, they are suspending this branch, they often do at the end of year."
"How will I get my morning coffee on the way to work?" Now it was my turn to sound down.
"I'm afraid you will have to find a branch near where you are working, but well done on getting a job so soon." She actually sounded pleased for me.
"Unfortunately, it's just temp work. So... I won't see you again? And I meant what I said about 'pretty bird'."
"Well, if you can be back before I close up at six, possibly we could share a coffee."
I must admit that sounded interesting. "I'll try my best to be here by then, but got to run." I paid, with one of my gift cards, leaving it behind as I scribbled my mobile number on it, and literally had to run to get the bus into town.
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I didn't finish at the Citizen's Advice Bureau until half five as the manager wanted to thank me for how I had calmed down a couple of distraught people and one person who was angry that nobody would 'see them straight away'.
As a result, it was twenty past six when I got back to Halls and the Costa was dark. I decided to dawdle anyway, in case... actually I didn't know her name, was still working in the back. She hadn't texted, but maybe she hadn't seen the number. I hesitated and I thought I heard something... then my phone pinged.
UNKOWN <Hi. Is this Alex's number>
ALEX <Yes. Is that P Bird?>
UNKOWN <Call me Tina. Saw the number but it might have been a pupil>
ALEX <Ah sorry Tina. Got here late. Where are you?>
UNKOWN <Come in, I'm waiting.>
ALEX <Coming>
I went behind the counter into the small service area behind. I didn't know how 'waiting' Tina would be, but it is good that my imagination was not running wild as her only preparation was the removal of her apron and letting down her hair.
Tina gave me a hard look. "Well get it out so I can see the maths problem." I obeyed, as I had learnt not to be shy, opening belt, waistband and zip, then hauling out my cock and balls from my underwear. Tina gently took my cock in her hand and squeezed it, causing it to grow. Further pulling and squeezing, and I was putting on a good show, but Tina didn't realize the biggest stimulation was her face and body.
Tina's round face, nicely framed by her auburn hair, dark eyes, cute nose and wide lips. Without the apron I could judge she has a small, but perky breasts, with a hint of nipple 'so no bra?', broad shoulders, slender waist and her trousers hinted at a generous mons and a nice bottom. Her slender, long fingered hands were a bonus.
Having got a good start on a full erection she looked at me. "Looks more of a physics problem than maths. If P is greater than V is pain greater than pleasure?"
I replied. "That's because you are looking at the wrong tools for my lessons."
Tina tilted her head and frowned. "Tools?" I raised my hands to either side of my face, opened my mouth to let my tongue stick out and waved it and my fingers. Regrettably she let go of my cock and put her hands on her nice hips. "I can't see the attraction of a wind up artist who then rams his equipment home for a sprint finish."
"Neither can I, so I don't."
"So what do you teach."
I smiled. "That there is nothing more erotic than a woman in the throes of orgasms until she can take no more. Then we can share some mutual fun in a couple of ways before I take my bow."
"Really, and what do your pupils learn?"
"How they deserve to be treated, how much pleasure they should be receiving and how sexy they are." Whilst I was talking, I had shucked my equipment back in my pants and had moved closer to Tina. I then leaned in for a kiss. When she accepted it and it started to become a French one, I closed the gap completely and my hands started run over her body's contours. The thick fabric of the uniform top and trousers were not ideal but Tina's body started to rock against mine and although my erection was back under wraps, she made good use of its hardness.
I slid my right hand under her top and stroked her back, confirming the lack of a bra strap, and then around to cup her left breast and its perky nipple. Tina was not passive either as although one hand was on the back of my head, the other was on my butt, to ensure she could grind her body against mine.
When she broke the kiss for a breath, I moved to her neck, from earlobe to shoulder and although so different from Steff's long one, the opportunities were as good as I could pleasure the distance with just rotating my head and my kisses and nibbles elicited a moan and shiver from Tina.
I dropped to my right knee so that I could more easily bring my mouth to her right breast and I started to munch on it through her top. My pose also widened her stance with left leg between hers.
That enabled me to slowly bring my left hand down to squeeze and stroke her buttocks and then to slide between her legs and cup her mons to build her excitement, but for the first time Tina spoke as she broke off our contact. "Sorry," And she sounded it. "I have spare tops, but I can't get my trousers damp as my others are in the wash already. Let's finish up here and go to my flat, I need a pizza anyway."
So we did and a rather flustered and distracted Tina admitted that 'so far I had shown I had the sorts of moves to seduce a stone Venus into spreading her legs'. She also explained that although they were temporarily closing her branch, she had received a text asking her, telling her, to get to another one tomorrow. However, it was at a location that would be a pain to get to; but money is money.
We arrived at her flat with the pizza I had brought on the way, though the bus driver wasn't impressed, and said. 'no eating it on the bus'. When we went and sat down there was plenty of evidence of discarded burger boxes and cups as well as scattered fries, so when we got off with our intact box we got a begrudging 'thanks - have a nice night.' To which I replied. 'Thanks, we hope to.'
We got in and Tina put two cups into a fancy espresso machine and then disappeared to change. She quickly reappeared in silky top and shorts, which I presumed were her nightwear. She chucked some uniform and other stuff, but not her trousers, in her washing machine and set it to go. Then she brought over two cappuccinos dusted with cinnamon and sat the other side of the breakfast bar and flipped the 12" pizza box open. "Thanks for not getting plates dirty."
We chatted more about ourselves and then Tina asked about the question that we had been dancing around.
"Okay, what is so different about you, compared to any other man?"
I took a deep breath. "Secondly, I believe that a woman's enjoyment is the most important thing in sex and I get a real thrill from seeing her in the throes of a good set of orgasms." And I paused.
And Tina jumped in. "Secondly? Though I can see your attitude could turn a woman's head. So what is firstly?"
I looked down at the table. "I don't come in the usual manner."
I didn't need to see Tina's face to know it would look worried or sceptical, but her voice had an edge. "Usual manner, explain yourself."
I breathed a sigh. "When I come from a blow job, tit fuck and penetration, it is just a small amount of precum. I only then ejaculate from a hand job, on the stomach, or anally." I just knew that Tina would unpack what I had said, when women normally learnt it through experience.
I was right. "Look at me." Which I did, and I was surprised by how, not angry, her expression was. "Are you saying that once your dick gets involved you need a blow job, tit fuck, fuck and then a hand job or anal before you come properly? If so I don't believe it."
I couldn't help myself, I smiled. "It's true, but the only way for you to find out is to try, but not until you have screamed the place down until you nearly pass out." She raised a pretty eyebrow. "It's my way of paying for your patience when it's my turns. But before we start, I know I am clear, but I have condoms if you want me to use them and how do you want me to finish, tummy or arse?"
Her eyes were like saucers, but very pretty ones. "I'll risk the neighbours complaints, if you are really that good, but I have my doubts. Today I'll say condom and tummy, but we will see about anal another time." I had my doubts about 'another time' as except for Rachel, Wendy and Juliet. Most women considered me to be a once to be a 'once in a lifetime', experience.
I nodded and without further words Tina got up and headed for her bedroom and I followed. It was a very pretty room with a double bed, heaped with pillows and cushions. The main light was off, but there was a bedside light illuminating the room in a soft light. She had clearly anticipated that we would end up in here. Tina went to remove her clothes, but I shook my head and moved in to hug her, but quickly dropped to the pose I was in when we interrupted things earlier.
Oh her body felt so much better through the slily material than her thick uniform, so much so I didn't bother getting my right hand inside the top ... yet. I quickly had both nipples excited and Tina was stroking my hair and shoulders in appreciation. My left hand had been working on her buttocks and now slid between her legs to start work on her pussy, tracing the contours of her lips and valley and fleetingly teasing her clit.
"Alex, this is so nice, but can we get naked?"
I smiled. "Your wish is my command." And I started unbuttoning the top, lowest buttons first, but I neglected to say my clothes wouldn't be coming off just yet. As I exposed her tummy, I went in and kissed and stroked her belly button and even dipped my tongue in it with a swirl, as a hint of things to come. I followed the opening of her top up, between her breasts and up her neck and round to the right earlobe which I licked, sucked and nibbled as a surrogate clit.
However, once my hands had worked the top off her shoulders and arms, they had cupped each her breasts and tweaked her nipples. They were such nice breasts, small, but nice, and my mouth descended to feast on first her right and then her left one. The nipples were fantastic, nothing like Steff's, but still very sweet and rising to the occasion, but her tits were a modest handful. They were perky, in that they stood out from her chest very nicely, but they were small and had a wide cleavage.
Having got Tina squirming from my attentions to her breasts, and elsewhere, I headed south, again kissing her tummy, but leaving my hands working on her tits. Before I touched the waistband of her shorts I brought my mouth onto her mons and its valley through the silky material. Tina twisted and writhed. "Not fair Alex! You are too teasing" And with that she shoved my head away, meaning that my hands lost contact with her body. She then pushed her shorts down and off her legs.
As she kicked them away, she spread her legs wide revealing her pussy to me. It was magnificent. She was completely smooth and not only were her labia open, they were spread like a beautiful flower, or butterfly, the large lips encircling her opening and surmounted by a shining clit standing proud of its hood. She sat on the edge of the bed and laid back, exposing herself even more.
I nearly went straight for that nirvana, that land of pleasure, but as I have learnt, I approached by kissing and stroking her right leg, from knee to crotch and then swapping to the left.
Tina, spoke both softly and clearly. "Alex, unless you stop this torture, I will chuck you out, and that would be torture for us both!"
Notice being served, I delivered a series of pursed lip kisses along her labia, from bottom to top, but stopping just below her clit. I could sense Tina's impatience, but her scent was just too good to hurry. I then went back, but this time giving little licks and the taste was sublime. Tina's hands grabbed my head and forced me to greater contact, so as I went up again, I opened my mouth and used the full extent of my tongue and lips to ravage that wonderful pussy, relishing in the spread beauty before me, playing at the entrance to her sex and then heading up to and devouring her clit.
Tina was moaning and panting, and I moved my hands back up to her tits to make this as complete a sensation as I could. And then her hips bucked and for the first time she screamed. It was not a shrieking scream, possibly better a massive moan, but it was clear that she had come, even if the added wetness and flavour at my mouth had not been there before. I stilled my attentions, not completely, but enough for Tina to ride her orgasm. As she recovered her composure she said. "Ok, it's your turn, get it out."
I looked her along her body, which was still heaving slightly and lifted my face enough to look into her eyes and speak. "Not yet Tina, you haven't had the good bit yet."
Her expression looked puzzled, as women often do at that time. "Good bit? If that is not good, I don't know if I will survive good, but go ahead, surprise me ... again." And with that she dropped her head back and relaxed her hold on my head.
I regained contact with her spread labia and worked even more earnestly to bring her to a bigger climax than her last one and whilst she was moaning and muttering obscenities, I slipped two fingers into her vagina, palm up. I was being a bit cruel, but Tina had doubted me, and I felt I should demonstrate my skills before she could tell me otherwise. I quickly found what I was looking for and her hips bucked as I touched her g-spot. My thumb worked on her clit and my left hand stretched her body as open as much as I could.
My face was now clear of the spectacle, so I could watch in delight and fascination as Tina's orgasm reached higher and higher. Her hips were bucking, her thighs vibrating, legs shaking, her chest heaving, her head flailing around, her hands gripping and pulling on the sheet, fit to tear it.
She still didn't really scream, but her moans were loud interspersed with Fuck, Shit, Hell, God, Coming, and similar words at full voice. I could tell I was going too far, especially when I brought my tongue and lips back into the devouring of her, but I couldn't relent and then with one massive bodily spasm, she collapsed. I would have been scared, but knew the signs and could see the shallow breaths and even feel her pulse in her vagina, so I slowly disengaged my hands from her pussy and moved away from the bed.
I stripped, placing the cache of condoms and lube sachets on the bedside table and then lying close to Tina's relaxed body. I laid to her left, on my side and gently rested my right hand across her stomach and spent a little while enjoying the view of her resting face, cute neck, pert breasts - still with engorged nipples, and below my arm, the curve of her mons and the sleek legs splayed out below.
Tina spoke, but so quietly I almost missed it. "fucking hell, what did you just do to me, or did I die and this is the afterlife?"
I leant over and gave her a brief kiss before whispering back. "no, this is just the after-orgasm I promised."
Tina opened her eyes, raised her head and turned to me. She pulled herself up the bed and her right-hand swung round to grab my head to mash their lips together for a savage French kiss. She broke off. "So that's what I taste off! Coffee!" And she giggled. "I wonder if you do as well." And now, full of life she twisted around to grab my cock, which had got a bit relaxed, and to feed it into her mouth.
Now I had had my share of attempted and failed deep throats, but Tina managed it easily with my half-awake cock, but she continued to succeed, from time to time, as it gained full stature. Tina kept up a bit of a running commentary on what she was doing, that is between having my cock in her mouth or down her throat and commented on my shaving of my balls. She didn't, this time, actually do more than stroke them, but when her hands were wet, the sensation of her stroking was nearly the same.
Tina's oral skills were delightful, and even with my endurance, gained from three years of having women try to make me come several times on a nearly daily basis. I was soon reaching my limit. She was clearly on a mission, working one hand on my balls, another on my shaft and her mouth on my glans and top two inches, and I was groaning and announced. "Here I come!" And with a groan I clamped my pelvic floor and my orgasm hit. I was clearly spent as my cock surged a few times.
Tina, suddenly released my cock as if my body was on fire and sat back wide eyed, but her mouth moving like it had a tasty morsel. "Well, yes, there was something, and it was pleasant, but you really didn't come. I was hoping for a mouthful or two, but just a taste, and not bad either, Arabica?" And then she giggled. "What next, you said titty fuck, but I don't have much up top, so that might not work."
I had to nod, but said. "Well, let's see how it goes." So Tina laid down and I got a packet of lube and carefully spread it on her cleavage and my cock. I played with her nipples and rested my cock between her breasts and brought them together, but they only barely wrapped it and that was with more squeezing than I thought Tina would enjoy. I tried thrusting for a minute, but it was clear it wasn't working for her and so it wasn't working for me.
Tina shook her head. "Let's try something different, if it is the look of it, why don't I do a reverse cowgirl and then my buttocks will look a bit like a bigger bust?"
"It's not really the look, but what I do. However, if you would enjoy that and don't mind two fucks in you pussy, then let's do it." And I got off and lay on my back. "Oh, grab a condom."
Tina just straddled me and looked back, grabbed one and I felt her roll it down my cock before she rose up and fed my cock into her opening. Her vagina felt fantastic, even with a condom, and my only regret was that my sensation would be dulled.
Tina began to rise and fall and although not the same erotic view as a titty fuck, it was fantastic and somehow so different from taking a woman doggie style. Standing all day must have done wonders for her leg muscles as she showed no sign of tiredness as she rode me and gradually built the pace.
I had my hands on her smooth, powerful buttocks and my thumbs carefully spreading them to provide a little stimulation to her rosebud. I could also tell that she was massaging her breasts with her left hand and her clit with her right and I could see her tossing her head as her orgasm flowed through her.
Suddenly she stopped part raised and turning to look back at me she croaked. "Alex... Go.for.it. Finish.In.Me!" And so I began to rapidly thrust up into her as she moaned and shook, clearly peaking in her climax and that was my cue to release myself, but again I did what I always do and clamped down, but my cock still surged and Tina must have felt it as because as soon as I finished she rolled off me and came for a cuddle.
We lay in each other's arms for about five minutes and after a small amount of kissing and me getting a bit handsy on her breasts and pussy Tina reached down to my cock, anticipating that she might need to give it some TLC. "Alex, you are hard already, don't you ever give up?"
I smiled and gave her a squeeze. "Not while I have a beautiful woman in my arms."
Tina sat up and looked around. "Where is this woman!?"
And I laughed. "Sorry, I should have said, this beautiful, sexy woman." And gave her pussy a squeeze, and she gave me a slap.
She then examined the condom, that was no longer on properly, and carefully removed it and looked at its contents. "Again, almost nothing, I suppose I need to trust you. So what next Mr Do it All? You will need to do the work as my legs have had it." With that she rolled on top of me and my cock nearly found its way into her by itself.
"If you don't mind my cock in your pussy so soon, then if you lie at the end of the bed I can do a standing wheelbarrow, a bit like a cowgirl, but with you lying down."
Tina thought for a moment and then bounced herself down the bed to get into position, which was all the answer I needed. I rolled off the side of the bed and went to the foot in time to support her legs. "Oh, I forgot to grab a condom."
Tina squirmed her hips. "Alex, I trust you, no need for a condom." So I dropped to my knees and gave Tina a bit of a reviving cunnilingus, after all she had one of the most magnificent labia I had had the pleasure of. While I was doing that, I also teased her rose bud as I could see how it turned her on.
Tina moaned. "Alex, not too much, I want to be conscious when you fuck me silly."
"Oh, I like a challenge, to fuck you silly, but not senseless!" And with that I stood and with her legs up my chest I worked the head of my cock up and down her ready lips and then into her receptive, but still sensuous sex. I smiled. "Tina, you feel so good, I am really going to enjoy pleasuring you."
Tina sighed. "Go for it big boy, let me feel the love."
And so I started to thrust in and out of that most precious of places, a woman's trust, and my right hand I brought to her clit and my left roamed over her breasts, stimulating her nipples. I gauged the rate and depth of thrusts on Tina's reactions, and I changed my stance to vary my cock's stimulation of her body and even her g-spot, though the stance was not easy.
I soon had Tina rocking and writhing and her hands displaced my left from her breasts and so I could bring it under her hips and with my right hand raise her to get the angle right for me to hit her g-spot. That ramped up Tina's moaning and swearing as her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her. I eased off to let it run its course and her body so settle, I didn't want to push her over the edge of consciousness again.
As Tina senses returned to something like normal she sighed contentedly. "Ohh... Alex, sooo good, but go for it please." And so I lowered her to reduce the pressure on her g-spot and switched to long, fast thrusts that felt so good in that vagina, so much better without a condom, so fantastic slipping in and out of those generous labia. I held her right thigh for leverage and pressed down on her pubic bone with my right hand and flicked her clit and as she came again I drove home and surged but didn't ejaculate, holding myself from coming where I was not allowed.
I stood there for nearly a minute before I eased myself out of Tina and gently laid her legs around on the bed before crawling up behind her body. She scooted up the bed and spooned back into me, my cock lying between her warm buttocks, feeling so nice.
Tina was so still I thought she had fallen asleep, and possibly she did for a minute but she took a deep breath. "Ready for your finale Alex?"
"Ready when you are, if you lie on your back I'll get ready."
She rocked her body against mine, massaging my cock. "Actually, I was thinking, if you can be gentle, you might like to take me in my back door?"
I kissed her on the neck and stroked her body. "Gentle is my middle name and I promise you will enjoy it." And I kissed my way down her spine. "Just roll up onto your knees, and get some pillows under you."
Once she was in position, I opened a sachet of lube and ran some of it down onto her rosebud and also my thumbs. I gently ran my right thumb around that magic portal, eliciting a small moan and shudder. I worked the tip of my thumb into her and added more lube and continued to work. She relaxed and my thumb slipped in beyond the joint and I continued to work on easing her opening. I added more lube and started to work with my left thumb as well as Tina sighed again. "Are you ready Tina?"
She just nodded.
I got another lube and poured a good dollop on the head of my cock and lined up on her rosebud and gently pressed my glans on her opening. There was a moment where the two bodies negotiated penetration, I stroked Tina's smooth buttocks, she sighed and breathed out and relaxed which allowed my shaft to press into her, and slide in those vital few inches and a bit more.
Now we were joined, I was able to gently move in and out of her arse and Tina started to respond with sighs. I poured the rest of the lube in her crease where it would slowly run down and get drawn in as my thrusts continued. I then held both her hips and kept a steady rhythm, building Tina's pleasure.
Tina then turned her head to look back at me. "Alex, this is something else, so much better than the last time I tried it. I knew I could trust you. How are you so good."
"I had a stern teacher... Mistakes were not tolerated... She made me the man I am... For her benefit... and now yours." I tried to keep the hint of sadness from my voice and Tina didn't comment at the time.
She sighed. "Well, you were a good student, and yes, I am benefiting but I need you to come, come for me Alex, let me feel your love."
I wasn't sure Tina was ready, but I complied, in my own way, reaching my right hand round to play with her clit and pussy, even getting two fingers into her opening. My thrusts getting faster and deeper, and Tina's breathing got more rapid and ragged and she came and came. I had done my duty, and I could happily come in her wonderful body, my place of worship, my spunk spraying deep into her back door and my cock plunging deeper until it was all consumed.
Tina cried out, not in pain, but in a climax that left her limp again.
After we had uncoupled, we lay spooned for a while until I realised the risk that I might fall asleep there. I kissed her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I need to leave as we both have work in the morning and I have to get back to my room for a change of clothes."
Then Tina said something I wasn't expecting. "Well, I'll ring you to arrange a date when you can stay over, I want to learn what you can teach me."
I was pleased about the 'arrange a date' but was puzzled about how I could teach her anything about her body, but now was not the time to argue. So I kissed her on the mouth and we shared a French kiss before I got dressed and Tina put her nightwear back on. We had another coffee and then I left, having called a taxi as the last bus had gone and it was too far to walk. On the way back I wondered if Tina would actually call.
She didn't.
...
My phone pinged mid-morning. <I have my shifts. Can you meet me on Friday @10pm High Street>
It took me a while to realise 'High Street' would be the Costa branch and replied. <Try to stop me!>
Seconds later my phone pinged again. <Have an overnight bag ;-)>
----
Well, we had sex sessions about twice a week for nearly three months, which was a good run. However, there was no emotional connection between us, so it was clear that this was benefits, not even of the 'friends with' variety.
What Tina really wanted to learn from me was how I achieved the effects on her, and how I could tell that I was getting it right. The odd thing was that I felt much of it was instinctive and had to think hard about what it was that I was feeling in her response. I remembered a saying that those who can't do, teach; and those who can't teach, teach teachers. As someone who could do, I would have been a poor teacher, but because the lady demanded, I performed. I suspected that, a bit like Steff, there was a target in mind, but where Steff had assumed that life would be kind, Tina made no assumptions of the sort and I suspected she had good cause.
We managed to achieve a titty fuck, but instead of me holding her breasts, Tina did with her palms on her breasts and interlaced her fingers across the top to keep me running up the valley she had formed. Novel and something for me to try if I ever needed it again.
So, although we thoroughly enjoyed it, so it didn't stop me from job hunting and when a six-month, maternity leave cover, job came up at a Council forty miles away I applied for it and got it, with a start date of 'as soon as possible'.
I knew I had to move and as a result, liaisons would be hard to arrange until I could save up for a car, and possibly it was time for us both to move on.
So, I arranged to meet Tina, mid-week, when the implication was that this was not about fun. I also arranged it at a nice restaurant, which hopefully was a hint.
We had ordered and I noticed that Tina was also dressed to impress. I was about to drop my bombshell when she reached out and held my hands. "Alex, I have some news." My mind raced, I couldn't have got her pregnant, had she got a job elsewhere as well, was she in love with me?
I just smiled. "So have I."
She sighed. "I thought you might, but I need to say my piece first." I nodded. "We will have to stop seeing each other, I have started dating Ian again and hopefully, with what you have given me, we can have a full and satisfying relationship, and not the disaster that ruined us last time."
I squeezed her hands and smiled. "I am pleased for you, I really am."
A tear formed in her eye. "I'm sorry that I took advantage of you, to learn your secrets, but I needed to know how to keep Ian happy in bed, well both of us happy."
I lifted up her right hand and kissed it. "Hey, nothing to be sad about, I hope you every happiness. Now for my news, you don't need to worry about me, I have a long-term job forty miles from here, and I will be starting in a week's time, if I can find somewhere to live. So you won't have me to worry about."
Our meals arrived and we chatted about our futures. Apparently, Ian came very quickly, if not quite premature ejaculation, and got depressed that he couldn't fulfil Tina's needs. As he loved her so much he broke up with her 'so she could find someone else'. She was hoping that with what she now knew Ian would be able to satisfy her before 'the act' and so be able to relax about his performance.
A few weeks later a late-night text pinged. <Ian is a good pupil, I came twice tonight and then he made a record five minutes doggie and I came again. Thanks T>.
I never heard from her again, but I took that as a good sign.
My life moves on.
Before the six months were up I had already got a permanent job in the same department at a much higher level and salary, starting as soon as the new mother returned.
I realised that I needed to get qualified in management and put Juliet's lessons in self-presentation into play and a year later I had a job at another Council and another jump up the ladder. My work life was booming and my love life was not, but sex is not everything, but I missed my student days of study appointments and eager maths pupils.
Hopefully, someone, somewhere would be a match for me, but until then I had to interview likely ladies.
Oh, I heard about Juliet again about six years later. She had just got elected as an MP. What was unusual for the party she represented was she was a single mother of twin girls. The age of the twins implied that she had got pregnant around the time of graduation.
Now, she said she was on the pill and I had never properly come in her, but often she had me come on her tummy and had developed a minor fetish of massaging my cum around her body. Possibly I was a dad, or probably she had another lover. I never asked and never found out, but I would have taken responsibility if I had been asked.
<em>----</em>
<em>(footnote)</em> The results of the final year exams were released, and I got a solid result, a lower second-class degree and not the upper that I really needed. I suspected that I would have difficulty in getting a job with a Consultant and I didn't fancy a life on the road living in temporary accommodation as it felt more like home life or back with Mrs Jennings. Fortunately, I had good Microsoft Office and coding skills and had signed up with an employment agency for receptionist, clerical or basic IT work.
<em>That wraps it up for the Alex stories. Thanks for those who have stuck with me and them.</em>
<em>I have written another set, Alice and Company, which has ten parts, though some of them are the same events from other partner's perspective, or continuation of events partly seen by others. Should fill the time until Christmas. See you there?</em>
<em>Comments, ratings, likes and follows appreciated.</em>
<em>Alex.</em>
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